#to be fair I didn’t know how bad he truly was until I started going through it with a therapist

[lalalasocks]

I don’t know how my step brother lived with my dad and step mom for so long and never saw how terrible their behavior was

#i bet no one wanted to know that #I mean I do know how he had a lot of other shit going on and also had no good examples of adults #but it’s so tough to tell him things now and see him realize real time now how terrible of a person his mother especially is #as she’s basically slowly dying of ms which in theory could kill her at any point #I think he always kinda knew my dad wasn’t a fantastic person but he definitely didn’t know how bad he truly was #to be fair I didn’t know how bad he truly was until I started going through it with a therapist

[anticanonsposts]

Sex-mishaps w/ König

let’s be real mistakes happen during sex (a lot) and most writing doesn't include it (mine included) , so here are some that happen w/ König

nsfw-mdni

cw: blood, injury, crying, anger?, reference to female anatomy

you both have your fair share of doing slightly embarrassing things during sex, most of them happened during your first few times but obvi these things don’t have an expiration date 

some of yours...

once after the two of you were apart for two weeks and you finally had sex again, you started crying a little 

nothing hysterical, you were just very overwhelmed with the pleasure and intimacy that you had been missing 

since it was really just your eyes welling up, he didn’t notice until you had orgasmed and once he did he was very concerned, thinking he had hurt you or rushed things

but you assured him you were fine, and then pounced on him to finish him off, getting rid of any worry he had 

another time, the first time he ever called you schatz was during sex, and not knowing what it meant you truly thought it was the name of someone else

you had been riding him, he had a death grip on your butt/hips murmuring praises while his eyes were glued to your body 

then he says it, ‘just like that schatz’ which causes you to scrunch your face up in confusion and then anger ‘What the fuck did you just say?!’ he sits up when you say this trying to bring you closer to him ‘say what, I’m sorry, y/n what?’ and you not so gently push him to lay back down with your palms against his chest

you start to get off of him but he keeps his grip on you and pulls you back down ‘what is schatz?’

there it is, that fucking name again, who did he think he is, ‘who is that?’ you ask back and his eyes wander for a second before gulping, finally understanding

'schatz means treasure liebling '

‘oh fuck me’ you say completely embarrassed, covering your face with your hands ‘I’m so fucking sorry, did I hurt you’ you say assessing any damage (there’s none) you made to his chest when you pushed him 

he just chuckles and forgives you 

(it was honestly kind of hot, how you got mad) (whenever you are assertive he gets really turned on hehehe)

another one of your first few times you go over to his place, you two start going at it and you don’t think and before you know it you are squirting on his bed

you feel so bad because you made a huge wet patch and you keep covering your face and he is just rumbling with laughter partly because of your polite reaction but also because he was just proud that he made you squirt!!

now onto him...

one time he came way to fast and felt so bad

you had been laying down under him, grinding yourself on his leg that he had placed in between yours 

and you just looked so pretty, and your noises were so sweet and hot 

then you really got him by pulling your shirt up, exposing your tits to him 

while you continued grinding on his leg, he took them in his hands/mouth and started grinding back onto your hip 

everything just kept feeling better and better until before he knew it he felt his climax approaching

groaning into your neck, you started to feel a slight wet spot form against his pants 

breathlessly you looked up at him ‘did you?....’

‘scheisse!’ he replied as he pulled away from you sitting up on his knees, trying to cover his face with a hand, completely fucking embarrassed, he wasn’t even inside of you, you didn’t even touch him :(

in this moment he thought for sure you wouldn’t want to do anything with him ever again, that he was pathetic, that he was not able to perform 

you just looked at him with a hazy look telling him not to worry and that you didn’t mind in the slightest 

if anything, you told him that it was pretty hot that he got off to just making out/dry humping with you 

similar to another fic I wrote ('sex drought' check it out its great) one time you were on top of him and he was fucking up into you... 

he got a little over zealous while cumming and unexpectedly gave a really hard thrust which sent you flying forward with the force of his core/thighs

before you could processes what was happening your head was already slamming into his nose

it took him longer to realize what happened than you, he started bleeding everywhere and you were so worried that you broke your bf’s nose :( 

you two end up going to the hospital and opt to just explain what happened to the doctor so that they didn’t think it was any sort of domestic violence

könig was blushing the whole time and the nurse/doctor just raised their eyebrows and said wow   

long story short, it wasn’t broken, just a lot of blood 

this also resulted in you cradling his head every night giving him so many kisses because you felt so bad (he liked the baby treatment so he wasn’t gonna complain) 

overall...awkward/embarrassing stuff happens but you two just laugh it off

#konig cod #konig x reader #konig smut #konig mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #cod smut #cod mw2 #konig blurb #call of duty smut #konig imagine

[calisources]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #usft tw #usft meme #smut meme #suggestive tw

[livelaughlovesubs]

can you write about tying dazai up after he was being naughty and fingering yourself infront of him, telling him if he got off to it he would be punished <3

Sure, I can do that :>

Dom!AFAB!reader x Sub!dazai

Warning: bondage, voyeur (?), masturbation (reader), punishment

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Dazai growled on the chair, hands tied behind the lean with a sturdy rope. The same has been done to his ankles, they were bound to the legs of the furniture, with no way to escape. His brown eyes were glued to your body, the eager redness on his face reflecting the desperation in his voice.

Not a single glance was granted his way, you ignored him. Eyes clenched shut as you focused on nothing but your own pleasure, fingertips rubbing your clit just the way you loved. You were there, right in front of him, only inches away, yet you also felt to far. Due to the restrictions he couldn’t touch you, feel you or hold you, only able to watch while you pleasured yourself. The way your slick started to coat the sheets got him so on edge, he was ready to beg. How he wished it was him instead, who made your body tingle with excitement.

Soon you changed to sticking your fingers inside yourself, gently inserting one, then two of them. Feeling his gaze on you like a hungry beast. Until he learns to know his place, you won’t show him any merci though. Slowly you pressed your fingertips against the sweet spot deep within you, it was a place you’ve known pretty good. Pumping them in and out, feeling the pleasure rush through your body and stimulating your nerves. He drooled, he drooled like a dog in heat as he kept staring at your vulva. If only he could get a taste of you, he swore he’ll treat you well.

“I don’t need help from haaah.. some incompetent pervert.” You finally answered his question from before, leaving a snarky remark while slowly drowning in your own enjoyment. Having him watch and curse under his breath isn’t all that bad, the helpless and envious look on his face was truly pathetic after all. Just looking at him, at his handsome face which was filled with despair and want for you was enough to make you wet. Feeling the arousal fill your stomach, causing for another wave of bliss to wash over you.

Dazai pouted, still playing the role of the brat. Though the act was crumbling, little by little. It was simply too much for him to Handel. This hot show and display you laid out in front of him wasn’t for nothing after all. His dick throbbed in his pants, begging to be released. It created a tent in his pants and it soaked the top layers, until the fabric became significantly darker. The way you gasped and moaned made him so jealous, and of whom? Of your damn fingers. At the same time it was stimulating..? Clearly he got off to it, despite his initial frustrations.

This didn’t go unnoticed by your sharp gaze. While continuing to finger yourself as you pleased, you gave him another rule, one he had to follow no matter what. Saying those cruel words in a sweet voice, “getting off to this? You better don’t, or I’ll punish you~” followed by your snickering, which was viciously but also oh so attractive. He immediately protested, “hey! That’s no fair, how can one not be addicted to your appeal?” Sweat rolled down his forehead, a slight tremble in his voice. He was nervous. Your little boy toy dazai was nervous, and pathetically so, all because of a little threat.

“Then try your best not to finish too early.” You suggested, then bit your bottom lips, holding back an especially loud moan as your finger reached just the right spot. A hot look on your face, matching his. The brunette was so worked up already just by watching you, you haven’t even touched him yet. This was his breaking point, he couldn’t do this anymore, it was pure torture! Begging you in a sweet manner, mustering all his charm in the hopes to shake your resolve, “oh but pleeaasee~!! All I want is to serve you, my beloved, my masterrrr~!” A smile creeped onto your lips, enough to send a shiver down his spine. You grinned confidently as you said, “nice try, slut, beg some more and I might let you cum tonight.”

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #sub dazai osamu #sub dazai #dazai smut #dazai osamu x reader #dazai bungou stray dogs #dazai bsd #dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai x fem reader

[zoesmp4]

PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK. 

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you. 

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera. 

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek. 

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.” 

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK. 

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.” you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“ 

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again. 

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.” 

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him. 

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced. 

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.” 

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph. 

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd x reader #carl grimes oneshots #carl grimes x y/n smut #carl grimes x reader smut #carl grimes angst #twd fluff #twd imagines #twd oneshot #carl grimes fanfiction

[mamayan]

★彡 Too Bad? ☆彡

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

I dreamt of this lol

tw: NSFW • FLUFF • Fingering (F) • Thigh Fucking •

“You’re doing so well songbird,” his voice is even and soft juxtaposed to the lewd wet squelching noises and warbled moans from your lips.

It wasn’t fair.

He had you losing your mind with two fingers inside your sopping pussy alone, but he was serene as ever doing it. Aside from a light dusting of pink across his cheeks, nothing else was different from his regular expression.

You reached out, gripping onto the fabric of his haori and tugging until he leaned down for you, slotting his soft warm lips against your own. He kisses you like he wasn’t about to ruin you with another orgasm, like he didn’t plan to add a third finger and stretch you further in preparation for his cock.

You’d both been working up to it so long, and admittedly you were a little impatient.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, your gooey walls clamp down, strangling his fingers as liquid gushed and soaks his hand.

“That’s it,” he coos, curling his fingers up and prolonging the quakes which wrack your poor sweaty body, mouth opened as if electrocuted as your mind goes blank.

“‘M-Mei—,” you can hardly even pant his name, as he sweetly kisses your clammy forehead and begins to press another finger inside.

It hurts. You don’t voice it but you don’t need to, not when your finger nails nearly break skin as they dig into his forearm, your breathing labored when he finally slides it in with the other two.

You feel heavy, so full and you know his cock is even more but you want him closer.

“We can stop at any time little bird, tell me please,” you nearly cry when he tried to pull his fingers free, clamping your legs closed and halting his movements in shock.

“No Mei! I’m okay, please, I want you, I want this.”

His lips press into a line, but he relents as he pushes his fingers back in, your overly sensitive walls fluttering and constricting as you whine.

He fucks you slowly, no real force used but just pushing and pulling required a bit strength due to how tightly you clung to his fingers.

He let his knees take his weight and free his other hand, which slid up your soft waist and to your chest, where he lightly rolled and plucked your nipples, tightening them into buds before he was letting his mouth take over. Your symphony of moans only had his cock twitching in his pants, hard and leaking as he imaged just how wonderful it would feel to be fully connected with you.

Three fingers started with an ache and ended with overwhelming pleasure as you began moving your hips for more friction, feeling the knot inside you begin twisting tighter as you sink your fingers into Gyomei’s soft short locks. Your grip only tightens, chest pushing up into his mouth for more as your back arches, before you come apart. Whining and crying as your sensitivity becomes almost painful.

Gyomei can’t see it, but he can feel the mess he’s made of you, covered in your own slick and fluids, and clearly at your ropes end as you senselessly beg for what you truly wanted.

He wanted it to.

Flipping your positions easily, Gyomei slide his haori off as he began unbuckling his belt, your hands becoming impatient and knocking his away as you took over undressing him with a huff.

He chuckles, smile dripping honey as he lets you take control. “Be easy with me song bird, I’m fragile,” his teasing isn’t lost on you, the mood already lighter despite your nerves heightening.

You’d seen him shirtless before, it was nothing to toss his top, but as you opened up his pants, and helped him bring them down his thighs, you truly couldn’t help pausing.

You must’ve stared too long, or maybe you’d made a noise. “Little bird, we can stop here and now, I promise. Hey,” your cheeks are cupped, your face turned up to look at him and you realize his kind expression is all for you in this moment. “We don’t need to rush anything, I know I’m not, hmm… I know I’m not going to comfortably fit ever, but there’s no reason it should be painful for you.”

His words only filled you with a renewed sense of warmth and vigor, as you quickly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you in his lap for a moment, savoring your lips and mouth as your tongues danced until your let your legs spread wide and core nestle against his own.

He jolted from the feeling of your hot wet core pressed against his cock, and he moaned when you sat up more and slid against him. Your folds parting for the engorged shaft pressed against them, twitching as you ground against him. He broke the kiss to groan low in his throat, his own hips bucking back against you as you continued to lubricate him with your own release.

His large palms rested against your hips, only light pressure in his grip as he lets you set whatever pace you wanted.

Apparently, the pace was trying to impale yourself like a fool.

It shocked you both silly when you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted up, letting his swollen reddened tip kiss your entrance, before attempting to slam down and take him at once.

“Ha!” Your cry was not of pleasure, and even Gyomei released a hiss of pain as his hands yanked your hips back up and removed you from his cock.

Your poor cunt burned, the weight and force had taken him about a quarter inside of you, but the speed gave your body no time to relax. It felt like you’d branded yourself down there, as tears welled up in your eyes because it still stung.

“Namu Amida Butsu— tsk, my love are you alright?” He didn’t sound as hurt as you, his strong arms quick to wrap you up and pull you close.

Your little sniffle does nothing to help ease his anxiety, and the pathetic “m’okay…” isn’t reassuring either.

“We’re done. Do you need to see Shinobu? We’ll get cleaned up and go see her now—,”

“Absolutely not! I’m fine! Really, I-I want to continue!” The pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment of admitting to that woman you’d harmed yourself with your lover’s cock. “Mei, we’ve been working towards this so long, a-and I’m already sort of opened up now, so let’s just—“

“No.” You freeze, taking in the serious lines of his face, and having known him so long, you knew arguing wouldn’t sway him. Nothing would now.

“I’ll respect your decision not to see Shinobu, but we’re stopping here today. I should’ve stopped us earlier…” he trails off with regret at the end, and you’re struck with a sense of unwillingness.

“Mei, this isn’t fair, I’m always the one being pleased, you hardly let me touch you, I want to make you feel good too—,” he cuts you off.

“Too bad.”

“Mei—,” his head shakes, and he’s ready to deny you again, but a spur of the moment thought helps you shut him down before he can begin.

“What if you don’t put it inside me?” He halts, mouth open but he slowly closes it again, waiting for you to continue.

You wince as you sit up a bit, the fiery pain from earlier gone and replaced with a dull manageable ache. You swallow thickly, realizing now what you’re about to ask and becoming a bit flustered. Was it weird…? You weren’t sure, but you needed to steel yourself or he’d end the night and force you both to bed after a bath.

He’s truly a man of patience, because you couldn’t count the number of times he hadn’t finished when you’d be intimate. You wanted him to fall apart like that too, like you always do.

“We, well you, could use my…my thighs.” You felt awkward, but the tilt of his head and no immediate refute was a good sigh. His arms were crossed, and he seemed to think it over for a moment.

“Okay… but you need to promise me you’re truly alright. I’m not going to use your body when you’re hurt.” You were elated, giddy almost, because a well of pride was bubbling inside you.

“I’m a little sore, but other than that I’m fine. There’s no pain anymore.” He nods, and you realize he was no longer hard anymore. Well of course he wouldn’t be, you grimace, you’d tried to break it when you slammed down on him.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” He sighs, but the smile playing on his lips comforts you, and he encourages you back on his lap. You’re happy to return his gentle kiss as he leans down.

Gentle turns to passionate, as the earlier fumble gets dismissed as you both begin rubbing and kissing one another.

His cock is quick to harden again after feeling your soft lips and knowing you were alright. He also couldn’t help the erotic thought of using your thighs, something he was a bit ashamed not to have come up with sooner.

When he felt you grinding your core against him again, he sat up on his knees, turning you so your back was against his chest. He pulls you flush against him, actually holding up all your weight and keeping you off the futon so his cock could jut out from between your legs.

The sight was debauched, your head looking down at his enormous dick covered in your sticky arousal, resting heavy between your soft smooth thighs and dripping cunt. You couldn’t help clamping them closed, as Gyomei helped you both lay on your sides, his entire chest encompassing your smaller frame.

He’s careful not to lean too much weight onto you, as he slides one thigh under yours, and the other on top, caging your legs between his own.

“Mei…?” You glance up curiously, but his brows are furrowed in concentration as you feel him begin to apply pressure and clamp your thighs even tighter. “Oh!” You gasp, feeling his cock pressed against your core so much more like this, and his own little sigh is filled with pleasure too, as he rocks his hips a little.

The glide is easy, your copious release enough to coat him thoroughly and slide between your thighs seamlessly.

“Little bird you feel so good,” his groan sends shivers down your spine, as one arms wraps around your waist and anchors you to him, his pace picking up.

He’s fucking your thighs. Cock sliding back and forth against your pussy as warmth spreads throughout you both. He keeps gently grazing your clit with his tip, the sensitive nub sparking to life your arousal as you grind back against him, moaning with him now.

You watch it, as it pops out and disappears between you, the speed in which you see it increasing as his pants and groans do.

You look up at him again, his face even more flushed and skin sweaty as he uses you like a toy for his pleasure.

Granted a toy he made cum many, many times before.

“Do you—hah, feel good Mei?” He looks down at the sound of your voice, eyes lidded and nearly closed as he nods, “You’re so wet little bird, do you like how my cock rubs against you?”

You moan, loving how the passion rises when he’s close to his release.

The erotic noises increasing as his heavy balls slap against the soaked skin of your ass, his hips beginning to add more weight as his rhythm falters.

“Mei, m’gonna—,” you gasp, feeling him angle his hips up to rub even harder against your clit.

“Me too, cum for me—,” when his cock gets even wetter as you cry out, his thighs tense and increase the pressure as he twitches and his load shoots out.

Hot cum coats you, him, and all between your thighs and pussy as he grips you in a bear hug against him and pants. His hips rutting and humping you until every pearly drop of his cum is milked.

You go limp, this orgasm finally your limit as you nearly fall asleep despite the mess you both made.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek and hair line as he releases you to sit up.

“Do you want a bath song bird, or just to clean up and go to bed?”

“I don’t know… do you want to use my mouth next time?”

He nearly choked on his own saliva. He hasn’t thought of that either…

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hi!! i really love your writing and i would love if you could feed me with a request (only if you're comfortable with it, ofc) 👉🏼👈🏼 what about a leon x reader where reader is passing through a very tough depressive crisis and is really not fine mentally speaking — and leon just try to help and comfort them through this? 👉🏼👈🏼

anyway, thank you for your fics, they really helped me these days 😭💗

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNPartner!Reader

Summary: It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn't be there and you shouldn't have opened it. 

Warning tags: hurt/comfort, angst, leon almost died, reader is suffering with anxiety due to past events, can be read as platonic or romantic (you choose)

Writer's Notes: hello! first of all, im sorry i took so long to write this request for you. i changed some stuff and i hope you don't mind (reader is still depressed). thank you so much your kind words and i hope this fic serves as comfort for you!! <333 stay safe anon!

for more painful leon's fics, check my masterlist. i have some happy ones too :)

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. It is the third time that week only, the fifth of the month. 

It starts when you don’t appear at work after two weeks since his return, and no one knows where you are. HR informs you are sick, which means you are still alive somewhere in the world, just sick. Okay, but sick with what? Sick how? Are you in the hospital? Do you need any help? Leon knows you don’t have family around, like him, and you are pretty much alone - like him. 

So, as any regular worried friend would, he calls and texts. He wants to hear your voice and guarantee that you don’t need help and have everything you need. That you truly are okay. No answer. HR has guaranteed him you are not dead, but what if you—no, he shouldn’t think about that.

The next step is going to your house. He knows where your address is and wouldn’t be a complete weird appearing there in the afternoon. No answer. Leon won’t be a creep as far as looking at your windows, at least not yet. He won’t go as far as busting your door and checking how you are feeling because he needs to confirm you are okay. You might just not be home.

On the second visit, Leon got awfully close to kicking your door. Before he could do that or even knock, he saw a shadow pass over the window. Though Leon told himself he wouldn’t, he looked inside just in time to see you disappear to the second floor. So, at least you are really alive, Leon’s body filling with relief. It could have been a bad case of flu, and you don’t want to contaminate anyone.

One more week passes, and he visits your house two more times. Those times you didn’t even bother to hide yourself, lazily lying down on the sofa in a way Leon couldn’t see your face (oh yeah, now he is definitely peeking out your windows). So you are genuinely ignoring him or truly sick with some contagious disease. Maybe Covid?

The fifth time he knocks on your door, it is 1 am and Leon is deeply not only worried but bitter. He was sitting in his apartment alone, wondering what you had and why you didn’t open the door for him. You two are colleagues, and Leon would dare to go as far as to call you his friend if anyone asked. How many times have you brought him soup while he was sick? Brought him meds, kept him company? Checked on him until he was finally all better?

It would be only fair if he did the same.

Leon grabs his keys without even thinking: You will open the door for him tonight. And if you don’t, well, he will kick it open. To hell with the civil approach.

-x-

All the courage slips away from his body when he notices the kitchen’s light on. Leon can’t see anything inside since you decided to make his life harder and close the curtains. So, instead of kicking that door until it’s down, Leon goes back to the gentle approach (like the idiot he is): he knocks.

The door opens not even ten seconds later, and Leon blinks, surprised. You are there. You, not a trick of his eyes: a fluffy and long blanket covering your body, only your face peeking with a familiar expression Leon recognizes immediately - he had seen in his own mirror before.

“You won. What the fuck do you want?” Those are the first words to him in weeks.

“May I come in?” 

You ponder for a moment, your eyes red, and Leon wonders when you last slept. You walk away, leaving the door open, and Leon follows inside, locking the door behind him. 

Your house isn’t in the best state. He had been here before and thought you weren’t the most organized person (“I can find myself in my own mess, Leon.”). The mess had grown too much from normal. There were tons of take-out boxes on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes, and fast food bags. At least you had been eating—not the best food ever, but feeding. He could work with that.

And the bottles—oh, those Leon would identify anywhere. You weren’t a heavy drinker, and you mentioned plenty of times you didn’t know how he liked whiskey. Now, there were countless empty bottles of whiskey, beer, and vodka, so much so that the place looked like a bunch of frat boys had a party just the night before and didn’t bother to clean.

Leon follows you to the living room as you fall onto the couch. An old Simpsons episode plays on the TV screen. There are still some bags and bottles on the floor, but fewer. Your eyes focus on the TV, not really watching or paying attention to him.  Leon stands there, keeping a safe distance from you and gathering what to say. 

“I came to check on you.” Leon starts, his eyes glued on you. “You haven’t called or texted me back. The HR said-”

“I am sick. I wanted to be left alone.”

“I know, but-”

“I could complain about this to HR, you know? It could be considered an invasion of privacy, and you could lose your job. “

“I was worried about you.”

“You saw me in the window that day, didn’t you? I’m alive and breathing. Now get out.”

You hide your face in the sofa, conversation clearly done on your side. It feels like an impossible battle to win. Leon then tries again, “Do you need anything?” 

“No. Get out.”

He sighs, turning on his heels. Leon wants to say you can call if you need him, any time, but Leon knows you wouldn't. This is an impossible battle to win, Leon realizes as he starts to leave. But then he freezes, a memory piercing his thoughts. Leon comes back to the living room, your face still hidden.

“No.”

“What?” 

“I am not leaving. Not before I know what is wrong.”

“I am sick.”

“Yes. So I have heard.” 

You don’t turn to look at him, and that’s fine. If you want to be stubborn, so could he. Leon can wait. The episode on the TV finally ends, and as the familiar opening plays in the background, you slowly turn in his direction, one eye appearing first, then the other, as if expecting Leon would be gone by now. Unlucky for you, Leon S. Kennedy didn’t give up that easily, especially for his friends.

“I don’t know what you are feeling, but I know that face.” His voice manages to sound neutral.

Of course, he does. Of course, your partner, the legendary D.S.O veteran, would know. You, just a newbie, would have no idea what he went through, but Leon didn’t seem the kind of person to crumble for anything. Leon would probably be fine if you were the one to get shot, not him. He wouldn’t have panicked, he wouldn’t have started crying, screaming for someone to help them, losing themselves in a sea of despair and pain.

“Hey…”

Blood. So much blood in your hands. You are useless, you can’t help him as Leon’s face loses color-

“Hey.”

He deserved someone better—someone much better as a partner—not you, a weak agent who thought you were strong enough to stand by his side. Oh, how wrong you were.

Leon calls your name, more urgent this time, and your line of sight is filled with the face of the man you considered your friend right at your path—concerned blue eyes, his hair tickling against your face. His forehead is in concentration, the faint ghost of a beard, as he speaks soothingly. “Hey, look at me. You are safe. Deep breaths, come on.” 

The visions mix as you blink: Leon losing blood in your arms, unconscious, back to being safe, his worried eyes staring at you.

Your rapid breathing noise fills the room, your heart wanting to burst as the pain spreads over your body, the pain worse than being stabbed or punched. You keep your eyes on Leon - he is fine, he is safe, he is well, he is worried sick about you- as he continues to nod and tell you to breathe.

It takes a while, Leon’s hands on your shoulder as you finally calm down, the tears rolling freely from your eyes.

“I am sorry.” You manage to whisper. “I am so sorry.”

“You are safe. We both are safe.” Leon declares, and you take that in. Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow? What about-? “Hey, eyes open at me.” When had you even closed them? “Come on. There is no one else, just you and me. And we are safe.” 

You nod, not arguing back. Finally, you sit down, and Leon takes two steps back. “Water?” 

“I think there are some in the fridge,” you reply, cleaning your tears. Leon leaves and quickly comes back with two bottles, unbottling them for you. You shake your head, but Leon insists, and you drink in small sips, the cold liquid refreshing your dry throat. When was the last time you had any water? Or took a shower? Or slept?

Finally, you give him space on the couch to sit. Leon doesn’t, and you point your head to your side, and he sits, keeping a safe distance from you. You two say nothing for a while, simply looking at the TV to watch Bart Simpsons on his shenanigans. 

“I am sorry.”

“Would you stop that?” Leon sighs back, frustrated. 

“No. I am sorry.”

“Fine. I forgive you. Are we good now?”

“No.” 

“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Leon replies with a sad smile.

“You could have died, and I didn’t-” Leon says your name, but you continue “-let me finish. I didn’t help. I didn’t move. I did nothing.” 

Leon didn’t want to talk about this, knowing it was inevitable. The day he took a bullet for you: not one, but two. Leon noticed before you, his reflexes quicker than yours. It was his responsibility anyway.

You only watched, shocked, as the bullet pierced his leg, then his chest. You didn’t move or flinch; you just froze, your hands closing and opening nervously as Leon fell right in front of you. You had been fortunate that the backup team had arrived on the other second, finding in the middle of the swarm of bullets a screaming you protecting Leon with his own body, all training thrown out of the window. You two should have been dead. Life had given you and him another chance, since no other vital organ or vein of Leon had been damaged.

You don’t remember much after except asking for your resignation that same day and getting a “No” as an answer. So you decided to get on sick leave until some higher-up got tired and fired you.

“I did nothing.” Leon tries to interrupt you again, but you continue, “You could have died, and I did nothing.”

“It wouldn’t be your fault.” 

“What? Of course, it would!” 

“No, it would not.” 

“Can you fucking stop trying to make me feel better?” Your tone is so angry, so vile, that Leon almost flinches. 

Death is always in the back of his mind. Every time he is out there, he could die. He is expandable; they all are, but he couldn’t just let you die. You a much smarter version of what he once was during Raccoon City. The same bravery, but not foolish as his. Much sharper. Leon knew why he got paired up with you in the first place, the irony not completely lost in him. 

It would have been fine if Leon died that day he protected you, but not okay if you did. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever.

“I can’t help it,” Leon replies, a sad smile on his lips. “I can’t help it, especially when a friend needs my help.” 

A friend? 

Do not grow attachments. Wasn’t that your first lesson? It had been hard to be paired up with a man who hated it at first, then to learn how to laugh at his silly jokes or admire how far Leon would go for anyone. For anyone, except himself, stupid brave man.

You open your mouth and close it, simply lying against the sofa with your eyes closed. 

“So, let me help you?” His voice is warm and inviting. 

It would be best if you said no. You should kick this man out of your living room, out of your life, and never go back to that stupid job fighting an endless battle that would end with you dead or someone you cherished dead. You don’t know how Leon does it, but as you open your eyes, his blue eyes look straight at you awaits in hope. Waiting to comfort you, support you to the best of his abilities, and be your friend.

The pain is still there, vivid in your soul and mind, but there is hope. Right there, in that tiny spot you gave Leon S. Kennedy. That’s why you shouldn’t have opened that damn door, you realize, but it is too late. You limit on nodding.

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[carleycore]

When they insult you(Kenma and Oikawa)

A/N this blog is so weird- It’s like 400 styles in one.

Genre: Angst (it’s not SUPER bad- I can write a part two as comfort if y’all would like that)

Warnings: Insults obvi, pregnant reader(oikawa)

Part two

(not having a job)

Being with Kenma is wonderful. He never looks at other girls, fights you, and always is there to support and love you, so of course you did the same.

You’ve been dating him since high-school so you were there for him through his volleyball days all the way to his billionaire status. Naturally, you both loved and were there for each other unconditionally, so it was no surprise when he got down on one knee and proposed.

Currently the two of you were in the process of wedding planning which was super fun, but stressful as hell. 

Kenma made enough money from streaming and his business and he loved to stream. So he was still working when he really didn’t need to. 

You’d quit your job to focus on the planning and all had been going well.

Now the week was two months away and all you had left was the finishing touches.

All of the major stuff was done, and now all you had to do was plan the little things. Little things that would’ve been really helpful to have your fiancé's input on, so you opened his door slowly to see if he was streaming, which he was, but he was in the middle of a break.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, walking over to sit on his lap, “are you busy right now?”

You couldn’t tell when you walked in, but he seemed pissed off. 

“I’ve been streaming for four hours. All I want is a break, what do you want?” He responded harshly.  

“Just turn off the stream, I wanna talk about wedding stuff,” you bargained. 

“One of us has to work, Y/N. I know it’s fun to just lounge around on the couch and pick flowers but I have a real job. A job I need to support you and this lavish wedding you want.” 

After hearing this, you simply got up and left the room. If that was truly how he felt, so be it. There didn’t have to be a wedding after all.

Going into a guest room and slamming the door, you instantly started applying for jobs. Kenma knew you were waiting until you finished college to get a job again, and that he’d support you through getting your masters degree. But clearly, that was a lie. 

And you wouldn’t force him to support you any longer.

(Not dressing up)

You were 20 weeks pregnant. Finally at the point where it didn’t just look like you ate a lot. It looked like you were growing a baby. This also meant that it was getting harder to find an outfit that wasn’t just a shirt that was streched out too much, or an ugly maternity dress that made you look even fatter than you felt. Thankfully, Oikawa was there for you ever step of the way. Buying you new things to try on, encouraging you, and telling you how beautiful you looked. But his views changed one day.

Now you and your husband, Oikawa, were walking around the grocery store. Just buying food for the week when one of his old classmates came up to him.

She was pregnant too, and shopping for groceries with her husband. The only difference was she was absolutely glowing. Her bump fit her nicely, and the dress she was wearing looked amazing on her. It gave her a very cheery vibe.

Since you didn’t go to Aoba Johsai, you didn’t know them. So, you just smiled and looked at the food intently, as if you didn’t know what you were going to grab. 

After a while they left and Oikawa’s mood seemed to have worsened.

“What’s wrong babe?” You asked, trying your best to keep up with the speed that he walked to the cash register, “and we’re missing a few things.”

“Why can’t you look more like Nami? She’s 24 weeks and she still dresses nicely,” He complained, gesturing towards your Crocs, T-shirt, and sweatpants.

“I’ve tried, nothing you good on me,” you were about to cry. You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that your husband was berating you in public. It was a good thing the cashier had her airpods in and the store was fairly empty.

“Well maybe you should stay home then. It’s embarrassing when my friends’ wives look better than my own,” he grumbled, picking up the pancake mix and syrup you put in the basket, “seriously? Are you trying to look like a whale?” 

Instead of explaining how HIS child was craving it, you simply put it back on the shelf and was silent the entire way home.

That night, after putting everything up and showering you rolled on your side of the bed alone. When he wrapped his arms around your bump as he did every night, you pushed him off. Ignoring him when he tried to apologize and reason with you.

The next day when he apologized, bought you new clothes, jewelry, and the food you wanted you still didn’t talk to him.

It’d take a lot more than bribery for you to forgive his actions. 

THIS BELONGS TO CARLEY-CHAN 2023 DO NOT REWORK/REWRITE!!

reblogs and likes appreciated <3

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[marypaol]

Unexpected Smile

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I’m mindful of :)

Summary: Reader likes Potions class, but dreads attending because of the Professor who teaches it. But that all ends when she is paired up with Draco to make a Potion.

Note: I don’t use Y/N, and this is kind of a long one. Long but worth it :)

Thing to Notice: I’m sorry if there isn’t enough talking between Reader and Draco, I just wanted to give the feel of Draco’s book personality. This is how I personally think he would react.

ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS.

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“I expect you to have this done by Friday. Class dismissed.”

Snape’s voice grumbled for the last time that day before the noise of his demands were replaced with chairs squeaking and bags closing. The girl herself got up, putting her ink and quill into the bag she carried before she left the classroom, wanting to leave the boring and brain frying class behind. She didn’t dislike Potions, she was quite fond of the class, rather if she didn’t have that particular Professor she would like the experience of mixing unordinary things in a cauldron much better. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was about the certain teacher at Hogwarts the made her dislike him, but she did know that his favor towards the Slytherins (coming from a Slytherin herself) wasn’t truly fair in her opinion. She of course didn’t speak of this, for Slytherins shouldn’t be compassionate according to her mother but in little moments like that she couldn’t help but do so.

It wasn’t until a certain day in Potions that she happened to take an excessive liking to the class along with the Professor; for this was a rare occurrence. It was for the reason of being in pairs for that lesson, her partner being someone that was known as the biggest snob in the history of snobs. He was so full of himself, making no such effort to make himself known as Malfoy’s son. But what was said about him didn’t effect her opinion on the boy, for she thought that since he tried so hard to give people the impression that his family was picture perfect he must have something more real beneath the surface. The surface which he tried to keep iced but ice melted is water every time. She personally thought there wasn’t a reason to not do that, since everyone had something they didn’t want everyone around them to know. Even her, for she didn’t want everyone to know how bad her anxiety got when it was about either schoolwork or just nothing. She couldn’t help her hands shaking and her lungs running out of air but no one could know that. No one will know that. So she would understand when someone wouldn’t want to open up to her, or someone else in general when it comes to what they are going through.

But at the moment when her and Draco’s name left Snape’s lips, and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join the usually empty seat beside her, she wanted nothing more than him to tell her every insecurity he ever had; past or present. Every problem on his mind about anything at all.

But of course it was foolish and silly to think that, for she knew that she was someone he wouldn’t ever think about talking to since they’ve never encountered before this moment.

So when the boy sat down beside her she smiled softly, giving him the gentlest welcome she could master, only to get a quiet snarl in response; she shrugged it off quickly though, despite the ever so soft sting in her chest.

After the what felt like year lasting instructions were spoken students started shuffling around, getting the best looking ingredients out of the supply that was there.

The girl was surprised when she saw that Draco had already gotten the things, separating the supplies accordingly into groups.

After a few seconds she wasn’t that surprised as she once, because she figured he got up when she wasn’t looking or did so before everyone else did to get first dibs; or just magic was simply the answer. Either way she didn’t mind as Draco handed her the feathers, signaling her to separate and chop them.

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“How do you know to do that?”

The voice was sharp and demanding, interrupting her current task at hand. She looked up at Draco, his face displaying curiosity and what looked like annoyance.

“To dice not chop.” He questioned, nodding to the diced mint leaves that were carefully cut on the cutting board in front of her. She found herself sinking down, a feeling of embarrassment settling in her chest as his eyes continued to linger on her.

“Well leaves are mostly diced when being put in a Potion; it helps the scent release and the effects to happen more quickly.” She explained, feeling her cheeks heat up as his eyes scanned her face, studying her like an open book he was taking notes on before a big exam. The silver eyes on her greatly impacted her, a fact she quickly noticed and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself.

He finally seemed to stop examining her, eyes showing a spark of interest.

“Oh.” He said shortly. “I will keep that in mind I suppose.”

If anyone else in the grounds of Hogwarts were to be told that by Draco Malfoy himself, they would be given the impression of mocking and annoyance, but she dug deeper and found appreciation and thanksgiving for the quick tip of the subject she knew he loved. She’s always noticed how Draco was good at Potions, always knowing reactions and understanding directions in the book easier than others. And that, right there, was one of the many reasons why she wanted to see the water surface and not the iced.

She made sure to smile soft, picking up the cutting board and scraping the diced leaves into the cauldron as he mixed counterclockwise slowly with the wooden spoon. What she did take notice of was not only did the liquid inside start to bubble and change color, but the normally straight-line formed lips stretched into a soft smile in exchange.

:)

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[ashdreams2023]

Hello ! Can I request an OS or headcanon with Loki (I don’t really care, do as you wish) about the reader coming back from a mission and being injured. But they doesn’t want to tell anyone (cause why not lmao, like doesn’t want to be a burden). Loki notice it. And, you know, he wanna help them but they’re stubborn. Blabla you know the thing.

Thank tou for all you’re work (which is TRULY incredible 🫶)

Thank you sweetheart I truly appreciate the kind words

Summary: you get injured and Loki is the only one who finds out

It was one of those under cover missions, the ones where only a selected few knew about

The mission itself went fine, it’s just you weren’t so lucky to come not scratched

Your side was bleeding through the bandages you’ve put on yourself, you couldn’t go to Bruce for help it was late and plus you’ll get lectured about doing those sort of missions alone

It was stressful enough how anxious everyone gets when the team split

The small first aid kit wasn’t helping that much, the rubbing alcohol hurt like hell and your sheets were dirty now, it was a bad idea to do this on your bed

You just hoped no one would hear you groaning in pain

But to your luck things don’t go your way, because after hissing in frustration when the bandage rolled off the bed your door opened

One person knew the secret code to your room and it was none other than Loki

He walked in holding a small basket filled of different types of chips, when he saw your wound and the mess you were in he dropped what he was holding immediately

"What has happened?!" He went to your side and reached to see your wound better but you moved away

"No! I’m fine, I can take care of myself it’s nothing…"

Loki wasn’t going to sit there and let you get infected or something "don’t you dare, you are hurt and in need of medical attention"

You shook your head and went to grab the bandages from the floor but it hurt more when you moved

Loki grabs them for you and pulls you close, he takes a look at your wound then starts muttering a charm

Your wound start to stitch together and it’s so painful you grab onto Loki’s arm for dear life until it’s fully healed

"Why didn’t you tell anyone?"

You looked down at the sealed wound and sigh "I didn’t want to bother anyone, I could handle myself and everyone is already quite busy with more important things"

"You could’ve died! Do you think that’s fair to everyone? That you hide something like this and then it gets worse and we only find out when it’s late?!"

You felt guilty, you didn’t want to cause a scene, everyone already worry enough but he scolded about it made you feel so…selfish in a way

Loki frowned and held you by the shoulders "Promise me you wouldn’t do this ever again"

"But-" "promises me to never belittle your own life like this and at least tell me if you get injured, promise."

Your glazed with tears as you nodded "I promise."

Loki brought you into a tight hug "Good, remember we care and I or anyone in this matter would think you’re a burden."

You wiped your tears and hid your face on his chest "ok."

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[teecupangel]

Time travel au where as son of the leader of the farm Desmond also gets lessons in management of money and resources (maybe also acting as the unofficial accountant of Bad Weather) so when he ends up in the 3rd crusade he slowly but completely takes over Masyaf's finances and makes it the best running assassin settlement the brotherhood has ever seen whether he's early enough to save kadar is up to you (also I can see Altaïr having a bit of a competence kink going on for Desmond (who secretly approved all of Altaïr's requests for anything because des trusts him))

Money and resource management was an important ‘subject’ on the Farm because they were more or less living off the grid so they truly did need to know when to spend their funds and what to prioritize.

When he ran away, money management became vital in keeping him alive and healthy. The lessons he found boring suddenly becoming so useful there were days his mind would think ‘Thank god I learned this’ but that would soon be followed by guilt so he tried his hardest to not think about it.

Once he started working in Bad Weather, it became easier to ignore how easy it was to fall into the habits of managing his funds and whatever stuff he had he could use.

Until he heard his boss complain about keeping records and how expensive it was to hire an actual accountant and Desmond volunteered to look at the records if he’d like.

He was met with suspicion which was fair and everything he did for the past three months were watched and reviewed closely.

After that, his boss just patted his back and Desmond suddenly had a part-time job as Bad Weather’s accountant.

It was… nice.

Well…

The pay was shit because his boss wasn’t really the best human being in the world but…

It was familiar and the numbers were relaxing.

… when they made sense.

When the numbers don’t match then Desmond would feel confused or anxious or just plain annoyed.

Only to be rewarded with satisfaction when those little mysteries were finally cleared and all the numbers lined up.

It was…

Nice.

Then Abstergo happened…

The Animus happened…

Honestly?

Desmond was jealous of Claudia Auditore.

Well, he felt sorry for her for what happened to the Auditores and for not even be given any real choice in what happened to her life after they have left Firenze but, at the same time, he was jealous of her job.

Taking care of Monteriggioni’s finances…

It sounded like a nightmare at the start but honestly?

Desmond would have preferred going cross-eyed reading numbers than learning to be an Assassin.

But he wasn’t given a choice.

He stopped having a choice the moment Abstergo took him on September 2012.

But then…

He was given a choice once more.

Being reborn in the 12th century as some orphan with unknown parents.

He knew that he had a shot in this.

He didn’t need to be an Assassin this time around.

Desmond…

Desmond was going to use all his 21st century knowledge and experience...

… to be the best goddamn accountant in Masyaf.

Unorganized Notes for Desmond in General:

Desmond goes to Masyaf as an orphan who wants to be a scholar. He refuses to be an Assassin recruit.

Al Mualim tried to shoo him off the first time because, well, he didn’t want to be a recruit but Desmond just kept trying to sneak back in (purposely badly so he won’t seem like a good recruit ‘candidate’) and check the books.

Al Mualim had to spend three months hearing Desmond whisper to the scholars what they’re reading and asking so many questions and the scholars would play along and whisper back to him even though everyone (even Desmond) knew Al Mualim could hear them.

Thankfully, the fact that Desmond has been reborn as a baby meant that he’s not used to his growing child body and that makes him pretty much a klutz. This is a good thing because many people think his clumsiness would make him a bad recruit.

Al Mualim finally relented after three months because, at that point, the scholars have pretty much adopted Desmond as their unofficial ‘scholar son’ and ‘scholar mascot’.

Desmond makes an effort to learn the basics of all languages taught to him because there are different variations of the languages in his brain (English having atleast 3 main variations, French having atleast 2, Latin was the least complicated one because Altaïr’s Latin and Ezio’s Latin were pretty much the same with only slight ignorable differences).

The scholars think Desmond is more of the hard-working type than the natural genuis type… then they started teaching Desmond arithmetic and holy shit, he’s a genius.

Desmond would grow up in Masyaf as a scholar known as the ‘numbers’ genius and would start to slowly take over Masyaf’s finances once he gets older.

Unorganized Notes for AltDes as kids:

When Desmond started ‘living’ in Masyaf, he would see Altaïr peek his head behind bookcases and would wave at him but Altaïr would just quickly duck.

Any attempts by Desmond to talk to Altaïr is thwarted by the other boy running away.

Desmond thinks Altaïr doesn’t like him because he’s encroaching Altaïr’s territory since Altaïr spent most of his childhood in the main library of Masyaf.

Altaïr is the opposite. He has been curious of Desmond when he started ‘badly’ sneaking into the library and following scholars around to ask what they’re studying but he’s always been a lonely child so he didn’t know how to approach Desmond. Whenever Desmond turns to look at him and smile, Altaïr’s face just heats up and his tummy feels weird so he runs away. Now that Desmond is staying in the keep and he sees him everyday, the heat on his face has traveled down to his neck and the weird feeling in his tummy has become so much more.

When Altaïr tells his father all of this, his father laughed. Seeing the confusion and fear in his son’s face, he kneels and pats Altaïr’s face as he says that he’s ‘attracted’ to Desmond. That led to a conversation no nine year old child should hear.

After that, embarrassment became the primary problem that made Altaïr ignore Desmond while Desmond sulks, thinking Altaïr hates him. The scholars are not helpful at all as most of them don’t wanna get into any children drama, they’re busy with their studies, damn it! The rest are enjoying the awkward little dance the two children are sorta doing.

Then Umar died and Altaïr becomes a recruit and he barely visits the library anymore.

Unorganized Notes for AltDes as Adults:

By the time Altaïr starts to make a name for himself as one of the best Assassins, Desmond has pretty much taken control of Masyaf’s finances.

Al Mualim is rumored to be thinking of appointing Desmond as the official ‘Keeper of Coffers’ but he’s delaying it because there are those who are against it for the sheer reason that Desmond is still young.

When Masyaf is attacked in 1189, Altaïr actually tries to save Desmond first before Al Mualim but Desmond was doing quite okay, having led the scholars to one of the many rooms of the castle that could easily be defended and leading them to make traps that would kill or immobilize the Templars long enough for Desmond to easily pick them off with his pointy stick (a piece of wood sharpened as a spear-ish stake).

Altaïr has been harboring a long-time ‘crush’ on Desmond. Desmond has stopped seeing Altaïr as his ancestor long ago but still feels sad because Altaïr ignores him. The two of them pining over each other is one of the few entertainments Masyaf has.

Desmond tutored Kadar when he was a recruit because he has problems with his numbers. That leads to Desmond being introduced to Malik and becoming friends with the Al-Sayf brothers. Altaïr’s rivalry with Malik stems from the fact that Malik and Desmond are ‘close’. Malik knows this and thinks Altaïr is an idiot and also annoying. Kadar is torn between supporting Altaïr’s long epic love story (“There’s no story, Kadar.” “Hush, Malik.”) or supporting the budding friends to lovers romance between his brother and Desmond (“Nothing is budding! Kadar, do not even attempt to tell anyone of any buds! Do you hear me?! If I hear that I’ve become part of a love triangle, I will shave your entire face while you sleep!”)

Malik does not wish to be put into any love triangle scenario because the scholars absolutely love the idea of Desmond and Altaïr together. They both think the two ‘kids’ as their fellow scholars and support their ‘union’. The last person who tried to get in between this slow burn was Abbas and the scholars were giving him death glares and doing petty pranks to get him to back off. Malik will not become a part of all of that!

Altaïr finally starts to try to talk to Desmond once he becomes a Master Assassin and Desmond is delighted. Altaïr has no idea why Desmond kept saying, “Salve, Altaïr. Would you like to look at the books?” using a different tone, but he just goes along with it because Desmond always looks happy whenever he says the line.

Everyone knows that Desmond is a stickler for proper procedure and will easily reject any requests if they don’t ‘cross their t’s and dot their i’s’… except with Altaïr who always get approved.

No matter how many times Desmond tells people it’s because Altaïr always have all the requirements filled correctly, no one believes him.

Altaïr double and triple checks all his request forms because he is absolutely worried he’d fuck up and Desmond would be disappointed at him.

Kadar is the only person who knows about Altaïr’s ‘worries’ and he’s turned AltDes shipper because of that.

AC1 happens with Desmond keeping his head down so Al Mualim won’t be sus of him but he always talks to Altaïr whenever he’s in Masyaf and becomes more or less the one person Altaïr tells all his thoughts to. It is during this time that he and Desmond actually start to get closer and their relationship finally develops.

Possible setups:

Kadar survives because Desmond tells him to be careful and to not do any big plays, just focus on staying alive and supporting his brother while he hands him more throwing knives that he stole from the armory.

Desmond has been undermining Al Mualim’s rule for years now since he started becoming the unofficial Keeper of Coffers or whatever his title was supposed to be but he hasn’t done anything big because he knows Altaïr has to be the one to take down Al Mualim. He did tell Malik though and Malik is just “WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS???”

When Altaïr becomes the mentor, Desmond is elevated to the title of ‘Financial Advisor’ (Desmond’s request because he thinks that title sounds cool) but everyone just goes and think of them as both mentors anyway.

#desmond takes care of the books #if our boy doesn’t want to be an assassin then he doesn’t have to be an assassin #as long as he’s happy #that’s the important part #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes

[family-tree-of-ships]

So, I’ve been thinking.

Buck has some seriously bad taste in girlfriends over the course of these glorious 6 seasons, before he decides to see if the other side can bring some light in. I mean, all of the women he has seriously dated had some strong likable qualities to them and they all wanted what’s best for Buck (I’m trying at my own share of optimism here). I think, from all of them, Abby was his most successful one (before it obviously crashed and burned and shattered his big wonderful heart). It had something none of the other ones had. Acceptance and honesty. Abby accepted his job, listened when Buck was caught up into his head about the stresses of the job. Buck accepted her problems with her mother and helped her through while she was alive and for a good time after she passed. Buck was honest with her, as she was with him. They had been through their fair share of trials and tribulations. Up until she left for Europe, I honestly liked them together.

Once they’re officially over, all the other relationships he has either miss one or the other.

Ali couldn’t get over the dangers Buck was open to while on the job.

Taylor fully accepted his job, even was honest and genuine with him at some point. Buck didn’t reciprocate either. He couldn’t get over her intense ambition for every new story she could use to her benefit (to which she obtained by breaching his trust, both when they first met and when they were well into their relationship). He wasn’t open with her, again, in many circumstances. Even cheated on her with Lucy, for whom he didn’t have any sort of feelings other than attraction. When you get drunk, the truth comes out. There’s no devil, just a complete lack of self-restraint. If Buck truly loved her, which we know he didn’t, since her answer to her confession was literally “Good.”, getting drunk should’ve confirmed his affections, not completely contradict them. Buck, seems like an affectionate and happy drunk, since that’s who he is. If he loved Taylor, we should’ve gotten a sequence in which he calls her and starts spitting dramatic declarations or even comes home to her because when you love someone, they’re your home. Your instinct is to go them, not kiss the next person you see. Then, he lies, once he gets to his apartment, after this ‘mistake’. And asks her to move in. Because he got nervous. He couldn’t be honest with her. When they found out, they brushed it off quickly, never to be mentioned again. As if they wore both scared. They break it off, eventually, after a story that should’ve remained private made the headlines. It was an important breach in trust, but it shouldn’t have been enough for Buck, considering how loyal he is (just look at how much he waited for Abby). But it didn’t need to be too much, since there wasn’t anything too significant or tethering between them to begin with.

Natalia was fascinated by his death, which was an instant message that this wasn’t going to last in any way, shape or form. Buck is also dishonest with her, about Lucy and his history with her, again. We can understand this, it shines a bad light on him if he confesses he has cheated before, but didn’t he say she sees him? Shouldn’t that bring out at least some kind of easiness into ending up saying the truth? Apparently not.

We can see why the majority dislike Buck’s choices in the women he dates long-term. Ali and Natalia never get fleshed out. Abby and Taylor do and you, as a watcher, can even sympathize with them, but they both end up really hurting Buck. So, what can you do? Settle for what the show gives you? Fandoms don’t do that, especially when they aren’t satisfied.

Okay, so who reaches those two requirements and is constantly present in Buck’s life, who is properly fleshed out? You guessed it.

Drumrolls, please.

Eddie.

Do we even have to talk about acceptance? Come on.

Eddie has been here since season 2. Through a near death experience, then another one, then a lawsuit and then another one (there’s a lot, enough to fill a whole card-based game). Buck has also had to suffer through two of those near-death meetings with Death that Eddie has had. They’ve fully had each other’s backs within the first 48 hours of meeting one another. Honesty between them is natural and that is expressed in a lot of scenes. To list a few, we have Eddie having panic attacks when he thinks of committing to Ana. He goes and talks about it with Buck and Bobby and then breaks it off with her. Secondly, when Eddie finds about the fates of his army friends and destroys his bedroom through a fit of rage brought on by helplessness and fear. A very vulnerable state to be in (let’s be honest, how many damn people have seen Eddie cry his eyes out?). Buck goes in, listens to him, gives him advice and we later see them both patching up his wrecked bedroom walls. Thirdly, we have Buck going to his house to get some reprieve from the constant worry his friends have for him, knowing that he won’t be pushed here, but comfortably accompanied. He falls asleep immediately (let’s ignore couch theory before I go bonkers). That’s both of them expressing vulnerability and raw honesty. More than they’ve done with any lover, no matter how fleshed out.

There’s clearly an answer here. We’re going to wait until they find it.

#911 #911 show #911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #taylor kelly #Abby #they’re in love your honor #I quite fucking literally don’t make the rules #I’m given facts #I analyze #I come to a conclusion #this is what the show is giving me] #911 what’s your emergency #911 fox #911 season 6 #the brainrot is real #buddie brainrot

[dreamsofjanuary]

matilda | e.m

summary: after having yet another fight with your dad, you run to eddie for comfort.

warnings: daddy issues, mention of abuse, kind of justifying one’s own abuse(?), not proof read

note: my attempt at self-soothing involves eddie now. i’m a goner. also this is kind of based on matilda by harry styles ig? very loosely.

you had a complicated relationship with your dad. you loved him - truly, you did, but he was horrible to you. you’d wrestled over how you felt about your relationship a lot, and come to the conclusion that he was a good person, really. just not a good parent.

tonight was another example of this, when he’d drank too much and forced himself into a bad mood.

“it’s not fair for you to take your anger out on me!” you tried to reason with him, though you knew it was pointless. but still, you had to try.

“i’m angry at you!” your father yelled back. “you always talk back, you never do anything for me!”

“you know what? i don’t need this!” you stormed away.

“you’d better not walk out that door!” he yelled as you did exactly that. you knew where to go. as you marched towards your boyfriend’s house without any protection from the harsh rain falling, you got yourself more and more worked up, until you stood at his doorstep in the rain, crying. you knocked, ignoring the cold shiver that ran down your spine. it took a few moments for someone to answer, and you were glad that it was eddie. he smiled until he realised you were crying.

“come in, you’ll get ill.” he said, ushering you in out of the cold. wordlessly, he took you to the bathroom, pulled your jumper off of you and wrapped you in a towel.

“what’s wrong, love?” he sat down on the toilet seat and looked at you, perched on the edge of the bath.

“it’s my dad again.” you sighed, watching as eddie’s jaw tightened. he knew your dad all too well from the stories you’d told him. he knew that he didn’t treat you right. that you deserved so much better. that he could kill that bastard for ever making you cry.

“come on, put some of my clothes on. you look freezing.” he stood, taking your hand. you followed him to his room, where he grabbed a jumper and a pair of jogging bottoms for you to wear. you put them on as you explained how the argument had started. you’d begun crying again as you climbed into his bed with him. eddie pulled you towards him so that you were lying on his chest, with one arm around you and the other brushing away your tears.

“i just don’t understand why he has to be so mean.” your voice cracked as you spoke. eddie brushed a hair from your face.

“you can’t understand it, princess.” he sighed. “he’s not mean to you for any good reason.”

“he’s not the person i thought he was.” you whispered into his shirt. eddie was quiet for a while as his lips rested on your head.

“you don’t deserve this.” he pulled you tighter against him as he removed his hand from your face, and ran it down the arm that was wrapped around his torso.

“i know.” you sighed, resigning yourself to his comfort almost reluctantly.

“i mean it. you don’t.” he said, still gentle, but more firm now. “he’s cruel because he can be. you’re a victim of his…of his abuse because you have no choice. you live with him so you can’t escape it for good.”

“i wish i could escape it. you have no idea how awful living with him is.” you mumbled. eddie was quiet for a while, seemingly mulling something over.

“stay with me.”

“what?”

“stay with me.” eddie spoke as if this plan had no flaws. as if this idea was casual, and not a life changing moment for his lover. “stay with me, in my mansion. it’s okay, my uncle won’t mind. he likes you. and you’ll be out of your dad’s house. hey, what’s wrong? do you not want to?”

sniffling, you wiped tears from your eyes.

“i do want to. but you don’t have to do this for me.”

“yes i do. but i want to, sweetheart.”

“thank you, eddie.” you sighed, almost blissfully. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

taglist: @eyelessfaces

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson comfort

[creepytoes88]

Headcannon Neteyam eats alot 💀

@cinetrix ofc I love this image so damn much

Warnings : non lol sfw n all kinda short and idk if I did a head cannon right but TAAAADAAAA anyways

So let’s start off with the Na’vi people are just big being’s anyways so obviously they eat a lot much more then any human could dream.

Much more tht Neteyam well he eats more the any other grown man in the clan.

He grew up in the clan around his people so it’s more of a on going joke at this point about how does he even have any room left in his skinny body ya know.

When he was just born he would constantly cry Mo’at would simply say “my eywa he’s just hungry again” like so confused she’s delivered hundreds of babies and helped raise even more then that, but Neteyam was just a bottomless pit it seemed.

Jake and Neytiri couldn’t keep him from solid food as soon as he could crawl he was snatching food off plates and fruit out of baskets so what did Jake do? What any natural human would do, as that’s the only example he has at that point in his life.

He put it on the table and he truly believed he had handled the problem, unfortunately that just prompted the excited baby Neteyam to climb up the chair legs and on to the table as quite and quickly as can be.

Jake turned around and about had an out of body experience from the shock running through his body place Neteyam back on the floor just for him to repeat it this time right in front of his fathers watching eyes.

That was certainly the last thing he expected from his year and half old baby boy so they did start him a bit early on solids lol. He grew so did the the hunger, so for the first 6 years of his life he was as “chubby”as a Navi child can be of course that didn’t last long seeing as not only did he have a growth spurt very shortly after turning six but he began training.

Eventually him into the tall, slender, strong, and sexy Warrior he is today always providing well for the clan with hunting and gathering but of course the only thing he gets in trouble for beside the trouble his siblings bring in his rather peaceful(I CAN DREAM) life.

When the hunting party is out he has a bad habit of bringing snacks lol just a few small fruits or some dried meats his grandmother keeps in bulk for him at all times for her growing young Warrior.

Not only does it attract other predators lurking in the forest that are definitely not friends it. Drives. Jake. fucking. batty.

He gets so fucking angry when the forest is completely silent and all he can hear his son fucking struggling to eat a whole slim Jim (Jake refuses to call it anything else) in one bite without alerting anyone around him.

After moving to the reef and finding a whole new world of food options he was so fat n full after the first meal the family were a wee bit embarrassed.

Neteyam definitely had his fair share making others in their new clan stare in shock right up until you popped up the clan chef really you just organized meals in the clan and we’re in charge of the gathering of fruits and vegetables as well as medicine good leaves and vines for clothes and shelter supplies.

All you saw was ur kinda man for cooking was a great past time of yours loving to create new thing and find new spices and turn sour berries into sweet treats even tho the other women on the reaf just didn’t quite get it to you he was amazing.

His mysterious ways making him impossible to read other then the fact he clearly loves the food you would bring him and him simply returning the plate or bowl with shells and flowers spewed on top little did you know you’d be cooking for him everynight and definitely every meal after you all return to the forest but this time as his mate ❤️

Taglist: @prettiestplanetarian (I’m only gonna tag you in this one cus you said to but I can tag you in others if you want lol anyways thank you for the support without knowing what to expect 💋💋)

#neyteyam #neteyam smut #Jake sully #Twow #avatar #headcannons #Thank y’all sm kisses 😘 #xoxo

[toytle]

Hi! I love your art style it's like. Breathtaking. And your hcs on barry are some of my favourites of all time?

What do you think of "The Ballad of Barry Allen by Jim's Big Ego as an analysis of Barry's character?

are you asking or are you telling me 🤨 lol THANK YOU i put all my headcanon power into him <3

for the ballad, i love their song stress, and this isn’t bad at all as far as fansongs go. but there’s a reason i don’t include it in my barry playlist, and it’s ultimately bc it doesn’t fit my narrative haha

the song was made in 2003 and i haven’t read many comics before then, so idk how well it aligns w barry’s characterization prior to flashpoint, but i’m basing my playlist off post-flashpoint, so that’s where a lot of the differences will lie

for starters, the song only includes one half of barry’s relationship to his superspeed, and it’s important to me that a barry interpretation includes both sides of that coin. instead, it’s playing on the idea of the dark side of the hero fantasy, an inherently optimistic genre. which, fair, being a superhero sounds like a nightmare, but that angle is less novel to me when that’s the extent of the analysis (and i’m a little over the whole “i hate being a superhero” storyline in general, personally). the song is basically abt how much it would suck to have superspeed bc the world slows to a crawl and you’re left behind bc no one else can keep up w you. and it’s true, that is a very real setback! especially for someone like barry who’s already prone to self-isolation and time management issues! but what does the song actually have to say abt him as a character?

the thing is, barry isn’t a “i wish i wasn’t a hero” kind of guy. he’s a “could i be so strong [to give up the flash]? or do i love the thrill of these powers too much?” kind of guy. he’s a “knowing what i know now… if i could go back in time… maybe i would’ve been somewhere else the day lightning struck my lab and electrified those chemicals, ready and willing to forfeit a life of dodging deathtraps and battling villains… who am i kidding? there’s no going back. no do-overs. like everyone else, superheroes can only follow the path destiny has laid out for them, whatever lies ahead.” kind of guy. yes, barry is caged by his superspeed, but it would be misleading to not present it first and foremost as the very thing that frees him. it’s a double-edged sword that gives him purpose, and that freedom in obligation is what motivates him to keep going. as a wise man once said, “all you can do is go forward.” (“thanks.” “superman is pretty smart isn’t he.” “hm.”)

i think the real kicker for me was this lyric: “i’ve got time to think about the past… how my life was so exciting before i got this way.” my sincerest apologies to mr. allen, but he does not feel complete to me without his mother’s death or his father’s false imprisonment. this backstory contextualizes everything for me. his life was NOT exciting before his superspeed, it was lonely and full of escapism, either in his sci-fi/comics or his dedication to finding justice. i am of the belief that barry didn’t truly start living until he got his superspeed, over 2 decades of waiting around before he rly understood freedom and what it meant to live for himself. i get what they’re trying to do here, but this is what i mean when i say it feels like the song characterizes barry around the concept of his speed rather than how barry’s speed defines him as a person

ik i can’t expect a 4min song to include every aspect of a character’s timeline/development/nuance (esp before some of that even existed lol), but my issue isn’t that it doesn’t cover enough ground—it’s not bad that they had a theme and stuck by it, i actually love the lyrics from a speedster perspective. my issue is that i don’t think this is a good framing for barry’s character as a whole. for all his regrets and suffering, barry is optimistic to the point of denial. choosing this to be The theme to represent barry just. doesn’t feel like barry to me. it’s more like barry is the placeholder subject as an excuse to sing abt superspeed

if this was somehow less overtly a “BARRY ALLEN FANSONG” and maybe more metaphorical or even non-fandom, then it would be a dif situation and i might have dif opinions. at the end of the day, this has more to do w my pickiness than the quality of the song, and the fact that it even exists is so exciting for me as a barry allen enjoyer first, human second. but if you’re going to call smth a character study, i Will be getting my hopes up

#barry allen #the flash #dc #danswers #danbles #i’ve never had to put this into coherent thought before usually i’m just being a hater unprompted in my friends’ dms LOL #which i think should emphasize that my opinions say more abt me than this song or even barry #but ty for the kind words + ask! this was rly fun to rattle around in my brain #i love having strong opinions abt things that don’t matter 😋

[angst-king]

Betrayal Beyond Repair pt 1

(this is a Fallen Emily AU hazbin fic. CW mention & description of violent injuries including blood )

“Miss Emily, is everything alright?” “Huh?” The snake gave a soft smile to the young seraphim and repeated his question. The girl straightened up her slouched stature and nodded quickly.

“Yes yes, ev-everything is fine, Sirpentious.” She tried to muster a smile but the snake was unconvinced and reached out a gentle over hers.

“You’ve been spacing out and you haven’t been yourself as of lately. I may not know you well but, I pay attention.” Emily blushes a little realizing she had been letting her guard down enough for the new winner to notice. She didn’t know whether to tell him or not, would he even care? It truly wasn’t that bad, he didn’t need to know. Shaking her head she tried once more to convince him nothing was wrong but the tears that fell didn’t help her case.

“Miss Emily, please, you’ve done so much for me since I arrived, it's only fair that I return this favor.” Emily knew she couldn’t get out of it and sighed shakily.

“….ever since the trial that exposed the exterminations. I’ve tried to understand Sera’s reasoning…but I never truly did. I’ve tried convincing her that it needs to end and there is a much better way to go about this but she hasn’t been listening.” Sirpentious nodded along with a sympathetic look.

“I have a journal that I write in when I get frustrated or don’t know what to do. Sera’s never went through it before…until now.” Curiosity filled Sirpentious wondering where this was going even though he had a feeling that he already knew.

“She went through it, and screamed at me for my ‘foolish and childish’ ideas. Called me selfish and…other things.” Brushing a lock of hair covering her neck she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Sirpentious looked wide-eyed at her, he knew Sera had issues but he never guessed she would do something like that to someone whom she considered her sister.

“Oh Miss Emily, I’m so sorry.” “I-it…it’ll be okay Sirpentious, I-I probably am just out of line or something. I shouldn’t involve you in this.” Pentious took her hands in his gingerly rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

“No, you didn’t deserve that. She shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure your ideas are amazing.” “A-are you sure?” “Yes, I am dear. Now listen carefully” Sirpentious pulled the girl close, at first Emily was confused until she realized he was telling her what to do if she ever found herself kicked from heaven. She heavily doubted it would ever happen, she was a high Seraphim like her sister. Sure Sera had harshly humiliated her but, she wouldn’t go that far would she? It wouldn’t hurt to keep everything the man said in mind though…just in case.

And it was good that she did.

She didn’t even remember how she ended up in hell but, one minute she was in heaven the next she was lying in the red dirt of hell. She didn’t even know where in hell she was since she didn’t know much about the place. All she could see was red, and her own blood. It took several attempts to gather the strength to get to her feet. She remembered Sirpentious’s instructions though. Either find the kindest overlord or the hotel, tell them who sent you and never look back. Even though she didn’t know where she was going, she started her walk into the pride ring. Of course, she garnered many stares from the sinners. Many only saw angels on extermination day, so most looked wary or not fond of her presence, to put it mildly.

Limping along the sidewalk golden blood trailed behind her along with a troop of sinners who looked ready to attack at any second. She didn’t care, too focused on finding someone who could help before her body gave out. Each step sent a shock wave of searing white-hot pain through her. She could feel certain bones crunching and crackling, she could taste the blood, and her vision was beginning to cloud and blur.

“Unless you wish to face any consequences you’ll stop following this young angel.” A dark raspy voice commanded, Emily froze too scared to look up. Unknowing to her the group of sinners turned tail and ran, and two young girls approached her and carried her. She barely had the chance to see who it was before unconsciousness took her.

“Zestial is everything alright? You said you’d be coming home an hour ago.” “Sorry to worry you Carmilla but, on my way back with the girls, I found an injured seraphim being followed by some sinners.” That got Carmilla’s attention quickly, turning away from her current task with curiosity. Zestial beckoned for her to follow him towards the living room where the girls were working on fixing up Emily’s injuries. Something in Carmilla broke, even though she never knew the girl, she knew it had to be bad for her to be wandering around with such injuries.

“We’ll keep her here for a while.”

With the agreement in place, she helped her daughter through the process of tending to Emily’s injuries. Seeing the damage had her curious as to what happened. She could tell this had been done by angelic weapons. Still, why would they do this? Had she gone against them? Judging by the clothes she wore she seemed almost princess-like.

It was a normal morning at the hotel, and everything running as usual, Lucifer had stopped by to check in on things.

“Hello hello, how’s everything going?” He asked while pulling his daughter into a hug as soon as possible, she smiled at him while answering.

“Everything’s going well, still working on some renovations but going well, Dad. Thanks for asking.”

“That’s good! I’m glad to see it, do you have any plans for today?” “Not really, The majority of the new flyers passed out yesterday, today’s just a relaxed day.” “Oh, maybe we can go out! You’ve been working so hard these past few days, what do ya say Charlie? Vaggie as well, if you’d like to go, I’d love to get to know you.” Charlie walked Lucifer over to the bar to sit down. Vaggie raised a brow at the invitation and sheepishly asked

“I mean I don’t mind it, Are you sure I wouldn’t be crashing on anything?” Lucifer waved it off

“No way, you are my daughter’s girlfriend, I’ve missed out on meeting you the last 3 years, I gotta start somewhere.” As they agreed to the plan the doors to the hotel swung open. Behind them was Carmilla carrying Emily wrapped up in a jacket.

“I’m terribly sorry to barge in so early but you guys are the best ones to handle this.” Turning to see who she was and the limp body she was carrying Charlie and Lucifer both leaped from their seats and rushed over.

“Is that Emily?!” Asked Charlie, Carmilla explained what Zestial had told her as Charlie guided her to the couch where she gently laid the girl down. All attention from those in the lobby was zoned in curiously.

Charlie gasped as the coat unraveled to see the extent. A good portion of her torso had been bandaged up though blood was still seeping through. Her hair matted in it too as well as bandages wrapped around her head and legs. One ankle had been wrapped in a splint, and the color in her face looked almost sickly.

“What happened to her?!” “She fell.” Answered Lucifer, quickly taking off his hat and coat, rolling up his sleeves he materialized a first aid kit while checking Emily’s condition. Charlie stood by offering her assistance. A sneer pulled at his expression as looked over her beaten and battered body.

“She doesn’t have enough strength for me to heal all of her injuries, I’ll heal what I can, the rest are going to have to heal on their own.”

He huffed focusing his energy on his healing magic. A soft gold and red glow emitted as he did this, some wounds closed completely others only partially. Once he finished what he could he picked her back up and told Charlie to follow after thanking Carmilla for bringing Emily. Following her father closely, Charlie could feel his energy change. It was a mix of sadness and anger, even with his face stone cold, she saw the way her father held Emily. How firm yet gently his claws curled around her, how he kept Emily’s head to his chest so securely.

Lucifer had Charlie unlock a bedroom where he placed Emily to rest for now. “Dad….a-are you okay?” Charlie didn’t know how to ask the question but she knew what answer she wanted. Lucifer knew what she was asking and sighed as he pulled the blanket over Emily.

“I’m just…angry is all.” Charlie nodded in understanding as they both peered back at the girl.

“I’ve known her since she was first created, they kept her innocence and blinded. She was a pawn….She was so sweet, and kind.” A crack in his voice escaped, Charlie looked back to her father to see him shaking.

“I know why they threw her down here…same reason they did with me.”

“Why don’t we go, let her sleep alright?” Suggested Charlie, extending a hand to the king who straightened himself up and took her hand. Lucifer turned the lights out before they left following his daughter out.

Three days went by before Emily had woken up in a dim unfamiliar room.

“Wh-where am I?” She sat herself up and almost screamed from pain trying to get out of bed. Looking down at herself she noticed the bandages which only made her even more confused. What happened to her? Where was she? This wasn’t the castle. It was no easy task but she managed to walk herself out of her room and down the hallways.

“All the walls are red…a-am I in hell?” She asked herself, why was it so hard to remember. She knew something had happened, someone hurt her, but who? Using the wall to keep her balance, Emily dragged herself down the long hallway and into the elevator. The elevator ride gave her a little bit of time to think about how she ended up here. Last she remembered she had just gotten back to the castle after hanging out with SirPentious.

When the elevator dinged she entered what looked to be a large hotel lobby.

“Woah what is this place?” Emily wondered out loud, just as she stepped out Nifty came running at her with a knife.

“Kill kill KIll Kill the angel!” Letting out a scream Emily scrambled to get back into the elevator. She ended up falling back and closing the door before someone had grabbed the cyclops.

“No no no Nifty, ya can’t kill her, she’s a guest.” A voice explained from the lobby, there was a short back and forth before the elevator door was opened.

“I’m sorry, she’s been like that since the last extermination.” A gray hand extended itself to Emily who cautiously took it once she recognized who it was.

“V-vaggie?” The woman nodded and pulled the angel to her feet and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“What are you doing out of bed? You don’t look like you should be walking about just yet.” Emily shrugged and smiled sheepishly explaining that she didn’t know where she was.

“Oh well, you’re in hell and this is the Hazbin hotel that Charlie mentioned during the big meeting.” This seemed to jog a little bit of Emily’s memory as she looked around.

“Wow so this is a big hotel, this place is rather nice.” “Thanks we just finished the main renovations since the last attack destroyed the first place.” Vaggie brought Emily over to the couch and told her to sit tight. Emily nodded and just continued to look around the place, it was much nicer than she had anticipated. The place was clean, seemed to be well kept and organized.

“Oh Emily, what are you doing out of bed?” Looking over her shoulder she saw Charlie and told her what she had told Vaggie, and that Vaggie had helped her to the couch.

“Well, I understand that, it is probably frightening to wake up in a completely unknown place. Anyways, how are you feeling?” Charlie asked while placing herself beside Emily.

“I’m okay i guess, everything still hurts. How long have I been asleep for?” “Hm well, from what Carmilla said, i’m going to guess about 6 days now.” “6 Days?! What happened to me?!” Emily asked in a panic holding onto the dress shirt she had been placed in.

“You exiled from heaven-” “What?! No no no, I-I couldn’t have!” Her eyes blew wide, shaking her head in disbelief.

“No no no, Sera wouldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t, she would never let that happen! Sera…Sera would never hurt me.” Her words coming out in a flurry of fear and desperation, tears welled up as she collapsed in on herself as she repeated it all. Charlie had only seen this once, it was with Vaggie. When Vaggie had been abandoned by the exorcists she went through something similar.

Gently Charlie pulled Emily into her letting her cry into her shoulder listening to her repeat her mantra. This did attract a lot of attention though most of the inhabitants of the hotel kept their distance. Vaggie had come back with water and a blanket, she could hear the angel’s cries from the elevator and braced herself to see the poor girl sobbing. She draped the blanket over Emily’s shoulders and waited it out. They eventually brought the girl back up to her room knowing it would be best for now. It did hurt them when they realized she had managed to cry herself into unconsciousness and soon sleep.

#king's fanfic #king's hazbin fic #emily hazbin hotel #fallen emily au #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #lucifer morningstar