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cafecourage · 5 months

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Pinky Isn't Suffering

Chapter 3

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The good luck that they had since the battle kept up it seemed. Of course Wild, Sky, and Warriors haven’t turned back to normal yet, however, they were still at Lon Lon Ranch and safe. Which is all that Twilight could ask for, honestly.

Even if Wild was still driving him and Pinky crazy, for such a tiny body, he is very hyperactive and destructive. Twilight was beginning to feel the consequences of always trying to keep up with the child, making sure he stayed safe from harm, thus taking the hits himself.

It was fine though. Nothing he wasn’t used to.

During lunch, however, disaster strikes once more.

It started out as a slow lunch break with Malon, Time and Pinky. Wild was playing with some of Malon’s old toys, wearing Time’s old clothing.

They were just chatting and catching up a bit. Twilight was trying to pay attention to the conversation, honestly. He really was. But Wild kept edging towards a bookshelf nearby eyeing something up top.

Twilight knew that look. The kid wanted something and knowing Wild, he would get it.

“Wild.” Twilight gave him a warning but the kid had the nerve to look over at his mentor, then immediately started to climb up the shelves.

“Wild no!” He was quick to act, taking the kid off of the selves.

First, the bookshelves started to wobble. Then Wild fell off and the bookshelves started to fall forward.

Twilight pulled the cub under him bracing for the impact.

“Wild!!” Pinky’s calls were voided out by the pain that was shooting through from his back, neck and head. The weight on him lessened as Time and Malon helped both of them out and put the bookshelf back upright. Once Twilight knew it was safe, he and Pinky got Wild out first.

When the shelf was finally off of the Rancher, Time was by his side helping him stead himself. “How are you feeling, Pup?”

“I’m fine.” He lied, his back and head was killing him. Twilight was tired. There was a small voice in the back of his head that was telling him just to curl up around his cub and make sure his ‘child’ was fine. It was a need that he could only barely suppress.

Before Twilight could even help Time and Malon clean up the mess, a hand grabbed his forearm.

“Oh hell no.” Pinky was looking up at him angrily. “You, sir, are resting.” Twi couldn’t even protest as he lets her just lead him into the kitchen. “Sit.”

Twilight took the place next to Wild. The small hero was visibly shaken and looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Are you ok cub?” Twilight pulled the child close as Wild threw himself on Twilight, finally crying.

“I sowwy.” His speech was slurred through his sobbing.

Placing Wild on his lap, he let the kid cry it out. “It’s not your fault.” Twilight started drawing circles on the smaller back to calm him down. It was something he learned from Collin. It puts the child to sleep in an instant.

Pinky came back with the first aid kit. “Oh how cute.”

Twilight almost rolls his eyes. “Cute but a gremlin.”

“You love him.” Well there was no arguing that, but he did want to correct her. He loved Wild, his brother in arms. But he loved her more. “Hold still” Pinky came behind Twilight and started to search for bumps or bruises. “It was a nasty crash.”

Twilight just hummed as her fingers through his hair was a pleasant feeling.

His body was growing heavy as it started to relax.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Then finally he fell asleep.

Not aware that Pinky had taken photos of them two with her own mini slate, knowing that this opportunity wouldn’t come back anytime soon.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #strawberry milk

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wellthebardsdead · 8 months

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Henwen: *the emperor of all tambriel having assumed the throne after the assassination of the previous emperor. Friend to King Caryalind and prince consort Taliesin after aiding in defeating the dominion and crowning a new era of peace. The snow king after discovering his past life and restoring the falmer to their former glory along side the deep elves upon discovering the truth of the eye of Magnus. Father to hundreds of children to countless consorts and failed arranged marriages. Now reduced to a cold hearted, closed off, husk of who he used to be following the death of his late husband and knight of the dragonguard. Prince consort Kaidan* …

Councillor: *possibly the 30th councillor he’s seen in the hundreds of years he’s ruled, can’t even be bothered to learn his name* Sire please if you don’t agree to this marriage they’ll-

Henwen: They’ll, What, Councillor?… Need I remind them who it is they’re facing… *looks up slightly hearing one of his dragons fly overhead*

Councillor: th-they’ll, advance with their plans for war, sire.

Henwen: … *sits quietly for a moment* …Burn their farmlands to the ground…

Councillor: b-but the peace treaty-

Henwen: if they cannot respect my answer then they do not respect my peace. The marriage of me to a woman I don’t love will not a treaty make. Let them starve as my warning.

Councillor: but if we do then we have no further candidates to birth heirs to your throne!

Henwen: *stands slowly* pick one of the hundreds I’ve sired already… legitimate by name or not. They hold my blood… it’s time I stepped down anyway. *walks out of the throne room ignoring his councillors crying after him, his shoulders relaxing and head and heart heavy as he steps into the gardens, and approaches the statue of his beloved knight, his Kaidan* …Oh my love… *sits at the statues feet before laying beside the grave beneath it as he slips a vile of poison he had his shadows in the dark brotherhood bring him* I cant bare it any longer… *looks up seeing his dragons landing around the palace gardens, looking at him expectantly. Like they know what is about to transpire* …will you be where you promised to meet me?… *pops the vile* where you said you’d wait… *looks back up at the statue before taking in one, long, deep breath* in the fog of sovngarde… *drinks the poison and relaxes into the grass* We’ll… meet again. *smiles and closes his eyes feeling a gentle sleep take him, sparing him the pain as his heart, finally stops beating*

The dragons: *all fly from their perches, roaring out the eulogy of the last dragonborn as they glide over the city, letting the world know of his passing through the fog and his spirit joining his most beloved in aetherius*

#Henwen dragonborn #Kaidan skyrim #falmer dragonborn

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 2 years

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I cant stop thinking about when @jakeydoesit mentioned who gives the best massages yesterday and I just couldn't get the question out of my mind.

Somehow I picture Danny coming up behind me and rubbing my shoulders, it's a joke. "You just need to relax." He says, knowing you've been stressed over all the pre-tour things. But it's still a really, really good massage.

Later when you have a sleepless night on the moving tour bus, sitting in the dark at the couch, Danny stirs from his own bunk, "You okay?" He asks as you stare out the window at the moon over head, lighting the outside world in the middle of some southern state, nothing but trees and high grass for miles around.

"Oh, yeah. Just couldn't fall asleep."

"Any reason in particular?" Danny asks softly, as to not wake any of the others dozing and snoring softly in their bunks. "Just feels weird. Cramped in a bunk on a bus going 70 miles an hour isn't the most comforting way to sleep. I can feel every bump and press of the breaks" You explain, finding his eyes in the dark as he sits beside you, the warmth of his shirtless body radiates to yours from just his close proximity. "It takes a while, but you'll get used to it." He whispers comfortingly. You silently nod, tired eyes searching the darkened bus.

"Anything I can do?" He asks kindly, his shoulder bumping into you to look at him. You suppress a little smile, "Do you think you can rub my shoulders? I'm just so tired but my body feels so sore from sitting on the bus all day." You ask. Danny nods with a soft grin, "Yeah, sure." His voice laced with a gentle sleepy rasp. "Turn around." He asks and you obey, moving your hair to the side as you face ahead to the front of the bus. Danny's hands running up your arms before coming to your shoulders. His large hands come to your sleep shirt covered shoulders, your lack of a bra aiding in letting him dig into the muscles.

His thumbs circle slow, "I can feel a pretty big knot here." He mutters as his thumbs rotate. You hiss at the feeling of the knot in your muscles unwinding, like a dull pain that you can't help but want more of. "You weren't kidding, you are pretty tense." He whispers, a wave of chills over your skin at the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck. You sigh, it's almost a groan, raspy and soft as his hands run over your back and shoulders.

"Feels good, hm?" Danny teases, making you smile like an idiot, "So fucking good." You smile as your head falls forward, allowing Danny to get the space at the back of your neck. "Mmmm." You hum sleepily as his large warm hands work at your aching muscles. "Come 'ere." He whispers before pulling you gently by the shoulders, letting you lay back against his warm, bare chest. Your eyes can hardly stay open as you gaze up at the beautiful dark haired man, his face so close to yours.

His arms encircle your chest to hold you to him, you stretch out your legs and he does the same, having you perfectly against him in such a way that you can't help but feel safe in his strong arms. "Get some sleep." He murmurs softly against your ear. You fully relax into him, allowing your eyes to close, no longer stressing over the motion of the bus. "Night." You whisper almost incoherently as you drift off to sleep.

The high pitched sound of the breaks of the bus wake you up as it slows to a crawl, the sun shining outside the windows of the bus. Must be stopping for gas, most likely near the venue already. You close your eyes once more, almost forgetting about the man whose arms have you held to his body. You breathe in his scent, warm, inviting and familiar.

You sink back into his hold, drifting to that place between sleep and consciousness until you are awoken by the shuffling of the boys climbing out of their bunks, chatting quietly amongst eachother. You can hear Jake and Sam's conversation stop when they enter the main area of the bus. Soft padding of bare feet on the floor as they come closer, "Rise and shine sleeping beauties." Sam's voice whispers gently but with an irritating tone that makes you immediately wish it wasn't time to get up.

You can feel Danny stir beneath you, "Hm?" Is the only sound he's capable of making. "Did you two sleep like this all night? Can't imagine that was very comfortable." Jake assesses before walking away to take the unoccupied bathroom, Sam runs off to catch up to his older brother, only to be greeted by the locked bathroom door. "Morning." Danny mumbles sleepily, voice deep yet still so soft. "Morning." You repeat. "Sleep well?" He smiles. "Thanks to you." You mirror his sleepy smile. "Any time." He grins before stretching out his arms with a yawn. He groans in pain, "Mmm, you might have to return the favor." He teases trying to rub the ache from his neck, "It'd be my pleasure." You smile.

I think you may able to get used to this tour bus life after all.

#just a thought #danny wagner fluff #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #gvf fan fiction #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fluff

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threadsun · 8 months

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🌊 anon here! after two bouts of illness and a disability flare I'm back and stewing in weeks worth of horny malaise

anyway I've chosen to use my powers for evil 💅 I come offering morsels.

Joseph hits me right in the size kink but in such a dommy way- like this precious babygirl is literally SO sensitive that he couldn't possibly take more than a few fingers from his (much smaller) partner- wrap a little hand around his throat and he's already gasping for air, shove his chest and he's boneless in an instant, there's no way he'd be able to handle a big, strong, meanie dom! his big ol body can hardly keep up, heaving and sweating and shaking with every tiny movement. too bad you're gonna make him take as much as you can give him anyway :3 he might cry but he won't complain!

Meanwhile Jean has my disabled ass in a headlock because can you imagine the manipulative potential of this bastard in any kind of caregiving position for a chronically ill sub? forcing his victim to work past their limits and watching as they're helplessly bedbound when he finally gets them to their breaking point, criticizing them for every dropped dish and missed deadline, forcing them right where he wants them when he comes up with the perfect way for them to "make up all those lost hours". Screwing with their meds and intentionally only providing painkillers, sleep meds, muscle relaxers, etc when he can make sure they're gonna be around him so they can associate him with care and relief no matter how badly he screws with their body and their brain afterwards. changing up their special foods and causing flares as punishment for acting out, "losing" braces, chairs, canes, and other mobility aids when it looks like they're gonna hightail it. the potential for Evil Fucked Up Nurse outfits?!? like this is an acquired taste for sure but damn there's no element of control QUITE like medical gaslighting and malpractice.

moving on if I don't see Ian pushed to the point of a complete mental breakdown but make it sexy I'm gonna scream. like. toy with him, lead him on, offer conciliatory dates only to take them away for real or invented 'wrongs', leave him constantly on the edge of relief of finally having his partner back, get him so worked up that when his partner finally dropkicks his heart into hell and tells him it's never gonna work he just. breaks. slams them against the door and sobs, pounds his fist on either side of their head and won't stop apologizing but MORE IMPORTANTLY won't stop shoving his cock between their thighs, mascara running down his face begging for answers, begging for reasons, threatening them to shut up if they want to see the sun rise all in the same breath type shit. forcefucking them on the spot and screaming as he cums, alternatively choking with laughter that they can never leave him now that they're knocked up like a common whore and cant-catch-his-breath sobbing that he's worse than the dirt beneath their feet and he can't believe he assaulted them and he should just go off and die and fuck he can't help but get hard again when theyre squirming like that and it's their fault for making him like this so why don't they go ahead and just bend over like they knew they should have all along? I can't be the only one that knows that when this bitch breaks, he breaks, right?

also 👀 ?!?! damn dad dom you think you can just flirt with your followers and have us leave our minds and our panties at the door?? you can and its phenomenal, a thorough round of applause for you

anyway your writing and general degenerate vibes have been giving me life blood, bless. thank you for getting me off getting me of- getting me through these trying times, hope you're happy and well!

I'm glad you're feeling better!! Also all of these are soooooo sexy you're so right about all of them!!!

Joseph is so desperate to be bullied, he'll let you push him around and hit him and he'll take it as if you're bigger than him no matter how small you are. And don't even get me started on how tight he is! How he'll never adjust to getting fingered or fucked by you, it'll always be an overwhelming stretch for him in the best way. He'll always feel filled by you!

And Jean as a fucked up caretaker 👀 that's a concept I always find sexy!! He fucks with your meds so hard, giving you fake ones sometimes or ones that do other things. Sometimes he'll replace it with stimulants or sugar pills just to see what happens. And he learns all of your weaknesses to exploit them and keep you with him. He'll make sure you're never well enough to leave, that you're stuck at his mercy forever. And he'll make you crave it, make you associate him with relief and comfort, as much as with pain and abuse. He'll even seek out legal means to give him more control over you as your carer until you have no rights of your own and can never leave him >:3c

And Ian snapping... oughhhhh I love him!! He's so pathetic about it. He's flipping between apologising and justifying it and blaming you, all in the same breath as he sobs and rapes you. Promising he'll make things better, begging you to forgive him, telling you he wouldn't have to do this if you'd just been kinder and more forgiving. And you know he'll never let you go after that. You'll be his captive forever~

You're so cute! I'm glad Dad can help you out, sweetheart 😘

#sunshine #18+ only #🌊 anon #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj ian #hiiii welcome back I missed youuuuuuuuuu!!!#also :3 glad people like my degenerate vibes!! Legit one of the best compliments I've ever gotten!!

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daisyletters · 10 months

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Monday, 8/14/23, 1:46am

Dear Daisy,

I almost made it through this time, it's August already. It always comes back in the summer though. That hallow empty feeling. Creeps up before I even know its coming. Just when I'm thinking I can finally relax and am feeling okay I don't want to be here anymore.

I've never wanted to die, I feel like that's always the first concern when I've talked about this before. I just kind of want to stop existing? Like I wasn't there to begin with. Just for a while maybe, just to exist but not? So no ones worrying about me or upset about at me, like I was never there.

It always starts with me feeling empty and kind of pointless. I try not to think about why I'm even here or what the point is. Maybe I'm just lonely, again. Or stressed? Feeling unwanted as usual, which is one of those things that I can never quite figure out how to fix. Because you can't depend on other people to fix you. But also you can't feel wanted without other people? Can wanting yourself help? I'm always with myself, can't exactly want more time with me.

I'm trying to get over the edge, move past it like I eventually always do. Last week was really hard, didn't go so great but I dragged myself through it. And now this week has technically already began and I desperately want to give up. I'm not ready to push through again but I don't really have a choice.

I'm trying to look ahead, think of the future when I can get past a lot of the things that are making me feel stuck right now. A new job that I can actually live on, and only a job, no more school or a long list of things I should be doing but cant. Then I'll be able to actually move on to working on the other parts of life. I'm not in the same place as everyone else, and we never are. But I don't feel like I can handle more once school starts back up. No time for relationships or even the basic level of socializing with friends. I barely made it through last year and honestly my sleep schedule still hasn't recovered. The summer seems like a nice break in theory but with an income that's in the negatives without financial aid it's honestly miserable. No activities outside of the bare minimum, maybe one or two a month and even that I have to get creative with. Honestly not enough food for day to day either, my rice has bugs in it but I'm still eating it because I can't spare half a weeks food budget on more. The Internet said it's fine as long as you don't think about it too much so it's probably fine, tastes okay. I feel guilty buying a tea or a snack because I know I need that money elsewhere but sometimes you need something to feel normal.

Another year, just hang in there. I can make more money once I graduate. I need to find a new job honestly before I graduate so I don't drown from student loans. More money, no school, a new apartment out of this area and closer to literally anyone else. No one comes over here because it's the worst part of town. It's dangerous, dirty, and far, I know. I feel it everyday when I hold my breath walking down my street because the smell of urine is burning my nose. When I walk through the broken glass and have to stare down men who are harassing me. I don't want to be here, how can I expect anyone else to want to be?

But I can't make plans somewhere else with no money. I can't invite anyone anywhere. I just get scared that other people will be upset with me for just trying to survive. I always feel inadequate, like everyone's looking at me and saying I don't do enough. Everyone else is doing this and that, why can't you? Why can't you just do it? Why can't you be like everyone else? Why haven't you done those things? Why aren't you like everyone else? I feel like being me isn't enough for everyone else sometimes. Like I have to be more or Im not worth anything at all.

Does everyone else just know how much is enough? Do they have to think about it? Do they have to count every interaction and try to decide if its adequate? Do they finish their days going over their interactions and picking them apart? It has always felt like if I don't I'll pay for it. One way or another if I relax it'll come back to me and I'll be snapped back into place because I've messed up again.

People are hard, this is why I struggle with socializing so much. But doesn't everyone? Are we not all fighting for our lives out here so people don't think we're off?

Thanks for listening.

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flamboyant-king · 5 years

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Okay, so after this batch of teenies, no more teeny commishes. Doing this style is hard because I’m not a person who can do consistency...

SO when I do commishes again there will be more styles to choose from~ Who knows when that will be ‘cause...I'm a comic person not a “make pretty art you print out and hang it on the wall” person. If I ever learn to...improve, then commishes shall come!

But for now, my ko-fi is just for tips and support. Sorry about that orz

#ah im sorry i couldnt draw that eirika that anon wanted but once i actually do these teenies i have then its no more #short lived but agh my head is not together to do...anything? constantly having bouts of depression and long naps #like i need to be in the right mind set to get things done but...idk i cant describe it #im stressed out that i cant do anything except sit here and watch game grumps and starve idk #i need inspiration to get to work but im just sitting in the filth of my room...like its winter break i should be relaxing #but im stressed about everything. like gosh my teeth gosh my hair gosh financial aid gosh my classes gosh the comics gosh the commishes gosh #i should just sleep (sleeps for 5 hours every 2 hours) bitch the fuck #im seriously thinking about drinking myself into a coma at our new years party. make a statement ehe #im gonna...nap and see if i can do commishes later (i say for the 7th day in a row)#i sleep at 3 and wake up at 8 and its bad this is bad its not going good i want to be able to do things but i fucking cant agh

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strawbabycowboy · 2 years

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i have two presentations tomorrow and im so nervous im literally like. anxious

#oh I’m gonna b sick #i cant relax to sleep #bc im thinking abt #haven’t given in person presentation in 3 years #and im afraid im going to forget all my info #im freaaaaaking out #personal #one is about hiv/aids #and the other is abt. mining and selenium bioaccumulation #crying rn

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kokon0is · 3 years

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this dude name shinichiro sano keeps on following you around, telling you he likes you and if you want to go out on a date with him.

you declined, he’s not your type anyways he looks plain and weak you thought.

well, you’re too early to judge because what’s this you found out about him? mf is a gang leader of the top gang in japan right now, not just a leader but he’s also the founder.

“y/n!!! hey wait up! Hey!” the man with the lame hairstyle chases—appearing again out of nowhere “what. the. fuck. do. you. want. sano?” you said slowly facing him but to your surprise you saw him with alot of bruises, nose bleeding and uniform almost missing all of its buttons “the hell happen to you? Shin!?!!” thank god you were just close to him to catch his weak body, finally giving in— he’s still in conscious tho mumbling that a gang folded him and he’s just by himself.

you’re quick to tell him to just shut up and that you dont need an explanation because it’s literally obvious that he got beaten up.

you piggy back him, tho he’s taller and its hard for you to move forward because of his heavy body fully relaxed on your back, while he’s giving you directions to where he lives— not complaining anymore because you just really wanna take him home and treat his wounds.

“t-there…..thats my house” his weak arms pointed at the house just a few feet away, you take all of your energy to just walk there and enter the gate.

welcomed by a little boy with a blonde hair “brother!! what happened?!?” he exclaimed as he runs towards to the dude behind you “hey kid, you can worry later tell me where to put him down” you said almost taking a knee because you’ve been carrying him for awhile and your legs almost giving in. he lead you to shinichiro’s separated lounge.

you quickly put him down on his bed, and sit on the floor for awhile, breathing heavy “fuck…..i left my bag on that street…” you mumbled, face palming yourself “kid, you got first aid kit?” u looked up to his probably a brother because they kinda have the same eyes too “i have a name, my name is mikey” the kid sass “well im sorry mikey i didn’t know, now get me the first aid” you rolled your eyes playfully, he just do what he told

you sat shinichiro up, leaning him on his head board, and putting his bangs aside though its quite chunky because of the gel he’s been using to slick his hair back— you clean his wounds and patch it up while he just sleeps he’s really knocked out.

“sano you’re really weak” you chuckled as if he’s listening

you took a minute to admire his sleeping face, and realized that he’s not that actually bad……his hairstyle it is that made him look like a dork

“i know you wanna kiss me” the man surprises you, he suddenly spoke— “just kidding”he chuckled. “thanks y/n….for treating my wounds and taking me home” his voice hoarse and it honestly to attractive.

“yea whatever….. i gotta go, i left my bag on the street i need to go back and grab it” you got up and fixed your skirt and suddenly felt him get up too “hey what are you doing? stay down” you grab him by his shoulder and forced him down— “i dont care y/n, its dark outside you cant be going alone, night time is mostly gang hours its not safe” sitting on his bed looking up at you— you want to protest and just let him rest but at the same time the thought of being jumped by men is fucking scary “plus you might get jumped like me you know— dont want that to happen, i got a motorcycle anyways so lets ride okay? will that work?”

you ended up on his bike, hands around his waist and his helmet on your head— him saying that you need the helmet more than him. both of you go back to that street and grab your bag, thank god its still there.

then he drop you off your place— you got off the bike slightly struggling to take off the helmet, he chuckled at your annoyed face “c’mere let me help you” as he tug u by the strap of the helmet and effortlessly took it off “thanks” you said and he just nod with a smile on his face— you turned your back to him with a smile and head to your door.

“hey y/n, one last thing” he spoke, you swift your attention to him giving a little hum— “i’ll ask you once again, can i take you on a date? you know…..as a thanks too because thats a lot of work back there” he reasoned—

“my, my shinichiro you really wont give up huh?” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly— you looked at him and he’s still wearing his smile on his sore bruised face, patiently waiting for your sweet answer

“yea of course, ill go out with you shin!” you responded— music to shinichiro ears, to be honest he just wanted to scream and squeal but he’ll save it for later— “right— right then see you tomorrow at 5pm??” he managed to say, you nod already twisting your door knob “see you tomorrow, fix your hair by the way” you waved before going in— he nod and giggle about it then you shut the door.

leaning on it— eyes closing and giving in a wide smile

“he’s…….he’s not that bad at all” you mumbled— hiding your face on your palm, unaware of your burning cheeks

because for awhile you forgot about his weaknesses, his occupation, that lame ass hairstyle too— that overall didn’t matter at all.

because tomorrow you’ll be waking up knowing that you actually just fall for shinichiro and you’re going on a date with him after school.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro smut #shinichiro fluff #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev #dead x ppl

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sssrha · 3 years

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transcription of slides under the cut:

[SLIDE 1] the vibes ao3’s top 9 mdzs ships give me (a really stupid thing i made on a lazy saturday)

[SLIDE 2] wangxian: the wholesome canon relationship (with a hint of spice)

ok maybe calling the union between a demonic cultivator and a secret sex fiend “wholesome” isnt exactly accurate…but that’s where the “hint of spice” comes in

other than that tho? i remember seeing a meme somewhere about wangxian and sangcheng and wangxian was described as “domestic gays with a house and a white picket fence and two kids” and honestly? yes

not that they cant be freaky. id say their particular brand of freakiness is vaguely surrealist suburban horror. make of that what you will

[SLIDE 3] xicheng: either its “pair the spares” or just about trauma

their dynamic is 500% “karen/enabling husband” but like in a good way

objectively the best-dressed couple you will ever meet. like seriously why are you even trying? theyve got you beat

jc would own a flower shop and punch you in the face for saying a single bad thing about his flowers. lxc would own a tattoo parlor and hand you a lollipop and tell you how proud he is of you for not crying while he gave you a tattoo

they dont strike me as a “every evening we relax and watch the sunset” type of relationship B U T every other week they go stargazing with a detailed map of the night sky

[SLIDE 4] xiyao: either a) the angst of betraying/being betrayed or b) the angst of killing/being killed

high society gays. they would both unironically wear tuxedos to a mcdonalds. lxc would see it as a fun couples thing and jgy would do it to assert his dominance

i swear they would be among the smiliest of the major couples. only one of them would give you a happy smile

dont mess with them. no like dont mess with any of the couples but so far jgy is the first one who would make your life living hell and keep you around long enough to suffer the consequences

[SLIDE 5] sangcheng: being simultaneously over- and underestimated

i saw a meme about sangcheng and wangxian where sangcheng was described as something along the lines of “wine aunt and vodka uncle” and honestly? yes

they’re both human disasters. nhs would have various splotches of color on his clothes and you cant tell if it was intentional or if theyre actually stains. jc is very neat and organized but will have a mental breakdown at the slightest inconvenience

sometimes they just sit down across from each other and. cry. its how they bond

idk why it popped into my head but they’re both ace Because I Said So

[SLIDE 6] xuexiao: cute domesticity but also murder

i refuse to believe that xy is anything but unhinged in every universe. whether or not thats a good thing is up to you

xy could and would murder you in your sleep and not feel bad about it until xxc told him off. even then he might still decide it was worth it

xxc doesnt exactly know about The Murder Stuff(TM) but he knows some shit is off but he trusts xy enough to not comment on it

they would meet and hook up in a bar and mutually decide that they may as well stay together for the rest of their lives the next morning

[SLIDE 7] xuanli: the token straights (but also? theyre really cute???)

i did not expect them to be as cute as they were but here i am

anyway jyl has jzxuan wrapped around her little finger and shes just too nice to use that to her advantage

if jyl asked jzxuan for some chocolate jzxuan would just buy her the entire hershey company and forget to give her an actual chocolate bar and jyl is too sweet to actually say anything about it

they would definitely have like 20 children. theyd fucking love being parents. the moment having another child became dangerous theyd start adopting left and right. theyre rich they can afford it and their hearts are big enough for all their kids so why would they not?

[SLIDE 8] songxiao: childhood friends to lovers AND perfect power couple

i know they have more nuance than this but i cant help but think of them as The Perfect Couple(TM)

not shipping-wise!! i mean like. theyre both law-abiding citizens. their house looks like a model house. theyre dressed super neat and handsomely. they both know cpr and first aid and one of them is a lawyer and the other is an award winning writer. idk who is who but yk.

they are who people call to deal with problems instead of the police and they delight in that fact. that is what i mean by them being The Perfect Couple(TM)

[SLIDE 9] chengxian: disasters through and through

uhh i am going to be spending the entirety of this slide ignoring the fact that i personally consider them siblings

they would live in a dingy studio apartment in the heart of a city and theyd both never be home

theyre both super fucking rich but theyd never have any money on hand so dont be surprised if they just starve out on the street one day because theyre just that stupid

they collectively have the self esteem of rotting cabbage but theyre keeping themselves and each other alive purely out of spite and sheer force of will

[SLIDES 10] nielan: childhood friends to lovers AND himbo power couple

psst heres a secret: neither of them are actually himbos

H O W E V E R they both 500% pretend they are. they intentionally act as stupid as possible just for the fun of it

the best part is when they stop acting stupid when something important happens. crouching-moron-hidden-badass at its finest

also the older brother energy is overflowing. it does not matter who you are or how old you are. if you meet them then youre going to walk away with two new big brothers

[SLIDES 11] the end (unless i gather the willpower to make a part 2)

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does.

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.”

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid.

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round.

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night*

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change.

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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introloves · 3 years

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dom meian shugo>>>

*inhales real deep before furiously typing*

— dom! meian + leg humping + orgasm denial + rough face grabbing + hair pulling + man handling + dacryphilia + mean! meian + meian calls reader ‘bunny’ + bratty! reader + reader regrets being bratty + f! reader

— word count; 1.6k

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there- he told you to wait for him, he was tired- tired from practice and the stress that came with rounding up bouncy men all day.

maybe you knew what would happen, usually his punishments were enough to leave you on the brink of unconsciousness due to the sheer want. but now, as you crawled over to him, watching him splayed out on the couch, head tilted back, dark eyebrows furrowed- there was no way you’d control yourself and not touch him.

he didn’t notice the soft shuffling of you making your way over, fitting /so/ easy inbetween the space of his long, thick legs. he was so big, dwarfed your body completely, it made you salivate while you looked up at his relaxed face.

a shaky hand came up to rest against his thigh, and he jumped slightly. didn’t react in any other way, simply relaxing once more. your eyebrows furrowed, wanting him to at least look at you, wanting him to ask you what you were doing.

but he didn’t move.

with a huff, you continued your journey to the bump of his flaccid cock.

it wounded your pride a little when he didn’t react to your fingers curling over his dick, the give of his athletic shorts helped you tug on him.

“m-meian.” you called out softly, and all he responded with was a quirk of his brow, eyes still closed. there wasn’t even a reaction from his dick, no jump or pulse against your ministrations- a whiny cry of desperation left your lips, and you tugged your hand away-

tried to anyways. his hand immediately shot down to wrap completely around your wrist (and then some), the grumble of his voice started deep in his chest.

“nuh uh bunny- told you i was tired, gotta work extra hard for me tonight.”

it soothed the sting of it just a little, but you still whined, still tried to pull away, pouty with the feeling of not being payed enough attention.

it was the worst thing you could have done. his eyes shooting open and dark eyes flitting down to look at you. the shuffling of his body startled you, it was nearly frightening how he straightened himself up, towering over you.

“no? are you saying no?” he tugged once- the brute and his stupid strength tumbled you close to him, knocking you forward and on all fours. with wide eyes you shook your head, unable to form any words, all moisture booking it from your mouth to down and between your legs.

his other hand grabbed your face, tilting it left and right- inspecting his pretty baby, wondering exactly what had gotten into you.

“you know the rules against not using your words bunny, tell me what happens when you don’t use your words.”

with shaky words you recalled what exactly happens.

“d-don’t get your cock.” you shivered, words messy with the way he still held onto your face, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks.

it hurt to say it, you weren’t usually a brat- nearly never was, you loved him too much.

seeing your lower lip tremble, eyes watering /already/- it softened his hold and gaze, sighing before he released you.

“yeah- ‘ts what bad girls get... but you’re not a bad girl, are you bunny?”

“no! not a bad girl...”

your eager response made him smile, canines on display as his handsome face morphed into a wolffish grin.

he sat back once more, obviously pleased. there was nothing better than seeing you correct yourself, proving how good he was at putting you in your place when you acted up, the remnants of those punishment still sent a shock of fear down your body. he could see you tremble.

ah- maybe he would let you cum ‘round his cock. couldnt help but feel soft at watching your pretty eyes get wet with tears.

“that’s right.” he groaned, rolling his shoulders back- arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch, hips jutting forward. just by the movement you could see his dick jump- it made you whimper involuntarily.

he’d made you so cock hungry for him, you’d resorted to acting like an animal for just a taste.

“since you’re not a bad girl, but a very dumb and naughty one-“ meian sighed, watching you and your desperation, he stretched out his leg, eyes moving over to stare down at it, “i’ll let you fuck my leg.”

just this was enough to make you cry out in appreciation, eagerly nodding and already sitting up to plant yourself on his thigh-

“uh uh bunny, i said my leg.” he stops you, the outstretched placement of his leg now makes sense.

it was embarrassing, humiliating- the thought of rubbing yourself over him like this like an animal... but you’d take anything you’d get, wanting to make him proud and happy.

it didn’t take long for you to settle over his leg, splitting your cunt against the mass of bone and muscle, each pathetic rub and drag barely brought any pleasure, but you continued on, shaking and babbling out strings of his name and pleads for him to touch you- to make you cum, to split you on his long, long and fat cock.

the swelling of his cock in his athletic shorts made you all the more desperate, it swelled and stood proudly- straining against the stretchy material, so big and proud and delicious.

seeing your mouth open and puffing out sharp little pleads of his name, all the while your hands wrapped around the back of his thigh- clawing at the thickness and muscle (trying to) bring him closer made him smile,

“good bunny, gunna cum?” he wonders out loud, knowing that you’re weak and tired.

you’re close, it takes longer than usual, longer than what it would have taken if he had just fucked you- but you can taste the sweet release, an obscene sound of wet stickiness echoes in the room, all from your folds parting over and over against the hard line of bone, sweat beading at your temple in effort.

“shūgo! g-gunna- gunna!” you cry, hips stilling on an upstroke of your canting hips, trying to smash your clit down onto his leg, cunt and tummy clenching as a sweltering heat travels down your tummy and-

it’s gone.

it’s gone because his leg is pulled from under you, near orgasming body pitching forward with it- you keep the twitch, keep the contracting muscles trying to tip you over the edge, but you don’t keep the grip you had.

he catches you, holding the softness right under the swell of your chest, tugging you up, up and up.

“sorry bunny-“ he grumbles, large hand sweeps sweat slicked hair from your face, kissing you tenderly, trying to bring you back from it all, “but fuck,” he hisses, settling your drooling cunt right over his cock- “don’t like the idea of you cumin’ anywhere other than on me.”

he’s a mean man- selfish and strong. there’s no effort in how he moves you, rough and calloused hands tug your own, smaller ones onto broad shoulders.

“please.” you whimper, trying to find dexterity back into your tongue. meian simply coos, reaching down and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, your cunt keeping his cock from slapping up against his tummy.

“i know, bunny- i know.” he says it honestly, feeling how you shake, not used to working for your orgasms- too spoiled by him.

by sheer muscle memory he slides your bottoms to the side- cute little sleeping shorts, barely anything against your puffy cunt.

the daze you feel suddenly clears when he pushes his cock in- one swift stroke and starts bouncing you. working your body into a brutalizing pace- he didn’t look tired, not while his bulging biceps and tense forearms moved you up and down, grunting at every pass of your tightness over the throbbing vein running down his dick.

“yeah- my cute little bunny always takes your cock so well.” he mutters out to no one in particular, you’re certainly not listening with how your head is tilted back, screaming over and over calls of his name and just shrill mewls.

he leaves a tight and hot grip on your hip with one hand, the other curling into your hair- sharply bringing your head back to look at him, he’d give you a love tap if he could, but didn’t think you’d have the strength to keep the nice pace he’s set.

“cum-“ meian spits- moving your head so that your wet and crossed eyes look into his direction, “cum right now or you’re not at all.”

there was no way you wouldn’t listen to him- whole body clenching, pulsing as a white light passed over your eyes, cunt nearly squeezing him out of you.

your cum was displaced by his cock, a translucent creaminess falling into a ring around the base of him, aiding in the nasty sound of wet squelching.

“sh-shū-shūgo.” you cry pathetically, hiccuping as the jolting of your body breaks any and all vowels tumbling from your lips.

he can’t help but to cum at the sight of it- shivering, spearing you down to paint every inch of your gummy walls with his cum.

his grunts sound so good, so low, barely a register you can hear- but you definitely feel.

the way he holds you down gives you a small mercy, both of you panting out wet puffs of air.

“t-thank you.” you whisper, aftershocks of pulsing squeezes against him- you look up at him, pick your tilting head to look at him with tired, questioning eyes- chest squeezing at feeling the still rock hard cock inside you.

he grins at you once more- looking like an animal, a predator.

“what? you think your captain’s that tired bunny?” meian huffs, tugging your plaint body onto his chest-

“no- i’m gunna stuff you full, this is your punishment baby.”

hips buck off the couch, balls slapping heavy onto your ass- squirming body held down by his muscled arms.

any thoughts of rebuttal, any noise of complaint dried up in your throat- as far as punishments went, well,

this was your favorite.

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delimeful · 3 years

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you cant go back (3)

warnings: panic, miscommunication, trafficking, non-consensual drug use, suicidal thoughts, food, mentions of torture, cliffhanger, these tags make it sound worse than it is tbh

When Virgil first opened his eyes, jerked out of sleep by sharp instinctual alarm, he’d thought for a moment that he was still dreaming.

It was the same face, after all, even with how frighteningly close it was, even with a vastly different expression painted across it. He’d been confused, almost relieved-- had they gotten away after all?-- and then he’d realized just what the Deathworlder had in their arms.

He’d lunged and come up short, forced to watch as the Human kept their arms locked around Patch even as the creature made unhappy little noises he’d never heard from it before.

It was so small compared to the Human, easily tucked under an arm and managed regardless of protests. Did they have no respect for the deadly grace of the other creatures on this planet?

They’d circled him from a distance, ignoring his warning twitches and outright hisses as thoroughly as they ignored Patch, and all he could do was watch, locked in place, hoping that Human prey drive wasn’t as high as all the rumors said.

And then the Human had left, taking Patch with them, and Virgil had been left to watch their fading heat signature and pray to Seryl that whatever the Human did would be quick. For both of them.

It wasn’t that easy, of course. The Human wanted something from him, badly.

He thought he had a fair idea of what-- or rather, who-- it was.

After all, he’d seen a near-perfect mirror of them, sitting bound and muzzled in their transfer ship’s holding cell where a Human absolutely shouldn’t be. Leond and her Second had been unnaturally gleeful for rotations before Virgil finally found out about the ‘successful pickup’, namely through stumbling across it by doing the routine security and safety checks that he didn’t trust the rest of these idiots to do themselves.

They’d cut him off before he could get to a comm to tell Janus, cornered him in the tight cell block hall, and offered him a deal: his silence for a cut of the immense earnings they would make from renting out a Human to any and all fighting rings.

He remembered the way the Human’s gaze had flickered between him and the others curiously as he argued, the way they’d struggled to bare their teeth derisively at Leond, even through the bars of their muzzle and the haze of whatever they’d been drugged with. It was one of the last things he’d seen before he’d ‘made a fuss’ big enough that his own crew had tranq’d him and ditched him on-planet to die.

“You’re right,” Leond had said, face smooth in the way that meant smug satisfaction for her species. “We haven’t fulfilled our half of the exchange, have we? We took an alien from that planet, so it’s only fair that we leave one behind.”

His limbs had been defensively raised since the beginning of the argument, but Virgil had fought side by side with these people before. They knew how to guard his blind spots, which meant that they knew his blind spots.

The Human had tried to speak through the muzzle, just before he’d heard the discharge sound of a tranq gun too close to dodge. He thought it might have been an attempted warning.

It hadn’t changed anything. He’d been the only one on that ship who’d opposed the Human’s abduction, and as a reward, he was going to be slowly interrogated to death by one of their clutchmates. The level of cruel irony was like something from one of Jan’s stupid operas.

Virgil felt another shudder of exhaustion. Stars, he hoped Janus would get out of there once he realized what they’d brought back. His best friend knew better than to fuck with Humans, and the crew clearly wasn’t going to listen to any interplanetary ethics lectures, so the best thing he could do was skip town. Better to rebuild than fall with the nest.

He hadn’t slept after the Human had left, flipping to his heat sensor vision and watching all night for their return, unable to relax after one of the most unpleasant awakenings of his life. And if it meant he didn’t dream about what could have happened to Patches, all the better.

The next day had come, and the Human returned, wielding that dull stick and asking more angry questions that Virgil couldn’t understand, let alone respond to.

The thing was, given enough time and exposure, he actually would be able to understand the specifics of what was wanted from him.

Like most long-term interstellar travelers, he had a Lator implant, and the more the Human talked at him, the more linguistic patterns and trends would be picked up and catalogued, making it much easier for him to put the pieces together.

Unfortunately, time wasn’t something he had an excess of.

Janus would have figured out at least the basics by now; in addition to being better with words, he’d gotten a more recent, effective upgrade to the implant’s software. Virgil had turned the offer down for himself, knowing that they needed to save money where they could, and figuring that he didn’t really need it. His job was to defend Janus. His First could handle the talking part of their missions on his own with ease, the chatterbox that he was.

It had seemed obvious at the time. A lot of good that logic was doing him now.

The Human said something at him, flashing his bone-white teeth as he spoke. Humans didn’t have guard plates over their mouths at all, and so every time this one turned to him, he felt as though they were either acting sickeningly overfamiliar or that they might lunge forward and try to bite him at any moment. He’d carefully kept his own plates locked, not willing to expose any teeth and have it mistaken for a challenge.

The Human was waiting expectantly. Virgil took a deep breath and replied, the same as he had every time he could, though he doubted Humans had access to translator implants.

“I am not here to harm anyone. I was abandoned here against my will. I can’t understand what you’re saying,” he recited in Guard-tongue, keeping the sentences brief and repetitive for easy translation pattern recognition.

The Human wasn’t extending him the same courtesy, his own sentences long-winded and full of unfamiliar concepts that kept tripping up the Lator programming. References, probably.

There was one Human word that he’d figured out fairly early on: Brother.

Clutchmate, family, the lookalike that was probably long gone by now.

He was almost glad that he couldn’t speak coherently. As it was, he didn’t have to be the one to break the news.

Almost, because the Human was stubbornly finding new and creative ways to freak him the hell out with each visit.

First, they’d figured out fairly quickly that he was slowly starving.

Virgil had flooded his plates right to pitch on their first meeting, and hadn’t been calm enough to stop the defensive reaction since, which had quickly drained what little hydration stores he’d had left. Between the drying out of his plates and the fact that he’d gotten too worked up and blacked out for a moment during an interrogation, his fading health wasn’t exactly subtle.

He’d panicked, because any enemy knowing his weakness was generally pretty fucking bad, let alone an enemy with personal motive and ability to twist that weakness like a knife in the spine.

The Human had verbally freaked out (a regular occurrence) and vanished for a while, before returning to the barn with an entire array of items (not a regular occurrence). They’d set the items out on flat fiber ‘plates’ and then slid them into range with that stupid stick.

Virgil had stabbed a few of them on principle before realizing that this was food, aided by the Human rolling his eyes pointedly-- a derisive gesture, he’d gathered-- and eating something from a plate of their own.

At that point, Virgil had been willing to risk poison. The way he saw it, he either died, or he ate something, and either way it meant stopping the slow, aching pain eating away at the pit of his stomach.

He’d even been willing to tolerate the Human staring at him, since apparently they didn’t have the manners to not watch a stranger eat. Or that wasn’t a thing on this planet. It didn’t really matter.

After a significant amount of time spent using his auxiliary limbs to delicately maneuver Human produce and meats into inspection range, he settled for what smelled the least concerning, avoiding any that smelled or looked too bright to be safe.

(The scrunched-up look the Human had given him after he’d crunched an egg in his throat had been hard to interpret, though.)

Anything he could safely ingest, he’d eaten. After the Human left, he’d even attempted the indignity of trying to lift the bowl of water in range with wobbly limbs, though he’d almost immediately spilled the majority of it all over himself. It didn’t matter, he could pull any and all hydration from what he’d eaten, though he didn’t dare get used to it.

This wasn’t his first time above the nest, and he hadn’t fooled himself into believing that this shocking show of generosity would last. The Human had only done it to make sure that their hostage wouldn’t keel over.

Starvation and dehydration were more-than-effective methods of hands-off torture, after all, and the Human really only needed to give him enough to keep him alive.

The impending mistreatment shouldn’t have shaken him as much as it did. He had the advantage of the Human’s ignorance on how much Chelcerae ate, and his own resilience, developed from years of scraping by on the barest of rations. He was lucky, really, to be one of the species with a water-storing organ.

Still, he spent the night wondering if it was worth it to keep fighting. There was no escape, so wouldn’t it be better to go out on his own terms, before anything truly horrendous could happen to him?

Probably. The real question was: would he have the fortitude to turn down food all the way to a slow and painful death-via-starvation?

He wasn’t sure, and he continued to be resentful of the fact that he even had to make such a choice all the way up until the next day, when the Human walked in with a plate covered in everything he’d eaten yesterday and slid it over to him, simple as anything.

“What?” the Human snapped after a moment of Virgil watching them for any indication of what to do, and he’d hurriedly flickered his heat sensor eyes in hopes of placating any offense. The Human had grumbled indistinctly, but didn’t attempt to remove the plate or even threaten to do so.

The next day was the same. Though the Human continued to try and interrogate and occasionally intimidate him, the food and drink was provided without stipulation or hesitation. It was… strange.

Virgil refused to read into it. Perhaps Humans just had meals so frequently that skipping a single day would be as barbaric as weeks of starvation for Chelcerae. Maybe once the Human had enough of his noncompliance, they were going to feast on his flesh and didn’t want a stringy meal. It was impossible to know.

The generous feeding schedule was nothing, though, compared to some of the other questionable tendencies the Human had.

They traversed the grounds in and around the barn with little wariness, apparently quite confident in their ability to defend themself on the Deathworld they’d grown up on. They brushed insects and plant matter alike off their person with little care for poisons or bites.

Their body language seemed to consist of every threat display in the wayfarer guidebook, and worse, only a quarter of these threat displays seemed intentional. Virgil was constantly tense, attempting to figure out which were intended to cow him, and how to keep his own body language from worsening the damage. Any signal of terrified compliance, even the obvious tremor of his auxiliary limbs, only seemed to prompt wariness and confusion from the Human.

They’d found his helmet and immediately put it on, which had made his fuzz prickle with hope for a moment, before remembering that the reserve battery of the headset was well and truly dead. No emergency translators for the Human, and no upturns in luck for Virgil.

Maybe it was better. Even if the Human could talk to him, he would seem just as guilty for their brother’s disappearance in their eyes. It wasn’t even an accusation he could reasonably defend against; if things had gone differently, if he’d made smarter choices, maybe he could have gotten the captured Human free.

Janus would have managed it. He’d always been a quicker mind than Virgil.

It’d been three days since the Human had found him, and Virgil had barely managed to parse a handful of imperatives and nouns from someone who was basically just yelling the same things at him over and over.

“You can’t ---- the ---- ---------, you ----- --------! I ---- what I ---- and --- ----- to it!” the Human yelled, essentially proving his point. Virgil resisted the urge to let his chin drop down to his collar in exhausted resignation.

It was difficult to focus past the old pains from the fight with Leond, and the new pains from being strapped upright for days on end. Even if he could bring himself to pay closer attention, it wouldn’t make it easier to parse words he had no context for. Lator technology worked best when both parties were exchanging words, or at the very least, when there was more than one native speaker prattling on at you!

The Human inhaled to continue and then froze, prompting Virgil to slink his shoulders up slightly, something that had worked to show his non-aggression once or twice before. The Human wasn’t focused on him, though, whirling around to face the barn doors with their body rigid.

Because he’d never been good at uncertainty, Virgil flicked his heat-sensor eyes open just as another Human-sized mass reached the doors, moving in a predator’s stalk.

Well, he thought as the door creaked open, I’m screwed.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #alien au #humans are space orcs #ts virgil #ts roman #ycgb #you cant go back #my writing #writing #space au #sorry for the late posting my nap ran long #food tw

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UGH!! i fucking love your writing SO much!!! can you do cockwarming headcanons with gender neutral reader for izuku, tamaki, tokoyami, twice? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

cockwarming

warnings: cockwarming, praise, minor degradation, slight somnophilia? if you squint

includes: izuku midoriya, tamaki amajiki, tokoyami fumikage, twice, gender neutral!reader

a/n: thank you so much!!! you don’t understand how happy that made me ahehdnfof, writing this literally made me so soft :( !! also, since we’re almost at 100 followers i’m going to be doing a 100 followers special!! it’s going to be a surprise fic, and i really hope you guys like it <3

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izuku midoriya

∴ cockwarming is something the both of you enjoy equally, it’s quite relaxing. izuku will come home from a long day of hero work, taking his heavy boots off and his hero gear to climb into bed with you and slip his cock into your awaiting hole.

∴ this is the exact reason why you don’t wear underwear to bed, just so he can have easy access to you whenever he wants.

∴ the idea of cockwarming was originally something you proposed. you both lay in bed— your back to his chest, ass to pressed against his hardening length, and thighs clenching together. you were both worn out from a long day, but you were too needy to push your perverted thoughts aside.

∴ “hey... izuku.?” you call out, hoping he wasn’t sleeping yet. “yes, puppy?” he murmurs out, obviously on the verge of falling asleep. “can.. can i put your cock inside of me? it’s just that, i cant sleep and i feel so empty without you...”

∴ izuku wasn’t opposed to the idea at all, he was totally on board with it when you first proposed it to him.

∴ after that night, izuku felt hooked to the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. it was often used as a sleep aid for the both of you, he would murmur out quiet pet names towards you; effectively shushing to sleep.

∴ his hips will buck into yours every once in a while, causing you to let out silent mewls out of your mouth and low whines out of his.

tamaki amajiki

∴ he gets so flustered whenever the two of you cockwarm. i think it’s something that the two of you use to get him out of his shell.

∴ you both love to do this while watching tv on the couch, or just while cuddling to feel closer together.

∴ it easily gets lewd because of tamaki’s racing thoughts, feeling how wet and warm you are around him, how tight you squeeze him, and how you let out tiny little moans every now and then.

∴ after a while, he starts to gain a bit of confidence and slowly rolls his hips into you or bucks up into you just to tease you a bit

∴ i do believe in dom tamaki supremacy 🧍🏾‍♀️

∴ but soft dom tamaki supremacy

∴ after an intense session, he likes to stay inside of you just because of how you clench and flutter around him.

∴ i think his cock isn’t very thick, but is pretty lengthy. so, his cock delves deep inside of you causing your eyes to roll back without even having to get any friction

∴ unlike izuku, he definitely can not sleep with his cock inside of you. he thinks too much about how you feel around him, and his arousal keeps him up at night because he desperately just wants to buck his hips into you <\3

fumikage tokoyami

∴ definitely a hard dom, uses cock warming as a form of punishment

∴ has dark shadow assist him by holding you down so you don’t grind down onto him, and he’s most likely ignoring you making you a whiny mess

∴ tokoyami is 100% a brat tamer and will not put up with your attitudes, he knows how much you crave his cock and how messy you get for him. so, he takes advantage of that and sits you on his cock with no stimulation whatsoever.

∴ he will leave you split open on his cock for hours on end, any kind of movement you try making is restricted by dark shadow; arm wrapping around your waist so you’re stuck glued to tokoyami’s lap

∴ will definitely degrade you, calling you a worthless slut for even thinking about talking back and defying him. he won’t go easy either, because he feels you clenching around him the dirtier and meaner his words get.

∴ “this is what worthless little sluts get, you decided to defy me so you deserve this punishment.”

∴ he’ll pull out of you just to jerk off and finish on your stomach, not even giving you the satisfaction of taking his cock into your mouth <\3

twice

∴ he is definitely a switch oh my god

∴ you’re always the dom when it comes you guys cockwarming, teasing and praising him :(

∴ “such a good little thing, arent you?” you praise him endlessly, telling him how good he fills you up, how deep he reaches inside of you, and boy does he love it

∴ he gets all whimper-y and whiny, wanting a little more friction just to quickly get himself off

∴ “ah ah ah, you know better than that puppy,” you tease, knowing he’ll submit to you anytime you start reprimanding him

∴ he listens to you, sitting still while your head lays against his shoulder, hole quivering around him

∴ his whines get progressively louder, wanting just a little bit more from you, just a little buck of your hips, a little grind down, something

∴ you fulfill his wants, grinding down onto him just a little bit but stopping once you feel his cock throbbing inside of you; knowing he was close to his impending high

∴ you stop teasing him after you can’t take it anymore, letting him rut into you to bring you both to your highs.

∴ you feel spurt after spurt gush into your hole, filling you up. you tighten around him even more, feeling your own high overcome you.

∴ you praise him endlessly, calling him such a good boy for cumming inside of you and waiting for permission to move <3

∴ this literally has me feeling so soft for some reasonjsudhd, this was cute

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marvelslut16 · 3 years

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You’re my everything

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Synopsis: You’ve been in love with your best friend Matt since you two were kids, and you finally get the guts to confess when you’re bleeding out.

Word count: >1k (my shortest one yet)

Warnings: Angst. Blood. Mentions a gunshot wound. Mentions death. Poor writing.

A/N: I’m on season 1 of Daredevil and I love Matt so much. So I wrote this quickly when I should have been taking notes on my first lecture of the semester. Enjoy.

You had known Matt since before the accident, you were by his side for everything. He even taught you how to read braille when he got his first books. You were the first person he told about his special abilities that came along with the accident. And you were the first person he told that he was Daredevil, you were the only one he trusted enough with the secret. Of course you were scared and a part of you wanted him to stop what he was doing, but you knew Matt’s good heart and you know he had to help as many people in whatever way he can. What neither Matt nor you expected was that someone he crossed as Daredevil would take their revenge out on you.

"Matty, it'll be okay, " you promise, voice coming out horace from the screaming you had just done when you were being jumped and later shot.

"You're bleeding pretty bad, (Y/N/N)." It's the first time you're ever heard his voice shake, the gravel from the alley you’re laying in bites into your back and his knees as he rushes to be next to you.

"It's okay," your voice unintentionally coming out a lot quieter.

"No it's not, we need to get you to a hospital or something

he's panicking, you can hear it. "I'll drop you and come back as myself."

"Matty we won't make it,” you're surprised that no tears are slipping from your eyes, instead you're calm thinking about your impending death. “I won't make it."

"Don't talk like that!" he clumsily reaches for your hands. "I cant - I can't lose you."

"Matty, before I go," you cough and it gets harder to breathe. "I need to tell you something. I love you, Matthew Murdock. I always have.”

"(Y/N)-" he starts off sadly, but he's cut off by your coughing. You reach your hand up to cover your mouth, and when you pull it away you notice the blood on it. You know Matt can smell the iron of the blood, your blood.

"I've got,” you cough again, this time choking on your blood. You spit out the blood, mindful of making sure that you don’t get your blood on Matt. “Got to go Matty”.

“You can't leave me," he pleads desperately, guilt washes over your cold body as you realize that he’s going to lose yet another person he cares about.

“You- you're my everything Matt," and with those final words you slip into darkness. The last thing you see is Matt's face, if you had to choose one last thing to look at you're glad it’s him, even if he’s wearing his mask.

When you wake it's from the loud incessant beeps coming from your left. You groan and your eyes flutter open, the first thing they focus on is an older lady standing at the foot of your bed in teal scrubs. You attempt to speak but no voice comes out instead it's a broken and scratchy sound. She quickly pours you a glass of water from a pitcher beside your bed, after you

take a sip - a sip that feels as if the dessert was finally getting rain after a years long drought- you try to speak again.

“Where am I?” your voice works properly this time, if not still a little scratchy.

You're in the hospital Sweetie," her voice is chipper- too chipper, but kind nonetheless. "You got shot and lost a lot of blood. But you've got yourself an amazing husband, he hasn't left your side these three days. I know my Henry wouldn't have stayed by my side for seventy two hours straight. She finishes checking your vitals before excusing herself from your room- leaving you with your mystery husband. Now that you no longer have your nurse fussing over you you can get your first look over at him. Your mystery husband is sitting in an uncomfortable looking recliner to your right, and is none other than Matt. You smile softly at how relaxed his face looks when he's sleeping. Luckily he has no cuts on his face from his night job, the nurses would ask too many questions if he did.

“I can feel you staring,” Matt’s voice breaks the stillness of the room, the only other sound being the damn heart monitor.

“Can’t I admire my loving husband?” you tease. His cheeks turn rosy and his ears turn the same shade of red as his glasses. “Why did Sue call you my husband?”

“I- uh,” Matt clears his throat. “I had to lie to come see you.”

“Well if I could choose my fake husband, I would definitely choose you,” you give him a small smile.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Matt scoots to the edge of his seat, grabbing your right hand firmly.

“No we don’t, Matt,” you sigh trying to pull your hand from his. “I thought I was going to die, just forget what I said.”

“No!” his voice comes louder louder than he intended for such a confined and quiet space, you can tell by the way he flinches back once the word leaves his mouth. “I don’t want to forget. I love you too, (Y/N), so much. You’re my everything too.”

He starts to lean forward and you lean up, your lips meeting in the middle. His lips are chapped and you can tell that he’s been worrying his bottom lip these past three days. He confidently slips his tongue into your mouth and explores the foreign space, you moan lowly into his mouth which earns a chuckle from the doorway. You and Matt quickly pull away, Matt’s face turning a deep pink again, while you feel your neck heat in embarrassment.

“Are we interrupting something?” Foggy smirks leaning against the doorjamb, and Karen is behind him holding a get well soon balloon in the shape of a band aid.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n #daredevil #marvel #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction

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