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firstkanaphans · 2 months

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i have this habit of reading ao3 before i sleep or i just won't get sleep (yeah i am a teenager with effed up sleep habits)

and i realised that there are not enough sickfics in the firstkhao fandom 😭😭 like there are a few under akkaye but nothing under sandray (i don't remember if there is anything under alangaipa cause there is probably nothing)

so obviously i have a request to my fav writer which is PLEASE GIVE ME SICKFICS DJDNDNNSJDND

the absolute tenderness of looking after your lover, trying to shield them from it all and them just clinging on to you... I WILL CRY

i would love to read any sickfic from you, be it any fk couple. hope you dont mind this request <3

Anon, I really hope you're still around to read this because I know it's been ages since you requested it, but look! I wrote you a SandRay sick!fic. I hope you enjoy 💕 Word Count: 2227

Ray was sick. Or, well, he had been.

For days he had been fighting off a bad case of the flu and although he had a tendency to become extra stubborn when he was ill, Sand took care of him without argument. He cooked Ray delicious homemade soup, washed the sweat from his body so that he wouldn’t get a chill, and made sure he never missed a dose of his medicine.

At the height of his illness, Ray had found Sand’s unwavering attention annoying since all he wanted to do was sleep, but now, as the fever started to abate, he realized just how lucky he had been. It didn’t seem fair that all of that attention had been wasted when Ray wasn’t alert enough to appreciate it. So even though he was feeling better, he pretended that he wasn’t.

He was sitting in bed propped up on a mountain of pillows when Sand walked into the room that night with his evening meds. Ray gave him a wobbly smile and then immediately dissolved into a coughing fit that was only half for show.

Sand frowned, setting the glass of water and pills he was carrying down onto Ray’s bedside table before climbing onto the mattress with him, his hand raised to feel Ray’s forehead. Ray just watched him, wide-eyed and innocent. He knew his cheeks were flushed, but it wasn’t from fever. He had spent the past couple minutes pinching them hard enough to color his skin. He wanted it to look convincing.

“You’re not feeling any better?” Sand asked, dropping his hand back to his side. “You look better. Whenever I touched you before, you would just yell and swat me away.”

“I feel a little better,” Ray allowed, blinking at his boyfriend owlishly.

“Well, if you’re not feeling a lot better by tomorrow, we may need to go back to the doctor. I’m worried about you.”

“There’s no need to worry,” Ray said, pulling on Sand’s arm so that he was forced to sit down on the bed next to him. “I’m fine!”

If this had been a normal day, Sand probably would have rolled his eyes, but because Ray was sick, he didn’t. He just wrapped his arm around Ray’s shoulders and held him tight. Although Ray liked their usual teasing banter, he liked this too. He liked being spoiled. He liked that Sand had been staying home to take care of him instead of running off to a bunch of different jobs he didn’t need. He liked how his illness sanded down Sand’s rough edges. He liked that at their essence, this was what they were: soft and in love. “Do we have any more ice cream?”

Sand dutifully brought Ray a bowl of ice cream and they spent the night cuddling in bed watching movies. Ray knew it was destined to be his last night of sick leave; in the morning, he would be forced to make a miraculous recovery. But, he had to admit, it was time.

Ray woke up with the sun only to find that Sand was still asleep next to him, which was odd. Sand was an early riser. Figuring he was simply exhausted from the days spent taking care of Ray, Ray leaned in to kiss him on the forehead only to find that he was burning up.

Ray pulled back in alarm, quickly replacing his lips with his hand, but the result was no better. Sand was sweltering hot to the touch. Too hot. Right? Ray wasn’t sure. He had never had to diagnose anyone before.

“Sand?” he said, shaking his boyfriend frantically. Sand would know what to do. Sand always did. “Sand, wake up. I think you’re sick!”

Sand very clearly did not want to wake up. He rolled away from Ray, buried his head underneath the covers, and started coughing. “Just bring me some medicine,” he said, his voice muffled. “I’ll be fine.”

Ray hopped out of bed immediately, determined to get the medicine for him as fast as possible, but it was only as he was standing alone in the middle of the room that he realized he had no idea where the medicine was kept. They had moved into this apartment together only a few weeks before. It would have been sooner, but Sand took some convincing because the apartment was technically way out of his budget.

In the end, Ray had worn him down, but Sand had adamantly refused to spend the extra money on movers, so they had done everything themselves. Or, well, Sand had. Ray had thanked him with copious amounts of blowjobs. It had seemed like a good system at the time, but now he had no idea where anything was.

He wandered into the bathroom and began looking through cabinets, figuring that was the most likely place for medicine to be, and eventually he found a couple bottles that looked familiar. They were empty.

Ray ran back into the bedroom, waving the bottles around frantically. “Sand, I think we’re out. What do I do now? Sand?” Sand was apparently too delirious to answer him. He wasn’t yet asleep, but his only response to Ray’s voice was a pained groan. Ray stared down at the bottles in his hand hoping that if he wished hard enough, they would simply refill themselves. But of course they didn’t.

It was then that Ray remembered Sand offering him a handful of pills the night before that Ray had only pretended to take since he was only pretending to be sick. He rushed over to his bedside table and pulled the pills out of his drawer.

“Sand, here,” he said excitedly, coming around to his side of the bed with a glass of water. “You need to take these.”

With some gentle coaxing, he was eventually able to get Sand to sit up and take the pills, but he looked horrible and collapsed back down onto the mattress immediately. Ray just stared at him helplessly, trying to figure out what in the world he was supposed to do next.

He thought about calling Sand’s mom or his own dad or, hell, Mew—literally anyone who might be able to help—but his pride stopped him from actually picking up the phone. Sand had taken care of him for nearly a week without any help at all. Surely, Ray could do the same.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to think. The first thing he needed to do was buy more medicine.

“Sand? Sand?” he asked, shaking his boyfriend’s limp body. He had planned to ask whether Sand would be okay alone for a few minutes while he ran to the store, but Sand didn’t respond. He was fast asleep. In the end, Ray decided to go. He changed clothes, made sure Sand’s phone and a glass of water were easily within his reach, and then promised he would be back in fifteen minutes. As he stepped out their front door, he couldn’t help but think Sand would probably be better off alone than in his inept care.

Ray realized his first mistake within minutes: he had not taken a picture of the meds he needed to replace. When he reached the pharmacy right around the corner from their apartment, he was immediately overwhelmed by the options and he had no clue what Sand needed. He tried googling it only to become overwhelmed again, but in the end, a nice older lady helped him pick out a couple things she thought would be useful and Ray threw a few extras into his basket as well. Just in case.

When he returned home, Sand hadn’t moved, but he was shivering and covered in sweat, so Ray grabbed a washcloth and a basin of water and did his best to clean him. It wasn’t as easy as Sand made it look. His motions were clumsy and he felt sure that if Sand were conscious enough to know what was happening, he would have laughed at his efforts.

After that, Ray bundled Sand back into bed and headed into the kitchen to make soup for the first time in his life. On the night Ray had first fallen ill, Sand had made him a pot of soup that tasted so good he had devoured it within a day. It was Sand’s mom’s recipe and she claimed it had healing powers. Ray didn’t doubt it. Sand told him his mom’s soup was the one bright spot of getting sick. That it almost made the whole thing worth it. So Ray knew he needed to make it for Sand, too.

He had texted Sand’s mom and picked up the ingredients while he was out, but now that he was staring at them spread out over the counter, he felt less confident about his ability to recreate the recipe. There was nothing he could do about that now. He sighed and got started chopping the vegetables. Badly. Sand did most of the cooking in their house. Ray was starting to realize that Sand did most of everything.

Hours later, the finished soup was simmering on the stove and Ray smelled like a Thai restaurant. He quickly hopped in the shower, washing off the last vestiges of his own illness and the evidence of his poor cooking, and then headed back to the bedroom where Sand was still asleep. He held his hand out to feel Sand's forehead and although his body temperature felt more normal than before, he was still shivering.

Ray didn’t know what else to do so, feeling helpless, he simply laid by his boyfriend’s side and wrapped his arms around him, praying that the worst of it would soon go away. Was this what it had felt like for Sand to watch him be sick over the past week? Had Ray only prolonged that pain by pretending he wasn’t well?

The shivering stopped. They both fell asleep.

Ray was awoken some time later by Sand moving in his arms. He sat up immediately, ready to run and fetch whatever Sand needed to feel better, but when Sand finally opened his eyes, he no longer looked pained. Just tired.

“Are you okay?” Ray asked, reaching for Sand’s face as if searching for an injury he already knew didn’t exist. “What do you need? Medicine? Water? Food? I made soup!”

Ray was cursing himself for not setting alarms for Sand’s medicine the way Sand had done for him when Sand gave him a weak smile. “You made soup?” he teased and that, at least, told Ray the medicine was working.

“I did!” Ray insisted.

“Well then some soup might be nice.”

So Ray hopped out of bed and prepared a bowl of soup for Sand. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Sand already sitting propped up on a couple pillows, taking better care of himself than Ray had taken of him.

“You look better,” he said.

“I feel better,” Sand agreed.

“I’m sorry I got you sick.”

Sand shrugged. “It was bound to happen. Now about this soup…”

Ray refused to pass Sand the bowl, scared he might drop it, but he dutifully scooped a spoonful of Tom Yum out and offered it to him. Sand sniffed it hesitantly before taking a bite.

The soup had barely touched his tongue before his whole face scrunched up in distaste. He quickly tried to school his features, but it was too late. Such an extreme reaction was hard to miss.

“What’s wrong?” Ray asked, trying a bite himself. All he could taste was salt. He made the same face Sand had and suddenly, he felt like he was going to cry.

“Oh, don't cry,” Sand said, taking the bowl from him, setting it down on the bedside table, and then pulling him into a hug. Even though Ray was no longer sick and certainly didn’t deserve the comfort, he let himself be held anyway.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I’m such a crappy boyfriend. You took such good care of me for a whole week and I can’t even make you a pot of soup without fucking it up. I haven’t even been sick these past couple days. I’ve just been pretending so you would pay more attention to me!”

“Oh, baby. I know.”

That was enough to stop Ray’s tears. “You do?”

“Of course I do. You’re not a very good liar. But look, it’s fine. It’s the thought that counts,” he said, running his fingers through Ray’s hair. Surprisingly, that was all it took to calm him down.

“I’ll get better,” Ray promised, leaning his head on Sand’s shoulder. “And I’ll order you more soup from that place you like.”

“You’re doing fine,” Sand soothed. “Just stay here with me. That’s all I need. You’re all I need.”

Ray laid with his head on Sand’s chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I love you,” he said because that was the one thing he knew he could provide. He had more than enough love to give.

Sand smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too.”

#only friends the series #only friends fanfic #sandray #sandray fanfic #sarah writes things #fun fact: while i was writing this fic i learned that tom yum actually does have healing powers #apparently the capsaicin in the peppers boosts immune response #i have a master’s degree in nutrition 🙃

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ladylooch · 2 months

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i know it will be lio and lucie day tomorrow and this blurb is old but i love and i’m so curious about it!

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/721791175707803648/wait-what-happens-to-lucie-when-nico-gets-home?source=share

does lucie come down stairs the next day with puffy eyes and her parents can tell she was crying the whole night? or how was she seeing lexi for the first time after this? i also loved how even though she’s a big girl she crawled into nicos arms

SOBBBBBBBBS! Omg I love Nico so much in that one 😭

Lucie comes downstairs quiet the next morning. She is well aware that her parents are not kidding around with her punishment.

"Made you a bagel, sweets." Nico murmurs, trying to hand it to her. Lucie veers around Nico, grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit on the counter and walking out the door. While the rest of the family eats breakfast, Lucie sits in the car, waiting to be driven to school.

"You wanna take Mack and Soph and I'll take the grumpy one?" Nico asks Lexi when they finish. She contemplates.

"What is your approach going to be?" Lexi murmurs, knowing her husband''s greatest weakness is their oldest.

"Same as last night. Mama and I love you and we want you to be a capable, well adjusted adult." Lexi chuckles, then puckers her lips for a smooch.

"Good luck, babe."

Nico heads out to the garage, irritation tugging his brows when he sees Lucie's dirty Vans are resting on the expensive dashboard of his Mercedes.

"Feet off." He insists as he slides in. Lucie rolls her eyes, but pulls them down. Nico turns the car on and exits the garage.

"Where are Mack and Soph?"

"Just me and you today, kiddo."

"I'm not a kid."

"You are. And you're my kid. Which means you should lose the lip." Nico says as he starts to drive down the street. They drive past Timo and Emma's house. Timo is on the porch and waves. Nico tosses one back to him. Lucie sighs, leaning her face against the window as they drive.

It isn't long before Nico notices Lucie wiping at her nose and eyes. Nico sighs. This is going to be hard on all of them. He pulls up to the drop off line at school. Lucie is undoing her seatbelt before the car even stops.

"Hey, mama made you lunch." He points to the lunchbox she is trying to leave on the floor.

"I don't want anything she made." Lucie then slams the door, stalking towards the building. Nico pops open his door and stands. He knocks the hood of the car to get her attention.

"Hey." Nico calls to her. "Come here."

"No."

"Lucie Hischier, now." Nico firmly insists. She pauses, clearly contemplating how much she is willing to push him. Then, begrudgingly, she turns back.

"You're going to grab that lunch box, take it with you and eat it today." He points to the door. "Your mom woke up early this morning to make your favorite sandwich and pack your favorite snacks and she slipped in an extra cookie, even though I argued against it. You're gonna eat it. And when you get home tonight, you're going to thank her for it and tell her you love her." Lucie stares at him by the passenger side door. "I am not playing with you, Luc. Your mama deserves better than this from you." So does he, but right now isn't about him; it's about making sure his wife is advocated for.

Lucie opens the door, grabs the lunch box, then turns and walks away again.

"Thank you. I love you!" Nico calls to her back. Lucie scrunches down, utterly embarrassed at him saying that so loudly. She gets to her group of friends then sprints into the building with them.

Nico sighs, looking over to where his sister is dropping Livy off behind him. Good timing!

"How could you do that to her!?" Emma jokes out the window. "So embarrassing!"

"Not gonna win dad of the year for this year. I'll give it to T."

"He will appreciate that. What are you up to? You hungry?"

"You cooking?"

"Yeah, invite your wife too! Kinda like her."

Nico laughs.

Yeah, he does too.

#lio & lucie

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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I've been getting TOO MANY mohyo content on my twt tl and i just can't stop thinking about them. Just mohyo bickering and teasing each other and thEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE??? jihyo teasing momo and when momo fights back and towers over her she just cowers😭😭 and I thought it'd be best to come to you (if asks are open and you're not busy ofc)🙇

Momo was stressed and woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She's pissed early in the morning and jihyo thought it would be fun to tease her for being grumpy and all. Cue to momo ignoring jihyo (which she finds weird but continues to tease her anyway) waiting for the perfect opportunity until they're alone. Momo is HUNG and they've fucked before but her dragging jihyo to their room teasing her how she's so tiny and that she wouldn't fit inside her until she's sorry absolutely breaks jihyo. She ends up apologizing and getting roughly fucked by momo she's so overstimulated and on the verge of passing out.

I hope it's ok. You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

thank you for coming to me! took a while to fill but i loved this rq, mohyo brainrot always!

"say you're sorry again and i might forgive you."

momo brushes her nose against jihyo's wet cheeks, kneeling down to meet her height. jihyo's throat was sore, momo was unwavering in her decision of punishing jihyo for picking on her all day long. jihyo tried to move, but even if she tried to fight back it would be a lost battle. her fists were tied up together and momo had been using her body for long, delightful minutes, seeking for her own pleasure.

"i'm so-" jihyo coughs, her throat tired. "i'm sorry!"

"i'm not convinced." momo gets up again, holding jihyo's head by her hair, slapping her face with her thick, heavy cock. "you look way better when you can't speak, leader."

jihyo feels her cheek wet with more tears, embarrassed at the way momo calls her. "momo..."

"what?" momo grins. "you don't like it when i call you that? i keep wondering what the girls would think about their leader on her knees begging for my cock."

jihyo whimpers, opening her mouth to allow momo to slip her cock in, but momo doesn't. "please." jihyo asks, her voice low, starting to ignore her own pride.

"i bet you'd love to keep sucking my dick for hours, wouldn't you?" momo questions. "but i want something else."

momo lifts jihyo's body, showing off her strength when she does it as easily as it is to lift a pillow, and places the younger on the bed, with her face against the surface of the bed and ass up, showing her used core that was still leaking from when momo fucked her. momo brushes the tip of her cock over jihyo's folds, then slips inside in a single thrust of hips that makes jihyo cry.

"'m sorry, momo!" jihyo says, hoping momo would slow down, because she felt uneasy with how rough momo was taking her. it felt good. not only good but incredible, to the point that jihyo had tears falling down her cheeks, even loving the way the tight fit made it hurt, but she feared she might pass out if momo kept up like that.

"all day long you've been pushing my buttons only to get fucked like a slut," momo grunts, burying every inch of her shaft in before pulling away until the tip was almost out, then slamming it back inside harshly, "and when you realize my cock is too big for you, you cower."

"d-didn't know you were really mad!" jihyo whines, absolutely helpless, unable to move her arms due to the tie that momo used to restrain her wrists. "at least... a-at least untie me, please?"

momo thinks about it, deciding on giving in to jihyo's wish just this time, because she had better plans on her mind. she sets jihyo's wrists free, but then lies on the bed and brings jihyo to her lap, almost laughing at how easy it was to throw her around, as if jihyo is her doll. momo took her time, her eyes travelling through jihyo's now bruised body, feeling no pity whatsoever. jihyo asked for that, and momo would make sure she reminded every second of it.

momo pushes two fingers inside jihyo, getting them coated with slick. jihyo widens her eyes when momo pulls out and slides them in her ass, but she can't help but moan with the pleasure, even humping momo's fingers.

"you will ride me until i say it's enough," momo tells her, replacing her fingers with her cock when she thinks jihyo is ready. "and don't you dare to stop."

jihyo holds onto momo's stomach for support as she starts to ride, doing it slowly because momo was already too big for her pussy, now it felt like she was being ripped apart. much to jihyo's shame, she loved every second of it, especially the way momo forced herself in her — rough, feral and unwavering. just the way jihyo yearned for.

"s-so good," jihyo whimpered, her hips moving faster each seconds, using all the energy left in her to fuck herself on momo's cock. "you're so big, momo."

momo held jihyo's waist, feeling her cock throb at the tightness surrounding her. she grunts and throws her head back, feeling close to the edge again. momo takes the lead and fucks up into jihyo, the younger falling on top of her when she does, walls squeezing momo's length so tightly that momo's hips faltered, desperate to come. jihyo sneaks her hand between them and rubs her clit in time with momo's thrusts, breathing heavily and coming first.

momo groans, shaft reaching the deepest that she could before she filled jihyo's ass. still trying to steady her breathing, momo looks at the younger's face, seeing that her eyes were closed. it had been so long since they had time to enjoy each other, that they'd even forgotten how good it was for momo to be inside jihyo and jihyo to have momo stuffing her to her limit.

"jihyo?" momo calls, only receiving a small hum. "tired?"

jihyo nods slowly, it's all she can do. she feels absolutely destroyed, yet if she could she'd do it all over again.

at least momo was there to take care of her.

#anon #momo #jihyo #mohyo #g!p #fill

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rowanaelinn · 2 years

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So this is very random and I apologize if this makes no sense 😂 but I’ve been obsessed with the Lana Del Rey album Ultraviolence, and I can’t help but make comparisons between it and your fic Fire on Fire (which I’m absolutely obsessed with). Most of this is from before the real events of the story, talking about her history and flashbacks with Arobynn.

So starting with the first song, Cruel World, I feel like it encapsulates how Aelin views and interacts with her world around her. She feels young and wild but also like the world is spinning too fast, and it’s going to leave her behind, so she’s racing and acting crazy to catch up, which leads to her partying and her addiction fed by Arobynn. Almost like he is Who she’s trying to keep up with.

The next song, Ultraviolence, gives me very much the vibes of Arobynn and Aelin’s “relationship”. That song hints at an abusive relationship, with lines like “loving you was really hard,” and “he hit me and it felt like a kiss”. The narrator knows this guy is bad for her yet she can’t stop herself from coming back, almost like Aelin and Arobynn. She’s not even necessarily consciously aware at first what’s going on, but she already knows she can’t get away.

Shades of Cool is how I imagine Aelin sort of feels about him before she wises up to everything going on. She isn’t sure she’s interested in him romantically (🤢) but she’s still stuck in that pull that Arobynn has on her. I don’t know if this makes any sense 😂 but I get the vibes with the lines like “But you are unfixable, I can't break through your world” and “And when he calls, he calls for me and not for you”.

Okay, Brooklyn Baby is both more complicated and less complicated at the same time. I think it’s really just how Aelin kinda views herself for a while there while she’s still a teenager. She thinks she’s some mature, confident, self assured grown woman already, who can handle everything in the world, even if she’s really not. Key lines: “Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool, But he's not as cool as me” and “They say I'm too young to love you, They say I'm too dumb to see”.

West Coast I guess for me just highlights a lot of the lifestyle that she’s living, that carefree destructive lifestyle. She has Sam and she has her friends, but she also has her neglectful parents, and she’s tossed herself into this spiral, pretending it’s a good way to live. “"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'.”

The last one that really makes me think of Fire on Fire is Pretty When You Cry. There’s different angles of this song that I think relate to it. First off, I think part of it hits at how Arobynn was so adept at making Aelin feel special, and kind of isolating her into making her think he was the only one who cared about her. Like in the line “All those little times you said that I'm your girl, You make me feel like your whole world”. But then it also transitions into a different facet of their relationship with the words “They don't mean shit compared to all your drugs”. This is when Aelin turns to him out of desperation, after she gets kicked out and she has to turn to him for drugs and money. And then finally, the line “I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe, You never do, babe, that's just what you do, Because I'm pretty when I cry”. This really highlights Arobynn’s overall cruelty towards her. He makes her trust him, makes her rely on him, but never treats her well. When she’s vulnerable, he takes advantage of her, and leaves her more destroyed than she was before.

If you can’t tell, I love this fic haha 😂 I’m sorry for throwing my rambling thoughts on you but I just couldn’t help but notice the similarities and I wanted to share 😊

I saw this ask when I woke up this morning and it legit made me cry 😭

I wanted to answer right away but instead it made me re listen to the entire album and I need to say: You’re right on every point

I knew that my Aelin made me think a lot of Lana’s early albums (and if you never listened to Marina’s Electra Heart you should because it’s a lot like Aelin too) but I never made all those connection and now I’ll never be able to listen to the album without thinking of Fire on Fire Aelin😭

I feel like Brooklyn Baby could be so much like the past as you said, but also what I want Aelin to become in the future. She has this thing with Rowan but at the same time she needs to be herself without a man defying her! And for the line: "They say I’m too young to love you, they say I’m too dumb to see" it could be Arobynn telling her she cannot be in love with Rowan etc…

There is also this line, "you say I’m like ice, I freeze" that makes me thing of this little part of story I deleted before posting because it felt weird but I still love it:

in a strange way, it had always been rowan. even before she met him, it had been rowan. she realized that she hated him because he was like her, the same darkness in his eyes.

rowan had been the only person who saw all horrible parts of her her and still stuck around, even if it was as her enemy only.

it felt like she had been made to find rowan and to be with him, so they could burn the world together. because she had mistook him for everything he wasn’t, him the ice and her the fire, she thought it was because they were opposite. but she forgot that ice burned too.

Thank you so much for this Morgan, I screenshot ed that ask and will always keep it to reread whenever I need to🥹

Also, you made me wanna go back to this story 😂

#ask #fire on fire ask

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kalpasio · 1 year

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I woke up earlier and saw the update but I read it as "kitchen of the shitty chef" so I was so confused that I almost burnt my breakfast XD

I'm glad finals ended for youuu! Mine also ended this week but I still have some requirements left to finish hahaha 😅

Not sure what I was expecting when I saw the modern au tag but I didn't expect to cry so early in the morning jahsjaja. I enjoyed reading it tho! I'm glad to read more of Kalpas interacting with other characters since it's almost rare.

Reader wearing jim jams gave me life-

Thank you for the update! Hope you have a great day ahead hehe. Take careee!

- the other herrscher anon

oh nOOO!!!!! I made the title at like 4 in the morning, I'm so sorry 😭

finals are the fucking WORST! I really hope they went well for you, and good luck with your last bit of work!!!! 🧡

I was like so excited to write a modern AU and then I just sat there and went "oh shit, I don't know what to do" lol 100% did not need to be nearly so sad, and think my next like 5 fics are gonna be happy to make up for it lol

kalpas is like so shut off from everyone, he wouldn't go out of his way to talk to them but when he does like every interaction is just gold and I wish we saw more!!!! I'm in love with this man your honor

you can pry readers jim jams out of my cold dead hands

I hope the rest of your day is happier!!! 🧡 and I promise there will be happy kalpas soon!!

#Other Herrscher anon! 🧡🧡#BOTH Herrscher anons in the inbox today #very special occasion lol #writing happy Kalpas as a comfort fic for myself even though im the one who made me sad lol

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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ughh i just got another obsession with another character but i thknk you don’t write for them😭 but yeah can i still request something else for Vi? like Vi came back from stillwater and knew reader before she went in, and then she’s look for reader before jinx cuz she wanna tell reader she’s in love with them and need their help? thank youuu love youu🥺❤️

━ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, Slight fight ( reader throws a lamp at Vi ) angst if you squint, fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - The gif is being stupid, ignore that. ALSO WHO IS IT? WHO IS THE CHARACTER? and thank you ily more <333 I’ve been really off lately so I’m sorry this is so bad

Knock, knock, knock

The repeating sound was what first woke you up. Early morning hours, sun just beginning to peak over the horizon though you could barely see it through the sheets that blocked the window. The room almost pitch black making you want to go back to sleep.

You rubbed your eyes, carefully and quietly slipping out of your bed. You were also well aware of what time it was, and the knocking at your door couldn't be anything good.

Then again, maybe it was your drunk friend coming to crash again. But she always just walked in, having a key but once you thought about it, you didn't trust her to not lose it.

As you reached the front door, you stood up on your tippy toes looking through the peephole. But it was someone in a hood, looking down at the ground. Pulling away in a panic you tripped over your own feet, crashing backwards onto the wood floor.

"Shit." You heard from outside the door, but you couldn't speak, your throat closing.

You were about to get robbed, or killed. You couldn't decide in your current situation, which was worse. Or if either were better.

The doorknob began to turn as you hurriedly backed up, hitting the wall with your back as the little walkway in front of the door wasn't as large as you wished it was in this moment.

When it opened it revealed the hooded person, just like you'd seen before. You weren't sure if you were expecting different. But now, you wished you didn't live in the hellhole that was the undercity, or maybe you wished that your friend who seemed to let herself in every night to drunkenly crash here didn't leave the door unlocked.

You stared at them, unmoving, praying that if you didn't move a muscle they wouldn't see you.

"Don't freak out okay?" "What the fuck, get out of my house!" Something finally clicked as you got up off the ground grabbing a nearby lamp. Throwing it the strangers direction, but they were quick to dodge it but you were quicker.

"Y/n- Wait-" Already throwing something else at them, you chucked a and this time it landed. The person stumbling back, holding their head.

"Ow, motherfucker! Will you just listen to me?" "Get out!" You went to grab something else when they grabbed your arms, shoving you against the wall staring at her.

Her.

Her pink hair drifted to the side, gray eyes staring back at you, hood having fallen from her head. A little tattoo on her cheek, little freckles along her cheeks.

"Vi?" "Hey." She breathed, trying to catch her breath. "But-" "I know its a lot alright? I can explain it all I swear but you jus-" Vi didn't get a chance to finish, you pulled her into the tightest hug you could muster, squeezing her so tight she thought her eyes would pop out of her head.

But she could deal with being blind if it meant feeling you hold her like that forever.

"You're alive." You sobbed into her shirt, holding onto the fabric so tightly that your knuckles began to turn white. "It's a long story." "I don't care." You cried, feeling her snuggling into your neck inhaling the smell of you.

"I'm sorry I threw a lamp at you." "It's alright, I'm the one that taught you to do that." She laughed, pulling away, a few droplets falling down her own cheeks. Eyes slightly red from the crying, her thumb coming up to wipe tears from your face.

"This is a nightmare isn't it? You're gonna leave an-" "No, I'm here to stay. I'm real, and I'm not gonna leave again. I'm not-" She breathed watching your face. "-I'm not gonna leave again." Vi held your face staring down at you.

"I hate you." A streak of anger ran through you as you pushed away from her. "Why'd you leave?" "I didn't- I... I couldn't-" "It's okay."

You felt like your mind was running at a million miles per second. A different emotion deciding to rise to the surface every now and again. Going from wanting to hug her to wanting to bash a bottle of half drunken liquor from your coffee table.

"You're alive." You stated again, leaning against a chair wrap your mind around it all. Chest tight, your breathing feeling constricted until you felt a hand run through your hair. Then one on your jaw.

"Take a minute." "I'm trying." She laughed quietly, meeting your eyes again. "I missed you so much." Vi whispered. "I still kind of want to punch you." "Understandable."

"But I won't." You huffed, "Good."

A few minutes passed, both of you settling for a second, standing in front of each other. You staring at the floor as you tried to wrap your mind around it all. Vi's hand on your arm, watching your face as you thought.

"I'm sorry." "Don't be, at least not yet. I'll kill you later if need be." Vi laughed quietly, looking at the ground as you ran your hands through your hair, stepping away from her.

"It's been a long time. But if feels like I'm still looking at the same person. Just slightly taller, and with something a little new." You pressed your thumb right on her face tattoo, watching her smirk while her eyes followed your movements to your room.

"Yeah." She said quietly. It felt like she was still staring at her bestfriend from years ago. The teen that could barely function whenever she stared them in the eyes for too long.

Now you were throwing lamps at her.

"When's the last time you slept?" You broke her from her thoughts, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, the exhaust that she tried her best to hide behind her smiles. "It doesn't matter." "It does." You said quietly, running the back of your hand down her face. Noticing how Vi absentmindedly leaned into your touch.

"C'mon, anything can wait a few hours." "Powder." You took in a breath before shrugging. "I'll explain when you wake up, just like you'll explain to me what the hell happened. All I'll say right now, is that she's alive. She's... safe? If you can call it that, but she's good. Just... I'll tell you later."

Vi nodded confused, but took your hand nonetheless. Following you back to your bed which you were so rudely pulled from. "I still can't wrap my head around it." You said softly, moving to lay by the wall. "Me neither, trust me." You looked at her as she collapsed onto the bed, her muscles dramatically melting into the bed as a groan fell from her lips.

"I love your bed." "Thanks?" Your little giggle made Vi smile, looking at you with half lidded eyes as the exhaustion set in, her body feeling like liquid against the mattress. "Go to sleep Vi." "I love you Y/n/n." She said as she was on the brink of darkness, not fully realizing her words until her eyes went wide.

"I love you more, Vi." You yawned, laying down, back facing her. "Took you long enough." She played off, wrapping her arms around your waist. "I'm not the one that used to flirt with me and then get all bashful when someone pointed out the giant crush-" "Alright shut it."

You laughed, feeling her snuggle into your neck. The dark room finally allowing Vi to relax, listening to your breathing. Pressing a small kiss to your neck.

This was either a dream or a nightmare.

Once you both woke up that was it.

The dream was over, it was time for reality to set.

But for right now, this was it. And you liked this.

A/n: I have a slight obsession with Mikasa from AOT rn I got issues... mommy issues

ALSO THIS IS REALLY BAD IM SORRY IVE BEEN REALLY OFF LATELY

#vi x you #vi x reader #vi x yn #arcane vi #arcane league of legends #vi arcane #arcane netflix #arcane #nevy writes

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mingis-lightbulb · 2 years

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Warnings: Dom! Hongjoong, Dom!Seonghwa, Sub! Reader, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, petnames (sweetheart, princess), spit kink, let me know if I missed anything.

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A/n: I had this dream this morning...I was mad I woke up 😭

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"You like being used like a little slut early in the morning huh? Such a good little slut."

"Mhm, you couldn't just have one cock but you had to have two? Such a filthy girl~"

You whined around Hongjoong's cock as Seonghwa snapped his hips against yours.

You had came to the two for help on the upcoming calculus test that the three of you had. It was no secret that you liked the two fine males that lived in this dormitory. They were the schools heartthrobs basically and you were lucky enough to be best friends with the two of them.

You walked into their dorm wearing a pleated skirt and a cropped sweater that you thought was cute. You didn't expect the reaction that you got. When you entered their dorm Hongjoong greeted you first and welcomed you in, leading you to his bed to sit on. "You look so cute today Y/n. Whats the occasion?" He asked before going to get Hwa.

"coming to see you guys! I had to make sure I look pretty," You joked making Hongjoong chuckle. Seonghwa came in from the shower, he smiled at you "Morning Y/n. You look nice." He says and you blush. Hongjoong smirks "She said she got dressed up all nice for us Hwa."

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? For us? Y/n you shouldn't have~" Seonghwa walks up to you, standing between your legs. "A pretty girl like you walking into the lions den...do you know what you're getting yourself into?" You nodded, not knowing what the hell you were getting into.

And that's how you ended up how you are now, Seonghwa's dick abusing your pussy and Hongjoong's occupying your throat. The two already made you cum twice already from their mouths alone. Taking turns making your fall apart on their tongues while saying the filthiest things.

"You're such a needy little slut aren't you? Coming to us dressed so cutely in the morning."

"You taste so good princess, you could fuck yourself on my tongue all day long and I wouldn't give a fuck."

"That's it..be a good girl and choke on my cock, I know you think about it when we have our study sessions together."

"Your pussy wants more and more, such a good whore for us...taking everything we give you."

You could only whimper around Joong as Seonghwa was hitting that spot in you repeatedly. Sharp moans leaving your body as you were nearing your third orgasm of the morning. "Are you close Princess?" Hongjoong asked caressing your face. You nodded mindlessly and Seonghwa chuckles.

"Don't worry princess I'm close too, we're gonna cum together." He groans as his thrusts start becoming sloppy yet powerful.

Hongjoong lifts you off his cock, smirking at the way moans are falling pathetically from your lips. "Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat for us..Only for us right princess?" you nodded again crying out as you felt that knot in you getting ready to snap.

"S-seonghwa please! Right there!!" You yell out making the dark haired male groan as you clenched around him. He could feel your pussy spasm around his dick and it was enough to pull him over the edge. With one final thrust Seonghwa was spilling his seed into you, chuckling at how you whimpered from the feeling. "Take it all darling, it's all for you~" He teased.

Hongjoong watched as Seonghwa pulls out and backs away. "On your knees sweetheart." Hongjoong says and you slide back onto your knees, whining as you could feel Seonghwa's cum leaking out and onto the floor. "Open your mouth nice and wide...stick your tongue out for me." He asks and you happily obey.

Hongjoong jacks his cock for a bit before cumming on your face and tongue, pretty moans leaving his lips. Seonghwa smirks before grabbing your chin and spitting on your tongue. Hongjoong does the same, and it had your mind spinning.

"Swallow it." They say in unison and you do as told, sticking your tongue back out to show it's all gone.

The two males groan at your actions "Dammit princess... you're making it hard to hold back on you." Seonghwa says and you smirk at him. "You don't have to hold back on me..but we do need to get this damn calculus done. I'm not trying to fail."

The two males look at each other and laugh at your words.

"Fine. Let's get you cleaned up and we can start studying.."

"Round two later though?"

"Oh yeah..definitely."

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tomhollandisabae · 3 years

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Hey babes, how bout an angst to fluff with Tom x reader? Reader has a bad day and breaks down at the smallest thing when she gets home and she won’t let even Tom comfort her in that moment at first

I'm really so sorry for taking too long to answer... please forgive me!!😭😭❤️

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Safe Place- Tom Holland x Reader

Summary; After a bad day you take all your anger out on Tom and feelings get twisted.

warnings; angst, fluff

words; 1.1k

You were feeling like crap.

First of all you woke up this morning and had a massive headache for no particular reason and then when you tried to take a shower you slipped and hit your back in the bathroom. Your boyfriend , Tom had to wake up very early, around 5 o'clock , as a matter of fact that he had to be on set pretty fast. That results to you being even more furious, because you would love to have him right there with you to hug him and let him comfort you. But that wasn't enough, many things happened after that.

You ripped your favorite jeans , didn't eat breakfast because you were late, you stacked in traffic and of course were late to your job. Not only that, but your boss yelled at you and made you feel even worse. You wanted so bad to return home and just cry. Now you were beginning to get angry at Tom, because as said before, he wasn't there in the morning to kiss you you, to say that he loves you and to hug you. You were missing him so much and the only thing in your mind was him comforting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Moments later all the positive thoughts you had about him took an 180 turn and became negative. You didn't even want to see him anymore. You were feeling as he had betrayed you in some kind of way.

When the time came around that you had finished for the day, your boss instructed you to stay even more, for you were late to come in the morning. You accepted and spent three extra hours at work.

Finally, you returned home , the only thing that you wanted was to go to your bedroom and cry you eyes out. But of course that would not happen. When you entered you house, you saw Tom on the couch watching TV. You didn't play him any attention and went straight away to eat something, because you hadn't all day and you were starving.

“Hey darling.” Tom said as he came from behind you, as you were in the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around you, yet you didn't react. You just kept making a toast to eat.

“Y/N...?” He said and spinner you around to look at you.

He was really making you frustrated. You wanted space and he obviously wasn't willing to give it to you.

“Darling what's wrong?” He asked as you didn't answer.

And that was you breaking point.

“Tom can't you realize that I don't want to talk to you right now.” You pushed his hands off of you.

“Why can't anybody under my position? What am I Tom? Huh? Am I a burden? Am I not a person that wants space and understanding? Why can't I have those things? Not even from you… you don't care about me Tom and I really don't know when you ever did.” At this point you grabbed the vase on the kitchen table and threw it on the ground, resulting to it breaking.

“You know what? I'm done! I'm done… with everything and everyone. If you aren't willing to be there for me Tom and support me and do wherever a boyfriend shall do, then I don't know why are we still together. I feel like you always are having priorities and your priorities are you work. You've changed Tom, you've changed so much that I don't even recognize you. Sometimes you're making me wonder were has my sweet and loving boyfriend go. Why are you being like that Tom? If you don't love me anymore you better tell me than lie to me.” You said as you slid down against the fridge and started crying.

Tom tried to put his hand comforting on your shoulder but you pushed it away.

“Don’t you dare touch me Tom. You have no right to do so anymore. Just tell me what I know already, that you don't care for me and love me anymore. Just it Tom… I know that's the truth.” You said whispering the last part.

“Y/N, babe, you know that you mean the world to me. Please stop being like that because you're breaking my heart. You know I love you darling, I don't know what have I done to make you think like that , but I promise to prove you otherwise. I never stopped loving you Y/N and I will never ever do that. You're my everything, everything I wished for, everything I dreamed of. I love you darling. Stop doing that to yourself. Please…” He said with tears too.

When you lifted your head to look at him, finally, you saw the hurt on his face. You had hurt him and you were feeling so bad for that. You didn't mean to do that. Of course you knew that he loves you, but the frustration of the day made say such horrible things towards the man that you love.

“Tom…” You finally said in a low tone.

“I'm sorry…” You said with your voice breaking towards the end.

“Baby…” Tom cried and wrapped his arms around your shoulders bringing you into his chest and kissing your head.

“It's okay. You don't have to apologize , but please if something ever again bothers you, please tell me and even if i'm not here call me, whatever the hour might be. You're everything I care and love Y/N, please never forget that... don't tell my mom though.” He chuckled in the end making you laugh a little.

You lifted your head then to look him in the eye and saw everything that you ever wanted. Love, affection , passion, care.

You knew that he was the one for you. You loved him and you couldn't live a day without him by your side.

“I love you Tom.” You finally said.

“I love you darling, so so so so much!!” You squished you in his arms.

“Tommy please I can't breath.” You laughed and he pulled away looking at you.

“Please don't ever doubt my love for you.” He whispered and you just nodded looking from his eyes to his lips.

Then he leaned in you captured you lips in a loving and slow kiss. You knew right away that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man, marry him, give birth to his children… your children, your babies. You were happy with him. He was your safe place, you could always find comfort in his arms and you wouldn't change him for the world.

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