#this is genuinely so long???? im sorry??? i HAVE to stop tying long things like this on my PHONE ughhhnn

[muirmarie]

Genuinely sorry for the inherent dubcon but the more I think of it even tho it presumably ends spock/bones/kirk it's REALLY a love letter to bones/everyone???

Anyway accidental long bones/uhura below the cut lmao???

uhura breaks her arm (compound fracture even) while they're planetside and won't be able to get back to the ship for [reasons] for at least a few days, and bones sets it, and is just like. "I'll be able to fix it up properly in a few days, but I know you must be in a helluva lot of pain, and. You have options. You /will/ be fine when we get back to the ship, I just. Whatever you want, Uhura, it's up to you."

"If it's not up to /both/ of us, then it's not on the table," she says, sweat on her brow from the pain, eyes steady on his.

"Don't be absurd," he says gruffly, "if I can help - "

"You /have/ helped," she says, glancing down at the makeshift splint. "Do you think so little of me that you think I'd prefer hurting a friend to bearing some pain myself?"

Bones ducks his head, rubs a hand across the back of his neck, because he hasn't - hasn't thought of it quite like that, hasn't -

"Do you think I'd prefer seeing my friend in pain when the alternative is giving us both a little pleasure?" he says roughly, still not looking her in the eyes.

"Leonard," she says, her good hand reaching up to cup his cheek, and he startles a little, finally looks at her.

"You're a beautiful woman, Lieutenant," he says. "It - it's up to you, because I am...I am willing, is all I mean to say."

"/Willing/," she says with a soft laugh. "What a ringing endorsement! No, no, don't backtrack now, it's already said."

"If you'd prefer to wait until we get back to the ship, I fully understand, and I will not argue the point, but if this is some misguided attempt to protect /me/ - " he says, truly angry now, and her thumb slides over his cheekbone, her hand still cupping his face.

"You'd die for me, Doctor. It's a privilege, and it's a burden, to know that, but I know it all the same. Of course I want to protect you. Just like you want to protect me."

He swallows, but he doesn't speak. She doesn't speak for a long moment either, her gaze caught on his throat.

"I'm not in love with you, Doctor, but I love you all the same. And it would be a lie to say I've never thought about it. Those hands of yours? The way you get so riled up, the way you're so immovable in your convictions? All that passion, directed at one person - oh, it's a heady thought. Have you ever thought about it, Leonard?"

His face is flushed, but he hasn't moved away from her hand. "All those languages," he says, his voice still rough, his gaze drifting from her face. "It makes a man wonder what you sound like when - I'm sorry, that's - "

"I /asked/," she reminds him.

He breathes in, holds it, breathes out. "So you did," he says.

"I'll be okay until we reach the ship," she says. He nods, his gaze back on her face, her thumb still sliding across his cheekbone. "You didn't have to offer."

"I'm not in love with you, but I love you," he says, echoing her words back, and she wonders, for one brief, sharp moment, when the last time he's said those words. It hurts far more than her broken arm, and she has to forcibly push that thought aside.

It's a privilege, isn't it, to be loved by him. He'd die for her. He wouldn't think twice. It's a privilege and a burden both.

"Would it be?" she says, going back to the start. "Some pleasure? For both of us?"

He grins a little at that, his mouth lopsided, his eyes warm. "I've never had any complaints," he says, and she thinks, absurdly, that maybe she's not in love with him, but it wouldn't be such a leap, would it? It wouldn't be an impossibility. That warmth, those hands, that passion, that genuine goodness, the way he's looking at her, right now, like she's the only thing that exists - oh, she's not in love with him, but it wouldn't be hard to get there if she wanted. She doesn't want someone who would die for her, though. She'd want someone who would die /with/ her. But maybe in a different life. A different universe. Maybe they can bridge those universes for a little while. Just this once.

"Leonard," she says. "You have to know the rumors about you."

"Let's not set me up against an impossible challenge!" he protests, still grinning. Still her beloved friend. He's left the brooding back a few paces, now that he thinks she's going to let him help. The weight of the world is still there, but he's so good at hiding that, it would be unnoticeable if she didn't love him so well.

"Oh come on," she says, her tongue purposefully wetting her smile, "I'm sure you're /up/ for any challenge."

His eyes are bright, and some part of her, helplessly, thinks /good/ - this isn't all for her, some part of him must also want -

"Come closer," she says in Vulcan, and his cheeks flush, his skin warmer beneath her palm, and oh, he does like the languages, doesn't he, he wasn't just trying to appease her, and that's -

"Nyota," he says, his voice husky, and that's sends a delightful thrill through her as well, doesn't it? "Nyota, may I kiss you?" he says, and she draws him in in answer, says yes in Klingonaase against his lips, feels the exact moment his caution turns into slow confidence.

"There was a party," he says into her throat, "and we both had a little too much to drink, and your smile was so beautiful," he says. She catches on immediately. She's a storyteller, after all.

"I was smiling because you kept making me laugh," she says. "And it got late, and some people left, but I wanted you to keep making me laugh," she says.

"And I wanted to keep seeing you smile," he says. Her hand has slid from his cheek to his shoulder, her nails pressing lightly against his shirt.

"I invited you back for a nightcap," she says, shivering a little at the way his breath brushes her ear. They're not in a cave. She doesn't have a broken arm. She's not forcing - she's not making - he's not obligated -

They're friends. They're kind of drunk. They're kind of lonely. They love each other. This could have happened. If she'd known how he kissed, she thinks, laughing at herself, she'd have done her best to /make/ it happen.

"I couldn't help myself," he says, his hands on her neck, on her waist, and still so careful not to jostle her arm. "I turned when I walked in, and leaned into you. Waited. Hoped I hadn't overstepped, that you wouldn't hate me, that - "

"And I kissed you," she says, because she would have done, wouldn't she. Is doing so right now. "And here we are," she says. "Right here, right now. I could never hate you, Leonard," she says, because it seems like he needs it to be said, even if hers feels like the far greater transgression. "Just a little pleasure for us both, right?"

He pulls back a little, until their faces are mere inches apart, his words ghosting over her lips.

"Nyota," he says, steady, like he's on solid footing for the first time since this began, since he found her: arm broken, bone peeking out, since he half-carried her to this cave, since their supplies went missing and their comms stopped working and the Enterprise wasn't due back for two more days, since he'd taken off his outer shirt and tucked it over her bare legs to keep her warm, since he'd carefully used a sharp rock to whittle some sticks into something that could be used as a splint.

Since he'd bound her arm in the splint, his hands so steady, his eyes so worried as she'd breathed through the mounting pain. Since he'd done all he could normally do, and stood up, and begun pacing. Since she'd waited in his silence. Waited for him to offer. Known, since the first of it, that he would. Hadn't known how she'd answer.

"Nyota," he says, "this may not be ideal circumstances, but I sure as hell better be able to give you a lot more than a /little/ pleasure."

His eyes are dark; his mouth is soft.

(He'd die for her, but oh, all she wants is to save him.)

She laughs, a little, because he's right. They might as well have some fun, after all.

It's never been a burden to love /him/, after all. That's always been the easy part.

"C'mon then, Leonard," she says. "Let's see some stars."

.

I started to do the thing I like to do where I write a couple rough sketches of a story I want to find the shape of but not actually write? And then it got too long????

Anyway the gist of it was (tw: consent issues/dub-cob) st:tos triumvirate (kirk/bones/spock)

due to a translation error and some ~scientific~ magic powers, bones gets a literal magical healing cock, simply because I cannot imagine a man less disposed to sexing up his friends on a whim, but who would probably fuck his ENEMY if it saved their life?? kirk purposefully hamming it up/leering to make bones feel more normal, uhura kissing his cheek afterwards and seriously asking him if she can brag about how good he is, scotty absolutely not asking for permission to brag and fully regaling the engineering dept with "doctor's hands are clever things" nonsense, chekov gets a puppy crush and decides bones must be part russian because only a russian could kiss like that, sulu treats it like the medicine it's intended as and takes it upon himself to bodily drag chekov away from the good doc until he gets over himself -

and of course: spock. spock, obviously fatally injured, and the inevitable dub-con inherent in that on BOTH their sides (and on kirk's because kirk is there in the moments before it happens, because he, too, is worried like bones is that spock'll refuse, but he, unlike bones, is not willing to accept that answer, so he forcefully talks them into it, even tho both feel like they're forcing the other - )

and then spock, hunting bones down in the aftermath to apologize, as if he's a burden, as if bones was somehow unwilling to do that and more, as if -

"I am well aware of your propensity to lay all blame at your own feet, doctor, but the idea of you blaming yourself for saving my life, at personal cost to you, is -"

"You cannot be that stupid, Spock, that you think I wouldn't do anything to - "

"Your martyr complex is hardly a secret, doctor. Rest assured that I know what lengths you'll go to save others-"

"To save /you/, Spock. As aggravating as you are, there's nothing I wouldn't do to save /you/, you green-blooded hobgoblin!"

Even the short version of this got too long lmao, anyway unestablished ot3 when kirk walks in like, "oh are we talking about the fact I forced you two to have sex to save spock's life?" and both of these known kirk apologists IMMEDIATELY have to defend him, like, excuse me, we are adults, we make our own choices, it was hardly a hardship, and kirk jumps in with both feet like NOT A HARDSHIP, HUH? BECAUSE IT WASN'T A HARDSHIP TO WATCH, EITHER, ALTHO NEXT TIME YOU TWO WANNA TANGO MAYBE DO IT WITH LESS DYING, SO I CAN ACTUALLY ENJOY IT, and anyway they all have sex, obviously, and the magical healing cock thing DOES fade, but the ship generally agrees that while they're very glad bones is better, and that all moral conundrums re: his healing powers are no longer on the table, it was kinda nice to have the long-running lore of bones being THEE best lover finally confirmed once and for all

Why do I have so much plot in my head for such a ridiculous idea. Why.

[littledollll]

Hey...sorry it's me again, but since you write for wanda, can I maybe request something with a fem reader where there's a little bit of mindfuckery going on? Basically reader wakes up in some sort of new reality, in a bed made for two rather than one, blinds to let the sunlight in rather than curtains to keep everyone and everything out, but they don't really question it because it almost doesn't feel real? Kinda like a dream? And suddenly they have a girlfriend, Wanda, who dotes on them, snuggles them in bed, watches sitcoms with them, somehow knows all their skeletons in the closet (mind reading hehe) and lets them curl up on her chest and cry it out as she soothes them, makes them snacks, helps them do basic tasks when they're (super) depressed. Unbeknownst to reader, Wanda has actually torn apart the multiverse to be with them once again after having already lost them in another??? I'm sorry if this is way too much

-🧸 anon (loves you)

Mastermind

Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: im so behind on requests im trying believe me! Writing is getting hard :/ but! this was so fucking nice to write, yk that random motivation. when I tell u it just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing- I love love love Wanda, specially her being rly soft and lovey:( ty for your request hun.

Warnings: kinda manipulation? Hex pt.2, slightly suggestive if you squint, lots and lots of soft kisses, mentions of r struggling with anxiety and depressive episodes, lots of comfort, mostly narrated.

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A kiss. It was so soft. Intoxicatingly so. Her gentle hands cupping your face, the comforting weight of her straddling your lap made you feel grounded, and so safe. You whimpered when she parted from you, nuzzling into her chest while your arms wrapped around her. “My sweet little darling.. oh how I love you.” She whispered, her hands brushing your hair back and away from your face.

You didn’t know where this came from. Some day long ago you simply woke up and there she was. Wanda. You had a whole life with her. And somewhere between the fuzziness you remembered it all. How you met, everything from your first conversation to your first time. Your life before you got married, how you moved in together before then, and how your family disapproved of it. And god. That perfect wedding. The happiest day of your life, when it all finally came together for you, this was it. The stars aligned and have you this, gave you her.

In some part of your mind you didn’t know this woman, but at the same time you always had. You knew everything about her and she knew everything about you. Every little thing. You couldn’t bother to question it, if it was a dream then so be it, it was such a lovely dream, everything you could possibly ever want was right here. A beautiful and kind woman, with so much love and comfort to give. Wanda understood you, she allowed you to feel and cry but never alone, she was right here through it all. Allowing you to hide against her chest and pet your hair when you cried, telling you the most reassuring words, ensuring your comfort at all times.

It wasn’t a one time thing, you quickly noticed. Every day felt like a movie, every day she was the perfect woman, and she was yours. You’d watch tv together, listen to music and dance your hearts out.

Your favorite part was the cooking. Just like you were now. Both hands wrapped around her torso as you hugged her from behind, your girl, your wife. She let out an adorable giggle when you nuzzled into her neck and squeezed her tight.

“Are you planning an staying there the whole time darling or would you bother to help me out with our dinner.” She teased, her tone was scolding but so obviously not genuinely upset.

“m okay right here, my love.” Almost as if on queue the tv switched to play one of your favorite songs. You swayed with Wanda, holding her impossibly close and effectively preventing her from getting any actual cooking done which she was quick to scold you about yet again.

“If you want dinner you need to let me cook, dear.” You ignored her, sighing contently against her neck and closing your eyes. “Just gimme a minute to love on you, nothing wrong with giving my wife a little affection.” She let you. Her own arms coming to hug around yours, a bright smile painted on her face. She always looked so happy with you, even more so. It’s like all her energy recharged when you did little things like this, and the second you noticed you started doing it non-stop.

Wanda always gave you so much. She gave you her everything. The least you could do was give her these moments, ones where she took a deep breath and let her head lull to your shoulder, eyes blissfully closed and an always beautiful smile on her face. You loved this woman. Your beautiful Wanda.

“Let’s finish cooking mamá, I’ll help you.” You parted with a kiss. A sweet kiss like always, those kisses she’d giggle or smile into and give you a flirty little look, then go about her day like she didn’t know what she was doing to you. “Cut this up for me will you, darling?” You hummed and did a she asked, shaking your head to think about the now and not the events awaiting later tonight.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” Wanda smacked you with an oven mitt furrowing her brows at you. “Dirty dirty mind.” You chucked and looked back at her. “What! I didn’t say anything” she let out a drawn out, “mhmmm” before turning back to put some ingredients in the pan. “I just know what you’re thinking. Hurry it up I need those!” “Right right! I’m sorry!”

Wanda found it odd, that making this reality with you didn’t take so much of her power like others had before. Like your own mind was subconsciously giving into her without her trying to force it. When Wanda occasionally peaked into your mind to see if any dreams or memories about your old life haunted you there was nothing. When she searched for doubts about your life or any clue that you might be figuring things out she only saw the slight confusion of those moments there your mind briefly recalled having a life without or before her, but you didn’t dwell on them, in-fact you thought of them as your anxiety messing you up but never once did you doubt her. Like you subconsciously simply refused to believe there was ever a life without her.

It was perfect. She didn’t really trick you. She just treated you like she did you from her universe, gave you their memories and anything you could possibly need. And you seemed more than content with this life, with her. She was your perfect girl, and you were her darling little love. Both of you living the life of your dreams, together.

[shuniverse]

stay with me? ,,| m.iksb

🖋️ so excited to put out my first dgrp ask, requested by the lovely anon <3 hope this was ok!

💌 gn!reader ;; reader is sick and misses mukuro so they convince her to stay instead of helping junko ;; mukuro is a bit of a softie in this <3 ;; sickness of the reader not specified but mentions of throwing up ;; cursing / swearing ;; fluff + light angst(?)

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mukuro grabs her things together, stuffing her weapons and such into her roughly textured bag. she really needs to leave, or she knows junko’s gonna have her ass for dinner. she doesn’t need more on her plate, everything is stressful and a lot-

til she hears your quiet voice from the hallway, and that’s when she knows she’s really in trouble. the thing is, mukuro has such a difficult time saying no to you, but when it comes to junko? things are a little different.

don’t get her wrong, mukuro adores you and loves you to no end, but junko.. it’s a super complicated situation. she could be hanged if she slips up just the slightest, have a hand grenade thrown at her for saying the wrong thing, have a knife repeatedly attempting to stab her for not doing something right. it’s always a fine line with junko, but mukuro has had to do it for years.

it’s customary.

but she feels so genuinely despaired when you walk up to her, bare feet padding against the hard wood floor.

“mu-mu..? where are you going..?”

your sleepy voice makes her frown softly. “ah, sorry darling, did I wake you? I’m just leaving to go see junko-“

“her? mu-mu, you can cancel just one night can’t you..? please?”

she sighs heavily, and reaches out to pet your cheek with her calloused hand. “love, I.. I don’t..”

“c’mon, mu-mu she’s so dangerous and I.. I hate that you still hang around her and help her. she’s not worth your time and she’s.. she’s using you. besides.. I don’t wanna be alone tonight, mu-mu. I might throw up if you’re gone again tonight. please stay mu-mu.”

your words made her almost tear up. almost. it’s hard to get her to cry anymore, but you seem to be the only one that gets her close to it. she sighs once more, setting her bag down and turning to you. “love, I don’t.. I can’t, honey, I.. she needs me and-“

“no she doesn’t! she can do everything she wants, and you’re stuck being some loyal little puppy. mu-mu, please please stop caring so much about her, let her deal with her stuff on her own. you mean too much to me to see you get hurt, much less by her.. please mu-mu, I need you tonight, stay with me. please?”

your strong pout, the small little tears pricking your waterline. she’s teetering on the edge of giving in. but she knows there could be consequences.

but she thinks, for the first time, fuck consequences. I’ve been having to do what she says like a mutt for years on end. what can’t she do that somehow I have to do for her? she almost ended the world. she did end the world. she can do things on her own.

she nods, with another strong sigh, and a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“okay,” she says, wrapping you up in her arms, “I’ll stay with you, love.”

and at that, you’re dragging her back to bed, and she’s fast to fall asleep in your arms. but not before taking a picture of the two of you, and finally gaining the confidence to tell her sister something she should’ve a long time ago.

fuck you. do it yourself

*one image attached*

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hii!! hope you enjoyed 🫶

I had fun writing this, im hoping ppl send in more Danganronpa requests, I enjoy writing them! but before you do, pls read my rules!! ty 🫰

stay safe lovelies, feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated <3

[your-local-baguette]

Can i have headcanons on loki and reader dealing with with the pxg team?

(friends to lovers too pls 🙇🏾‍♀️

possibly fem reader but gn is fine too)

Poor baby can't be dealing with those monsters(shidou and Rin only tbh) alone😭

Take care of yourself and MWAH!!

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT REQUEST. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO! Sending you some kisses back.

Not me writing this while listening to gorgeous by taylor swift our queen.

Warnings: none. Just not proofread

- the main trouble is rin, shidou and karasu.

- it was so much trouble ego had to make you go live in the pxg part.

- you never regretted accepting a contract more than this

- je jure je n'ai jamais autant regretter devenir une assistante pour équipes de sport. ( I swear i never regretted becoming a manager for sport teams )

- loki chuckled hearing what you said.

- you watched rin and shidou fight again.

- came up in between the two dumbasses and grabbed both of them by the back of their collar. Dragging them off the field." Next i catch you fighting like this I'm going to give you both a beating personally"

- you curse them out in french

- loki rly enjoys hearing you speak french and you talking shit about them

- you'll alway sit away from the team and he'll just willingly sit with you.

- you both became good friends

- at first karasu, shidou and rin was just a joke between you too. But it became the only subject you talk about.

- you often kicked his ankles gently under the table and then smirking. You both would burst out laughing after

- except loki caught feelings much before you did. He finally found someone who loved him for him. But he would go back to france after this project so he just buried these feelings.

- he told himself to enjoy every single second he spent with you

- you would usually watch him and the team pratice. Then dragging out the idiots ( rin and shidou ) cuz they started fighting again.

- they were genuinely scared of you after the first beating session.

- he once saw you jungling with a soccer ball.

- he didn't hesitate to join you and you both started passing eachother the ball in the air.

- you would often discuss about things like how you played for six Summer straight with a team in football. But ended becoming a manager.

- you both would usually stay in eachother room late at night

- you'd fall asleep on him Mid conversation.

- he would gently smile laying you on his bed

- the next morning you would wake to a note

- you fell asleep, breakfast already passed and im practicing with the team. Be sure to get ample rest. I know you've been skipping some sleep hours.

- he was a sweetheart with you

- he would walk back in while you're tying your hair up ( if you're bald or have short hair im sorry-) you'd have a tie in your mouth and he'd just stand there staring you up and down.

- more time passed, more it became awkward between you two.

- it did all come to an end when one evening he inhaled deeply. Grabbing both your hands. Stopping you in your tracks.

- you looked at him straight in the eyes.

- y/n! I love you!

- he admitted. Clenching his eyes shut.

- but his whole body relaxed when he felt your hand cup hia cheek, a sweet and bright smile attached to your face.

- i love you too, loki

- your thumb brushed over his lips gently before you leaned in and pressed your forehead against his

- a hand going on the back of his neck.

- you gently pushed his face, connecting your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss.

- he leaned back, as you cupped both aide of his face and nit leaving his lips for a second.

- oh how long had you waited for this.

- when you parted, you lost yourself in his eyes. Resting your head on his chest, inhaling deeply. Wrapping your arms around his larger figure

- after a while he did the same. Kissing the top of your head.

Hope you enjoyed! The end was like a drabble but separated in sections! I still hope you liked it, tysm for this request, i rly enjoyed writing this.

[toxycodone]

My favorite Weezer album (also objectively the worst, DO NOT FUCKING LISTEN TO IT PLEASE /srs I will bite you with malicious intent) is the Pinkerton Album, it's misogynistic and pathetic and fetishistic, rivers cuomo made the rawest sounding incel music ever. The whole album is just rivers screaming and pouting about how horrible his life is because women don't love him, my favorite song by the foxing is also rory if that makes it any worse for you LMFAO

my top 3 Pinkerton songs are "I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams", "Butterfly - Alternate Take", and a tie between "El Scorcho" and "Pink Triangle" because pink triangle is so funny to me, rivers is complaining about the girl he liked being a lesbian, get cucked loser. If u decide to listen to the album, only listen to IJTOTLOMD (acronym for the first song I mentioned, I'm not writing that shit out) and Pink Triangle, they are the least egregious out of the entire album, and IJTOTLOMD doesnt even have rivers singing ITS THE BEST SONG WITHOUT THE ACTUAL LEAD SINGER in it this shows you how bad Weezer is, I'm old Weezer's biggest fan and number one hater I will always make fun of weezer

ALSO OMG THANK U ?? u got me smiling and shit. lol I don't want to get into it but my last partner (online dating) pressured me into being xir dominant and guilt tripped me into doing sexual things for xem ... it just was a bad experience overall. And then bro had the gall to break up with me on my birthday after we were together for over a year and showed me xir new boyfriend the day after like...It was fucked. But I'm better now!! And Im not using the word loser in a demeaning way for myself, I'm like, Hmmm... I have that pathetic sopping wet dog rizz yk? Pathetic Loser ™ is my base state of being, my younger siblings bully me about it but its all in good fun I love them lol. (One of them admitted that I was actually cool so heeheehee)

But thank you I feel special, you have a grown man doing this -> ☺️👉🏼👈🏼 and kicking his feet and shit. I'll give you a little kiss on the cheek as a token of my thanks. Mwah 💋

- the same anon who is still scared of admitting who he is lol

okay you know those guys that like. Seethe because terrible men give bad bitches trust issues??? That’s me rn.

anon you have no fucking idea how mad this makes me 😭 like?? Be so so so fucking fr. YALL HAVE TO STOP FUMBLING BADDIES. GIVE THEM TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE THEM (ME!!! I WILL CHERISH THEM!!!)

okay as someone who also got burned by online dating (long ass story. which I won’t tell unless asked). I’m genuinely so sorry that happened to you. People online can be such a fucking hit or miss (usually a miss). But your ex’s behavior makes me think your ex is jealous LOOOOL. No one flexes anything if they’re truly happy and content—trust.

I’m still doing this to your ex tho bc I’m petty.

AND YESSS YOU GET IT. Like. When I say loser I don’t mean that in a bad way. Like, more in a colloquial sense. Because really I like nerdy guys bc they’re people who are open and proud of their interests even tho they may seem weird. And they’re just honest about who they are and their abilities. It’s actually really brave. And I love that about them. So. Yeah.

ty for the cheek kiss tho hehe I am glad I was able to make u feel good.

[wooahaes]

Hi Daisy!! (Saw u responding to asks and remembered I meant to send u one ages ago ahaha) How are you?? Sorry for not asking sooner. I hope everything went well at the hospital (and is still going well!). I completely understand u getting emotional over otters the other day lol. I've really enjoyed the first you've been writing recently (and I think I've needed to read some of them tbh).

Have you ever heard "Natural" by Young K? I read the lyrics of it recently and honestly it feels like something you would write. Just the way it's so warm and accepting? Idk if that's the right way to describe it. Sorry if that's weird, just wanted to share that haha.

Also just because it really excited me, I finally started to post drawings on my Tumblr! I don't remember if I'd ever said about doing it, but I did! They're not great tbh, but I think it's exciting that I did it.

Sorry if I'm annoying you w/ my long asks! I really enjoy interacting w/ you so please tell me to stop if I do ahaha

I hope you are doing well and stay safe!!

omg hi lovely!!

im doing pretty ok!! everything went well and my grandmas back at home now + recovering <3 ty for asking! also skdfhsdsdfkh thank u i just got reminded of otters holding hands to not lose each other and i got very emotional over it haha

i havent! i did look up the lyrics and im honored that u thought of me sdkfhdsf its v sweet <3 its def not weird imo!! its genuinely rly sweet <333

omg i love that for u!!! its always scary posting the things u create imo so im super proud of u for doing that <3

im doing relatively ok!! currently fighting w my contacts lol but that isnt new <3 you stay safe as well!!

[katetorias]

Me who hyperfixates on plurality about to go off about that anon hate (not just to defend you but also i really wanna talk about it)

People like you are the exact reason that people DONT talk about their experiences online and come out as plural. Do you not understand how common it is for autistic systems to be fictive heavy?? It makes so much sense when you think about it for more than a few seconds, of COURSE an autistic system is going to absorb their comfort characters, literally what do you want us to do????? And you cannot garentee Melody has only one other headmate since the whole fucking point of the disorder is for you not to know wtfs going on in there, but also even if that was the case some systems just dont split easy and have a higher tolerance to stress and spliting. You only need two distinct personalities to be plural my guy, maybe prins one other headmate just so happens to be a fictive, big fuckin whoop, get over it. You're literally helping no one by assuming things of strangers on the internet and shaming them into hiding again. I wish I could be more tactful and poise but this just makes me really upset, cause people like you need to grow up. Melody had no obligation to even tell prins followers about this deeply personal thing, but this is important to prin and mfers need to do better to be kinder.

I get you're upset, theres so much misinformation out there it's not always easy to know who is or isnt lying. Do try to keep in mind that being kind to Melody will do so much more good than immediately spitting in prins face and shunning prin forever without even giving prin a chance. I think you'll make yourself a lot happier too once you stop caring so much about randos online and be more open minded.

Melody, Im genuinely so happy you are sharing your experiences at any stage of your syscovery, its always a light in the dark to see more people online share apart of themselves, esp plural experiences AND especially the good and the bad that can come with it. You are doing amazing. I dont want to put pressure on you or put you on a pedestal, but I just want you to know to put you and your collective first, stay safe, and that being you (and yourselves) is self care and hope for the rest of us out there. (and sorry for the long ask ^^)

wow ty!! u dont have to apologize for the long ask I love reading asks!! this is very sweet and it comforts me ^^

[cubedmango]

NAINAAAA OH MY GOD?(:&:?:& I’M DJD YOUUUUUUU !!!!!!! I’m so sorry I don’t want this entire ask to be pure nonsense so I’m gonna pick up every single one of the million pieces I just exploded into, off of the floor and try and function,,, can I just say you needed to add a warning to that post because I genuinely yelled so loud I felt sharp burn in my chest afterwards WHYY WOULD YOU DO THIS😭😭 KUROSAWA CRYING,, THE BREAKFAST NOTEJNSJS ADACHI AND THEIR LITTLE GIRL CUDDLED UP,,, THE RING,, THE CHERRY!!PYJAMAS I’M FUCKFNFJF oh man. Oh God. Wow you… bless you… you wonderful miracle working legend… like I need you to understand so clearly when I say that my heart took a nose dive upon glancing at that art like my deeply heartfelt love for your art aside the fact that you put it into a perfect visual form with our la sweethearts like I actually can’t move on?? I saw it earlier today and have been racking my brain trying to find ways to properly emote the groundbreaking shift that took place within my soul like. Every so often (every 10 minutes) mind would drift back to Them and I’d have to grab onto the nearest wall to steady myself I’ve officially Lost it. Like thank me? THANK /YOU/ 6473683 times over😭😭😭<333333 I feel like I felt the warm rays of the spring sunshine after a 12 month long winter like truly I’m not sure how but I’m gonna have to join you sensei is gonna receive a mental transmission from me every day onwards BEGGING for this progression it could fix me in so many ways nothing else ever could I just know it…

(other ask below for length)

The ask was getting so long I’m sorry😭 (you Broke Me) BUT your tags had my heart aching because I didn’t even think about that but you’re sooo right like it’s clear that a lot of kurosawa’s unrealistic expectations for himself were ingrained into him through his mother and what she actually expected of him growing up and that manifesting into fears of fatherhood and making the same mistakes is,,,, (had to stop to forcefully regulate my breathing pattern here out of sheer pain) like it’s a perfect next life stage arc that stays true to his character. Plus the whole contrast with adachi being naturally adept and comfortable with fatherhood due to /his/steadfast upbringing and being able to talk things through with kurosawa and help him understand that yeah there’s no such thing as The Perfect Parent™️ but you do just have to learn as you go, while taking into account to be mindful of not making the same mistakes as your own parents but at the end of the day the goal is to create that loving, supportive and consistent environment which he’s more than capable of doing like oh GOD I could eat rocks by the spoonful right now sensei PLEASE,,, I’m gonna stop rambling before every single thought floods out but once again THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for the Kurodachi brain food I’m gonna think about it an insanely unhealthy amount,,, I hope your day was loveliest it could be <333

PLS ANON IM CRYING SM these asks made my day pls im eating up all ur thoughts instantly (and weeps thank u im glad u liked the doodles 🥹) im so unwell abt kurodadchis rn so ty again for putting them in my brain !!!!!

also everything u said abt them talking the possibility out and accepting that they might not be perfect parents but they can actively try to do better and theyre 100% capable of that is just . aaauagGGHHGH i need sensei to make this happen w manga krdc like Right Now and then i need the drama crew to come back and give us a full s2 of this and then same w rd and then-

[ralvezfanatic]

You should apologize by stating everything that you did, and how you know you were wrong. Tell them you won’t do it again and make sure to stick to your word. Tell them how you should have treated them better and how you won’t do it again. Once you apologize it’s up to them to forgive you or not and whatever happened you will just have to be okay with the result. The only thing you can do afterwards is just to be better towards them and not make the same mistakes or any mistakes similar to what you did. I had a bsf who deeply hurt me to where I can’t forgive them. They apologized but I couldn’t forgive them bc their apology didn’t feel genuine, and because of that I refuse to allow a relationship between us ever again. So just own up to what you did, be genuine, promise to never do it again, and then tell them you’ll give them space, then let them come back to you when they are ready

ty for this. i really want to apologize n all but im not sure. like as much as i want to, theres a few reasons I've been hesitant to even try and reach out to him.

rly long rant below cut, sorry !

but basically

1, i have my reasons i cut things off. he was a bit weird/made me uncomfortable and he insulted my friend for no good reason

2, this is the 2nd time we stopped being friends and 3rd time i cursed him out (ik, immature). im scared that he hates me .

firstly, i have my reasons i cut him off and i think they're valid. he was a bit weird towards me a few times and made me uncomfortable a few times (hes older than me). also he insulted my childhood friend after they said they didn't wanna be friends anymore due to their own reasons. he literally called my friend crazy and other stuff.

secondly, this is the 2nd time we stopped being friends and 3rd time i cursed him out.. im scared that he hates me. i know cursing him out was wrong, but i was hurt from what he did. I had written a message saying why I didn't wanna be friends anymore, being mature n respectful, giving him my reasons. he sent a voice msg that he quickly deleted giving me little time to even respond or anything. in that voice msg he blamed my friend for stuff which pissed me off. he acted so immaturely when hes much older, and reminded me of the first time we stopped being friends.

[watatsumiis]

I PICKED A WHOLE BUNCH AGAJAHS

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfiction?

💖 What made you start writing?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

WAHOOO TY :D

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

So many. So so many. You would not believe the amount of scrapped or unfinished pieces that I've got in my drafts. Definitely more than what has been posted here for SURE.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfiction?

Yeah, I'm fairly open about it with my closest friends (who do like to clown on me for being a genshin impact fan and an anime boy enjoyer etc etc (all in good fun tho)) though I wouldn't tell them the name of my blog. My boyfriend knows of course, he often gets early admission to ideas and brainrots and drafts and access to the fics I'd never post online :3

💖 What made you start writing?

Not a point of bragging but I've always had a bit of a knack for writing, so as I began to fall behind in other subjects I kind of threw myself more into writing - a lot of it came about for coping reasons, just me seeking to make things that could comfort me when I was feeling down, ways to get certain ideas to stop rolling around in my head so much, or even ways to help me process things I was going through at big times in my life (even if I didn't realise it at the time - there are some fics I go back and read and realise ive unintentionally been mirroring real life things that were happening to me during that time).

I also am just a sort of. creative person in general, I do a lot of visual art but I find it takes a lot of spoons and mental energy that I just don't always have - I've been slowly learning to take more pride in my writing and the way it has improved over the years - sometimes I struggle to see my own writing as a 'valid' piece of art because I just... I find it almost... easy, if that makes sense? It takes less spoons and often feels like less thought so my brain kind of goes "ah yes I'm somehow cheating at this" and refuses to see it as a Real Piece of Media I Created. But I've been getting better!! So yeah I think I've always been a bit of a writer but I only really started getting into it around high school, and I only started posting it online super recently (this blog is the first time ive ever shared my writing with a wider audience!)

sorry for the mostly offtopic ramble aha im a little all over the place rn but yeah !! this was an interesting subject to think about ty <3

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Honestly? There's genuinely not much i won't write. If I can find a way to spin it that'll get the brain juice flowing, I'm set. There are certain things I'd write that I'd never post, but that's a different kettle of fish entirely (thats such a strange phrase to me jkahsfd)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Childe and Itto are SO Fun to write, Childe for his general unhinged-ness, and Itto for his dialogue and himbo tendencies !! I'm enjoying writing Diavolo from om! for the same reasons honestly.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

I like to clown to my bf about the notes and numbers and the like, like I'll say things like "oh damn tumblr is thirsty for diluc and not itto, how sad" but honestly numbers aren't something that phase me much - i think there are a few different aspects in which I feel like a fic of mine can be successful

The writing process - If i had fun writing it, thinking about it, and/or feel better/lighter for having written it, then it's a success in that aspect

Feedback - i try not to let too much hinge on this since it's such a finicky aspect but like. If i get positive feedback and comments on a piece, rest assured I've read every one about three times over. It makes me so happy to see others engage in my content, and to have people say things like "i needed this today" or "this made me smile" means more than any of you will ever ever know - writing is a source of comfort to me, and the fact that i'm able to share it and bring comfort to others as well is just. it makes me so so happy.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Really depends on the inspiration level and how I'm rotating the ideas around in my brain - some pieces I can get the idea, then have it started and finished within one sitting, others I need some time to kind of sit on before a scenario comes to me. If it's something I'm particularly inspired for I can reach well over 1k words an hour. I don't really edit or proofread the pieces I post either, I just hit send and hope for the best (I've definitely come back to a piece weeks later to realise there's been a typo in it the whole time, oops)

[vrmxlho]

hi zaina, im taking you up on your prev post ab anons getting things off their chest. first off, i adore your blog and your writing (esp speak easy speak love), and thank you for doing this ^^

i got waitlisted by a college i really wanted to go to. dream school and whatnot, it had a 20% acceptance rate and i got waitlisted. this is after i had a really shitty application cycle and overall a bad year in 2022 and i was liek: YEAH 2023 is going to be my year. for a while, it was. i got called for a scholarship interview, selected to possibly go to a t5 uni but that fell through. this entire admissions cycle I’ve just gotten “almosts” but never “yes”. and i know it’s not all black and white, but a rejection is a rejection, yk??? it reallly crushes me because i know how hard i worked for this. i really wanted to go to these places and getting those almost rejections makes me feel so horrible. i genuinely want to give up and stop trying because then i know i won’t be disappointed again. and i know adult life has literally just stated for me but why should i put myself through that struggle to eventually end up disappointed anyways?

sorry for the rant. i think ill get over it soon.sorry if this is overwhelming. have a great day :)

hi anon, first of all ty for the compliments i almost forgot about that smau but yk what i might just post it now 😭😭

anyway to what you were saying. i completely understand what you mean, last year i was in the same position as you, i had gotten acceptances in the uk but i had gotten rejected from all my uni applications in the us, the biggest hit was columbia because that’s where my brother went and he had always told me he’d know i’d get in. and i got an interview and everything and then i open my portal and there’s just a that stupid letter saying “unfortunately”. and it really hurt. because i’d always wanted to go there. it’s in new york it’s in the middle of everything and it’s a fucking ivy league. but no.

and i completely get you on the 2022 being a shit year. in my case it was the year before 2021, i failed my y12 mocks and i had a predicted of 35/45 which isn’t bad but for the unis i wanted to apply to it was very low. i had to beg my uni counsellor to even let me apply to some of my choices. but i got into a great uni here in the uk and i worked my ass off to get top grades and several scholarships to get almost a full ride.

i feel like telling you to work hard just isn’t going to help so let me say this. hard work doesn’t always pay off, especially with unis and i know it’s sad and horrible but that’s just the case. but just know that work ethic is going to help you so so much, i was always a lazy person but after working so hard for the ib now uni is so much simpler because i’m able to work focused and dedicated and finish everything i need to do on time. and ik you’ve probably heard this before but waitlisted is not a rejection, it’s not an almost rejection either. and let’s not forget that getting into a uni with 20% acceptance rate is insanely difficult and just so yk i’m so so proud of you for all the work you’ve put into your application and i wish you luck in this endeavour.

last thing cuz this is getting so long, my friend did this a while back to get out of a waitlist, but write letters to your uni about how excited you are for this opportunity, ask for updates on your application and be super super annoying about this. ask them every other day and tell them just how grateful you are for the opportunity. worst case you stay on the waitlist. but best case you get a place, it’s worked before so. feed into their ego!!

i hope you know that you’re not alone and there are thousands of people who feel the way you do and you all deserve a place at your top school.

[delcakoo]

HIHI - could you believe that i literally wrote an entire like multi-paragraph message for my phone to die as soon as i finished? ∑(ﾟДﾟ) - i wanted to send in a message since i’ve been inactive in messaging!! HOWEVER. i am going to basically rewrite everything again as i am DETERMINED TO TELL YOU HOW LOVELY YOUR WORK IS!! W(`0`)W

➖well, now it’s charging at least, let me continue 🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️ - FIRST HIIIIIIHIHI IM SO SORRY FOR MY INACTIVITY ITS BEEN HARD TO SEND IN A PROPER MESSAGE :( BUT IM HERE AND SO HIII ~ HOW ARE YOU? did you eat, drink water, and rest well today? ~ i hope so!!

JAJSKSNKDJD OK SO HEKJDOSNSODNDKSKKDKD UPDATE I READ EVERY UPDATED / NEW FIC OF YOURS AS IVE BEEN KEEPING UP W THEM AND CAN I JUST SAY (again) HOW MUCH I LOVE UR WRITING?? EXCUSE ANY TYPOS SINCE IM GONNA WRITE A BIT LOLOL BUT OH MY GODODODODODO???

LITERALLY SCREAMING THROWING UP YOUR SHORT GF SERIES IS SO CUTE HELEPEPPEPE I ALWAYS FORGOT HOW TALL THESE BOYS R 😭😭😭 AND YOUR RECENT SINGLE FICS SOMEONE HOLD ME RN IM ABT TO PASS OUT FR OSJDKDJDKSKD THE NIKI WON HOON AND JAY I CANT LIKE WHEN I SAY I GENUINELY LOVE THE WAY U WRITE SO MUCH I MEAN IT LIKE OH MY GOD YOU WRITE THEM SO WELL LIKE ACTUALLY EVERY FIC I CAN LKTEEALLY IMAGINE THE SCENE PERFECTLY LIKE I HAVE AN ENTIRE IMAGE AND ITS SUCH A NICE FEELING LIKE SERIOUSLY YOUR DIALOGUE THE STORY?? UR A GENIUS FR?? LIKE ITS SO GOOD I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS KNOW THAT ILL LOVE THE STORY BEFORE EVEN READING ITLL ALWAYS BE SO SO GOOD BC EACH ONE IS SO UNIQUE AND WONDERFUL AND JUST AHHHHHHHHH ( can’t wait to see more ofc, tehehehhe especially a sunoo fic (о´∀`о) )

BUT YES I TRULY LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO SO MUCH EACH SCROLL IS LILE FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION AS I READ ALONG LIKE I BE GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET SCREAMING CRYING EVERYTHING EOJDKDKSKSK ITS SO SO GOOD AND SUCH A GOOD READ, I ALWAYS KNOW YOUR FICS NEVER FAIL TO CHEER ME UP IF IM FEELING LOW I LITERALLY GO:

（´-`）.｡oO -> ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

SPEAKING OF!! i’ve read the http fic you recced me!! your reccs are so sweet HEHDJSJS it was so good & i binged a bunch of fic recs you posted ~~ some of which i read already, and wholeheartedly agree with the recc!!!! basically, your writing & the fics reccs are so cute and sweet and i love them smsmsmsmsmmsmsmsmsmsms!!!

so i thank you so so much for that, truly!! keep up the amazing work, it’s so impressive and inspiring just how lovely you write!!!! like it’s so good frfr i keep saying that bc it’s JUST HOW IT IS SJNDKSJSJD - i don’t want to make this too long again!! 😭🫶 so i’ll end it off with pls make sure to take care of yourself!! - you work so hard, and me, including many others absolutely can see that & are cheering you on always!! ty for writing! it truly is a pick-me-up to an off day!! lolol (๑>◡<๑)

me ^

OH MY GOD WHEN I SAW TUIS i genuinely couldnt stop smiling. like wtf this has to be the longest and sweetest thing i’ve ever received T-T idek what to say but THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS?? I FEEL SO APPRECIATED AND LOVED AND JUST?!2? GOD IM SMILING SO HARD THIS REALLY MADE MY MORNING :( THE WAY U REWROTE THIS TOO JUST FOR ME? I CANT IMAGINE HOW LONG IT TOOK YOU AND I HOPE YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME AKAGISBSJS 😭😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

THE FACT YOU CAN VISUALIZE EVERY SCENE AND THE DIALOGUE FROM MY WRITING?? GOD THATS SUCH A LOVELY COMPLIMENT LIKE AUGH IM ALWAYS SO WORRIED ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT SO THANK YOU T-T

I’M GLAD TO HEAR YOU ENJOY MY FIC RECS :0 YESYYES THERE ARE SO MANY INCREDIBLE AUTHORS ON HERE AND WE R SO LUCKY TO HAVE READERS LIKE YOU WHO GIVE BACK AND SEND US SO MUCH LOVE LIKE THIS <33

:(((( you’re literally the sweetest, NO THANK YOU for taking the time to write all this and make me smile <3 i hope you take care of yourself as well and have a lovely day, and i’ll have to write a sunoo fic soon jusy for you :,)

ILYSMMM, WHAT SHOULD I CALL YOU? MIOU? :00

[marsgod]

im visiting ur inbox on official business today, cuz i love ur writing and need sum comfort.

im sick rn and have a bad cold (even tho its like 30 degress celsius) and i cant breathe properly or sleep bcs i cant stop coughing. so overall im feeling pretty shitty

so could i request a fic abt them taking care of their sick s/o w (whoever u feel most inspired to write abt out of) azul malleus and the tweels?

ty anyways have a great day/night and take care of urself! byee

I hope you get better, and ofc<33

⇢ “Octavinelle and Malleus take care of sick s/o”

⇢ Warnings; Romantic relationships, these are short im so sorry;-;, gn! reader, sick! reader

Azul Ashengretto

He hates getting sick, he doesn’t have a horrible immune system and doesn’t get that sick easily, but he’s the person that will pat you on back with a 6 ft stick

“I hope you feel better, love!” and he’s standing 10 ft back, a thumbs up with one hands and covering his mouth with his other hands.

he does care, but azul doesn’t understand that you don’t throw up every single time your sick and he’s not taking chances

Azul will be studying how to make you feel better though, and will make sum good soup for you👌 for free, just this once

you can come up behind him and azul will forget the entire “being sick” thing and lean into your touch lovingly…

Until he suddenly remembers and shrieks about you being out of bed

“What are you doing, [name]?! Don’t you know you should be resting?”

Floyd Leech

Oh, you’re sick? Oh yeah that’s cool, he got sick because of Jade’s damned mushrooms, but throw up and you’ll all better!

He genuinely wants you to throw up, and will take you to the bathroom and just.. sit there, and wait for you to lean over the toilet

also doesn’t understand how vomiting works for the sake of comedy

If you do throw up, he’ll either keep talking like it’s completely normal or throw up too

BESIDES THE VOMIT- He does or doesn’t care, Floyd’s still gonna take you out

and then get sick

and then still go out

repeat

“Haha! Whoops, looks like I have to stay back from work!”

Jade Leech

Within the time span of you being sick, he, as your loving boyfriend will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better

.. In other words, you’re his medicinal guinea pig

He loves you, and wishes for you to feel better! but Jade has a bunch of plants and wishes to find more uses for them

So, win-win for him?

has a better understanding of how being sick actually works, and will **lightly** threaten you so you stay in bed (**lightly bc you’re his beloved<33)

Jade loves you but he’s not touching you while or 5 minutes after you have a coughing fit,

throwing up? sleeping the entire time? continuous sneezing? doesn’t faze him

but the dry or wet coughing? that freaks him out

“I made some mushroom soup for you, dear. Here, I can feed it to you”

Malleus Draconia

He’s extremely confused and worried, obviously he know what to do when someone is sick but also.. you’re sick! What if it’s more dangerous than you’re letting on…?

Okay.. He knows what being sick is, and knows how it feels and what to do

but also, he’s been alive for a long time, what if it’s dangerous?

Yeah, doesn’t matter if you beg him or attempt to bribe him, you’re going to see the doctor with your op royalty boyfriend and his dad and two overly intimidating body guards

After it’s said and done, you’re stuck in bed and he’s laying on top of you, keeping you there.. That’s your life now, drowning in your boyfriend while Lilia takes pictures and Silver is asleep and Sebek has a mask over his face while screaming at Malleus to get off

Ahh, what a life tho

He doesn’t let you do anything and will do anything to keep you in bed at whatever cost

“Are you alright, jewel? If you need anything, just ask, I don’t want you lifting a finger.”

[opalesense]

um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

over the counter

diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!!  drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

 That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

 In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

 But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

 “What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

 Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

 Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

 “You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

 “Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

 There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late.  At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since.  Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship.  “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

 There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything.  He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom.  But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother.  Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two?  Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time?  Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

 You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

 Maybe it is bad, you thought.

 After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

 That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long.  You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity.  You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

 Maybe it is bad.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face.  His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze.  “Hey.  Did I lose you?  What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

 “I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features.  You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too.  You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table.  He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

 “What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.  The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol.  He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

 “I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you.  There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were.  “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

 With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well.  Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about.  You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck.  He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued.  “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

 You could see right through him in this moment.  Or at least, you thought you could.  Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

 Maybe it was bad.  Maybe it was the lighting.

 “We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more.  “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more.  Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

 Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words.  With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief.  “That’s great.  You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

 “Oh?  How exactly can you tell?  We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process.  You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

 “Oh, it’s nothing too crazy.  It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling.  Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter.  But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

 He seemed a little jealous, you thought.  But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm.  He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

 “How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

 “How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended.  “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

 Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya.  You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically.  Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands.  It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

 The crisp air was meditative.  It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander.  Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself.  At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend.  But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

 As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time.  You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

 “Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

 You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail.  “Why didn’t you come back inside?  We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

 He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs.  You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

 “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc.  I really just needed some fresh air.  I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

 You were telling half the truth.

 You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time.  Some things are better left unsaid.

 Maybe that was bad.  Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

 He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words.  “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

 “I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off.  He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

 “I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin.  He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone.  “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

 “Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern.  You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately.  “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

 “Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory.  “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

 Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act.  With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

 “So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt.  “And all mine.”

 You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours.  “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

 He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight.  All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

 “P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

 “Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

 The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot.  “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back.  “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

 “D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

 “Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

 “M-Master…!  I’m…!”

 “Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch.  You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you.  While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

 “Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste.  You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

 Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window.  It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was Kaeya.

 Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours.  Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter.  He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in.  “Be quiet for me, okay?  We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

 “I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin.  It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

 Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams.  Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult.  Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

 Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours.  It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit.  You knew that.  He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

 You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to.  The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder.  Faster.  Deeper.

 “You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss.  “You’re–“

 A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek.  He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

 Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure.  With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

 After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience.  It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality.  “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence.  Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

 “It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

 Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier.  His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

 “Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

 Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door.  At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

 “Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

 “Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance?  Oh, let me guess–“

 “Get your things.  Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly.  You could recognize that tone from anywhere.  He was furious.

 “But let me guess first!  Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now.  And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead…  Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

 You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration.  And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

 “You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

 “I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response.  He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

 Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door.  But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet.  Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

 “I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

 The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds.  All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’  Maybe he already did see you through that window.  Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

 “Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

 “No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead.  Go get your keys.”

 What?

 “Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

 What are you doing, Diluc?

 “Go on.”

 What’s happening?

 “‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

 “No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along.  I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you.  I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

 Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words.  “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys?  While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

 The room froze in time, only for a moment.  Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you?  Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen?  After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

 While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision.  “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

 “Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment.  He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect.  “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

 “Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further.  “Please…”

 “Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

 “N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

 You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers.  Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way.  In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just…  fuck me…”

 Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff.  “Slut.  I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

 You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over.  “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information.  He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar.  “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied.  I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

 With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.  As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face.  Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip.  The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

 “Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

 “I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

 Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again.  He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

 With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure.  He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have.  He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb.  “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day?  I’m very jealous, brother.”

 That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further.  “Cry about it,” he mocked.

 Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it.  He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you.  Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

 “Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

 One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless.  He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet.  All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

 A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face,  He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command.  He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely.  His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

 Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears.  It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants.  Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

 Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling.  His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent.  You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace.  The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

 Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high.  It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances.  His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat.  If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

 Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously.  His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you.  The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

 But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed.  He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air.  Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

 “Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

 With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more.  Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter.  Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze.  The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

 Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes.  The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other.  Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

 “Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya.  The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

 “So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again?  Just the three of us?”

 “I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind.  “Please, Master?”

 He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

 “I’ll think about it.  As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

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sarvente and ruv both crushing on angel!reader? you can make it headcanons or a oneshot, i dont mind. :)

   ohh this is interesting 👀 ty for the request! im so sorry for accidentally posting this and confusing it for the other 😭😭

sarvente & ruv crushing on an angel s/o

   sarvente

when she first met you, she was so entranced. the wings looked so fluffy! it’s been so long since she’s seen an angel’s wing up close.

when you both continue to hang out at her church, she can’t stop admiring you. your eyes are so pure and bright, your smile brightens the whole room.. she can’t stop the fuzzy feeling forming in her chest, nor the small smile that grows on her face when she sees you.

when she realizes she’s fallen for you, she’s doubtful you’ll reciprocate her feelings.

she’s afraid that you won’t return her feelings because of the controversy between the two species. an angel is “holy” and she’s basically lucifer?? 

overthinks so much. she assumes you know the good she’s doing, but she’s still a demon. she’s very hopeful that you’ll see past that and love her for who she is.

if you show her affection of any kind, she’ll freeze up and become a blushing mess. if this makes you laugh, she won’t know what to do, though she does feel happy she made you laugh.

prepares a ton of jokes for you to hear! she hopes you’ll like them, though she might be nervous when she’s trying to say them. what if she stutters and the joke slips her mind?

she becomes 10x clumsy around you. carrying a box to the garden, seeing you on the way there? her hands lose grip of the box and it falls on her foot. 

   ruvyzvat

ruv could literally care less about your species. you’re an angel, so what? 

when you come around the church to give a helping hand, he can’t help but stare. he’s so mesmerized by your patience and kindness, the way you won’t hesitate to help someone..

he has no idea what the warm feeling in his chest is. it’s so intense whenever he sees you. he hates it, the fact that he doesn’t know what it is.

ruv will personally ask sarvente what it means, and when he hears something about “love,” he's unsure of what to do. he’s never experienced this before. 

he cherishes the friendship you’ve built and he doesn’t wanna ruin that. plus, why would an angel love someone who’s done so much bad in their life?

tries his best to avoid you; even though he’s good at hiding his emotions, it saddens him knowing that you two are completely different. there’s no chance.. right?

sarvente tries to get him to confess. she knows a thing or two about this, and she has a strong feeling you may return his feelings. ruv refuses to listen, though. he thinks it’s better to give up on this feeling as quick as possible.

the more you two hang out, he gets to know you better. how you see through people, the good in them, and appreciate them for being themselves. a small spark of hope ignites in him and just maybe.. maybe there’s a chance. 

   sarv & ruv

when they both figure out they have a crush on you, as expected, they go to each other. they’re so surprised when they find out they both have a crush on their angelic friend?? 

ruv doesn’t mind, honestly. it’s only sarvente, someone he’s very close to and trusts with his life. 

sarvente doesn’t mind, though she is worried. what if only one of them manage to get with you? what if you don’t like poly? 

she thinks ahead to when you accept their confessions. sarv will try to figure out if you’re interested in poly without giving them away. ruv, on the other hand, doesn’t do much about it.

they’re both new to this, but sarvente has more knowledge around this subject. she tries her best to inform ruv about these things.

they both adore your wings -- so fluffy?? though they have yet to feel it, sarvente imagines how warm and cuddly they might be. she rants about this to ruv.

ruv has to deal with sarvente’s clumsiness around you. she’s staring at you and gets distracted, about to trip on a rock? ruv is there to catch her with a sigh. he doesn’t want to be given away, and sarvente is doing a terrible job at trying to prevent that.

ruv and sarvente have to reassure each other that there’s a chance for them -- ruv has doubts with his past, and sarv is doubtful because of her species. angels and demons are sworn enemies!! hopefully you don’t care about that.

you’re smile can instantly brighten their day. they both tend to notice small details about you, and they know you can see the good in people. sarvente has hope for ruv, she’s seen the good in him, but for herself? she’s unsure.

sarvente likes to make up scenarios in her mind and share them to him. about you three, how dates would be, how you’d react to her wings, etc.

if you ever help them tuck their hair into the hats, they’ll be so thankful. 

the tip of ruv’s ears will flush while sarvente is giving you a genuine smile. she makes a lot of updog jokes around you two and laughs when ruv still manages to fall for it. 

ruv and the “yo mama” jokes happen more often. they want to make you laugh and it doesn’t fail to work.

   i’m unsure if this was supposed to be together or not so i did them both in one post! sorry if i misunderstood 😭 

[krabmeat]

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- ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⍜⋏

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: philza, techno, Wilbur,(next few only mentioned)Mexican dream, schlatt, dream

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fire, death, arson, betrayal mention, being used, reference to drugs, slight cursing

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: translation vvvvv

Can i be enderman anon? anyways now that's all out of the way. God reader getting revived unexpectedly by dream? it's like - a really badass antagonist god that gets pulled out of the underworld, calling dream their "saviour" (but in a more satirical way instead of genuinely seeing the masked man as their hero cause in the past they've most likely called everyone that helped them their mighty helper to the point where the title feels overused and undesirable). They roamed the lands of the smp, bringing terror and hellfire across the overworld, letting their kept in rage stroll free. They end up in the tundra, the burning flakes of ashes getting lost in the harsh piles of snow. They happened to have stumbled upon the cottages of two immortal gods that they may or may not have used to know. Wonder what'll happen? i would like to see your take in this.

 - enderman anon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DONT KNOW IF YOULL EVEN READ THIS STILL BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST IT ISNT THE BEST QUALITY IM SORRY :[[[

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You almost don't recognize the sensation of grass against your calloused and rough hands. You were in the void playing solitaire with Schlatt and Mexican Dream, and the next thing you knew you were suddenly pulled harshly by the back of your collar, falling on your spine. The looming mask of Dream is what stood above you, but he looked different. Longer hair, smelly, wearing a stained lime green jumpsuit with ‘0001' sewn into it and covered in cuts, scars and bruises. But before you could even question why Dream was suddenly there, he stepped back into the void, the void slowly surrounding and consuming him the further he went backwards. His now bony hand is still tightly gripped onto the back of your shirt, so while struggling your body is also enveloped in darkness. All it took was one blink and there you were on a patch of grass, staring at the pale blue sky.

"Huh."

Was all that came out of your mouth. You were still shocked at the turn of events that just happened, but no longer grounded. A running river nearby stunned your senses. How long had you been dead? It felt like years, but when you look around at the familiar forest you died in, not much had changed except for a couple newly planted saplings here and there. The swirling ashes you remembered before you died had all settled and compressed into the soil.

The river showed a strange reflection of yourself- your features have clearly sunken into your skull and there's a streak of white hair coming from your scalp along with words in fancy gold letters on your arm reading,

"May thy woes and hurt of the past no longer eradicate the upwards of this lost souls future. Allow thine to be praised by Ender themselves and be granted another chance at mortality."

Scrubbing or picking at your arm did nothing, so onwards you went walking along the forest to what you remember being a bustling "community".

Each mound of dirt you saw only brought memories of your death, of the place and people who sought to treat you like you were disposable. And now that you’re alive, you hate that they technically ended up being right. Your death; alone in a forest. Running away from the unexpected attacker, ashamed and too prideful to die in the prying eyes of your enemies. It fills you with rage, all the lives taken by your hands and for what? You weren’t overreacting, you knew that for sure. And before you knew it, you stole some fresh flint and steel from a random chest and got to work. 

You had always wanted to touch the fires you set. The soothing feeling you got from watching wood burn to char and ashes satisfied you. And it made it all the more euphoric to know it was trees of your manipulator's land. Running across the land, with flames as far as you could see when you looked behind you. The heat swirled around your neck and went into your nose, but the feeling was muscle memory at that point. You were still riding your high when a voice reached out to you, luckily when you were finally calm.

"What- Y/n? Hold on, is that really you Y/n..?"

You spin on your heels to the familiar manipulative British voice of a person you haven't seen in a long time. 

"Wilbur?! Man, I haven't seen another person's face other than those two addicts in a while- you look different." 

His eyes much like yours are sunken deep into his skull, purple-pink bags under his eyes and dull skin. Wilburs shocked lips fade into an opened mouth smile when he walks up to you with his hands momentarily confused on what they should do. Eventually, his right hand settles on clasping your left shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Y/n it is so good to see you! You look quite different yourself, wouldn’t you think-? Oh, look! We’re matching!”

The grey streak in your hair seems to make another appearance when Wilbur briefly smacks it with his middle and pointer finger. 

“Ay, it’s nice to see you too Wil, but back up for a second alright? I've got something to ask you by the way…”

Wilburs head peaks in interest, urging you to go on.

“I’m guessing that little streak in your hair wasn’t a fashion choice- and if it was it’s a bit strange- but how’d you get it? You died when you blew up L’manburg! I mean c'mon, people don’t just, well…REVIVE!”

He starts to walk. You aren’t quite sure where, but stumbling along with Wilbur while his arm is draped lazily atop your shoulders seems to suffice. 

“Ahh Y/n, you’d be surprised. The most WONDERFUL thing happened, actually! Years and years in my hell of a train station; do you know who was at the subway door when it finally opened, Y/n? Dream!”

“Wh- Dream?!”

Appalled, you try to stop in your tracks but fail when wilburs arm is still pushing forward. His storytelling voice dies down to curiosity and excitement.

“Wait, did he save you too? He did, didn’t he? Oh, this is wonderful!”

Wilbur emits eagerism and you suddenly realize what you could do with his desperacy to be socially accepted. Putting on the most exaggerated and animated voice, you speak. 

“Oh my god yeah! Gosh, that Dream guy is my hero! Thanks to him, I get to have another chance at living again, and isn’t that just…swell.”

In all honesty you didn’t really try hard to sound sincere but by the look of Wilbur, it seemed to work just fine. 

“Right?! I’ve been meaning to visit him in the prison if you’d like to tag along with me the day I go? I’m sure he’d love to see you, since he revived you and all.”

Oh, you were sure Dream wanted to see you. He wants a boon- a trade. Why else would he revive two of the most historically significant people on the server if not to make some sort of deal with them? Sure, Wilbur is as gullible and carefree as ever but you at least still had scraps of mental stability and level-headedness that made you all the more a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention Wilbur doesn’t know that Dream killed you, but telling him that now would blow your act. You decide to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Yeahh, sure! I’d love to go, just tell me when.”

And that’s the end of that conversation. The two of you walk to wherever Wilbur is going. It honestly surprised you how he couldn’t see through your apathy. From what you remembered, he was keen on being wise about people and their intentions but you guess years and years in hell do things to a person.

Somehow, you’re stuck in your mind for long enough that only now do you feel the sharp winter air making the hairs on your arms and legs stand straight up. 

“Wait, snow?”

The tundra was a drastic contrast to the void you were once in with schlatt and Mexican Dream. Instead of black as far as you could see, it was a blinding powdery white. 

‘Mexican Dream would’ve liked it here, probably would have tried to snort the snow like coke.’

You weren’t built for the snow, though. Hell- you didn’t even have a memory of anyone living in a tundra when you were alive! Why was Wilbur even in the tundra? You didn’t have the energy to ask, still feeling brittle and tired, back aching from laying on the dry dirt longer than expected earlier. 

“Yeah, just figured I’d show you around! Plus I already need to grab a couple things from an ender chest and this was the closest by. I’m a very busy man, after all.”

But why were there so many footprints in the snow? As far as you knew, Wilbur was the only one who lived out in the tundra- and he didn’t seem like the active type at all. There were strange shapes as well, large hooved footprints. However, all thinking comes to a halt at the same time Wilbur does.

“We’re here! You might see some familiar faces cause I live with people.”

Well, that answers the footsteps as well as the tall red-caped piglin hybrid giving leftover bones and raw meat to a polar bear.

“TECHNO! TECHNO, HEY!”

He tenses up for a second, you could tell he wanted to be left alone but that didn’t really bother Wilbur. But you recognize him. The name and the apparel- that guy is Technoblade. The same Technoblade who stood by your side while the two of you blew L’manburg up for the last time, and now the Technoblade who resides in a cottage shrouded in snow.

“Technoblade?!”

Hearing your voice being carried by the crisp winter air, he turns around immediately to see you and Wilbur a few feet away. Techno stood there dumbfounded, but he didn’t know why. He wasn’t particularly joyed or ecstatic to see you, but he was at the very least happy to see an old ally back. 

“Y/n? Oh my god, now we’ve got TWO of you? We don’t have room for another one, alright?”

For some it might be hard to see the meaning behind his words. Luckily you’ve talked to him enough to where you can tell he’s being playful.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just build directly on top of your house. Besides, who WOULDN'T want to be near me 24-7?”

“Me-“

“Oh f*ck off.”

You would’ve thought that that was Wilbur due to the similar accent, but there was something off. The slight gruffness and age, yet still succeeding in sounding mellow.

“Phil! How’s my favorite old bird doing?”

He gives you a face. Not a happy one like you expected, rather a face that says ‘really?’ Probably because of the old comment. The two of you briefly hug, Phil’s tattered wings stretching out slightly.

“I’m doing alright, are you okay? Here, would you like to come in? It’s pretty cold outside, you probably haven’t seen snow in a couple years.”

He wasn’t wrong after all. You were freezing your toes off and were itching for lemon tea. The kind Phil used to make when he, Technoblade and Dream discussed plans on destroying L’manburg. Ah, the good ol days…

“Of course! We’ve got a lot to talk about- you still have that old chess board?”

“Yes, but first you have some explaining to do about the fire over in that tree, Y/n. You just got back and you’re already burning down forests?!”

“Did someone say fire?”

Techno has an eager stride in his step once he also looks back to see the raging lights of orange and red in the nearby forest.

“Don’t worry Phil! It’s just- ahh, a controlled burn..?”

Your tone of voice is unsure when a black crow shoots down from the sky into the snow in front of you. It’s left wing is charred and has smoke dancing from the burn. Philza looks at you with a stern glare.

“Oh my f*cking god…that’s it! We’re all going inside now, you too Techno. I don’t want you and Y/n going on a rampage.”