#my brain is struggling tonight lmao | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

k2ntoss · 2 months

Note

i feel like I've been MIA for too long lmao but hooo boyyy i have so many thoughts now because of that prompt list omg 🫠 i NEED -Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.- and “Spread your legs baby, that’s it…Wider.” with Jason immediately please Mara, the brain rot demands it 😭

-🦊

JUST LOOK AT THIS, MY FAVORITE ANON !!! (as if it wasn't clear before) have i told you already how i love the way your mind brings the brain rot to work??? well, i do. let's get at it, babe

fucking someone so good they struggle to kiss you back + "spread your legs baby, that's it... wider"

movie nights are for two things, actually watching your movie selection while cuddling with your partner or to completely ignore whatever was playing on the screen while your partner fucked the life out of you. you go guess what was jason's plan for tonight's movie plan.

you're actually trying to focus on the movie, your eyes fixed on the screen as you lay on jason's chest and he holds you softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he leans in to leave a soft peck on your skin. it's innocent and sweet at first but then one of his hands slides under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing abstract lines on your stomach that made your attention drift away when he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

"jay... are you even watching the mo–" you were speaking, trying to scold him but your words caught on your throat when his hand moved further up and cupped one of your breasts at the same time he licked your neck.

"i'm not watching the movie, baby" he whispers against your skin, his lips gracing your neck right before he kisses that spot behind your ear "i want to get touchy with my pretty girl."

"oh, so you want to get touchy?" you ask, there's now a hint of amusement and mischief on your voice as you turn your face to look at him and jason can't help but chuckle and nod, like a kid that's been caught red handed doing something he wasn't supposed to "and who said i wanted to let you, jaybird?" you ask but deep down you knew you would let jason get his way with you anytime he wanted to.

"you... you're not doing a thing to stop me from touching you like this" he says, his voice is low and his hands are now both on your chest, he squeezes your tits firmly before lifting your bra "it is because you know you're all mine to enjoy or because you want me to actually feel you up completely?"

the way he speaks and touches you manage to drag a soft moan out of your lips and it makes him feel powerful because he knows how to make you melt. that's what he wants, jason wants to be the one to always make you feel good, he wants the reason you smile and moan, the only one to know every corner of your body so he could give back all the good things you gave him.

jason really enjoys the way it's so easy for him to shut your mind off with the smallest touch when mixed with the right words, he loves whispering into your ear and kissing your neck just to see how needy you can get from it but it was just the effect jason's touch had on you and he couldn't deny you could do the same to him. so now when he gets your shirt lifted and squeezes your breast while kissing your neck he has to hold back a moan when you move and push him to be able and sit on his lap.

"sometimes you should try to pay attention to a movie, you know?" you ask teasingly, leaning in to kiss him again and jason misses no time to let his hands snake under your shirt again just to feel those goosebumps on your skin. it's unthinkable to try and stop to resume your initial plans because your boyfriend is now sucking a subtle trail of small marks on your neck while he starts pulling your shirt off and when he is done your bra stands no chance against him.

"the movie can wait, we can watch it after i make you scream and beg for more..." jason whispers into your ear and he smirks when you tug at the neck of his hoodie, he knows he won and he takes it off and that's when the last strand of control you had vanishes at the sight of his toned body, the faint scars scattered over his skin around that one on his chest that ran all the way down to his stomach it only made him way more appealing.

he really loves the effect he has on you, it makes him feel like he really deserves the way you look at him and how you touch him as if he was your most valuable treasure and he was, his touch equals yours; needy but still lingering enough to make sure you know how he values the fact that you are with him, his grip firm but loving as he holds your hips to make you grind against him once he takes off those comfy sweatpants you wore to bed and that he loved because of how the hugged your figure.

clothes do not last on your bodies and it isn't so much until your body is completely pressed against his while he makes you put your hips up, jason lets his hand wander between your thighs until he has two fingers sneaking over your folds, flicking your clit as he smiles smugly at you.

"do you still want to watch the movie, ma?" he asks, voice now deeper while his finger traces a trail between your folds, teasing your aching pussy before he slips his digits into your entrance. jason looks at you, the hunger in his eyes only adds to your arousal as you grind your hips against his palm, the calloused skin brushing against your swollen clit.

you grunt something that sounds like a shut up and a please mixed up in a hushed moan, as your boyfriend keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you while he kisses and bites your neck, the smirk on his lips doesn't leaves when you struggle to beg him from how much he teases because his free arm is around your back and his hand is now groping your breast.

"already so desperate? i just started, sweetie" he coos you mockingly as he slowly lays you down under him, lips trailing down your neck until he is now kissing and biting on your nipple "just look at the pretty mess you are, all wet around my fingers and you could just cum like this... should i let you get off like this?"

"god, jason– don't do that, i need you" you moan breathlessly and for some reason his words only get you more needy, making jason feel a huge ego boost as he gives you that pretty shit eating grin before he switches to your other breast, sucking and teasing you more as his fingers leave your pussy, entrance now clenching around nothing.

there's a feeling of relief once you can see jason moving to be between your legs as he trails his kisses to your tummy, lovingly and devoted and his hands squeeze your legs softly to try and help your body to calm a little to no overstimulate you just yet.

"spread your legs baby," he says softly, his lips brushing against your skin and the sweetness on his touch and words makes you comply without thinking twice, your legs spreading almost on its own for him "that's it... wider" he says now smugly, seeing the way you open up just at his presence makes him feel so powerful.

he holds onto the back of your knees, pushing your legs until he makes them rest over his shoulder. his hand guides his hard dick until his tip is lined up with your pussy and he pushes in, slowly as a low growl escapes his throat, holding onto your hips to give a first stroke.

"so fucking thight and i had already stretched your pretty cunt before" he says, his body still until you nod for him to start moving and he doesn't hesitates to start with a quick pace "that's such a pretty toy i got myself, didn't i? i just have to touch you and you'll let me have my way with you..."

he makes it sound so good you can't help but moan, one of your hands reaching for his neck to pull him from his nape; fingers tangling on his hair as you bring his face close to yours and jason only makes his thrusts faster, hiting all the right spots as he holds you bent like this.

"jay– jay please" you whine as you try to really bring his lips to yours, it amuses him and you hear it on his rumbling chuckle, his hands gripping your hips in a way you knew your skin would be painted in finger-print-bruises by tomorrow but you just loved that, silky skin painted with his hickeys and bite marks, a sing of that ownership he had over you.

"use your words, princess," he whispers into your ear, the sound of the dominance on his voice making you moan loudly when his hands also squeeze your ass playfully "you're a big girl, you can use that pretty mouth of yours can't you?"

"please, kiss me jay" you beg, voice shaky as he pounds into you and the way jason is closer now on top of your body, his shoulders still holding your legs up just making the angle perfect for his tip to kiss your cervix.

jason does as you ask, leaning in a pressing a bruissing kiss on your lips and he seems pretty resolved to devour your mouth like that but instead he's met with you really struggling to kiss him back and he is lost in this discovering. it encourages him to move your body as if you were a pretty doll for him to use, placing your legs against your chest but this time only over one of his shoulders.

"feels like too much, pretty doll?" he asks, whispering into your ear almost in a growl and he changes his pace, slowing down to give you deep and slow strokes but still slamming his hips against yours.

"too good, jay... feels just so good" your voice slurred as you cry for him to move a bit faster but jason has just found out how to play with you a little more.

"yeah? you sound way too pretty for me to change the pace, crying like a desperate slut" the use of names sends a shiver down your spine, jason knows what buttons to push in order to get your pleasure to skyrocket and he is really proud of it as he keeps pumping into you, hissing in pleasure when he feels your walls clenching around him "god this feels so fucking good, i could cum into you so deep baby, you'll feel me right here"

one of his hands wanders from your hips to your belly and the thought of him reaching so deep inside of your body is enough to make your body tense, there's something new to all of this because you've felt way more sensitive than before and jason is feeling way too eager to find out how much he can do with that.

"jason please, fill me up like this" you say in between shaky moans, legs trembling already and the way you look at him through those teary cute doe eyes makes him throb into you.

"want me to breed you, baby? i want to see you dripping full of me" he says, his pace fastening again but it grows sloppier as his hand moves from your belly to one of your tits, squeezing it and toying with your nipple "you look so pretty like this, angel, so ready for me to use your body over and over again"

it's amazing the way jason manages to shut your brain off, making your words catch on your throat and turning you into a whimpering mess. rocking your hips to meet his movements until your orgasm hits you, pussy squeezing him like a vice, almost making it impossible for jason to keep thrusting inside of you.

the pleasure of your body washes over him, bringing his own climax to his as he releases into your throbbing pussy as he slows down, letting out a low stream of curses before he comes to a halt still holding your legs against his chest.

"i don't think we'll be watching that movie now, ma..."

433 notes · View notes

q1ngqve · 3 months

Note

hi!! same anon here you dont have to take this as a request bc i just wanted to get this out of my chest yandere or at least obssesive averatio where both overstim the hell out of reader (lowkey mindbreak if you're comfy about that??) after reader rejects their advances NOT OUT OF HATE or anything but bc their insecurities got the best of them and either thought the two were just messing w them or they have abandonment issues (i do not have the second one whatever do you mean i am not projecting do not percieve me) no offense to these two but they look like the ppl to mess w your heart n leave you to rot

mb some predator/prey (they both hunt you down after you avoid them both and as ratio wisely said "what do you do with a cornered prey? hunt it to death" AUGHAHSGA) aphrodisiacs, drugging, etc. anyways after that you best bet you'll be too dumb to ever think of something as stupid as that, and sure, yes ratio hates idiots but well..... you will be the only exception given how cute you look all fucked out and broken on their bed with their cocks deep inside you <3

SKLDJALSDJAL HELP i feel awfully embarrassed w writing this lmao scuse me while i bleach my head.

i am very sorry this took so long </3 i wrote this as a fic at first but i lost motivation so now it’s just in the form of brain rot :(

oh no :( poor reader with insecurities from your past relationships thinking every man out there is a liar, especially the two that gave their hearts to you :( running away from them is a smart move because we don’t trust men in this household!

but you forget how annoying they can be when it comes to getting what they want, and they want you (´▽｀) so don’t be surprised when you find yourself feeling scared out of your mind walking home alone and feeling like you’re being watched! or when you find certain luxury items randomly appearing in your room! or the slightest hint of their cologne when you wake up every morning! because you asked for this by running away 😵‍💫

this was supposed to be holiday for you — coming to penacony, but the headache and blurry room before you has you panicking! you best know that no one is coming to save you when you’re running through the reverie hotel like a lost bunny when you receive a letter saying they’ll have you tonight! and if you think you had any chance of escape, you’re so wrong 😖

oh, and don’t let them know that you’re afraid, it only spurs them on! hunting you down through the corridors of the hotel is so adrenaline inducing for them <3 running shouldn’t be so hard though, so why do you feel as if your legs are going to give out any second? oh right, the drink! they probably drugged it, seems like something they would do

an exasperated gasp leaves you when you finally let your body fall, eyes closing, preparing for impact. and the next thing you know you wake up, hands tied above you to the headboard, your body completely bare. you’d struggle with all your might, soft whines sounding at the back of your throat when you spot the two of them hiding in the shadows, staring down at you with those bright, lust-filled eyes

oh, you’re so dead

your body feels like it’s on fire, desperately needing release, needing someone to touch you, anyone. your voice betrays you as whimpers leave you when they stalk towards you, their burning gaze not helping with the burning sensation.

you really did think you could escape! so why’re you here, tied and unable to move? tears fall as you lock eyes with veritas ratio, your fight or flight kicking in when he reaches out to caress your cheek, wiping the tears away. laughter sounds from aventurine on the other side of the bed, you’re just so naive! all he wants to do is to love and break you until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him 😵‍💫 so don’t blame him when he kisses you, he just can’t help it anymore, not when you’re already shaking when all they did was drug your drink and reveal themselves to you after months of stalking :(

the aphrodisiac is making you incredibly sensitive to their touch, which is perfect for them because that would mean hearing your sweet cries of pleasure! you best prepare yourself though, because they’re not stopping until you’re about to pass out 🧎🏻‍♀️ they haven’t had you for months, nobody is going to stop them from worshipping you, not even yourself.

you’ll be so overstimulated by the end of the night that even just innocent touches can have you whining and trembling like a leaf (^^)

“you really think you can run from us?” — veritas ratio

“who you knew you were so filthy, hmm? you wanted us to hunt you down, didn’t you? dirty, dirty girl.” — veritas ratio

“missed you so much, pretty girl.” — aventurine

“stop? now why would we do that? you’re clearly enjoying this. look at you, making such a mess on my cock.” — aventurine

474 notes · View notes

arkiliastuff · 2 months

Text

Blue Lagoon Pool

One shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem! Reader

Warnings/ Tags : Fluff, Friends to Lovers type of thing, Smut, Wet Jolly and wet Reader (lmao not just because of the pool), female masturbation receiving, p in v (birth control but still wrap it up) - MDNI please

A/N : After months being stuck on this one shot I have finally finished it !! This is a little something to wait for the others fics updates that are coming. I like how the smut went 👌 even if it's still something I struggle with, but improving on it. Yeah recently, I'm giving to the Jolly girlies more content about the Swedish guitarist 👀 Hope you'll enjoy ! :D

~ The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw

━─┉┈┈◈♡◈┈┈┉─━━─┉┈┈◈♡◈┈┈┉─━━─┈┉

It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat had been unbearable during the whole day and you were melting in your apartment, hardly surviving thanks to your fan and by drinking some water. You haven't planned anything. You had no more brain cells. You were so tired you wouldn’t be surprised to turn into a vegetable. Yet, when your phone started to buzz several times, you felt a bit more alive. You saw a lot of messages coming from the group chat “Bud Omens” where your friends were chatting often. It seemed they were planning a pool party tonight, at Matt, Noah and Jolly’s place. As they were asking who will be available tonight, you quickly responded, taking this opportunity to go out and socialize with your closest friends,escaping this heatwave.

You : Count me in, boys ! Jolly : That’s my girl. See you there, tonight ;)

You blushed at Jolly’s response, not expecting him to reply first and to be so frank and flirty in front of everyone in the group chat. Even though the others weren’t paying too much attention to it, moving on swiftly to who was coming with who, who was bringing snacks and drinks etc… However you knew way too well that the crush you had on Jolly wasn’t a secret to anyone. And his flirty teasing was just proving to you how the feelings were mutual. All the signals were telling you to take this opportunity and confess your feelings to him, but you were scared that might change your friendship. Well would it ? You were purposely taking your time with him, enjoying his company and teasing each other most of the time when you hang out. So, there was nothing you should be afraid to break off at this point. It wouldn’t change much. Maybe it could bring the two of you closer ? You’ll just have to figure it out tonight.

And again, if there was a pool party, this time it could mean only one thing : getting to wear your sexiest bikini. You smirked at yourself, having ideas on your outfit. Yeah, this time you were going to make him lose his mind for sure.

The evening came pretty fast, the heat cooling down so you could finally breathe normally again and not suffocate. You were finishing to get ready, just taking a bag with a towel and new clothes to change. You barely finished applying your waterproofed makeup, just in case, just to feel more confident and hot, before you heard your doorbell ringing. You opened the door and found Nicholas, waiting on your door frame. His car was parked temporarily on the sidewalk, with Folio inside. Earlier in the afternoon, you talked with Nick when he asked on the groupchat who needed a ride as he was picking up the drummer along the way anyway. You replied quickly, feeling reassured to have a driver like him for the night. You greeted the bassist with a smile, and he smiled back.

“Hey, Y/N” He waved at you, “Wow, look at you ! Looking so good. Someone’s gonna steal some hearts tonight” He teased.

You chuckled, satisfied already by your outfit, hairstyle and makeup.

“Thank you, Nick” You giggled, “But I’m only interested in one person’s heart tonight.”

He laughed quietly, again.

“Yeah, I wonder who it could be ? Maybe our Swedish guitarist ?”

“You know too much already” You replied with an amused tone, pushing him carefully with your elbow.

Then you both walked to his car where Folio was still waiting. When he looked up in your direction, you waved at him. He gave you a little thumbs up as he saw how pretty you looked with your hair braided and your nice red summer dress.You thanked him as well, wondering how Jolly would react. The ride didn’t last too long as you three had a little chat in the car. Your little group arrived at the place, music already coming out from the house. Nick parked in the court, in front of the garage before getting out. Bryan and Jesse were the first ones to greet you all.

“Hey Y/N ! It’s so good to see you again, kiddo ! It’s been a while !” Jesse said to you, playfully, after giving you a small hug.

“It’s been ages, indeed, old man. How have you been ? I hope you weren’t too tired during the tours.” You teased back.

Those nicknames were the roots of your friendship with the lead-guitarist of Erra. There were no bad intentions behind it. Jesse grinned, appreciating your sense of humor as always. You chatted a bit more with him before greeting Bryan.

“Come on, guys ! Get in the pool already before Noah and Jolly start peeing in it !” Matt yelled sarcastically at you five while you were patting Bryan’s back in a hug.

You dropped your stuff inside the house, getting off your dress in the bathroom.With your towel in one hand, you headed to the pool, at the back of the house. You saw the rest of the boys in the water, having fun together. You waved with your free hand at them. After putting your towel on an available deckchair, you searched for Jolly. You noticed him, sitting on the side of the pool, laughing at a joke Folio made. You felt your heart melt at the sight. The way his lips were curled up in a smile, his beard followed the curve and the way his long wet dark hair were cascading on his shoulders. Absolutely stunning.

He must have felt you were staring intensely at him because his look rose up to your direction. You saw how his expression slightly changed as he realized you were wearing your burgundy bikini. You gave him a small smile, while tucking a strand behind your ear, before sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Hi, yourself.” Jolly replied, still a grin on his face.

He moved close to you, bouncing affectionately his shoulder against yours.

“Who gave you the right to be this beautiful, tonight ?” He whispered to your ear.

You smirked at him, teasing him by getting your face dangerously close to his.

“Well, you should ask my parents. They’re the ones who gave birth to me.” You jested.

Jolly chuckled softly to your joke, his gaze leaving briefly your face, as his cheeks were getting flushed. You took this opportunity to play with him by pushing him into the pool. You caught him off guard, as he slipped into the water directly. You were expecting some resistance from him, not to slip so easily like that. It seems he was really on the edge of the pool. You let out a surprised laugh, as the other boys stared at you, puffing in shock.

Yet, when Jolly came to the surface, you immediately stop laughing and breathing. His hair, soaking wet, was falling on his chest with a few strands hiding his tattoos. He looked like a northern god, coming out of the water. You were completely captivated by the sight, your gaze attracted to his inked upper body. You bite your lower lip to restrain a gasp that was about to slip out.

While you were lost in your obvious contemplation, you didn’t notice how close Jolly was getting to you

“So, enjoying the view ?” He said with a proud grin mixed with a mischievous look.

“J-just looking at the tattoos, you know.” You terribly lied, looking away to hide your reddening face.

That didn’t convince him at all. In fact it did the opposite. He kept grinning at you, sliding his hands to your thighs, going surely to your hips. His sudden touch made you startle, not ready for what was coming. He finally managed to grab you by the waist, making you squeak in surprise as he put you in the water with him. You froze in place realizing how cold the water was compared to the temperature outside.

“So, how does it feel, now ?” He smirked.

You glanced at him, peaking his teasing in his tone. Shortly after, you were used to the cold water now, you felt your playful mood coming back. You weren’t done.

“Well, obviously wet.” You replied, getting close to him.

You belted him with your arms around his waist and tried to lift him and throw him in the water. But he was way heavier and taller than you, so your attempt was a bit pathetic. You barely lift him up. You whined in desperation while him, on the other hand, kept grinning at you.

“What’s wrong ? Struggling to lift me up ?” He teased.

“Ugh !” You grunted, still not succeeding “Guys ?! I need back up !” You yelled at the boys who were the nearest to you.

Of course, Bryan and Jesse came to the rescue, followed by Folio and Noah, while the others were peacefully watching the show. The four of them managed to get Jolly under the water. You laughed with them all, also making sure they were not drowning him completely. He appeared a few meters far from the sudden group, making bubbles as he was getting a bit irritated.

“Ganging y’all up against me ? That isn’t quite fair” He pouted.

“Sorry, Jolly” You apologized, feeling guilty, as you swam close to him “Didn’t think four of them will show up like this”

The Swedish pulled you close to him, his grin back again, making you flushed.

“I admit your attempt to drown me was cute. But I will forgive you and those assholes if we beat them in a chicken fight.”

As he spoke those words, Folio looked at Jolly, sparkles in his dark eyes, getting more excited.

“Oh ??! Are we doing it for real ?!”

“Chicken fight !!!!” Bryan yelled proudly, followed by Noah.

“Alright, I’m so hyped. Let’s decide the teams !” Jesse started getting serious, “Bryan and Folio together, Noah with me. And finally, the two love birds in the corner, Jolly and Y/N, you’re teaming up. Is that fine with everyone ?”

“Gosh, this isn’t fair at all ! Noah and you are getting a huge advantage by your height, old man” You pointed to Jesse, pretending to not be affected by his remark about you and Jolly.

Jesse just shrugged at you, giving you a mischievous smile.

“You’ll thank me later, kiddo.” He teased before deciding with Noah who was going on whose shoulders.

Flustered, you mumbled into the water, making bubbles before Jolly swam next to you.

“So stuck with me again ?” He spoke warmly.

“I guess so. But I don’t mind” You replied “Did you plan all of this, though ?”

“Not at all” He shrugged “ I just offered to play the game. To have some fun, y’know ?”

“Right… “ You rolled your eyes, not really convinced. “Come on, we have to win this so I can repay the debt I owe you.” You mentioned.

Jolly smiled and nodded at you as an approval. After you quickly talked about your strategy, he kneeled a little in the water so you could climb easily on his back, before getting on his shoulders. Once you were settled, he straightened up. You hold his head, making sure you wouldn’t fall. Jolly held your tights firmly to stabilize you more. His grip was getting a bit harder on them which made your legs twitch. He probably felt it but he pretended to not notice anything.

And so, the chicken fight began. You saw team Folio-Bryan attacking Noah-Jesse. Both you and Jolly went to them and you took this opportunity to push with all of your strength Noah. The latter one, being pushed by Folio and you, eventually fell from Jesse’s shoulders. First opponent down. Then, you struggled by pushing Folio on your own. You tried tickling him, everything you could to win. Yet, it didn’t really work. Besides, he was way stronger than you so your chances to win against him were very thin. Few seconds against him and he considerably pushed you off Jolly’s shoulders, making you dive into the water.

“Yeah ! We won, Bryan !” Folio said proudly “That was a tough fight, Y/N ! “

“ ‘Did my best there.” You said, as you resurfaced, trying to keep it cool.

While Jesse and Noah were coming back for a second round, having their revenge on Bryan and Folio, Jolly went to your side, going for a handshake.

“Well done, Y/N ! At least you managed to push Noah off. And I think I got my revenge from earlier when Folio pushed you in the water. No hard feelings.” He grinned.

“That didn’t sound like a compliment at the end, but thanks, I guess.” You jested back, handshaking him as well.

“Do you want to go inside and drink something ? He offered “ I think I’m done playing with them for now.”

“Yeah, same. I cannot say no to a break.”

You two got off the pool and went inside the house, drying yourself with your towel you picked along the way. Jolly was already at the bar counter picking up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“I assumed you wanted wine but you can tell if you want something else. We have plenty of drinks here.”

“Don’t bother. Red wine is fine for me.” You replied, joining him.

“Wise decision. Besides, the color matches your swimsuit. Cheers.”

You cheered back at him, both of your glasses clinking on one and another.

“So, you’ve noticed.” You smirked while taking a sip of wine.

“How I couldn’t ?”

“Maybe if you were blind, you couldn’t see it.” You joked, looking straight into his dark brown eyes.

You leaned on the counter, resting your elbows on it and drinking your wine. His glance never leaving yours, briefly looking down to notice a beauty spot on your cleavage, before looking up. He was completely drawn to you. Seems like your strategy was working better than expected.

“Mister Karlsson, what were you looking at, just now ?”

He took a second sip of his glass, still looking at your face.

“Only your beautiful eyes. I was getting lost in them.” He replied

“Hmm, right. Nice catch up here” You hummed “And did they take you somewhere nice ?”

He leaned on you, so close to your face, his body towering over yours, as he gently rested his arm on your shoulders.

“A very nice place, with just you and me. Maybe just upstairs”

“So you finally decided to show me a good time ?” You went closer to him, stroking his torso with your fingertips.

“Well, you wanna find out ?”

You giggled nervously at his flirty words. Then, you softly brushed your fingers against his cheeks, before gently caressing his beard.

“Oh, Joakim, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say this.” You breathe, slowly closing the distance between your faces.

He smiled when you spoke his name, placing his huge hands around your face, cupping it.

You felt his lips against yours, planting the sweetest kiss you ever had. You sensed every part of your body relaxing, especially the knot you had in your stomach for months delaying your feelings Jolly. Butterflies were flying, flowers were finally blooming in your mind as this gesture was the answer you both have been waiting for.

While you were in your bubble with him, kissing each other so tenderly, you barely felt Jolly’s hands sliding slowly from your face, neck, waist… Until he stopped to your hips. His warm hands were resting on your exposed skin, his grasp grabbing more firmly the flesh of your thighs after each stroke he gave you.

Feeling his touch, you couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. He grinned, already satisfied with your reaction before trailing kisses in the crook of your neck.

You gasped for some air, tilting your head on your left to leave him more access. It didn’t take him too long to find your sensitive spot, below your ear. You felt chills, tickling you. Your knees were already weak under his kisses and touch.

“Jolly..” You retained a moan, holding his forearms to stand still “I don’t think I’ll last long standing up like this…”

“You’re right. Sorry, darling. I got a bit carried away.” He murmured, kissing your forehead so kindly “We don’t want to give them a show now, don’t we ?”

You blushed in embarrassment as you could imagine the others probably staring at you two, from outside. But Jolly didn’t pay any attention to them, too much focus on you and your flushed face. He kissed you again on your lips, reassuring you, before he pulled away.

“Only I can hear you moan like you’re dying to do” He whispered, a sassy tone in his voice.

He didn’t let you reply to that remark as he grabbed your hand in his. You just followed him, climbing the stairs as well while biting your lower lip in nervousness.

Once both of you reached his bedroom door, he suddenly pinned you against it. He took your lips in his, kissing you more ravenously. You didn’t hesitate either, grabbing his neck, brushing his hair with your fingers. His mouth went to the crook of your neck again, peppering it with feverish kisses that made you sigh.

You felt his hands slide along your curves, before halting to your butt. Lifting you up wasn’t something too difficult for Jolly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while your legs wrapped around his waist. He kicked his door to open it, entering with you still his embrace, before repeating the same gesture to close the door behind him.

“You’re driving me insane” He whispered between kisses.

“Jolly, I want you so badly.”

He made you lay down on his bed, his lips never leaving yours too long. His kisses were wet but hot at the same time. His long damped dark hair which was tickling your body, made you groan. He caressed your neck, also admiring the curvature of your breast. He leaned to kiss the whole length.

“So beautiful and just for me.”

He kissed so tenderly the mole that caught his eyes earlier

“Right there. Gorgeous, even.”

He barely did anything and yet his low voice filled desire, his warmed touch were driving you crazy. You were at his mercy. And you liked it that way.

“Jolly.. Don’t stop there.” You begged.

He obliged, smiling against your skin which made you shiver as you felt his beard brushing it. He went down as you implored him, leaving trails of his kisses. When he ghosted the spot where you needed him the most, kissing your thighs, you let out a whine. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Jolly–!”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I will take care of you here soon. I just love being between your thighs” He confessed.

He finally took off your bikini panties before drawing circles around your fold. You just had the time to see his tattooed fingers going to play your clit and when you felt them, you arched your back from the mattress. But this is when you felt his tongue lapping on your clit you started to see stars. The sensation he gave you sent an electric wave in your whole body, making your thighs clenched around his head but not too much. Even though you had the feeling we wouldn’t mind being choked to death like this.

It didn’t take you too long to reach your first orgasm, as you came against his face. But that wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You switched the position, laying him down on the bed, getting rid of every piece of clothes you had left on you and him.

“Your turn.“ You cooed, slowly sitting on him.

“Is it okay like this ?”

“Don’t worry I’m on birth control.” You shushed him with a finger on his lips “Tonight, I wanna feel you, Joakim.”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

You rode him, his length inside of you. Your hips were moving on their own, as you drew circles on his pelvis, which made him more groan. The fire between you and him was sending your skins ablaze. You felt your mind go numb as you kept a slow pace at first then started to accelerate. You bend down to kiss him, licking his lips along the way, to feel his taste. Your hands were traveling on his torso to give you more support.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Jolly whispered, breathless.

He must have felt you were detaching from the connection of your bodies because he grabbed your ass with his large inked hands to make you stay still on him. You indeed felt him deeper, the pace had been hastened now. You lost track of time as your only thought was him, underneath you. You reached your orgasm with Jolly, him spilling inside.

You felt every inch of him in your bones. You both stayed in each other's arms, panting heavily, as you were coming back to your senses.

“You weren’t kidding about showing me a good time” You articulated, laughing.

“With you, I’m always serious” He chuckled back, kissing your temple “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

#bad omens #badomens #jolly karlsson #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens cult #jolly karlsson fic #joakim jolly karlsson #joakim karlsson #joakim karlsson x female reader #joakim karlsson fic #joakim jolly karlsson fanfic #joakim jolly karlsson smut #bad omens band #jolly karlsson x reader #jolly karlsson smut

56 notes · View notes

moondust-imagines · 10 months

Text

Friend with Benefits (Edge (Adam) x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap

Word count: 1.8K (lmao)

At first, your arrangement with Adam had been perfect. It gave you both the release you needed, without the commitment of a relationship. There were no hard feelings if you didn’t talk for a few weeks, he could just fall back into your bed, no questions asked. That’s not to say you never imagined what life would be like with him being a permanent feature but you knew it was all just a fantasy. Maybe you should call off this whole thing and look for someone to settle down with. Just not tonight.

You had just checked into the hotel for the night when your phone buzzed with a message from him

Adam: Congrats on the title match, you at hotel?

Adam was not a man who enjoyed texting, his messages were always short. Of course, news of your title shot had spread quickly, it wasn’t even officially announced yet. But Adam had a way of knowing everything that was going on.

You: Thank you! I’m in room 216, see you in 10?

Adam knew this relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship with you was dangerous. He did genuinely enjoy your company, it didn’t hurt that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe he just couldn’t break habits from his younger days but god, he was so happy in your bed. He always made an effort to not be the one to invite you over, he liked to leave that to you. It made him feel less like a gross old man preying on younger talent. You assured him over and over that you knew that wasn’t the case, it didn’t make him feel any better.

The walk to your room was short but he still had to be careful. God forbid he runs into someone else from work and has to explain his way out of it. Luckily, he arrived at your door without any issues and knocked gently. When you pulled the door open, he could hardly believe his luck. There you stood, in just his old shirt you had borrowed a few weeks ago, hair still damp from the shower. You quickly pulled him in before someone noticed what was going on.

“That looks good on you, sweetheart” He grinned at you once the door was shut again. A light blush graced your cheeks as you looked down at your clothes.

“Thanks, I think it looked better on you though” You replied, sitting yourself gently on the edge of the bed.

He didn’t need too much invitation, seeing you in his clothes had awoken some possessive part of his soul. His shirt was discarded onto the floor and he pushed you back onto the bed, his lips capturing yours passionately. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and his own busied themselves getting your panties out of the way. He ended up ripping them rather than struggling them down your legs.

“Adam!” You protested

“They weren’t your colour anyway”

Before you could respond, he worked two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp. His thumb instantly found your clit as he curled his fingers to find your spot. He had you whimpering already and you pulled his mouth to yours again. He knew when you started to get close and stopped. He prided himself on being able to get you right to the edge of the cliff but pull you back. You made quick work of pulling off his jeans and straddling his hips. You weren’t usually a fan of being on top but it gave you at least a little control over him. He let out a low groan as you lowered yourself onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty sitting on my dick”

Adam had always been a good talker, be it in the ring or the bedroom. He knew you loved it when he would shower you with compliments during sex. So he kept going as you started bouncing on him, his thumb once again circling your clit. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your movements getting sloppier. He knew it too.

“That’s my girl, come for me, baby”

That almost short-circuited your brain. Not once, in the entire time you had known him, had to ever referred to you as his. Regardless, you fell apart on him a few moments later. Your body was convulsing as you collapsed onto his chest. He wasted no time in switching positions so he could plough into your pliant form. He was muttering even more praise into your ear, you were too far gone to pay attention. He finished not too long after and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

As you came down from your high, his words kept swirling in your mind. His girl. Sure, you had thought about it. Maybe you had wished for him to say something like that. But now you were terrified, what if they were just said in the heat of the moment? That felt somehow worse. You decided to quickly jump up and run to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up.

The second the bathroom door shut, Adam slapped his hands onto his face. Why the fuck did he say that?! He knew the rules of this..thing and that definitely broke them. You were going to run for the hills and he was never going to see you again. He had to get out of here, no wonder you had ran to the bathroom so quickly, you were probably wishing he was gone already. He quickly pulled his clothes back on before knocking on the door.

“I gotta bail sweetheart, I’ve got a dinner with Vince. See you around”

Once you heard the click of the hotel door shutting, you emerged from the bathroom. Sure, he didn’t usually hand around to talk much after. Hell, what would you even say to him after that? You threw yourself onto the bed and grabbed a pillow to scream into. Maybe he knew about your growing feelings for him and he was just teasing you. Yeah, that had to be it. How embarrassing is that!

After that encounter, you decided to steer clear of Adam for a while. It wasn’t too difficult, you had both agreed a while ago that hanging out too much at work would raise too much suspicion. So you just stopped texting him. It felt strange to have him missing from your life, no congratulatory message after a win, no stupid jokes about the show after it was off the air. You threw yourself into training for your big match and tried not to think about how badly you missed him.

Adam was convinced you hated him. You hadn’t even looked in his direction for weeks, he knew he screwed up but god, not having you around hurt a lot more than he thought it would. He saw you training harder than ever, he usually wouldn't bat an eyelid at that, but he found himself worrying about you. Were you eating enough? Did you need someone to go over the match with? That was the one eating at him, he had always loved how keen you were to listen to his suggestions or give your own. You had spent hours together pitching each other matches. It was while he was bouncing ideas around with Rhea that it hit him, the realisation that he’d much rather be doing this with you.

Adam: Hey, been a while. Wanna get some room service or something?

You had been staring at that text for what felt like an age. Sure, you could use a booty call to let off some steam. But he never invited you over. An uneasy feeling settled into your stomach as you sent a quick reply. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t want to look like hell if he was inviting you over to tell you he was done with you. You dragged your feet a little as you made your way over to his room and took a deep breath before knocking on his hotel room door. He opened it almost instantly as if he had been waiting just behind it.

“Hey,” He said as he laid eyes on you. He felt like the air had been punched out of him. The first thing he noticed was how tired you looked like you had been battling a war for days. But all he could think about was how beautiful you were.

“You going to let me in?” You chuckled falsely. He nodded and stepped aside. His hotel rooms were always much more lavish than yours, you would be lucky to get a bed more than five feet away from the couch. You perched yourself on the armchair, leaving the couch to Adam.

“So, how have you been?” He asked after a few moments of awkward silence. His hands were clammy and he wasn’t quite sure where to look. You could feel the nervous energy radiating from him.

“What do you want, Adam?” You demanded. You didn’t want to be short with him but you couldn't bare a long drawn-out letdown. You’d rather rip the band-aid off.

“What? Sweetheart, I don’t want anything I’m just worr-”

“Look, if you're done with me just say it” You spat, tears already welling in your eyes. This shouldn't hurt as much as it is. You shouldn’t care as much as you do.

“Done with you? I thought you were done with me, you haven’t texted me in weeks!” He exclaimed. This is not how he wanted this to go, seeing the tears in your eyes made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. You stared at the ceiling, willing your tears to go away. Then he was on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much. Things just aren’t as fun when I don’t get to share them with you. I know this is supposed to be a casual thing and I won’t blame you if you want to walk away. But you need to know that I’ve got these feelings for you”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you stared at him. You searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, that this was all one cruel joke. All you found was love and hopefulness. Your tears were flowing for a different reason now.

“You really mean it?” You asked shakily

“Of course I do” He replied softly

You pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately. You practically fell to the floor with him as he put you into his lap. His hand cradled your face gently as you deepened the kiss. You could taste the salt of your tears between your lips as he finally broke away for air. His thumb moved to wipe away the moisture from your eye.

“No more tears over me, OK baby?”

#wwe imagine #wwe edge x reader #wwe edge imagine #edge x reader #edge imagine #smut #Adam copeland x reader #Adam copeland imagine

148 notes · View notes

solar-nightengale · 15 days

Text

Hi, I’m new in this tag kinda and new to meta-writing overall, but not only is the August brain rot really strong but one particular part of his entire character has been on my mind for a whole weekend. Please take this as mostly an offering of very spilled thoughts cause I couldn't keep them to myself anymore, LMAO. Particularly the thing that's on my brain is his guilt

I would also like to make note of and thank @ lizardthelizard And her glorious set of tags here for setting off my spiral tonight and also when she first sent them because my goodness this is truly an eye-opener. Thank you, buddy 💖

Gosh though, August’s guilt and self-criticism of himself and his actions is something that really fascinates me personally, and just thinking of it being the cause of what turns him back to wood is both mind-blowing but it just makes so much sense. He may be real because of magic but who’s to say it’s just the magical conditions that are holding him back and not the high as heck expectations that he feels were set for him and he set up for himself.

When it feels like you can't mess up sometimes it can feel like you're stuck in place Or that your screw ups means you can't change, that you're not good, that maybe you don't deserve to be considered good and that your various flaws are all that others would see you FOR!!

Maybe it's different to anxiety but idk it’s what caught my attention about him even more than what his character already offered up in s1!

He was given this like

Idea that he needs to be "Brave" and "Truthful" and "Selfless" all the time or else he cannot be human

Does it work like that? no, there's no human on EARTH that's all three of those things all the time, we've all had moments of weakness and gave in

But what does he know? Most of his life he spent on his own and as a puppet, he was expected to understand the ways of being a human and GOODNESS knows how short a time he was with his dad before he was THRUST into a world and forced once again to stand on his own two feet and expected to just, you know, know how to act once again

He's followed by expectations that he finds himself struggling to meet because he doesn't know what the limit is or how to meet them, and sometimes if not all of the times the temptations are just better and easier

And it's expected!!!

He stepped into TLWM as a child with no idea of what he’s getting into with no prior knowledge, no adult, no nothing.

But omg, he drags himself down so much about it because he can’t meet those expectations the way he would want to and because of that because literally who did he have to tell him that it's all okay? That you can make mistakes and move on from them? That you can make up for your mistakes and forgive yourself for them?

Did he have anyone at all? Cause The show sure didn't show him having anyone

We see one woman in Thailand but even after he discovers he's turning into wood she's no longer around, so like she's probably about as fleeting of a relationship as anything else

Imagine going 28 years at first ignoring all your problems and then the horror and thoughts that you’re not good enough catch up to you one morning and the more you see yourself a failure, the more you sink into that spiral the harder it feels to breathe.

#ouat #august booth #august meta #SORRY LIBBY I DIDN'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU WITH A TAG SO IT'S EMPTY LIKE THAT FOR NOW #BUT KNOW I'M SCREAMING MY APPRECIATION AT YOUUUU RN!! <33333 #Anyway terribly sorry for all this guys JBFKTHLRJCTRLK I've fallen deep into this hole #and I don't plan on getting out anytime soon #August is a fascinating character to me #and I'm in a constant state of rotating him in my head always and forever #He's so messy he's so pathetic but he also tries no matter how great or little #He wants to be human but god it's hard to be that when you don't even know what it means to be one #I don't anything like this ever so ahahhaaha I hope this stuff makes sense!!#See you around #Maybe LOL #sol talks

19 notes · View notes

arkiwii · 11 months

Text

Some unfinished art, that I really wanted to finish and I still like the sketches, but loss of energy

Rambling/venting a bit so feel free to ignore it, but lately I've been struggling a ton to sleep, resulting in sleeping about 2 hours per night (It's 4 am the moment I'm posting it I gave up for tonight lmao) I'm trying to figure out what is happening, contacting doctors and taking medecine, no worries it will be alright I'm sure! But just to excuse my slight inactivity, lost a lot of motivation to draw and I can't focus enough on big pieces :^)

Will continue to doodle shitposts tho, it barely takes time, seems you guys appreciate them

(ggrghnffggff I really want to draw the Pinus Sylvestris girls and Reed but my brain decided otherwise, let me draw my BELOVEDS)

#arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #art #fanart #reed #flametail #ashlock #wild mane #fartooth

106 notes · View notes

monstersinthecosmos · 3 months

Note

please make longform sheith posts on tumblr 😭😭😭 (if you so wish ofc)

hjaklgd I hung onto this ask because I was waiting for the right time to talk about Sheith and I got such an insightful comment on my fic Tonight the Stars Revolt! that I decided I wanted to talk a little meta about the thought process that goes into this fic and so here you are and it's time to utilize this invitation !!!!!!!!!!!!

The comment from DocYo5 as follows:

It feels like reality, the feelings and thoughts Keith has, fitting for someone who had to grow up without close relationships, with Shiro being closest to a family member before he left for Kerberos. Understandable that he's able to open up to him, because he trusts him and somehow understandable that they can have sex together without hard feelings... At least from Keith's point of view. We can only guess how Shiro feels about this, probably more than he lets out. For me it's surprising to have sex with someone repeatedly without considering to love him, to announce it as weird to like him when I think it's much more weird to fuck someone often without love, only to get release. In this fic I think it's possible that it stays that way. So I am curious what you will make of it. The way you put it it would make sense.

So!!!! This is exactly the dynamic that this fic is ABOUT, okay? And while some of this pertains to my fic specifically and the places their relationship goes behind the scenes of canon, I did build it off of canon, so a lot of this speaks to the way I’m reading them on the show.

Since the fic is Keith’s POV we’re spending more time with his interiority, naturally, but I’m going to get to Shiro in a second lol. But I think Keith is someone who really compartmentalizes his feelings. I think he, more than the others on the show, sort of has an ON and OFF switch in which he’s either a grumpy little shit or he’s simply dealing in facts. It’s SO rare to see him smile; I think he laughs, like, once? Even in the shitshow of S8 he can’t enjoy himself on their day off at the carnival.

Compartmentalizing can be a useful tool, especially given that the characters are at war, but it can be so harmful, as well. And Keith, unlike the others, tends to have sort of violent outburst from time to time and does lose his temper. I know the creators one time ascribed this to his being half Galra, which I think really opens a fucking can of worms when we talk about Keith’s emotional intelligence as well as being neurodivergent; it’s a popular fanon read that Keith is autistic, and there’s a lot of clues!, but I also have to ask like, how much of his Galra half is driving in his brain? And if his brain is only half human, that literally means he’s neurodivergent from a typical human.

I strayed from my point a little but I’m trying to say that Keith perhaps relies on anger a little too much, whether it’s genetic or not, and sometimes I think compartmentalizing looks like him being angry all the time because he won’t interact with any of his other feelings.

THE EXCEPTION TO THIS of course, is with Shiro! There are so many moments of him and Shiro where he’s vulnerable and soft in a way he doesn’t show to other characters! And I think it’s easy to overlook this when we watch with shipping goggles—of course we ARE SEEING IT because we’re shipping it lmao but it’s easy to forget that he doesn’t show this to anybody else.

So anyway I’ve been very intentional in this fic to try to write Keith as obsessively compartmentalizing and trying to keep a hold on all of his emotions and have control over the way other people perceive him. I’ve ranted & raved about this before but I read Keith as a person who makes himself deliberately unpleasant so that he can control when people come & go from his life, rather than ever trusting anyone or relying on them or having his feelings hurt when he inevitably gets abandoned again.

I often struggle in this fic with the line between showing and not telling because I am very aware that a lot of the text IS telling, but this is intentional! Keith obsesses over every feeling, every interaction with Shiro, he questions everything he says and does and worries about it for days! This is part of his anxiety around the whole situation and not knowing if he’s behaving correctly! He doesn’t want to compromise his relationship with Shiro, because it’s the ONLY meaningful relationship in his life AND Shiro is the ONLY person he has the stomach to trust, but on top of that he simply does not understand how he’s supposed to act. So every interaction between them is this huge puzzle for him to figure out and he’s stressed out as fuck!

And this fic is about him trying to compartmentalize all these human emotions and needs, like, his need to have sex, his need for companionship, maybe even his need for love? And he has the drive to want these things. (Does his growing and uncontrollable horniness have anything to do with same non-human half that dictates his temper? We shall see. 😏) But how does he navigate “I am horny and want to get off” vs “I need the companionship of my best friend” alongside “having sex with someone is actually very intimate” and in the end "sexual intimacy makes me uncomfortable because in some ways this thing with Shiro is everything that I want, but if I admit that and lose it I will be destroyed” ?? How can these things coalesce for him???

The idea for this fic was me trying to subvert some tropes I was seeing all the time in Sheith fic and the main one is like, we have a habit of making them such soulmates and making it so seamless! WHICH IS FINE AND GOOD, I LOVE THOSE FICS TOO LOL, but I wanted to ask like, what if it was messy, what if they were just fucking? And I think part of me wanted to keep the illusion going for longer, when I was first planning the fic, and it wound up like growing a life of its own and taking me to a lot of places I didn’t intend to go. And I say that because, where we are right now in the story, I don’t think either of them are denial about their feelings, or withholding on purpose. I think Keith is compartmentalizing, and I tried to get at this a little bit when he has the conversation with Pidge about what love means. He loves Shiro, he already loved Shiro. He will love Shiro regardless, as a friend. And he’s also fucking Shiro. And he’s keeping these two things separate. And I don’t write it as if he’s pining and WANTS more (just yet) as much as he’s just found himself in a tricky emotional space and doesn’t know where his boundaries are.

The complication of the perhaps-alien-half dictating his libido trying to co-pilot with his very human half that is demisexual is a problem, too. Like he asks Pidge in Chapter 8: . “If you love someone as a friend, but you’re fucking them. When does it become, like. I don’t know. Romantic?”

He doesn’t know! We don’t know! Let’s keep going and see what happens lol.

SHIRO ON THE OTHER HAND.

What makes him such a great character (for me lol) is that like, he could so easily be such a 2D character and just, the fearless leader who is always chill and nice to everybody, and we DO get that to an extent, but they were generous in making him so multifaceted. He has PTSD. He struggles with his disability. He even loses his temper sometimes! When he gets back (as Kuron) he has a lil depression cave sesh in his bedroom in his PJs. Like he’s a very well rounded character and it makes him extremely realistic and human to me!

I don’t think it’s as fair to say that he compartmentalizes the way that Keith does, except what we can glean from his canon timeline. Meaning: He fights for the Kerberos mission despite his disability, he makes it up there only to be abducted, he survives the arena, he escapes to lead Voltron. And ALSO him being canonically queer; I think this starts getting into headcanon territory because I don’t think we get any clues in canon that they’re navigating homophobia in their universe, but we absolutely still see ableism and sexism. (Put a pin in the racism conversation as well when it comes to like, alien species and systems of oppression because there’s a lot to unpack and I’m trying to focus LOL.) So like, we do know that their world isn’t perfect, and Shiro is someone who had to work his ass off and fight for his rank and for his career. He’s someone who can put his feelings aside and focus on the task at hand, and we know this because he’s NOT perfect, he does occasionally lose his temper, and he has PTSD!

Basically, I think we have to assume he compartmentalizes to function, because he comes out of a year of INTENSE trauma to immediately lead a team, and lead them with kindness and patience, and the writing tells us that it’s not a matter of him being Perfect Cartoon Man, because he’s not a perfect person and he’s traumatized as fuck.

Because the fic is Keith’s POV I’ve tried to communicate this by Keith noticing that Shiro wears “masks”, or uses different voices. Sometimes it’s even about his clothes, like as they become more intimate and Keith starts seeing more of Shiro’s scars, and how Shiro is self-conscious about them. But it’s also moments like in Chapter 7 when Shiro is crying.

I feel that Keith and Shiro have some like sort of equal-opposite relationships to trauma and grief that balance each other in the end. Like, Keith lost his dad at a young age and had a horrific childhood, but that’s been his reality for most of his life and he’s learned how to carry it day-to-day. Even though he’s a messier and more immature person, he’s used to shouldering it and it’s sort of baked into his personality at this point. But Shiro’s trauma is SO new. Shiro’s is a ton of shit ALL AT ONCE, vs. Keith’s 10+ years of grief and disappointment, and it’s so recent! Even though Shiro is, on paper, a more mature and emotionally intelligent person, this is very new to him!

So Shiro in this fic also has some feelings he’s juggling, like, “I am touch starved and have physical needs” and “my mentee grew up kinda hot” and “I have to be very careful with him and his feelings”. He sees Keith for the mess that he is, and he’s patient, and he can wait for Keith, and take Keith’s lead.

I don’t feel that Shiro is pining necessarily, either—I think he’s a lot more grounded and realistic, and their encounters aren’t causing him the same level of anxiety because he can read Keith so clearly, even when Keith can’t read him back. But I think, he is pining a LITTLE lol. I think because he’s smart enough to know where this is heading, and he’s being patient, but he’d speed it along if it were up to him. They’re both so sensitive in different ways and I think they’re both so vulnerable to hurting each other’s feelings!!!! And Shiro is trying so so hard not to crush Keith like a little egg!!!!!!!!!!!

😊

Anyway !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for coming to my lecture! I don’t say this often about my fics because it makes me squeamish but I LOVE this fic, it really is where I put all my Sheith love, and all the thoughtwork I do about them is FOR THIS FIC lol it’s my lovenote to them, I’m putting my whole Sheithussy into it ahskjgdlasd

#sheith #stuff i wrote #ttsr #SPACE MAN META

17 notes · View notes

legacyshenanigans · 10 months

Text

I hate saying this.

But I wanna just I guess apologise that I haven't been posting any like, long (for me lmao) kinda fics and shit lately, mentally I'm still not 100% and just don't have the brain power to write stuff proper, but I've been trying to push myself to do it, really wanna do this smut fic though so I will attempt to do that tomorow. Or maybe even start it later tonight once I get home, I'll see how I go.

You should all know by now, I'm not the LEAST bit fucking consistent in most things lmao, and my blog is a mess of thoughts and random oneshots and drabbles that I drop when I fancy writing them, I sometimes also feel alot of pressure to do certain things or finish certain things, but I'm just like, well, to put it blunty, fucking useless 🤣🤣

It is what it is

I'll make it up to y'all with NSFW audio's from the 7th of next month because I know, if I'm the fucking absolute boss at anything, its those 🤣💚

Edit: small drabbles and shit I'm fine with, but longer stuff I'm struggling to do atm haha.

71 notes · View notes

piplupod · 2 years

Text

#self harm addiction is so stupid #im not even hating myself more than usual rn and i am just like. losing my mind bc of the urges #what the fuck is wrong w me lmfao. brain is cracked i stg #maybe I'll relapse tonight lol just for fun /sarcasm #im getting angry at myself actually for struggling w the urges... which just makes the urges stronger LMAO #this is insane and I'd love to be able to reset myself or smth #self harm tw #vent cw

0 notes

captainnameless · 6 months

Note

hi again lol, its me who asked about little seb 🫠i've been like wracking my brain for scenarios and i've struggled a bit so its completely fine if you decide not to since this is the only thing i could think of 😭😭 - maybe canada 2011? its the longest race in f1 history, he was leading it basically start from finish and then went wide on the last lap and lost the race. i just think it might be interesting as it was like peak redbull seb and michael was on the grid too :)

helloooo, sorry for the late reply, i wanted to watch the race to get into the scene lmao and had to find time to watch it but i did, so now i have returned with thoughts that i hope you enjoy!!

Michael’s impressed really, with the way Sebastian’s held out through the podium and the press. He’s a little sour about his own P4, but cannot help to have his mind wander to Sebastian’s race and the win that slipped through his fingers.

He makes sure he wraps up things as Mercedes as quickly as possible, says bye to Nico and the team before heading over to the Red Bull hospitality waiting for Sebastian to come out.

The air is still thick with moisture, even if it’s not currently raining, an uncomfortable chill sneaks through his jacket.

When Sebastian comes through the doors, his head is bowed, jacket zipped all the way and his hood is up.

Michael whistles, a quick a sharp sound alerting Sebastian of his presence and Sebastian bee-lines over to him. He opens his arms for a quick hug and Sebastian basically melts into him, slightly shivering.

It’s a short hug, Michael’s aware of his surroundings and releases Sebastian quicker than he wants to.

“Let’s go, huh? I’ll run you a bath back at the hotel.”

Sebastian doesn’t really meet his eyes, shoulders shrugging just a little, mumbling something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Don’t need it tonight.” Sebastian says, a little louder then and Michael raises an eyebrow.

“Seb,” he says, but Sebastian still does not look up. “Look at me.”

Sebastian tips his face up ever so slightly, meeting Michael’s eyes. There’s clear exhaustion painted on his features, eyes wet with unshed tears and a little bit of defiance that he never seems to lose. It’s not even a question if he’s about to drop.

“Haven’t we talked about lying?”

Sebastian’s features twist into a frowned pout, a little huff leaving his lips.

“Well?” Michael asks, stern and unimpressed. They had had a discussion about it, much to Sebastian’s displeasure about not lying or undermining his own needs. “Sebastian.”

“Ye-es.” Sebastian answers, unable to keep the whine out of his voice.

“Don’t lie to me.” Michael says, voice gentler than before. “Do you need it?”

Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before he nods.

“Alright,” Michael says, placing his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and guiding him to the car.

- - -

No one bothers them while they take the elevator and Michael can tell Sebastian’s struggling to keep his composure with the way his hands keep coming up to frantically rub at his eyes and the way his breath hitches.

The first sob leaves Sebastian’s body as soon as Michael opens to door to the hotel room, quickly pulling Sebastian’s inside and letting him crash into his chest.

“You’re okay.” Michael soothes, wrapping both arms around the smaller German and gently rocking them from side to side while Sebastian clings to him. “Shh.”

He stands there for a while supporting most of Sebastian’s weight until his arms get tired, so he gently maneuvers them to the bed and sits down at the end, fitting Sebastian into his lap.

He’s still crying, but he’s not shaking anymore so Michael gently tips him back to press a kiss to his forehead that scrunches Sebastian’s brows together.

“What’s wrong, liebling?” Michael soothes, using the back of his fingers to wipe at Sebastian’s cheeks.

“‘m just stupid.” Sebastian answers, pout poking out.

Michael frowns. “Don’t say that, do you think I’m stupid?”

Sebastian looks appalled at the suggestion, and Michael has to bite back a chuckle.

“No!”

It’s a stark contrast from a couple weeks ago when he had to keep Sebastian on his meal prepped food and not allow him a cheat meal. Words had been said.

“Then why are you stupid?”

“Made a mistake.” Sebastian grumbles, taking another shaky breath, the tears seem to have stilled. For now.

“I have made way more mistakes than you.” Michael starts, brushing his hands through the messy blonde locks on Sebastian’s head. “They don’t make me stupid, and they certainly don’t make you stupid. Mistakes teach you things. How else will we learn?”

Sebastian grumbles something under his breath, pout still evident. He doesn’t fight Michael though, which counts as a win.

“You could just tell me I’m right.” Michael smiles, poking at Sebastian’s pout.

There’s another grumble before Sebastian turns to hide his face against Michael’s chest. Michael smiles and holds him close.

“Do you want a shower or a bath?” He asks after a minute, gently rubbing Sebastian’s back.

“No.” Is the muffled answer he gets and Michael sighs a bit.

“That wasn’t an option, Bub. Shower or bath?”

Sebastian whines in response.

Michael sighs, sitting him upright which earns him another whine, and gently cups his chin. “Seb.”

Sebastian just pouts.

“We’re gonna get clean, get comfy, then we can grab Hop, order room service and cuddle while we watch a movie. Okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes glisten. “What kind of room service?”

“Anything you want.” Michael answers, unable to keep the soft smile off his face as he watches Sebastian’s eyes light up.

“Hamburger?”

“If you’re gonna be a good boy, then yea.”

“Bath.” Sebastian says, already scrambling off of Michael’s lap and unzipping the jacket he still has on. “Quick!”

- - -

The hamburger arrives when they’re already cuddled up in bed, Sebastian’s little rabbit clutched tight against his chest while he’s draped over Michael, barely keeping his eyes open while they watch something Michael’s already forgotten the title off.

Sebastian manages to stay awake long enough to finish the hamburger, off of nothing but determination.

The second he’s finished Sebastian curls back up into Michael’s chest, buries his face into Hop and drifts off to sleep, content little noises leaving him as Michael turns off the TV, preferring to watch Seb instead.

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific

23 notes · View notes

neighboringheart · 3 months

Text

thinking very lovingly about hypnosis and free use tonight 😌

I'm thinking about Rodimus regularly visiting Rung bc he's been having 'nightmares' involving members of the crew (he's been having wet dreams and he's annoyed bc it's all people that he thinks have no interest in him)

no matter what Rung tries or suggests it's not working so he decides to try something that he hasn't in a long time bc it had always been ethically questionable and never gave the results he was going for but Rodimus was willing to do anything and was being incredibly persistent and Rung doesn't want to let him down

he hypnotizes Rodimus but the effect comes out wildly differently from expected in that the next time Rodimus went to recharge yes he didn't have any nightmares but he woke up feeling a bit off

Rodimus shrugs it off bc he's just glad not to have any uncomfortable dreams that left him leaking through his seams when he woke

he goes to his shift on the bridge and everyone keeps staring at him like he's walking around with his spike out or something and people keep asking him questions about if he's feeling alright

he feels great and just keeps walking wondering why everyone is being so weird and why sometimes what they're saying just turns to mush in his processor but he ignores this as well way easier than he likely should have but he just feels so great

the dude doesn't have his spike out but he does have his valve out for everyone to see visibly dripping with lubricant that he can't feel even as it's sliding down his thighs

this leads to Magnus and Megatron both nearly fainting when he walks onto the bridge for a multitude of reasons ranging from 'wtf the fuck?' to 'I have never been so sexually frustrated in my life' but no matter what they say to Roddy he has no idea what they're talking about even tho he is visibly grinding his valve against the seat of the captains chair while they're talking

everyone tries their best to ignore it that day but when it keeps happening multiple days in a row they both start to wonder

Magnus corners Roddy in his quarters about it and ends up finding out that if you release your spike where Roddy can see it he will immediately stop whatever he's doing to either suck on it or ride it which is information he shares with Megatron the moment he leaves

the next shared shift on the bridge Megatron is sitting in his own captain's chair with the rest of the bridge crew already notified in advance (which is why some of them are absent) and as soon as Roddy walks in he releases his spike and gets to enjoy watching Rodimus' spoiler wiggle as he struggles to take all of Megatron's spike into his valve with hardly any prep at all and then rides him with the cutest little moans and whimpers

after Megatron fills him up everyone else who's interested gets a turn with a very happy Rodimus who's just glad that everyone seems to be having a great day on the bridge too

when Rung eventually finds out and breaks the hypnosis Rodimus isn't even mad and asks him if he could do it again or if it could be put into a data slug so he could hypnotize himself whenever he wants for sexy reasons and Rung would be absolutely baffled lmao poor guy did not expect Rodimus to be that horny

but yeah Roddy hypnotizing himself to be used by members of the crew ends up happening regularly from then on and he loves it bc waking up still able to feel transfluid sloshing around in his tank is wayyy better than just being wet

this guy just loves turning his brain off and getting fucked out where everyone can see and who's going to stop him??? not me!!! lmao

#nh feral posting #rodimus #valveplug #hypnosis #dubcon #but only bc he didn't know what would happen going into it #he's very happy with the results

13 notes · View notes

royalsunshinehotel · 2 months

Note

first of all i love your writing. my request is maybe something inspired by ABBA's waterloo?? lmao it's such a catchy song. could be jay, joshua or anwar?

Anwarterloo (Anwar x DWTS! Reader)

A/N: In this fic, Anwar is on Dancing With The Stars, and is partnered with the reader. This one is short because I am buzzing.

"Waterloo?? By ABBA??? Who did you kill to get that song?" shouted Keo as your friend twirled you around. The dance had been electric, Anwar was on his game, he'd somehow hit all his steps and never lost a moment of his elegance that kept people tuning in to see the two of you.

The air was buzzing. Against all odds, you'd gotten your little lanky diva to the semi-finals of this latest season. And your first season as a pro dancer to boot! GOD!!!

In your many years as a dancer, you'd been able to figure out what your most comfortable version of 'poise' looked like.

"How's the ankle?" Asked your partner as he put an arm around your waste. You'd been struggling the past few weeks, and he'd covered for you, flawlessly.

It was odd to have a man be helpful for a chance. In your city, men were usually pretty accessories, they were rarely productive. It didn't bode well. Dancing this much was too hard on your body, these feelings for Anwar made your brain hurt.

He's beautiful, next to you, silvery shirt open.

You don't want to be on TV, you want to bite his neck like a rabid dog.

Anwar could feel your eyes on him, but he's an Oscar-nominated actor, he can conceal things for a little bit longer. Season was almost over, Anwar knew you were barely hanging on, and the fist of his sparkly open shirt told him exactly how your joints felt.

His felt the same. His studio said he needed to do this as a promotion as a biopic. It was never supposed to get this far!!

Why, oh why, did he have to be naturally good at everything, he could with this fucking thing. Maybe his bones would pop out before then. How did people do dance as a job?

"Ugh, Americans," he thinks.

You take a moment to exhale, as the couples before you are called out on to the stage for the elimination ceremony.

"Arten, Taylor, Anwar, YN, You're our last couples tonight. We're letting American decide," Alfonso Ribero nods solemly at the audience and it's so deeply difficult not to hide your face behind your hands.

"Excuse me, Alfonso, I've got something to say!"

"Oh, yeah Anwar? What's that?" He's such a good sport, Alfonso was a perfect host for this show.

"I've reached my peak with dancing. I'd rather take my leave from Dancing With The Stars knowing I did my best, and that I'd rather be eating." Alfonso hides a laugh behind his hand.

"Taylor is the better dancer, anyone with eyes can tell, and I'd rather be taking this one out on a date. You promised when the season was over..." Your partner gives you the saddest, most large, wet eyes you could ever imagine, and it squeezes all the breath out of your lungs.

"Oh... yes!" You answer, blinking at him, asking 'Where are you going with this?' Dinner with Anwar, had you ever actually seen him eat?

"She said yes, so America, don't vote for me, I'm going to Five Guys because I'm tired!!" You roll your eyes in full view of the camera, hoping that the teens on Twitter could capture what on earth your Anwar was doing!

"Taylor, you're a dear friend," Taylor blew him a kiss, smiling, and he bowed, "goodnight everyone!"

The audience stands, for someone self-aware. As far as you were concerned, such charisma should be banned within city limits!

"You're ridiculous!" You cry, laughing as Anwar sees fit to pick you up like a bride, and sweep you off the fucking ballroom floor. Good riddance, it's time for something else.

You close your eyes, leaning into your chest as lights flash. The night is temperate, bordering on a light chill, and you stood on the pavement with your ass practically out in your leotard. This LA thing was for the birds, how did people do this?

"I am so proud of you. And thanks for that." You reach up and kiss his bearded cheek, as he plants you firmly on the sidewalk. The car you had waiting was going to take you to five guys. Whatever it was between the two of you had to be addressed, and you've got more than enough time now.

#dev patel #anwar kharral #anwar x reader #short and sweet

12 notes · View notes

moon-lv3r · 1 month

Text

to be cared for ~🦊

🦋 category: fluff, one-shot, gn!reader, sickfic

🦋 characters: aki, power and denji (minor appearance)

🦋 summary: in which you fell sick right after a mission

🦋 warnings: nil (does slight ooc count?)

🦋 notes: i proofread this a little (shocker !!)

here’s a short one-shot after disappearing for months… a lot has happened… life has been wild and shit. its crazy what happened tbh LMAO but i’m back !!! hopefully my writer’s block also left bc i actually struggled with finishing this because my brain was just DEAD. this was a draft from september 2023… IMAGINE THAT

“Hayakawa, I said I’m fine!” You began after Aki placed a hand on your forehead, sensing a fever emitting through your skin. He had noticed that you seemed to be having a hard time walking properly, prompting him to check to see if there was anything wrong with you.

He sighed and shook his head before answering, “Y/n you’re having a fever for goodness sake!” And he was right, there was something wrong with you.

Your body temperature.

“No I am not!” You protested, despite feeling the feverish temperature all over your body. You just wanted to let Aki know that you could handle yourself on your own.

It was just a fever, what was the worst that could happen? At most, you’d just suck it up and return home, seeing a doctor the next day if it still lingered. The sole problem was that your home was quite the distance away… A whole town away.

It was impossible to die from a fever, it's not like you were terminally ill or whatever… You could manage the distance…

It was just your body temperature rising, you could take care of yourself. What was the big deal?

Your legs suddenly felt weak and you could barely stand, almost falling into the arms of the man standing in front of you. He had a look of shock and worry spilling over every corner of his face. He just grabbed you awkwardly, hands fumbling about, not expecting the sudden situation. What was a man supposed to do in such a situation… All he could do was to help you stand, you could feel the embarrassment heating up your cheeks… Suddenly the pavements looked blurry… like there were lights shining from every direction, distorting every corner, making it look like there were angles overlapping.

“Just…” Aki began. “Just stay over at my place for tonight. I don’t think you can go home on your own like this.”

It was after a mission, one where you and Aki barely managed to complete as you suddenly felt unwell. The mission went on for hours, with the devil being evasive and you feeling sick throughout the entire ordeal. Which was why Hayakawa Aki decided to bring you back to his home as it just so happened to be nearby. Denji and Power were both already asleep by the time Aki returned with you. Your body had been drained, ever so drained. Drained of every energy and essence you had left. It was supposed to be a simple mission, one deemed as safe and only needed two people… Well look at how that went…

“I didn’t want to be an inconvenience,” You began as Aki placed your arm over him and began to carry you home slowly.

It was a good thing that his home was nearby. There was not much ground left to cover, so he wouldn’t have to carry you for long, especially after such a hectic day. Sounds of his free hand fumbling about his pockets for his keys… the jingles as he searched for the right one to open the door to his home… Slowly placing you over on the couch as it seemed to be the only available space that he could immediately find.

Aki paused as several thoughts ran through his mind, piquing your interest. “Perhaps I could sleep on the couch tonight…” He muttered. “This isn’t inconvenient or anything. It’s just for a day.”

You weakly got up to face him, frowning at the sudden words that your ears had just picked up, your eyes analysing the foreign environment to the best of their abilities. You were just co-workers, surely there was no need to do all of this… right? It was just a fever…

“I’ll be alright, Hayakawa,” You responded. He might not feel that way but you sure did. You just didn’t want to owe anyone anything. It felt like you owe someone a huge debt and you do not like that feeling. The sudden urge to return the favour was not a feeling that you enjoyed.

Aki didn’t seem to care about your response, instead, he continued with his actions. He was already beginning to make his bed more hospitable for someone like you. He was already moving some of his items out so that his room would accommodate your needs more. He did not have to do all of that, yet here he was.

“Seriously Hayakawa!” You began. “You don’t need to do all of these!”

“Denji and Power are sleeping,” Aki responded in a soft and gentle tone, while signalling for your volume to resemble that of a feather dropping. The sounds that both Denji and Power were producing during their sleep were the only things that could be heard.

You stopped responding after that and just let Aki do whatever he wanted. You did not have the energy to stop him anyway. The energy in you felt as though it was slowly being syphoned out of you, like there was some leech sucking away on the very essence you needed to even do basic functions. Your body began to slowly feel weaker as your vision destabilised. Perhaps Aki was right…

It had been hours since the both of you last ate as well. The mission had stolen dinner time away from the both of you. It was unfortunate. The growl of your stomach could be easily heard amidst Denji’s snoring. Aki could definitely differentiate between those two sounds as well, having his head turned to look into your eyes the moment his ears picked up on the message your stomach tried to scream.

“Sorry…” You uttered awkwardly as you laid down. Aki was already done arranging some of the items in his home to accommodate a guest.

“I think there should be some items that I can cook with,” Aki pondered, his words growing softer as his mind was riddled with memories of his own fridge, wondering away about how filled it was. Perhaps he could make the both of you a meal before resting for the day.

“Just…” You mumbled as the energy slowly left your body. You had never felt weaker. “Something… small and… make it quick.”

Aki nodded as his figure disappeared into his kitchen, leaving you laying on the couch, soaking in your weakness. Perhaps he was right, you wouldn’t be able to go home after all. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to stop and protest when he insisted on taking care of you. Well its not like you could just go now, you were stuck in his home.

He didn’t strike you as the kind that would… care this much. He always seemed so nonchalant. It just didn’t seem like something he would do. Had he always been this nice? Perhaps you just never noticed… Watching as he focused his energy into making the midnight snack that your sick body long has yearned for ever since the mission. Something in you just felt… different. Foreign even.

All you could do was to stare in silence as the man before you began to busy himself. Sounds of slicing, dicing and boiling filled the air as you looked at his focused face. He always had that serious look, didn't he? You wondered if he had ever at least given himself time to relax and give the stoic face a rest. Did he even have other expressions? Suddenly you were interested in knowing more about your fellow colleague.

The once familiar high ponytail was now replaced by his hair down, reaching for his shoulders, slightly swaying as Aki focused on the task at hand. It was slightly odd, to see your fellow colleague out of the office. It was a sight that you could get used to though.

Denji and Power seemed to be sleeping soundly despite all of the noises filling the house. Even Meowy was obediently staying silently asleep. Suddenly everything was going so well, aside from your unwell body of course.

“Y/n,” Aki called out, carrying bowls and plates of his latest dishes one by one and placing it on the table in front of you. “Just eat slowly, it’s alright.”

“T… Thanks,” you uttered, suddenly feeling as unwell as ever. It felt like a needle was suddenly trying to pierce its way into your mind. The pain felt so sharp, and it felt like it was at one spot, but it also felt like it was all over your head. You just couldn’t focus at all, the pain seemed to be unbearable for you to even hold your head up properly.

“Are… you alright?” The man before you asked, the gaze of concern filling up his eyes.

You could only respond with a small nod, having little energy to respond. Though you managed to squeeze out the fact that your head currently felt like it could burst into bits of flesh any moment.

“Just have a bit of these first, slowly,” said Aki with a spoon in hand, ready to feed you if he had to.

You gently took the spoon from his hand and picked up the bowl of rice. You weren’t so weak that basic human tasks seemed treacherous to complete. You could still eat, maybe just not everything. Your appetite seemed far too sickly to consume the normal amount. You simply could not bring yourself to fill up your growling stomach. It didn’t go unnoticed by Aki of course, being the ever so attentive co-worker that he was.

“You don’t have to finish everything,” He said. “Just have a little bit.”

You did your best, slowly taking bites and swallowing whatever amount your stomach allowed you to. You couldn’t even force yourself to eat if you wanted to, you didn’t have the right amount of energy to do all everything that you have ever wanted.

Perhaps this was a result from all of those times you had overworked yourself beyond your limit. Maybe this was just your body’s way of begging for a break. You should really start taking proper care of yourself. When was the last time you had gotten a proper sleep? You could not remember. Maybe that was why your body chose to collapse, because you just needed the break.

Maybe your body torturing you was its own way of telling you that you needed a break. You have no choice but to abide. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be unwell… It was nice being cared for… was it not?

Your eyes glanced over at Aki, the way he was slowly feeding you… You’ve never seen him this… caring… Were you hallucinating?

“Have the rest of the bowl,” said Aki as he placed the bowl and spoon before you, then he got up. “I am going to do something…” His voice trailed off, fading into the air as sounds of hinges vibrated in the air around you. He had just entered a room.

You slowly helped yourself to the meal that Aki had made for you. He was usually the silent and nonchalant type. No wonder he was suddenly gone just as you were eating… Maybe he wasn’t used to spoon feeding someone, like you were some child.

“When you’re ready, just sleep in this room,” Aki’s voice gently pierced your ears, letting you know of his offer.

“Thank… you,” you managed to utter. He didn’t respond.

The bowl remained at half full, you could not bring yourself to finish the remaining half. You tried, you really tried. Not wanting to waste a single bit of Aki’s efforts, you tried to finish it all, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take another bite. It seemed as though your body was suddenly sick of something else. This wasn’t good, you felt bad. He was trying to care for you here, yet your body was barely cooperating with anything. How’d you let yourself get so weak after a tough mission? How could your body give up on you just like that?

You slowly got up, to dump the wasted effort of Aki’s cooking and to wash the utensils. You were still a guest, there was no way you would just leave dirty dishes hanging, no matter how sick you were. It was basic manners.

“Y/n?” The closeness of Aki’s voice almost shocked you. He was right behind you, looking as you washed the dishes, before pushing you away and finishing the work. “Could’ve asked me to do it for you,” he said.

“I know how to do dishes,” you responded. “Just because I am sick doesn’t mean I am suddenly handicapped.”

Aki nodded, finally letting you be, and headed back into his own room.

It felt as though you had suddenly been reduced to that of a porcelain doll. Ever so fragile, so breakable that one mustn’t treat it with any malicious intent. Suddenly you became something that had to be treated with the most care anyone can give. All you had was just a fever…

Was it a good feeling? You could not tell. Did you enjoy being treated like a fragile doll that could break any moment? Was it nice, suddenly receiving such care? Perhaps you should enjoy it while it lasts…

Once you were done with everything, you headed into the room in which Aki prepared for you. It was neatly arranged. It had taken you a while to realise that it was his room, considering the fact that you just walked in on him still arranging it.

“Just uh, rest here for now,” Aki muttered as he heard your footsteps, turning to face you. “Take the medications by the bed, its for your headache.”

You nodded, slowly allowing yourself to adjust to the foreign surroundings that felt… so familiar and calming. You wonder why…

Nevertheless, you closed your eyes, trying to get as much sleep as you could milk out of this stupid sickness. Your body was tired… ever so tired… Your head hurts…

Why was it hard to fall asleep? Why was it hard for your mind to finally rest? Why does your body hate you so much? It was stupid…

As your eyes slowly closed, your muscles relaxed, you could make out a faint figure standing in front of you. Strands of shoulder length hair tickle your face as you finally found the energy to rest. The feeling of a blanket slowly moving to cover your body…

Throughout the silent night, you remained blissfully unaware of the hardworking man by your bed, working to get your temperature back down to normal. Who knew taking care of someone with a fever could be so tiring?

Aki changed the towel resting on your forehead every once in a while, the moment it lost the ability to cool your body due to gaining too much heat. It seems as though he was sacrificing his rest to ensure that your body got all of the rest you deserved.

The silent night was deafening for him, why was he doing so much? He had begun to question himself. What was he up to now?

The stars sparked at each and every one of his thoughts, leaving him wondering about his actions and the sick person before him. What would Denji and Power say of this? What was going to happen?

What would the others say of this? Makima… Himeno… What would they think?

As the night went on, Aki soon found that time was slowly draining his energy as well. He was too, a human, and he too, needed rest. No human can go on without any rest at all. He could not collapse onto his bed for a rest when you had already stolen it from him.

The sun rays found its way into his home, spilling its way onto the floor as noises filled the corners. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the causes.

Denji and Power.

They had found you, and Aki resting his head on his own bed, sitting down beside it.

“What’s Topknot doing not sleeping on his own bed?” Power wondered, confused at the foreign sight. She frowned even more as she recognised the person sleeping on Aki’s bed. Someone she had worked with, unwillingly, on multiple occasions.

You.

“Ah! He has got himself a partner! Maybe he is planning on kicking us out soon!” Denji replied. Perhaps it was the morning, or maybe that he was just plain dumb, for not being able to recognise you.

And with a little bit of back and forth between two mindless individuals. Somehow the agreement of removing both you and Aki from the room was agreed upon. Never allow those two to plan something. At least, at some point, Denji finally came to the realisation of your identity as a fellow co-worker, and not some random stranger Aki decided to bring back to his home.

Perhaps it was the morning, so maybe that was why their brains were not fully functioning. But they did try out their idea of kicking the both of you out, though the only outcome was that Aki had woken up and saw the scene that was slowly unfolding. He wasn’t even surprised, just sighed and brushed the incident off while explaining the truth.

The smell of Aki’s morning smoke filled the air as he began to prepare himself for the day, he can never begin a day without his cigarettes. It was rare for him to get peace now that he has tenants in his home. Denji and Power were being quieter, discussing what you and Aki could be doing together like they were a bunch of gossipers. At least they decided to be quieter now.

It had taken you a few more minutes before being able to open your eyes and adjust your body to the new day shining upon you and your sick body. There Denji and Power stood, acting like your maids and waiting for your command. You could not have known of their earlier antics, nor would you have even realised that this was their punishment. What on earth happened while you were knocked out and recovering?

“Since when are the both of you so… obedient?” You asked, trying to adjust your eyes to the light as your body felt better compared to the previous night. You could finally function as a human again. The throbbing pain that lived in your head finally got evicted by the medications Aki gave you, though you still felt slightly light-headed.

“Topknot made us,” Power replied, appearing annoyed by what she was made to do. You laughed while getting up and exiting the room, only to be greeted by the sight of the man with his hair down and making breakfast for everyone.

“I take it that I will be able to leave by the afternoon?” You said, leaning against the door frame, watching as the raw food became edible. “I feel much better compared to last night.”

“Don’t blame me if you feel sick again while on the way home,” Aki responded. “Buyt you do look better.”

Denji and Power exchanged glances as the scene unfolded before them, a sudden possible realisation dawned in their synced minds. “Don’t tell me that you’re planning on asking us to walk Y/n home!” Denji shouted.

“That’s a great idea actually,” You replied, before heading to the toilet to wash up for the day. Soon, you walked over to the couch and took a seat, where you had been the night before, as sick as a dying old man.

“Hayakawa, you done yet?” You asked, trying to sneak a glance at him, only to see him walking over with plates on hand.

Aki was a great cook, and the breakfast proved it. A pity you were too sick the night before to try out everything that he made. But hey at least you got someone to cook and take care of you…

Well well… wasn’t it fun, being sick by Aki’s side.

#chainsaw man #aki hayawaka #hayakawa aki #sickfic #csm fic #one shot #i think my brain is cooked #LMAOOOOOO #this turned out better than i thought look #hopefully my writer’s block is gone now #pls pls #i love aki #sm #aki x reader

12 notes · View notes