#no major change but he gets further markings under his eyes

[kaleidoru]

see you in hell i guess

#anthro #furry #lion #dragon #angel #oc: sam #oc: samael #if Sam is currently in his early 20s then this is him in his 30s #no major change but he gets further markings under his eyes #he gets coloured streaks in his hair #and he gets tips on his ears and tail #eventually his hair will be like blonde up top/his bangs and purple further down #like a real adult male lion mane kind of i can't explain it lmao #(this was recycled from how I tried to do Yaya's hair once)

[thesherrinfordfacility]

it was about the coffee

edit 24/11: rip miracle blocker theory, my love

but possibly not the way we thought it was. this is going to sound so convoluted but bear with me here (and big thanks to the anon that precipitated this theory, and major apologies that writing this theory is only going to delay my answer to your ask even further💕)

a major plot-point for me in s2 was this bad boy:

which i think we can safely say is a very op power for demons to possess for it not to come up again later on in the show? it's almost like a parallel to the book of life on that front - which is mentioned in the bookshop in ep6, but we've all agreed is pretty much going to be a major chekhov's gun in s3, right? well, what about the miracle blocker?

why wouldn't shax think of getting one either from furfur or from beelzebub when storming the bookshop? well, could be that shax didn't think of it. true - but i do wonder if something iffy was in fact going on in ep5/ep6 showdown, right up into the Final Fifteen.

let's start here: aziraphale has got some reality-bending bullshit going on, which i think is possibly just naturally emanating from aziraphale himself (im not wholly convinced it's entirely in-character for him to purposefully fuck with people's heads and autonomy) and perhaps the dancing/outfits/emotions etc is just the image he wanted for the dance, and his magic (?) essentially made it happen, so much so that he was potentially taken in by it too... hence why he was so readily resistant to crowley's pleas to listen to him about the danger? idk, getting sidetracked.

but anyway, then the demons come, and we see the below where... randomly, aziraphale's miracles/magic doesn't work. and there's no given reason for it:

soon after this, aziraphale opens the portal; one thing on reflection? that portal opens damn fucking fast. sure, the peril is high, certainly higher than s1 when he had to pray and practically beg to speak to someone... but if the portal is more or less for metatron's direct use, and the metatron is so damn busy, being the voice of god... why would he be sat there waiting for a call?

s1, the time between aziraphale starting to pray/dial 9-1-heaven, and the portal opening (excluding where he shouts to shadwell that the shop is closed) is just over 31 seconds. s2, from "hello, is there anybody there" to portal opening is just over 5. a very short cut-down for a retired, traitorous angel, regardless of whether they're under attack (which, tbh, would be in heaven's interests, right? for aziraphale to get Got?). the explanation for that can only be, in my book, that metatron has been watching... and possibly has been since the first time the portal opened.

anyway, we then move on to metatron arriving at the bookshop, and offering aziraphale the coffee. others have reported a miracle chime, and tbh i too can hear at least a faint, high strong, that sounds out of place in the ambient sound of the scene. video below, where ive marked out where i can hear it:

we know that aziraphale doesn't drink coffee. tea, hot chocolate, wine... but he's never, as far as we've seen, canonically drunk coffee. he must have tried it at some point, crowley likes it/drinks it, so why wouldn't aziraphale have tried it at some point? well, i think he probably has, and didn't like it. i think he tried to change it, in front of the metatron, so he could take a sip and not be offensive. but... it doesn't work. aziraphale's reaction is awkward. and metatron's reaction is smug. i think metatron has a miracle blocker.

aziraphale is not stupid. i think he knows possibly from that moment, or very soon after, that metatron has been up to something. i think he knows that metatron might have eyes and ears everywhere. i think aziraphale has worked out that metatron is not in fact A Nice Old Man, and knows it right through until he gets in the lift (which im going to talk about more in the aforementioned anon ask). i don't think aziraphale has been overtly threatened, because the metatron has worked so hard in this scene to be non-threatening. but he has underestimated how smart aziraphale actually is.

making the offer to reform heaven appeals to aziraphale, there is no doubt on that. and aziraphale is desperate for crowley to be with him - not only on the layer of wanting to be together, or another layer of crowley deserving to have heaven make amends to him, or even the layer wanting to protect crowley under his status as supreme archangel... but because if aziraphale walks away, without crowley, crowley has nowhere safe to go. the bookshop has been compromised, and it is no longer safe. metatron with his almond syrup has Eyes and Ears everywhere. when crowley refuses, aziraphale has to get to heaven, and to metatron, before they get to him.

i do completely believe that aziraphale wants to help heaven, and possibly seek any way in which he can return it to what he thinks or believes was god's original purpose for it - to return or make it into the place that was always meant to stand for good and justice and love. but i also believe that now, more than ever, aziraphale teeters on the edge of giving heaven a chance - or being burnt to ashes, literally or figuratively. idk about you, but i have a gut feeling on what option he, in this moment, would be inclined to take.

#good omens #metatron spec #s3 narrative spec #sanctuary/bentley theory #feral domestic/final fifteen meta #s2 meta

[doomsdaybby]

chapter two: a late night conversation. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb and chapter index here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turn, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, soft!steve, steve is such a sweetheart, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.6k

(feeling majorly frazzled and super defeated with this one so if you like it it’d make me feel so good if you let me know 💖)

Steve Harrington held on to that walkman in an iron grip. Of course he did, physically and metaphorically. As soon as he appeared back on shift bright and early the following Monday morning, he rewinded your Fleetwood Mac tape with utmost delicacy, assuming that he had done no further damage.

Your beat up walkman and headphones sat safe and sound locked in a counter drawer all weekend whilst Steve had some well deserved down time. Though that downtime was spent being impishly pestered by Robin and Nancy. The moment the pair had made it official, he spent more time with Nancy than he had during highschool, and of course she acknowledged that too. Steve didn’t think about it too much, though it felt easier now, an ease in the atmosphere around them where they knew one didn’t have to impress the other.

Between swapping crumpled dollars for handfuls of loose change and handing out laundry detergent as if it was going out of fashion, Steve attempted to work clumsy wonders on your walkman. Although the cassette door was wedged open indefinitely, and despite Steve’s best efforts to get the damn thing closed, it cracked in three more places once he pushed too hard.

“Fuck” he scolded himself under a breath, catching his thumb beneath the plastic once the eject button completely lodged into the edge. “Just making it worse, you idiot” he says with his thumb nurtured against his tongue.

Steve didn’t really like to admit it, but he waited for you to walk through that door the following three days. Cringing at himself when he would throw his head up at every shrill of the bell that rang throughout the laundromat. He died a little more every time, where was his self respect?

It wasn’t until his rotational graveyard shift that Thursday night that you decided to reappear, a graceful silhouette sauntering through the fogged up doorway, although the fatigue weighed heavy under your pretty eyes, shoulders slouched forward in a laze. Steve was slumped over the counter rather similarly, worn-out gaze tracing the rhythmic tick tick tick of the clock hands reading 12:50am.

“Hey, sparky” your voice rings in his ears, crystalline, full surround sound clarity in all of your worn-out glory. Steve attempts to stomp the creeping blooming of butterflies in his chest at the second mention of his new nickname, greeting him as politely as you could muster as you haul a weighted laundry bag over your shoulder.

Your sneakers squeak against the tattered linoleum flooring that was maimed with permanent muddy scuff marks and age-old water stains. The late night was on the colder side, dark gym shorts sitting high on your exposed thighs leaving you somewhat bare to the elements, Dad’s oversized Talking Heads sweatshirt pooling at your wrists and waist in an attempt to make up for it. But it was a dry night, clear, the navy sky twinkling with endless strings of the brightest stars that could only be seen this far away from the hustle and bustle of any major cities.

By the way the corners of your eyes crease and forehead crumples deep lines into your soft skin, Steve almost feels drained on your behalf. You offer him a weary grin, one corner of your lip higher than the other as you display two rows of pretty teeth whilst approaching the counter, slinging the rather hefty laundry bag up onto the chipped wood.

“What’re you doing here this late?” he asked with a clear of his throat, standing a little straighter now as preoccupied fingers fiddle absentmindedly with the handle of mesh polyester. His tender voice was laced with that genuine consideration again, like he really cared, as if he actually wanted to listen to your answer.

“Could say the same to you,” you cradled your aching head in your hand, cheekbone resting heavily on the heel of your palm, the other shielding your tired eyes from the too-harsh lights flickering above you.

“Well, old man Thomson owns the place. He likes variation, for some reason. So I kinda work whenever he schedules me. Thinks it’s better for the customers” he stumbles a little, especially when you don't take to his lightheartedness, and Steve winces with the ache it causes for a moment before moving on. You were clearly exhausted.

You lift your head a fraction to crane your neck over your shoulder, surveying the empty laundromat, eyes flicking back to Steve to bear a look he’s seen far too often on Robin. “Hey, I don’t make the rules,” he relaxes this time, grin tightening the corners of his lips as he holds his hands up in surrender.

You exhaled a whisper of a laugh through your nostrils with the quirk of a brow, “Better you than me,” you shrugged, chin tilted upwards to observe the creeping potted ivy suspended to the right of Steve’s head, a little worse for wear with the leaves browning at the dry edges.

“Been busy,” you continued, finally answering his greeting question, “Didn’t realise how many of the clothes I’d boxed up had been sitting in the back of my closet long enough to smell like my Granny Flo’s damp basement”.

Steve wrinkled his nose, frowning at the clear visualisation, almost compelled to lean his nose down to take a good sniff of the laundry bag sitting mere inches away. But that would be weird, far far too weird, so he very wisely decided against it.

“So you thought that one o’clock in the morning would be the perfect time to sit in Hawkins’ second best laundromat for an hour or two?” Steve’s voice is light, friendly, and warm. His chestnut eyes sparkle prettily as you shift across from him to weigh your head heavy in your hands, palms anchored against the apples of your cheeks, eyes closed and lips puckering pink and supple.

“You also still have something of mine” you cock your head, heavy lidded but open just enough to peer at him again, bones quadrupled in weight beneath your skin. The laundromat was warm considering the time of the late March night, a stark contrast to the cool stillness of the night outside, despite the low purr of the A/C that rattled the vents in the ceiling. It was an all-encompassing weighted blanket that had the promise of sleep become all too beautifully tempting right now.

“Oh… yeah” Steve cringes, pointer finger running along the freshly healing wound at the base of his thumb pad that he had clumsily self-inflicted. He toys with the fly-away chocolate strands at the nape of his neck with one hand and the collar of his yellow sweatshirt, bitten nails scratching at his hairline, the other searching for your walkman stored in the counter drawer.

“I tried to, uh, fix it. But, I think it’s past saving” Steve murmurs, his chest deflating in sheepish defeat as you fold your arms neatly over one another, pushing yourself forwards on the tips of your toes to trace your eye-line on his movements towards your beloved walkman.

Former beloved walkman.

Steve stretched out his hand across the counter, your fingers brushing along the back of his hand to his knuckles as you took it from him carefully. He was warm, really warm.

You stared at the cassette player in your hand, it was even more busted than you remember, coming to the swift conclusion that Steve would never make a gifted repairman. Though the effort was well appreciated, it fizzled somewhere between your ribs, the knowledge that he did something nice for you. You couldn’t remember the last time someone was so thoughtful towards you, half expecting it to be in some landfill miles away by now.

“I’m sorry, I'll help you get a new one. I thought it looked like an easy fix but honestly I don’t know what i’m doing and-“

“Thank you, Steve” your kind smile set his soul on fire, high points of your cheeks lifting with gratitude, cutting off his panicked rambling and he’s muttering something along the lines of ‘if you’re sure’ and another string of apologies that you weren’t listening to too closely.

“Could I ask a favor?” You interjected politely, gaze sweeping back towards the boy behind the counter who was already eyeing you curiously. You were very much aware of the attention he paid you, especially when he acted like he wasn’t just ogling in your direction. The corners of your mouth upturned on instinct when Steve’s spotlight wasn’t burning you from the inside out, fighting back a small smile, a rush of gentle heat swarming at the very center of your chest.

“Sure, sure. Depends” he remarks, a humorous lilt within the response, heart rate slowing back down to a somewhat normal pace, grateful for the u-turn in conversation. Your cheeks rippled with smile lines at that, recalling Robin’s previous remark about him not being much of a ladies man anymore, so what else would he have going on to fill up his schedule?

“I still have some stuff to move into my apartment from storage. Think you could give me a hand with it? On Sunday?”.

Steve is silent for a moment, drooping his lower lip and sporting his best ‘I wonder what’s on my schedule’ face, it may have driven you away for good if he immediately sprung to an overwhelmingly zealous agreement like he ached to.

“Twenty bucks. Please?” you offered with a sing-song trail of a slightly bouncy plea, the last word ringing so fucking sweet in Steve’s ears, topping it off with a candied glossy-lipped smile and an innocent bat of your lashes.

“But, you also don’t have to. You can say no” you followed in a hurry when Steve blinked at you blankly, tone matching the dreary picture painted on your face once again. He floundered much to nobody's surprise, sucking a sharp and not-so-subtle inhale through the nose as he witnessed your face flood with rain clouds.

Steve still pretended to think about it for a second, head cocked to the side and glinting eyes surveying the ceiling, your face softening with his playfulness. There were three more moths that had met a tragic demise in the warm yellow light above him.

“Twenty bucks?” he queries airily, enjoying the rounding of your hopeful eyes and the tender purse of your lips as you nodded at him. Steve’s elbow slides further along the counter, tapping three rhythmic fingers against the tip of his chin, and within this closer proximity you could smell the earthy pine of his cologne. But most prominently, Steve Harrington smelt like lemons, particularly freshly squeezed lemonade you get at the fair; all the tooth-rotting sugary sweetness and citrusy tartness that made your toes curl.

“Maybe pizza, too. If you’re lucky”.

“Now that is an offer I can’t refuse” Steve shot his pointer finger in your direction. In complete truth, Steve’s off days were rarely penciled in, weekends were mainly for acting as the kids personal chauffeur, with Sundays reserved for giving Dustin the odd driving lesson if he was feeling generous.

“You’re a gem. Eddie should already be over to help too”.

Eddie? Munson?

Steve thought he had contained his inner monologue, but by your sudden puzzled expression and raise of a brow, he had actually spoken out loud without thinking.

“Yeah..” you drawled out slowly, a scoff hidden within a brief laugh. “You know him, right? Is that… okay?”.

Fuck. There was that look again. Unnerved, taken aback. Steve wasn’t wracking up many ‘you rule’ points on Robin’s made-up scoreboard, one that she only made to emphasize the utter disaster that was now his sexual magnetism; himself and the poor souls he attempts to flirt with meeting at opposite poles.

His cheeks flare a deep scarlet pink, eyes wide in a brief panic as he stutters out, “Yeah… yeah! My god, of course. Sorry, I didn’t realise that you two would know each other since you’ve only just moved here.”

You eyed him quizzically, and Steve was certain that you could hear the bellowing thud of his heartbeat amongst the dull electrical humming of the jarring amber lights above you.

“We’ve run into each other a few times over the years” you answered the question that he wasn’t asking out loud, but Steve didn’t really need to know the details.

‘How do you know Eddie Munson?’.

You had met Eddie one Saturday afternoon in the trenches of summer ‘87. Where the July sun sears your exposed skin akin to sizzling bacon in a hot oiled frying pan. Hawkins in the summer was your favourite time to visit. Considering it was such a small town, Roanoake, Indiana was an even smaller town. Approximately 1,600 people compared Hawkins’ ballpark 30,000 a mere 45 miles south.

Though it was just a little over an hour down the route 24 interstate, your 1972 Ford Pinto could only make a handful of trips before the grinding metal on metal with the odd sputter of suffocating black smoke began puffing in dramatic intervals from the exhaust pipe.

Barely a quarter of an hour from the closest sign of civilisation - a lonely billboard sporting ‘The Warzone! 5 miles’ in a faded grubby army green - you shuffled through the mountains of business cards, maps and other paper junk you had forgotten about in the passenger glove box.

Wayne’s Autopoint. Your Dad shoved the flier in your opposing hands with a roll of your eyes post your first journey down to Hawkins amidst the big move, now thankful for the fact that you didn’t let your stubbornness win you over. Stranded in the middle of nowhere at 3pm in the mid-July heat with only a gulp of lukewarm water left sitting in the cup holder was not on your to do list.

Eddie Munson pulled up beside your beat up car in a tow-truck - that was at least two decades old - a half hour after you’d punched in the garage number, kicking up copious clouds of dry dirt road that stung your eyes and tickled your nostrils.

You could say from there that the rest was history. Having to sit in the stuffy repair shop that only had one singular rusted overhead fan for the rest of the day allowed you to air out what seemed to be your whole life story to Eddie.

“If you ever need any help, uh, you know where to ask” he told you with an authentic grin, one that radiated twice the heat of the summertime. Spirals of flyaway hairs that had fallen from the low bun he had messily thrown it up in frame his face picture perfect, damp rag ringing in his oil slicked hands.

Despite Hawkins being so much bigger than Roanoke, you were almost surprised how run down the majority of it seemed to be, as though it had been blissfully forgotten in its only time capsule, an antique at the very back of the shelf left to collect dust.

“Sunday?” you searched Steve’s eyes, studying the flecks of honey gold that mixed with cocoa brown, another request that he had no reason to mull over again whether as a joke or not. You felt lighter then in his presence, when he turned to reach for the fancy branded laundry detergent - the lemony scented one that smelled similar to him - bobbing his head leisurely in agreement.

Steve guided the box towards you, digging out some loose change from his jean pockets that almost weighed him down, and he enjoyed the playful narrowing of your eyes when you waited a second too long for a vocal answer.

“Sunday”.

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a/n to say that I really dislike this chapter, but i’m feeling really rusty so I hope that I start trusting myself a little more when I get back into the swing of things. so if you enjoyed this I would really like to know 💖 it would make me feel real good to get some feedback

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[s-creations]

Crushing Reality - Fanfic for 'The Super Mario Bros. Movie'

All Luigi could do was wait. Sit in an uncomfortable cage and wait for Mario to come and save him. Knowing that his brother was out there being the only spark of hope he could cling to.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, The Super Mario Bros. Movie Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some fluff and mainly angst, Happy Ending, Happy Reunion, Spoilers for the 2023 Movie!, I need more warm brotherly moments.

First lesson learned from this place, metal cages aren’t comfortable. The sturdy material didn’t make for a good sitting or sleeping experience. Luigi needed to constantly shift to try and find somewhat of a comfortable position. 

Second lesson learned, lava produces a lot of heat and metal is a wonderful conductor. There were a number of burn marks on his wrists and ankles, with a few on his neck. Basically anywhere his outfit would unintentionally raise up and Luigi wasn’t paying attention. His bare skin brushing against the heated metal. A hiss escaping from him every time. Adding to the issue of trying to get an even semi-comfortable position in the cramped, hard space.

Third lesson learned, there were truly some heartless people out there. The human was convinced that Bowser was the worst that could possibly be. Uncaring that his prisoners were being melted alive. Water was a luxury that was only given once a day. Carried by the guards in pails and handed out by the ladle full. Literally. Luigi was almost embarrassed at how desperate he’d become. Uncaring that his lips were touching the same ladle that others had just used. 

His immune system was no doubt working double time in trying to keep him alive.

Food was nothing more than stale bread (which Luigi was a little surprised and very happy to learn they had that here). Two chunks of it given each day that made the human’s already dry mouth that much worse.

The guards at some point began to taunt him. Giving updates to what his brother was doing tied together with a clear threat. 

“Apparently the princess thinks your stupid brother is useful to her in some way. Wonder if she’s told him about Bowser? Wonder if he cares that you’re stuck here?”

“Your brother is really upsetting Lord Bowser. Better count your blessings in hopes that your end is quick. But I think it’s gonna be slow to help Lord Bowser get rid of some pent up rage.”

“Don’t know why we need to keep giving you rations. Maybe if we drop your unmoving body in front of your brother, he’ll just surrender. Make our jobs easier.”

Luigi did his best to ignore it all. Attempting to show that the comments meant nothing to him. But the words constantly pounded against his head. Heart hurting more and more as time moved on. Unsure how long he’d been trapped in here and how much longer he had to cling to the last few strands of hope.

“Don’t fret,” the little star called out one ‘evening’, or just a time when the majority of the prisoners were asleep. Luigi lifted his head slightly to indicate he was listening.

“Our end will arrive soon enough and your sorrow will be nothing more than a dull memory.”

“What happened to you?” Luigi asked weakly. Throat sore from under use and being overly dry.

The star merely giggled before claiming, “Time is an illusion, as is hope. Hoping for a change amounts to nothing.”

“So, doing nothing and surrendering is better?”

“At least then you can accept the crushing reality for the black hole of emptiness that life truly is.”

Luigi decided he really didn’t like talking to this guy.

As time marched forward, the human became further despondent. Falling quiet, not casting fearful eyes up to the guards when they passed by or when they delivered their ‘report’ to him. Taking his rations with indifference. Curled on his side at the bottom of the cage and staring at nothing. 

What else was he supposed to do?

He hadn’t been able to find a way out.

His fellow prisoners were either mentally gone or had surrendered to their new way of life a long time ago. 

Luigi, on his part, could barely find the energy to move.

The one thing keeping him going was the thought of knowing that Mario was still out there. Still trying to get to him. Luigi could always count on his brother to come to his rescue. 

The monotony of day to day life was interrupted at some point. Luigi’s head lifted slightly, hearing screams of fear. Starting off low but quickly rising in volume as numerous cages suddenly dropped down. All looking around frantically. No doubt having the same thoughts of looking for freedom that Luigi had felt when he first arrived. 

Before Luigi could ask the closest ape, who was wearing a rather impressive headpiece, what was going on, Kamek appeared. Proudly floating before them, uncaring of the fearful faces that peered back at him. 

“I have wonderful news for you all!” the magic user announced, “You’ve been invited to the upcoming royal wedding. Where you will all be ceremonially sacrificed in the princess’ honor! How lucky for you.”

And with that, Kamek disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Leaving a moment of stunned silence before there was an eruption of screams in fear and panic. Minus the little star, who let out a cheerful ‘Hurray!’. As well as Luigi who was too numb to do anything. Eventually leaning his forehead against his hand that was gripping the bar. 

Was this it? Was this the end? It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t. 

Eyes shut tightly, Luigi thought about his brother. About how he couldn’t give up on Mario. Eventually choking out, “Mario…please… Please, you need to get here faster. I don’t have much time…”

“Lad…did you say Mario?”

A new voice called out. Luigi lifted his head to find the crowned ape staring at him. Eyes wide with slight panic.

“Y-Yes? I mean, yes, I-I did.”

The ape strokes his beard in contemplation for a moment, peering Luigi over. “You’re human… I’m guessing that you’re Luigi, the brother he kept blabbing about. Yeah, I’m seeing the resemblance now.”

Luigi perked up at this. Fully standing for the first time in what felt like ages. Heart hammering furiously in his chest. Not out of fear, but for hope. 

This was the first being not tied to Bowser and his army to know about Mario. To say his name and not have their voice filled with venom.

“You know him?” Luigi desperately asked, “You know Mario?”

“Ah yeah, very impressive work done in the arena. Made for an interesting show. Also gave my son the humbling beat down that he needed.” The ape laughed fondly, shaking his head.

“Your brother is a mix of stupid and brave. But, I suppose that would happen if you’re fighting for your family.”

Luigi couldn’t help the smile that slowly formed on his face. Mario was coming to save him. Even going so far as to fight apes apparently. But it didn’t change the fact that Mario was coming for him. 

“Where is he?” Luigi asked, “Do you know where he is? Is he here? Mario, can you hear me! Is he not here?”

The hope he’d felt building up slowly started to deflate as the ape’s face fell. The smile of fondness he’d just carried slipped from his face to a defeated frown.

“I’m sorry lad, but he’s not here.”

“...Do you know where he is?”

The ape gave a short huff, eyes becoming glassy as he briefly turned away from Luigi. “Mario is… I’m sorry to say this lad. But your brother and my son… They’re not with us anymore. They’re gone.”

It was the first time since stepping into this fortress that Luigi felt cold. Wide eyes desperately searching for some sign that the other was wrong, was lying. But the ape didn’t take back his words. Merely gave Luigi an understanding pained look as reality took hold.

“No… N-No, what, h-how?”

“We were trying to get back to the Mushroom Kingdom. We were ambushed and… Look, Rainbow Road is treacherous enough on a normal day. But add a Blue Shelled Koopa with nothing to lose and…”

“So…h-he’s gone? J-Just like that?”

“I’m sorry for your loss son…”

“I warned you,” the little star called out, “Hope does nothing for you.”

There were outcries from the other with a desperate plea for the star to just keep quiet. But it was all just noise that meant nothing to Luigi. Who could only take in his crumbling world. 

Mario was gone.

His brother, who’d always been there to chase the nightmares away. Who cheered him on through all the tough times. Who did everything to make sure Luigi was safe, was gone.

Mario was gone. 

He was gone and…

And…

“It’s my fault…” Luigi felt his throat close. A little surprised he had enough water in him to produce tears.

The ape frowned at that. “Now lad, you weren’t even there-”

“N-No, no, you don’t understand. I-I fell into the p-pipe that brought u-us here. I-I saw it a-and was s-stupid a-and walked in a-and-”

Luigi was full on sobbing at this point. Kneeling in his cage as all the fight he had left him. Uncaring at how quiet everyone else had become. Even the guards feel their hearts tearing apart from this.

“H-He’s gone,” he wailed, “H-He’s gone and I-I couldn't d-do anything. I-I ruin… I-I ruin e-everything… I-I didn’t d-deserve h-him as a b-brother…”

Exhaustion was slowly claiming him. Causing him to quiet down to small choked sobs as tears continued to flow. “I-I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry I-I can’t do a-anything right…”

He was temporarily jolted out of his state when his cage was rattled. Thinking for a moment a guard had come over to quiet him. Finally having their fill of the noise.

Only to see it was the aged ape clinging to his cage. Apparently he’d swung his way over to reach Luigi. Still a little stunned by this, the human barely flinched when a padded thumb reached in to gently wipe a tear away.

“Such thoughts will give you nothing in return. I know nothing of your life or what brought you to this world. But I do know your brother would not want you to think like this. Nor would he put any blame on your shoulders.”

While the words did very little to quell the storm in his heart, Luigi did feel some comfort in them. Merely giving a small nod to what had been said. 

“There's not much that I can offer. But…we can mourn over our losses together.”

“...Thank you.”

The aged ape merely replied with a weak smile. Both closing their eyes to silently grieve over their respected loss. The rest turned away to allow them as much privacy they could create.

Far too soon for anyone’s liking, all prisoners were moved. Luigi was more than a little startled when the ceiling of the entire building started to move, to pull away from the main structure. The multiple cages follow along against the prisoner’s wishes. Transporting them all to where Bowser’s fortress was currently resting.

Given the decorative rooftops looking like mushroom caps, Luigi could only assume this was the Mushroom Kingdom. 

The break from dangling over a lake of lava came to an end when the prisoners arrived at the proper wedding venue. Or, Luigi supposed that’s what it was supposed to be. It was the only part of the dark fortress that seemed to be even semi-presently decorated. 

The seats were completely filled. Bowser was already standing at the altar, along with a blonde-haired human beside him. 

“He’s marrying Princess Peach?” Someone called out in disbelief. 

Peach, on her part, looked absolutely terrified upon seeing the prisoners. Whatever Bowser was saying to her offered no comfort, even though he looked absolutely pleased. The princess was clearly further distraught by the situation.

Then her eyes landed on Luigi. Peach’s face had a flash of surprise over it but it fell once more. Slowly shaking her head, eyes carrying one message. 

I’m sorry…

Luigi wasn’t quite sure what she was sorry for. The loss of his brother? Of not being able to free him? Of having it all end like this? Whatever it was, Luigi felt no ill will directed towards her. She was as much of a victim in all of this as he was. Offering a weak smile and small nod in understanding. 

The moment passed when the cages started to be lowered. Heart rising slowly. Luigi sweating from the heat and fear. An uncomfortable realization hitting the human.

His cage was lower than everyone else's.

He was going in first. 

“No, no, no!” Luigi panicked, wide eyes frantically looking around as if a sudden miracle would appear. Only to find Bowser staring directly at him. The smirk on the large Koopa saying everything. Luigi was deliberately going to be killed first. 

The cage suddenly tipped to one side, lava starting to flow in quickly. The bottom soon disappears into the molten liquid. Luigi climbed onto the lower rungs of the cage to avoid his end for as long as possible. 

“No, please, n-not like this… Mario…”

He wasn’t sure why he thought saying his brother’s name would fix anything. As if thinking that would make Mario appear out of nowhere to get him out of the situation. But it all resulted in nothing, Luigi left to press himself to the top of the cage. Limbs shaking as the lava continued to get closer. 

Just as he thought this was going to be his end, the cage jolted to a stop before slowly moving back up. The bottom of it had completely melted away. 

While he was free, there was a new issue. Namely that Luigi was one bad slip from still falling to his death. He let out a yelp as his left foot slipped from its perch, followed shortly by his right. Both kicked uselessly as if it would help lift him up in some way. He decided quickly that his best option at the moment was to get to the top and sit on the ceiling. Just hoping his shaky arms would be able to hold out for that long.

He swung himself out, grabbing onto the outside of the cage and slowly pulled himself up. His grip shifted to the lip on the ceiling. Still unable to give himself a foothold to help in the situation. Just as he was reaching for the chain, the entire thing shifted harshly. The sudden motion caused Luigi to lose his strength. The younger brother now barely hanging by his fingertips, the metal slowly slipping away. He tried bringing his other hand up, hoping to prevent this inevitable. 

Luck was not on his side.

Luigi’s stomach stopped as the smooth metal finally slipped away. His other arm not fast enough to grab back onto the rung of the cage. His mind seemed to blank.

This was it.

He was done for.

No one was watching as he fell.

Even if they noticed now, there was nothing they could do.

He was finally going into the lava he’d been hung over for so long.

Perhaps this was the universe's way of punishing him for what happened to Mario.

Even then, he didn’t want it to end like this.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to see his family again.

He wanted-

Luigi let out a yelp as his descent was cut off. Desperately reaching up to grab onto whatever was now carrying him. Wide eyes seeming locked onto the bubbling lava that had been taunting him for so long.

“Lu!”

His heart beating furiously hearing the familiar nickname. From a voice he thought he would never hear from again.

Luigi quickly turned his head to find Mario smiling back at him. Currently dressed in some bear looking costume, with a striped tail twirling frantically, apparently the thing that was helping them fly. Eyes and smile wide with glee. Solely focused on his younger brother.

“Mario!?”

Luigi couldn’t believe it. After living out his worst nightmare, it had finally ended. Mario had come to save him, protect him, see to it that Luigi was rescued. 

It wasn’t a graceful landing on his part. Somersaulting onto his feet, Luigi gave a slight pause to keep himself upright before looking back at Mario. There was another beat, Mario looking as if he was about to cry before he pulled Luigi into a tight hug. Luigi gave a weak laugh, melting into the hold, wanting to be as close as possible to his brother he could be. 

Mario pulled away slightly to check his brother over. Seeing that Luigi was shaken but okay, he pulled his brother back in, pressing their foreheads together. Eyes shining brightly. Hands gripping onto Luigi’s arm and gently onto the back of his head. 

“See, I told you!” Mario choked out, “As long as we’re together, everything’s going to be okay!” 

Luigi only nodded, sniffing weakly. Uncaring as Mario’s grip seemed to tighten further, as if the younger brother was going to be ripped away again. Luigi didn’t care about the pressure. He never wanted to let go again. They were finally back together and nothing could ruin it.

So…fighting Bowser was intense.

Luigi was surprised he was still standing after it all, but he supposed adrenaline was a strong chemical. When everything had started to calm down, it was Toad who had called out how horrible the brothers looked. Apparently, even though the Super Star had made them invincible and able to do incredible things, the moment it was over they were back to their original self. In every sense of the way.

Mario carried heavy signs of damage. Bruise, bleeding, and leaning to one side while he slightly cradled his right arm. Luigi was pale, shaking, and clearly not able to focus on his surroundings. His left arm supporting old cuts and his upper lip a little red.

They had clearly been through a lot.

That, however, didn’t change the fact that Mario immediately went into older brother protective mode. Turning to Luigi the moment Toad had said anything with eyes wide and worried. Now that the thrill of finding Luigi again, he was able to really see how the other was holding up.

“Are you okay?”

Luigi laughed softly. “You’re the one who took Bowser head on. I’m fine! I just-”

Moving was a bad idea. His first step was a wobbly one. Knees buckling, black creeping in from the corner of his vision. There were a number of hands on him at once, helping Luigi to slowly sit down on the ground safely. Mario stayed directly in front of his brother the entire time. Sitting down as well.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay? You gonna stay awake for me?” Mario gently asked. Someone calling for medical help. Luigi had the brief thought that it sounded like their mother’s.

“Yeah… Yeah, no, I’m okay… A little lightheaded…” Luigi mumbled weakly, “...I’m tired…”

“Try and stay awake, yeah? How about you lean against me?”

Luigi didn’t argue. Happily allowing himself to be pulled forward until he was fully laying against Mario. Head resting on the crook of his brother’s neck. Eyes half open. The world around him becomes blurry. 

He thinks his body was slowly shutting down. He was exhausted, dehydrated, hungry, and was finally able to relax knowing that he was back with Mario.

“Lu… Hey, Luigi?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“What happened to your arm?”

Luigi felt his brother’s hand run along the damaged arm. It’d felt so long ago he’d been thrown down to the ground by the large Koopa.

“Oh… Bowser did that… Threw me to the ground… He was mad…”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… After he pulled part of my mustache off…” Luigi felt his brother shift. Arms being tightly wrapped around him with Mario’s hand gently gripping the back of his head. Cradling him closer. 

“Okay, good to know.”

It was really easy to hear the heavy tone in the older brother’s voice. Luigi immediately being put on edge. Somehow thinking, for some reason, the anger was directed towards him. Starting to pull away to try and look Mario in the eye. 

“Hey, whoa, don’t move too fast Lu.” Mario worriedly kept his hands on Luigi’s shoulder. Their foreheads pressed together again. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry…” Luigi mumbled weakly.

That confused Mario, “What are you sorry for?”

“It’s my fault…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But it’s my fault… I fell into the pipe…” The days of being trapped in that small cage, of all the unknown worries weighing on him, the moments of learning of what he that was Mario’s passing.

In the back of his mind, Luigi knew they were still in the middle of a crowded and destroyed street. That some high powered people from the other world were nearby and no doubt able to see and hear everything. But at that moment, he didn’t care. He didn’t try to hold back the heavy sob that dropped from his mouth. Tears falling again, breathing harshly as he felt close to fully breaking.

Mario immediately pulled Luigi back in close. To the point where Luigi was practically sitting in his older brother’s lap.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mario whispered gently, “We’re okay.”

I-I thought y-you were g-gone,” Luigi whined out, “Y-You were g-gone…a-and it was m-my fault… I-I’m sorry… I r-ruin everything…”

“You don’t ruin a single thing. You make everything better! I wouldn’t be standing here if you hadn’t swooped in with that cover idea! That was so clever.”

Luigi sniffed weakly. “R-Really?”

“Oh yeah!” Mario smiled, gently rubbing Luigi’s arm. “...Can I tell you something?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“I’m really to be blamed for this, if we’re going to be honest.”

Luigi’s eyes widened at that. “B-But I fell in…”

“And I couldn’t hold onto you,” Mario’s voice wavered, “I told you we’d be okay, that we just had to stay together… But then you were ripped away and- …It ate me alive. All I could think about was ‘what if I had a better grip?’, ‘what if we had swapped places?’, ‘what if I was a better brother?’.”

“Y-You’re a great brother.”

“Not if I could have let you go that easily.” Mario let out a slow breath, eyes closing slowly before he continued. “There were a lot of things I wish could have been changed. But that’s not what matters now. What does matter is that we’re here now and we’re okay! We’re okay…”

“Yeah… Yeah, we’re okay…” Luigi smiled back weakly.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. His body finally giving up and decided against this want, he needed to sleep now. “‘M tired…”

“I know, I know you are…”

“Can I sleep now?”

There was a bit of a pause before Mario responded with, “Yeah, you can sleep now.”

“Okie dokie…” Luigi let out a yawn, every part of him relaxing back into his brother’s hold. Hearing a few mutters from someone else, Mario giving a quiet reply. But he wasn’t able to tell what was being said. 

But he didn’t care. His brother was here, they were together again, and that’s all he needed.

#luigi #mario #mario and luigi #spoilers for the super mario bros. movie #don't read if you haven't watched the movie! #s-creations #fanfiction

[nerdieforpedro]

Don't assume on Valentine's Day

Ezra x plus size female reader (Angel)

This post and blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: just under 1.7k

Summary: A relationship with Ezra can be a wonderfully frustrating thing.

Warnings: Ezra is his own warning, HANDS, illusion to smut (I think it is, it's a lot less - descriptive then I normally am), angst, chocolate (been a while since Nerdie had some food in here), fluff

Notes: Ezra has been rolling around in my WIPs for months. Don't know what to do with the man, there might be brain rot starting to form. Finally, I feel like I write him well enough in a different WIP to try my hand at a one-shot. He led me to Valentine's Day and we're here. It's my first time posting something I've written with him so... 👀 Who knows? Dividers are by @saradika-graphics 🥰 They're very cute!

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist

“My glorious cinnamon angel, that I should partake of your bounty daily is a miracle that I shall not waste a single solitary moment of.”

“I was Nutmeg the other day, I’m not sure how I changed spices.”

“It would be wise to accept what someone tells you the first time.”

“I’m pretty sure you told me you weren’t a good man when we met and that if my recollection serves me,” Familiar scruff grazes your cheek from behind as arms wrap around your soft frame. You were purposely trying to imitate his drawl and doing a poor job of it. His chuckles tickled your neck, “I shall at most my dear woman, tell you two lies and one truth. For it's easiest to remember your lies if there’s a sprinkle of fact on top.” He leans back, not releasing you, but making room for his forehead to be pressed between your shoulder blades as his chuckle turns into booming laughter that can be felt down your spine.

“Is that what you believe me to sound like? I’m appalled.” Ezra lifts his head so his face lands squarely into your soft tresses, you wore your familiar ponytail and placed a kiss to the back of your neck before moving to your side, “I’ll need to further educate you with my musings and prose.” Laying your head on his shoulder, that’s something you’ve always wanted from him these past few months. More of the man named Ezra.

He’d told you he was not a good man, a ‘reprobate and a scamp.’ It was in a bar. One friend had left early because their kid decided it was a great night to ride with friends on motorized scooters when someone was injured. The other friend has captured her mark and gave you the text of her location and that she was heading out. Your last drink of the night that you had settled on a mai tai, though you’d found that it was paid for by a man making his way over to you. He was tall, had a striking nose, a red leather jacket and a grin that exudes confidence. He leans on the bar next to you, grinning wider when you sip the mai tai he’s paid for.

“Good evening my dear, may I take the seat next to you?” You tell him yes and he sits, eyes still trained on you. You shift on your stool under his focus gaze, you’re used to more glassy eyed stares that wander away. You tell him your name and he repeats it three times, committing it to memory, it makes sense because now you know he only calls you by name if there’s an issue to be had. Otherwise, Ezra is an avid lover of terms of endearment. The night continues as you two make small talk and you’ve long finished your drink. 

The noise in the bar is starting to die down the later it gets and that’s when he says it, what gets his hooks into you, “My bountiful Angel, I am a reprobate scamp of a man. It would be wise to get yourself home, however,” his large hand, one of the two that bring you as much ecstasy as they do longing, slides from your thigh where it had been sitting the majority of your conversation and you had not moved it, over to the small of your back. “I would be doing a disservice to myself and you if I did not offer to sully your beauty just a bit.” You’ve turned to look at him, your eyes heavy with desire. That was well before he even proposed the idea. Your breath hitches as he kisses your shoulder and has his face a few inches from yours. “With efforts made on both our parts, I may become a better man for the night and you may find the indulgence to be quite gratifying.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket, you smack your lips into his, hungry for him and he smiles into the kiss. You’re aware he’s captured you and you’re fine with it, taking him to your apartment and peeling each other's clothes off.

Ezra’s hands roamed your body and he spoke nearly the entire time, but you’re not only enamored with him but his voice. It reminds you of honey bourbon, with plenty of kick but dashes of sweetness as he makes you moan, cry and peak repeatedly. He’s tried you out in several different positions, curious to see how he could manipulate your body. Hands traced your numerous curves, folds, and rolls, his experimentation of what was possible to do with you continued. You’re certain that in addition to the sweat, saliva and production of both of your bodies revelry were tears and not just your own. The loquacious reprobate had moments of tenderness in between the bites, bruising and stretching, it would be that was the mention of truth. 

For a night and in a twisted fashion, he did become a better man with you under, over and beside him. 

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, maybe after the fourth or fifth time, but you didn’t see him when you woke up. It was a shame, you at least wanted to tell him goodbye, maybe had the chance to ask if he could come by again. To your surprise, he made coffee and was complaining about the lack of a newspaper and items to make pancakes. Ezra does comment that your coffee is decent though. It set the stage for your relationship with him now that he didn’t just leave that morning.

Nothing is defined. No labels are used outside of different names you call each other lovingly. He had a key to your apartment two months after your first night. It’s been about six months now and you’ve wanted to ask what you are to him, if there are others because there’s no one else for you. Ezra, despite his mysteries and supposed ‘scamp’ status, has been nothing but kind to you when you’re with him. He makes you feel seen and heard, his often dramatic use of language not hiding his affection for you. Is that all you two have? Just an affection toward each other and an affinity for how your bodies connect?

Pondering this while sitting on your couch, it made you think of a conversation you’d had with him about a month ago when he began giving you money on a bi-weekly basis. You assume that however he makes money, you hadn’t asked and it’s either something he’s not proud of, or something he can’t tell you. 

“You don’t have to give me anything Ezra honey. I’m just happy you’re here.”

“I’m well aware you have not asked Angel, that’s why I am offering it to you. I may be a man of little honor but the amount of time I spend here warrants such a gift.”

“We don’t do gifts. I thought we agreed on that. We’re both miserly.” Your light giggle warrants a small chuckle from Ezra.

“Your presence is a gift to me just like every interaction. Don’t argue with me.” He states your name softly. It’s a gentle warning to not refuse him. You nod, kiss him and quickly embrace him. His words had a profound effect on you as they often did. His large hands rubbed your back, arms around you as well.

Ezra has decided to stop by on Valentine’s Day. You two have never discussed it and from your understanding, he likely wouldn’t be interested. Neither would you. It would be just another day, had he not just walked through the door with small bags with hearts on them. The surprise on your face is obvious as he sets them down on your coffee table after removing his boots. 

“Now before conclusions are drawn, they were buy one, get one half off.”

“Why did you think to buy the first one?”

“I wanted to bring you something sweet. Is that not what this day is for?”

“It is, but we’ve never talked about it. I assumed you wouldn’t be interested.”

“Your assumptions are not unfounded. It was you Angel so, I felt I should get something.”

“Thank you. I love the milk chocolate truffles. Ezra, you’re…too good to me.”

He sits down next to you on the couch with a quizzical look, his hand finding a place on your knee, “That my dear Angel I doubt. Why do you think so?”

“It’s…just a fleeting thought. Pay it no mind.” You grab one of the bags and take one of the chocolates, popping it out of its wrapper and into your mouth. The smooth cascade of chocolate hits your tongue and has you moan. Normally Ezra would make a comment about that, but he’s focused again as he periodically has needed to. He’s sure he knows why you’re having such a thought and for all his words, he hadn’t told you what he’d felt when you gave him your key. Your name drops from his lips slowly and your eyes fix on his. Where is this warning coming from?

“Listen. No matter this blasted holiday or any other day, I need you my dearest sweet Angel. In my life and at my side. My delay in telling you this has caused you some undue anguish. Parish those ideas. You are the only one who’s bed I will warm and who I would even consider engaging in this farce of a celebration with. I would have hoped you knew but some things are better said and done.” A tender kiss to your forehead as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs, he then rubbed his nose against yours that had your smile come back.

“This Valentine’s day was the best one yet. Thank you Ezra, for everything. I’m happy to know some of my assumptions were correct.”

“There’s few things that you do that are not correct my bountiful Angel. There may be some merits to this holiday. We’ll need to celebrate again next year to be fully sure.”

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[aurumacadicus]

Crime writer Tony actual assassin bucky,

I am so bad at crime rest in pieces Tony lmao.

Tony sort of... falls into writing accidentally. Rhodey joins a book club in college and Tony joins with him because he's codependent and after the first three books, they read a frankly abysmal adaption of the Black Dahlia murder. Unfortunately, Tony is the best at working out of spite, so as soon as 'man, even I could write a better and more respectful novel than this,' it just sort of... happens. Rhodey is the first person he shows, nervous and antsy. Rhodey has the best poker face Tony's ever seen, even better than Howard and Obie's. He had no idea what Rhodey thinks of it. Finally, Rhodey looks up at him, and he says, "This was really good, but it could be better. I'm giving it to the book club." Tony wails in dismay because he's a perfectionist when it comes to showing things off, but Rhodey drags him to book club kicking and screaming, because they're mostly English majors and they'll have more insight than he does. The book club rips it to shreds, but they tell him exactly why, and his second draft barely has any red marks on it at all when they read it. While Tony's in college, he publishes his novels under a pen name, and his book club are his editors. Once he graduates, he starts publishing under his own name, with part of the proceeds going into two non-profits--a book club and a writers workshop for underprivileged youth.

Bucky's descent into serial killing is not an accident at all. One of his sisters is beaten almost to death by her boyfriend, and when the guy only gets a slap on the wrist by the courts because it's his first offense, Bucky makes him disappear. The only other person who knows is Steve, mostly because they're so close he would have found out anyway. Luckily, the most Steve ever says about it is, "Don't tell me anything. I'm a bad liar." He figures part of it is because Steve had been with him when they'd found his sister bleeding and unconscious on her apartment floor. He'd seen Steve's jaw clench at the hearing when the guy was let off on probation. His rage that the system was failing someone who had almost been murdered by an intimate partner. Steve had decided to throw himself into getting laws changed, harsher sentences. It was slow going. It was probably the only reason he turned a blind eye when Bucky decided to take a more... hands on approach.

Tony and Bucky, miraculously, meet when Bucky sneaks into his apartment. Or, well, "meet." Tiberius had just been let off assault charges simply because he was rich, and Tony hadn't gotten a chance to change the locks because he was in the hospital recovering from being strangled. Bucky had meant to sneak in and kill Tiberius while Tony was still at the hospital, so he'd have an alibi. But apparently Tony had signed out of the hospital against medical advice to avoid the press, and Bucky had snuck into his apartment to find Tiberius backhanding him to the ground. So he simply stepped further into the apartment and snapped Tiberius's neck. Clean. Efficient. Fast enough that Tony, dazed and bleeding from a head wound again, wouldn't realize it. "Let's get you cleaned up," Bucky says gently, helping Tony to his feet. "But Tiberius--" Tony starts, lip bleeding as well. "He's sleeping," Bucky assures him, and helps Tony to the bathroom to clean him up. Calls a friend to come sit with him because he's adamant he's not going to the hospital. Gets him tucked onto the couch with a milkshake and an old sci-fi movie in the background. Grabs Tiberius by the scruff to drag him out. "So dinner? Tomorrow? With me?" Tony slurs, blinking doe eyes at him. "Sure," Bucky agrees, good-natured, and expects to never see him again.

"So," Tony says, tablet and stylus in hand. "What's the easiest way to kill somebody." "We are at my job," Bucky complains immediately, grabbing him by the arm to drag him over to the antique book section. "How did you find me?" "I'm Tony Stark," Tony says, and then, "Also I follow Steve on Instagram and there are pictures of you with him. I asked where you worked and he's a bad liar." "He really isn't, he just panics," Bucky says. He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, and does not mention that the way Tony is checking out his biceps are not subtle. "Why do you follow Steve?" "I like the work he's doing to get more stringent laws for domestic violence," Tony tells him seriously, and Bucky throws his hands up in frustration. "Anyway. Do you wanna go get lunch?" "You watched me k--" Bucky begins, outraged, then swallows it back and takes a deep breath. He glances around to make sure they're still alone, then whispers, "You watched me kill your ex-boyfriend." "He was going to kill me," Tony says, shrugging. "The bar is on the floor." "Jesus Christ," Bucky moans, dragging his hands down his face.

Tony has the self-preservation of a gnat and keeps inviting Bucky out. Bucky is absolutely appalled. He's dangerous. Tony has seen him kill somebody. And he still wants to have dinner? "And raunchy sex that makes me blush when I remember it maybe," Tony offers, shrugging. "Tiberius didn't usually even get me to come." Somehow Bucky is not surprised and yet still incredibly offended on Tony's behalf. "Well, I'm pretty good in bed," he says mulishly, because it's not fair that Tony hasn't had a partner that cared about his pleasure in bed recently. And then somehow he gets locked down into a long-term relationship. He is absolutely stunned. "Tony's like that," Steve tells him, and then, "Actually I'm surprised this didn't happen sooner. Please tell Tony to stop telling me how good you are in bed." "You tell Tony to stop asking me to show him how to kill people for his books," Bucky retorts, and then they both stare at each other, stone faced, as they realize oh. So this is just what Tony's like then.

Bonus: Tony goes back to his old pen name so he can write self-published raunchy romance novels of a writer and his serial killer boyfriend. Bucky is mortified but also aroused. Tony coyly asks him what he'd do in the killer character's position in the bedroom and Bucky is FURIOUS that it gets him horny. It doesn't stop him from showing Tony, though.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #winteriron #tw: domestic violence #tw: domestic abuse #not between tony and bucky tho

[dancingacrossthemilkyway]

The pain is worse some days. This is normal, Jon knows, but the knowledge doesn’t make him feel any better in the moment.

It’s made worse by the fact that it can be such a bone-deep ache that medicine barely takes the edge off. At first, Martin had insisted they go to the doctor on the bad days, but Jon had waved him off. He’s had enough experiences with doctors to know how utterly useless they are for this kind of thing.

Chronic pain has always been his life; this is simply another addition to it.

They’ve carved out a fairly decent life for themselves in their somewhere else. The flat is nothing special but it’s home to them and their two cats. Martin works full-time at the uni library and Jon’s only recently started to dip his toes back into a job. Waiting for a major chest wound to heal took far longer than he expected, and it’s on days like today that he wonders if he shall ever be free of it.

Of the very physical memory that reminds him of the way he betrayed Martin.

It’s only a part-time position in the local library, the public one - he’s quite done with academia, thank you. The pain comes on about an hour into his four-hour shift, an ache at first that has him rubbing absentmindedly at his chest. Then it spreads, crawling like rot to infect each of the marks on his skin - a less-than-subtle reminder of his mistakes. There’s no discernible reason for the worm scars or the slash across his throat to throb as they do, but unfortunately that doesn’t change the sensations themselves. He tenses, muscles taut, which only sets off the muscle spasms in his low back.

He really should go home, he knows this. But it’s only a four hour shift, one he’d agreed to pick up after calling out for a week due to a flare-up of whatever autoimmune disorder his body has chosen to plague him with (he had been in the process of getting tested before Elias beat Leitner and left him bleeding all over Jon’s office). So it’s guilt that keeps him there - the guilt of leaving after so recently agreeing to work, and the guilt of not bringing in any money.

Naturally, he pays dearly for this choice. Every nerve edge is on fire by the time he stumbles through the door of their flat, the noise of a quiet ‘mew’ as grating as that of the din of the bus he’d taken home. Martin waves at him, preparing to stand but Jon simply kicks off his shoes with a shake of his head and staggers to the bedroom. After ensuring both cats are sufficiently locked out he collapses heavily onto the mattress, eyes wet with tears bred by the pain of pushing himself too hard. Everything hurts and his brain is screaming at him in overstimulation. He sends a simple text to Martin (Everything is fine. I am simply in need of some time alone; if you need to come into the room, please make sure the cats remain outside.)

He lays there unmoving for hours feeling nothing but his misery.

Eventually Martin comes to bed, tiptoeing around the room so as not to disturb him. Unnecessary, as Jon is awake, but he appreciates the sentiment. The very way Martin gets in bed is as gentle as possible, and he gives Jon a wide berth. While it hasn’t been this bad before, Jon assumes Martin picked up the true depth of the situation by one simple fact: Jon never forbids the cats from entering the bedroom.

Some indeterminate amount of time passes, Jon getting more restless by the minute. Surely he doesn’t want physical contact, right? The very thought of Martin touching him sets him on edge, and yet the need is there, sparking under his skin. Eventually he finally rolls over and headbutts Martin’s elbow, pressing against it. Martin inhales but doesn’t move, letting Jon worm his way around until forehead is against forearm firmly.

Finally, Jon feels at peace. The pain is still there but his mind quiets, blissfully calming down from a state akin to walking through fire. “Is this okay?” he murmurs, and Martin gives an encouraging hum. Jon presses into him further and eventually falls asleep.

#this is NOT my best work #it’s all telling no showing #but I will vent how I please gdi #posts it here so I can forget it ever existed #TMA #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #jmart #jon sims #milkywaywriting

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Chapter one

Ticci Toby x Reader Nsfw

SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNINGS: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Angst, Abuse, Non-con, Dub-con, Nsfw - Smut, Masturbation, Cockwarming, Kinda yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Kinks, Major Character Death, Anxiety and Panic attacks, Violance, Trauma.

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You were laying on your shared bedroom, waiting for Toby to come back from another mission It’s been five hours you think to yourself, remembering what he said before leaving you in this cold boring room “Don’t worry, i will be ba-back soon bumblebee.”

You two had been dating for almost a year now. He had always been kind towards you, treating as if you could shatter under his touch. Of course there are times when he hurt you in both mentality and physically way but he never really mean to do it.

Not wanting to waste your time doing nothing but staring at the wall and dive inside of your gloomy thoughts you decided to read a book.

Toby came back after hours, he shut the door harshly and locked it, he is mad, you sit on the edge of the bed looking at him must have been a rough mission you thought to yourself. His gaze softened as he looked at you, seeing that you were wearing his hoodie. He approached you tenderly, kneeled down in front of you before hugging your belly burying his face on your lap.

“It had been seven hours” you cooed as your hands run through his messy hair taking out the leafs on that tangled mess wondering how they even get there. “We argued with Tim, Asshole, and almost fai-failed, failed, failed the mission” he hugged you tighter as whimpering. “I miss you” he said finally looking to your face “i miss you too darling” you smile warmly and he kissed those perfect lips of yours.

He stand up as you grabbed his hoodie tightly, wanting things to get naughty. Still he was kissing you innocently.

Dry blood covered hands grabbed your waist, laying you on the bed as he take his place top of you. Soft lips touching your neck, he politely pulled you closer.

Slowly taking all of your clothes off, leaving you naked. Kisses getting rougher each time making you moan his name. You placed your hand on his member above his pants, slovly teasing him and enjoying how hard he gets for you. He take his hoodie off and throw it on the ground. “Y/N…” he mumbled. Rest of his clothes are thrown away carelessly not long after, thats right he was so hard and it was obvious yht he is hardly controling himself. beautiful hazel eyes met with yours. “ if you allow me” Toby, sweetest boy you have ever met, asked for permission kindly, refusing to take it any further without your answer. “Toby, yes”. He looks way more than attractive with that grin.

Toby separate your legs as kissing and playing with your breasts, leaving his love marks everywhere. His other hand slowly rubbing your cilt and then pressing his fingers inside of you in and out slowly just to tease you, driving you mad with pleasure, “Damn bum-bumblebee, i made you this wet already?” He jokingly said not allowing you to finish. Making your cheeks go red. He rubbed his hard member few times before gently pressing it against your entrance, “Ngh..” you hold his arm as he split your cunt with his rock hard cock.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. "Tight." He buried his head on your hair taking you in with deep breaths. "God... Y/N yo-you're so warm inside..."

Getting deeper and harder with each thrust, he started sucking and biting your necck again, making you fill the room with moans not even caring about others to hear you. He is all you wanted tyo have right now, his love is more precious than anything else.

"Darling..." Toby moaned as he changed his position. Grabbing your waist roughly with his bloody hands, he was losing himself again not being able to understand it's hurting you, you almost, almost, whimpered with pain. But then again you were so close to the edge that you couldn't even care about it. It take few pushs and you cummed all over your lovers man sword, and soon after he realised inside of you.

That was a quick joy before sleep, to color both of your dreams.

Toby pulled himself out and lay next to you smiling, giving you a comfortable hug. "Thank you my bee" he kissed your head "you're welcome honey" you smiled "ı like the new, new, new nickname" that was the last thing you remember before passing out.

You wake up by Toby who is hugging you from behind a little too tight, you turned to him hugging him back, trying to calm him by playing with his hair.

Sweet boy finally woke up from the torture. He relaxed as soon as he realise your naked body. "Good morning Toby". He give you a huge warm smile. "Good morning".

Pretty hazel eyes scan your body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt you too much. His smile fade away as his eyes locked on your abused waist. "Bumblebee... ı'm so so sorry" it take so long to convince him that it's okay.

His attractive naked body was cleaned up, out of his other injuries there was something new, something from you, hickeys on his neck and scratches behind his back, you couldn't help but smiled. You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he play with your messed up hair.

It was just like a dream untill someone tried to open the door harshly. “Open the fucking door Rogers!” He yelled aggressively kicking the door, it would be a lie if you say you aren’t scared. Toby sighed with annoyance, “I told you not t-to call me th-that asshole, g-guess your brain is too small to understand even li-little things.” Every word was filled with disgust. You giggled and he winked at you.

Tim started kicking the door outside “i said open the god damn door Toby!” You stare at Toby with anxiety this time. “Ba-bastard…” he leave the warm bed and wear his pants "Stay in bed". He kissed your head before unlocking the door. “What do you want Tim?” Not even allowing for him to open the door fully Tim entered inside, placing his hands on Toby’s neck.

Before you could understand anything your lover was pinned on the ground while being choked to death. “i will fucking kill you!” Tim shouted.

Toby tried to punch and kick him off yet he failed. His ticks were getting worse as he kept cursing, “g-g-get off, off, off son of a bi-bitch, bi-“ not even giving him time to finish Tim grabbed his hair and started banging Toby’s head on the ground wildly. "learn how to speak you ticci bitch." He was acting like an animal.

That was too much, you can’t just stay there and watch this. You get up and grab an empty wine bottle, thanks lord the room wasn’t cleaned up yet, your darlings hazel eyes watching you in panic. He understands.

The sound of shattered glass filled the room, little pieces falling into the ground. It caused Tim to lose his balance. His eyes scan your still naked body with rage “you will regret this little sh-“ he let go of Toby and attack you.

Hopefully there was enough time for Toby to pull himself together and get up. He hold your wrist and pulled you behind him. “Don’t you fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, touch her.” Both of the boys heads were covered with blood yet Toby's conscious was almost gone.

"Give me back my fucking pills Rogers. I told you not to touch my stuff." Tim said. Your boyfriend pulled out the pills Tim asked for, throwing them at the savage man infront of you. "And my drugs too, give them" Toby was losing too much blood. "Jeff got them." Toby replied coldly.

The other man was satisfied to see your lover injured and covered in blood. "wery well." You could feel his eyes on your body as you place Toby on your shared bed.

Turning back to Tim again, you were looking at him full of disgust he ruined your morning "Get out Tim you got what you wanted, now leave us alone." you said. "Not yet sugar but ı will leave this time." His gaze on your breasts, you uncomfortably covered yourself making him giggle at your action. "Behave your toy, Rogers..." and he finally left the room.

Toby kept his silence as you take care of his wounds which made you quiet nervous. He would normally rent about silly things to lighten the mood. There is nothing wrong, he must be having a sudden mood change you think to yourself. “I t-told you to stay in bed.” He broke the silence. “You didn’t think that I would just watch, did you?” You said with a little smile but it only caused him to get angrier.

He was looking at you as if a wolf looking at its prey, filling this little bunny with nothing but fear. “Toby i-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Tell me, darling, didn’t i told you to stay.” There is nowhere you can run bunny, you had already reached the dead end. "yes, but-" he covered your mouth "Shut up. fuck off, fuck off, don't you know wh-what could happen?" the other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. "mgh-"

Thats it, big bad wolf finally hunt the bunny. “Maybe It’s better to show you, agh, you would l-like that wouldn’t you.” He woofed. You know exactly what he is planning to do, Toby knows you overhate it but this never stopped him so far. Bubbles of He pull off his claws. Hazel eyes locked into your teary ones, “N-no, please everything but not that.” You begged.

He stand up and grab some clothes of his, handing them over you with a grin. “You wouldn’t like your clothes to get dirty right?” You hide under the bedsheet trying to ignore him “Cmon sunshine, d-dress up. We’re going out.” Toby cooed.

The silence keeps it easy, keeps you safe for the moment. It’s all over now, so why are you still trembling with fear? Toby placed his hands on your shoulders “Good girl.” He said with a satisfied voice. You couldn’t stop starting at the mess you caused, motionless bodies covered with blood. Toby’s hands slowly slipped to yours, taking his hatchets from you. “You made a huge mess, bumblebee. I w-wasn’t expecting this much.” Soft lips touched your neck.

“I did’t… i-i never wanted t-to…” you cried. Toby turned around, places his hands on your cheeks. “Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears away “i only s-show you how you could end up.” You hugged him and hide your face, there was no sound but your tear drops meeting the ground. A panic attack followed your irregular heartbeats. He didn't mean to broke you this much, no, Toby only wanted to show you what could have happend. "Hey...it's o-okay." strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you safe.

Same feelings swallows you every time. Trying to get out of this mess is pointless, the more you struggle the more you sink in deeper. Your struggles are nothing.

“You tear up every time…” he said as he left kisses on your neck. “Aren’t you h-happy, we are the same.” Toby grabbed your hairs carefully, exposing the neck he kissed. “You’re a murderer just like me, don’t cry.” Toby spoke the truth you didn’t wanted to hear. “Please, home…” you cried. “Alright, bum-bumblebee.”

He walked you to an old felled tree, you two sit side by side. "Don't cry anymore bumblebee, everything is alright now." He said with a sade tone. Your hands were trapped between his, warm and a little bit shaky too. Toby cracked his necks unwillingly, "Fuck! that hurt." his words made you laugh a little bit. Oh, he will never change will he? Both of your laughs echoed among the woods.

Toby left you on your shared room when the sun get placed by the moon, he said he will be back at late and you shouldn’t wait for him, locked the door and take the key with him. So here you are again, trapped in this booring room all by yourself.

You could watch tv or read a book to entertain yourself but you didn’t wanted to, other alternatives to be entertained are masturbating and sleeping but you didn’t wanted to do them either. You left alone to repeat same things whenever Toby locks you, yeah maybe you enjoy it most of the time but when this became a part of your regular day it started to get boring.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader smut #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta oneshot #creepypasta masky #creepypasta hoodie #masky

[cryptid-pet]

Tending To Stiched Scales

Azushin Merman AU Caruki Short Story

Ruki slips a sigh out towards the warmth of the water. The reeking scent of roses and lilacs tinting the large bathroom was paradies not even Kim K could earn herself easily. It had to been two hours in this water basking under dimmed lights and aura of a candles' flickering flame.

This was a first from Carla, probably the nicest he's been to this merman within four weeks. The harsh tips of blades and marks from being cuffed in a chair with no legs to kick with was horrible, the scratches and bruises are what remain to show Ruki's survival through them. Even though this bath was granted, it wasn't as a reward- Like that would ever happen.

Because of how sensitive and fragile mystical creatures of the sea can be, Carla took the time to make sure Ruki would heal faster than normal, which seemed to be working accordingly. Splashing gently and toying with the petals that floated on the surface, how blind could this male be? Nothing felt like home just because Ruki was out of water in a damn tank, he's well aware of that nothing given can be taken as a replacement.

Considering the freedom being provided one day at a time, barely, he's not a free man at the surface like he is in the waters. Shin and Carla still were the dominant figures, nothing more nor less would change. Huffing at the thought left alone, Ruki sinks further in the tub with a head tilting back.

As the door opened, it's only Carla who peeks in. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, straigthfowardly.

"Barely," Ruki replied, purposely splashing water onto the floor knowing he won't be the one cleaning it. "You think pampering me will get me to cooperate with you?"

"Do not make it as more challenging than it must be, you're lucky your probability of death is slim."

Ruki smirks at that, interested. "You know if you killed me you'd me filthy rich, why not go for it?"

Carla didn't have time to talk, he had more lab work to do with Ruki so he didn't want this creature stinking the bathroom any further. Coming over, he casually scans and eyes Ruki.

"You're enjoying yourself too much, Mukami."

"So stop me, I won't get mad."

Only golden eye squint, staring a bit too much at the merman's tail. "You have scars and tears along that thing, submerge it underwater immediately."

"Hooh?" Ruki cocks. "Is that why you added pink salt to the water? For me to burn away my destroyed flesh and scales?"

"Unless you want to be under medication again to numb you up, then you shall listen to what I'm demanding from you."

It's really funny, it is the joke of the hour. Ruki stares with a smug look, it's making Carla want to kill himself already. As expected, a man has to do the labor himself, even when not instructed to.

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With now ten minutes further into the bath, Carla wasn't expecting to be washing Ruki's tail fin for a good while, by force thanks to himself. Now he understands why these creatures are a pain to capture, the sass is high on the raidar. The change in who had control was impressive, since Ruki didn't have to do anything major to make Carla sit in a stool with his tail in his lap.

"Are those probability changes increasing?" Ruki taunts.

Silent, Carla makes eye contact, "Perhaps."

Child's fucking play. This is just mocking Carla at this point, liking getting a black women on her knees to scrub the floor queen. This is very insulting. The water was still clear, though would fog as time passed.

#this is a little sloppy sorry #diahell #diabolik lovers #nixxio text #dialovers #azushin merman au #nixxio story #caruki #carla tsukinami #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #tsukinami carla #nixxio moodboard #diabolik lovers au #diabolik lovers moodboard

[hoshi-tachimiya]

Hi hi! Koi here. I looked around your blogs for a while and noticed that you write about Tsumugi! I'm also a Tsumugi Stan! may I request a Tsumugi x gender-neutral reader where the reader has been over-working themselves and Tsumugi founds them working late at night with eye bags. Comfort and Fluff pls!! It's ok if you don't like this request, I'm really fine with it <3

༊*·˚ Tsumugi Aoba x Reader

Prompt: Comforting an overworked. Word Count: 714. Warning: N/A. Notes: SFW. Gender neutral reader. Established relationship. Message: This writing turned out to lack of something exceptional, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless ♡

Tsumugi seemed to be in a very good mood, excitement was written on his face. A recent major event he handled was a big success, and he almost finished all the work he needed to. All of his hard work for the past few weeks resulted in enough time to unwind until the next stack of paperwork comes. Most importantly, he was looking forward to next day – a special day for you and Tsumugi.

Due to the sheer amount of work, you wouldn't say free time exists in your dictionary. Finding some time to spend together with Tsumugi is even more difficult. Because of that, both you and Tsumugi agreed to mark a day in the calendar. Meetings and everything else must not be scheduled at that day, where it's reserved only for the two of you. No work, no concern, only quality time together.

By the time he finished his tasks, it was almost midnight. You weren't answering his messages, so he thought you must had gone to sleep, but it's quite out of habit for you to not bid a good night first and it made him slightly worried. Nonetheless, he shook off the thought and decided to head back.

Only then he walked past your workspace, trace of lights seeping out from inside the room. Perhaps you forgot to turn off the lights, or you might not have gone to sleep after all. Either way, he made his way to knock at the door twice before opening it.

"[y/n]?"

And there you were, still cooped up with with the papers. You looked up at the sound of your name. "Tsumugi!"

As he approached your desk, you stood up and enveloped him in a hug, burying your face in his chest. Tsumugi immediately wrapped his arms around you in response.

"[y/n]…" he tilted your chin up to have a better look at your face before stroking your cheek gently, right under your eye. "Did you not sleep again…?"

"Ah, this– I can cover it up with makeup later, so no need to worry!"

It was obvious that Tsumugi wasn't assured at all. You know he deeply cares about you, and it invoked a tiny twinge of guilt for making him worry.

"[y/n], we promised to spend today together, didn't we?"

"Yes, of course I remember. I'm sorry, what time would you like to meet up later?"

"I mean, it's past midnight already, and I want to spend this whole 24 hours with you. Let's head back together first, okay?"

Your eyes trailed to the clock in your desktop. Tsumugi was right, the date had already changed into a new day. You let out a sigh.

"I don't want our day to be disturbed, so I have to get everything done first. Besides, I'm not sure if I can just finish everything after… Ugh, this actually takes longer than I thought–"

You felt a tender kiss landed on your eye. While Tsumugi still found you beautiful, he's more concerned about your health. The dark circles under your eyes were solid proof of your lack of sleep. The remains of caffeinated beverages only served as further evidence of you staying up late for who knows how long already.

"Please don't overwork yourself like this. I'll help you with it later, it's okay to take a rest now."

You hesitated a bit before relenting to his touch the moment he brought his hand to your head, stroking it gently while combing through your hair. He left a mental note to offer you a light massage later.

Tsumugi felt you leaning towards himself a bit, your eyes closing as you muttered a small "okay…". He smiled in both relief and satisfaction as he pressed another kiss on your forehead.

Being enclosed in Tsumugi's warmth always felt comforting, enough to plunge you to such a peaceful and dreamy state. Needless to say, it's difficult to release yourself once you've gotten into his embrace.

Fortunately, he wouldn't mind even if you fall asleep right then and there. Even though he did have plans of how you were going to spend the day together, they were highly adjustable based on your preferences. In fact, now he decided to make sure you'll get a proper rest until you're completely refreshed…

#🧁: sweet #📜: palace scriptures #✉️: palace letters #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars fluff #enstars fluff #tsumugi aoba x reader #aoba tsumugi x reader #Thank you for requesting... I'm really really really happy.

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My favorite MDZS fics

not in order cause i don’t think i could rank these if i tried. some i like better than others and you’ll be able to tell by what i say about them.

like speaking to my heart rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

this is basically a “his dark materials” au. everyone has a daemon (an animal physical manifestation of their soul). this is the longest completed mdzs fic on ao3 and took me several months to finish. mostly cause i stopped reading it for a bit. it made me cry from happiness 3 times in a row. its basically a rewrite of canon with a lot of positive changes. from the tags “Canonical Character Death. Some people live! And some people still die in this fic it's just a matter of who STAYS dead and who is really dead ;)”. some of villains are more evil than in canon. without spoiling anything i can say that everything works out in the end. and its a super slow burn about 400k worth of slow burn. the summery is more of an excerpt and is pretty long so i won’t include it.

Everyone's Got a Theory about the Bitter One rating: E warnings: none pairings: Jīn Líng/Lán Sīzhuī

this one is just really sweet, its better than you think it will be

summary: Jin Ling is lucky. He’s always known that soul-names meant nothing. His parents matched, but that hadn’t protected them. They died tragically and young. He never saw Shenshen’s mark, but he knows that Xiao-shushu’s name was Nie, not Qin. They still married. It's better that his soul-name is dead, because he can't afford to be in love with him. He can't be in love with any man, but he definitely can't love a Wen.

the cruelty of fate rating: T warnings: major character death but its only wwx pairings: wangxian

summary: “Wei Ying,” he manages, a breathy croak, and peers past his eyelashes to watch those grey eyes widen. They swirl with more emotions than he can name at the moment- emotions that he has not seen in those eyes for years, and his heart aches further as he watches the other swallow visibly, trembling hands reaching up to tentatively hold his own outstretched one, though they pass through each other like the other is made of mist. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying breathes, and the shadows under his eyes darken as his face scrunches up, looking like he’s about to cry. prompt: The one where your soulmate's ghost haunts you when they die.

read my lips; it was only a kiss rating: E but you could probably get away with M. warnings: none pairings: OT4 juniors

I reread the first zhuiji kiss way too much (and the whole fic too tbh)

summary: Here was the thing. Jin Ling adamantly believed that all of his current problems could be traced back to Wei Wuxian. You know, his uncle who was currently in the body of his other uncle, who exposed his other uncle for his crimes against all of his other uncles— even just thinking about it gave Jin Ling a splitting headache. Or perhaps, it was all Lan Jingyi’s fault. It might have been possible that Jin Ling had spent most of his cultivation conferences sitting in the very back of the room, snickering inconspicuously and writing out hilarious and horrible mini stories with his friends. Stories about the everlasting love of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. See, this was all Lan Jingyi’s idea. Or the one in which the juniors write wangxian fanfiction and make out with each other; or Jin Ling's very bad day (year) caused by all his terrible uncles

your heartbeat, across the grass rating: E but you could easily skip the smut. most of the fic is T or M warning: none pairings: wangxian

summary: AU where A-Yuan is professional footballer Lan Wangji's biggest fan, and his babysitter Wei Wuxian wants nothing more than to forget his days as the photographer of their school football team, calling out to the captain from the stands just so he'd look around at him.

this mattress is a desert island rating: E but could also skip the smut and the other bits are mostly T pairings: wangxian

the title does not give credit to how amazing this fic is. i really think it’s one of my favorite mdzs fics i’ve read. it was so fluffy and so sweet. my heart was beating so fast. it’s like what if wangxian were not idiots during cloud recesses and it was omegaverse. i was really into omega verse and this just hit the spot perfectly. the courting is so sweet.

summary: Now, several months into his stay at the Cloud Recesses, he has a very good nest, even better than the one at home. It has something special, something his nests have never had before. An alpha’s scent. Or; Lan Wangji’s robes keep disappearing mysteriously. Wei Wuxian’s nesting habits may have something to do with it.

turn toward the sun rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

lwj being very horny for wwx for 20k words, there’s only sex at the end but there’s sexual content throughout and its very sexually charged considering the setting.

Summary: Every student of House Mandrake is assigned a study partner, a counterpart from House Valerian. Lan Wangji suspects, with some outrage, that he's been given the troublemaker. Kushiel's Legacy fusion, you don’t need to know anything about those books except for what is explained in the authors note.

and time is but a paper moon rating: M warnings: graphic depictions of violence pairings: wangxian and qingxicheng (Wēn Qíng/Jiāng Chéng/Lán Xīchén)

i read the first chapter and i was already so happy and it just got better from there and now at the end i am crying and please for the love of jiang cheng please read this. everyone who deserves happiness gets it and everyone who does not dies. i’m gonna go reread the first couple chapter now. i reread this whenever im reading a particularly sad or angsty mdzs fic and i just want some fluff and some happiness. basically just the best time travel fix it out there. wwx does a spell that makes him start from the beginning of his life with all the memories he has now. which is all of canon and then some. everything works out and no one suffers any meaningful damage. its the 5th most popular mdzs fic on ao3

how to be a heartbreaker rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

So good! I love sugar baby fics but I cannot stand daddy kink stuff. This barely has a daddy kink and it was fine for me. I really like fics like this where it’s a slow burn but they’re still together for a lot of the fic. This feels like a slow burn even though it’s really not.

summary: “Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced. He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening. He fell for it. A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel. “Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?”

try a little tenderness rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

summary: "Wei Ying, have you never heard of aftercare?" Mutely, Wei Ying shakes his head. He has learned of many things, from all his guys. The word care has never been included. In response to a kink meme prompt: sub wwx who hasn't had a good dom before meets dom lwj. The story of three nights and a morning.

one good thing rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

I didn’t cry but the twist and the bonding really makes this fic. I highly recommend.

summary: Wei Wuxian has been haunting his childhood home for three years. He's perfected the fine art of scaring away all the tenants, and has grown used to living with the dying flowers in the garden as his only company. When Lan Wangji buys the house, Wei Wuxian fully intends to drive him off too. Except Lan Wangji is beautiful, and interesting, and captivating company - even if he supposedly doesn't know Wei Wuxian exists.

hunters seeking solid ground rating: E warnings: none pairings: wangxian

this might be my most reread mdzs fic, not all of it but parts of it, especially the beginning. there’s some angst that i tend to skip over. I dont know if I’m just going thought it right now but I cried multiple times while reading this fic. Which is impressive cause its not even that long. But my heart was clenching but entire time and i cried so much. And it really broke but then it put me back together again. Cause wei ying has gone though so much shit but at least he still has lan zhan who loves him so much. There’s so much physical non sexual intimacy and that part was just so nice.

summary: “Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

a little note for the summary its not wangji asking wei ying to come back to gusu with him. It becomes apparent when it happens but i found that a bit confusing. I really dont think this is a spoiler but It’s the juniors

build me no shrines rating: M warnings: none but there is a pretty graphic depiction of drowning in chapter 2 pairings: wangxian

I’ve been reading so many canon divergent with essentially the same plot of canon. And its gotten pretty boring because i already know what’s gonna happen so its nice to read a post canon fic where i dont know what’s going to happen and theres actually a plot I’m invested in. Plus this one was very good. It’s the same “wangxian are idiots who are so in love they can’t see the other is also so in love with them” thing but i really liked this.

summary: Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, 'I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry. Please send aid, Hanguang-jun, this humble one begs you.' Well, my curiosity is certainly piqued." A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation. In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.

a stone to break your soul, a song to save it rating: M warnings: none pairings: wangxian

its long but i promise its worth it. it’s the most popular mdzs fic on ao3. the title is not a metaphor.

summary: When the entire cultivation world turns against Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng comes up with a plan to save him and arranges a marriage between his brother and the Second Jade of Lan, Lan Wangji.

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts rating: T warnings: none pairings: wangxian

pretty sure this was the first mdzs fic i’d ever read and what a great first fic.

summary: Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?” “Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.” “There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly. In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's... surprisingly effective. its the 3rd most popular mdzs fic on ao3

i got rid of the formatting of the summaries to try and make this shorter. sorry if that makes some of them confusing.

#mdzs #mdzs fic rec #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #fanfic #fanfic rec #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #lan wangji #wei wuixan #wei ying #lan zhan #lan sizhui #jin ling #jin rulan #a yuan #a-yuan #ayuan #wen yuan #lan yuan #wangxian #zhuiji #smut #fluff #angst

[utsuboh]

shock the heart is such a fun spell, and i haven't change a lot about it. but i do feel it's got a few too many stipulations that make it a bit boring. so here's what we know about it- and what i've adjusted. this is one pretty major point where my canon divergence comes into play ☝️

it can only work if you look at / into his left eye, while the spell is active. seems like a very easy solution doesn't it? just don't look. but jade doesn't talk about his UM and even gets on his brother for mentioning it. so he can usually slip this into any conversation with relative ease. since almost no one knows about it. and yes, it is...kind of a hypnotism. leaning a bit further into compulsion, rather than mind control. which makes it a little easier to fight against. yes, people with powerful magical resistance can fight it . but while someone who falls entirely under jade's influence might not remember what happened-- another who can push back will remember the encounter entirely. and they can be vague about how they answer, leaving jade with only half of what he wants. there are a few who can negate the effect entirely; malleus being a good example, as well as his brother-- who's UM can cause his to effectively "miss" the mark. jade can still only use this on a person once. but it has to take effect or "latch" onto the target for it to count against him. if it fizzles, it's essentially taken as him not casting it at all. the feeling of this spell working, is different from person to person, but generally has a similar brain - fog feeling all around. and for those who do push back against it, the feeling is kind of jarring, and gives him away. the effectiveness once it's taken hold is 100%. like i said, people who can fight back are able to give a vague answer. but anyone under it's effect must speak the truth to jade.

the way jade uses the spell is very...particular. he is very aware of the rules regarding his UM. and shock the heart is guaranteed to always take hold, when the target is in a weakened emotional state. quite convenient, when you already revel in the discomfort and misfortune of others. so generally speaking, he uses it either: when he knows someone is in a state of mind they'll be caught in it. or when azul asks him to use it for some kind of gain or need.

when using shock the heart, jade can ask multiple questions; up to three max. and he has to be fairly specific or clear in what he's asking for.

using his UM without a magestone can be quite risky. as the spell itself does accrue quite a bit of blot after a single use. with the magestone, the amount is negligible, but without it the difference is pretty big. so he's careful about using his UM without one...

#two faced sycophant; slippery as an eel. ( headcanon ) #phew this got lengthier than intended #anyway #poses at the dash #i think he's just neat!

[utsuboarchive]

shock the heart is such a fun spell, and i haven't changed a lot about it. but i do feel it's got a few too many stipulations that make it a bit boring. so here's what we know about it- and what i've adjusted. this is one pretty major point where my canon divergence comes into play ☝️

it can only work if you look at / into his left eye, while the spell is active. seems like a very easy solution doesn't it? just don't look. but jade doesn't talk about his UM and even gets on his brother for mentioning it. so he can usually slip this into any conversation with relative ease. since almost no one knows about it. and yes, it is...kind of a hypnotism. leaning a bit further into compulsion, rather than mind control. which makes it a little easier to fight against.

yes, people with powerful magical resistance can fight it . but while someone who falls entirely under jade's influence might not remember what happened-- another who can push back will remember the encounter entirely. and they can be vague about how they answer, leaving jade with only half of what he wants. there are a few who can negate the effect entirely; malleus being a good example, as well as his brother-- who's UM can cause his to effectively "miss" the mark.

jade can still only use this on a person once. but it has to take effect or "latch" onto the target for it to count against him. if it fizzles, it's essentially taken as him not casting it at all. the feeling of this spell working is different from person to person, but generally has a similar brain - fog feeling all around. and for those who do push back against it, the feeling is kind of jarring, and gives him away. the effectiveness once it's taken hold is 100%. like i said, people who can fight back are able to give a vague answer. but anyone under it's effect must speak the truth to jade.

the way jade uses the spell is very...particular. he is very aware of the rules regarding his UM. and shock the heart is guaranteed to always take hold when the target is in a weakened emotional state. quite convenient, when you already revel in the discomfort and misfortune of others. so generally speaking, he uses it either: when he knows someone is in a state of mind they'll be caught in it. or when azul asks him to use it for some kind of gain or need.

#old repost.... my fave tbh #i love that the comic has confirmed my hc for how it looks #hehehehehe #headcanon. / 🐬

[kirrka]

My reflections on how important self-control is

Many things have been happening lately. Some of them left question marks and appeared in a flash of thoughts at midnight.

A friend of mine just held his wedding after converting to Catholicism not so long ago. It's the same person who appeared to be bothered and gave me a kind of annoying comment on my 2nd account (which of course was something very unnecessary and inappropriate) after I decided to post a photo of mine without my hijab (headscarf). His response, alongside many people in my circle at that time, somehow blocked me from choosing any further steps to fully show my hair in public. They made me think that wearing my hijab was the best option I had, even though I no longer felt the connection and pride from wearing it since long ago. He, just like the majority of people in my society, became the reason why I blame myself for years and hid under the blanket of hypocrisy just to make sure they still like me, even if that means I became a completely different person in front of them.

Now, looking back at those moments, I pity myself for ever considering their opinions as something predominant. As if I don't have enough courage to show up as someone proud being able to confidently decide her thoughtful personal choices. Besides the fact that I'm getting better at knowing my worth, I also growing the kind of thought that there will ALWAYS be that kind of person who minds other people's business and talks behind your back as their hobby. Now I understand how important is to maintain a healthy distance from everyone, even from the one you consider as your closest friend. My mindfulness exercise also helps me to grow more self-control and empathy so that I won't find myself talking about other people's shit in my free time. Let me talk about the traumatizing moment after removing my headscarf in another post.

The old 'always-put-other-people-opinions-first' Moli had over it. Even tho I admit I'll never forget his action that contributes to putting my confidence in a very low spot. I'm truly happy for him now. I even envy him for being brave enough to do something that is considered by the majority here as atypical (while I'm here thinking why everyone is so obsessed and overreacting when religion is a very personal choice to be respected and conversion is just a matter of changing your way to communicate with God, isn't it?). The one that bothered me was the fact that everyone I know seemed to be startled by how much he has changed over these 2 years (well, not surprising that among all his transformations, they emphasize the conversion issue). As someone who was trapped in the conversation (or call it gossiping, shall we?) I do really want to either interrupt them to change the subject or told them politely that his relationship with his God was truly none of our business. All the responses led me to contemplate about how they perceived me as a being. I can't help but wonder what's their raw judgment of me when I'm not around, remembering that I also made a radical action to fully remove my headscarf and I knew that was something quite shocking for everyone, yet not so many were ever given much of their thoughts about that in front of my face (well, I don't necessarily need that tho, so thanks).

It's mortifying to know that people are still uneducated and ignorant about boundaries. And funny to say a lot of people still don't understand that people change easily, just exactly like they're experiencing, without them realizing it. The imagery of the stubbornness of some people who seem to enjoy imposing their viewpoints on others sickens me. As if they believe it's their moral obligation to 'fix' everyone that chooses a different path from them.

I think it's time for us to accept the fact that every person has their own compass of what they perceived as 'right and wrong'. Grow this mindset so that you won't be easily triggered to pass a sudden judgment on everything you see within bare eyes. Sometimes we get busy judging others but forgot that we only understand from our level of perception. Even eyes can trick you when you only see from one perspective.

Wed, 11 May 2022 | 2.30 A.M

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

————

Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

—————

Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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[suna-reversed]

HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

---------nsfw below cut!----------

It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

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