#i don't know if i should add any more tws or cws but if so please tell me

[dhoranbolt]

You don't fool me

A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas 🥹 second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.

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bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much 🥹💙💙💙

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining

cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing

Word count: 5k (ish)

This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue – he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.

Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).

They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.

"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.

"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.

To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.

"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.

"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.

"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.

Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.

"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.

She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to – until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.

'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'

Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.

His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.

If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.

"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.

The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasn’t, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.

He couldn’t see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.

Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.

'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.

"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).

'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'

Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.

“I said no! Knock it off!” Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.

'Or perhaps you’d like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think she’d last against this curse on her own?'

Yuji’s heart dropped to his stomach. There’s no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?

'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, I’d jump at the chance.'

Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?

Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.

'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and she’s on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.

“No, last time I let you out you were a dick.” Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.

At the sound of Yuji’s words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.

'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isn’t going to last forever.'

“Promise you won’t hurt her first.” Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukuna’s tongue as well as she could manage in protest.

There is no way he’s about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times he’d spoken to her – though, at her might be a better word. Everything he’d said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?

'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. I’ll get rid of the curse. Just say you aren’t strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'

“That’s not-”

'Going once…'

“I don’t-”

'Going TWICE...'

“Fine! I need your help, please.” She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.

'That doesn’t sound like what we agreed to, try again.'

Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.

“Sukuna please, I’m not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.” Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safe–

A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.

Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.

“Well, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isn’t it?” She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Sukuna…” She breathed his name warily.

“Surprised to see me? I did tell you I’d have you some day. So, how was I? It’s been a few hundred years. You’ll have to excuse the fact I’m a little rusty.” Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.

“You weren’t too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?” He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, it’s just us. The brat won’t even know, it can be our little secret.”

“I-” She stammered, face hot. So what if she’d gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of curses’ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.

Currently having Sukuna’s painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.

“I can smell you,” he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldn’t bite back her moan.

“Sukuna!” She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.

“I think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji can’t help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.” The fog he’d brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.

“Stop! You’re lying!” But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.

“I actually don’t care if you believe me, do you want to know why?” He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.

“I’m going to fuck you through this wall. You won’t be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And he’ll never know because he’s out cold.” Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.

“Aww, still shy, are we?” He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.

“N-No!” Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.

“And look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.” She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasn’t going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.

“Look at me while I touch you, I won’t tell you twice.” He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, she’d forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.

“Good, you listen well for a sorcerer. I don’t believe in praising those beneath me, but I think I’ll make an exception just this once.” He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.

“You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?” Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.

She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that she’d miss-stepped.

He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.

“And here you’d have everyone believing you’re too innocent for such filthy things.” Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.

“God you’re so tight, there’s no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.” Her walls flexed at his words. Sukuna’s one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.

“But don’t worry, you’ll take it from me.” And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didn’t matter.

“Suku-na!” She cried out as he forced another finger into her.

“I’d be thanking me if I were you. I’m feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.” He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.

So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didn’t.

“Was it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?” He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.

“You know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldn’t do this.” He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.

Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.

“Not my clothes!” She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.

“The matching set, I’m starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping I’ll catch a glimpse. Hoping I’ll come out to rip it off of you.” He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.

“God!” She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-

“I’ll be your god.” He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.

She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.

He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.

“Sukuna!” She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.

“You gonna cum, little sorcerer?” He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.

“Please Sukuna...” If he wasn’t so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.

For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.

He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her.

When he didn’t slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasn’t sure she could have stopped, anyway.

It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.

Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.

“Aww, is someone sensitive?” He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.

“Sukuna…”

“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?” She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.

“I- thank you...” He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.

“Those red panties you’re wearing will be sufficient.”

“What?” The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.

“I didn’t say you could look away.” She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.

She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.

“On second thought, I don’t think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?” But it wasn’t really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.

“Be a good girl and open wide,” he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.

Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.

“See something you like?” Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.

She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.

“You’re not acting very grateful. Don’t make me fuck your throat, I’ll end up hurting your feelings.” He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When she’d gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.

“How resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.” She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.

His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this she’d only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yuji’s cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.

All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? I’ve gone hundreds of years without, and you just can’t wait for another.” She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.

Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasn’t fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.

Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.

“Don’t go passing out on me now, I’m not finished with you just yet.” And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.

“You did okay. For now. We’ll revisit that later, get up.” She didn’t have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.

But he didn’t give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.

“Maybe next time, I’ll let you look at me while I fuck you.” He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was ready–

“Relax, I’m not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time you’re around.” And he wasn’t wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.

Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.

“God look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?” He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.

He didn’t quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldn’t fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.

She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.

“Sukuna, fuck!” She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasn’t going to break her, but the rough pace he’d set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.

“Too much for you already, princess? I’m just getting started.” Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Too much, fuck, ‘s too much!”

“I’m not that brat, you’ll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Don’t piss me off, I’m in such a giving mood, right now!” He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.

“Sukuna please, I don’t…Please!”

“Short circuiting, and I’m not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before I’m finally satisfied?” Her mind was melting, she didn’t care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. She’d never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.

“Is there something you want from me, little sorcerer?” She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.

“I want- I wanna cum.”

“That so?” She nodded with a whimper.

“Beg, and I’ll think about it.” She couldn’t even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, well…

“Please I wanna cum.” She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.

“Beg more, you can do better than that.”

“Please Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-” She was a wailing mess, she didn’t care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.

He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.

God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.

The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and ‘fuck don’t stop’ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldn’t let his guard down. He was sure she didn’t even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.

He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. He’d put that knowledge to good use later.

“Go ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.” And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they weren’t both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled ‘mine.’ He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.

“If you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.” Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.

He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.

“Clean yourself up.” She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you…” She said quietly as she cleared her throat.

“Such a good girl for me already, I don’t even have to train you. I’ll be back, be ready to leave when I am.”

“Wait where-”

“There’s still a job to do here, isn’t there? I’ve got a curse to kill.” He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.

Yuji wouldn’t be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.

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05 - Divulgence

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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They say being pregnant means everyday is another day closer to meeting the love of your life. One anticipates meeting the fruit of their love with their spouse, looking forward to the bright sunshine days of taking care of that precious someone.

(y/n) did not understand that feeling. In fact she felt the exact opposite, as she slid down the walls of the bathroom, legs too weak to support her own weight. The pregnancy stick in her hand fell to the floor, bouncing to a stop face up, showing the positive sign. Why does this happen to her? What did she ever do to deserve this?

She has to call nurse Komaki, she will know what to do. The thing was still a cell after all, with no soul not consciousness, it should be perfectly fine. It would be so much more cruel to keep the innocent being and let it be born, only for them to later be neglected and unloved. No child deserves that. Not even one born from being forced into her womb by the person she despised the most.

It was nearing lunch, and she knew her fiancé would be back by then, he always makes time to have lunch with her. She has to tell nurse Komaki fast.

(y/n) took several deep breaths to calm herself, and then slowly got up to her bed again, pressing the call button.

A few moments later, she heard the door open.

"Nurse Komaki, I-" (y/n) turned her head, and came face to face with a different nurse altogether. It was not Komaki.

"I'm sorry, nurse Komaki is away right now, her shift will start later tonight. Is there anything I can help you with, miss (y/n)?"

(y/n) blinked back her tears, "n-no. It's okay, nothing too serious."

The nurse stood there, contemplating. "Are you sure miss?"

(y/n) nodded, racking her brain to think of an excuse or anything to justify calling a nurse to her room for nothing. "oh umm… may I have some water please?"

"Sure. It will be delivered here in a moment. Don't hesitate to call me if there's anything else that you need, okay?"

(y/n) hummed and thanked her. She watched as the nurse exit her room. She wanted Komaki, she's the only nurse (y/n) trusted at this moment, especially with something like this.

It wasn't long until the water is delivered to her room, which arrived at about the same time as Wriothesley.

He greeted her with a smile. It normally made her feel safe and loved, but right now, (y/n)'s heart sank to her stomach

"Hey, how's my sunshine doing?"

He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Wriothesley knew he should be careful around her, as her therapist had suggested to him, at least until she is less jumpy and can initiate affectionate gestures more. So far she's taking his affections very well, which made him happy about her progress.

"As usual," (y/n) forced a smile, briefly looking into his eyes before quickly averting her gaze back to her hands. She picked at a loose string on her blanket. 

Speak more, he will notice something is off.

"The healers were a great help to my physical injuries. But they kept stopping after a little while, saying I should rest up because the sped up healing is also draining my energy."

Wriothesley nodded, "I was told, yeah. How's your stomach? Got anything you're craving to eat?"

(y/n) froze. "What?" She managed to not stammer, but her voice cracked as her heart was suddenly frozen with fear. Did he find out? How did he know-

"Just wondering how your stomach felt." Wriothesley tilted his head, confused. It was a small quirk she had found endearing.

"The doctors did say you can only eat soft food for a while to avoid refeeding syndrome, but yesterday you were finally allowed to start eating bread and some fowl. Also because you threw up yesterday."

"Oh…" (y/n) felt stupid, "it's alright now, although I don't really feel like eating."

Wriothesley watched her for a moment. He has always been someone perceptive, that's how he knew who to trust and who to avoid in meropide while still serving his sentence, and that's how he could rise through the ranks and become the duke, despite his humble beginnings. At that moment, something is off about his fiancée.

“Darling are you okay?” he took her hand in his, his other hand brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear, “I feel like you have something weighing your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

For a moment, (y/n) wavered. Is it really okay to tell him about her pregnancy? She knew Wriothesley wouldn’t blame her, after all, what happened was not something she wanted, far from it. So technically it’s not her fault right? But a small nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to just keep it to herself for now. There were too many what ifs. It’s safer to just keep quiet about it and deal with it under wraps. She’ll tell him, of course she will, but not now.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to look into his eyes, a small smile on her lips. “Just wondering how much longer I have to stay cooped up in here.”

Lunch went well with Wriothesley, he told her about his day. He went back to the Fortress of Meropide for a while, to keep an eye on how things are going there, before coming over to her for lunch. After this he planned to proceed with investigations, and perhaps wrap things up early so he could spend more time with her after dinner.

(y/n) managed to eat a little more, despite the anxiety induced nausea, at least enough to not make her look suspicious.

Once lunch was over, Wriothesley gave her another peck on the forehead and left to continue with investigations, with promises of taking (y/n) to the gardens near the hospital once the doctors gave her the clear, and perhaps visit Navia and Neuvilette, as the two are also her friend, as much as they are to him. He wanted more than anything to stay with her the whole time she recovered, but seeing how she often flinched if he moved a little too quickly, or how her eyes often went blank as if she was not really there, he knew he had to do something about it. The therapist assigned to her told him that she may need some time to process through the trauma, and that it was natural that she would be jumpy for the time being, and would need some space too, as stifling her would also be bad for her mental wellbeing.

He already discussed all the options, and what’s best for (y/n). Once (y/n) has recovered some more physically, and once she is ready, he would take her home and nurse her back to health. He would appoint someone else as the Duke of Meropide if that was needed to get him more time off. Right now, he has something else to do.

He did not tell her that he would be going back to the facility, specifically the hidden passage they found inside her cell. Chlorinde had done a great job in capturing the man, living up to her title of champion duelist.

The entrance was so well hidden in the room, so much so that they had to get Aether to use his elemental sight to find. They had followed the hidden maze-like pathway in the room (y/n) was kept in, and it had led them to an underground base, perhaps their real base of operations. Several men were captured, including Dougier, they seem to work directly with Arderne who unfortunately was nowhere in sight. They were all taken into custody. Wriothesley tensed as he remembered their findings.

"Wriothesley you might want to see this." He turned his head towards Neuvilette who a moment ago was rummaging through papers on a desk. The Iudex now held out a file towards him, his face grim.

The Duke took the file and opened it. There were more papers, this time it contained more detailed reports of experiments done to the people. He ruffled through the pages, skimming the words for one specific name. He found it.

Experiment Clearance Form

Title: Vision Trial Variation 2

Principal Investigator: Il Dottore

Assistant: Arderne

Subject: 1102 a.k.a. (y/n)

Vision: Pyro

This form acknowledges the approval of the experiment titled "Vision Trial Variation 2" conducted by Arderne. The experiment aims to implement the theory of vision injections on humans, followed by observation to discover the effects.

The experiment poses high risks to participants. Potential risks include memory loss, increased body temperatures, seizures, and the possibility of death. Steps have been taken to mitigate these risks. Subject is physically weakened before the start to lower the chances of the body rejecting the injection, thus increasing the success rate of this experiment. On the occasion that this experiment would fail, the study will move on to Vision Trial Variation 3, and the current subject will be discarded.

Fuck.

“Did we find any traces of Arderne?” Wriothesley’s voice dropped several octaves, Neuvilette knew what this meant.

“There are none so far,” he placed a reassuring hand on Wriothesley, “But we do have Dougier now, and we are taking him and the others to custody. We can get more information out of them-”

Wriothesley shook him off and landed a harsh kick on a table to the side, immediately breaking it. He wanted to murder them all, especially that bastard Dottore. He had heard rumours of him doing crazy experiments, but to think it happened right here in Fontaine, with his fiancee? His breaths were shaky with barely controlled rage.

“Wriothesley, I understand how frustrating this is. (y/n) is also my dear friend.” Neuvilette spoke in the most soothing tone he could muster up. “Trust me, I am just as upset as you are in this, but we have to keep a level head. For (y/n)’s sake and all the victims that were forced into this.”

They were deep underground, had they been up on the surface, they would see heavy rain mixed with snow, and thunderstorms raging outside, the weather mirroring the Iudex’s inner turmoil on the entire situation.

• • •

(y/n) wondered if she was dead or dreaming the moment she saw herself on the familiar bed of her room in the facility. Dr Arderne was standing at the foot of her bed reading through the information on his clipboard, while Dougier was securing her arms and legs with restraints.

She had been too weak to resist, having been starved for days without food, the only nutrition she got was through her IV drip and glasses of suspiciously blue coloured water, which she had no choice but to drink.

"Good morning 1102, ready for the next dose? Arderne readied a syringe. It was filled with shimmery red liquid, the glow seemed to pulse the closer it gets to her.

"F-Fuck you Arderne." (y/n) managed to mumble, making Dougier snicker.

Arderne held (y/n)'s arm and injected the contents of the syringe into her. At first it felt like nothing, but gradually she could feel it start to burn, as if fire was coursing through her veins.

It wasn't long until the burning sensation started to feel unbearable. Hot white pain spreads from the point of injection to all over her body. She bit her tongue, trying not to scream, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. She won't-

(y/n) jolted awake, her breaths heavy and ragged and her heart was pounding in her chest. Fuck.

It was a dream. She was safe. It was just a dream.

The room she was in, despite being a hospital room, it was completely different from the facility, with flowers her friends and fiancé got for her, and the comforting weight of her big blubberbeast plushie that Wriothesley brought from their bed at home. She hugged the plush tightly and pressed her nose to its soft fur. It smelled just like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne all over it, something she often did even before… all this.

(y/n) tried to remember what her therapist had told her. 

My name is (y/n), I am at the Fontaine hospital, guarded by the Spina di Rosula, Wriothesley stays with me during the night, and stops by for lunch. I am safe, and I am recovering.

Her therapist told her that her dreams would eventually go away as her mind heals, but how long will that take?

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was still early, too early for Wriothesley to come back from his investigation. He had left a book with her some days ago, which she picked up and started to read, trying to get her mind off things.

As she reached for the book on her night stand, suddenly (y/n) felt the familiar tingle in her hands, running all the way up her arms. It was warm and welcoming, it felt like home. A split second later, the book she was reaching for suddenly burst into flames.

• • •

Wriothesley watched Neuvilette from behind the one way glass as the latter asked Dougier more and more questions. The Iudex had presented all the evidence they found on the table. Laying it all out for Dougier as he asked question after question that Dougier only gave vague answers to, sometimes only responding with chuckles. The scum was a goner, his mind seemingly corrupted by the facility.

He wanted to be the one who personally interrogates the vile man, but Neuvilette had forbidden him from entering, for fear of what Wriothesley would do to the suspect. Still, watching from behind the glass was frustrating, he wished Neuvilette would let them do interrogations in Meropide, where it was outside Fontaine’s jurisdiction, so they could use other means to get information.

“This is going nowhere,” Wriothesley mumbled and pushed open the door leading into the interrogation room. Fuck the consequences, he’ll probably just get an earful from Neuvilette later.

At the sight of Wriothesley, Dougier’s eyes lit up in a nasty way that the Duke did not like at all. “Ah your Grace, here to play the bad cop now?”

“Seeing how you’re going nowhere with Neuvilette, I might as well do.”

Wriothesley grabbed the chair at the corner of the room and dragged it over to sit beside Neuvilette, who was glancing at Wriothesley cautiously.

“So do you feel like talking now Dougier? I thought you were a changed man after you were released.”

Dougier only scoffed, “then I had you fooled. You have no idea what kind of grudge I hold against you, Wriothesley. You ruined the community I built in Meropide.”

“Community? You call that community? You basically started a cult, and no one liked being in there.” Wriothesley scowled.

“Nevertheless,” Dougier continued, “I had my revenge. You should have heard how much (y/n) screamed when Arderne injected her vision into her.”

Wriothesley froze. He knew about what happened but hearing it from Dougier was different from reading it on the files they found.

Dougier, seeing the change in Wriothesley’s demeanour, continued. “She was a brave one, that bitch. Endured hours upon hours of our treatment, sometimes without anaesthesia. And that was after we put her in solitary confinement. We were wrong thinking we broke her spirit already, and yet she’s still fighting.”

"And you did this to all the people in the Vision Trials?" Neuvilette asked, the pen in his hand moving to take notes.

Dougier ignored him, his eyes still glued on Wriothesley's.

"How can we reverse the vision injections?" Wriothesley asked, trying to keep his breathing steady. He knew he couldn't try anything with Neuvilette around.

"You'll have to ask Arderne for that," Dougier leaned back on his chair, "but all I know is while (y/n) is still alive, she's a failure. She had her vision inside her yet it never seemed to work, not even when we prompted her."

"What do you mean prompted her?" Neuvilette asked, and this time, Dougier turned his eyes to him..

"Oh we threatened her, and when it didn't work, beat her, did whatever to make her call on her pyro element and use the vision in her. That never seemed to work."

Wriothesley and Neuvilette were tense, the former had his fists clenched so hard.

"That was when I took her to the basement, the cold weather should prompt the vision to at least keep her warm." Dougier turned to Wriothesley, a deranged look danced in his eyes as he smiled at him.

"I can see why you like 1102. She was so brave. She never once begged or called out for you even with all the beatings, that is, until I put my cock inside her-”

Suddenly Dougier was on the ground. Wriothesley had moved so fast Neuvilette barely registered him vaulting over the table and landing a fist on Dougier's face. He managed to hammer down his fists onto Dougier some more before he felt multiple hands pull him backwards off Dougier, who was unconscious in a bloodied mess.

"GET OFF ME." He yelled at the gardemeks who held him back, but Neuvilette soon stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Dougier who was being tended to by medics.

"Wriothesley," his voice was stern, "the punching can wait until after his sentence. If he is sentenced back to Meropide then it is under your jurisdiction."

Wriothesley was breathing heavily, "he… he also… Archons, (y/n)..."

"I already let you land several hits on him" Neuvilette placed a hand on his shoulder, "but we need him alive for more information on the case, and for his trials."

Wriothesley watched, seething with rage as Dougier was taken away by the medics for further treatment. He wanted the scum to suffer as much as, if not more than (y/n). How could anyone do this to her?

Neuvilette sighed and motioned for the gardemeks to release Wriothesley, "I think it's best if you go visit (y/n) for now. I think you two need to talk."

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A/N

…now I'm sad... why do I do this to myself :") wrote this while hugging my blåhaj because I needed that warm shorky embrace.

(Tuna says hi :D and hopes everyone is okay after reading this)

I apologize for the late update, some parts of the chapter had to be rewritten to make more sense, but in the end it became longer than I planned (and I had to cut it here and continue next chapter)

Thanks for sticking around this long, I hope the update hurt you all as much as it did for me to write :"))) please stay safe and take care, and hug your pets/plushies for me 💕

P.s. I’m not sure how to write a proper experiment clearance form TwT I hope that wasn’t too off.

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Hello! Since I can't read properly, I wrote this for Chiyo (@sachiyoh ) and she wrote it for me :D! I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

This is her version, please check it out :) -> here :3

(I will also reblog it, but I figured to link it as well :D)

It's shorter work than usual, but I hope you don't mind :)

CW/TW: NSFW (mdni), fem!reader, face sitting/riding, oral!fem receiving, pet name (doll), reader does Nikolai's make up only to ruin it <3, if I forgot anything, please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :) 

Ruin it for me? || Nikolai Gogol x Reader

"You can't move so much! Part your lips a bit more." you sigh, getting slightly irritated with Nikolai moving around to look at himself in the mirror.

You were trying to do his makeup for what feels like an hour now, but he was as energetic as always. You wanted to do matching makeup, he would go as a jester, quite fitting if you might notice. You finished your own makeup, going as a sad, but sort of spooky doll. 

You gently tap red lipstick on Nikolai's lips and he lets out a soft giggle, making you mess up.

"Fuck, Nikolai." you curse, trying to rub away the extra lipstick that was underneath his lip line.

"Sorry doll! It tickles, I can't help it." he giggles a bit more, pulling his face away from your thumb. You are able to steal a few more taps. After, once he calms down again, you make two, a bit longer stripes from the corners of his lips to the middle of his cheek. 

You sigh, taking the eyeliner to make small triangles and tears beneath his eyes, trying to keep your hand as still as possible. You cup his jaw, keeping him in place as your gaze deeply focuses on the drawings you were making. You finish the first tear, gently blowing on the area to dry it quicker. You add a couple more, they are small, but truly adding to the whole look.

"You look so cute when you are all focused like that." he whispers, earning a small smile from you.

"Nice save, I was on the verge of strangling you. Look up." you chuckle as he does as told. You begin drawing a very small reverted triangle on his bottom eyelid, filling it in once you finish the shape. You repeat the process on the other one, again blowing gently on the area to dry it before he looks down and ruins your work.

With the same eyeliner, you add a bit more detail to his eyebrows. Drawing two small lines to make his eyebrows look like they are arching upwards. He looks cute, but desperate. Your favorite look of his, quite frankly.

You take the red lipstick again, making a small circle on one of his cheeks. This part should be easy, you think. However, as you start making the second circle on his other cheek, he suddenly moves his head, making a long red stripe that almost reaches his ear. You feel your irritation growing as he giggles more.

"Sorry, sorry! I wanted to see what it looks like." he lifts his hands as a form of pleading innocence, just to annoy you more.

"I can't fix that one! You have a white underpainting, we would have to go all over again. Not to mention, we should leave in...15 minutes!" you let out a soft groan, rolling your eyes as Nikolai sits calmly, a small smile on his face.

He leans closer, placing soft kisses on your neck, slowly trailing behind your ear. Your eyebrows twitch, finally noticing he was probably annoying you on purpose. He lets his tongue slide underneath your ear and lower to the base of your neck before he moves to the other side, licking upwards. He reaches the area behind your ear and gives a finishing kitten-like lick with the tip of his tongue before he starts kissing the wet areas.

"Why don't you...ruin it for me?" he whispers between the kisses, making your head lean into his as your eyes close, a soft warmth spreading inside your tummy.

Surely, his proposal was beyond intriguing, even though you feel kind of disappointed to ruin all the hard work you put into it. It is what it is, though. Nikolai slowly pulls away after placing one final kiss on your neck and positions himself on the bed. He lays down, there is a mischievous, but needy glint in his gaze. You raise your eyebrow at him, giving him a small smile.

"We have 15 minutes." you whisper as you take your panties off, quickly sliding them down your legs.

"That's up to you, doll." he gives you a teasing smile as you adjust yourself above him, giving one last look at your little "masterpiece" framed between your legs. He parts his lips, letting his tongue meet your pussy as you lower yourself. You let out a soft moan as his warm tongue presses onto your cunt, his hands wrapping around your thighs. You place your hands on the headboard, gripping it tightly enough to keep your balance as you start rolling your hips. 

A few breathy moans escape you, eyelids fluttering as Nikolai keeps his gaze on you, intense and needy. You roll your hips in a deeper motion, sliding the full length of your pussy over his tongue, letting out more moans as his grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you close. He lets his tongue move in a quick and short zig-zag motion, following the pace of your hips and squeezing more moans out of your throat. You gasp as you begin focusing your movement to stimulate your clit the most, a few shaky jolts spreading through your thighs. You feel more precum sliding down your cunt, making your body tingle. Your pussy tightens around nothing as Nikolai's tongue keeps on matching your movement. He lets out a soft whimper before he squeezes your thighs tightly, pulling you more onto his face as his lips wrap around your clit. He starts sucking on your sweet bud, making your back arch a little bit as your hand falls in his hair, gripping it tightly. 

You let out a sharp moan as the tip of his tongue keeps on sliding over your sweetest spots, taking control for a little while.  Through a half-lidded gaze, you notice his makeup leaving a white and red trace all over your thighs, but that's what he wanted. Your body grows weaker with each circle and suck he makes on your clit, tummy filling with warmth as your legs grow shakier than before. You grip his bangs, forcing him to let go of your clit. He moves his head back, giving into your movement with a small smile. You take control again, rolling your hips, your inner lips sliding over his tongue while your clit brushes over his nose. You let out a shaky whimper as each movement of your hips ruins his makeup more, thighs squeezing and relaxing around his face. 

You throw your head back, closing your eyes as more tingles and warmth spread through your tummy, raising to your chest and making your breathing heavy. Your pussy clenches around nothing, leaking all over his tongue and chin as you keep on grinding without taking a single break, greedily building up your orgasm. You arch your hips a bit backwards, again using only his tongue to pleasure yourself. The sudden difference between the cold tip of his nose and warmth of his tongue makes you gasp as a knot of heat cramps inside your lower tummy. Nikolai's hips twitch as your precum melts on his tongue, slightly thrusting into nothing as his erection feels uncomfortably tight in his pants.

He slides his hands underneath your ass, slightly lifting you up for a moment as his eyebrows knit upwards, making his whole expression seem a lot more desperate with additional makeup. He gives a few quick sucks on your clit, letting out a guttural groan as his eyes roll back. He swallows quickly, while also letting his tongue get more wet in order to pleasure you more.

"Fuck, doll, sorry. I love the way you are using me." he whispers as his hands wrap around your thighs once again, pulling you back down. You let out a shaky whimper, immediately picking up your previous pace as your grip on his hair weakens, your whole body growing more sensitive and delicate as your orgasm keeps building up. Nikolai lets his tongue follow your movement, making you choke on your own sounds each time he brushes the right spot alongside you, both of your eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelms you.

You notice a small portion of his lips in-between your grinds - they are completely ruined, red lipstick smeared all over his chin and your thighs. Too needy to care, you continue on grinding, chasing your own high as a heavy knot inside your lower tummy keeps on convulsing. Nikolai sneaks in a few quick sucks on your pussy in-between the rolls of your hips, each bringing you closer to your orgasm. His eyes remain on yours as your pace starts to grow messy and heavy, the overwhelming heat and knot inside your lower tummy making it harder to move.

"Keep going doll, ruin me." he whispers, voice slightly muffled by your flesh, sending shivers up your spine. 

You curse under your breath as your body tenses up, hips grinding heavily against his face, using it to rub your cunt all over your sweetest spots. At this point your thighs are a complete mess, but so is his face, however there is a blissful look in his eyes. You put your hands back on the headboard as you angle your hips, focusing all of your movement on your clit. Nikolai moans into your flesh as your precum starts leaking more and more, swirling heat overwhelming your weak body.

You throw your head back, a few sharp moans straining your throat as your orgasm comes in the first few milder waves. Nikolai's grip on your thighs tightens, pulling you down, concentrating all of your movement on your needy clit, quickly building up the intensity of your orgasm.

You let out a mixture of guttural whines and whimpers, back arching as your hips quiver, jolts rushing through your body as your climax reaches its peak. Nikolai lets out a few muffled moans into your cunt that was leaking all over his tongue and chin, eyes rolling back from the melting sweet taste. You make a few deeper, longer strokes with your hips as you ride out your orgasm, heart beating quick in your chest.

Your head falls back down, eyes heavy but open as you watch his needy expression, his eyebrows arching upwards. You slow down your pace, a few more heavy breaths escaping your lungs as you calm down from your orgasm, letting it melt away.

Nikolai lets go of your thighs and you slowly lift yourself up, moving away from his messed up face. There was a glistening coat of your release on his face, all the lipstick smeared over his chin and cheeks. He was breathing heavily, but he seemed beyond satisfied. You catch that the bulge in his pants was beyond noticeable, slowly moving yourself down and undoing his pants. Nikolai lifts his head, slightly raising his eyebrows at you as you pull his zipper down.

"I think we have 15 more minutes to ruin my makeup." you whisper in a teasing tone, a sly smile on your face. 

The End :) <3

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panic attacks and cuddles

corvid? posting?? unheard of. anyways self-indulgent comfort fic bc i can. prolly gonna do a chronic illness / disability one soonish, if anyone has something they'd like to see more content for feel free to send an ask and i'll write it if i'm comfortable !! if you have any specifics you wanna see feel free to add those as well, it really does help me ^^;

cw/tw; panic attack (no shit but y'know), spiraling, depression, negative self-talk, depressive episode

seasonal depression is nothing new, in fact it's something you're far more used to than you'd like to be. while some loved winter, for you it was the time of year where any regular depression was compounded by the gloom of late dawns and early sunsets and the inability to enjoy going outside.

the difference this time is that you have a boyfriend, and you wish that you could be happy, wish that you could be grateful, but wrapped tightly in a blanket as you watch the grey sky outside the window across your room, you can feel the creeping sensation of a panic attack starting to crawl across your skin. in some part of your brain you can hear your phone buzzing, but the buzzing melds into the feelings of panic, and you curl further into yourself.

the sun is setting, almost set, blanketing your room in darkness. you know that turning on your lights would help, would make this whole thing less suffocating, but it's so much easier to just resign yourself. getting up to turn on the light takes effort, but simply spiraling further takes nothing at all.

your phone is buzzing again, another thing you know you should pay attention to, but you just can't drag yourself out of your own head long enough to do anything about it. it feels like the world is collapsing onto you, and for a moment you wish it would.

you lift your head slightly, the world is in black and white, and it feels like all your senses are muffled by cotton wool. you drop your forehead back onto your knees, the energy it takes to keep it raised somehow more than you have in you.

you're not sure how long it's been, after the sun has set there's nothing left to indicate the time. you're trying to find the strength to get out of bed, to do anything, even just to look up.

from your blanket cocoon, you can see something light beyond your eyelids. for a second you think you're seeing things, maybe you pressed on your eyes by accident, but you don't actually feel any pressure on your eyes.

not sure what's happening, you lift your head slightly, almost immediately being met with the sight of your boyfriend standing near the door to your room. he's not looking at you, he's looking at your room, and you realize that he hasn't actually seen it before. you're suddenly very aware of the piles of stuffed toys scattered around, the posters on the walls, the makeup and jewelry strewn across the top of your dresser, the mess on your desk, the clothes piled in the corner. it feels as if every flaw in your personality is somehow scrawled across the room in glaring red letters.

and yet, when he notices you looking at him, changbin turns and smiles at you. in that moment, you feel like you might cry. as you feel yourself choking up, his eyes soften with concern. placing the bag he's holding on the floor, he carefully sits down next to you on your bed.

"hey, what's wrong?" you feel him pull you into his side, "talk to me bubs."

instead of talking, you feel tears start running down your face, changbin wiping them away as fast as they fall. he leaves feather-light kisses across your nose and cheeks.

you say it without thinking, "i love you," and once you've said it once it's like a floodgate has opened, you're repeating it so quickly that it becomes an incoherent babble, changbin peppering kisses across your face the whole time.

it takes time for you to calm down, more than you'd like, not keen on being seen in this state. but changbin sits and rubs your back as you try to pull yourself back into some kind of human form, a silent support.

it's only when you've stopped crying, are a more solid person than you'd been, he says it back.

"i love you too, now let's eat, yeah?"

you hum slightly, leaning further into his side, "nap with me?"

changbin sighs and flops onto his side, pulling you down with him, pulling up the blankets to cover you both. you quickly snuggle into him, grateful for the extra warmth.

"get some rest," you feel him place a kiss on your forehead, "i love you."

"i love you too," you mumble, already half-asleep.

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[vibraniumavenger]

Ties That Mend -Part 1

TW/CW: Alcohol, Tony's self destructive tendencies, if there's any more let me know and I'll add them!

A/N: This is something I started many years ago, I just never finished it. I'm currently working on the next few parts, I'm accepting suggestions on where this should go too! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy.

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you hesitantly walked into the elevator. You pressed the button that read 'Floor 12' and waited as it made its way up. You were nervous, you didn't want to be here. Unfortunately, being the newest Avenger meant you had to stay at the tower against your will. You were not impressed. 

You finally reached your desired floor, before taking a step out. All eyes drifted to your current position and you felt somewhat nervous. They all stood and made their way over to greet you. You extended your hand towards them, allowing them to shake your hand if necessary. A red headed woman was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Agent Romanoff, I'll be your training partner and mentor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Director Fury assigned you to me for a reason. He deems you worthy, now prove it. As an avenger, you have responsibilities and commitments. We look out for each other, okay? Don't screw up." She warned. All you could do was nod in agreement, your eyes slightly widened. Her face softened and that's when she let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Natasha. I promise, I don't bite. I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You relaxed as she took your hand and shook it, before turning to the man that stood next to her. "This is Clint. He's annoying, but you get used to it." She earned a groan of playful annoyance from him before he shoved her. She proceeded to introduce everybody else, until she got to the last few members. "Hey, I'm Sam." He smirked, sending you a wink. You couldn't help but scoff. "And I'm not interested." You shot back before turning to the next guy. 

"This is Tony, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. He owns the tower, designs the equipment we use. Also, his ego is bigger than his wallet, so be warned." She joked. You turned away from him quickly, forcing your attention on anything else. His face dropped, but he quickly fixed it before the others noticed. 

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. "Can somebody show me to my room?" Tony was quick to offer his assistance, but you brushed it off. "Nat, do you mind? I do have a few questions…" she agreed and you grabbed your suitcase, following her closely. Tony sighed, pouring himself a whiskey and knocking it back quickly. 

Reaching your room, you thanked Natasha, politely declining her offer of assistance before closing the door behind you. Deciding you would unpack, you emptied your possessions onto the floor. You organised your clothes, placing them in your wardrobe shortly after. Your bathroom was then full of toiletries and you even hung up a few photos. It finally suited your style. By the time you finished, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep was one of your biggest struggles. If you slept more than four hours, or even slept without a nightmare, it was guaranteed you were becoming sick, which also wasn't very often. 

A voice filled your room, alerting you that dinner was being served. You knew it was Jarvis. Making your way to the dining room, a familiar scent filled the air. A small smile graced your face as you entered the room, your favourite meal presented on the table. Taking a seat in between Bucky and Clint, you waited until everybody else had loaded their plate before taking your own portion and tucking in. You ate in silence as conversations erupted around you, each person enjoying the food prepared for them as they socialised with their team mates. 

"Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Steve suggested politely. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-uh, I'm not that interesting. There's nothing really important about me." Tony scoffed, causing everybody to raise their eyebrows and turn their gazes to him. You rolled your eyes before continuing. "What do you guys want to know?" 

This time, Wanda was the one to ask. "Is there a significant other we need to know about?” She wiggles her eyebrows in a teasing manner, causing you to blush profusely. After shaking your head, Sam piped up. "In that case, how about you and I get to know each other?" The rest of the team laughed as he sent you a wink. 

"Like I said earlier bird brain, not interested." You playfully shot back. His right hand lay over his heart and he feigned hurt, causing you to roll your eyes again. "We heard you're pretty smart. In fact, you have similar knowledge to both Tony and I. It'd be nice to have your input on a few projects if you're willing to?" Bruce smiled. You smiled back, nodding your head and confirming your availability to help. Tony watched you inquisitively throughout it all. "You must've had a real good education. Where did you go?" Bruce asked again. 

"I was homeschooled, taught by my father until he passed, my brother until the age of 16 and then my Aunt. By then, I knew everything there was to know. All I had to do was go to college to take the exams, the rest is history." You replied. “Your brother must be an exceptional man. I'd love to meet him one day." Bruce responded. You gave a small nod, brushing off any emotions. Steve spoke up again. "So, do you like jogging?" He simply asked. "I do, I go twice a day. Know any good spots?" You questioned. "Sam and I actually go twice a day too, you're more than welcome to join us." You smiled, thanking him before finishing your food. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Thor held the amber liquid out to you. Shaking your head, you declined. "I don't drink." You stated casually before standing up and clearing your plate. The rest of the team did the same and you decided to excuse yourself before they could ask you anything else. You bid them goodnight, walking into the elevator and eventually back to your room. Your nightly routine commenced and you slid into your bed, laying in the darkness until your eyes fluttered closed and you fell into a deep slumber. 

You were already awake when Steve knocked on your door at the crack of dawn. He was surprised, but didn't think too much of it. You met Sam in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way to the ground floor and exiting the tower into the cold air. It was refreshing, to say the least. A smile graced your face once again as you made your way to the park. Sam thought it necessary to explain the 'on your left' situation and you were glad. Steve ran ahead of you both. You started off slow with Sam, easing yourself into the exercise. Once you got into a rhythm, you sped up and quickly approached Steve who was miles ahead moments before. "Hey Rogers, on your left!" His face was priceless as you overtook him, a smug look plastered on your face. This continued until you were all satisfied with the miles achieved, making your way back to the tower immediately after. "You got heart kid." He complimented as you exited the elevator. You rolled your eyes as Tony came into sight, a glass of whiskey glued to his hand. 

"Tony, it's 10 in the morning. Could you not wait?" Sam enquiries. Tony chuckled, knocking back the drink before pouring himself another. "Isn't it too early for you to be on my case?" He shot back rather defensively. You were somewhat relieved when Sam took the alcoholic beverage and disposed of it, snapping Tony out of his self-destructive tendencies temporarily. 

You began walking off, eager to jump in the shower to rid yourself of the sweat. The footsteps behind you got closer and a tight grip around your arm stopped you. "Did you put him up to that?" Tony asked rather harshly. You laughed in the least humorous manner. "I didn't do shit, Stark. Let go of me." He refused, roughly tightening his grip as you stumbled back into the wall. "You need to grow up, Y/N." he sneered. "You have no control over me. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me,” you announced, wiggling from his grip and walking quickly to your room, slamming the door and locking it. 

You kept your distance for the next few weeks, avoiding Tony at all costs. During dinner, the tension was high and it was clear to everybody you did not get along. If only they knew. Of course, Tony was planning to throw another one of Stark's famous parties much to your dismay. You made it clear you would not be attending. 

"But Y/N, it's the first party since you joined! You have to come, it'll be fun. Please?" Wanda begged. You shook your head. "I don't drink, nor do I like parties. I never have." You admitted. Tony rolled his eyes at this statement. "If she doesn't want to go, we can't force her." Bruce defended you. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't be going either." You sent him a thankful smile before walking back to your room, leaving them to plan. 

A few days later, it was Tony's party. Hundreds of guests arrived, causing the levels of sound to increase dramatically. The DJ let the music blare and the tower practically shook. The whole team dressed to perfection, giving you a smile before going down to the lower level. You sigh, flopping onto the sofa with your laptop as you begin typing out your work. Fury would kill you if you didn't get it in on time. Bruce checked up on you, bringing you a tea and a few snacks to help you focus. He sat next to you, enjoying your company as you spoke continuously about your research. It had reached 11pm when Bruce began growing tired. He politely excused himself, wishing you a goodnight before traipsing off to his room. Many hours later, the rest of the team made their way up. It was clear they were absolutely wasted, their inability to stand was a major hint. You couldn't help but laugh when Clint tripped and Natasha fell down beside him, laughing harder than she usually would. After helping them off the floor, you lead them to their rooms and ensured they were safe in bed before making your way to your room. 

Slipping into your pyjamas, you closed your eyes. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. A loud crash caused you to shoot up from your bed, you grabbed your gun and tiptoed throughout the tower until you found the culprit. Tony was sprawled out on the floor, the glass from the now broken coffee table underneath him. You mentally groaned, you did not want to help him. You knew you couldn't just leave him there. You studied his body quickly, discovering a small cut to his face and hand. Reaching down, you managed to pull him up (with great difficulty) and supported him until you reached the infirmary. Throwing him onto the bed, you grabbed a few supplies. 

"Get away from me, what are you doing?" He asked, slurring each word. "You're hurt, I'm helping you." You told him. Using the tweezers, you carefully took the shards of glass from the wounds. He winced, trying to pull away but you held him down. Next, you cleaned it. He let out an audible groan but all you did was roll your eyes. It was his own fault, after all. Luckily, it wasn't too deep. You bandaged his hand and stuck a few steri-strips to his forehead, closing the small wound. You were about to move him again, when he stopped you. 

"You don't care, why are you helping me?" He asked. You thought for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. "Because if I didn't, who would?" This silenced him. You steadied him on his feet, before throwing his arm over your shoulder as you took him to his room. You lay him softly, taking his shoes and jacket off and throwing his duvet over him. He seemed satisfied as you lay painkillers and water on his nightstand before turning around. Just as you turn the light off, you hear him. "I know you hate me and I'm sorry..." his snores fill the room as you close the door, brushing off his words and making your way back to your room. "Jarvis, wipe all cctv footage." You demanded. "As you wish." He complied. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep. 

Find part 2 here.

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[i-am-an-arson-enthusiast]

Here at i-am-an-arson-enthusiast, we i am dedicated to bringing you top quality content such as but not limited to: gay things, cats, and even live arson that you don't even have to tune into!!

hi this is my intro post :D

basic questions that i love answering

“hey what should i call you” good question. i dont really care, most of my mutuals call me arson. thats cool. bc i love arson. (clearly) but you can call me really whatever. planet names are dope as shit, but only @marcysbear gets to call me neptune. also enthu is off limits, only @terrifying-acceptance gets to call me that.

for the record: if you call me either of those names and are not either of them, that is crossing a genuine boundary of mine. you ARE NOT allowed to call me those names if you are not the designated person for that.

“ur gay” woah really i didnt know that ur like the first person ever to notice that!! (no ur not, ive known that for years)

“what type of gay” yes. the easiest way to explain it is bisexual. that being said: i use bisexual surprizingly little. i call myself lesbian and gay all the time (as in wlw and mlm). i’m arospec, i think im grayromantic? idk. but fun fact: it’s been over TWO months now of this identity crisis; my personal record :) also im polyamorous and will joke abt kissing u if ur cool with it :3

“gender????” im genderfluid. which explains the pronoun changes. im also trans, nb, genderqueer, and any of the genders and terms i need to articulate what the silly lil dudes in my head make me feel.

AUDHD :D explains why i am obsessed with space (going back to names planet names are cool and epic btw)

“do u horny post on main???” i reblog horny posts to my main but i dont normally do the original horny posting. tell me if i need to tw that btw :3

my cool and epic tags

i try to consistanly use them but sometimes i dont. sorry.

woah i’m using queue - i’m actually queuing a post for once instead of spam reblogging (which i mostly do sorry not sorry)

woah a real text post - me positing an actual text post for once but it’s becoming more common

cool ass art - art that i reblog (it’s all cool)

arson does half way decent art sometimes - my art. art i made. yea

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i will keep adding more as i remember them and make them so yea :D also i try to tag for things but i often dont add tw or cw because. idk. just havent ever done that. if you need me too you can tell me in any form and ill try my gaddamn hardest to add them. feel free to *kindly* remind me if i forgot. (as in no verbal abuse ya know. if ur scared ur probably fine)

the last section that is mostly important for followers :]

if u wanna follow me it’d be cool if you have a banner and pfp but as long as ur like not a bot ur good.

feel free to ask questions :) this is the point at which i tell you that i love getting asks and dms. my dms are always open unless i am dead. (current status: alive at very least.) also i am in school so you are practically guaranteed to get a response not immediately. give me 12-24 hours to respond before being offended. after that it’s fair game.

I genuinely do not care and give no fucks about what you believe and how you live your life as long as you dont hurt yourself or others, you are not offended by me being very not religious/spiritual and you do not shove it down anyones throat.

I mostly do reblogs and tag them as such half the time

lastly if you interact with this post it lets me know that you read it but i’m gonna look at your profile anyway if u follow me so you don’t have to.

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[werewolfbneimitzvah]

hi! sorry to bother, but you were the first (helpful) result when i googled "john dies at the end trigger warnings." do you recall if there's overdose? like, someone almost dies/does die of overdose

Oh nice, I'm glad that old list is getting some use!! So like, I'm wracking my brain and i don't think i remember that happening. The weird otherworldly drug does kill people, but not by overdose, it sorta leads them to die in other ways. When John takes the otherworldly drug at one point, Dave (who's the main first person pov guy) doesn't realize it's a supernatural situation, and i don't remember if he specifically thinks it's an OD but he does want to take John to a hospital, and John is very non-responsive for a bit (not unconscious but not replying or seeming to respond to most things). It's possible that some random person is like, mentioned as having ODed, just like casually mention someone as a throwaway thing, it wouldn't be tonally out of place, but it also is possible that doesn't happen, I'm just saying that's a possibility. I don't recall any characters who appear as characters who like talk to anyone as ODing.

This is all irt the first book, and also the movie. The second book I'm less positive on, but still don't recall an OD.

I should also warn that the tw/cw list only includes the first two books and the movie, and doesn't include anything from the third or fourth book. I did read the third book but not the fourth, and there's at least one big thing that the third book adds to the list (character implying he assaulted a child, though the narration does make it clear as the character is saying this that he's almost certainly lying with the purpose of upsetting the child's father), but it's been a while, I'm least familiar with the third book, and i did not read the fourth. The third one involves heavier use of regular degular drugs by someone, the type that can be ODed on, though he doesn't.

Oh, and there's def alcohol use, at one point in the second book a character does spend an extended period of in-universe time heavily drunk, but i don't recall him coming close to death from it.

Sorry i can't be more certain about this. I'm gonna go ahead and publish this in the tags, because i know there's a lot of people who can correct me if I'm missing something, and i very well could be, even something obvious (memory is weird & drug ODs aren't something I'm personally sensitive to so it could easily just not really register for me) so i suggest checking the notes at some point to see if anyone else has responded. Though also, if you'd rather your url not be attached to this post, shoot me another message and I'll delete this and make a separate post asking the same thing.

Hope this and any further responses are helpful!

#jdate #John Dies at the End #jd@te #david wong #jason pargin

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

It takes a village to raise a family part 9

Part 8 , part 10

This amazing au is yet again made by the amazing @angelpuns

We are getting into the fun part! In the next few parts we are going to have new writing styles and new characters to follow along keep in mind my work is a fan work of their au nothing in my work is canon! So I highly suggest going and looking at their stuff about the au! It's really really great!

Possible cw/tw for child being hungry?

I raised the boys with the help of others in the village, but I mainly left them to the yuichi boy and his Aunt. My health dwindled and taking care of my own home was becoming a burden. Splinter was gone and so was my husband in the blink of an eye.

Of course I still went to see them when I could manage it, they also came to the stall sometimes. Other times I could see Leo hanging around that yuichi boy with a light inside his eyes that I know all too well.

The boys started growing food at their houses, I offered to help get them a stall to sell some of it once it got going. With their food I was able to make them new recipes, apple pie, stews.

By the time the first anniversary of the two leaving the sky had turned greyish, like something was wrong with it. Sometimes there was tremors in the ground. I was fortunate enough to always see the blue sky, as now my eye sight has decided to fail me.

Of course though, as I sit at my stall I recognized the boys. Or well, specifically Leo shouting my name as he ran up. I couldn't see his face anymore but I could tell he was smiling through his voice.

"check it out! Raph and I found this in the garden!" He placed a tomato in my hand, hefty and barely able to fit in two of my hands. My hands were smaller than a few but it was still exciting non the less.

"it's huge, what will you make with it Leonardo?" I smiled at him.

"uhh..I don't know, I think maybe you should have it?...for your tomato soup! And then we can all eat together tonight? With yuichi too! Of- of course-"

I smiled and nodded to him. "Go and fetch yuichi, I'll start cooking and bring over the pot around an hour to sundown. I don't want you kids in the dark."

"yes grandpa!" I could hear the smile in his voice again before he ran off.

I put the tomato to the side and sighed, it would have made Splinter proud to see how much his boys had grown in less than two years. They have grown into something truly special.

After a sale I heard the sound a parent is all too knowing of. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine, old man" a girl's voice sounds out, her voice filled with exhaustion.

I couldn't see more than a blur but I could tell she wore tattered clothes and dawned dirt on her face.

"dear, you don't have to lie." I grabbed the tomato and held it out. "Here, you need it more than I do"

"...are-..are you sure?" She slowly took it before I could hear the pop of the tomato being bit into, and the satisfied relief huff from her nose, her body slacked a little.

"you really did need it didn't you dear, when was the last time you ate?" I tried to get a better look of her, but of course I couldn't see any better.

"...I don't have any coin to give you-" she started before I cut her off. "I wasn't asking how much you had, I asked when you last ate."

"...i-..hm...a-... it's not important" she shook her head. "My family will make coins soon so it won't matter too long" her voice was sorrowful.

"if you ever need food or help, you can come to me.."

"you have a few kids to worry about yourself-" oh so she knew me? I didn't recognize her at all. I still don't.

"...thank you for the tomato.." she held her hand to her mouth but I couldn't tell what she was doing before she walked away.

I sat back and sighed, I could technically add another kid to the roster... A daughter, two sons, a Splinter, Yuichi and his sister, 6 grandsons and 3 grand daughters...what's another kid to that?

After all, that's what I do best.

That night we did in fact enjoy tomato soup and bread, however the boys were rather distraught about the legendary tomato ending up on squished by a passer-by.

We would however, the following week enjoy a soup made of several legendary tomato's.

#rise au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ruralau #grandpa flint #rural au #rottmnt rural au #it takes a village to raise a family

[whumperofworlds]

You got any etiquette or tips or smth for posting one shots or drabbles? Like, when to place cuts, how to tag, CW stuff, should you divulge background info before hand, etc etc...

-den-of-whump

Hey friend! I don't know a lot about the etiquette but I'll try my best!

For starters, here's what my setup before my story looks like (had to put a readmore because it was getting long LOL)

See "CONTENT"? The most important thing is to list the trigger warnings somewhere at the beginning, like kidnapping, sickfic, blood, etc. You can use tags too, but also adding the trigger warnings at the beginning before the story is also a good way, so that if your readers see something at the beginning before they read that there's something that squicks them, they could pass it up.

Speaking of tags...

I reread through my stories before posting so I could tag them properly. Was a character bleeding with some descriptions of blood? Add a "blood tw", "blood", etc tag. Was the whumpee dealing with body horror with description of said body horror? "Body horror tw", "body horror", etc. There are times where you forget to add a tag and that's okay! Most of the time, people would gently let you know that you missed a tag. Also, don't censor your tags like this (b100d), since from what I heard, it doesn't protect those who filter the word and they would end up seeing it and get triggered unintentionally. That's usually looked down on due to that reason on Tumblr, and in most places.

And finally, a read more.

If it's getting too long to the point you have to scroll down a bit to get to the end, definitely put a readmore there. Usually, I add it after three paragraphs as seen here. For NSFW stories, I put a readmore right before the story for safety reasons.

And background and all... it depends if you're writing with your OCs/blorbos or just a generic whumpee/whumper/caretaker! For OCs/blorbos, yeah, some background would be cool (if they're fandom characters, it's not necessary since many people would know what the characters are!) Otherwise, it's not necessary to divulge in background stuff for generic, unless it's specific, like if the whump is focused on superpowers and superheroes, some background could help too! 😀

I hope this helps! If anyone else has better etiquette on this (still unsure TBH 😅) feel free to reblog with your two cents!

#wow answers #whump community #also i'd love to read whatever you have 👀 #the more the merrier! #good luck my friend!

[deanwinchesterpregnant]

Happy WW!! I always see you talking about ABO dynamics so I gotta ask: have you ever thought about a Supernatural + Teen Wolf crossover? If you were now CEO of the CW how would you make that play out? (Lets pretend in this make believe land that incest is allowed on tv lol)

this is a wild ask and i'm obsessed thank you. have i ever thought about it? no. am i thinking about it NOW? absolutely yes

(also fwiw there is incest in riverdale lmao, which leads me to believe that the cw is down to clown with it as long as it's m/f lol but i digress)

ok so. one thing about me and teen wolf is i ship everything. i've only seen 1-3b (i dipped when allison died moved away) and i rewatched 1-2 at the beginning of the pandemic. i forgot how fucking wild that show was?? ANYWAY!! here's a couple character interactions i'd love to see:

sam, meet lydia: lydia would initially be interested in dean, the charming, good-looking older brother, but quickly realize that sam is the one with the brains that line up more with hers. dean is smart, absolutely, but sam is more interested in typical academics, and lydia is a genius. they'd chat. they'd get into the lore (once sam does lydia a couple favors, of course). i fucking love lydia martin, she is a forever girl to me, and despite TW being an MTV show, lydia has deep flavors of sam. s2 lydia, hearing voices and visions, not knowing what's wrong with her, learning a dark family past, a harbinger of death...yeah, they'd have plenty to talk about and i'd LOVE to see these two as fast friends that nobody quite understands. sam hiding that lydia is a banshee from dean so that he & john don't hunt her...ugh <3

dean, meet peter hale: we know that dean loves a good looking father figure ;) and peter is so manipulative and creepy – he'd absolutely sniff out the J/D going on (incestuous family meet incestuous family) and use it to piss dean off during fights. i imagine this as an endless chase; peter is so good at getting away and dean is so upset with himself that he keeps losing him and getting toyed with in the process. can you imagine peter's flirting? also, with all the peter + lydia stuff happening, this would add another layer on top of it, when you have sam's friendship with lydia.

john, meet chris & kate argent: ok. incest recognize incest. what the hell was going on in the argent family lmfao bUT ANYWAY i would LOVE to see john talk with these other hunters who all three have such different interpretations of their "codes." i would love to see who john sides with – is it chris, who only hurts those who hurt others, or kate, the vicious fighter who doesn't think twice about hurting any werewolf? i would love to see the fallout of john siding with kate first only to see how that drive has corrupted her into the evil that she is.

dean should hook up with...marin: this would be so fun i think. she's smart and beautiful, which is enough to draw dean in, and she can keep up with him. he can talk to her about the supernatural world, but oh man imagine the fallout of finding out marin is working with deucalion, dean turning on her, and then finding out that she was actually double-crossing him! the self-hatred that would ensue. would they get back together after? who knows...

sam should hook up with...stiles: i almost said allison but scallison is my otp so i can't break them up lmao. i want sam & stiles to have their bi-curious phase with each other. a messy baby dom 4 baby dom virgin 4 virgin moment at one of those raves. they're both secretly constantly competing to be the smartest person in the room and stiles is sooo jealous of sam's friendship with lydia yet fascinated by him. tension off the CHARTS.

john should hook up with...melissa: hELLO? this would be so hot. while i do ship melissa/sherriff stilinski, i love the idea of this ill-advised hookup lmao. both single parents looking for a good time, john unaware that her son is one of the werewolves he's hunting, maybe rafael (her ex-husband) has it out for john bc the winchesters have gotten themselves on the FBI's radar?

oh there is SO MUCH fun stuff you can do with this crossover, also sam would love dr. deaton i think, and dean and jackson do get in a physical fight at some point and dean kicks his fucking ass lol

#spike's box #nicehurt #wincest wednesday

[laf-outloud]

What are you saying? Do you not like me using SpoilerTV? Should I stop using my own spreadsheet to track ratings? What's wrong with me???

I didn't realize you kept your own! I just like these because its easy for me to check since I'm too lazy to make my own lol. Plus I like the consistency of them all being done the same way for easy comparison. I check like 3 different ratings sites at any given point, do you think spoilertv is the most accurate/reliable? Or you just personally prefer that one?

Yes, that site has great ratings tables for the Live+SD numbers and it's a great way to see percentage gains and drops for each episode. (Though it would be nice if their tables could add the +7 ratings.)

100% agree. I wish they did the live+7 as well especially because I never know when to check for those since ratings have been coming out slow lately it seems and it would be sooooo much nicer if they just added them to those charts for me lol. Actually I wish I had to patience to go back and make one centralized chart for Walker, WIndy, TW and GK but every time I think I should do it I just... don't lol.

No worries! I was just teasing. And I don't know why I started keeping track on my own spreadsheet, I've only done it for this season. I guess it makes it easier for me to do comparisons between shows if all the ratings are on one sheet. Plus, I can add the +7 numbers as well as % gains.

As for SpoilerTV, I actually do prefer them for a few reasons. Mainly because they're typically the first ones to list the overnight ratings, and they hold on to the preliminary data so you can see gains/losses from the quick ratings vs. the adjusted ratings. Also, I can easily see the competition from the other networks, and see if there are viewing trends, like a night having 2 million fewer viewers, which may drop a CW show 100K for no apparent reason (other than people just not watching network tv).

Once the +7 numbers come in for TW finale (which should be next Tuesday), I'll post screenshots of what I've tracked for the different CW series through Eps. 13. It's just a Google doc. so I might publish it, but I've never done that before so I want to look into a few more things first (editing/privacy/etc.) before that happens.

#ask box #ratings comparisons #ratings websites #spoilertv

[zukoromantic]

It's international holocaust victim rememberance day. So let's remember all the Jews that lost their lives in this terrible event and all the Jews that lost families and homes and suffered otherwise because of it.

This is the holocaust memorial in Berlin for those of you who haven't seen it. It was made to be interactive and the ground gets lower the more you go, making the stones go higher. It's supposed to show to show that the event too is not just simple like when you look at the surface, but the roots go deeper the more you unpack it. Signs need to be recognized early and we need to look at our society and ourselves for these problems.

We owe this not just to all Jews who had to go through this horrible time, but to all other Jews who are alive today and still suffer consequences, that we could never understand all pain about, decades later. You should be allowed to not live in fear and live as yourselves. And the rest of us has to make sure that we contribute to a society in which this is possible. Listen to Jewish voices and respect them.

Edit: This also applies to other groups that the nazis were targeting, like Romani and disabled people. There are many posts talking more about who has been targeted in germany at the time and these people are all more knowledgable than I am!

#international holocaust remembrance day #tw holocaust #i don't know if i should add any more tws or cws but if so please tell me #also sorry if i shouldn't make this post. i just wanted to raise awareness of the day #holocaust memorial #berlin #tw antisemitism

[stinkyme]

What do you think about writing a Sigma×Reader where Sigma fucks the reader on the kitchen counter? 👁️ I thought about it while looking at one of the many anonymous comments they sent you.

Hello dear anon! I know exactly what ask you are talking about, and I would love to write it :3

So, since you haven't add any specifics (like kinks and such), I made this one tame, and given it's only a kitchen counter sex - a bit shorter than my usual works :) I hope you don't mind!

CW/TW: NSFW (mdni), fem!reader, established relationship, A BIT OF FLUFF (I couldn't help myself, it's Sigma), reader is wearing only an underwear & an apron, porn without much plot, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Morning sex || Sigma x Reader

Sigma loves the way you love him. You always make him feel safe, secure, comforted and like he belongs somewhere. You make your shared apartment feel like a true home, the one he longed for quite some time. He loves the way you take care of him and pay attention to things he loves. The way you always do your best to make him feel good.

However, he also loves the way you tease him each morning while making breakfast. Wearing nothing but thin laced panties and an apron that's not truly covering anything, especially when your back is turned to him. 

It's something he should get used to by now, but he can't help his pleasant surprise, nor growing erection each morning he sees you like that.

Sigma would also make breakfast anytime he would wake up before you, but truthfully, sometimes he would pretend to be asleep for longer, just to experience you like that.

Today was one of those days. You are finishing up the preparation of the breakfast, making everything look delicious and wonderful. Once he finishes his morning routine, Sigma sleepily drags his feet, entering the kitchen and immediately wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

You smile, placing your hand on top of his arms, gently squeezing them. Your bodies are lulling together from side to side, slowly and lovingly.

Although, you can't help but notice his hard cock pressing your ass.

"This is the fifth day that you slept in. I am starting to think you are doing it on purpose." you say in a softer tone, giving him a little teasing grin. Sigma rests his head on your shoulder, giving you a soft, half-lidded gaze.

"It's just a coincidence. Just like you wearing that every single morning." his voice is raspy, but still sweet and gentle.

"I just thought you disliked making breakfast, what were you implying to?" you let out a breathy chuckle as you turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

You lean your body into his, skin pressing into his throbbing cock. He gives you a soft smile as his fingertips slide over your bare back, sending shivers up your spine. You lean closer to each other, lips brushing over one another in the process, sending soft tingles down your body.

Your fingers brush through his silky hair, moving to cup his jaw as your lips press onto his, giving him a slow, loving kiss. Sigma quickly returns it, pressing his lips on top of yours before they wrap around your bottom lip, the tip of his tongue gently sliding over it. Your lips part more, giving his tongue access to yours, deepening the kiss.

Your tongues softly brush over each other, lovingly at first, but it gradually gets more passionate and needy. You pull away for a moment in order to delicately bite on his bottom lip, gently sucking it in-between your teeth. Sigma lets out a soft whimper as you let go of his lip. He leans closer to your jaw, lips barely brushing over your skin.

He starts placing soft, faint kisses over it. You let a soft breath out as his fingertips slide over your spine, moving lower and in a small half-circle to your waist. His fingers move in a loving, up and down motion, while his other hand rests on your hip, pulling you closer to him. His lips trace lower to your neck, leaving open-mouth, wet and needier kisses on your skin. 

Your fingers tangle into his hair, gently pulling on a few strands. Sigma slowly moves your bodies towards the counter, his lips still eagerly tracing kisses all over your neck. His fingers trail upwards, both hands working slowly and delicately to untie your apron. He lets it fall down, all of his fingertips lovingly brushing over the both sides of your neck that he was kissing just a moment ago. 

His face is still close to yours as his gaze falls down, admiring your beautiful body. He lets a satisfied breath out, eyes half-lidded, before he moves down, lips trailing over your collarbones. Sigma's hands fall on your back, barely touching them, his gentleness sending small shivers through your body. 

You let out a small whimper as Sigma's lips wrap around one of your nipples, tongue circling for a moment before he starts sucking on it. His sweet movement sends a wave of warmth to your tummy, your hands resting on top of his head, fingers playing with his hair.

His hands fall on your hips, pushing you to the counter as his sucking on your nipple becomes slightly harsher, needier. You let out another mellow whimper as his thumbs slide between your panties and skin, slowly pulling them down your thighs as he lets go of your nipple with a small pop sound.

"So, so pretty." Sigma whispers before he kisses the middle of your chest, moving his attention to your other nipple. He gives it the same delicate care at first, his teeth and tongue brushing over all the sweet spots before his movement gradually gets more passionate.

He lets your panties fall on the floor, one of his hands sliding over your inner thigh as his other one cups your free boob. He starts sliding his thumb over the wet area, in small and precise circles, squeezing a moan out of your throat. His tongue keeps on circling over your other nipple as his free hand slides up your inner thigh, two fingers carefully brushing over your clit.

You let out a soft moan as your hips quiver. Sigma's fingers keep ghosting over your needy cunt, mostly touching areas that weren't as pleasurable. Soft touch on the puffy part of your thighs, the one close to your groins, then your groins, then lower tummy. Gently caressing each part he could reach except your needy clit. He slowly unwraps his lips away from your nipple as the thumb of his other hand makes a few more circles before sliding down to your hip.

He presses you more into the edge of the counter as his ghosting, teasing fingers finally settle down on your clit. You let out a soft moan as his fingers slide to your inner lips, feeling your leaking precum before he moves them back to your clit. With freshly wet fingers, he draws small circles on your bud, squeezing more moans out of your pretty throat. His gaze is needy, lips parted as he watches your body quiver under his bare touch. You gently grasp on his lean bicepses, fingers twitching each time his own fingers rub over the sweet spots of your clit.

Sigma lets out a quieter whimper of his own, the pure sight of you made him get dizzy in the best way possible. He slowly moves his attention away from your clit, hands sneaking on the backsides of your thighs and lifting you on the counter. Your body follows without a second thought as you spread your legs more for him, using your arms to support yourself from behind. Sigma messily pulls his pajamas and boxers down in one go, exposing his pretty, dripping cock. 

"Sorry, I couldn't wait longer." he says softly, aligning his painfully hard cock with your entrance. You give him a small, quick smile, reassuring him.

He starts slowly sliding his cock inside your dripping cunt, inch by inch, each small movement making him let out small gasps. You gasp in as the base of his cock kisses your clit, pussy clenching around him. He places his hands on your hips, making you arch them forward as he starts making slow, sensual thrusts. You let out a chain of soft moans as his cock reaches deeper inside of you like this, head falling back as Sigma lets out a few breathy whimpers of his own.

His cock rubs all of your sweet spots making your pussy leak more precum around his cock. You place your hand on the nape of his neck, gently wrapping it around to pull his face a bit closer to yours as your other one still provides you balance. Your head straightens, eyelids too heavy and barely open as his thrusts speed up just a little bit, stimulating your weak spots more frequently. Sigma leans his face closer to yours, his eyelids low just like yours, mellow whimpers escaping his parted lips.

"You are so pretty." he whispers, his tummy making small twitches as his pace remains medium. Your pussy clenches around him from the compliment and softness of his voice. 

"So are you. The prettiest." you smile, placing a soft kiss on his parted lips. Sigma's cock throbs from your words and he immediately speeds up a bit, too greedy for more pleasure.

Your eyes roll back as your hips barely quiver due to his grip on them. Sigma sneaks one of his hands under your knee, gently putting your calf on top of his shoulder as his other hand gently pushes the inner thigh of your other leg, urging you to spread it more. You follow, spreading your leg for him and he starts rolling his hips even faster, picking up a quick, relentless pace.

His cock keeps on pressing and stimulating all of your sweet spots, but it feels even better now as your spread legs allow more sensitivity. You let out louder moans, your eyelids too heavy to remain open as he rests his hand on top of your calf, squeezing it gently. He slowly moves his other hand, sneaking it in-between your bodies and reaches your clit with his fingertips. As soon as he starts drawing small circles, your cunt messily clenches around him in fast intervals, breathy and sharp whimpers escaping both of your throats. 

The intense warmth spreads underneath your skin as your grip on his nape tightens, fingernails digging into his soft skin without mercy. You arch your hips just a bit higher, a loud mixture of a gasp and moan escaping your lungs as his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you. Sigma keeps on thrusting and circling his fingertips on your clit, the paces miss-matched.

His thrusts are deep and heavy, producing loud slaps when his skin meets yours, while his fingertips move in slower circles. Heat swirls inside your tummy and chest as your free hand clumsily grips the edge of the counter, lightheaded feeling making you weak. Sigma lets out a few softer whimpers and grunts, cursing under his breath as your pussy leaks more precum around his throbbing cock.

You throw your head back and Sigma places a messy, wet kiss on your exposed throat, his panting spreading warm breath over your skin.

"Ah!-, so good. Feels so good." he whispers into your skin, sending shivers down your spine as your body tenses up, orgasm slowly building. 

The kitchen echoes with both of your moans, wet slaps and sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your needy cunt. He speeds up his movement on your clit as his hips keep up the pace, messily placing soft kisses over your throat. Your chest feels heavy and warm as your breathing becomes more rapid. Your legs become shaky as your orgasm builds up more and more, a swirling heat pleasurably cramping inside your lower tummy. 

Sigma's cock twitches a couple of times, pressuring your g-spot even more during his thrusts, earning a sharp moan of yours. He speeds up the movement on your clit even more and you can feel your body becoming weak as more tingling heat spreads under your skin. Your hand moves away from his nape, tugging on his hair with the strength you have left. Your hips start to quiver more as your orgasm slowly breaks its first wave inside of you.

Sigma's head falls on your collarbone and chest and he keeps on heavily panting into your skin. A few broken whines escape his lungs, getting slightly muffled by your flesh as your cunt convulses and relaxes around him. Your head falls back forward, leaning onto his as your orgasm reaches its peak, overwhelming warmth spreading inside your body. Your leg falls off of his shoulder, twitching in places as you let out filthy moans into his ear, making his cock pulsate inside of you.

Sigma swallows, choking on his own whimpers and whines as he moves his hand away from your clit, resting it on your waist and pulling you closer. His thrusts slow, letting your orgasm melt away and body to calm down. You gasp out as he slowly pulls out, pulling you off of the counter and turning you around. Your body follows, chest and arms resting on half-warm, half-cold areas of the counter as you slightly arch your back.

Sigma aligns his cock with your inner lips again, greedily sliding his messy cock inside with one quick stroke. You let out a sharp moan as your body jerks into the counter. A small "sorry" is heard from Sigma as he grips your hips, pulling them towards him to meet his thrusts half-way. You roll your eyes back as your pussy feels a bit sensitive from an orgasm you had a moment ago. He makes quick thrusts, pausing for a moment when only his tip is inside before sharply thrusting his full length in.

Each time his pelvic area slams into your ass and his cock reaches your deepest and sweetest spots, your body fills with intense warmth, getting weaker after each thrust of his.

Sigma moves one of his hands on your lower back, pressing down slightly to angle your hips better. You let out a sharp moan as the tip of his cock kisses an even deeper spot inside of you. Your arms feel sore and weak, your throat getting dry from all the sounds you were making. He speeds up his thrusts, cock throbbing inside of your leaking hole as a few first waves of orgasm rush through his body. He throws his head back, legs shaky as his balls land heavy slaps on your clit making your thighs twitch. 

"Fuck, not like this. I want to look at you." he quickly says, voice needy and desperate. His hands slide between your chest and counter, pushing you into his body. You mindlessly turn around, his cock slipping out as you do. You sit yourself back on the counter as Sigma swiftly aligns his cock with your drooling cunt, sliding back easily. He immediately picks up his previous pace as your legs weakly wrap around his hips.

He looks at you, gaze half-lidded and lips parted, soft moans slipping past them.

"Wanna look at you while I cum." he mumbles, fighting to keep his eyes open as his hands wrap around your neck gently. He uses his thumbs to keep your chin up as your eyebrows knit in pleasure, eyes teary and heavy. He blinks a couple of times, slowly and heavily as his hips keep on moving back and forth without a single break. 

You place your hands on his wrists, holding them with care as he keeps on pleasuring you, soft moans escaping your lungs. You feel his cock throbbing and pulsating inside of you as his face remains tense for a moment, not a single sound slipping past his lips. 

"Cum for me, baby. Look at me while you do it, pretty boy. Come on." you whisper, voice soft. Your words send him over the edge, the reassurance of his desire making his cock twitch inside of you. 

He rolls his eyes back for a quick moment as a loud gasp escapes his throat, finally letting go of the breath he was holding in. His body becomes shaky as he releases a few ropes of cum inside of you, making your cunt clench around him. He swiftly leans his face closer to yours, placing a needy and messy kiss on your lips, practically panting inside your mouth as his climax reaches its peak.

Your hands fall down, wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer alongside your legs on his hips. He gasps out as you keep him in place with your legs, letting him release the rest of his cum deeper inside of you. 

He lets out a shaky whimper before he kisses you once again, his gaze still needy. Your breathings slowly calm down as Sigma moves his hands around your waist, hugging you closer to him, his cock still inside of you.

You place a soft kiss on his shoulder before whispering how much you love him. He lets out a soft chuckle, hands sliding up and down your back before returning the words, whispering that he loves you just as much, if not more.

Yes, this became your usual routine every morning, but neither Sigma or you would trade it for anything in the world.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it truly means a lot to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

#sigma x reader #sigma smut #sigma x reader smut #sigma x you #sigma x y/n #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #fem reader #sigma bsd

[tommiruewrites]

hey! can i request a fluff blurb or oneshot with ronald weasley where reader is super outgoing and ron is really nervous to ask them out? they/them pronouns please and I'm in hufflepuff <3

✩ pairing(s) - Ron Weasley x hufflepuff!reader ✩ status - pining ✩ requested? - yes ✩ prompt(s) - none ✩ summary - Ron has been trying to ask you out, but can't seem to get out the right words around you ✩ tw/cw - absolute fluff, they/them pronouns ✩ word count - 1.7k ✩ a/n - here you go! ngl this isn't the best thing i've written, but hope this matches what you had in mind. enjoy <333

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"Just go talk to them."

"They won't bite you, Ron." Hermione says dryly, the only one actually studying on their "study date"

Ron nervously looks around from where he's sitting by the black lake with Harry and Hermione, spotting you and your friends laughing and talking under a patch of trees. 

"I'm not scared to talk to them, I just think I should play hard to get. So, I don't seem desperate." Ron defends, unsuccessfully hiding his nerves.

Hermione rolls her eyes, still never moving her attention away from her studies, "You are desperate." 

Harry decides to chime in, smirking at his friend's obvious nerves, "Yeah, hate to break it to you mate, but you can't play hard to get with someone who isn't in the game." 

"Speaking of games, we still on for quidditch practice tonight?", he adds, trying to deflect the conversation, again, unsuccessfully.

"Talk to them.", Harry interrupts, "Their right there, now's your chance!"

To be fair, this was not the first chance Ron had to talk to you. In fact, he's tried to ask you out multiple times in the past few months, but something always got in the way.

2 MONTHS AGO

You and your friend walk into the potion's classroom, sitting next to each other in your usual seats. Other students pile in as the room fills up, you and your friend talking about the upcoming defense against dark arts assignment. 

"Quiet." Snape commands as he enters the room, heading to the front of the class. He goes on to talk about the next assignment, going over ingredients, directions, and any other necessary steps. You take notes on every detail, trying your best to keep up with his words. 

"This assignment will be completed in pairs-" 

You and your friend immediately look at each other.

"-which I will be assigning you." 

Your smiles drop, and several students in the room groan in complaint, causing stern looks from the professor to be thrown their direction.

He calls out pair after pair, students rearranging themselves accordingly. This goes on for a while until you finally hear your name followed by "Weasley". You look over to the other side of the room to see the redhead already looking at you. You offer a small smile and make your way over to him. 

It's not like you don't know who he is. You've seen him around the grounds and in some of your classes. You have even talked to him briefly a few times in passing, but nothing more than a simple "good morning", or "excuse me". You had never actually had a full conversation with him or even properly introduced yourself. Although, you must admit, you have always thought him pretty cute and find his personality, or what you've gathered from your short encounters, quite endearing. You're pleased that you got him to work with, as you've always liked making new friends and hope that this is an opportunity to do so.

You set your notes on the table next to him, taking your new seat. "Hello! Ronald, is it?", you quietly ask.

"Uh, yeah, it's Ron." He quietly mutters, not quite meeting eye contact.

You smile at him, offering your hand and your name to finally introduce yourselves fully. "Let's get started."

The two of you work on the project. You read off of your notes and give him the proper instructions while he makes sure to follow them exactly. At first, he didn't talk much, but after a few jokes from you the two of you were talking with ease. You even caught yourself laughing occasionally at Ron's stupid puns about every ingredient you listed, which Ron was very proud of. You completed the assignment with flying colors. 

You celebrate the success with a high-five, laughing after almost missing each other's hand. 

"So," Ron starts, dropping eye contact again, "would you mind helping me with- well what I mean is- usually Hermione does, but she can't, so I was wondering-"

"Class dismissed. Get out." Snape booms over the whispered chatter of students. 

You start grabbing your things and shoving them in your back, "What were you asking?" 

"Oh, nothing, never mind." He says quickly before grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the room before you could say anything more. 

You could clearly tell that Ron's a bit awkward, so you didn't find his behavior strange or rude, but instead hoped to talk to him again in the future. You met back up with your friend and walked to the next class. 

1 MONTH AGO

You run through the halls, late for meeting your friend to study in the library. You turn a corner and collide firmly with something, or someone, causing you to fall to the ground and all of your books and notes to fall out of your bag. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" you hear a familiar voice ask.

You open your eyes to see Ron standing over you, helping you off the floor. You start laughing at the embarrassing situation. "No need to apologize, I was the one who ran straight into you." you assure him with a bright smile. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Good."

Ron looks down at your scattered belongings all over the floor, "Let me help.", he says without waiting for a reply as he starts to collect your things.

The two of you shove everything back into your bag. His hand brushes over yours as you go to grab your last page of notes, causing him to flush and pull away quickly. You frown slightly at the action, taking it to mean that he didn't have any interest in you, but of course, you missed the way his heartrate picked up at the slight contact.

He rises to his feet in a slightly more flustered state, handing the paper back to you. 

"Thank you."

You shove it back in your bag, offering a tight-lipped smile. 

Ron opens his mouth to speak but his throat goes dry, not letting any words leave his mouth.

"I'd better go before my friend kills me.", you joke, "See you around, Weasley." 

What you didn't see was Ron mentally scolding himself for being such an idiot, "Yeah, good one Ron, you're real smooth." 

3 DAYS AGO

"Ronald Weasley! You've been dozing off into the abyss for the past ten minutes. Would you pay attention." Hermione scolds.

Ron jolts up, looking over at her and returning his focus to her lecture on Herbology. It doesn't take long for his gaze to wander off again.

Hermione stops talking when she notices, causing Harry to stop writing his notes. Hermione follows Ron's eyeline, and Harry follows suit, both landing on you. "Oh, so that's why you're so distracted. Well just go talk to them then, if you're just going to waste my time sitting here gawking." Hermione offers bluntly.

Ron's head whips towards the brunette, "What? I'm not gawking at anyone."

"You could practically see hearts in your eyes." Harry, ever the romantic, says with a large smile at finding out his best friend has a crush. 

Ron scoffs as a small blush creeps onto his face, sinking into his seat, "That's ridiculous, I barley even know them."

"Would you just go over there already?" Harry asks, more excited about the situation than anyone.

"No need," Hermione interrupts, "they're coming over here now."

Ron's eyes widen as he shuffles to sit up straight, fixing his wrinkled robes. 

"Hey!" you beam as you approach their table, "sorry to interrupt your study session, I just saw you and thought I'd say hi. I also brought you some notes I took during this past herbology lesson since I noticed you missed it."

Ron's throat goes dry again, like it does every time you're as much as in the same room as him, "Oh, thanks.", he croaks out. The only thing playing in his mind is 'they noticed I was gone?'

"No problem." you focus your attention back on the other two sitting at the table, "Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me." You exchange names with the two of them and the four of you make small talk for a few moments. 

"Well, I'd better get going. It was nice meeting you both." 

As you turn to leave, Hermione steps on Ron's foot and glares at him causing him to yelp out in pain followed by a call of your name.

You turn around and wait for whatever he needed to say, but he just stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. 

Harry kicks him in the shin and he finally starts talking. 

"Would you, uhm, maybe like to hang out by the quidditch pitch tomorrow? With me, of course... and, uh, my friends."

Harry and Hermione both internally face palm.

You smile warmly at him, "Sure, I'll meet you after transfiguration." You turn and exit the library, secretly smiling and blushing once you were out of their view.

Ron exhales deeply, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment. 

"Oh good, at least we'll be on your first date too so we can stop you from saying something else stupid."

So really, Ron has to just get it over with and ask you, before, as Hermione says, "someone else will."

He stands with a pat on the back from Harry as he somewhat reluctantly makes his way over to you and your friends. 

You spot him approaching out of the corner of your eye and wave and greet him, walking towards him so you were a bit out of earshot from your friends. 

"I... I brought you back your notes. I copied them all down." he starts with a stutter, pulling the notes from his robe pockets.

You take them from him and put them into your own pockets, "Thank you. That was fast."

"I wanted to get them back to you."

You nod in appreciation, a small awkward silence falling over you before he breaks it.

"Would you..." he trails off as his anxiety rises.

You just smile warmly and wait for him to continue, not wanting to rush him.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asks quickly, voice cracking at the end.

You can't stop your smile from growing, "It's about time. I was about ready to ask you myself."

His mouth hangs slightly open in shock at the response, causing you to laugh, "Really?"

You just nod in response.

"Well, it's a yes then?"

You laugh again at his still flustered state, "Yes, of course. I would love to go on a date with you, Ronald Weasley."

#harry potter fluff #harry potter #hogwarts #golden trio era #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #ron weasly imagine #ronald weasley #ron weasley fluff #shifting motivation #harry potter shifting #ron wealsey x y/n #hermione #hermione granger #hufflepuff #fluff #blurb #oneshot #harry potter oneshot #harry potter blurb #movies

[ireniclacuna]

soft smiles, sharp eyes - affogato cookie x reader

A/N: hiya!! this is (technically my second little ficlet, but never mind that) just a lil thing about affogato cookie x reader! reader is gender neutral in here, and uses they/them pronouns. they're also referred to as baker cookie (totally not yoinked from self aware crk au hahahaha but uh this is more of a isekai case technically in reader's case, not actually self aware.)

tags: affogato cookie x reader, mismash of fluff and angst? not sure how to describe it but its. There., reader is referred to as baker cookie and uses they/them pronouns, hints of readers past, affogato cookie being horribly ooc im pretty sure because i just got him

no cws/tws i think are needed, but feel free to leave a note if they are and i'll add them!

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Affogato is persuasive.

He wouldn't pretend that he isn't- he knows for a fact that he is, which is how he (sometimes) managed to earn the loyalty of the cookie citizens of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He knows that in order to win, in order to truly get his opponents to submit to sweet-tasting defeat, he has to make his tongue laced with silver, to softly whisper of (perhaps fake) misdeeds. Except.

Except you seem to be the one exception that doesn't seem to believe it. Believe, he means, in the sort of half-truth and sugar-coated words he uses. You always have a soft smile on your face, eyes covered, along with the rest of your face, because of the hood that covers it. You tug it down if you feel threatened, he notices, with narrowed eyes full of wonder. You don't seem to engage in rumors- at least not the ones that he uses, because all of the ones that you say are simply small-talk. Maybe gossip, he muses, if he could stretch it that far, but no. There are no rumors or lies or truths from you. There is simply you, smiling at him, hand tightened on your hood, and beckoning him closer to "-come and sit down, alright, Affogato?"

And whatever he does, even with a hand hiding a snide smile, he complies. He asks you about your day- tells you advice on how you should go on with yourself. Even if he supplies himself with a healthy dosage of truth (the truth, he tells himself, nothing more) is that you want to use him, exactly as he wants to do to you. Except he complies, and sits down at the table peppered with sweets and lovely tasting soda that you drink without a single care. He stares at it longer than he ought to- only watching you drink it all down.

Seems it's not poisoned, at the very least.

"Hiding behind your hood won't exactly help you in any sort of case, Baker."

He says it teasingly, wanting to poke at the fire your oven seems to alight. Except you never do. You simply give him a smile as sharp as whipped cream -which is to say, not sharp at all- and lifts your hood up ever so high that he can see your eyes staring back at him.

Your eyes, unlike his, are wide. They're never in a narrowed position, always wide and so incredibly soft and it makes him sigh -in fondness, he realizes one day- as he offers up a smile of his own that is neither sharp nor soft, neither snide or welcome. He curves his lips up ever so slightly, letting his hand down from his face, and your smile digs even deeper into your cheeks.

---

Sometimes, he trails behind you. Or beside you, whichever of the which. He walks with you, never truly laughing, as he goads you into letting spill some rumors you've most likely heard from the other cookies of this Kingdom. You never do, though- you never have and he figures that you never will. You simply respond with something unrelated, something that he is definitely not interested in, as you speak of new relationship developments with certain cookies. Nothing pertaining to the rumors that he uses. Perhaps one day they might come of use, he muses, as he walks alongside you.

Sometimes, he doesn't say anything about rumors. Doesn't try to push you into doing something. Doesn't try to persuade you into saying. He simply watches you, hand ever raised to cover his mouth, staring at your interactions with others. He looks on lazily, eyes opened in interest as you instruct several cookies on what to do. He expects most of them to groan, to shuffle about.

Except they don't. Gingerbrave, ever intent on proving himself, smiles and grabs Wizard Cookie's hand, while the other yelps, and runs off to the Jammery. Sea Fairy Cookie sighs softly, eyes always in that haze, but she does so with nothing to protest. He wonders if this was something you were natural at- a natural born leader, despite your general demeanor. You've always been the one that seems to order everyone around, and everyone complies, and Affogato has long since associated that with the weak obeying the strong. With them obeying you. Except you never call yourself the leader of this Kingdom. The Grand Majesty, he thinks. You always smile, whenever he asks.

He asks you, voice questioning and curious, why do you not call yourself the Majesty of this Kingdom?

You always smile and say this in response- Am I really one?

He is almost about to say yes, yes with all of his heart, except. He catches himself with ease, and simply gives a snide smile in return instead of a simple word that he would have undoubtedly meant with all of his heart. He barks out a vicious laugh.

"Are you trying to get me to compliment you, Baker?" He sneers, snide smile growing even wider.

You look despondent for a moment. He wonders, in that singular moment, if he's gone too far.

You tug your hood down even further, nodding, and hiding that smile he's grown to see on your face these days.

"I have to go now," is what you say, breaking into a sprint and running into an oblivious Pure Vanilla Cookie near the castle.

He frowns, covered by a hand- he needn't partake in such flattery, except a single part of him does want to. It wants to tell you that you are a strong leader in your own right, and to say it honestly. Not coated with the sugary sweet tone he uses for persuasion. To say it with his own voice.

He narrows his eyes, as Pure Vanilla Cookie seemed to fret over your well-being, asking if you're alright, as you let out a soft puff of laughter, telling the worried Ancient Cookie that you're perfectly fine.

---

Affogato thinks that he's usually above the flattery you spoil him with. To spare him from it, because he usually sighs and tells you to stop. You never do. You always grin, hood riding up your face just a bit to show your scarily (mystifying) eyes, lightened with joy. He smiles, always snide- "you certainly have better things to do, Baker. But I'm pleased to see that you seem to use it all with myself."

You simply grin.

And something inside of him seems to churn at it, moving quicker than coffee and ice cream alike. He looks away, hand gripped onto his staff, as you walk alongside with him.

"Say, Baker Cookie." You hum in response- what's up?

"Where exactly do you come from?"

You still, suddenly, before shrugging it off. "Where do you come from," you counter, sighing.

He smiles sharply- "In exchange of coins, I'd be glad to say." You huff.

"I come from the sky," is what you say. He narrows his eyes, before letting out a soft laugh. It's soft. It's soft and doesn't quite fit him, he realizes.

"I didn't know you had a sense of humor, Baker- almost as comparable to how existent, as others have said, to me actually smiling."

You still for another moment, shoulders sagging.

You look up, and for the first time, he sees your eyes are tired. Bags under them, the smile he's come to associate with you threatening to unfurl into a low frown.

Affogato looks away just a moment, and suddenly, you're back to the Baker Cookie he's come to know you for. He wonders if there's something else, and wonders.

---

He settles down, across from the ever reckless Gingerbrave Cookie, as Gingerbrave seems to drink the soda he had painstakingly poured out with glug after glug.

"So! Affogato Cookie! What did ya need me for?" He chirps out the question, face already in determination.

Affogato smiles at him, all bite, and tentatively sips at his own drink. "I wanted to ask, where exactly did you meet Baker Cookie? I've coin as well, if you must."

Gingerbrave tilts his head- before suddenly realizing what exactly he wanted.

He lets out a ooooh, drinking his cup faster. He ponders it for a bit, face scrunched up in thought, before responding.

"Wellll... I met them when I was getting chased by a cake-hound. Was actually the first cookie I met back in that forest, before all the Kingdom stuff started. They were coming out of a clearing, I think, and they must have heard me scream out, because they immediately ran over to me and tried to help. Tried to, because that's when I found they couldn't do anything to it."

Tried. They both know (well, every cookie in the Kingdom knew) that you can't really fight. Can't really fight other than do various tasks in the Kingdom, and wish up new cookies to arrive.

Gingerbrave adds on suddenly- "They seemed pretty outta it, though. Was pretty confused and scared. Still, they tried coming to my help! That's when I knew they couldn't possibly be a bad guy!"

Affogato nods, smiling. "I see." He sips again at his drink, taking a bite of the pastry.

And then it's over like it had never started in the first place.

---

Affogato Cookie has always been persuasive. It's something he's sure that he'll never be able to let go of. Lately, however, he thinks he's the one being persuaded. By you. Even if you're doing so unintentionally, with the mystery that seems to surround you like the milky-white robe that covers you, with your soft smiles and eyes wide and bright. You call for him, usually a day, as you both chatter over small-talk, rumors, and his own pastimes. He finds himself blooming like a bloodied flower, watered with soft smiles, jabs at himself, and a hint of tragedy. It's so truly hard to let down a single barrier. Especially for you. So hard to not scan each word that's been told countless times for the real meaning. So hard to not send back sugar-coated lies and misdeeds and truths.

You smile at him, again, and again, and he thinks that maybe he can let down a single barrier. To not respond with urge, with attentiveness, and to simply speak like two reasonable cookies sharing tea and snacks.

He wonders if he's ever thought to truly love, to not use promises of I love you for persuasion, but with actual intent and meaning. So he keeps the thought locked away, and lets himself relax and think of soft memories made in a tea party.

And for the first time, other than the need for power and control and to ride up to the top, he finds himself wanting something entirely else that has a soft smile and full of quite oblivious (yet sickening all the same) sweet intentions.

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