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[rinovarka]

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[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

....anybody ever experience liking a story so much that you struggle to insert yourself into it? Like, it's already such a tight, well-constructed story that there's no room for another character. Like, I LOVE it, it's PERFECT, so like. how do i squeeze Me in there.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[just4jinx]

sit.

(wlw, smut 18+)

warnings: dom!arle, sub!reader, praise, degradation, fingering, shoe riding, hints of bdsm + pet play, power imbalance, pet names, slight eating out, marking, quickie with a hottie type vibes.

word count: 2.3k

summary: you were hired by arlecchino as a maid at the house, but some of your duties weren’t exactly standard for your role.

notes: i did try to proof read this but ended up drinking wine before i even finished writing so if theres any mistakes i apologise! <3

you kept your attention on the surface you were cleaning, spray in one hand while a cloth was gripped in the other, softly humming the first song that popped into your mind. it’s normal for you to be left alone on the job, but it felt especially lonely this week with your boss arlecchino away for various business meetings. despite her presence making you nervous, you couldnt help but miss the way her eyes would burn into your skin as she observed the way you thoroughly cleaned around the house, desperately doing the best you could to show her you were capable of doing a good job for her. just a small part of you hoped for some praise, though not many words seem to fall past arlecchino’s lips when it comes to anyone who resides here.

she was due to come back any day now, but it wasn’t your business to know such information. you tirelessly cleaned from hour to hour, mopping floors and polishing desks alongside what felt like a long list of tasks you almost regretted signing up for half the time. though, the job paid well, and that was enough to motivate you.

while dusting and polishing some shelves, the sound of expensive high heels echoed through the hallway outside the room. it took you several moments to remember whose shoes they belonged to, your eyes widening as you frantically brushed down your maid dress to make sure you looked presentable. a spine chilling draft followed arlecchino as she swung open her office door, stepping through before letting it slowly fall shut behind her, not even giving you a slither of a glance. you weren’t even sure she saw you standing there.

arlecchino parted her lips to deeply exhale, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger as if to try and relax herself. a large pile of papers slammed down onto the side of her dark oak desk and she took a seat by it, looking completely deep in thought. you naturally paused, the silence in her office so deafening you felt like breathing would be too loud. your gaze fixated on her, noticing the black and deep red suit she was wearing. moments passed and arlecchino glanced up through her lashes, settling on your maid dress before trailing up to your face. her expression immediately changed, leaning back in her chair after crossing her arms over her chest. it was beyond embarrassing you had to wear such an outfit for this job, but deep down you knew it was entirely for this womans enjoyment and who were you to protest against it?

“did you forget entering this room is forbidden? i thought i taught you better than this.” arlecchino’s tone was cold and sharp. she placed one leg over the other, her head tilting a few degrees to the right as she shot you an almost cocky smile.

you weren’t supposed to be in here by any means, but the door was unlocked so you foolishly let yourself in, more curious about what items were in here than what you could clean. you turned on your heel and suddenly faced your back to her, pretending to wipe your finger across the shelf to check for dust despite already having cleaned it spotlessly. no excuse came to mind quick enough before your boss spoke up again, this time her voice softer.

“i’ll let you off. it’s my fault after all for being so careless with the lock.” her words were followed by yet another sigh, the sound of her fidgeting with pens and papers on the desk caused you to relax.

after picking up some supplies from the wooden floor you got back to work, careful not to miss a single spec of dust on anything you tried to clean in the office. naturally, you zoned out, working entirely on aeroplane mode, until arlecchino’s voice made you come back to reality.

“i’d say i made a good choice picking out such an outfit for you. you definitely pull it off better than the last maids i hired.” her tone was full of authority and confidence. “although, it wasn’t like they lasted long enough for me to enjoy the sight of it how i’d like.”

slightly confused, you turned your head to the left to look at her, but her eyes were practically glued to her paperwork.

“i think you did a good job, too, ma’am.” sucking up to her wasn’t something you have ever been proud of, but there was just something about her that captivated you. you constantly feel like you have to work for her attention, and you rarely get it but still, you try.

arlecchino hummed in response, clearly amused but also a little shocked by your agreement.

“such a pretty little thing, hm?”

your cheeks immediately burned with blush, turning to a deep pink shade enough to show through your makeup. a shy “thank you” was all you could get out before arlecchino’s chuckle echoed around her office. she absolutely loved to toy with you.

“so sweet, too.”

you chose to ignore her words, making your way to the other side of the room, your mary jane shoes hitting against the floorboards with every step. after wiping several surfaces you heard arlecchino click her fingers in your direction and you responded immediately by turning to face her with your hands neatly by your sides. she decided to stay silent for a few more moments which only made you more nervous, gesturing you to walk to her with a simple ‘come here’ motion with her long slender fingers. you obliged with zero hesitation, placing your supplies back on the floor and approaching her with a sweet smile.

you stood motionless to her left and she swivelled in her chair to face you. the silence was yet again uncomfortable, and you could practically see arlecchino sizing up both you and the situation, she loudly cleared her throat as she pointed to the floor by her feet, raising a single eyebrow as she watched you like a hawk. your expression showed pure confusion but you did what you thought your boss wanted, getting down on your knees and sitting on top of your heels.

arlecchino’s dominant hand reached down to tightly grip your chin and move your head up to face her, a cocky grin plastered on her face.

“you’re like a little house pet. my own personal puppy.” the older woman cooed, examining every feature she possible could, from your nose to your lips to your eyes once more. "obedient puppy girl. i like it."

arlecchino could see the redness of your cheeks growing darker with each word that escaped her soft lips, uncrossing her legs so she could be more comfortable. without much warning she let go of your face, leaving a red mark from her tight grip before slowly slipping one foot under your maid dress. she admired the way it sat so pretty over your lap, flicking the frills up from time to time as if she was playing with her food. her lack of words felt scary, but your mind was so empty you chose to match her silence, the only thing either of you could hear were each others quiet breaths.

she soon slid her foot further underneath, the top of her dark high heel shoes pressing up against your core making you gasp softly.

"arle.. ma'am, i don't think-" your words were cut short when arlecchino began slowly moving her foot against you. you noticed her devilish gaze on your body, taking in the way the maid dress hugged your figure perfectly to her delight. a low moan left you, leaning forward with your hands on the floor to properly sustain yourself.

your boss continued her pace, her expression unchangeable, attentively watching you give in and begin grinding yourself against her shoe. while red with sheer embarrassment, a significantly louder whine escaped you, being met with another cocky laugh from arlecchino.

your clit began throbbing more with every second, biting down on your bottom lip to help suppress any noise as you quickened your movements.

"look at you.." arlecchino began, her voice laced with fake sympathy, "so pathetic getting off on my shoe. it's ironic you're making such a mess for me. such a dumb little pet, i should collar you, hm?"

her words made your entire body shudder, trying to desperately chase an orgasm until the older woman pulled her foot away and ordered you to get up off your knees which were red sore from the wooden floor. she pushed the papers on her desk aside without a single care after standing up from her seat. she practically pulled at your arm to position you between her and her desk, her grip so tight her fingernails left crescent marks in your soft skin, but you didn't mind.

she wasted no time connecting her lips to your jawline, peppering wet kisses all along it before moving to your neck. she ran her tongue along your skin before sucking at it with the intent of leaving a mark, which it most definitely did. she continued several times, making sure to cover your neck and collarbones that only just poked out from your maid dress. her hands moved to your hips with urgency, tightly holding onto you and forcing your body closer to hers as if she was intoxicated with your scent and couldn't get enough.

her breath was hot against your ear as she spoke to you as low as a whisper. "i wonder if you taste as good as you look, doll."

with that she pushed you back onto her desk more gentle than you expected, lifting up your dress to reveal your soaked panties that quickly got thrown to the floor. your slick-covered core glistened in the office light making arlecchino take her two fingers to catch your juices by your entrance. you naturally lifted your thighs and parted them for the other woman, rewarding you with sweet praise.

"good girl. so eager and ready for me." you whined at her words as you begged internally for her to touch you, your wishes being met when she enveloped your clit with her soft lips. she sucked lightly while looking up at you through her long dark lashes, focusing entirely on your expressions. various moans left your mouth, arlecchino humming with delight against your sensitive bundle of nerves making the pleasure feel more intense immediately.

she carefully slid a finger in, testing the waters before adding a second, knowing you could easily take it. the older woman began pumping in and out of you as you arched your back up against her desk, knocking items every time you moved but neither of you cared.

"i was right, you taste so good, baby." arlecchino's voice practically vibrated against your core, your pornographic moans filling the room. anyone that happened to walk by would easily hear you.

she started peppering light kisses to your swollen clit simply to tease you as she worked her fingers inside you, hissing when she felt your walls clench around her letting her know you were already close.

"dirty girl, can barely hold it together for me... tsk tsk." her voice was full of fake disappointment, her fingers moving quicker now while her eyes fixated on you. the sight of you coming undone in front of her was enough to make her quietly groan, and she couldn't get over how stunning you looked. "cum on my fingers, love. i got you, that's it. good girl."

arlecchino's thumb traced circles against your sensitive clit, her free hand lifting up to grip your inner thigh. her long nails dug into your skin like before on your arms. one of your hands trailed up your body to cover your face while the other gripped the edge of the wooden desk, your knuckles turning white from the pressure.

you immediately tensed up and let out the most obscene moans possible, cumming onto her fingers with such intensity it had you seeing stars. your orgasm shuddered through your entire body, arlecchino eventually slowing down her pace to help you ride out your high. the older woman slowly removed her two fingers from inside of you and brought them up to her lips, sucking them clean followed by a light hum. to your surprise she pressed a light kiss on your overly sensitive clit causing your entire body to twitch under her, a devilish laugh escaping her lips as she stood up straight. you were both greeted by a hard knock at arlecchino's office door and your boss sighed as she pulled down your dress to cover you and helped you back up onto your feet. after gesturing towards your panties sitting on the floor to be cleaned up, arlecchino spoke up for only you to hear.

"you're lucky other people don't just walk in here like you do." she teased, tilting her head to one side while caressing your cheek with a softness you haven't felt from her before. the way her eyes met yours made you melt, and the look in them spoke volumes. you could barely process what just happened and your mind still felt foggy.

after what felt like minutes lost in arlecchino's crimson eyes, you bent down to slip your panties back on and adjust your clothing, suddenly realising whoever was at the door most definitely heard you moments before. you carefully picked up your supplies and opened the door, keeping your head down as you rushed out into the hallway, the sound of the other person rambling about a business meeting eventually becoming just a distant noise. all you could think about was the next time arlecchino would call you into her office.

[husky-studies]

Dr ratio with a child reader that is like ena or shiho? (Platonic pls! Angst and fluff is fine)

Concept: Dr Ratio with a Ena!Child reader

Warning(s): relationship between the character and the reader is STRICTLY platonic, angst at the start and bit of happy ending

Notes: YESSS ANON!! I took the inspiration from the Ena focus event, this seems a bit rushed but hope you enjoy it! 😭😭

He has been observing for so long. Observing you, doing a painting for your assignment. You look frustrated to say at least, by your latest assignment given by your teacher. The sketch looks roughed up with smudges of graphite are littered here and there. Your paint sits to your right, the tubes of paint sealed tight in their respective colors and you haven't opened any of them. You sat on your chair still unsatisfied by your sketch.

Just went you wanted to erase the whole sketch, a hand touched your shoulder. Looking back, you forgot Dr Ratio was here with you. "Why are you erasing it? Your concept and sketch is good enough." He asked while looking at your rough sketch. "I think...the sketch is not good enough, thats why I'm erasing it." You replied, your grip on the eraser tightens.

"My teacher thinks its not good enough..." You muttered lowly. "Your teacher..? What did he say about it?" Ratio asked, curious on what your teacher has to say about it. "I need to add texture to this painting, I need to correct my composition, lighting and the list goes on." You replied, the eraser long forgotten in your grip. Dr Ratio's grip tightens on your shoulders, its firm enough to tell you that he's reassuring you. "You'll do just fine, don't let your teacher ruin it for you." He said as he walked away, assuming that he wanted to leave you alone so you can focus on finishing the painting before the due date.

——————————————————————

He was waiting for you at your usual spot to see your results but, you haven't showed up. Classes shouldve finished hours ago. Actually, you shouldve gotten your grades a few days ago, but you haven't showed up afterwards. 'Did something happened to you?' He thought, a bit concerned but he trusts you to be able to handle yourself.

Finally, he saw you walking in. You looked...sad and you're not holding your usual things with you as well. "[your name], how did it go?" He asked while offering you to sit at your usual seat as you do your art assignments. You let out a sigh, "Everything's wrong, the teacher said theres no feelings in it, the lighting is too dark and what not." you said as you sat down putting your bag aside as you stared at the blank canvas, your back facing the doctor himself.

Before he could open his mouth, you asked him "Doctor...is it really worth continuing this path im walking down? What if art is not meant for me?" He listened to your questions, thinking the right answers to your questions before letting out a small exhale. "Only you can decide that [your name], you have chosen this path and its what you're passionate about. Keep walking down the path, don't run away even if it hurts." This is the only thing he could say for now, not really sure if you're going to take his words wrongly.

"You'll have to face the criticism even if you won't like it. Life is just like that." He added as he looked at you. You looked like you were about to cry but at the same time your eyes held a determined look. A look that wants to keep pushing forward, no matter how many criticism were fired their way. "...thanks doctor, I really needed that. I'll keep pushing..!" You said, smiling at him through the tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. 'His words are sharp...exactly how my teacher sounded, but no matter. I won't give up so easily now' You thought to yourself as you felt a hand patting the top of your head. The famous Dr Ratio was giving you a headpat huh? "Don't go back on your own words now." Ratio reminded. "I wont."

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[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (Sabrina reference😄) DO A FIC WHERE F!READER RUNS A DAYCARE AT HER HOUSE AND SHE CALLS SCHLATT FOR HELP BECAUSE THERES ALOT OF CHILDREN 🤟❤️

HI I HAD INSPIRATION STRIKE ME IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, I TOOK YOUR IDEA AND RAN, I HOPE YOU ENJOY

also i never went to daycare so i just guessed about what happens there

youre usually busy on mondays, but tonight was even worse cause it was labor day and all the parents wanted to get together with their buddies and drink all day

you couldnt get s couple boys to behave and couldnt contact their parents, so you had to pull out your secret third option

"MIDDER SHAT!!!!" all the kids cheered as schlatt ducked into the almost-too-short door

he didnt usually hang out at the daycare house

he tells you it's cause he cant stand the kids, but really it's cause he needs about 2 months to recover from the baby fever of watching you work with so many young minds

but you need him today. aiden and braiden would not stop bickering and like hell were they gonna listen to the bubbly fun daycare worker

so he swung by to handle the boys and let the girls paint his nails and do his hair before Shootin Some Hoops with all the kids right before lunch

he read to the kids before naptime, and made cherry juice in water for kids that couldnt get to sleep easily (he memorised every form about every kid so he knew who was and wasnt allowed what)

sits with you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder as gentle music plays to lull the kids back to sleep if they wake up

"how ya doin toots?" he whispers to you

he waits a moment

you dont answer

he moves his head a bit to look at you

you were so exhausted that you fell asleep too

carries you to your naptime mat and tucks you in

he wakes you up right before it was time for the first kids to go home

you finally see that all of the kids enter their proper form of transportation, sighing as you feel the weight of the day on your shoulders

"i dont know what i wouldve done without you, how can i thank you enough for literally saving my booty today?" you fret

"you could marry me." he was still looking out at the street

"... what?" you inquire gently

"ya heard me," he got down on one knee and pulled out a box "let's start our own li'l family toots."

tag list: @xoxoave @sonnyjune @jschladderall @manticore-fangs

OKAY BEDTIME GN

[beomboomboom]

Recipe for disaster

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: Soonyoung x reader

summary: You should've known better than to leave Soonyoung alone in the kitchen to make some pancakes. After all, everyone knows that Soonyoung + kitchen makes a recipe for disaster

warnings: a little bit of a cooking fire

note: This fic has genuinely made me laugh so much, and I hope it'll make you laugh too. Enjoy reading <33

Soonyoung is good at many things, but cooking is definitely not on that list.

In fact, you've learned (the hard way) that if you leave him alone in a kitchen, there's a 50 percent chance something will end up on fire (most of the time it's food, but you swear one day it's going to be your house).

So, when you woke to the sound of clattering coming from the kitchen paired with the empty space next to you on the bed, it was easy to put two and two together.

Hurriedly shuffling out of bed, you make your way to the kitchen where you're met with the sight of a singing Soonyoung clad in your tiger-print apron that he gifted you for Christmas, as he gets out a big bowl from the cabinet.

"Love, what are you doing?" you ask with a tense smile, interrupting your boyfriends' cooking and singing session.

"I'm cooking breakfast for you! Pancakes!" Soonyoung exclaims with a smile. "Surprise!"

You feel your heart melt when you hear Soonyoung's loving intentions, but that fondness quickly turns into fear when you see him beginning to measure the ingredients.

Or to be honest, It shouldn't even count as measuring, it was more like eyeballing.

Eyeballing, but he wasn't really using his eyes.

You watch in horror as he attempts to pour a little bit of salt from the bag into the bowl, but ends up tilting the salt bag a bit too much, causing a huge amount of salt to end up being poured instead.

"Oops." Soonyoung says with a sheepish smile. "It's okay though, I'll just add more of the other ingredients so it'll cancel the salt out." Soonyoung says with a confident smile, assuring you everything is fine.

"You can just take out some of the salt-" you begin to suggest before becoming speechless at the sight of Soonyoung pouring half a bag of flour into the bowl, then squinting and pouring a bit more for good measure.

"Soonyoun-"

"Wait this breakfast needs to be a surprise," Soonyoung interrupts you at the realization as he starts to gently push you out of the kitchen.

"I think I could help you out a little-" you start to protest.

But your boyfriend quickly pushes you back into your room and assures you everything will be alright. "Rest a little more, I'll tell you when things are ready." He says while tucking you back into your bed. "And don't worry, I got this all under control. Nothing will go wrong."

It only took 15 minutes for things to go wrong.

"AHHHH—FIRE!!!"

You jolt up from the bed the second you hear Soonyoung's hysterical scream from the kitchen.

"THERES A FIRE! HOW DO YOU MAKE IT GO AWAY."

Quickly jumping to your feet, you hurriedly make your way to the kitchen. When you reach the kitchen you're met with the sight of a panicked Soonyoung as he frantically tries to fan out the smoke that's coming from the stovetop.

"I was going to the bathroom but then I forgot the stove was still on so I—AHH" Soonyoung begins to explain before yelping at the sight of another bright orange flame appearing.

"No, don't fan the flames you're making it worse," you say with a groan as you quickly run to the sink to wet a cloth and throw it over the flames.

As you and Soonyoung watch the flames slowly subside, you both let out a sigh of relief. Coughing because of all the smoke, you slowly stand up and begin to clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to make you a nice breakfast and now it's all ruined—" Soonyoung says, the disappointment evident on his face.

"It's okay, you tried your best. Let me help you cook next time though," you say with a reassuring smile as you give Soonyoung a small pat on the shoulder. "How about we order some carry out for breakfast instead?"

"Okay! Let me get my phone," Soonyoung says with an excited smile as he gives you a small peck on your smoke-covered cheeks and runs to his room in search of his phone.

You let out a small laugh before shaking your head. Needless to say, you wouldn't be letting Soonyoung anywhere close to the kitchen anytime soon.

[andreaheartscats]

Ellie Willams

->stressed out reader about school work. -> fluff i guess? no smut. ->roommate Ellie

a/n: helloo there beautiful people! i hope you like this little fic i came up with, please dont mind any bad grammer (if there is any..i hope theres not) english isnt my first laungage so yea. love u all!

Five hours. Youve been studying for five hours now, the tiredness and sleepeness was carching up to you at this point. But the stress was like no other.

It was the last semester and you had so many tests coming up from every possible direction. You were sure that your eyebags had eyebags now, if thats even possible.

The dask was filled with random papers, books from diffrent subjects and many of your mostly filled notebooks. While looking through the papers you had laid messily around your desk, a gentle knock was heard from your bedroom door.

"come in." as you said those words the door opend slowly and there stood Ellie, your roommate and your best friend....and the person you had feelings for.

For a momment Ellie just stood there leaning on the doorframe as she looked at you for some time and finally spoke up. "havent seen you much today." she seemd a bit upset as she said those words.

"sorry Els, im really busy with studying.." saying that, you let out little sigh as you take your reading glasses off to rub your temples in frustration. Ellie takes a notice of your messy desk. Your tired eyes and the empty cans of many diffrent energy drinks laying around your bedroom floor.

Her face frowns a bit as she sees you in this state, honestly feeling bad for you. She noticed how much work you put in school and how much you try.

She walks towards you and crouchs down infront of you while you sat comfortably in your chair. The sight of her this close to you set shivers up and down your spine.

"how 'bout you take a little break yea?"she said with a soft smile forming on her face. The idea didnt sound too bad.. i mean you were pretty tired and a little break couldnt hurt.

Without saying much you just nodded your head at her while giving her a tired smile. You both laugh a little and decide to go to your shared living room and watch some TV.

"alright, you just sit there and ill get you somethin' to snack on babe"

you plop yourself onto the comfortable couch you two bought. Babe. those words triggerd the butterflys in your stomach. Even if you two were just friends, you melted every time she used some kind of pet names.

After sometime, Ellie came back with a bowl of popcorns and some other snacks. She sat them on the table carefully and looked at you with a proud smile. As if a kid would look at their parents when they do something good.

You couldnt help but smile at her. She sat next to you and threw her hand over your shoulder which caught you off guard a bit but you didnt mind.

As Ellie scrolled through the list of series and movies, she looked at you from thr corner of her eye. "you know..i just wanna help you a bit to relax. Youve been working so hard lately."

Her words were so calming. You snuggle into her, your head falling on her shoulder as she traced a little circles on your upper arm. "thanks Els"

you mutter quietly but making sure she knew you were greatful for her and for the things she did. In response Ellie just hummed as she choose a movie.

For the first hour of the movie you enjoyed it. Ellies arm around you as she held you close to her while your head was comfortably laying on her shoulder.. But for the next hour of the movie Ellie heard little snors coming from below her.

She glanced down and noticed you fast asleep. Not daring to move even a inch, not wanting to wake you up from your peacful sleep, she just stayed there watching the rest of the movie untill she finally feel asleep too.

Honestly this might be the best sleep you ever had. Literally cuddling Ellie, "your best friend" , roommate and most importantly your fucking crush!

[frosted-hyacinth]

𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 : chapter I

Feat. too many blue lock characters to list... (theres like 19 love interests...) Tags. fluff, maybe some angst later on cw. NOT EDITED, (if there are any more, please let me know) note. my run-on sentences are coming backkk noooo also how did i forget the word facility?? (I had to google it until i remembered...) also a lil short as always sorry! (had this in my drafts for quite some time lol)

masterlist. (non-existent for now) next.

It was your first time at a concert. You were at a concert that your friend bought tickets for but ended up not being able to go and now you were here. She'd told you last minute that she had an urgent family problem and that she wouldn't be able to go. However, she didn't want to waste the tickets she'd brought so she handed them to you and ran off, not letting you refuse.

You didn't really think you were into these idol things but when you saw her dancing across the stage with those... eyes... You were captivated. You couldn't look away.

That was the moment you knew, you wanted to be just like her. An idol that could captivate the eyes of anyone watching them, the kind that told everyone look at me without a word. The centre of attention.

After years of hard work, it paid off.

☆ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

You sighed, a while ago, your manager, Emi, had told you to do a job with Itoshi Sae. It was supposed to be just normal modelling, something that came with being an idol but the whole experience was just tiring. The images came out perfect, better than perfect even.

Seeing the publicity that photoshoot gave you, Emi tried convincing you to make more content with Sae, even trying to make you create a song with him but no matter how much she asked, you could only say no. As much as you loved how the results turned out, the Itoshi was much less agreeable to work with. You'd tried interacting with him during the short amount of time you had but time and time again, he had ignored you. So you came to the conclusion that that was not something you'd want to do again.

But now? Something was off. Emi was eerily quiet. Usually, she'd be consistently telling you about all the different brands or people you had offers from but you hadn't heard a peep from her today.

Now, it was lunch and as quietly as possible, she sat down beside you and all of a sudden, she was talking again. But then she pulled out a letter that she hid (?) behind her back. Rather than having you read it though, she more or less described the entirety of the letter to you.

She was telling you that you'd gotten an invite to have a collaboration with 'Blue Lock.' A program Jinpachi Ego (a person who you personally found a little creepy) created to find a perfect male idol. It turned out that they had already eliminated a handful of people. From the 300 who started, there were now 15 left.

Emi said that if you joined, you'd get much more publicity than you do right now and your PR team even said that this would be good for you. You probably would have said yes anyway but with the way they seemed like they were begging you to join, it would have physically hurt you to reject them.

That was how you found yourself in a bus ride with 'Anri Teieri' to the Blue Lock facility, arriving finally at a large pentagon-shaped building.  

[d3m0nicdream]

HOMESICK:

Sam and Colby x Reader

Tags: Fluff. Just you missing the homies.

When you told people you missed your friends, that was an understatement. You didn’t just miss them, you CRAVED them. You curse at yourself for getting talked into moving by your parents. You should have just stayed in California with Sam and Colby instead of moving to the east coast. The only reason you did it was because of your parents divorce and your mom wanting a fresh new start but she didn’t want to do it alone. You just couldn’t tell her no.

Nothing was the same. The people were different. The air was different. The WEATHER was different. You hated it. You lay in your bed thinking about your friends and what they were doing without you. You think about how many investigations they are going on without you or if they even thought about you anymore. Its been a month and they have yet to call you since you left. You even stalk their youtube channel to watch all the fun they are having.

Eventually you can’t take it anymore. You needed to hear at least SOMEONES voice. You go into your contacts and call Sam. It rings a few times before he answers groggy from sleep.

“Y/N?” He sounds confused at first but when you don’t say anything, he speaks again.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Tears roll down your eyes and you try not to slip up that your crying but the facade breaks the minute you speak.

“I miss you guys.” You stifle a cry as you wait for Sam to reply.

“We miss you too. So much. It hasn’t been the same without you.” He sighs and his end goes silent.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ve just been thinking a lot and well, you can see how thats going.” You let out a small laugh. Sam’s end is still quiet before you hear gentle snores on the line. He fell asleep.

“Goodnight Sammy.” Tears well up into your eyes again after hanging up the phone. He couldn’t even hold a conversation with you and you start to spiral.

Call Colby

You go back into your contact list and press Colby’s name. It rings twice before his warm voice rings your ears.

“Y/N! Hey.” He seemed alot more chipper than Sam did on the phone and you can practically hear the smile on his face.

“How are you?” He asks. Your emotional state is broken. You miss him. You miss Sam. You miss home. When you don’t answer right away, he speaks again.

“Y/N?”

“I’m…. I’m okay.” You lie and he sees through you right away.

“No, you’re not. Why are you crying? Talk to me. What’s up.” You break. Its been so long since someone has asked you if you were okay. You sob into the phone.

“I-I miss you guys so much. I don’t even know why i moved out here. Theres nothing to do, Nobody I know, the weather sucks, the air is different and I just want to come home. I want to be with you and Sam. I want to go investigating and have movie nights and just be… there like before.” You were lost. You wanted him to know how much you missed him.

“I should have never moved here. I… I’m going crazy Colby.”

“Hey, its okay. We miss you so much too. It’s been so different here without you. Its been lonely to say the least but… we miss you. I miss you.” Colby goes from being happy and smiley to a slightly more serious tone.

“I-I tried calling Sam and he fell asleep on me.” You sniffle.

“He’s been sick all week. He’s probably high on cold medicine. He definitely misses you… wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left.” you bring your knees into your chest and the two of you sit in silence.

“Why didn’t you guys call? Or text? Something?” You didn’t know if you wanted to hear the answer to these questions but classic Colby turns them back on you.

“The same reason you didn’t call or text us. We have all been busy trying to do our own thing. I’m sure you have been busy adjusting to your new life and we have been trying to adjust with you gone.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore, Colbs” You almost whisper the words. If Colby was paying enough attention, he could barely hear it but after a minute or two, his voice rings into your ears.

“Then come home.”

[fuctacles]

Finally the chapter with @penny00dreadful 's art! 😩 Read it here. Beta @dragoon-ze-great Loml @blasvemous

By the time he hangs up the call with Robin, Steve's not tired anymore. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he heads towards the living room, pulling an extra chair next to the typewriter. The window is already closed back.

"How did that happen?"

No idea

Steve groans and chugs down half of his beer in one go. 

"I need to clue the nerds in," he sighs with resignation. "I really want to help you, you know?" he asks, head turning to pout at the typewriter. 

I know. Thank you

Steve slumps over the chair. 

"I wish I was doing a better job at it. Turns out I'm useless when there's nothing to punch," he murmurs. He looks over the many unpacked boxes stacked against the wall.

The keys click.

Well Im glad theres no monsters to punch

Steve smiles weakly.

"That's fair, yeah."

I wouldnt even hope to have a life again if you werent here. Give yourself some credit

Steve shrugs at that.

"I was just at the right time and right place."

And thats enough

"I guess," Steve hums, not convinced. He focuses back on the boxes. "I'm gonna look for the walkie. You," he taps against the table and points at the sheet of paper. "List any books or movies you want me to check out when I'm in town tomorrow."

Roger

He knows it should be somewhere in the top boxes. Well, the ones labeled as 'essentials' at least. But, apparently, Steve from a week before decided his hairspray and comb go into those. He sighs, putting them on the table. Next go actual essentials, like flashlights and candles in case his electricity wasn't cooperating. He finds what he's looking for in the second box and slams it on the center of the desk, so he doesn't forget to call the Party tomorrow. He's too tired to interact with them after the day he's had. 

He looks at the chair in front of the typewriter and for a moment he can almost feel a connection with someone else in the room, like their eyes have met despite the worlds separating them. He rounds the table to look at the list Eddie's made, which consists mostly of authors and bands he doesn't recognize but some of them he's herd of from his nerds. He taps the sheet sticking out of the machine. 

"Mike's been raving about a new Metallica tape for some time, I can probably find it for you. And I know for a fact there's a new edition of Dungeons and Dragons out."

The words are barely out of his mouth when the typewriter frantically comes to life. 

THERES A NEW EDITION OF DND I HAVE TO LEARN ? STEVE STEVE PLEASE I BEG YOI CAN YOU FIND IT FOR ME ? 

And Steve is a weak man, a people pleaser, as Robin calls him. He loves doing little things that will make his friends happy. 

"Yeah," he nods. "I'll look around."

Thnk you thank you thank you 

Steve laughs. 

"I haven't found it yet, It's a small town, don't expect too much," he says, knowing full well he'll drive to Indianapolis if he has to, just to find what Eddie needs. He's been stuck with the same books for ten years, it's normal that Steve wants to help. Somehow, he's already put him in the same box his other friends are: nerdy, lost, in need of help or protection. Just his type. 

He hopes it doesn't change when they actually meet.

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[leoruby-draws]

hello hello hello

i just want to say i love your little drawings so much they're adorable and so full of life and everything feels exciting in them and i love how you draw and make really fun stuff for many of the minor characters, you're doing such a good job with them and it gives me so much joyy

Hi Hi Hi

Thanks for liking my stuff! Happy to bring you joy, drawing these brings me joy!

Also its fun to get into and draw minor characters because their reading lists are super short lol! But I like to give a little love to characters that most people might not know about, in fact here's some random drawings that I had in the back-burner for the past year! Never could find a chance to just post them:

Here's a cute drawing of Cyclone, Maxine Hunkle! Wanted to give her a cute costume makeover. Kinda has a magical girl look to it huh? Took a bit of inspiration from Ojamajo Doremi, but also she's meant to resemble Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz! Both the princess and the witch. I have a bit of idea of what I'm going do with her, but that's for later.

Got a drawing of Gan, Jason's friend from the Knight White books. Not sure if she exist in my Training Wheels au, but I like her a lot. Her rapport with Jason was fun to read.

Here it looks like the Outlaws are trying to recruit new members, from the Relative Heroes group, Damara Sinclaire (Allure) and Tyson Gilford (Blindside). They're not likely to join, preferring to stick with their own group. Just as well since Damara's powers might make things a rather chaotic, she doesn't need that drama in her life lol. Tho I like the thought of Tyson helping out now and then, his invisibility would be pretty useful.

Here's some random assortment of heroes, Ray Terrill the...Ray. Amethyst, tho top pic is uncolored (im lazy) but theres a Sailor Amethyst to make up for that.

There's the first Green Lantern (Alan Scott) with his kids,Jade (Jennifer Lynn Hayden) and Obsidian (Todd James Rice). Wonder why their babies here, de-aging mishap?

Jason and Toni gossip about their fellow teammates, and down below Jason decides to annoy a young Kyle Rayner. A universal constant!

Todd can't help but join in!

Also some cute father-son bonding! I sent this to someone else earlier, so imma just stick here too.

For a really minor character, here's Jay, Eddie and Rose meeting up with a very strange new friend!

And lastly here are the Metal Men, or should I say the mini-Metal Men. Read some comics about them, including a bit of silver age as well (they get destroyed pretty often, kinda funny ngl). I thought about what kinda sidekicks they could have, but I didn't want to look up metals or learn about metallurgy or chemistry or whatever. So I just made them smaller, its just temporary though, aren't they cute? Look at poor Copper, she just wants to join in!

Anyways, hope that wasn't too much, tagging all of this is gonna suck.

Sorry I haven't been posting, due to Tumblr being a pile of shit and trying give our stuff to ai websites. So I thought I would download nightshade and glaze, but that didn't work out at all (I got a new laptop but it still wont render for me at all). So I'm just gonna hope my opt-out in the settings will be enough for now. Sigh!

Hope you like all this anon, might be a while til I post again. Later!

[i-write-sin-not-tragedy]

Huskerclouddust thoughts? I will enable you, yes, release the ideas :3

Hello so the reason this took me a WHILE was bc i had so many things bouncing around my brain, and i had to like. Sit down and come up with cohesive thoughts and not just fake episodes that play out in my head. LOL

But ill just!! Do a quick list of ideas and if theres one anyone wants a more detailed rundown of, please just send an ask and i will HAPPILY elaborate

Nsfw/mdni below the cut♡

huskcloud fucking while watching one of Angels live streams (in which he is doing a solo show and has specifically picked toys that allude to huskcloud. They're the only ones that know ofc)

I have this wholeass rundown of how Husk and Cloud even START dating. Its more like the situation of them both dating Angel and the awkward dance around each other that features a little flirting but Husk starts to get a bit bolder with the flirts and Cloud is a mega over thinker who keeps convincing himself its nothing. Until they end up making out on the bar, and it only stops bc Charlie interrupts it (bless her heart she has no idea what was happening either jekfje) There's a whole sweet thing of Husk inviting Cloud to his room later to like actually talk about it. Cloud again is an overthinker and has no idea if this is like. A date or Husk wanting to tell him to stop (honey HE started the makeout but okay kekfkdk) This one in particular makes me so stupidly soft that i could SCREAM. Its nothing too intense, it does go into my hcs of Husk being demisexual, and has some very soft makingout/dry humping but they don't fuck. *yet*.

extremely silly and slightly vaugely dubcon-y setting of Angel and Cloud messing with the whole "spider and fly" / "predator/prey" kink. Angel had the brilliant idea to use a real web (note. Angel is a jumping spider. They dont build traditional webs. Angel has no idea what the fuck hes doing and zero insticts to work with) Thus they both get stuck/tangled up in it. They don't,,,,,stop though. Like no no this isn't exactly what they were going for but it works. They do have to call Husk to cut them loose after a while when they realize they literally can't pull away from each other (and are both too oversensitive to do much about it) Insert here Husks exhausted sigh. (And maybe messing with them just a little for being horny idiots)

Cloud has a tongue/mouth kink. I literally do not know how to summarize this one more than Angel and Husk give him oral at the same time, lol

flipside of the above (or could be the same fic hmmm) Cloud giving them both blowjobs.

a really silly idea of their first like. Early morning 3way. Like its should be all soft and sweet everyone kinda sleepy and just wanting to be cozy and feel each other only they've been under blankets all night and Husk and Angel are both covered in *fur*. Cloud passes out from overheating LMFAO cue both boyfriends panicking

Angel is helping Cloud pick out lingerie that he's actually comfortable in. It's not full on smut, so much as touching and teasing, but it's also cute and soft. I like them being as supportive as they can and assuring Cloud that they love his body the way it is, the way Cloud want its, and it doesn't change how they see him and they want him to feel comfortable in his own skin. It can be a challenge for him to walk the line of "do i feel like a cute boy in this or does it just make me feel like a girl" but Angel is absolutely thrilled to give suggestions. Husk appreciates from the side.

i might. Have an intox kink. And maybe have projected that onto cloud. But i also understand that's a bit of a heavier kink for many people, so i won't say much on that unless someone specifically asks for it, and i can tag the post properly♡

[bittersweetimaginings]

Request for an Alex fic!

I've always wanted to see some heavy whump put on this character-

Maybe a sick fic?

Or just a senerio where he is hurt/exhausted/thirsty/hungry etc.

She/Her

Tired • Alex DeLarge

⚠️Content warning: Implied & mentions of t0xic relationship dynamics, ch3ating, Alex being an asshole (as always), mentions and mild descriptions of injuries, description of (consensual) s3x and cursing (yes, theres SMUT in this one). 

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans. 

Summary: After one of his outings with his droogs, Alex finds himself being injured. As his long-time girlfriend you feel the urge to take care of him. 

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her 

Keys: Y/N = Your Name. Nadsat glossary. 

Author’s notes: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimers & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available. 

This is somewhat of a continuation to this fic: “in the aftermath” or at least I wrote it with the same MC in mind! However, this time she is less submissive and has grown to be a bit more confrontational with Alex and his shit! But is not necessary to read the first one, this can be enjoyed as a standalone if you want! 

I'm not here to judge why you are consuming this type of content (I'm the one doing the writing after all) I know from personal experience that this type of content (as weird as it sounds to some of you) might be used as a coping mechanism to a similar situation some of us might've experience or are currently experiencing irl; but just in case, I want to encourage you to reach for help, so please, if you're going through a tough time or experiencing some kind of violence, here are some resources that I was able to find and might be of help, please stay safe everyone: 

List of countries and their helplines for d0m3stic abus3, s3xual as5ault and other resources. 

List of other resources for immediate help. 

List of countries and their respective helplines for su1cid3 prevention/crisis. 

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"He's been in there all week! Barely eats, barely goes out...I might knock the door down and put an end to this worry!" 

You hear Alex's mom tone through the phone slowly rising making her concerns quite apparent. 

 “I don’t think that’s necessary, I’m sure he’s fine, Ms.-”  

“Y/N dear, wouldn’t it be possible for you to come by the house this mornin’?” 

A slight pause is settled as you ponder her request. Truth be told, you haven’t talked with Alex much as of lately, the reason being you two breaking up (again) over him continuously flirting with another woman (again) and since you were already used to such behavior it wasn’t really the flirting that set you off (having Alex as your boyfriend had made you grown desensitized to many things), it was more the time and place that angered you, and though you knew you’ll get back together eventually, you had grown quite comfortable as a single woman, it was like allowing yourself a breather and would like to stay that way at least for a little bit longer... 

“I don’t think-…" 

“Please, dear...I- I noticed you and Alex haven’t talked much but maybe is time to patch things up?” 

You fall silent. The lady on the other end of the line has always been kind and warm to you even when her kid really wasn’t. Though perceptive she’s unaware about the true nature of your relationship with her son, only knowing the brighter side of the whole ordeal, it’s natural that she asks for your help, believing you to be a positive influence in Alex’s chaotic life. 

“Y/N?” 

She asks; the undeniable worry dripping in her voice tugging at the heartstrings of your own weak and sensible heart, you comprehend her pain and to be quite honest...you had been worried too...after all it is hard to break old habits...  

“I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished with school” 

You announce with a heavy sigh, hoping you won’t regret it. 

“Thank you dear! I appreciate it!” 

[…] 

The door to Alex’s home is right in front of you, the apartment is unusually quiet even knowing that his parents are most likely at work at this hour; you open the door with the spare key Alex gave you long ago and enter, his room it’s right down the hall of the apartment and before you knock there’s a slight hesitation as you wonder if this is really the best choice...maybe you can still turn back. 

You measure your options and become unaware of the movement in the rotary combination lock and only come back to reality as the door suddenly springs open. 

You haven’t seen his blue eyes in a couple of weeks, maybe that’s why you freeze in place as his surprised gaze meets yours, his brows narrow in confusion but soon a smirk on his face appears. 

“Well, well! Hi, hi, hi there! ‘Been a long time, innit?” 

He seemingly mocks you and visibly sizes you up with his eyes as he leans his body in the doorframe; it takes you a couple of blinks to get out of your trance and when you do you can’t help but feel angered at his smug attitude; you didn’t expect an apology, it’s been a long time since those stopped coming for every time he cheated. In fact, you don’t know what you expected...but definitely something better than this, your brows furrow and take a quick glance at him only to notice the state he’s in: bruises, most of them in the left side of his body, part of his chest on that side even seems quite swollen and some small superficial cuts on his right cheek. 

“Something wrong?” he asks dryly  

“You look like trash” the words come out of your mouth, hoping to hurt him even if just a bit, but instead he scoffs while leaning this time in your direction, his gaze looking for yours as he closes the distance. 

“My, really?” his voice drops in to a suggestive but slightly threatening tone, mocking smile never leaving him. 

The closeness of it all making you realize the man in front of you has been half naked from the beginning if only for a pair of underwear to cover him. 

As you roll your eyes and aggressively walk into his room you hope your cheeks aren’t flushed in case, he decides to tease you any further. As you enter you notice the messy state of the room which strikes you as odd since you know Alex usually tries to very careful when it comes to it but you figured he might’ve just thrown a tantrum recently. Then you see Basil sitting calmly in his usual spot by the poster of a naked woman, you immediately approach it. 

“Oh, hi there!” your baby voice coming through as you pet the top of the snake’s head. 

You hear him walk and feel him right behind you, his chin eventually touches the top of your head, his arms wrap around your body just right below your breasts and although you’re still mad you don’t make any attempts to remove him. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of viddying* you here?” 

“Your mom called; said you wasn’t coming out of your room like some pathetic hermit. Figured it was serious if there was no record of you and the boys in the last few days”  

“Were you worried then?” 

“No” Yes, you were but won’t admit it so easily, he scoffs once more, he can see through you and as he holds you tighter, he bows his head just slightly to kiss your temple. 

“Then...why is that you’re here? More than welcomed to ignore her, are you not?” Whispers in your ear and you only try to calm the goosebumps by focusing your attention ever harder on the reptile in front of you. You hear him laugh lowly at your reaction. 

“My kisa*, you’re not being quite honest...” His declaration carries on with his mouth now traveling down your neck peppering small kisses. You hate how quick the urge of being all over him invades you, turning around quickly you reach to kiss him but as your hands rest on his chest for support he suddenly winces in pain and pushes you away. 

“bloddy cal*!” he mumbles as he tries to soothe his pain by covering the affected area with his hand, though startled by his sudden action you take the time to examine what exactly is wrong. Walking towards him you place your hand over the one he holds defensibly, subtly asking him to lower it to which he complies. 

Your hand explores the swollen side of his chest gently, it takes you a couple of minutes to realize the reason he is in pain:  

“Jesus, Alex your rib is fucking broken!” his brows furrow once more in an annoyed expression as he hears you exclaim. 

“Quite the sharp one are you, eh?” sarcasm present in his voice, maybe a bit bothered you didn’t notice it sooner. 

The thought of asking “what happened?” crosses your mind, but seeing the state the room is in, you pick up on the fact that it might be a sore topic for him and you don’t want him throwing another tantrum as he might injure himself further; instead, you scoff at him in a mildly angered expression. 

“Lay down, let’s treat it before it gets worse or Mr Deltoid finds out and questions you about it” you command and are satisfied with how quick he obeys at the mention of Mr Deltoid. 

[...] 

You surprise yourself with how many times you have helped Alex with his injuries it’s almost second nature to you at this point and though you pride yourself in your impeccable first-aid abilities you can’t help but see just how sad this really must be. 

Alex lays on his bed, eyes closed and wearing a pained expression that you know comes from the sensation of cold he feels through the bandages you had applied in his chest moments before; you hold a frozen bag of peas covered with a random woman’s blouse you found lying in his bedroom and take note it is not one that belongs to you and most certainly not his mother... 

“careful” he warns as he feels the pressure shifting; out of spite you disobey him and apply more pressure, making him wince once more. 

 “Ah! What you think you’re even doin’?!?!” in anger he almost sit up, but the pain knocks him back down. 

“Asshole” you declare throwing the clothing item in his face, setting the frozen bag aside, you sit by his side as you try to calm your own frustration. Alex gets strangely quiet but doesn’t move a muscle at your sudden vent and there’s a brief silence before it breaks. 

“You don’t need to take it so seriously” he says, seemingly in an attempt to comfort you without lying telling you that “it won’t happen again”  

“...” you look at him in frustration, he looks back at you and even through his expression is serious at the beginning, a smile grows on him as he notices your gaze, probably taking pleasure in your aching in some way. 

“C’mon, my pretty kisa, are you jealous?” he lightly tugs at the fabric of your dress as a way to secure your attention. 

“You don’t know what I’m feeling” you mutter. It’s true, you’re not jealous, just tired of the same shit, yet he’s so sure of his assumption he chuckles at your denial. Holding your elbow, he guides you to lay beside him, you don’t fight his action, deep down wanting the comfort he extends. 

“Now, now, my kisa, you can’t be jealous at some starry sooka who can’t even compare” 

You sigh, already overwhelmed by his sweet-talk, you just want him to shut up. 

“Don’t” he looks at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion as you interrupt him in the middle of his speech to kiss him lightly. 

“I don’t want to hear it” you whisper as your voice seems to falter slightly by the lump in your throat.  

He smiles his ever-dashing smile, those bright electrifying blue eyes staring at you with a hint of amusement, but this time you don’t really care about it. 

He stares at your lips, holds the back of your head tightly and finally kisses you roughly, it’s hard for you to keep up with him when you feel so close to crying; none the less you continue, allowing yourself the opportunity to block everything out; right now you don’t want to think how bad he really is for you. 

He caresses your leg, his hand lifting your dress allowing him easy access to your ass which he squeezes firmly enough to hurt you just slightly and as you react by throwing your head back to allowing yourself to moan, he quickly takes the space to kiss your neck this time even leaving a trail of bite marks on it and you make a mental note to find a way to cover those later. 

You can feel his hand trying to unfasten the top part of your dress and so you help him, allowing for your exposed breasts to be tasted by him, you moan even harder when you feel him suck especially harsh on one of your nipples. 

“Shit” you curse at him, this time you decide to get back at him by sliding your hand past his underwear and taking his cock in your hand making harsh up and down motions earning you a sudden grunt from him followed by a small laugh. 

“Quite the baddiwad* are you, my kisa, eh?” He manages to let out in between all the groaning 

Your only response comes in the form of a mocking smile, one similar to the many others he had given you 

“I can be even worse” you declare, in an act of petty revenge you press lightly at his injured spot, just enough for the pain to leave him lying on his back once more as you act quickly and climb right on top of him, you make eye contact with him and can tell that he is not only surprised but curious to see where this new found side of you might lead him. You lower yourself until your entrance falls just above his length and start grinding on it. You moan along with his grunts; you can feel him trying to hold himself back from cuming right then and there by gripping your ass and thighs with so much force you can tell he’s trying to anchor himself. 

You make a slight pause as you place your own underwear aside, leaving yourself partially exposed as your dress still hangs by your waist. You lower back onto him, this time allowing him to enter you; you watch as he looks at you with that beastly gaze of him, one full of determination and lust. Wasting no time, you begin riding him, but unlike many times before, this time you only care about your pleasure. 

You can’t tell how many times you danced up and down his cock, whatever the number might be you fasten your own pace when you feel so close and finally you reach it, your head and body naturally lean forward asking for a kiss as you moan a random curse you can’t even remember now. He complies kissing you and allowing yourself a few seconds to catch your breath, but only that...seconds, as he grabs your hips and tries to replicate your movements from moments before. 

But before he can do so, you act faster; pressing once more the sore spot on his chest he is thrown back in bed by the pain and you take the chance to come down from him, stand up, quickly fix your clothes and walk towards the door without allowing him any release. 

You hear him curse at you behind your back and maybe make an attempt to grab you but instead you get the pleasure of slamming the door right in his face. As you bolt through the hallway and out of flatblock 18A where your long-time boyfriend lives, you smile to yourself.  

It might be time for a change in your life... 

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[gladosluver]

ive been on tumblr for far too long and am just now making an intro post ~ im gladosluver. call me kes or ryoku

- any prns, probably pansexual, 16, ENG/日本語 (quite minimal; not my first language)

- i'm okay with DMs/private messages, tags, mentions, and tagging non-ship posts with ships (as long as its not proship bs)

im SO tired of seeing this GIANT intro every time i go to my profile, so under the cut are my fandoms, music, tags, and a few of my tierlists for some fandoms and music artists (that are very subject to change)

a list of #palestine fundraiser and an updating list of them as they appear on my inbox and/or feed

- multifandom; mostly portal, vocal synth, danganronpa, scp, hxh, angel beats, otherside picnic, minecraft/rlcraft, and a number of music-related things. can't list every interest because this post would be lllooooongggg

- my favourite artists are Akali/RINGO, kurageP, maretu, kairiki bear, jikkendaimarmot, x0o0x_, subeteanatanoseidesu, the vincent black shadow, mother mother, will wood (attw), lapfox (kitcaliber, negaren, truxton), ken ashcorp, tally hall/miricle musical, and some others

i change my pfp sometimes so nobody recognizes me by username but just know i am always still gladosluver in the end . i am also NOT gladosluver/gladoslover on every platform!! there are people who are also gladoslovers who have the same username, but are NOT ME!!

general tags

#words of wisdumb -> simple textposts, usually not fandom related

#lore -> anything relating to my life outside tumblr

#interrogations -> asks

#all queue no pool -> queued or scheduled posts

#rebog or #self rebog -> reblogs/reblogs of my own posts

#communication -> conversations with others via reblogs

#actual important stuff -> important things

#sigh -> minor vent/rant/"okay what the fuck" posts

#poll, #fanfic, #tierlist, #scans, #suggestive -> all self explanatory

my tags

#foresight -> predictions/live reactions (will 100% have spoilers)

#gladosluver read -> when im reading something/live reacting

#gladosluver play game -> ditto, but with games

#gladosluver draw -> the rare art post

#im sorry i had a vision -> aesthetic, moodboard, songposts(?)

fandom tags

#danron (general danganronpa tag), #portal, #dr kirigiri, #vocal synth, #scp, #daybreak (for when day breaks/sd locke's 001)

spoiler tags

#danganronpa kirigiri spoilers, #dr3 spoilers, #danganronpa spoilers, #udg spoilers, #spoilers

i dont really hate a lot of characters or songs. hxh is kinda the exception because theres JUST. SO. MANY

[character] fan banners here

[baby--b4t]

Could I get a comfort minific of cg!ajax, cg!Zhongli, and their super clingy little one who is feeling sick due to allergy season?

-Anon Dimi

hey again!! im not suuuper confident in my ability to write for ajax and zhongli but i love this idea sm ≧０≦ soory if its not too accurate!

(also i made a new dni banner for my jellyfish/fremi theme! i might tweak it a little in the future but this is what it looks like for right now :D)

Spring time was a beautiful time to be outside. The plants would be covered in a thin layer of water droplets from the rain, the sun starting to shine afterwards. If you were lucky, you could see a rainbow or two! But with every spring season also came allergies.

Childe had been going about his normal business in Liyue, chatting with others without a problem. That was, until you had found him on the street. You whined softly as you clung onto his arm. One look at you and Ajax knew you were miserable.

“Oh dear.” Childe said, turning to face you a bit more. “Whats wrong, kiddo? You look very under the weather.” A gentle hand came up to move some stray hairs out of your face. You sniffled, barely able to get air into your nose with how congested you were.

Hearing how sick you were made Childes heart melt. All he wanted to do was make you feel better, so without a second thought, he lifted you off of your feet and pulled you against his chest.

“Lets go see if we cant do something about that, hm?” Ajax cooed, beginning his way towards the funeral parlor. He had seen his fair share of illnesses and had a good idea of how to treat them, but that was usually with his siblings. Most of them were small children. What worked for them might not work for you.

Childe walked into the funeral parlor, smiling at the composed man behind the counter. Zhongli gave a small smile in return, the smile soon fading into an expression of concern.

“What brings you two here?” Zhongli asked, being quickly briefed on your condition. As if on cue, you sneezed and the two men watched as you whined from the discomfort.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Zhongli knelt down to where Ajax had set you. He had grabbed a tissue from the counter and brought it to your face, gently wiping away the mess. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He was just met with upset whining. A sigh escaped him as he stood back up.

“I wasnt sure what kind of medicine to get for them.” Childe chimed in, feeling a bit restless. He didnt know how exactly to help you with this.

“It may just be from the changing seasons. Some cold remedies would help just fine.” Zhongli answered as he walked back to the reception desk. He wrote down a small list and handed it to Childe. “Could you go and get these from BuBu pharmacy? This is all we should need.”

Childe took the list and nodded, quickly leaving the funeral parlor with passion. Zhongli had turned back to where you sat, kneeling down next to you again.

“Why dont we get you comfortable, hm?” The man said as he helped you to your feet. Your protesting whines didnt stop him. If anything, it made him chuckle. “Now, now. Theres no need to work yourself up, dear. Lets go sit down in the back.”

Zhongli couldve easily carried you, but he knew giving into small demands like that now would only fuel the irritation you had. That didnt mean he didnt help you, however. He made sure to hold you up by your elbows and walk with you towards the back room.

Your body soon laid on a plush couch you had been on many times before, the aches in your body slowly disappearing as your muscles relaxed. Zhongli sighed with a smile as he saw your face soften. He knew how bad allergies could be.

The faint smell of mint began to fill the air. You sniffed, or at least tried to, and looked around. Zhongli was preparing some tea, likely one that would help with your congestion. He saw you staring and smiled at you.

“Peppermint tea is good for aches and congestion. It helps soothe some of your muscles as well as thinning out the mucus stuck in in your head.” Zhongli explained, setting up a teapot for the tea to soak in. “It might help you take a nap as well.” He laughed softly.

Childe soon rushed back into the funeral parlor, ingredients in hand. It was clear he was worrying more than he needed to. And as if it was second nature to the man, Zhongli had a small bowl of medicine mixed together. He prepared a cup of tea for you and held out a spoonful of the medicine.

You promptly refused the medicine, turning your head away. Ajax was sitting on the couch with you at this point, gently rubbing your back.

“Come on, bud. Just a quick bite of medicine and then youll start feeling better! It sounds almost too good to be true, if Im being honest.” He tried to convince you, tone playful as usual. His small comments about the medicine finally got you to be brave and just power through it.

The medicine was confusing at first. It was cold, almost biting, then it made your mouth feel warm. The whining let Zhongli know that you had swallowed it. He gently held the cup of tea for you, being careful to make sure you didnt burn yourself.

“Slowly, little crystal.” The man said, knowing you wanted to get the weird taste out of your mouth. The peppermint helped cover up the taste a bit, but it still lingered. You eventually pulled back from the cup and took a breath. Ajax wiped your nose, being careful not to irritate the skin.

“Youre pretty thirtsy, arent you?” He teased, booping your nose before setting the tissue down. “You were drinking that tea like there would be no tomorrow!” Ajax helped you lay down again yet kept you comfortable. His hand mindlessly rubbed up and down your back, helping with some of the achy feeling.

It didnt take long before you felt your eyelids growing heavy. It was too hard to try and hold them up anymore. Zhongli was right when he said it would likely help you nap. Hopefully you would feel better when you woke up.