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corroded-hellfire · 2 months

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Fic request idea baby: what about Eddie with a gf who used to have an ED but she's doing better now but he notices that she's starting to relapse like skipping meals and he brings it up to her and just angst to fluff

+ Hey if ur taking requests:

what about if Effie's gf randomly stops changing in front of him like she's getting into pj and she goes to the bathroom and then starts asking for the lights to be off during sex and he's super confused and asks her about it and basically angst bc she's trying to hide it but may be she had a slip during ED recovery?

+ Hi lovie a lil request! What about Eddie with a gf whose in eating disorder recovery like she used to struggle but it's been a few years since then and she's don't just fine but he notices she's starting to relapse?

These three requests seemed to overlap just perfectly. The beautiful and talented @munson-blurbs was kind enough to write these with me so go shower her with all the love 💚

Warnings: eating disorders, body image issues, relapse struggles. Please, if you want or need to talk to somebody, I'm always here.

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You’re fairly certain you’re living on the sun’s surface.

Logic would say that you haven’t left Hawkins, but the temperature outside begs to differ.

“Christ, it’s like 1,000 degrees in here,” Eddie mumbles, cracking open a cold can of Pepsi and taking a swig. He plants a kiss on your forehead, careful not to disturb your reading.

You smile but keep your nose buried in the bridal magazine Nancy had bought for you. Page after page of wedding dresses had you swimming in a sea of white, each more beautiful—and expensive—than the last.

Oh, well. At least it would give you an idea of what to look for at your bridal appointment in a few weeks.

What truly caught your eye was an article tucked towards the back of the magazine. Its title boldly declares, “Shedding for the Wedding: Lose that Weight and Look Great!”

You shouldn’t read it. It’ll only upset you, only bring back the bad thoughts and routines and restrictions that you’d fought so hard to overcome. And yet you’re drawn to it, eyes scanning each fad diet for one that might help you.

No. Yes. No. Yes. Put the magazine down. Stop reading the diet tips and comparing yourself to the models.

But they’re so pretty and so skinny. If Eddie saw them, he might not even want to marry you anymore. Not when he saw how beautiful women were supposed to look in wedding dresses.

Maybe losing a few pounds wouldn’t hurt. One diet couldn’t be so bad. It would be temporary, just until the wedding.

It was totally fine.

“What are we thinking for dinner tonight, babe?” Eddie rifles through the pantry and pulls out two boxes of pasta. “We have bowties and rigatoni. I’m personally more of a bowtie man myself, but it’s your call.”

You shake your head. “I’m good. Just gonna have some soup.” Reaching around him, you pluck a can of Progresso off of the shelf.

“Soup?” Eddie wrinkles his nose in confusion. “It’s hotter than Satan’s tits outside.”

You shrug, trying to play it off casually. “Period craving.”

“You’re not on your period.”

“Well, PMS.”

Something nags at you—if you have to hide your new soup diet from your husband-to-be, maybe it’s not a good idea. Maybe you should put the can away and make pasta instead. But then you remember those gorgeous models, so svelte and sculpted and perfect.

Soup it is.

It’s harder to ignore the problem as more symptoms of the illness start to return. The first time you’d gathered up your pajamas and taken them into the bathroom with you, Eddie just assumed you were going to take a shower. When you emerged with bone-dry hair not two minutes later, he was puzzled. But he didn’t say anything, not wanting to come across as overprotective or overbearing. Maybe there was some simple excuse and he didn’t want to make you feel like you have to answer to him about every little thing.

Eddie can’t ignore that there’s a problem anymore when you slip back into one of your old habits that has always broken his heart. Sex was now lights off and you kept your shirt on. Eddie wanted to see every part of you, touch every part of you. He was going to be your husband and the fact that you didn’t want him to see this part of you—that he has made very clear in the past that he fucking loves—disheartens him.

Stress begins to build up within Eddie. He feels like he’s toeing the line because he doesn’t want to sound accusatory, but he also knows something is going on with you. And he has a pretty good idea of what it is. You try to hide how you pinch at your stomach and thighs, but he sees. The way you measure your wrists with your fingers all throughout the day. He wonders if you even realize you’re doing it, or if it’s reflexive at this point.

Though you never mention it, you always have your green journal around the kitchen. Eddie respects your privacy enough not to go through it, but reaching for the keys over your shoulder one evening he notices that you’re making a list of what you’ve eaten that day. His stomach sinks as yet another familiar pattern emerges from the days when your disorder was at its worst. Your fiancé is coming closer to his breaking point and he still doesn’t know what to do or even who to go to about this.

The final straw though is when you turn down girls’ night with Nancy and Robin at the Cheesecake Factory. You lived for nights out with your two best friends. They knew you almost as well as Eddie did though, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down at a restaurant with them and bullshit your way out of not eating a proper meal like you should.

Eddie knows now he has to say something. Anything, really. When you walk out of your shared bedroom in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, Eddie chews on his bottom lip as he mentally prepares for the conversation he knows needs to happen.

The moment you sit down on the couch, Eddie sits next to you. You reach for the remote but your hand doesn’t even make it to the piece of plastic before Eddie speaks.

“Can we, um, talk?”

“About what?” you ask, sitting back against the couch cushions.

Your fiancé leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He rubs his hands together and his tongue pokes out of his pouty pink lips like it does whenever he’s concentrating on something.

“I’m worried about you, babe,” he finally says. “You’re not yourself.”

Eddie doesn’t miss the way you reflexively shrink in on yourself.

“I’m just stressed with wedding stuff,” you say.

“That’s why you didn’t hang out with Nancy and Robin?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Mhm.”

“And all the pinching and not eating and not wanting me to see you naked? Is that because of wedding stress, too?”

You turn away from him and pull your knees to your chest, but he moves to face you again. “Baby, I know something’s wrong. And the last time I saw you like this, it was because…”

“I told you, I’m fine,” you snap. “I’m just stressed. Maybe if you spent more time helping me plan and less time planning stupid campaigns for a game you played back in high school, you’d understand.”

The accusation is unfair, and you know it. Sure, you’ve been doing most of the planning, but he’s been there every step of the way.

Eddie winces at your harsh tone. He looks like he has a rebuttal but gives up after a moment “Fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

Guilt from your outburst wracks your body and holds sleep hostage. After tossing and turning for a little while, you hear soft cries coming from Eddie’s side of the bed.

“Eds?” Your heart leaps into your chest. “What’s going on?” You give him a hug from behind, latching on like a koala to a tree trunk until he turns to face you.

Even in the darkness, you can see the way his eyes shine with tears. “I know you relapsed and…and I don’t know what to do,” he manages through his sobs. “I don’t know how to help, so I just stand there like a goddamn idiot, but I can’t keep pretending like nothing’s wrong! I can’t keep pretending that you’re not hurting yourself!”

He knew. The whole time you thought you’d been protecting him from the truth, and he knew.

You wipe at his cheeks, feeling the moisture on your palms. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head. “‘S not your fault, I know it’s not, but…you need to get help for this. I can’t lose my girl.” He presses his lips to your forehead and lets them linger there, holding you as tightly as he can. “Please. Please.”

No. You need to lose weight. You need to look good; no, perfect in your dress. All eyes are going to be on you, and you can’t show a single flaw.

The argument sits on your tongue, defensiveness ready to spring into action. But then you see his brokenness, his vulnerability as he unabashedly wears his heart on his sleeve.

Skinny. Skinnier. Skinniest.

But then—Eddie.

Eddie, who laid his heart out for you. Who let down the walls he’d spent years building just so he could receive your love. Who felt your pain despite your best attempts to shield him from it.

Maybe you weren’t ready to get better for yourself, but until you were, you could do it for him.

You nod, pulling back and kissing him softly. “I will. I promise. First thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll wake you up the moment the sun rises.”

At this, you have to let out a small laugh. “The therapy clinic doesn’t open until nine.”

Eddie cradles your face in his calloused palms, leaning in to gently kiss your nose. “Then I’ll wake you up at nine.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #request

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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Dirty Games

Pairing: Russian Professor! Yelena x College Student! Reader

Summary:After seeing your Professor, Yelena, at the bar with Professor Bishop you get a little jealous, so you pick up a random girl to make your favourite Professor jealous because you know she can’t do anything while she’s with a work colleague.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!, Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Strap on Use, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink | 1.1K

Translations:Detka (baby), Printsessa (princess), Папочка (daddy),

AC:Been a while in the making, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy this xx @tonbelova25

October Special Masterlist

As Yelena sits with her work colleague, Kate, she can't help but watch as you grind and dance with another girl completely zoning out from whatever Kate is saying. "Yelena, Yelena! Did you hear what I just said?" Kate's voice breaks Yelena's focus on you, "What are you staring at anyway?" the brunette adds. Her eyes trying to follow Yelena's to see what on earth had her full attention.

"What? I, I'm not staring at anything, what were you saying?" Yelena lightly shakes her head before taking a mouthful of her drink, taking in another look of you from across the room.

"It doesn't matter" Kate chuckles, "When's this holiday you've been planning?" she asks to change the conversation from work.

After watching you mess around for way too long, Yelena decides she can't take it any longer, seeing what's hers dance all over someone else. You're just about to take it to the next level and kiss the stranger when a hand wraps around your wrist and drags you away.

You look up to see a very angry blonde Russian Professor, as she drags you into the nearest bathroom. When inside she pushes you up against the door as she locks it, "you've been a bad girl, detka! Grinding all over that thing out there, what am I going to do with you hmm?" She says in a possessive tone. You let out a whimper to which she smirks knowing that she has you right where she wants you.

As she stares at you intently and licks her lips, you mumble "I'm sorry, daddy."

"What was that printsessa?" Yelena asked to tease you.

You look in her eyes and then down to her lips "I said I'm sorry, daddy" you repeated. Yelena shook her head, "I don't think you are, how many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me huh?" she replied before crashing her lips against yours, kissing you roughly as little moans left your throat. Her hands wonder down to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to her if that was even possible.

"Jump detka" she husks out.

You jump slightly, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her shoulders as she starts to leave her remark the dark marks that she left on your neck only days before all while she elicited moans out of you. Yelena's hands move to your ass squeezing it as you start to grind on her waist feeling her strap that only turns you on even more, you plead with her "please daddy."

The blonde pulls back, smirking at you, "please what detka? What do you want?" she asks, once more just to tease you.

"Fuck me, Папочка please! I need you"

Yelena's smirk only grew at the title you called her, "somebody has been doing their homework" she mumbled before her lips pressed against your neck once more as she placed you comfortably on the countertop of the public bathroom. "Stop teasing, please!" you begged while your Professor's hands slid up your dresses, brushing your thighs up and down while her lips explored your neck to your jawline back to your lips, "say it again" she whispered.

Feeling your soaked pussy clench around nothing, you wasted no time giving into her. "Please Папочка, fuck me! I need you so bad" you begged, watching her eyes ever so slightly light up at your pathetic state. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her fingers brush over your clothed pussy, "I've barely touched you and you're this wet?" Yelena almost chuckles as she pulls your panties down, you can't help but pull her closer, kissing her deeply before she works on releasing her strap on from her pants.

Muffled moans escaped the deepening kiss when you felt the tip of the fake cock slide up and down between your folds, using your arousal as a lubricant. A loud knock is heard on the door, "hurry up in there! Some of us need to pee!" a stranger calls out to which is only ignored by your moans as Yelena slides her strap inside your pussy, your walls already clenching around her.

"F-fuck!" you moaned, "so big!" you added as you took her inch by inch.

"I know printsessa, I brought a new one" Yelena replied, watching as your pussy sucked her length in, "god, look how needy you are! I bet that tramp out there doesn't get you this wet and needy huh?" Yelena added as she looked up at you to see you already nodding at her words, "only you daddy!" you replied.

Another loud banging on the bathroom door could be heard, Yelena turned her head as if she could see whoever was behind the door, "fuck off!" she yelled over the voice coming from the other side. Her anger sent a throb to your core before she began to thrust into you, pulling the toy out to the tip before pushing herself fully back inside you. She muffled your moans with her lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she helped you grind yourself on her strap.

"Maybe I should let that little whore you were dancing with come in here and show her who you belong too!" Yelena pulled back from your lips wanting to see how well you took her. A rather louder mouth left your lips at the thought which caused your Professor to smirk, "you like that? You want people to just how fucking wet you are for me huh? How well this pretty pussy takes my cock?" She teased knowing you loved the thought.

"Y-Yes daddy!" you moaned, throwing your head back leaving your neck fully exposed for Yelena to cover with her lips but instead you felt her thumb land on your clit. "Maybe I should unlock this door and let the whole night club know you're daddy's little slut!" she thrusted into you faster while her thumb worked tight circles around your clit.

"Daddy!! G'nna cum!" you rocked your body back and forth to match her thrusts.

"Not until you tell me who you belong to detka!" your professor replied, running her tongue over her lips.

"You! I b-belong to you!"

"I can't hear you detka, what was that?" Yelena teased with a smirk, her actions speeding up. You were unable to control your moans, your release the edge, "P-please!" you begged.

"Say it again" Yelena demanded.

"I'm y-yours!" you moaned loudly, "I'm only yours d-daddy!" you broke, unable to hold your orgasm any longer, you came around her strap. Luckily for you, your professor wasn't mad about you not waiting for her permission, instead she wrapped her arms around you and held you close as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your high. "I don't ever want to see you throwing yourself at somebody else ever again" Yelena spoke softly into your ear as you came down from your high.

You couldn't help but smirk at her words knowing that your little game worked, you got what you wanted and you'd do it again without a second thought.

#fanfiction #yelena belova #marvel #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova smut #Russian Professor! Yelena #Kinktober #black widow

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blue-slxt · 9 months

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Our Song Cord Masterlist

Pairing: AgedUp!Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Word Count: 30.6k (completed)

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Cheating? (depends on how you look at it), Making Out, Nipple Play, Fingering, Oral (M and F receiving), Heat Cycle, Masturbation, Smut, P in V, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Knotting, Reader Making Poor Life Decisions, Kiri Being the Best, Angst, Misunderstandings, Mentions of Pregnancy, Angst, Labor, Birth, Mentions of Death, Fluff, Soft Domestic Neteyam, Mentions of Breeding

Summary: There was no one in the clan as close as you and Neteyam. You had been joined at the hip practically since birth. So it shocks everyone when it's announced that Neteyam is intended to mate with someone else. You're happy for him, but things start to get complicated when you both decide to help each other learn how to please your future mates.

A/N: This is my first time making a series masterlist like this so I'm still kinda finding my footing with the formatting so go easy on me. But the inspiration for this fic came purely out of the blue and hit me like a truck. I couldn't stop thinking about it so here it is. The title "Our Song Cord" is supposed to be a play on "Our Song" by Taylor Swift. In my mind, song cords are like a physical playlist of somebody's life so basically every chapter will be titled after a song or a line from a song so that the whole story is like a playlist of their story. I hope that makes sense lol. Nobody does this kind of thing better than @teyamsatan though. (She's a queen and you should definitely be checking out her work 👀) And all credit for the adult Neteyam pic goes to @cinetrix (Another amazing creator)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Just an Ordinary Day

Chapter 2: Can't Help Falling

Chapter 3: What About The Way We Kiss The Same?

Chapter 4: Nobody Gets Out of Love Alive

Chapter 5: If The World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right?

Chapter 6: Like I've Never Seen The Sky Before

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mizusnose · 4 months

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Sweet Dark

Reincarnation au,, partially inspired by @libbyfandom whose own mizu x reader reincarnation au had me in tears—thanks for writing it! Also heavily inspired by To Someone From A Warm Climate by Hozier

Summary: Mizu dealing with the aftermath of reader’s death and coming to terms with losing you, then having you again in the modern world.

“But it happened easy darling, as natural as another leg around you in the bed”

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Hot blood stained Mizu’s fingers, her wrists, her arms and shoulders where you laid against her. She pressed you to her chest, a child crying in her mother’s breast. A silent cry, none at all.

“Ringo! Get me my cape.” Mizu’s throat was raw, a scream that carried too long. A broken wing mid flight, a bloody landing.

Ringo hurried over, the blood soaked snow crunching beneath his feet. Mizu felt unfocused as she looked down at you, a limp thing in her arms. Something she’d had nightmares about, a dream untethered and untrue, one you’d help her come down from when she gasped awake in the middle of the night. Her sobs a broken noise.

Now, it’s not a dream—it’s real.

Mizu scoops you up, can barely feel the warmth within your chest now that most of it had been lost from the blood lost.

“No no no no no—please, no, no!”

Her front was soaked in your blood. A smell that would faster leave her nose than her own death. One Mizu would wake from, even months after she’d buried you tucked away in Kohama, against the tree line where she’d learned how to fight.

Not enough to fight for you, but a memory nenotheless.

Mizu considered herself someone who didn’t care. About herself, about the world, about anyone—and yet..

The night Ringo had to tear your cold body from Mizu was the start. She hadn’t slept. Waited instead for the sun to rise above the pines, a rustling of a bird in the distance, eyes unfocused.

The nights after that just got worse. Mizu couldn’t sleep. When she would, she’d wake up, hands carrying your frame, your head, your limp arms—and realize her embrace would be empty. A dream put to shame.

She’d went back to Kohama. Try to recenter. Try to train. Try to heal.

Yet, as she’d lay down on the soft of the dirt in the absence of the fire, she’d shiver—a desperate wracking thing. She’d shake and her legs move, seeking out warmth. A heat from somebody rather than something.

Met with coldness, a deep quiet, an empty space.

Mizu didn’t sleep much at all if she could help it. Knew she’d resent the coldness only winter brings. What it meant to lose so much warmth from the loss of you.

She never truly got over it. Even after her life was gone and she’d been born again in the world renewed. She’d never been able to swallow around the lack of it: warmth of the bed from you.

So when she did have you again, everything and every part of you, it was worse than ever losing you.

Maybe because it was the joy that came with relearning it: your shaking against her body from the cool sheets, a duvet holding no heat. She’d pull the blankets over your both. Your face pressed against her neck—the same place you’d breathed your last exhale.

“Not used to the cold?” She’d chuckle.

“Nope,” You’d say, enamored by her, her her, “From a warm climate’s why.”

“You’ll get used to it.” And she’d press her body to yours as if to say see? i told you, see? I can protect you here, see? see?

Mizu wished she could express it all. The way all her dreaming had been put to shame, an instinct that was embedded in her: the cold lake water of her heart boiled over.

She’d think: what an innate primal thing it is to be loved. To experience a bed, warmed by someone you’d lost—someone found again.

And, as if in a dream again, she’d hold you and wake in surprise to see you there: alive, hers.

hers.

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Hozier’s lyrics = the standard. title from savannah brown’s poetry book of the same name.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #fanfiction #reincarnation #death #hozier inspired work

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incorrect-riordanverse · 7 months

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finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

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wangxianficfinder · 3 months

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Fic Finder

Feb 6th

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1. Hi!

I've been watching your content for a while and I really liked it, so I would like you to please help me find a fic.

This fic is a One shot with a/b/o theme (wwx omega LWJ alpha) where wwx lived a "house" for omegas (where he is a friend of mm) and they "borrow" it for prince Lwj, Lxc ( alpha) is the emperor and JGY (omega) is his partner.

In Gusu, omegas are not considered for cultivation, however, wwx doesn't care much about that and there is a scene where he along with LWJ fight in a cave with a monster. The final scene of the one shot occurs when WWX runs away from Gusu to the beach, LWJ follows him because they promised to visit the sea one day together.

the wangxian relationship is slow and with lwj's problems to express his feelings 😓

I would appreciate your help, if you need more information, I will gladly try to remember more things😊 and sorry for the grammar, my native language is not English (google translator)

FOUND? Rattling our cages by danegen (E, 69k, wangxian, A/B/O, but like polite, Slow Burn, Pining while fucking, so much hair combing, WWX has a vagina, POV WWX, no yin iron or wars or plot really, Canon Era, spiders--see the notes, Spanish Translation Available)

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2. Heya! Can y'all help me find a fic?

The part of the plot i remember is that WWX uses an array to erase himself and the wens from the memory of the cultivation world. The array stops one day, and a bunch of people go to the burial mounds to see what's up. It was on ao3, probably.

and that's ~all i remember~

a nice fic but not the one i remember. pretty sure wwx was hiding in the burial mounds with the wens. thanks for this fic tho!

NOT FOUND! Second Summer by Anonymous (M, 152k, WangXian, canon, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Mystery, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Curses, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, somebody lives/somebody else dies, Golden Core Reveal, canon-typical lack of lube, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

NOT FOUND! you've heard that melody before by Stratisphyre (M, 66k, wangxian, JL & LSZ & LJY, JC/WQ, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, POV Multiple, Multiple Canon Character Deaths, Depictions of depression, Light Dom/sub, Not Everyone Dies AU, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics)

FOUND? Run Off The World by Sapphire_Roses (M, 271k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, WIP, Not Everyone Dies AU, Canon Divergence, Wen Remnants Live, Flashbacks, YLLZ WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei Sect, Sect Leader WWX, Married WangXian, OCs, POV Outsider, Morally Grey Characters, (Do Take That Tag Seriously), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Developing Friendships, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Gusu Siblings Feels, Sibling Bonding, Pining, Character Study, Tenderness, Mild Smut, POV Alternating, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Minor Character Death)

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3. Hi, i was looking for a fic i think i found in your blog? It was a wip and it was something along the line of wwx as yilling patriarch and the sects sent lan wangji for tribute. But they already knew each other.

I remember this one scene where lan wangji finds bunnies inside the burial mounds but wwx captures them to eat and lwj is sad.

I don't remember the title or anything because i think i directly clicked the link and started reading but then i forgot to bookmark it and lost the link.

Please help me find it, i really wanna know what happened next.🙏😔

FOUND? The Jade Bride by lanwangjibo (Not rated, 16k, wangxian, WIP, Pining LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Misunderstandings, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Fluff and Angst, WQ Lives, Wēn Remnants Live, LSZ is a Wēn, WWX is Bad at Feelings, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, SS Being an Asshole, Pining WWX, Hurt LWJ, BAMF WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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4. fic finder request! looking for two fics that i can't seem to locate in my bookmarks - A) in the first one, sizhui (and the rest of the juniors?) somehow reach through time and rescue wwx (i think dead in present time), bringing him into their present! in the process they create a lot of trouble, due to the power expended and released, i believe they turned a mountain into a crater or something.

B) the second fic I'm looking for takes place during the sunshot campaign, when baoshan sanren decides to join the fight and intervenes. she restores both jc and wwx's cores, by reaching back into time and removing jc's core right before it's melted by wzl, she also returns wwx's core from jc's to wwx's body. she does this in her tent, which is also a dimension travel portal or something which iirc links back to her home on the mountain.

thank you very much!! @potatokunst

4A)

FOUND! Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

4B)

FOUND! Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women) Baoshan Sanren return Jiang Cheng's core from the past in chapter 4

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5. hi! gosh, i have had this fic stuck in my head for the past weeks but for the life of me, i just cannot remember the name. i really hope you can help me find it!

the fic is about how modern wei wuxian is a researcher/scientist and he got his hands on a shady book written by baoshan sanren, accidentally triggers a talisman/array and somehow being transported into the wuxia version and it involves the people who died coming back to life and they all watch/read the past and it just sort of becomes one big therapy session.

i think i remember there being a part in the fic where modern wei wuxian mentions transferring/donating his organ to modern jiang cheng in reference to how og wei wuxian transfered his gold core to og jiang cheng.

and also a part where it was mention that for modern wei wuxian, it was madam yu who found and brought him back to the jiang family to be raised and not sect leader jiang; also it was implied that the modern jiang family is actually a loving happy family in contrast to the sort of dysfunctional og one because modern wei wuxian address's madam yu and sect leader jiang as mother and father.

i wish i could remember more, i hope this would be enough to go on. please help me and thank you so much in advance! @lilith--14

I believe this fic has been deleted but please correct me if I'm wrong - Mod C

FOUND? Yes the fic was deleted. It's "Loving Future, Distant Past" by yareyarejojosan. Here is a link to a folder that contains all of the author's fics

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6. For a fic finder, there was this nsfw kinda darkji (probably pwp) fic that haunts me and might have been deleted, becaused i’ve searched in every way I know how: (post?)canon, wwx can’t get hard anymore for some reason. He is embarrassed to admit it to lwj, who then calms him and says it’s normal and that he doesn’t use it for much anyway. Turns out lwj was the one who started and keeps giving him the tea for impotence. The lan doctors are in on this(?) Thanks if anyone can identify this one!

I don’t think 6 on the last fic finder was it (still a delishiously dark-ish rec, thank you!), it was (probably) a shorter pwp and not modern

NOT FOUND You Sing of Thanatos; I Hear Only Eros by kanonkita (E, 39k, WangXian, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dark!LWJ, Mild Horror, Omorashi, Tentacles, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Non-Consensual Body Modification, soft pillow talk, Hurt/Comfort, non-consensual emotional healing, Panic Attacks, Wetting, Body Horror, Impotence, Magic, Anal Sex, PIV Sex, Mpreg, Mild Suicidal Ideation, Voyeurism, PWP, Angst, nonconsensual medical treatment)

FOUND? Succumbing to His unconditional love? by MurderRose (E, 2k, wangxian, mildly dom/sub, WWX's floppy little cock, the trials of being utterly loved, LWJ can be a tiny bit dark as a treat, opt in or opt out at your will, its almost invisibly mild, a lil bit of humiliation)

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7. Hello (✿◠‿◠) hope you having a good day! This is for the fic finder, I've been looking for this fic where after his death wwx comes back as a rabbit, it has a glossary at the start for words/terms the rabbits use, I think? I really hope this is enough to go form!

FOUND! Dignity and Animality by quick_cat_tl (G, 31k, WangXian, Watership Down, u know the one with the political/philosophical bunnies, Reincarnation, Lapine language, Rabbit!WWX, Sunny Angst, Pining) Hi, number 7 is probably „Dignity and Animality“ by Anielka. Unfortunately, it seems to be deleted on AO3. / For #7, I remember reading "Dignity and Animality!" When I click the link for it (from the wangxianficrecs tumblr), it redirects to Dignity and Animality by quick_cat_tl - maybe the author changed their AO3 handle? / The question about #7 - I copied the link for the current posting for that story and then took it into the wayback machine where that same link does pull up the story being underneath the original name mentioned back in 2021, so it was a name change and not a repost.

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8. I’m looking for a fic, one chapter, Lan Wangji is a teacher in Cloud Recesses. He takes Wei Wuxian to the Jingshi and it’s implied that he told Wei Wuxian he’d not tell anyone what Wei Wuxian had done so long as Wei Wuxian let him fuck him.

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9. Hi! I hope you can help me find this. All I can remember is that WWX fell asleep in the cold spring and I think Lwj or Lqr saw his body few hours later and wwx is cold as if he is already dead.

FOUND? 🔒 Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

FOUND? Warmth by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Hypothermia, Fluff, Kinda, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm)

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10. Hi! Your work on this blog is absolutely amazing! For fic finder, I've been searching for a fic I read awhile ago. It's post-canon. WWX is traveling and writing to LWJ, but letters stop coming. LWJ searches and finds that to prevent a creature from preying on a local child, WWX took it on himself but to prevent the curse from hurting anyone else, he's hiding in a cave, constantly drinking to dull the effects.

FOUND? Fire in the Blood by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (M, 20k, wangxian, First Time, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, hurt/comfort themes)

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11. Hey I read a book recently, in there, there was a scene where, wwx was protecting someone? Or someone was protecting wwx? By standing on one side of fire and the attackers/i think it was jins or someone on the other side of fire. The scene was fierce. They were like us against the world type of scene. Do u know this fic? @constellationdks

#11 for recent fic finder here, thnx for the rec but it's not the one. The one I'm looking for is quite long, I think it was more than 30 or 40k. Also the scene wasn't with a yuan.

I know number 11 and I'm trying to search for it. It's wwx holding a-yuan in his arms in an alleyway when they are attacked by the jin. The premise has something to do with that strength parents get when defending their children? 🤔 let me get back to you!

NOT FOUND Hysterical Strength by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 3k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Parent WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Everybody Lives/Nobody dies) Wwx is out one evening with a-yuan when he is ambushed by the jin.

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12. Fic finder please! 🙏

This would be a hybrid/warprize LWJ where he was a bunny hybrid and WWX was a snake. WRH has LWJ shipped off to WWX, who ends up helping him and eventually gets him reunited with LXC.

I remember there was art of LWJ and rabbits bc WWX was trying to help him calm down. I’ve read this sometime last year and can’t find it anywhere! 😭😭

FOUND! 山水盆景 (Shānshuǐ Pénjǐng) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (M, 64k, WangXian, warprize AU warprize lwj, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Vers WangXian, Top WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Animal Traits, Non-ABO Universe, Snake Demon Lord WWX, Animal Traits, Hand Jobs, Seduction, Found Family, Wedding In The Cloud Recesses, Handfasting In The Cold Spring Cave, Alternate 3Zun, Alternative Sunshot Campaign, Hinted Future ChenLi, YZY is a better mother, JYL Is Not A Wilting Wallflower, empowerment, Side-Character Cameos, Rabbit Sanctuary In The Burial Mounds, Cutest Little Bun MXY, Accidental Child Acquisition, Child MXY)

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13. (First part added to itmf) But I’m looking for a modern au were even though jc’s family is rich they don’t give wwx and jc pocket money and they were hungry in front of a bakery? And wwx used the « orphan in the street card » and lwj bought him food

I don’t know if it’s the same one but I think at some point wwx bought lwj home while he was drunk and waited for lxc to come pick him up and jc saw them talking on the couch and he thought they were dating (they weren’t together yet)

ANYWAY thank you for everything ✨✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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14. Hi! for the fic finder please, there was a fic where lz read on a book abt the hannaki disease and he thought it beautiful so he started choking himself on gentian flowers to imitate the feeling @cocoaphil

FOUND? the sweet scent of their tragedy by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 23k, WangXian, Angst, Cultivation Sect Politics, Depression, Hanahaki Disease, Language of Flowers, Love Confessions, Manipulation, Marriage, Mental Health Issues, Pining, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Rumors, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Whump, Self-Harm, Bittersweet, Self-Blame, Canon-Typical Violence, Blanket Permission, Morally Gray LWJ)

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15. Hello, I am looking for a fic I read some time ago (it could be a few years). I think it was post-canon, Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian were together. LWJ gets cursed and the only thing he has in mind is killing WWX (since he sees him only as the big bad Yiling Laozu). At the end, WWX pretends LWJ killed him and the curse is lifted. It was posted on ao3. Thank you for your hard work! And have a great day!

I think I remember this fic! It starts out with WWX accidentally cursing LWJ with a talisman while they were in the jingshi and ends with WWX running to the burial mounds, finding out there are people who worship him living there, and he uses the incense burner to trick LWJ into thinking he killed him to break the curse, right? I can't recall the name though - Mod C

FOUND? all the broken things that I made by ilip13 (E, 43k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Lovers To Enemies, (then back to lovers I'm not a monster), Dubcon Kissing, Dubious Consent, But mostly not in the way you might expect - see notes for details, Explicit Sexual Content, Bondage, Flirting, Competence Kink) might be this? I haven't read it yet, but the summary sounds like what they are looking for!

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16. Okay I could have easily dreamt this up but I could have sworn there was a fic where either LWJ or WWX was in a orchestra and his band mates thought he was married to wen qing because she was the one to always bring a Yuan to him after school or something only to think he was cheating when his actual husband comes by pls tell me I didn't dream this

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17. Hi! im sorry i lost a fic and i need help. It was an old wangxian fic, where LXC He's emperor (?) and LWJ is engaged to WWX, in this fic they get married and there are problems with the marriage because LWJ was a little bad during their engagement, since they were children. WWX was always trying to get his attention until one day he gave up. In the fic there is a part where Su She shoots WWX with an arrow and LWJ punishes him in some way.I remember it was also a Tumblr AU that later become a fic

NOT FOUND! rebuttable presumption by @sarah-yyy

NOT FOUND! Burning Bridges by Keysmashed (E, 12k, wangxian, arranged marriage, misunderstandings, pining, angst w/ happy ending, family drama, swordfighting, non-graphic smut, emotional rollercoaster, love confessions, everyone lives au) it’s probably not this one because su she is not in it and it’s not royalty but wx are engaged and wy does give up so even if it’s not you might like it

FOUND! permissive presumption by sarahyyy (G, 7k, WangXian, Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings) could also be permissive presumption by sarahyyy, on AO3, which is an AU of the author's fic on tumblr

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18. Hi! This is for fic finder. WWX is killed by SMS in sunshot campaign. He then resurected years later by MXY in JGS order. WWX and LWJ fight together. WWX hand is blackened i think. JGS refused to tell WWX what is MXY wish is. In last chapter, JGS is killed by JGY or Madam Jin and WWX is free from the curse. I think JGS death is because of NHS plot i think. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

Hi! I'am #18 from the latests fic finder. I want to add some details. Not much but i hope someone can recognize it. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi was sent to Qishan either as a hostage or indocrination. In there, everytime they are punished, Wen Ning and Wen Yuan help them to make the punishment lighter. Sometimes they warned Jin Ling, Lan Jingyi, and other junior everytime other wen sect member (the one that didnt hesitate to punush them harshly) nearby. I think Wen Qing too help everytime the punishment is so harsh that caused injury, she make them stay in infirmary where they are safe

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19. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where mxy and wwx are a couple who take lwj home for a night in a modern AU. The beginning talks about how mxy and wwx looked so similar that when they first met they were worried they were related. Lwj is on the verge of being in love w/ wwx, but he’s hesitant to act on it bc of the relationship between wwx & mxy. Once he’s in bed with them there’s a line about red satin sheets for special guests. It’s such a specific premise but I couldn’t find it on ao3😭

FOUND? you and me alone by plonk (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, MXY/LJW/WWX, modern)

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20. looking for a fic from a prev ff or itmf, modern au, college/research lab? setting, abo dynamics. wwx and lwj participate in some scientific research study and get together in the process. iirc they are not in the same yr at college. i didnt manage to save it then but really want to read it, please help!!

NOT FOUND Pairfire by PaidSubscription (E, 65k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, JC/NHS, WQ/MM, JYL/JZX, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Relationships 101, Getting Together, First Time, Explicit Consent, Bordering on Kink Levels of Communication, Elements of Assigned-ish Marriage-ish, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, A/B/O With a twist, Because Cultivators CHOOSE Their Gender During This Course, After Trying Out All Three, It’s a Three Course Meal and WangXian’s Gender Acceptance is the Dessert, But Horny Pining is the Main Meal and the Most of the Snacks, Bottom LWJ, Bossy Bottom/Henpecked Top Energy, Everyone is over 21, Gender Choice Raises Issues for Most But I Promise Happy Endings + Everyone Comfy in Their Own Skin, Side Couple Aro/Ace/Agender Storylines)

FOUND! 🔒 I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JYL/JZX, hualian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Public Claiming, Good Parent LQR, Alpha YZY, Good Parent YZY, Family Feels, Fluff, Romance, Aftermath of Violence, Slice of Life, Modern, College/University, BAMF WWX, Soft Wangxian, Barebacking, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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precious-little-scoundrel · 6 months

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IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

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“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

#Elvis blurbs #trash magic #TM asks #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #blurbs #my blurbs #elvis fanfic #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fic #elvis presley smut #elvis presley fan fic #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presely smut

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sweetaliencheeks · 11 months

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M A S T E R L I S T

JUST THE TWO:

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.

THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.

THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?

THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY

There’s an unexpected package at your door.

THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.

THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.

THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.

THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?

THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…

THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.

THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.

THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!

THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?

THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…

THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?

THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

Julia Roberts would be so jealous…

THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

After you’ve died, any moment is good.

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

What song are you?

WITH THE GUARDIANS

THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.

THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…

So I followed the advice of my lovely readers and finally got around to do a masterlist so it’s easier to find everything! Let me know if I forgot anything. I was actually surprised by how many fics I have written over the years, and I want to say how grateful I am for your support and kind words 🤍

Also, I want to precise that although some of the titles contain the pronouns “she/her”, the fics are mostly gender neutral. I’ll get around to fix the titles eventually!

Keep rocking you beautiful space babies

#rocket x reader #fanfic #gotg fic #gotg vol 1 #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #gotg x reader #gotg2 #masterlist

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littledollll · 1 year

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Breeding kink with Luci 👀 creative reign bby

One hell of a welcome

Lucifer x champion!reader

A/n: for context Angels are genderless, and they can freely shift between sex as they please, I stand by my statement. Dicks are hard to write about.

Warnings: kinda silly with a lil dark? Reader has a Harley Quinn personality in the beginning and likes being gory, Lucifer loving that, breeding kink, praise, degradation, powerbottom Lucifer, daddy Lucifer?, throne room sex, ooc Lucifer? bc fuck it (literally), dirty talk, kinda mean dom!lucifer, exhibitionism

Beelzebub really needed to give up on challenging you.

Up til now you have rejected the idea of a fight but recently the idea of making a proposal the next time he did seemed just too sweet, you didn’t think the prideful idiot would agree, neither did Lucifer in all honesty, when they challenged you this time after they set their same prize “if I win, you serve me instead of Lucifer” as if you worked for them? You agreed regardless, just for the amusement of it. “You know what I’m in a humbling mood, I’ll do it! but when I win, you give me your third part of hell, and maybe your skull.” You sounded amused, which was just a little concerning for the demon challenging you.

Lucifer cracked a very proud smile, it sure would be lovely to rule along your side officially, maybe your get rid of Azazel together too. “Are we sure that’s even allowed-“ Beelzebub looked around the room, waiting for somebody to say you couldn’t. Waiting for Lucifer or Azazel to defend him but all he got was a head tilt from Lucifer, examining him. “So Beelzebub, do you accept the terms of this challenge?” You ask dryly, sick of waiting for his jaw to snap back into place.

“Ambitious thing, you are. And dumb, very dumb. I accept your terms, ‘your majesty’” he replied mockingly, that cocky tone wasn’t gonna help him in any way. “You have a smart mouth, but can you hold your own against me without the help of the Morningstar?” He spat. “Are you proposing a ability based game, Beelzebub? And you say I am the dumb one..” you trail off.

The fight was over in seconds. You got the first move as the challenged, your very much useful ability, agony, making this a swift fight, with your simple command Beelzebub was brought to his knees. “Nobody said anything about pacing, right? Fair game?” You looked around the room, casually as Beelzebub succumbed to the pain, the few present had no complaints.

He had to call it though, the match would last as long as he held off, Beezelbub could chose to continue suffering until one of you tired and ended him or give up. “I will literally drive you insane, Kay? Just give up already I’m bored.”

“Beezelbub, stop making a fool of yourself and call it.” Said Azazel, sounding just annoyed.

You were sat on the floor near him. “Do u want me to help you? I’ll take myself out and everything!” He seemed to be annoyed by your teasing for some reason. “This is really sad, remind me again why and how he was allowed to co-rule?” You giggled then stoped smiling suddenly very serious and looked at him tilting your head. “I think I won, so I’m gonna stop now yeah? And if you try to strike back I will turn your insides into outsides.”

“Of course you caught yourself a crazy one.” Azazel muttered to Lucifer who was just amused watching and listening to you.

“Insanity is a beautiful thing in hell. It’s oddly satisfying isn’t it? How she talks and acts, fits right in, but can also be levelheaded enough to get things done, and done well at that, she can be as calm and collected as me when she really wants to, but what’s the point of that now? She’s simply having fun.”

Indeed you were. Beezelbub gasped for breath when you released the grip of agony you had over him. “I’d end you right now but.. I think it’ll be fun to watch you mope around while I proudly take your title as co-ruler and do your job better!” You patted his head and smiled. “Challenge me again and I will take it with my bare hands though, understand?”

You simply turned and skipped over to Lucifer giving him no time to respond. Sitting on their lap you kissed their cheek and looked up. “How’d I do!?” Azazel laughed. “Using agony first move? Nasty trick.” You frowned. “Yeah well I was- am tired of his shit!” You huffed and slumped against Lucifer’s shoulder, then they spoke. “Azazel, do us a favor and take him with you on your way out, we thank you.” Azazel did just that, and Lucifer locked all entrances once they left.

“That was certainly a show, dearest, how’s your head?” Agony took concentration, it wasn’t as easy as just commanding it upon someone, you needed to find their own, exploit it, and enhance it, giving you the worse headaches, it’s why you usually stuck with driving your opponents to their own demise, insanity came as second nature.

“Tortured! And it’s supposed to be my job to deliver it, not experience it!.. he’s lucky I didn’t end him.” You mumbled that last part, Lucifer sighed. “Must you be so pessimistic, have you forgotten you’ve won against one of the rulers of hell already? And you did it wonderfully.. such good girl.” Their lips met your neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses while you fell silent.

“You definitely deserve a reward, don’t you think.. my queen?” you whimpered in response, hands coming up to undo their clothes while they practically tore away your own, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Lucifer’s hands made their way between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit thought your underwear. “I want you to ruin these.”

“ooh please- daddy!” You cried. “Oh? That’s new, whats going on in that little head of yours, Darling?” that signature amused tone and smirk coming through as they spoke. “I want- I pick my reward. Want you to fill me up.” you moan grinding your hips against the bulge you were suddenly made aware of, making them hiss and grip your hips. “One hell of a request, pet.” Lucifer hummed and made quick work of the remaining clothes getting rid of them before pulling you fully onto their lap, you wasted no time on teasing or prep, supporting yourself on their shoulders slowly sinking onto their cock.

You ground your hips onto theirs while you adjusted, pulling a hiss from Lucifer. Their hands grip your hips forcing you to a stop. “Don’t be greedy, my darling. Don’t forget who’s in control here.” You nodded, just wanting them to fuck you senseless already. “I’ll be good, promise” you whined and pouted, wishing they’d just take you. “Don’t make me regret letting you be on top.”

“I want you to breed me- please Luci..” the second you started riding them, Lucifer started pounding into your cervix, hard and fast ready to comply with your begging. You cried out when you felt the pain and pleasure shoot through your body. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll make sure you can feel me dripping out of you for days.” The grip they had on your hips was painful, definitely going to bruise, as they repeatedly slammed you down to meet their thrusts.

“Everyone’s gonna know the new queen of hell likes getting stuffed until she can’t walk, do you want that? my pretty little whore.” You only whimpered at their words, earning yourself a slap against your thigh. “Answer me, doll.” Lucifer pounded into you with abandon making your body tense you moaned out. Another slap and a twitch of their hand before they gripped onto you again. “Yes yes! I want- daddy!” You cried, practically falling onto them as your body move on it’s own chasing your high.

“Finish that thought, pet.” You clenched around them and their hips stuttered for only a second before going back to their bruising pace. All you could hear was their groans and hisses, your moans and the sound of skin slapping. Kissing over their neck you decided to mark them as they would you, making them moan. “Such a good whore, aren’t you? So pretty for me..” a hand ran down the line of your spine making you shiver and sigh, such a soft gesture, silently reassuring.

“Go on, pet.” Oh, you’d almost forgotten. “What do you want, pretty?” “I want them to know I’m all yours.” You stuttered and Lucifer hummed in response. “Oh they know.” There was a smugness in their voice, but you didn’t understand why just yet. You wondered what they meant only for a second before they angled their hips, hitting constantly right against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck W-wait- luce!” Your legs were shaking, it was too much. You couldn’t keep moving. “What’s wrong pet? Too weak to keep going?” You knew it wasn’t really a question. So you didn’t answer.

Lucifer did it all for you. Their hand sneaking between your legs rubbing your clit. That was all you needed before you screamed, your grip on their hair tightened and your body curled into them, your orgasm triggered their own and the feeling of them filling you up made your eyes roll back as your forehead rested on their chest, panting. You swore you lost all your senses for a minute before you felt their hand squeeze your hip.

You hummed, spreading lazy kisses all over their chest while you both recovered, and after a while you noticed it. “Did you-“ they chuckled. “About half an hour ago.” Hell has never been quiet, but it’s never this loud, not near the throne room anyways, not unless Lucifer summons them. You turned red. Opting to just stay hidden in their neck until the embarrassment faded. “I thought it was proper way to officially welcome their new queen, no?” That fucking smirk.

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k-slla · 4 months

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Caution- this fic has themes, that might be triggering to some - read warnings carefully!

Trigger warnings: 18+ONLY, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con sex, smut, physical abuse, drugging, violence, language, PinV, angst, being held at gunpoint, Protective!Ben, just a little bit of fluff at the end

Square filled for @jacklesversebingo - "Fuck or Die"

Word count: ~3.3k

For the title I used a song from Nothing But Thieves 🤍

A/n: Also, this is my first Soldier Boy/Ben fic! Hope you'll like it! :)

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You opened your eyes, squinting hard as you tried to get used to the brightness. You looked around in the room you were held in, panic slowly rising in your chest.

Although you weren't tied up, you still felt like you were paralyzed. Your muscles were sore and even at your best effort, you couldn't bring yourself to sit up. "Ben! Help me please!" You called weakly out to him. You tried to remember something, anything from this evening, but couldn't recall a thing. Not until Ben came to stand in front of you.

His eyes mirrored something that you have never seen from him before- fear. If you looked half as bad as you were feeling, you weren't really surprised about that. Slowly all the pieces of tonight came back to you.

Being kidnapped from your home, your safe place. You and Ben had just fallen asleep on the couch after dinner, when you were suddenly yanked up from the couch and shot with some kind of sedative. Before you passed out, you saw that they tried to gas Ben with Novichok. But that was it. You didn't see what actually happened to him.

When you started to wake up again, you knew you were being driven somewhere, but all you could see were just some light flashes from passing streetlights piercing through the cloth that was pulled over your face. You remember hearing somebody talking, but couldn't recall what was being said. You didn't know then if Ben was with you or where you were taken. Even screaming seemed pointless. And before you were moved to some new location, they knocked you out again. You faintly remember being dragged across the hallways and forced at gunpoint onto the table you were now laying on, when Ben was brought back in to fulfill their torture. Abuse. Whatever this was. And he didn't even have a chance with fighting them, not without certainty of losing you for good.

That was only a few hours ago, but it felt like you've been held there for days.

Now that your eyes were adjusted to the light, you saw that the room was very sterile looking, almost hospital like. Next to the table was some metal cart with some syringes, filled with bright green substance, probably Temp V, and different sized scalpels. As much as you could raise your head, your eyes quickly scanned over your hands and chest. Luckily you saw no cuts, but deep blue, almost blackish bruises were scattered all over you. And you prayed from the bottom of your heart that they hadn't injected you with some shit again.

“Keep moving until we tell you to stop!" Someone ordered, standing at the head of the table, you were kept on.

"Let’s just fucking end this! Is this about money? I'll get you anything! Please just..just let her go." Ben tried pleading with them.

"This is not about money. What's happening right now, is just to teach you a fucking lesson." A masked man walked around behind Ben. "You fuck things up, you get punished. You really thought that you can just kill off Payback one by one and no one bats an eye? You think they were the only ones who betrayed you? Huh? What about the Boys, who run along with you? Where's your little entourage now, when it's time to save you and your pretty little lady?" He talked next to Ben’s ear slowly, almost like mocking this situation you were in. He walked around the table and stopped next to you. Ben glared at him menacingly, as if he knew what he was going to do next. You felt a cold barrel of a gun placed against your head. "No, no, no, no, no." You whispered under your breath, trying to keep the tears from spilling.

"I will fucking end you if you dare to touch her!" Ben tried his best, but couldn't hide away the fear from his angry shout. Harsh slap landed on your cheek, causing you to yelp from the sudden pain. Before Ben could do anything, the gun was cocked and ready to fire, forcing him to stop immediately.

"You know what? I don't think you will." Another one of them said in the corner. "Cause all of this tough guy behavior of yours is just an act. Underneath it all, you are just a fucking pussy, who joined army to get some loving from his daddy dearest, aren't you? All of you Supes are just fucking pathetic. But you are the worst of all. You're in need of constant validation of being the greatest. Even that you can't get without threats. You are replaceable. You should already know that. You were replaced." He enunciated the last part.

There wasn't much they could do to break through Ben, but hurting you was a sure fire way to piss him off even more than he already is. And, hell, he really was pissed. “Fuck, no one’s replacing me, pal.”

They let out a sharp laugh. “Well, since you have that stick so high up in your ass, someone’s gotta do something about it. Kick you down a few pegs. So, we’re giving you a choice, we'll make it real easy for you-” the gun pressed hard into your cheek. “Keep fucking her until we tell you to stop or bye bye Birdie.” You started to tremble all over the body.

“Everyone in Payback just sold me out. I was a fucking lab rat for Russians for 40 years.” Ben growled. “They just got a glimpse of the torture I went through in there. I’d call it justice. Why do you even care about them so much?” Ben tried to sound unphased to their threats, but you knew exactly what he was thinking of. What he was imagining in his head of doing to them, if it only wasn’t for the gun that was aimed at your head.

You tried to collect yourself and calm your breathing. "Ben, I know what you're thinking. Don't. Please. It's okay, darling.. I'll be fine." You raised your hand to caress his cheek, but couldn't reach him.

“You should listen to your girl. Everything will be fine, if you do what we say. So, Ben, what's it gonna be?” He lowered the gun from your face, slowly sliding it over your chest.

Ben looked into your eyes and let out a trembling breath. He leaned over to you to place a kiss on your neck and whispered. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I don't want to do this, but I can't take a risk with you. I can't, I'm sorry.." You nodded and felt your eyes brimming with tears. You reassured him as best as you could. “I know, it will be okay, Ben.”

Ben you’d grown to love was the complete opposite of the racist Alpha male with PTSD that he used to be, when he first got back from Russia. He was betrayed by the people closest to him and was then tortured in unimaginable ways for 40 years. Who wouldn't have issues after that? But he learned to love and trust again. He didn't let you in immediately, hell, he despised you for quite some time. But by staying by his side, you made sure he'd know that you wouldn't give up on him. And slowly, but surely, he started to open up to you. Of course, being who he is, he wouldn't let anyone but you to see the new man he had become, but he was there.

He kissed your lips softly once more and moved up again. Your body ached all over just even at the thought of him fucking you again. You weren't a Supe. You didn't have inhumanly high pain tolerance. Ben knew that. He knew he was hurting you and that’s exactly what those bastards wanted. For him to see you in pain. But he had to keep going or they would kill you. There was no question in that. And there was no chance in hell he was risking with fighting and losing you after everything you've been through together, so going against all his thoughts of telling him to fight, he lined himself up against your sore center again and pushed all the way in. You tried to suppress a moan from the discomfort and pain he was involuntarily causing.

He gave you a moment to get used to him and started to slowly thrust into you again. “Please, Ben…slow.” you said quietly. He whispered into your ear again. "Baby, I know. I'm sorry. Just a little bit more. It will be over soon." You had a hard time believing it. "How do you know that?'' Your voice was barely audible. Ben gently moved a strand of your hair away from your face. "Butcher will be here soon." He made a tiny motion against your ear and you realized he was still wearing his earpiece that Hughie had given to him. Fucking amateurs. Didn't even check for it. It wasn't easy, but you somewhat managed to relax under him, knowing that soon it'll all be over.

He moved awfully slow inside you, burying himself deep inside before pulling out. You closed your eyes and waited for it to end.

You knew this hurt for Ben as much as it did for you. His every move was painful as hell. With deep breaths, you shut your eyes and tried to focus on the slow rhythm of his moves. Your body had no resistance to him so you just swayed along with him.

Ben swiped away the tears from your cheeks as he kept slowly thrusting. You had gotten so apathetic that you didn't even know how much time had passed. Was it five minutes or an hour, it all felt the same.

Suddenly there was some commotion in the hallway that caught the attention of your abductors. “Last chance to run, you fucking cunts!” Butcher's gruff voice was heard amongst the gunshots. All the men ran out of the room to back-up their own and were immediately met with Butcher’s laser beams. His dark laugh thundered in between the shouts from the guards. “Benji, we brought your shield. Come out to play!” Butcher called out to him. “Thank God!” Ben mumbled and pulled away from you. He tried to gently help you up.

“Ben, go help Butcher, I'll stay with her.” Annie said when she lowered herself next to you. “No, Ben, please!” You called after him, trying to get him to stay with you, but he was out of the door already. You didn't want to see him go. Not because you didn't feel safe with Annie, but you were afraid that they would still find a way to hurt him somehow. “Y/N, look at me. He’ll come back. You know he will.” Annie tried her best to get you to calm down. You looked into her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I'll be right back.” She left the room for a second, and came back with what seemed to be a bedsheet to wrap around you. “I don’t see your clothes anywhere. This’ll have to do. Can you stand up?” You nodded but couldn’t actually bring yourself to do it. Gunshots and yells were filling the hallway, amongst them you heard blunt thumps, you knew far too well. Each hit of Ben’s shield was accompanied with his grunts. “Didn’t I...fucking… warn…you?” You had to shut your eyes tight to stop imagining the horror that was unraveling in the hall. Ben surely wasn't holding back with his rage. To that followed more shouting and fighting, but in the end, only two men were left standing.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking psycho.” Butcher muttered to Ben, as they stepped back into the room, where you were still just sitting on the table. Ben’s lip snarled in disgust as he threw Butcher a hateful look. “These fuckers got what they deserved.”

His gaze softened immediately when he saw you again. With large strides Ben came to stand in front of you. He held your cheek softly while his eyes ran over your body, taking in all the bruises you had. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry. I should’ve fought back for you. I let this happen.” He spoke quietly, so only you could hear him. You immediately stopped his train of thought. “No! Don’t you dare to blame yourself, Ben. It was not your fault.” You ran your fingers gently through his hair, hoping to calm him down. He closed his eyes and leaned a bit into your touch.

“Okay, lovebirds, can we maybe get out of here now?” Butcher interjected. Ben rolled his eyes at Butcher before turning to you again.

“Are you able to walk?” He asked you worriedly. You shook your head. New wave of shock had overcome you and you were shaking again. “I- I don’t think so.” He then put his hand around you and picked you up in bridal style. You clung tightly onto his shirt and rested your head down on his shoulder. You let out a shaky breath, feeling safe in his arms now.

As he walked through the hallway, you couldn’t help but notice what you were leaving behind. Who once were your captors, were now just bloody beaten messes on the floor. Any other given day, that sight would’ve sickened you in your stomach, but today you didn’t feel anything towards it.

Ben quickly found the way out of the building. The cold winter air felt sobering around your skin. Hughie was waiting in front of the building in the car, ready to leave. You slowly climbed in the backseat, Ben and Annie joining on either side of you. As soon as Ben got settled in his seat, you grabbed his arm and tightly held onto it.

No one said a word for the whole drive. You didn't even know where you were or how the others found you and Ben, but you were sure glad that they did. You felt yourself becoming more tired with each passing minute, but couldn't fall asleep. You just wished to be home.

When Hughie pulled up in front of your house, Ben guided you out of the car. You entered the house and the scene that opened in front of your eyes was heartbreaking. You were clearly knocked out cold when it had happened, but apparently Ben did show quite some resistance when you were taken.

The hallway and living room of your home were totally wrecked. Table in the living room smashed to pieces, gaping holes in the wall panels. You swallowed hard, looking around in the room, and tried to blink away tears that were threatening to spill again.

Feeling Ben’s presence behind you, you instantly leaned into him. “Everything will be alright. I promise.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you tightly. You took deep breaths in as you tried to keep yourself together.

“I think I need a bath. Can you- can you please run one for me?” You looked up in his arms.

Ben laid a kiss on top of your head. “Of course, sweetheart.” He let go of you and walked quickly upstairs. You tightened your grip on the sheet, pulling it up so you wouldn’t trip on the stairs. The last thing you’d need on top of everything else, would be broken bones. You slowly followed him upstairs, when you heard the bathwater running.

You entered the bathroom and were immediately enveloped by the warm steam and the floral aromas of your favorite lavender bath foam and essential oils.

You were honestly surprised that he even had thought about using them. Ben stood in front of you and pulled away the sheet from your body, immediately grimacing again at the sight of your bruises. “It's okay, they don't even hurt that much anymore. Honestly.” You said and looked for his eyes, to make sure he'd not think that you're playing it down for him. He said nothing and you tried to figure out what he was thinking at that moment, but you couldn't read anything out of his eyes.

“Get in there.” He broke eye contact with you and turned to leave the bathroom. You didn't understand his sudden coldness towards you. “What's wrong, Ben?” You grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards you. “Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Guess I'm just overwhelmed with seeing you like…” The words died on his lips as he ran his eyes over your body. He left the room, closing the door behind him. He left you there standing and totally confused.

When you finally could move, and lower yourself into the hot bath, you could feel the stress and tension from the night starting to leave from your muscles. You really took your time in there, giving yourself a thorough head massage when washing your hair and afterwards lathering your skin in moisturizer, hoping it would make you feel like yourself again. It helped, a little bit. You dragged yourself out of the bathroom, feeling like you'd fall asleep on your feet, if you wouldn't be able to lie down quick enough.

To your surprise, Ben was sitting on the bed, now in his green suit. “Going somewhere?” You asked, stopping on the doorway. He slowly turned his head up. “Y/N, I can't -” He couldn't finish his sentence and ended up just opening and closing his mouth a few times, clearly in search of words. You stood in front of him and took his face into your hands. “It’s okay, babe.” You smiled a little. You figured, he was just trying to apologize to you again.

“No, It's not.” He said sharply, causing you to flinch. “I have to go. I can't stay-” You dropped your hands and took a step back suddenly, so the towel wrapped in your hair fell down. “What? No! You can't lea-”

“I have to.” He cut into your protest. “You're not safe with me.” The pain that started taking over your body wasn't even comparable with what you went through earlier. You felt your pulse in your chest and it almost made you want to vomit. “What do you mean that I'm not safe with you? Of course I am!” You kneeled down in front of him. “Ben, please..” you pleaded. “The only safe place for me is with you. You really can't leave me here alone...”

“All of this tonight wouldn't have happened to you, if you hadn't met me. I am the one who did this to you.”

“Stop thinking of it like that!” Your voice was trembling. “I know you don't want to leave.”

He took a deep breath in when you got up and sat onto his lap. With fingers locked into his hair, you gently turned him to face you. “I know you don't and don't even try to deny this. Everything that happened to me tonight, happened to you, too. Please let me help you. Let me be here for you.” You pulled him into a firm embrace. “I love you, Ben, and I can't let you go this easily.” You whispered and hid your face against his neck.

With a deep sigh, Ben's shoulders slumped slightly, and you knew he had let go of his doubts and fears. Or at least, he pushed them aside for the moment. “I'm sorry, Y/N. I love you, too.” He said finally and hugged you back tightly.

You sat in his arms for a while, before you spoke out again. “I know you just want to protect me, but all we need is a better security system for the house. It seems like a 100 year old Supe might not be enough anymore.” You said through small smile.

“Not funny.” He growled and locked your lips in a searing kiss before you could say anything else.

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Spike x reader - you’re perfect

I was wondering if you could please do one of the vampire characters (your pick) X reader, where they catch the reader exposing their arm to sunlight. It's your pick whether they were depressed anf harming themselves, or they were trying to see if they can build up a tolerance to sunlight. - anon 💜

Looking at the bright rays of sunlight coming through the cracked roof of the factory, you titled your head a little bit, admiring it.

You didn’t mind being a vampire of course, but you did miss going outside during the day, you missed the warmth of the sunlight.

It was now your biggest enemy, it could destroy you in a matter of seconds.

Which is why you had been doing what you were doing, you walked over, making sure you were still hidden and you slowly raised your arm, sticking it into the sunlight.

You hissed slightly, your skin burned, smoking, and within a second it caught of fire and you pulled it back, pouring some water from the bottle of it.

Taking a few deep breaths, you reached your arm out again, doin the exact same thing.

Again, smoke began to rise but because you could catch fire you were pulled back and shoved away from the light.

“Are you insane?! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!” Spike yelled.

He grabbed the bottle of water and your hand, pouring it over your arm, where your arm was badly burnt.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

“No…”

Spike dragged you across the factory and he sat you down on a table, ripping some fabric from a table cloth laying nearby he began to wrap it around your arm.

“Then what were you doing?”

You kept quiet, avoiding his gaze.

When he was finished tending to your burnt arm he placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“Love? What were you doing?” He asked quietly.

“I.. I thought maybe I could book a tolerance to the sun…”

“You know that’s not how this whole vampire thing works, you’ve know this for over a hundred years. Why now?”

You glanced away, then looked back at him.

“I miss it all Spike… the sun… the warmth… I just want to be able to walk in it…”

Spike moved his hand to the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheek.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you, but I can’t let you keep risking yourself like this, I can’t let you keep putting yourself in harms ways.”

“I’m sorry…”

Spike chuckled a little bit, and he placed a kiss to your forehead, resting his forehead on it.

Bringing your hand up you brushed your knuckles along the side of his face, running your fingers through his head and closed your eyes.

“I know… but you can’t keep doing this to yourself love…”

“I just… I thought it was going to be the best thing ever… now I’m just… I’m tired of it all..”

Spike pulled away, and he looked at you with mixed emotions in his eyes.

“I know I may not exactly have the best track record, especially when it comes to choice in partners, I mean come on, Dru is psychotic at best, but I know that despite being a vampire, having no soul, you’re still just as gentle as somebody with one.”

Spike smiled at you, standing in front of you.

“You are everything and more than a vampire could ever be, hell, more than a vampire like me deserves. But you still love me all the same.”

“Of course I do…”

Spike smiled, leaning down to carefully kiss you, mindful not to hurt your already injured arm.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours once again, his nose brushing against yours.

“You’re royalty, you know that? Far above any of those dumb assholes out there.”

You laughed a little.

“Really?”

“Yes, to me you are.”

You beamed a little, wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

He placed a hand on the back of your head, planting a kiss just behind your ear.

Spike closed his eyes, and he rested his cheek on your head, holding you closely and tightly.

Everything had always been so wrong, especially recently, but you weren’t. You were so right, so perfect, and he would rather be staked through the heart a million times before he let a single thing happen to you

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #Buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Buffy the vampire slayer x you #spike #spike x reader #spike x you #spike imagine

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reidslovely · 1 year

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okay hear me out

peter taking part in an art show and he’s displaying a handful of photos he’s shot like random shots of the city, may & ben, and of course you.

maybe each photo has a title and/or little description and the one(s) of you are just so sweet like “my muse”

I love y'all..keep hitting me with these please!! I love this idea, like it is so precious because Peter is very obvious about it when he takes your photo he loves to play it up. "smile for me." "you look amazing hold still." "turn a little to the left" but you never really thought the photos went much further than a sweet way he captures memories. so showing up at the ESU art show for the photography club with may you were expecting to see peters photos of new york scenery, a artistic take of a rat running away with a hot dog, even some spider-man photos sprinkled in. but getting to his wall and reading the title of the collection is enough to make you cry.

"every day with them" now yes, there are some scenery pictures. however the majority were of his people: photos of may and ben from the time peter got his first camera as a 10 year old. individual shots of the two your favorite being one of ben working on an old car, and another of may sitting in the backyard helping peter paint the bottom of his first skateboard. some old ones of gwen where in there as well each dawning a cute title.

'uncle ben ruins hanukah night 4 (fire started)' 'may's birthday at coney island' 'gwens trip to the zoo'

many other cute and clever names but when you get to yours you couldn't help but feel your heart swell. "my muse..." each had my muse followed by the scenario in which the photo was taken.

"my muse in the rain" "my muse plays guitar?" "my muse and I"

everyone was a memory captured, ones you remember and ones you don't litter the white wall. you smile your eye catching a up close portrait that you don't remember ever being taken. "you are his favorite thing to photograph..he has a pin board in his room covered in these." may laughs. "he's told me every date since date one." you smile in response, feeling his hand on your shoulder you lean back. "im your muse?" "you are yes..somebody tried to buy that portrait of you. almost had to pull out the spidey strength on them, the muse is off limits." he jokes in a hushed tone that causes you to roll your eyes.

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