#I am still the provider of cuddles while things are rough

[themeeplord]

Slow morning~

Y/N: “Are you planning on letting me leave any time soon?”

Sun/Moon: *Low rumbling* “No~”

Y/N: “I’ll give you 5 more minutes.”

Sun/Moon: “10..”

Y/N: “Aaalright~”

Sun/Moon: *Loud purring*

@naffeclipse hehe, cuddles >:3

#I am still the provider of cuddles while things are rough #I think we all wanted some cuddles after the latest chapter #I know I wanted and NEEDED it! #YES. THE BOYS ARE HUGE. I like drawing them that way XD #fnaf sb au #cryptid au #cryptid sightings #cryptid!sun #cryptid!moon #art #my art

[mysacredmuse]

Heyy, could i perhaps request some hc's with aventurine and nightmares? Seeing how his past was so rough, i can only imagine he has nightmares frequently, and i wonder what he would do if his s/o caught him having one. I also sometimes think; would he perhaps not initiate living together because of his nightmares, not wanting to show his fragility? Thank you, i love your writing!

yes, of course!! I would love to write this for you :) I definitely agree and as someone who also has nightmares almost every night, this was interesting to write :) as for not living together, quite possible. I definitely also feel like he would have some trouble and shame to let his partner witness such a "weak" or an "embarrassing" moment of his vulnerability :/ and thank you so much !! I am so glad to hear that, you are very kind :) <3

alexa play class of 2013 by mitski (or any mitski song tbh)

aventurine & nightmares, mentions of slight panic attack, written with gender neutral reader in mind, angst & fluff, spoilers (?)

dividers by @/cafekitsune :)

his nightmares used to be much more frequent before he met you. Now, he has them occasionally, but they are intense nonetheless. At first, he doesn't tell you about them in fear of looking weak or stupid for being still affected by everything regardless of gaining so much with you and on a personal level. Which is also why when he spends the night over, he makes sure for you to fall asleep first and he doesn't get much sleep himself, worried about possible nightmare occurring

eventually, as the topic of living together gets brought up, he is quite hesitant to make a move about it. You don't take it to heart, but he becomes even more worried that you might think it's something he doesn't desire, so he opens up slightly to you. He explains that he has nightmares from time to time that can be a bit hard to deal with and he doesn't want you to feel pressured into comforting him or responsible to take care of him in such moments

truth to be told, you knew and expected such thing. The way he lived was a life worse than a slave, stealing the light in his eyes for a good time before he looked at you. You reassure him that it would never be an issue and that the two of you are in this together, nor he could ever be perceived as weak by you in any shape or form which gives him some peace

so, the two of you finally move in together, enjoying all the things that couples usually do as they arrange their living space. The comfort and excitement of buying new things, decorating the space to fit both of your tastes really pushes back his fears and nightmares...for a while, that is

the first couple of times are a bit less intense nightmares, mostly accompanied by him twitching and shaking in his sleep from which he wakes up fairly quickly afterwards. Those usually don't wake you up, so he just leaves to get some fresh air, trying to contain himself and calm down in order to be able to sleep a bit more peacefully. Usually, he cuddles up closely behind you after those, the warmth and closeness of your body providing enough comfort for him to fall asleep again

however, the first time that a more intense nightmare occurs - it wakes you up. He mumbles and talks in his sleep, a bit louder as his body becomes quite shaky and tense. You can't quite catch everything, but you can make out that he talks about his mom, asking where is she, talking about an older sister - each question bringing more panic into his body. He finally wakes up with a chain of sharp gasps as his hand wraps around his throat, the nightmare reminding him of the heavy chains that once used to mark his neck

he gasps for air, fingers tracing to his tattoo as his eyes become wide in the aftermath of panic. You slowly settle next to him, gently making him aware of your presence as you try not to startle him. He turns his head, eyes glistening with light tears as he meets your gaze filled with worry. He swallows, turning away from you as a weak voice apologizes for waking you up

"You should go back to sleep..it's nothing, really." he whispers weakly, clearing his throat as his shaky hand remains on his neck, slightly picking on the tattoo.

You pause for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts as you speak carefully.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. I do not pity you if that's what you worry about. Of course that I feel sad that you have to go through this, but I do not pity you or deem you as weak." you tenderly reassure, hand falling on his bare back, trying to provide more comfort.

"I did say that we are going to handle this together and I meant it." you whisper, slightly leaning towards him.

he finds some comfort and peace in your words. He just nods, teary eyes finally gazing at you as his head falls onto your chest. First couple of times are like this as you try not to overstep the boundary or make him feel forced to talk about anything. Some nights are harder than the others as the nightmares are more violent such as the hot metal marking his neck forever, leaving him to sob on your lap. Some nights you prepare the tea for him to help him fall asleep more easily and he usually asks you to play with his hair until he does so

every time after that, he begins opening up more. He tells you about the nightmares and when the specific event happened. A lot of his memories are hazy, but talking to you allows him to also remember some good times, regardless of the heavy pain coating those moments. He talks to you about his mother and father, his sisters and brothers, friends and people he remembers. The pain will never go away completely, but talking about his experiences to you helps him greatly. Especially because he gets to speak about his family and get a sense of honouring them while doing so, feeling a bit more like a normal person during those times and making his own head a bit more nicer place to be at, all while he receives endless support and reassurance from you :)

#aventurine x reader fluff #aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #aventurine angst #aventurine x yn #aventurine x you #hsr angst #hsr fluff #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #muse's writings

[kissesforsatoru]

I got this idea from your last post, it was so good!! how would gojo and sukuna react to you being sore from sex that you can barely/can’t walk the next day?

𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . gojo x reader, sukuna x reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . gojo and sukuna reacting to a sore darling the morning after (follow up to this post)

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes

gojo ;

gojo is absolutely elated for two reasons. one: you just look so cute cuddled up in bed all day 'cause your legs hurt too much to go anywhere. and two: you're forced to completely depend on him for a couple of day, and gojo couldn't ask for a better scenario than that.

you get super needy and and just perfectly pliant. you'll let him practically do anything that he wants while you're in this weakened state, as long as he's not in the mood for more sex cause you can't handle any more of that right now.

he gets really doting, kissing your thighs and lips softly, gently caressing your body, and holding you close when you fall asleep in his arms while you two were cuddling. he likes to carry you around the house in his arms and set you on his lap in the living room so you can watch movies together.

he's just generally really soft, but he'll still tease you a bit 'cause he's an asshole. maybe he'll pit the water you requested in a place he knows you can't get to, and when you whine at him he'll just act like he forgot you were in pain. he'll make snide little remarks about you not being able to walk too.

"was i too rough last night, baby? you poor thing, what're you gonna do if you can't walk, hm?"

i also think that gojo would make you immobile on purpose 'cause he just loves it so much when you have to depend on him. honestly it also kind of gives him an ego boost. like, he fucked you so good that you can barely walk.

sukuna ;

sukuna is a lot less gentle than gojo the morning after. in fact, he's kind of mean about it, maybe even a little annoyed. at least that's how he acts.

when you tell him you can't walk he'll scoff and tell you to suck it up, then he'll walk away. it hurts you a little, but you roll over to curl up in a comfortable position so you can go back to sleep. when you wake up you'll find a pill and a glass of water with a note under it that says it'll help with the pain.

he won't really take care of you like gojo does, but he makes sure that you're basic needs are met while you're unable to care for yourself. food, water, medication, he'll even provide you with something to entertain yourself with.

maybe he'll come lay down in bed with you, ask you how you're feeling and then just sit there awkwardly next to you. you'll ask what he's doing and then he'll go back to the mean facade.

"am i not allowed to sit in my own fucking bed? don't question me, brat."

you find his twisted attempt at concern and care a little endearing, but you think that it could still use a lot of work. you don't point that out though, 'cause sukuna might actually end up not taking care of you if you tease him in that way.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere thoughts #yandere themes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere jjk #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere sukuna #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere sukuna x reader

[sasholotl]

okay, so here I am, consumed by an AU where Robin is a werewolf and Nancy is her very human girlfriend. so, got some headcanons, I guess. You can call it word vomit at this point. also, if anyone’s interested, I might try to write for it

- Robin has been turned into a werewolf when she was nine years old. She doesn't like talking about it, and sometimes, at night, she still has nightmares about it. Most of her memory of the attack is blurry though.

- Being a werewolf while being clumsy is not something that adds very well. Robin's body is adorned by many scars, some small and some big enough to be insecure about. The one between her neck and shoulder is the worst but there's also one against her ribs that makes her cringe everytime she sees it (Nancy makes it her job to kiss them all and show Robin that she is not disgusted at all).

- Steve is the first to know. One particularly rough night, Robin – as a wolf – comes into Steve's house and hides there until morning comes. No need to say that Steve is absolutely scared shitless by the wolf roaming around in his house. Cue to a very embarrassing explanation in the morning where Robin ends up borrowing Steve's clothes. After the shock dissipate, Steve is very supportive (''This is insanely cool Buckley ! Can you turn at will ?'', ''God you're a dingus. For the record, yes I can.'').

- The rest of the party – Nancy included – discovers when Robin turns into a wolf to rip into the demodog chasing Max. The reactions are mixed. Most of them are terrified – but also awed -  but they all come around to accept it at one point (still, Robin doesn't think the pain of seeing them recoil from her is something that will ever go away. If Steve hadn't been there to calm them all, things would have gone south).

- Robin is a furnace. Both in human and wolf's form. Nancy cannot sleep with Robin in her bed in the summer because Robin is also very clingy. But Nancy doesn't love her girlfriend more than when it's freezing and Robin is there to provide warmth. Robin has stopped counting the times where Nancy just sick her frozen hands on her belly.

- Robin actually likes being a wolf. She finds it a relief from her human body when everything feels too much. When she's a wolf, she can just cuddle in silence with Nancy while her girlfriend works on her journal.

- Robin as a wolf is massive. Bigger than a regular wolf. Actually, she's big enough to drown Nancy in fur when she lays on her.

- Nancy thinks Robin looks awesome in her wolf form until she sees Robin trip and fall down the stairs. Watching a wolf big enough to eat her fall down is comically ridiculous. Since then, Nancy doesn't waste an opportunity to tease Robin (even though she still thinks her girlfriend looks magnificent as a wolf).

- Being a werewolf is like having a very messy and obnoxious roomate. Except it's in Robin's head. And her roomate is a wolf. Still, most of the time, it feels like she's herself until something triggers the wolf. One notable example is that one time Robin was lounging on Nancy's bed while her girlfriend's hands were buried in her hair and the sudden urge to roll over and show her belly to Nancy to get scratches was so overwhelming that Robin had to get up. (''Robin ? What's wrong ?'', ''You promise not to laugh if I tell you ?'', ''Promise.'', ''I, uh, suddenly wanted you to scratch my belly ?'', ''…'', ''Nance ! You said you wouldn't laugh !'')

- Robin cannot eat chocolate otherwise she feels like she's dying.

- Despite the numerous depictions of werewolves being possessive and jealous, Robin is not quite like that. In fact, she can become jealous, but just over the dumbest shit ever. Like that one time Nancy gave her unfinished meal to Mike. When she had turned to Robin, her girlfriend had stared at her with the most pitifying look ever. Or that one time Nancy  had visited Dustin with Steve, and she had come back with cat's fur all over her shirt. She then had to watch Robin carefully rub herself on her shirt until all cat fur had been eliminated and remplaced by her own fur. The teasing had been relentless that day.

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #this is like extremely specific #but i just feel like Nancy would like having a fluffy werewolf as her girlfriend #and Robin deserves to have her head scratched

[whereisten]

No Overnight Stays (m)

Summary: you’re an escort assigned to a different man for each day of the week. The rules are simple and strict, the money is grand, and simply put, you enjoy your job. But what happens when you start to develop feelings for one—or maybe two—of your clients?

Pairing: Female reader x Mark (x Jaehyun)

Genre: sugar baby!reader, smuttttt, a little fluff and a dash of angst :/ sorry, love triangle

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, descriptive smut (breast fondling, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, facial, threesome, cream pie, impregnation kink, dirty talk, sir kink, hair pulling and spanking, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), rough sex) I hope that’s it lmaooo

Word Count: 5.5K

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A man for every day of the week. That was your agreement with your escort agency. They’d set up your schedule so that you’d “belong” to one man for a specific day of the week. 

Some days you’d have sex with them, some days you were just their company or a place for them to go when they got tired of their spouses.

But either way, you were paid very handsomely for your services. All you had to do was have your phone on and make sure you were available to provide the services asked of you within the hour. They all had keys to your apartment, so they could let themselves in and wait if you weren’t there.

It was easy and luckily for you, the men you dealt with were all young business men that respected you. Some were rough and demanding, some were soft and shy, but they all made sure you were comfortable with their requests and granted you a safe word. Furthermore, the agency provided you with emergency buttons for you to place in every room, just in case one of your clients got out of hand.

Tonight, you had just finished up with Yuta, an incredibly handsome man that was away from his wife back home in Japan for a 6 month job venture. A pal of his suggested the agency to him so that his needs would be satisfied while he was away from home and based on his preferences and desires, you were his top choice.

He was kind and careful, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fingered you and got you ready. He treated you like you were his wife, and you often felt your face become warm. But when he was inside you, he pushed deep and hard, making sure his hips met with your ass as he bent you over the table.

“Ahh fuck..” he curses while releasing himself into you and tugging on your hair harshly.

He pants and pulls himself out, watching as his cum mixed with yours leaks down your shaking legs.

“Did you eat?” He asks, zipping his pants as he watches you pull your panties back up.

“No not yet, but I have some leftover spaghetti that is calling my name.”

You move your hair out of your face.

“I can grab something for you before I leave..what would you like?” Yuta shimmies his jacket onto his toned body.

He was always sweet like this, unlike some men that just left.

“Ohh—Hmm...there’s a place—“ you started but his phone interrupted you.

“Oh..I’m sorry..it’s her..” He looks up at you slowly and you can see the regret fall on his face. He really loved his wife, he couldn’t help but feel guilty sometimes.

“I-I have to go.”

He turns to leave and you walk behind him to lock the door.

“Hey hun! I just left work!” His voice echoes in the hallway.

You sigh and walk to your bathroom with a slight limp. Yuta always stretched you out and left you aching slightly, but you knew it was something a little warm water would fix.

While you stood under the hot water like a sinner bathing in hell, you thought about your life. Were you really happy? Sure, the easy money you made and the “free” upscale apartment you lived in were amazing. How could you ask for more?

Well that’s just the thing, your heart didn’t care about these material things sometimes, it wanted a person. Someone that would love you, really love you. However, with a lifestyle like this, how could you expect to find a partner that would be okay with it? How could you devote time to them?

You shook your head and stepped out of the grand shower.

You poured yourself some wine and sat by yourself on the couch. It was a typical night for you. When all the fun was over, you were alone.

———

[The Next Day]

You went grocery shopping when Mark dinged you on the agency’s app. He’d be at your apartment soon so you needed to wrap things up and get back.

Mark was possibly your favorite client. The young single man was very gentle and always asked what you wanted to do. Of course, he knew that he wanted to have sex and that’s what he paid for, but he didn’t feel comfortable with handling your arranged situation that way.

Some days you’d just watch a few movies or go for coffee together. Some days he’d show you new restaurants or museums while you hung onto his arm like an actual girlfriend. He wasn’t afraid to bring you with him anywhere because the truth was that he wanted you to be his...and not just in the sexual or physical way. He wanted to date you.

Having been so consumed with work all the time, he found that you were one of the few things that made him relax and be happy, he could experience life with you and he was incredibly thankful for that.

“Hey Mark!” You struggle to get into your apartment with both arms filled with bags.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He rushes over from the dining table and to the door to help you in.

After settling all of the bags onto the table, he chuckles. “So I take it you don’t like making two trips?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No..absolutely not. I don’t wanna waste precious time that I could be spending with you.” You teased him and stepped closer.

You held out your arm and flexed it, embarrassingly enough, no muscles showed through. “Plus, can’t you see how strong I am?”

Mark laughs out and leans forward to kiss you.

He holds your face in his hands like you were made of glass, gently caressing your cheeks as your tongue dances with his.

Your arms wrap around his waist so you feel his warm chest on yours. Your eyes shut immediately and you smelled his fresh cologne, like cotton.

He pulls away, kissing your forehead as you regain your steady breathing.

“What do you want to do today?”

Your heart races at his question. You wanted to cuddle, to just be with someone and feel loved. But that would be pushing the terms and conditions.

You search your apartment to avoid his gaze, but he knew you were deep in thought, his kiss had sent your mind into a wild frenzy. What did it mean when an escort was affected by such measly things? 

“Come on..don’t think too hard now, tell me what’s the first thing that came into your mind?” Mark leans forward to whisper low into your ear. His voice, deep and husky, makes you even more confused.

You finally look up at him and sigh. “Ahh Mark, you make me feel..” You shake your head.

Were you about to be honest with him and tell him about your growing crush?

His eyes grow and a smile creeps across his face.

“Like sleeping..” You look down again, never seeing his face fall.

“Oh, dude..am I that boring?”

You chuckle and look back up at him to see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

You shake your head and press your hand onto his chest. “No-No, you’re not..it’s just..”

“Y/n...why do you keep looking at me like that?” Mark knew there was something else you wanted, he could see the doubt in your eyes, the internal struggle you faced was coming to the surface. He also knew you drank the night before based on the empty bottle of wine in the living room.

“I-I don’t know,” You chuckle and step away from him. “Maybe I’m still a little hungover. I’m sorry.”

You start to take your things out of your bags. “Help me out, will you?” You pout.

Mark chuckles and takes the bread out of the bag. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You’re the one that asked me what I want to do.”

He sighs. “Okay, touché. But after this, we’ll cuddle and sleep since you’re tired and/or hungover.”

Yeah, it was 6 in the evening, but Mark was just happy to be with you.

“Sounds good.”

After you put everything away, you took Mark to your room and sat him down on the bed.

You took his hoodie off over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. You ran your fingers through it, watching as his wide eyes gazed up at you like you were an angel.

He places both hands on either side of your waist, watching as you unbutton your cardigan in front of him slowly. Mark grows hotter and hotter with each button coming undone, a slight sliver of your beautiful, soft skin growing into your naked chest drives him crazy.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist as he brings you down onto his lap. He wastes no time, latching into your nipple and sucking it. His tongue flicks across the nub while your hands run through his scalp, causing a low groan to escape his body.

He aches for you, his member strains against his sweatpants. You feel it press onto your jeans as you also get hot. With the way Mark’s spit coats your breasts, you’re sure you’d be showing through your jeans how aroused you are soon enough.

Your room becomes steamy suddenly, the two of you filling it with moans and whimpers as he massages your breasts.

“B-baby..I want you..” You whine and grind down onto him. 

Mark loves when you call him that while begging for more.

He places you down onto the bed, helping you take your jeans off as your mouth falls open.

He drags your panties down your legs slowly, teasingly.

“Baby..please..”

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He raises an eyebrow as he pries your legs open and moves his face to the space created.

He focuses on your heat, licking his lips when he sees how wet you are already.

��Yeah..but..” your sentence is cut short when he licks a long stripe along your entrance.

“Mark!” You yelp as his tongue surprises you.

He kisses the inner skin of your thigh while still gripping the crooks of your knees. “Yes, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop? Does the little baby want to sleep?”

He asks with a mocking tone, but not without brushing two digits over your clit. You gasp and flinch under him.

“You’re so cruel..” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll just fuck you to sleep if that’s what you want.”

He says before pushing his fingers in harder, finding that fleshy spot instantly as your legs widen more. He kisses your bud while looking up at you through dark eyes.

“Am I the best one?” He asks innocently, fingers still pumping in and out of your soaking entrance.

“Y-yes..” you immediately answer without thinking, your mind solely focused on the building tension in your stomach.

He moves his head up and down as he licks your clit. He just needs to apply a bit more pressure and you’ll be in the clouds.

You intertwine your fingers with locks of his luscious brown hair and arch your back.

“More baby, please.”

“Oh look at you begging..” he breathes against your aching pussy.

He fingers pump harder and caress that one spot that he knows will have you reeling in just a few minutes.

“You know..I think you should just be mine..will you be mine?”

He says in between kisses on your clit.

And you’re so close, all you can do is nod and whimper.

You lick your lips while looking at the gorgeous man in between your legs. He locks eyes with you as his tongue works wonders on your core when combined with his fingers.

You clench around him from the sight. He chuckles and cracks a smile at how easily you fall apart. But he doesn’t let you experience the so desperately needed orgasm you need. He withdraws his fingers, a pop echoes into the room. 

“Mark?!” You cry out at the sudden emptiness.

Mark mimics your pout and hovers over you.

“Why don’t you answer my question first?”

You caress his face and lick your lips. “Can we talk about this later?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a simple question, y/n. I know you feel it too.”

He was right, you did feel a connection with him, but you couldn’t let him know that. You could lose your job.

“Mark..” you whisper low as you bring his face closer to yours. You lock eyes with him, your gaze shifting from an innocent one to one that is filled with lust and fire.

“The only thing I want to feel right now is your cock..I just want to feel it so deep in my silky, wet pussy.”

He swallows hard as you push your body up slightly to rub your entrance against his crotch.

“Come on, baby..fill me up...I won’t let a single drop escape”

Mark can’t take your lustful words any longer. He pushes his prior thoughts to the side and focuses on easing his painfully hard cock.

He immediately pushes his waistband down and looks into your eyes as he pushes into you. You moan as you feel completely satisfied by his long and girthy cock filling you up and touching all parts of your velvety walls instantly.

He watches your head fall into the pillow behind you and kisses your neck.

“God..I hate the way you make me so fucking horny that I forget what I was even asking..”

It was a lie, Mark knew exactly what he was asking, but decided to push it away since you wouldn’t give in to him.

He rarely cursed when he was with you, a part of you felt that you had awoken something deep within him so you decided to push him along further. He thrusts into you slowly and gently like he usually did. Mark was your typical vanilla sex partner and it made for a great balance to the opposite partners you had. But you wanted to see just how riled up he could get.

“Oh, Mark, just yesterday another man fucked me until I couldn’t walk..how can I be yours if you can’t compete with men like that?”

You hold his face in your hand and look into his eyes.

He chuckles and pushes into you hard and sudden.

“If that’s what you want, Princess, that’s all you have to say..you know I can do whatever you ask.”

“Be rough with me, make me yours..baby.”

He presses your knees far apart and lifts himself up from your chest.

He slides in and out of you hard, watching as your breasts move up and down from his thrusts.

“You’re the perfect fit for me."

He tilts his head to the side and goes deeper.

His cock curves into you at the perfect angle, making you clench and arch your back more.

You’re sprawled out under him, your knees to your chest as you bite your bottom lip and feel that tension build again.

He runs a hand down your warm chest and stomach, his fingers draw circles onto your skin, causing small fires to dance across it. The pads of his fingertips then lift the skin above your pussy, exposing your clit to him.

He taps it gently and hums to himself. “So pretty..”

He thrusts into you hard as you squeal.

His other hand finds your throat and grips it.

“Gonna fuck you to sleep just like you asked..but then..I won’t leave..I’ll stay inside your pretty pussy since it’s mine..and I’ll fuck it again in the morning...since it’s mine.”

Mark wasn’t asking anymore. He was going to make you his. And as much as you wanted that to happen, you were nervous as you had a job to fulfill. If he stayed over and into the next morning, he’d be cutting into your other client’s day. You could be caught with him and receive a complaint for breaking the “no overnight stays” rule.

“I’m so close..” You run your hands down his abs and watch as he pounds into you from above. He pants heavily, his palm feels sweaty around your throat.

“Can’t wait to cum deep inside you..nothing will leak out..Isn’t that right, baby?” His fingertips move faster into your clit. Mark was always great at finding your sweet spots and it was because he truly cared about your pleasure.

You nod and clench around him again, feeling the head of his cock twitch.

His movement stutters from the action, he falls forward as his grip on your neck tightens.

He cums into your body, filling you to the brim with everything he has. 

You climax as well, scratching into his back as you arch into him more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you curse.

That was the first of many climaxes for that night. You’d take breaks in between, but soon Mark was eating you out or fingering you until your nails dug into his back and you cried out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He wasn’t letting up on his promise to make you his, as each orgasm was intense and left you feeling dizzy. He was unlike any partner you had, making sure to care for your needs more than he did for his. He never even asked that you kiss him anywhere else but his mouth. 

Mark releases your throat and lays on top of your sweaty body as you both climax one last time.

“You really aren’t leaving, are you?”

“I meant what I said. You’re mine.”

A brief moment of silence rests between the two of you as you massage his scalp.

“I mean, I can leave if you want me to..”

He looks up at you with round, doe eyes and your heart breaks.

“No—no..stay..” Sleep takes you over suddenly.

He watches your cute face and smiles. “Mind if I wake you up in the best way possible?” 

You chuckle with your eyes closed.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see..”

He lays back down and falls asleep on your chest.

———

[The Next Morning]

It’s the afternoon of the next day when Mark wakes up before you do and finds his cock engulfed in your pussy still.

He swallows hard, immediately feeling himself grow when he sees your eyes closed as you pout your lips and breathe heavily.

“Y/n..” He whispers, but your eyes don’t open yet.

“Y/n..” He says once more, this time he picks himself up and cages you in between his arms as he holds himself up above your head.

He kisses your forehead. “Wake up, Princess.”

He then buries his head into the crook of your neck and fondles your breast. 

He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be awake first. He lays sloppy kisses onto your shoulder before biting it.

“Mmm..Mark..” You say drowsily.

And with the sound of your soft voice and the feeling of your delicate fingers on his waist, Mark begins to thrust into you.

Your eyes are still closed as he fucks you into consciousness, the post-dream haze combined with his kisses and long thrusts makes you feel light headed.

“How does it feel, baby?”

He moves in and out of you while panting.

You mumble something while enjoying the warmth of his pulsing body on yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. 

“Mm..faster, baby.” you mumble as your heat grows, your eyes closed while you enjoy your realistic dream.

He then intertwines his fingers with yours, and moves into you faster. Within just a few minutes he cums hard as you shake around him.

And it’s not until he pulls out of you and flips onto his back that he realizes there’s another man in the room.

At the edge of the bed stands a tall handsome man with black hair. He stares sternly onto your body with his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket.

“Oh shit!” Mark is frightened and quickly drapes the blanket over you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.

You finally pry your eyes open and scratch your head.

“It’s me...y/n.”

“N-no no I mean..who is that and why is he just staring? Dude.. what the hell?!”

“What?” You rub your eyes and look up. And as your eyes focus you see that sure enough it was your Tuesday client, Jaehyun, staring intensely at you.

“Oh fuck..” You struggle to sit up straight in the bed. “Jaehyun..I’m so sorry, I overslept and-and..”

“Shhh..it’s okay, y/n..” His voice is sweet, but his face says the opposite.

“I see someone has gotten quite greedy with you..”

You turn to Mark, and it all comes back to you. He said he would stay over and you knew the risk you were taking, but you allowed him to anyway.

“Do you want me to push the emergency button?” Jaehyun asks smoothly.

“N-no! That won’t be necessary, I let him stay over actually..”

Your face becomes warm, it feels like you were caught by a parent with your boyfriend.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off with the alert saying you’d be coming over, I’m so sorry but he can leave and I’ll get cleaned up and we can start, just give me a few minutes—“

You start to get off the bed, but Jaehyun raises his hand.

“It’s okay, y/n..I know you see other men, that’s your job, isn’t it?” Jaehyun smirks.

He was one of those clients whose calm demeanor was difficult to read. He was intimidating and made you feel like you were up for terrible punishment at any moment. You never seemed to answer his questions to his satisfaction. In part to his recent divorce, he was rough, unforgiving, a stark contrast to Mark who just sat there awkwardly on the bed.

You nod slowly.

His gaze turns to Mark, his hands still in his pockets. “Was my slut good for you?”

“My?” Hold on..she doesn’t belong to you and no, she’s not a slut..”

Without moving his eyes, Jaehyun calls out to you. “Y/n...remove the blanket and open your legs for me..”

You immediately do as he says, but Mark stops you by holding your wrist. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s okay, Mark. This is what I do, please don’t forget that.” You give him a small smile as you lift the blanket.

You bend your knees while widening your legs.

You can feel the cool air hit your moist entrance.

“Now look at her, Mark...look at how much cum is in her beautiful pussy..only a slut can look like that..”

“Oh fuck off..”

“No, YOU fuck off, you’re cutting into my time..or don’t..”

Jaehyun loosens his tie and takes his jacket off.

“As a matter of fact, let’s see how much prettier she looks when she’s filled up with both of us, what do you say Mark?”

Mark begins to panic and turns to you. 

“What..“

“Stay...I want to make you feel good too..” you say, knowing that Jaehyun’s proposal wasn’t really a question. He was going to find some way to make Mark stay, it was his way of punishing both him and you.

“Good girl..” Jaehyun zips his pants down, revealing his already hard member. He grew when he watched Mark fuck you out of your sleep. He wanted to do that badly, but understood long ago the rules for this agreement. One of them being “no overnight stays.” But Mark clearly didn’t respect this. Maybe he thought you were his, but surely he was wrong.

Jaehyun wanted you just as badly as he did, and he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

“On your stomach, sweetheart, show him what your mouth can do..”

“Yes, sir.” You’re still weak from the night before but do as you’re told.

“Y/n..you don’t have to..” Mark caresses your face with his thumb.

“I know..but I want to..”

“She wants to please us..isn’t that right, slut?” Jaehyun brings an arm under your stomach to bring your ass up towards him.

“Y-yes, sir.” You struggle to get out once you feel his cock rub against your thigh.

You start by wrapping your hand around Mark’s semi-flaccid length, you pump it up and down while twisting. He groans and sits up straight.

Jaehyun enters you from behind, gripping your hip tightly as he pushes into you hard.

You moan loudly as his long cock stretches you out without warning.

“Ahh..fuck.” You gasp.

He slaps your ass hard, you stumble slightly on your knees but Mark helps you stay up.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart, I see how wet you are. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimper then lick Mark’s tip.

“You’re just a slut with cum leaking out of you all the time, you’re always ready, aren’t you?”

You kiss Mark’s tip then answer Jaehyun. “Yes, sir.”

He hums and slaps your ass again.

He rubs his hand over the area to feel it become warm.

He then pulls back and watches his veiny cock glisten with cum.

Meanwhile, you take half of Mark’s length into your mouth and begin to suck, rubbing the tip on the inside of your cheek as you listen to him groan.

Jaehyun buries himself deep inside you again, pushing past your vibrating entrance and deep into your walls where he feels his cock be greeted with that ticklish spot.

You move your head lower and allow spit to coat Mark’s entire length.

“God..that feels good.” He moans as his head falls back.

You suck harder and continue to twist your hand around his base.

You hum to push him along with vibrations.

The sounds of Jaehyun’s hips slapping against your ass gets louder as he glides in faster.

“Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, tsk tsk what a slut.” 

He pushes harder, bending over your back so his abs rest against it. He grabs your hair and pushes your head down onto Mark faster.

You gag and tears escape your eyes as Mark’s length hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

You gag over and over, causing the two men to become even hotter than they were before.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cry for me..”

And you did cry as your throat became irritated and your pussy was being destroyed from the back, Jaehyun stretched it out more than he ever did, but you didn’t want to stop. 

You felt like you were being undone, like you wouldn’t be able to talk or walk after, but it didn’t matter, just as long as you pleased these two men.

Jaehyun’s hand finds your clit, slapping against it before rubbing circles onto it.

You moan loudly, sending a delicious vibration onto Mark. He whimpers and pulls out of your mouth, before watching spurts of white leave his tip and decorate your mouth and tongue.

Your mouth stays open as Jaehyun pulls your head back towards him now. Your breasts jump forward and back as Mark pants and watches you be brought to paradise by another man.

“Sir..I’m going to..”

Jaehyun grunts. “You don’t deserve to cum, but I’ll let you because you’re a needy slut.”

And with that, you quiver around Jaehyun, gripping the pillows and shaking uncontrollably.

Mark feels himself becomes aroused yet again from the sight.

Jaehyun pulls out quickly and sits against the headboard. He picks your body up and puts you over his lap, but doesn’t push his cock into you yet.

“Mark..I think you should return the favor.” Jaehyun says as he grabs the crook of your knees with each hand opens you up.

Mark gladly agrees and puts his head in between your legs once more. He licks up your essence and begins to eat you out, nuzzling his nose against your clit as you cry out. 

Jaehyun takes your chin and turns your fucked out face towards his while you struggle to close your legs. 

“S-sir..please, it’s too much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nothing is too much for a whore like you..Mark loves your pussy, and so do I.”

He kisses your shoulder as a strand of hair dangles in his forehead.

He flicks your nipples with his fingers, watching as you fall apart in his arms.

Mark’s head moves from side to side as he licks your bud and pushes as hard as he can.

“Look at you..open wide for two men.”

Jaehyun whispers into your ear as you tremble. “We won’t stop until we’ve both put a baby in you...but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes..fuck..yes..sir.”

Soon, you’re cumming again and seeing stars.

Mark pulls away and wipes his mouth, watching as your wetness ruins the sheets below you.

“Do you think she can take us both?” Jaehyun still plays with your hard nipples.

Mark chuckles. “I’m not really into sharing..but we should find out.” He caresses your face again as your mouth falls open.

He puts his thumb into it, watching as you suck it hard with your teary eyes wide.

Jaehyun lifts you up slightly so he can enter you again.

You fall onto him easily but whimper as you try to overcome your sensitivity.

Jaehyun forces you open wide with his hands on your knees, your feet dig into the bed as you bounce up and down on him. His touch sends electricity through your veins. 

Mark holds his cock in his own hand, stroking it while watching you fall onto Jaehyun’s length.

Your beautiful entrance is soaked and he just wants to feel it too.

Jaehyun looks into Mark’s hungry eyes and lets out a low growl.

“Go on, Mark. Fuck her like the needy whore she is.”

Jaehyun scoots down on the bed more so he is laying under you. Mark lays down over you and guides his tip along your slit.

“Mark..” you cry out while Jaehyun thrusts into you from below.

“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.

You nod and take his length into your own hand. “Yes..”

You push him into you slowly as Jaehyun pauses his movement. Your head falls back as your pussy is stretched out once more. You’d never done this before, but then again, you’d never been with two men.

“Shit...” you close your eyes tightly as both men fill you up.

Jaehyun sits up, holding you in his arms as he guides you up and down both his and Mark’s cocks now. 

You’re so right and Mark is embarrassed to admit that he is just moments from climaxing already, the friction of two cocks against your tight silky walls driving all of you crazy.

“Mmm..sweetheart, you’re doing so well..”

Jaehyun whispers. His tone is gravelly and he is just moments away also, sweat pricking at his forehead as you glide onto him.

The sound of skin against skin and loud moans and groans fills the room, you wonder if your neighbors will make a complaint. But right now, in this moment of complete ecstasy, you could care less.

Jaehyun’s tip twitches, vibrating against Mark’s and hitting your g-spot. You all come undone within seconds and experience an orgasm that lasts for what feels like an eternity.

All three of you collapse onto the bed, and you and Jaehyun fall asleep soon after. You should’ve cleaned yourself up, but your body aches and feels weak after orgasming so many times.

After 20 minutes of just watching you sleep, Mark gets up from the bed and goes to your bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up gently while watching you snore lightly.

Jaehyun’s back is turned to you so he can’t see Mark taking care of you by cleaning your exhausted body.

Before he leaves, he drapes your blanket over you and kisses your forehead. He also leaves a bouquet of flowers that he bought from someone selling them just outside of your apartment building. He went back to your apartment just to leave them there for you when you woke up. But really, he just wanted one last chance to see your beautiful face as you slept peacefully.

You wake up hours later to find yourself alone once again. You hop out of bed but soon remember what happened based on the aching feeling in your legs.

You’re happy to see that you're clean however, the sticky feeling of cum no longer being all over you. Someone must’ve cleaned you up, you thought to yourself.

With a limp, you walk out to your kitchen and see take-out food on your counter with a note attached, beside it you also see a bouquet of flowers. 

“Thanks for today, see you next week. Love, J.”

Jaehyun left you food, flowers, and cleaned you up before he left. Maybe he did care for you after all. This is what you thought as you smiled to yourself.

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[milkytheholy1]

An ordinary life: Part 4

Marvel masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Minor spoliers for episode 7

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"C'moooon, whatta ya say to a run around the mansion one last time?"

"I don't know Peter, I've still got to pack up all this stuff-"

"Oh c'mon, you're like the only person I know who doesn't get sick when I stop now."

"Yeah because I'm the only person who willingly goes on runs with you."

"Pretty please...With a cherry on top?"

"Uh, fine."

"Yesss! You're not gonna regret this (Y/N)."

"It's a good job I love you."

Waking up in the warmth of Peter's arms just felt right, in a world where everything felt wrong, being here felt good, justified even. Shifting to rest your head against his chest, your eyes roamed the expanse of his face, dazing at all the hidden features the sunlight brought out. Last night had been important, for many reasons. For one, you both decided that calling Pietro 'Peter' felt more natural and real, number two: the first I love yous, followed by phenomenal sex.

Casting your gaze to the adjacent blinds, you beamed at the warmth the sun provided. Hearing his light breaths against your skin made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the scattered clothes on the floor only adding onto last nights memories. Speaking of memories, you felt as though there was something your brain was hiding from you, something that had been unravelling in your subconsciousness since you got here.

Wiggling out of Peter's embrace, you placed your feet onto the plush carpet of your room; enjoying the brief moment of serenity. Grabbing some of your clothing off of the floor, you made an effort to look somewhat decent in your crimpled clothes. Pulling the t-shirt over your head, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, his cheek pushing into your back "You know you don't have to get up yet?" he mumbled.

Trying your best to pat down the springy nature that was his hair, you smiled at him, "I know, but someones got to see if Wanda's alright." Peter layed back on the bed, his arms crossing over his eyes as he released a heart sigh "Do you think she's been acting strange recently?"

"Recently?" you echoed, now roaming around the room picking up odd bits of laundry, Peter let out a small chuckle "Yeah, yeah I know. It's just... It's all coming apart and I don't know if I'm meant to help her or stay out of her way." You frowned at his saddened tone, opting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Look, it's sweet that you care about your sister, but I'm sure that whatever is happening between Wanda and Vision will fix itself; it always seems to in Westview."

Peter smiled at you, but it didn't feel real more like an illusion of what a real smile should be. Groaning, he began to sit up, the quilt covers resting comfortably around his bare waist "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I always am," you muse, moving away from the bed and out of the door. Peter stared at the door frame, sparks and flashes of reality hijacking his mind. He was aware, he had been for a while, but he was waiting, stalling really. He didn't know how he arrived, he didn't know where he came from if he's being honest; didn't know why he suddenly ended up in Westview. But the moment he saw Wanda, he just knew, just knew there was a family relation and that he was needed.

"Things have been going good recently, well for me at least. I'm pretty sure Vision hasn't been home for like three days now, or something? Guess they're going through a real rough patch right now, but it's nothing that can't be fixed. I'm sure Wanda enjoyed her time alone, and she's cuddled up with the kids on the couch as we speak."

Peter had followed behind you, finally dressed and ready to leave. Wrapping his arms around you one more time before he left, he snuggled his nose against your neck "I'll miss you," he mumbled, the vibrations making you laugh. Pulling away you gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, "You'll see me later, you goof." he did it again, the smile that didn't feel real. Bidding him a sweet goodbye, you felt the gust of wind blow against your frame as he dashed out of the door and went to who knows where.

Sitting back on the couch, feet pushed onto the coffee table, you grabbed the remote and began channel surfing. Jumping at the sound of knocking on your door, you paused your show and slowly made your way to the door. The sound got more aggressive and repetitive as you approached the modern wood. Swinging it open with annoyance, that quickly faded away when you saw how worried and restless Wanda looked standing in front of you.

"Where are they?" she breathed, her fingers fidgetting. You looked at her confused "Where is who?" you questioned, scared as her eyes seemed to quickly scope the downstairs of your house. Pushing past you, Wanda stomped into your house rushing to each room with urgency, "Whoa Wanda, hang on a minute, what's going on? Who are you looking for?"

"The boys, you never brought them home last night so I thought that maybe they had stayed over with you, but then you never brought them back and I thought- I thought.." her emotions got the better of her as she collapsed onto your couch, tears gushing from her eyes. Moving swiftly beside her, you tried your best to comfort her, hands rubbing soothing circles over her back. "Wanda I would never take the boys away from you, you're an excellent mother. Agnes actually looked after the boys last night when something...urgent came up. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, it completely slipped my mind." you began rambling, not daring to look at her.

How could you have been so foolish as to not tell the mother of her children that you had just given away her kids to someone else after promising to look after them. You were a horrible guardian, although part of you did blame Peter, but since he wasn't here to explain to his sister it was up to you.

"What?" Wanda heaved out, her fingers clutching into a claw-like grip. Standing up suddenly the couch beneath you disappeared causing you to fall to the floor. Staring up at Wanda like she was out of her mind, you shuffled backwards as she approached you "You gave away my kids to someone else?" her tone was venomous.

"How dare you assume that was okay to do (Y/N)! You don't know what's best for them, they're my kids!" standing now, you kept close to the wall cautiously watching Wanda as she took confident steps towards you. This wasn't Wanda, her eyes were glowing red, hands twisting and contorting with power. With a sudden sway of her hand, you had been flung from the house, your back forcibly breaking through wood and plaster. Landing in the front garden covered in dust and dirt, you rubbed your aching muscles and heaved out air.

Wanda walked through the rubble, effortlessly reversing the crash, each bit of broken material seamlessly fixing itself as though nothing had happened. "Wanda," you warned, your frame was shaking and sore. She ignored you, the redness in her eyes growing more and more intense "I think you should leave." came her command, her fingers playing with the red magic in her hands. You were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. "It was a mistake to bring you here, I was dumb to think you could blend in without causing trouble. But I guess I was wrong."

Wanda's magic moved towards you, the red serpents quickly suffocating you as you levitated into the air. Tilting her head, she sent you a devious smile "Goodbye." All you could feel was the air being knocked out of you as you flew through countless houses out into the middle of nowhere, passing by green fields and families. Feeling the hard impact of metal, the vice grip Wanda's magic had on you faded as you slid down to the pavement. Your breathing was ragged, coming out in harsh pants.

Your hands couldn't support you, too busy aching from the amount of solid objects you easily sailed through. There was sound around you, voices that you couldn't quite recognise just yet, your hearing was still just a loud bell ringing in your ear.

"(Y/N)?" you could barely make out, feeling the cold grip of a hand on your shoulder. Swaying your head upwards you caught the glimpse of red, eyes squinting harshly at your saviour. "(Y/N), can you hear me? How did you get here?" You felt your body being moved again, now sitting up against what you presumed was a vehicle. "Dude, isn't that your neighbour? They look messed up, what do you think happened to them?"

"I can only imagine it had something to do with Wanda, I dread to know what else she's doing while I'm away."

"I guess it's a good job we were stuck at this red light then, huh? Otherwise, they would have gone straight through that barrier."

"Perhaps, maybe going through there wouldn't have been so bad for them."

"Well, they must have done something to piss Wanda off to get sent this far out."

Vision called out your name again, your throat hummed in response. "(Y/N)? If you can hear me then I'm going to try something, just relax!" he shouted like he was talking to someone with a hearing problem. He gently placed his fingers on both sides of your head, the infinity stone pressed into his head glowing brighter as he scavenged through your memories. Your face contorted, silent screams ripping out of you, "Are they meant to be doing that?" Darcy asked slightly worried, taking a few steps back in case anything were to happen.

"Its- they're not from this world," Vision stated, his grip on your mind loosening, Darcy stared at him puzzled "So, like, what? Are they from a different planet or something?" Vision shook his head, his face now wincing in pain "No! Anoth-another reality, being here...it's causing them pain." He couldn't handle it anymore, forcing his fingers away from your head he let out laboured breaths. Standing from his crouched position next to you, he stumbled his was to Darcy, "I don't know how they got here, but I felt another, someone similar to them."

"So they didn't come here alone?"

"It doesn't seem like it, no."

"Do you know how they got here?" Darcy investigated, she started leaning against the cream paint job of their stolen van, internally groaning when she saw another flock of school kids crossing the street. Vision stood staring at your face "No, but it seems that they came here with their own free will. Maybe I can try something..." Vision muttered, slowly approaching your unconscious body.

Pushing his fingers back to your temples, he tried to do a 'system restart' on your brain, forcing the muscle to awaken. Your eyes snapped wide open, memories flooding your brain faster than you could process them. Pulling away from Visions grip, you pushed yourself up against the van stumbling slightly. "Easy," Vision eased, his hands stretching out towards you, "(Y/N), it's me Vision. I'm not here to hurt you-"

"I remember," you muttered in disbelief, flexing your hands. Looking back up at the duo with a nervous but excited smile you screamed "I remember! Oh my god, I remember!" Darcy looked towards Vision, a witty smile gracing her lips "They seem to be taking it pretty well."

Vision scoffed at her remark, quickly approaching you "(Y/N), listen to me. Do you remember how you got here?" You stilled your sporadic movements, trying your hardest to keep your mind straight. "I-I was back at the mansion, we couldn't find Peter and I got worried. I remember talking to the professor about it but he couldn't find Peter either, no one could. I got angry and stormed off, I was in the garden and then I woke up in Westview." Vision and Darcy shared a look with each other, obviously, they had many questions, many that you could answer and some that provided to be more difficult.

"Who's Peter?" Darcy asked, scratching at the chipped paint of the van, "I remember everyone that's in this show and I can promise you there was no Peter." You looked almost worried, you could have sworn you remember seeing Peter here. Although your memories of your fake life had suddenly become fuzzy when given the gift of reality. Realisation dawned on you, running to the door of the van you chastised the others to get in and drive.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the big rush?" Darcy mocked, now perched behind the steering wheel. You had sat in the middle, comfortable between Vision and Darcy staring out through the front window. "If you think we can get back to Westview in a hurry, clearly you've missed the numerous amount of obstacles my wife has placed in front of us." As mentioned by Vision, you watched a flock of sheep and their farmer slowly walk pass giving you a brief tip of his hat.

"But I have to find Peter, and I have to find him now," you demanded, your patients was running thin. Darcy leaned back against the chair, hands idly playing with the rubber encased around the wheel, "You still never said who Peter was." Sighing, you confessed with eyes full of love "He's my boyfriend, been together for years. He suddenly disappeared someday, people said he was lost but I didn't believe them."

"And you're certain he's in Westview?" Vision asked, staring at the town in the distance, you shook your head "Absolutely, in fact, I'm pretty sure you've already met him." Visions head bowed down, a great look of pitty and guilt washed over him, "I need to get to my wife." he admitted, effortlessly floating up through the roof of the tin van. You and Darcy shared a look at each other then back up to the roof, "So I guess we'll see you there then?" she questioned.

Huffing back into her seat, she looked to you, "Don't suppose you have any hidden powers, huh?" you let out a boisterous laugh "Welll," you mused. Your hand lighting up a bright yellow, god you were thankful that when Vision restored your memory it also restored your mutation. You guessed you always had them but the memory of using them had vanished. Pushing yourself out of the door, you moved your hand in a circular motion creating a portal big enough to fit through. Darcy watched you as your body disappeared into the light, the portal closing almost immediately. Tapping her fingers against the wheel, she looked ahead muttering under her breath: "Great."

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[theelvenhaven]

Dating Ingwion

Request:  Hey, it's me again about Ingwion. It's okay that you're a bit late as long as you're alright. I think I'd love to see headcanons about being married to him or cuddling him :)

A/N: I am going to do cuddling ones at some point but I figured this would be a good way to kick it off :)

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- When it comes to dating Ingwion you will be with someone who is not only of noble birth but of heart too.

-He is selfless and incredibly caring, though this doesn’t mean he is a push over by any means as he has a firm standing on his beliefs and knows how to say no.

- So when he started courting you, he was incredibly serious about it and still is incredibly serious about the relationship that you two have.

- Ingwion also has incredible trust in you, being a Prince that certainly doesn’t come lightly.

- Ingwion will make sure your every need is met and cared for, but it is nothing that is ever done in excess nor extremely extravagant.

- He will provide you with exactly what it is you need materialistically as well as with a good quality that isn’t extreme or over the top.

- The most over the top Ingwion is with a gift is the poetry he loves to indulge you in, speaking so sweetly and softly about how radiant you are.

- From your fea to your appearance, Ingwion leaves nothing out, making sure you know that he loves every part of you.

- While he may be incredibly romantic with his poetry, Ingwion is pretty chaste with his affections both in public view and in private.

- Being the Prince of the High King and being in the public eye, Ingwion prefers to follow societal norms and rules, especially with the expectations on his shoulders.

- So your affections in public will be only that of your hand tucked in the crook of his arm and a soft kiss to your hand.

- While in private you will find yourself receiving not so passionate kisses, though he is certainly partial to cuddle with you or hold you.

- Things will only change once you two are wed, then he is more willing to be unrestrained in his affections in private.

- Expect as well that Ingwion’s humor is more dry than that of mischievous and sarcastic.

- Ingwion certainly won’t help you pull any pranks and will very much try to dissuade you from doing so.

- Pranking him also might not have the reaction you’d think it would.

- While he won’t be angry he will be prone to some confusion wondering why in the name of the Vala you are doing such a thing?

- If anything he might even be embarrassed by it.

- As for horseplay it will take some time for him to open up to being a little rough and tumble when it comes to playing around.

- If you have lived in Beleriand, anticipate being questioned constantly about your experience and what it was like living there.

- He has a good sense of adventure even if he prefers the comfort of Valinor, but enjoys whatever pleasant tales you have to tell him.

- Despite his young and trusting appearance, Ingwion is very wise and should you divulge any traumas or upsetting events, Ingwion is quick to offer a word of comfort and affection.

- Even though he can’t compare his own experiences with those, he knows just how to make you not feel so alone and listened too.

- And while you have nothing to worry about in Valinor, Ingwion will certainly make promise to you that you will always be safe and protected with him.

- And he isn’t just saying it to say it either, should anything ever happen, Ingwion would certainly do anything to keep you safe.

- No matter what Ingwion will always do what he can to make you feel safe, loved and appreciated.

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#Ingwion #Vanyar #Son of Ingwe #jrr tolkien #tolkien #the silm #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanon #headcanons #imagine #imagines #one shot #one shots #writing #taniquetil

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You said you go feral for Yan! Erasermic (me too), so what about them with a darling with a disability/chronic pain like EDS or arthritis where some days, like after a particularly long day on their feet or a cold or rainy day, they can barely move because of the resulting strain on their joints? (Maybe a little bit of self projection in this one oops)

Pain: Yandere! Erasermic

(wow what a unique title. Everyone give 1 clap for me)

Hey, thank you so much for requesting. I'm so glad you all liked my previous Erasermic post. I still have another Erasermic request and 2 others. So idk what self projection is but I tried to do it after looking it up. If I didn't hit the mark, please do tell me so I know what it is for future posts. Also, I read up a bit on EDS for this one. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Yandere! Erasermic:

Once again, one of the best yanderes to be with.

They have read about your condition, consulted various doctors. They probably know more about it than you do, and you were born with it.

Speaking of doctors, they'll get you the best treatment available. The medicine cabinet is full of expensive drugs, legal and illegal ones too if they help you with the pain. Who's going to do a drug bust on the nations top pro heroes?

And while medicines are effective, they do have side effects as well. Which is why Hizashi will also be looking up all sorts herbal medicines. Often giving you his homemade special herbal mixed teas.

Aizawa wouldn't let you out of bed, insisting you rest. He'll often either use his scarf or put a weighted blanket on you, just to ensure you wouldn't get out of bed. He'll either get you things you need or pick you up and take you wherever you have to go.

During winters, they will be super reluctant to let you out of the house. They know what the cold does to your joints. If you absolutely do have to go, they'll go with you in a heated car, and you're wrapped up in layers, almost making you suffocate in them. Even during other seasons, if there is even a light breeze, they will quickly get you their coat or jackets or better yet, you all cuddle up to share the body heat.

Massages and cuddles. Big time. You'll always be between them, Aizawa towards your back, rubbing your lower back to release the knots in your back, and Hizashi in front of you, showering you in kisses.

They're always so gentle with you, both in and out of bed. They know that your skin bruises up easily, so they're always extra careful with their touches.

And while they do know that your disease has you in agony, they can't help but be happy internally. They love how you're dependant on them; even for things you can do yourself, they won't allow you to. And how often you praise them with such beautiful words and thank them with such unforgettable memories.

If you have a job, especially one that makes you leave home, you need to forget about it. They'll be continuously telling you to quit your job; that they are more than happy to provide for you. If you really do love your job, you better not complain about the pain, because once even a whimper escapes your lips, they'll hand in your resignation on your behalf and won't listen to anything you say.

You walked home from the bus stop. A bad decision really, considering you already had a massive headache at work. And now you walked home, and even though the your home wasn't far, your feet were aching badly. You felt like your kneecaps were going to twist out of position any moment. You could've asked Aizawa or Hizashi to drive you home but you didn't want to bother them. After all, they are pro heroes.

Once you finally got home, you were greeted by Hizashi. "Hey dove! You're just in time. I made your favourite today! Why don't you go freshen up! Shou will be home any minute!" You nodded, not even having the energy to speak, and went upstairs to your room. Your head felt like it was going to explode. You sat down on the bed and started massaging your temples to relive some pain. You groaned slightly as your cold hands touched your forehead, your eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, your cold hands were pulled away and were replaced by rough, warm hands. You didn't have to open your eyes to know it was Shouta. He started massaging your head, knowing exactly where to put pressure, finally giving you some relief. "Feeling better?"he asked. You opened your eyes, smiling gratefully at him. "Yeah. Sorry for worrying yo-" He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You didn't. Why didn't you ask me or Hizashi to pick you up?" "I didn't want to bother you guys." You replied. "Nonsense. You know you can ask us for anything." He said, almost sounding like he was admonishing you. He sighed, quickly picking you up and walking towards the bathroom. "Your feet must be killing you too. Let's take a bath first." "But Hizashi already made dinner. We should go eat-"you were interrupted, this time by your other boyfriend. "I can heat it up again. Your muscles must be sore. I'll run a hot bath for us." He said, before plugging in the bathtub and turning on the knob, and pouring in some essential oils and bath salts. "Thank you" you said to both of them. They smiled at you. Once the bath was ready, they helped you out of your clothes before taking off their own. Aizawa helped you into the large to bathtub, your back against his chest as Hizashi sat on the other side of the tub, effectively trapping you between their legs.

Bath time was everyone's favourite time, especially yours. Aizawa would always give a relaxing massage to your shoulders, kissing your forehead with your body pulled flushed against him. Hizashi would rub your feet with such expertise; always managing to get some sinful noises from you. "Tough day at work?" Hizashi asked. You already knew what was coming. "No. I'm fine really. Just a bit tired is all" Shou tutted at you "you know better than to lie to us. Tell us how you're really feeling."he said, his tone turning serious. You sighed, "seriously, I am fine. Just had a small headache. Nothing to worry about." "When it concerns you, everything is worrisome for us. Especially when you hide your pain" Hizashi said, his brows furrowed in genuine concern, making you feel guilty. "You should quit your job." Shou said, kissing your earlobe. "But I don't want to. I really do like my job-" you tried to say but Hizashi cuts you off "yeah. She should just stay at home and rest. Her health is getting worse, you know" "it's really not-" again you were cut off, this time by Aizawa. "I agree. I just don't feel at ease when she's out of the house. I'll talk to her boss tomorrow and explain why she won't be returning home anytime soon." "What? No-" you hated how they talked about you like you weren't even there; this was just the one habit you hated about them. Hizashi nodded this time, running a hand through his hair "yeah. And if you go in person, I'm sure they won't even ask her to put in a 2 weeks notice-" "NO!"Finally, your outburst had got them to pay attention to you. "Hey whats wrong?" Hizashi asked, running a hand over your thigh. "I just- I just don't want to leave my job. I know you guys are only saying this because you love me but I like my job. I like working there. And I know you guys are more than capable of taking care of my expenses as well, but I just hate being dependent on my boyfriends for everything. I am very grateful to both of you, but I don't like being a burden on you guys." You said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and your eyes filled with tears. Your headache returned again; you didn't like to argue with them. Sensing your discomfort, Shouta started to rub your temples again, kissing your neck and apologising for distressing you. Hizashi pulled himself towards you and wiped the tears away from your eyes, also apologising. "Oh we are so sorry for making you feel like this. You're not a burden to us. We love doing these things for you princess. We do, believe me." Shou nodded before speaking "of course, its your life. You're going to ultimately make all of your decisions. We're just worried about you. We don't want you to strain yourself, kitten." Now you started to feel bad, "no- no its okay. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted this way. I know you both love me and care about me a lot. I just hope you understand where I'm coming from." You said to them, your eyelashes heavy with tears. "We know. We know you love us just as much we love you. Let's just forget about this topic and go eat some dinner, yeah?" Hizashi said, before getting out of the tub and helping you out. "Yeah. I am feeling a lot better. Thank you both" you said, kissing them. "Thats good to know. However, I feel like you should take a few days off work. Just to be safe" Aizawa said, handing you both a towel each. "Yeah. I could use a break too. And Shou you should take tomorrow off as well. You need to catch up on some sleep." Hizashi said, helping you into your clothes. You didn't want to argue anymore so you agreed "okay. But only if Shou stays home too." Aizawa kissed your cheek and smiled "sure. Just have to run one errand in the morning and I'll be back before you know it." You nodded before all of you went down to eat, not knowing that the "errand" would be ensuring that you get fired from your job.

Hope you all liked this one! Please do tell me if I did it right. Did I get what you were asking for? Also requests are open! :)

#yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic #yandere eraserhead #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere present mic x reader #yandere hizashi #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha imagines #yandere mha #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader

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I know all animals are individuals, but as far as general behavior goes, what are the biggest differences between donkeys and horses? I've heard donkeys are a little less prone to an immediate flight response, and that they kinda like to watch and think about stuff before reacting. Are there any differences in their social behavior?

Man this is such a hard thing to summarize!! I've only worked with a few donkeys in person but I've been studying them for a couple years now and I think donkeys are close enough to horses at a glance that a lot of people are kind of lulled into thinking they're really similar, but like... there's so many differences. 1st off... yeah. Donkeys are FIGHT animals, not FLIGHT animals like horses. If you put a strange dog in with a donkey, you'll notice the donkey square up to the dog and even possibly charge and attack it. These guys are built to RUMBLE and they won't tolerate predators in their area unless you condition them to, or they are cowardly as an individual. This makes donkeys great livestock guardians! 2nd of all, YES! They tend to freeze when encountered with a new situation and it takes them a lot of time to think it through. This can be very frustrating if you've been working with horses because horses are instinctual, but donkeys really.. aren't. You can't make them do things or get quick results. I've found that what works for me is just doing short quick sessions everyday - that way I get a quick training session in, but donkeys are smart enough that they will get things really well over time. Donkeys don't need repetition in their training like horses do - once they have it, they have it. They won't forget easily. In fact, repetition bores them. They need new things. 3. Donkeys can and will tolerate a LOT that they aren't comfortable with, and tolerate a lot of pain before they show it. Horses can't. It is VERY hard to tell if a donkey is sick because they don't act any differently until they're very sick. Horses it's easier to tell. Also if a donkey feels as though you are asking for too much, they freeze, but they do tolerate it. 4. Play! Donkeys play VERY rough, taking their friend's necks in their jaws and biting down and going for their legs. This looks like real fighting but is actually just healthy play behavior - they need a buddy that can play rough like they do! This is ultimately the thing that made me list Floppy for sale, even if I don't end up selling him - he isn't getting any play right now from my horse and I think it's not healthy for him. Donkeys NEED play.

5. Snuggles. Listen, I love horses, but even an affectionate horse doesn't actually love you. It sees you as a positive source of food and scratches and other positive things, and while it might LIKE you FOR providing those things, it can't love you like a donkey will love you. These guys are HIGHLY social animals, and while horses are herd animals and like their buddies around to make them feel safe, donkeys actively create and maintain social bonds and friendships more like dogs do. So donkeys will actively come up and cuddle you and interact with you more than horses do, as they are working on a social bond. Horse girls, read 'em and weep. This isn't anthropomorphizing, either; they are just incredibly social animals.

6. Lying down. I don't know if this is a real thing or just my observation, but I see donkeys laying down and taking dust baths WAY more than horses do. Stick a bunch of sand in a pasture to make a hill and not only do you have a great playground for your donkeys but also a perfect spot for dust baths. 7. Slow mode. Donkeys eat slower, learn slower, and in general do everything slower than horses do - both because of their intelligence, but also to gain the most/conserve the most energy. They are desert equines and in a place where food can be scarce and not much is too green, they need to get the most nutrients out of things and waste the least energy. They'll still go when they wanna go, though. Just a matter of figuring out how to ask. 8. Opinions. A donkey has opinions about everything, and when you train them, you have to have more of a conversation to convince them why they should. With a horse, the logic might be, "Well, you have to do this, because I asked you to. " with a donkey, the logic has to be, "Okay, well this thing is physically safe for you to do, doesn't require a lot of work, and afterwards you can get lots of scratches and cuddles." Because again, the ultimate reward for donkeys is attention and cuddles. Lots of people also do this with horses, but with donkeys it isn't optional. It is mandatory, and has to be more thorough. I'm trying to think of other things but there's honestly so much!! My donkey is a bit of a coward and a little more stoic than most (not as playful and can spook and run from things) but for the most part this applies to most animals. Anyways I am not a donkey expert so take everything I say with a grain of salt, these are just things I noticed. You can find more information at The Donkey Sanctuary website. They do a lot of great work with the animals and know way more than what I possibly could!

#donkey #donkeys #long post

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i just need to take a moment to put some respect on kim seokjin and show him some recognition real quick for all that he’s done and continues to do.

took on the role of bts’ eldest at the age of nineteen

kept everyone organized and in check in their tiny dorm

would wake up before the sun to prepare elaborate meals that reminded someone of home

if someone had a meal request, he’d make it no questions asked, no matter how labor intensive

would wake up jungkook and get him ready for and drive him to school

would make sure jungkook had his homework done

would hold and comfort his members after hard days

would use his own allowance from his parents to buy them meals and other things so as to not put out their own parents or make them worry about their financial situations

plays with his members and can get down on their levels while still maintaining the respect they have for him as the oldest

the way he plays with jungkook and has always and even still keeps him entertained during long photoshoots and practices

how he goes out of his way and isn’t afraid to embarrass himself to make his members smile or laugh

how when any of his members were homesick, would invite them out with his own family

idk if this is 100% true but it still is very likely; but how jungkook was the only one allowed to sleep with him in his single bed at the dorm because of how young and homesick he was. just in general, how jin has taken him under his wing and brought him up.

the way he instantly gets comforting and gentle if he feels he’s been too rough with any of them; the way he stroked jungkook’s wrist after smacking it, and the way he held onto jimin for like a good five minutes just cuddling him after wrestling him.

the way he’ll apologize first, even if he may feel he’s not 100% wrong in the situation, and always acknowledges and respects their feelings even if it means setting aside some of his own

the way he can read each member so well and know who needs a cuddle or who needs to laugh and provides for those needs as instantly as he can

134343483003409 other examples

in conclusion, i love kim seokjin and am so grateful and so, so thankful to him.

#kim seokjin #seokjin #bts

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Okay I had to do some stuff, but here I am rambling about relationship between Killer and Nightmare in Colours of LOVE.

Some of this I might mention before some of it might be your and Jann or Yuri ideas... Anyway!! The way I see that:

Even though this is soulmate au Nightmare and Killer aren't perfect fit for eachother. They are perfect fit in threesome - Ccino softens rough edges of both of them, and changes their attention from being mad on eachother to carrying about Ccino together (especially at first when he is really depressed). But before that... It was hard.

Killer is really open about everything he thinks and feels. If he founds someone who is attractive he will flirt. Even when he is already dating Nightmare. And also he always shows his affection to Nightmare everywhere, in public too. That's cute and sweet, but Nightmare is really closed person so that makes him really uncomfortable. Night often got jealous with Killer flirting with anyone else, got embarrassed with his kisses and all on public, and in general is a bit annoyed with Killer's actions. Killer on the other hand doesn't really understand why Nightmare is so "tensed" (he is not, Night is just much more calm, but Killer don't get it).

They were braking up and coming back again a few times, because they had argued a lot about everything and got tired of this. Right now they are on their "best days" - they started to date again a few weeks ago and right now they are through some stuff, they understand eachother better, and pretty chill about eachother weird actions. Like in the second page Night is a bit flustered by Killer's kiss but he almost used to that. Same as he is worried about being late, since Killer is almost always late, but he is more or less fine by that. On next page (which you haven't seen yet), there are an interesting dialog between them, and I will definitely write some of "subtext" about it when I will post it.

Actually if they haven't met Ccino they would break up again after a few months. And maybe come back again after a week.

Also! Interesting thing about third soulmate: at the beginning of the comic (before Nigh met Ccino) Killer is 100% sure that they have third soulmate, but Nightmare is sure for about 60%. Killer is existed about that, he knew knew that he is polyamorious for a long time, but Nightmare hesitates a lot, because he can't really imagine himself in polyam relationship. It feels weird and also he is soooooo jealous about Killer paying any attention to anyone except him, that he worries to become "third wheel". Will it be different with Ccino?? Who knows (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Hi kotikaleo!!! This was super fun to read.

Firstly I'm going to tag @zu-is-here since she started the studio verse

It's definitely an interesting insight to your comic and the characters!

It reminds me a lot of an early version of my own ideas about the studio verse nightkiller relationship! And I can definitely see the way we have bounced headcannons of each other paying off.

Them still dealing with a softer kind of lovehate dynamic is an interesting one. It doesn't seem to be as extreme as my version, but it's interesting that it's still there.

The fact that they are meant to work as a 3 makes sense as well. If they are supposed to be bounded as a 3 it makes sense that three they their relationship would be unstable. They don't work as a two, but they are soul mates and something would always pull the two of them together.

I'm also curious, since Nightmare isn't 100% sure that the lack of colour is due to them being soul mated to another person. I wonder if he ever felt like the universe got it wrong? And that he'd been mated to the wrong person? Or perhaps he felt it meant that him and Killer don't have soul mates and that's why they have some connections.

It sad boy.

Also if Killer knows he's poly by nature, is that something that causes disagreements with the 2 of them?

And now for mine and @jann-the-bean version.

This story has been something that we mostly developed in tumbler DMs but both me and Jan wrote a story about it. Jan wrote

KillerNight(s)

And I'm writing

Round and round till we all fall down

Nightmare and Killer's relationship started off baddddd, it basically started as a mutual dislike for one another. This is due to their conflicting personalities and morals.

Nightmare was originally quite excited to meet Killer, as he'd heard a lot about the actor. But almost straight away he found Killer to be rude, childish and irritating. Killer found Nightmare to be stuck up, snobbish and entitled.

The two first met at an awards ceremony and got into a yelling match after a few drinks and were separated. From there their dislike for one another was made quite well known to the public because of a social media battle back and forth.

This only went on for a few months however, as the characters of 'Killer' and 'Nightmare' were cast to play together.

Nightmare and Killer agreed to be civil in order to function while working and get the filming completed as soon as possible.

As they worked together, their dislike turned into a playful banter and respect for one another. And then something else shifted.

Now Killer has a reputation for being a player and one who likes to sleep around, as you said, he's open about his interest in people when he has it and enjoys casually flirting with just about anyone.

Which came to include Nightmare.

Nightmare paid no mind to it really, though he couldn't understand why it embarrassed him so much.

Killer comes to find Nightmare to be very attractive and enjoys his reactions when teased, he rights him off though because he was under the impression that Nightmare was straight, and he'd never try to change that.

It was a day when they were talking about Killer's eyes and how it's caused him to struggle, that Nightmare tells him that he thinks his eyes are very pretty and that they are an attractive quality, and something in Killer breaks and he kisses him.

So Killer feels like he messed up and the two avoid each other. But it causes Nightmare to start questioning things about himself.

Nightmare at this point had only every dated women. He assumed that he was straight. But after that kiss a lot of buried feelings are dragged to the surface and exposed, and he realises that he's also attracted to men.

So Jan goes into full details about this, in the fic Killernights, but basically Nightmare confronts Killer about the kiss and Killer tells him he 'has a thing for him'

The two go back to Killer's flat to talk, but their normal banter, leads to flirting and then another kiss. And Nightmare who is curious and suddenly craving new sensations becomes lost to him. Killer who finds Nightmare physically very attractive, also gets wrapped up and the two of them sleep together.

Nowwww this is getting long so I'll try to shorten it down a bit.

Basically, it's an amazing night. It's passionate, enjoyable and a lot of fun for both of them. Upon finding out Night has never been with a man, Killer guides him carefully though the process.

After that night the two can't stop thinking about each other, even though they both planned for it to be a one time thing. Again, they avoided each other until talking after a while.

And killer admits his desires for the other, and offers Nightmare a safe environment to experiment with his sexuality, where he won't be judged.

To cut a long story short, this spirals into a passionate and carnal, on and off booty call/fling with each other that spans for years.

Other that time they grow very close with each other, and come to recognise the similarities that they share, and have soft moments of just enjoying being together with one another.

For Killer, Nightmare is the first person to ever tell him he had beautiful eyes and mean it. The first person who wasn't at all put off by them.

To Nightmare, it feels like Killer is the one person that will never pick Dream over him. And he makes him feel wanted and desirable in a way few have before.

However, their are still parts of their relationship that conflict. Of course a healthy relationship will always have some conflicts. But for Killer and Nightmare the conflicts clash and fight with each other.

That along with both of their past traumas, (I wrote about Killer's back story here) means they find it difficult to talk about genuine feelings and what's bothering them. Causing things to bottle up and blow up over time.

They also find it impossible to admit that they actually love each other deeply.

They tried to be in a full on committed relationship once, (which I'm writing about in Round and Round) but it didn't work out for these issues. As well as the fact that Killer is poly by nature, and therefore gets anxious and uncomfortable in a relationship with one person only. Which he won't talk to Night about for the reasons stated above.

Enter Ccino.

Now Ccino is the missing piece for Nightmare and Killer.

He's soft and gentle spoken, which easily helps them calm down when things get heated between them. He also provides a safe and loving space to open up about what things are bothering them.

Nightmare and Killer's also, as you said, spend more energy caring for and sometimes worrying about Ccino, so they have less energy for the constant fighting.

Ccino was the missing piece. He's the person who will cuddle and read books with nightmare, but also the one who's super into affection, which Killer loveesss.

A relationship would never work between just killer and Ccino, since Ccino wouldn't be able to keep up with Killer's libido and killer doesn't know much about Ccino's mental health. And Ccino wouldn't work in a relationship with just Nightmare because Night's colder and more straight forward personality would leave him affection staved after a while.

They just work together! They are basically soul mates in this universe as well!

P. S Nightmare in this universe was also very veryyyyy jealous when Killer showed interest in Ccino. Which is something he took out on Ccino till Killer stopped it. After falling in love with Marshmallow he regrets this a lot.

I'M SO EXCITED FOR MORE. COLOURS OF LOVEEEEE

#undertale au #shipping #undertale multiverse #sansest #fluffynightkiller #fluffynight #Nightkiller #studio verse #studioverse #studio au #studio versions #studio #Fluffynightkiller #ccillermare #Colours of love #headcannons #Headcannon

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Snippet of “Awake” - First Chapter of “Divergence”

Hey, all! Wanted to share a snippet of the first chapter (”Awake”) of “Divergence” - a fic that will offshoot from “Heavy Metal Lover.” Note that this is basically a whole spoiler for chapter 20 of “Heavy Metal Lover.” If you’re like me and see random stuff saying “Don’t click if you haven’t read...” and click anyway: Hi! Welcome, chaos lover. If you like this and want to know the context, please feel free to check out the full work on AO3.

“Divergence” should be posted within two weeks and will be open to requests for the reader (”Lucky”) to have different experiences than what she has in the original. This can mean the following:

- AUs

- Re-tellings of certain scenes of the original

- Reader-specific details included in old or new/original scenes (i.e., reader is plus sized, skinny, tall, short, etc.)

- Genderbending of any of the characters

Originally made this Tumblr to share snippets of the stories on...so happy that I could finally do that! If you want to skip writing that was in the story, you can start at “Though sleep pulled at your eyelids...”

Story contains mature elements, swearing, and explicit mention of sex. Please be forewarned.

Looking back, it would only be a wonder that it did not occur sooner.

As soon as you were alone in the bedroom, you took off your shoes and eyed the clothes Heisenberg had provided you from the factory...

...before turning to the tub.

Couldn't hurt to bathe. Love to be clean. 

That man is coming back up to this bedroom.

This is the point, self.

The logical side of your brain, for once, remained quiet. 

Though you had clearly lost all sense of sensibility, you at least moved the divider to completely block the tub from any but the most determined of views. 

The water had been scalding when you got in.

By the time you had bathed and decided that your foolishness had reached its limit, it was stark cold.

"This was stupid," you said. "Fucking stupid. What did I want? Him to join me? This is the universe saying 'Wake the fuck up.'"

Though your fingers were pruned, you dried yourself off and pulled a nightgown from the small cupboard beneath the sink.

Sheer as ever. Fuck's sake. The universe had truly saved you.

Until it hadn't.

Heisenberg rushed into the room like a rocket and you jumped as the door slammed close.

"...you here, Luck?"

"Yeah," you called out. "Um...don't come over here...gotta get dressed real quick."

"...k" called Heisenberg.

Wasting no time, you slid the gown over your body and made sure to fan out the edges as far as they would go. 

You needed no mirror to see your nipples proudly displayed through the fabric.

Mouthing a 'fuck' for good measure, you frowned.

"Heisenberg?"

"Yes?"

"Do you...do you mind looking away for a second?"

"From you?"

"Yes."

"...are...are you coming out naked?"

"No," you snapped.

An awkward silence greeted you.

"Heisenberg?"

"Huh?"

"You looking away?"

"Oh. Yeah. You're good now."

Peeking from behind the divider, you only saw Heisenberg's back. 

With more speed than you were familiar with, you bolted to the bed and ducked under the covers.

Once secure beneath the pillowy softness, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay. It’s safe."

You did not miss how Heisenberg whirled around.

"Oh...fuck...that was fast."

"Yeah," you said absently.

"Trying to set a fucking record?"

"Something like that."

"Mmn. I...gotta get changed."

"Okay."

The two of you stared at the other.

"You trying to get a free show or you gonna cover those peepers?"

"...I figured you would go behind the divider."

"The divider is on your side of the bed."

"Oh," you said dumbly. "Oh. Yeah...wait."

Yanking the pillow from underneath your head, you smashed it onto your face above your mouth and pressed down.

Heisenberg chuckled. "Dramatic as hell."

"Doing what you asked of me."

"...didn't formally ask you to...did I?"

Swallowing found your throat on fire.

"Mmn."

"What was that?"

"Mmn," you repeated.

"Heh...don't go into public speaking, kid."

You frowned at the ceiling and the darkness of your eyes. 

Instead of speaking, Heisenberg decided to tell you he was done by climbing in the bed beside you. It struck you suddenly that lamps had been placed in the room instead of the candles that the castle was so beset with. But when you removed your pillow, you found yourself met by more muted darkness.

"Sure you okay with this?" asked Heisenberg. "I can fuck off and go into another room. I like to bitch like a drama king, but I don't need anything crazy set up for me."

"Bed is pretty big," you said carelessly. "S'okay. We've been closer."

The chuckle Heisenberg gave was absolutely filthy.

"We have...haven't we?"

The fucking lilt would be the death of you. What a relief it was to blink blindly and stupidly at the man in peace without judgment. 

"Hey - last time I'm reminding you...what's your one job?"

"Get you out in the morning," you replied.

"Because?"

"Ah...generators...production line...something about a reset..."

"That's my girl. Nighty night, Luck."

"Night, Heis."

A turn. A breath. A feeling that you would never be able to sleep with the man so close that you could feel his body heat radiating from him like a welcome sign. 

But you awoke.

You awoke often.

You awoke in the middle of the night from a dream you could barely recall and all the images of Alcina at the forefront of your mind. 

You awoke in Heisenberg's arms and sobbed into his chest as he clung you to him just as sweetly as any of your snowy imaginings. 

"Fuck you doing awake? No...shh...it's okay...shh...you're alright. I'm here. I've got you."

Though sleep pulled at your eyelids, you nudged your head up to feel the spikes of Heisenberg's scruff. You had to stay awake. Could not return to sleep and Alcina awaiting you with her long talons and even longer legs.

"Nightmare?"

You nodded into his neck. 

"Mmn. Have those myself...think you can go back to sleep? Don't think it's quite time for me to leave yet if you just wanna yak about it or something."

Swallowing, you exhaled. "Don't wanna go back to sleep."

With a grunt, Heisenberg sat up to leave you curled on the sheets.

"Just checking the time..."

When Heisenberg turned to pull something from the floor, you noticed that your eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark. Enough so that you saw the loose movements of his arms and realized that he had gone to bed without a shirt. 

"Fuck...two in the morning..."

"I'm sorry," you said, tensing. But Heisenberg was mumbling and coming back to you with open arms. "Sorry I woke you..."

"S'alright," he said, yawning afterward. "Gotten less sleep and done more stupid things after than make sure the reset doesn't fuck up the factory..."

As he spoke, you could feel one of his hands rubbing up and down your arm a bit too roughly. An awkward and well intended move to comfort you.

"Still...I'm sorry...you need all the sleep you can manage to get. I don't know how much work the whole factory thing will be..."

"Honestly not much as long as I get back in time," he said, hand squeezing your arm for good measure before returning to that same rough rubbing motion. "Could probably even come back here afterwards...heh...that would spook that sixty-foot snake."

You laughed a sleepy laugh and settled further into his grasp.

"Mmn...like a fucking little bunny...cuddling into me and shit..."

"I can stop...pull away..."

Heisenberg's hand stopped rubbing you in favor of clutching you to him.

"Shh...you're talking nonsense. Need some sleep."

"Heis..."

"Shhh..."

"Heis, you can just tell me that you like it when we cuddle."

When he tsked and laid his chin on your head, you smiled. It felt so much like that day at the stronghold.

"Why would I say that? Not in the business of lying to people."

Lying...yes...because what we are doing now is causing you so much distress...

"Well," you said, smiling. "I'll say it then. I like it when we cuddle. Especially in bed. Feels more comfy than cuddling in front of the lycans."

A shiver - as though Heisenberg had been beset by the cold - ran through his body.

"Oof...y'okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." he said absently. "Uh...actually...we might wanna go to sleep after all..."

"Mmn?"

"Yeah...early morning..."

"You mind if I hold onto you for a while? This...this actually helps from the nightmare."

The only way you knew how to describe Heisenberg in that moment was jittery. His movements were fine on their own but were conducted with such awkward quickness as to be alarming.

When he did not answer you, you looked up at him through the dark.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

A beat of silence and then another.

"Nothing's wrong." Quick words to match his quick movement.

"Heisenberg..."

"It's Heis."

"...you...Heis...something isn't right. Just talk to me. In English, preferably."

What you could only assume was a curse in German fell from his lips.

"I...fuck's sake, buttercup...I don't know how to...if you...this was such a bad idea...so fucking STUPID."

"What?" You paused, gathering enough evidence from his huff. "Sleeping together?"

"Yes."

"It was your idea."

"I FUCKING KNOW THAT, OKAY?" he hissed. "Just...I thought...earlier...it made more sense...this made more sense..."

"Glad something did because I am completely and utterly confused," you admitted. 

"You're confused? You started flirting with me." Heisenberg grumbled something low and rough. "Fucking gave me ideas...false hope...so I thought...guh I'm such a fucking idiot..."

Hope began to fuel you too. Fuel you and feed into the most terrible of terrific ideas.

"Are you...whatever you're trying to say...I was flirting with you. That wasn't false. Honestly...I was in the bathtub just moments before you came in hoping you would join me."

"...you what now?"

You could not help but laugh. The fact that you could not see Heisenberg's expressive face only added to the hilarity as you imagined a hundred different emotions running through that scarred skin.

"I took a bath...a long one...hoping that you would come up here in the middle of it and offer to join me...figured one thing could lead into another and the bed was here anyway..."

The pauses in between Heisenberg's voice could only endear you to him. He seemed every bit lost for words. 

"You...are you talking about...what are you talking about?"

"Sleeping with you," you supplied with a shrug. "What are you talking about?"

"Sleeping...you...ah...I wasn't...I wasn't mistaken? Shit...I...I may or may not have a fucking stiffy over here...because the cuddling is...something you enjoy so much."

"Oh?" you purred. The chance of escaping in the delights of Heisenberg’s body made your body positively teem with anticipation. But you could not forget your own actions...the last time you had seen him in such a vulnerable state. Losing some confidence, you glanced at the darkness of the bed instead of his body. "Umm...I want to touch you...want to...would it be okay if I touched you?"

"Yeah...course. You've touched me before."

"No...I mean...is it...fuck...can I jack you off?"

For a long while, Heisenberg said nothing.

The next thing you heard was a rattling spit.

"OUCH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!" he whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Pinched myself."

"You...why are you pinching yourself?"

"Because I'm clearly fucking awake but clearly dreaming at the same time because yes, I would enjoy that very much. Please. And thank you."

"Are...are you sure?"

Heisenberg's hand came down heavy but without malice on your neck.

"OW!"

"Shit...I was trying to grab your hand."

Providing your hand to his, you hitched a breath when he splayed it against his chest. His heartbeat thudded against your palm. Wrenching your knees upward, you brushed against that heated length between his legs.

"I...um...we should probably talk about boundaries before I do this."

"Huh?"

"Is this...are you okay with me just jacking you off?"

"Just? This is a goddamn holiday. Marking it on the calendar. Nothing little about it."

"Dumbass. That's not what I'm saying," you said, scratching his chest somewhat affectionately to show him that you meant no harm. "Do you...are you wanting anything more? Because I'm on my period...I'm up for it...but it might get messy and I know that's the last mess I want a certain someone finding."

"We...we can do more? More like..." You heard him take in a shaky inhale. "Can we...is like full blown intercourse on the table?"

"Sure...long as you don't call it that again," you said, shaking your head.

Grumbling and tensing his shoulders, Heisenberg whined when you dropped your touch to round one of his nipples.

"What the fuck else am I supposed to call it?"

"Sex. Fucking. Making love," you added jokingly. "Um...ah...you know...I hadn't thought about it, but maybe you genuinely didn't know. German to English...or...ah...Romanian to English. Might not have those words."

"I like making love," he said with certainty in his voice. "Let's do that. Make love."

You had expected him to laugh at that suggestion if he acknowledged it at all. But there he was giddy and practically giggling over the most flowery option he was given. 

"Okay...are there any places that you don't like being touched?"

"Not that I know of," he admitted. "Are there...is there somewhere I shouldn't touch you?"

"Not necessarily...just...no going down on me this time. Sex is one thing-"

"Making love."

"-us um...us making love is fine, but I don't want to get eaten out while my period is going on. And don't show me your dick after or comment on the blood...just...get rid of it. Please. And...and nothing too crazy to start out with. I'm not a prude, but don't want to be choked or anything harsh like that. Just...vanilla for our first go. Then we can see where things take us."

"Roger that! Heard loud and clear," he said, leaning his face to kiss your forehead. For all the lack of a relationship, Heisenberg was making you feel far much more mushy and cared for than your ex ever had. You let your hand round his stomach slow and soft in response.

"Thank you. We...if you want to, I'll jack you off for a bit before you grab the condom."

"The...I don't have one of those."

That made you freeze. 

"Not even in this room? Your chambers? If you don't feel like getting up, I can grab them from wherever they are."

Heisenberg went uncharacteristically quiet.

"Heis?"

"None in this room," he said plainly.

"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable by asking...but...is that typical? You having sex without a condom?"

It worried you. Here you were all too willing to have him fuck you into the mattress while he could be having all sorts of unprotected sex with who knows who in the village. He was attractive - a lord. Anyone with a pair of eyes could easily fall in lust if not love with him. 

Anyone with ears too...fucking sexy ringmaster voice...

"Not typical, no."

"No? Has it just...been a while?"

"Never."

"Huh?"

"Never made love before."

That sent you sitting up in bed.

"WHAT?"

"What?"

"HEISEN..." you lowered your voice, realizing he was growing tense. "You've never...I don't believe you. Quit joking. Not the time."

"Not joking," he grumbled. "Why would I joke about that?"

"You're just..."

"I'm what?"

"You're you," you said as if it clarified anything at all. "You're a lord in a small town. You have a face of a model. Not...not trying to open old wounds, but you're absolutely gorgeous underneath all those layers..."

"Yeah," he snorted. "Fatass McGee will be strutting the runways any day now."

"Oh my god...you're serious." Lying back down, you brought your hand to the clothed length between his legs. He had grown noticeably more soft since the brush of your knee, but you could feel his cock twitch when you cupped him. "So...no one? Not even foreplay or...what about kissing?"

"...ahhh...nah...none of that either...you're probably the first person to see me naked since I was a little kid...well...maybe a few folks in Constantinople. Got sloshed one time and woke up naked tied to a lamppost. But...other than that...all you."

There seemed to be no end to the surprises that would fall from Heisenberg's mouth. You stared at him - or the inky shadow that was him - and ran teasing fingers up his shaft.

"I uhh...fuck...I'm pretty sure anyone who saw me then is dead by now though," he supplied.

"Heis...you're so fucking ridiculous." 

#heavy metal lover #divergence #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you

[alixdelcourt]

Reacting to their s/o having a nightmare

Huuuuuuge fluff (again... I know what's new ? hahaha)

Ft. Bakugou, Midoryia, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari

Since he was asleep when you were having your nightmare, he’ll first get mad because your whines and sharp moves awaked him.

Growls and swears that if you don’t return to sleep, he’ll knock you out

And then realizes that you’re not awake, but having a hard nightmare time.

Withdraws the blanket from you to avoid you twisting in, and tries to wake you up.

First gently, but will go rough if it doesn’t work. Slaps you if it’s necessary for you to get out of sleep.

Your breath is jerky and your face is covered in sweat. It takes you a few seconds before realizing what happened. You were in your bed, in your room, with your boyfriend. No need to worry.

“Teddy bear, are you okay ?”

You nod, relaxing a bit. The nightmare’s over. You give him a smile and he hugs you.

“Shhh… It’s okay. You shouldn’t be afraid of anything when you’re with me, you know I’ll protect you, right ?”

Takes you in his arms, hands on your waist, and spoons you for the rest of the night.

Makes sure you fall asleep before letting himself sleep as well.

He’s a light sleeper, so he awakes at the very moment he hears your breath changing pace.

When you start wrestling with the blanket, he immediately turns on his beside lamp.

Also immediately decides to wake you up, your slight gasps and cries worrying him.

“Hey, puppy, wake up ! You’re having a nightmare ! Hey, sweetie, it’s okay, open your eyes…”

You extricate yourself from the nightmare to find yourself wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms, him looking at you with a concerned and worried gaze.

“Shhhh, it’s over, puppy… It’s over…”

Makes you talk about it, he assumes that’ll help you avoid dreaming about this again. Asks you if anything’s bothering you, if you’re afraid of something…

He cuddles you before you ask for it and leaves the light on until you’re sleepy again. When you’re okay and secure, he’ll turn off the light.

Talks and whispers about random things to makes you think of comfortable and enjoyable pictures to avoid you another nightmare.

Softly kisses your forehead when you’re finally asleep in his strong arms.

“Sleep well, puppy. I am watching over you. Always…”

Another light sleeper, but also an incurable insomniac. So he can definitely relate, since he have trouble sleeping and struggles with nightmares as well.

He opens an eye when you push him away. You were always sleeping in his arms, so why would you reject him now ?

Then he notices your shaky breathes and slight sobs. He sighs before getting up to help you out.

“Babe ? Babe… Babe ! Wake up ! It’s just a nightmare… You’re safe, you’re in bed, and there’s nothing to worry about…”

He softly caresses your cheeks, wiping your tears away. You open your eyes to see him sitting on your bed side.

“Had a bad dream, huh ?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around your knees, shaking at the memories of the horrific visions you had.

“It’s over, princess… It’s okay now. You can relax. I’ll make you some tea.”

Makes you a delicious honey milk tea and comforts you with some kisses and cuddles.

Places his cold right hand in your neck to cool your sweaty heated body down.

Since you awaked him, there’s no hope for him to come back to sleep, so he’ll just watch over you, nestled against, and play with your hair for the rest of the night.

He’ll be totally asleep until a strong punch on his nose wakes him up, all alarmed and panicked. Immediately activates his quirk, even if he’s groggy and doesn’t understand what’s going on.

When he’s sure there’s nobody else than you around, he softened and complains.

“Pebble what was that for… ?”

A few other knocks answers him, so he retires the blanket to ask you if you’re going out of your mind. And the he finds out that you were probably fighting in a middle of nightmare because you look completely scared and you’re literally shaking.

Panics a bit, doesn’t know if he had to wake you up, or if you’ll get even more terrified if he touches you.

Turns on the light, hoping you’ll get up by yourself. Also removes the blanket from you.

A few minutes later, he decides that waking you up is the best solution, but you stiffen and flinch from his touching, indiscriminately mumbling.

“Pebble… Pebble please wake up. You’re scaring me ! Pebble…”

He tries again, but you wake up, bursting into panic tears. It takes you some time before catching up your breath.

“It’s okay Pebble… It’s over ! You’re okay, it was just a nightmare. Nothing’s real, just a nightmare… You don’t have to be afraid, I am here for you. Nothing can harm you…”

Keeps repeating such things until you’re completely calmed down. Asks you if you would like him to take you in his arms.

Hugs you real tight, and you can feel his accelerated heartbeat. You really scared him out.

Whispers comforts sentences for both of you until you return to a quiet and peaceful sleep.

When he’s asleep, he’s totally passed out. Has literally no clue about what’s going on next to him.

So he just doesn’t deal with all the struggle time or doesn’t even have to wake you up.

It’s when you do wake up, shaking, terrified and screaming of fear at the top of your lungs that he awakes, panicked.

Well, maybe he’s not the best one to notice that you were having a nightmare, but when he’s awake, he’s really concerned.

“Honey… Honey it’s okay… Here I am, grab on me if you want. Here… Shhh… It’s over, honey, I promise, it’s over…”

Gently pets your hair and hugs you tightly. Tries his best to comfort you and provides you whatever you ask for.

“You want something, sweetheart ? Maybe some water ? I’ll get you that”

Turns on the bedside lamp when he leaves the bedroom for you, since you maybe feel insecure alone in the dark. Brings some snacks with the water bottle.

“It’s okay… I am with you… You can cry if it can help you evacuate”

Will cuddle you and hold you close while you’re sobbing on his chest. Caresses your hair and kisses your forehead.

He takes deep breaths so you can imitate him, and it helps you calm down. Surrounds you by pillows and plushies to comfort you.

“Feel better now, hun ?”

Sings lullabies and the softest music tunes he knows in your ears, and it both rocks you back into peaceful sleep.

Just before you definitely drown in sleep, you can hear

“I can be your personal plushie for tonight”

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Hey ! I hope you enjoy this little piece of work I just wanted to write. Feel free to ask for a part 2 ;)

Requests are still open, I will be very happy to oblige :)

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[megthemewlingquim]

Rest

Summary: The holidays exhaust you, mentally and physically. When you go to get up for a yet another early shift at work, Loki keeps you in bed via cuddle lock.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: detailed descriptions of what retail workers go through when they have bad days at work taken from personal experience and the experience of the person for which I am writing this, crying, anxiety, feelings of loneliness, hurt/comfort.

A/N: This is a late Christmas present for @ragnarachael, to cheer her up after what has been (for her) a very hard and exhausting Christmas season. Anyone else who needs this can use it as a way to help themselves. I just wanted to cheer up a friend, so that she knows that she is in fact wonderful and good enough, even when bad days arise.

You wake up the morning after Christmas Day, and all you want to do is go back to sleep. The alarm clock reads 6:45 A.M, and it yells at you. It also blinds you, interrupting the darkness behind your eyelids with white light.

WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE—

You click the alarm off with a muffled groan. You struggle to move, your eyes betraying you and getting used to the darkness yet again. Your body betrays you as well, slowly getting used to the warmth the covers provide you. Sleep seems quite inviting. Those sleeps where you wake up earlier than you want, but then go back to sleep to get those last few hours in? Heavenly.

Also lovely when you have someone beside you to trap you in his arms as if to say, “Don’t go. It’s not time yet, and I still want you here.”

Sometimes, he says that literally.

Loki hates it when you have to get up early. He hates having the feeling of your body beside him be taken away by your job. Sometimes, your schedule is quite nice, with weekends off and shorter shifts on more days during the week to leave you with time for leisure. When it isn’t like that it’s horrible, with multiple days during the week but with longer shifts, and the weekends taken up as the cherry on top. In addition, sometimes you have to get up early. Very early. Like, being there when the store you work at opens to no one early. 

This time, it is a Saturday, and you have to get up early. The day after Christmas.

You had had a two-day break with Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Before Christmas Eve you had worked a couple of days in a row.

The holidays completely exhaust you. Christmas especially is probably the worst season to be a retail worker. You’re stuck at the register for your entire shift, waiting for the unhappy customers who, unfortunately, take their confusion and dissatisfaction on you, the person who has no control over what you sell, what you have sold out of, and your prices. Of course, this happens year-round, but due to the hectic nature of the Christmas shopping season, the general unhappiness of the human race is revealed even more.

Every day, your feet ache from standing for hours on end, and every day you go in, you dread working with people who don’t care about you and working for people who don’t appreciate you. On very special days, you are practically yelled at, and then you have to go into the bathroom on your break to cry your way out of your anxiety.

The only good thing about working today will probably be how the Christmas season is drawing to a close. This means less busy days, less busy people, fewer moments with your managers that leave you shaky and terrified.

With that thought doing a little bit to motivate you, you move to get out of bed.

However, you’re held back. Loki’s arms are around you before you can tell, and their grip from behind is warm and comforting - not at all helping you to get out of bed.

“Stay,” is what he pleads. Rather than hearing a groggy voice filled with annoyance at your movements, you hear one that is softer, quieter, “Stay here, please.”

“Loki,” you protest, fighting sleepily against his grip, “I have - I have to get ready, you know that. I—”

“No, you don’t,” he says, waking up fully now. His eyes open and, upon seeing you fidgeting against him, he lets go of you only slightly. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Why?” you ask, grateful that he has allowed you to turn around and look at him. You are not mad, just a little annoyed, but your tired brain is unable to let that show. “I’ll be home right afterward.”

He sighs, breathing in and out deeply through his nose. “Sweetheart, you’ve been working all week. You try so hard to mask what’s bothering you, but I know you, and I know how you are with these things. You’re exhausted, you fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillows, and every day you have to go into that dreaded workplace, I see you as if you have a weight on your shoulders. I can tell, you dread working there with those people. You hate the schedules, you hate how they treat you. You hate the time spent away from home, from me.  So, why do you keep going when it’s in your better interest to stay?”

“Money pays the bills,” you say with a sigh of your own.

“Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m a prince, and I was once a king. We’re married. If you take me up on one of my many offers, you’ll never have to work again.”

“Stop that,” you say. “Please. I appreciate it, but I can’t depend on you for that. I’ll feel bad about it.”

“You shouldn’t,” Loki says. “I want to do that for you.”

“I am aware, but I don’t want that for either of us. I’d rather play a part in our living.” You move to get up again, but that’s when Loki moves as well, taking you in his arms for the second time.

“Loki!” you whisper angrily, “I have to—”

“No,” he says, a little more stern now. “You do not have to go in today.”

“Why is that?” you huff.

“Because you need to rest.”

“Loki, please let me go, I need to go. I’m supposed to be in the shower already, that’s why I woke up so early.”

“If you will not accept my offer for our future, at least accept this. Accept the rest you obviously need and deserve.”

You have a hard time being mad at him. Yes, you’re annoyed but mad? Never. You sigh. “Loki. I have to work.”

“Do you want to?” he asks.

“No,” you say without hesitation. “Of course I don’t. But I know I have to. I’ll get in trouble if I don’t go.”

“So there are a lot of reasons you need to go, and those are all valid reasons, but you’re not thinking of one thing: your health.”

“I feel fine.”

“Do not try to lie to me. You’re not ‘fine’, as much as you’d like to convince both of us that you are. As I said before, you’re exhausted, and you’re mentally drained whenever you go. You often come home in tears, but you practically fall asleep as soon as we get to bed, so I cannot comfort you. How I wish that you would see this… I want to help you, to give you strength and rest and love, all things you deserve.”

“Loki—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

All this time, Loki’s voice continues to remain gentle. It’s nice to see that despite your persistence, he is not mad at you.

You squirm, trying to get out of his arms. At this point you might even have to call into work, saying you’ll be late. Sorry, my husband wouldn’t let me out of bed. What kind of excuse is that?

His grip holds. “Stay,” he whispers, and suddenly you feel tears rising in your eyes.

You haven’t realized, all this time during the holidays, that you’ve missed him. You’ve missed your husband so much, but seeing him has been hard. With your long hours and your exhaustion and your anxiety, it has been extremely difficult to see Loki and to spend any time with him. He doesn’t seem concerned about this himself, not too much, but he only seems concerned about you, and that makes you feel even worse.

But still, he misses you, too.

“No,” you whisper back.

“Stay...”

Your eyes shut and the tears pour down. “No!”

“Stay here. Stay here with me.”

You stop struggling, completely breaking down and crying fully into your pillow. He lets you go, realizing how you are. Then, with a small, sad sigh, he turns you around to face him. You’re practically limp, motionless as you sob.

“Sweetheart...” he croons, his voice low and soft and everything you’ve been missing. “Sweetheart, c’mere...”

You cling to him, relishing in his touch as he draws you to him for the first time in what seems like years. Your breathing is choppy, rough, and you cannot seem to get yourself calmed down. It’s as if everything you’ve shut out from your mind these past few weeks has been completely unlocked and has come crashing down onto you.

All the while, Loki keeps you close, shushing you gently and rubbing your back in circles. He calls you the prettiest words and praises you as you cry:

“I know, my love, I know. I’ll take care of you. Of everything.

“That’s it, sweetness, let it all out for me.

“This is just one simple thing you need: a good, long rest and some time with someone who loves you. Just rest here with me. I have you here, and I’m not letting go of you.”

As you cry, you notice your exhaustion taking hold of you again. Though it doesn’t seem possible, the covers seem more warm and even more inviting, and the darkness seems to make your eyes even more heavy.

Loki’s hands keep themselves on the back of your head and on your back, all warm and strong and still infinitely tender. He kisses your cheeks and your forehead, all the while continuing to comfort you in the best way he knows how.

“I love you. I love you so much and it breaks my heart to see you this way. You deserve so much... and you haven’t been accepting anything for yourself. You need to do that, beloved.

“But don’t... don’t worry. My love, I’m here. Here to help you. For now, let’s stay here. Stay here together. You need this, and you know it. I love you so much, my dearest. I love you with all my heart.”

#loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki #loki friggason #marvel #mcu #mcu loki #loki odinson x reader

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I wish you would write a fic (if you want lol)....where bucky needs a bunch of cuddles after getting deprogrammed and steve is always happy to provide! 😂

Yesssss I am so here for touch starved Bucky! Plus, hurt/comfort? I am Thrilled with this kind of thing.

And ONCE AGAIN you've hit on something I vaguely have on my WIP list that kinda fits this prompt, so, I'll provide you with that idea. Its full of cuddles and also angst I'm sorry for that haha.

This is straight from it, so... it's rough:

Hurt/comfort, touch starved, and delirious Bucky having withdrawal from the drugs HYDRA had him on to keep him pliant and under their control. After dragging Steve to shore. More or less feral and just out of him mind, deteriorating as the drugs slowly fade from his system.

And now that Bucky is on the run he has no where to stay. So he's hunkered down in an abandoned building, in the corner on his side, curled into a ball, facing the only entrance, shivering.

That's where Steve finds him.

And at first Bucky won't let him get close at all. He can't talk, his throat is too dry and his tongue is too thick. So he ends up growling at him - lips cracked and bleeding - in order to try and get him to go away (because he's lucid enough to know he's dangerous while not knowing why he's dangerous or why this person needs to be safe from him). It burns his throat but the asset doesn't care, something inside him howls that it should burn. That it. The? He? He deserves the hurt. 

Eventually though-

After a long while of not giving up and not leaving Steve crouches and sits criss cross like he's waiting for him to do something. Bucky can't keep growling forever.

And a little after that Steve inches closer and closer and closer until he's blocking all of Bucky's vision. The asset lets him do it for unknown reasons, it's unsafe but it doesn't matter. He doesn't care. 

Steve slowly, slowly, s l o w l y begins to touch him, just with one finger then two then three then his whole hand. The asset has never felt blinding warmth like what unfurls from the hazily familiar man's hand onto his skin.

Bucky mouth moves without his permission, *Steve's name in russian? ...something else?* and the man doesn't seem to know what it means.

Steve just keeps touching him.

There's a voice, somewhere, coming from… the man's ear. From the piece of plastic in his ear. An earpiece. Normally the asset would rip it out and destroy it. Its unsafe.

"He said Steve."

Its a woman's voice, the asset knows his hearing is better than a normal humans. He shouldn't be able to hear it. He keeps quiet.

SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve Steve Steve Steve S t e v e rolls around in his head. Who is Steve? Is Steve… who is Steve to Bucky? Bucky. Am I Bucky? 

Steve keeps petting him and touching him. The voice in his ear keeps talking but every time Steve ignores the voice. He says more and more about staying as long as he wants him to. Bucky doesn't want to ever leave if he's going to keep touching him.

A long time passes. Bucky doesn't know how much of it exactly passes, its just a lot.

Eventually, Steve lifts him slowly (Bucky's underweight from not being able to move from his hiding spot so it's easy for him) moving him and curling him into his lap. Bucky presses his face to his stomach while Steve slowly but surely works his hands through his matted, tangled hair. Bucky falls asleep in his arms.

When he wakes up he's still wrapped up in Steve's arms but he's not freezing and he's not shaking and he's not starving. He's safe and warm and held. He doesn't know where they are because its not where they were when he fell asleep but he's too exhausted to do anything about it.

"Steve," Bucky breathes, burrowing further into his chest, and blacking out.

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