This will inevitably get longer the more fandoms and characters I write for, and I will absolutely be keeping it updated. Also, if links don't work, please lemme know and I'll fix em :)
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Marvel
Loki Masterlist
Also includes Mobius M. Mobius and Wowki/Lokius fics
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Markiplier Egos
Markiplier Egos Masterlist
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Baldur’s Gate 3
First Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist
Second Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist
I Come With Knives Masterlist
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Love and Deepspace
First Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Second Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Third Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Fourth Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Fifth Love and Deepspace Masterlist
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The Raven Masterlist
I Used To See The Future Masterlist
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My Hero Academia
Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead
Stressing About Finals - Dadzawa x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: brief mention of family abandonment
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Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic
Feeling Shitty - Dad Mic x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: feeling like shit, depression i guess, hurt/comfort, slight fem reader vibes kinda?? But it can be read as neutral. Oh also swearing just a little
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Yagi Toshinori/All Might
Number One Dad - Dad Might x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: none
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Erasermic
Erasermic Drabble - Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada
Warnings: none
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The Witcher
AO3 Only (Links for here broke) - Geralt x gn!reader (platonic/familial), Jaskier x gn!reader
General warnings (Please read the warnings on each chapter): swearing, blood, fighting
Definitive Evidence - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader
Warnings: mild hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, defense attorney reader, injury, blood, stabbing, unconsciousness, blood loss, hospitals, holding hands, small displays of affection, forehead kisses, Simon is secretly a big softie, cuddling
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He's Alive - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader, hurt/comfort
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Cake Thief - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader, fluff + silly
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Legend of Zelda
Ganondorf
My King - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC
Warnings: making out, allusions to sex, possessiveness, size-difference
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Forever and Always - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC
Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)
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I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here - Harvey x gn!Farmer
SMUT Warnings: smut, fluff, no penetration, no genitals mentioned for reader, grinding, cumming in pants, pet names, pleasure dom Elliott, explicit consent, kissing, biting, nipple play, praise, embarrassment, anxiety, virginity, loss of virginity (open to interpretation), cuddling, clothed sex, Elliott is a bit of a dork
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Take A Break - Elliott x gn!Farmer
Warnings: fluff, mild hurt/comfort, established relationship, cuddling, overworking, exhaustion, self-worth issues, married life
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My New Muse - Elliott x fem!Reader
Warnings: Regency AU, pre-relationship, first meetings, ballroom dancing, masquerade, class differences, reading, books, no use of Y/N, fluff, happy ending
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The Arcana
Asra Alnazar
Rice Pudding - Asra x gn!Reader/Apprentice
Warnings: food, vague spoilers (as in, if you know you know), Asra being mischievous
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Julian Devorak
Death Bed - Julian x gn!Reader/Apprentice
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, crying, mental breakdown, coming to terms with dying, death, spoilers for Julian's route
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Howl's Moving Castle
Howl Pendragon
Daisies - Howl x gn!Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, hanahaki disease, requited unrequited love, language of flowers, kissing, love confessions, potentially ooc, references to novel, movie setting
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Big Hero Six
Tadashi Hamada
Sleep Tight - Tadashi x gn!Reader (romantic or platonic)
sylus forces you to use his money and spoil yourself.
tags : sylus x reader , smut with barely any plot lol
NSFW 🔞 MDNI
as someone who feels guilt and awkwardness whenever you receive gifts, money or food outside of your birthday, this specific trait of yours bothers sylus a lot more than he lets out.
at first, he probably thinks that you're being shy, that you aren't used to being spoiled with materialistic gifts for no reason. he'd probably even think that it's adorable, cute. heck, sylus would probably even turn it into a challenge to himself on how to make you blush crimson red with just gifts, rather than his smug flirting or big dick.
initially, it was a fun little challenge for himself, but when he slowly realizes that you actually feel guilt, or even worse, feel a gnawing feeling to repay his kindness back ?
that's when it would keep sylus up at night, more than necessary. buying you whatever you desire, giving you whatever you wish, is the way sylus operates. but what happens if every time he gives, your heart feels heavy ? how can he fix that ? how can he take away this trait of yours ?
it would pain him so much, internally. it would be as if he would have to show his love and devotion to you in controlled manners, and that actually hurts more than if you were to reject his gifts. because what do you mean he has to control his desire to lavish you in pure gold, diamonds, and only the best of the best materials of clothes ?
it pains sylus whenever you hold yourself back from using his money to buy yourself whatever you want. it pains him to see you look away from things you like, just because the price is too high or the item isn't on sale. the hurt physically itches, deep inside of him. this greed of his, would burn so much and with no way to let it out.
because whenever he tries to persuade you to use his black card and go on a shopping spree, you would politely decline the offer, always giving the same excuses : "i will wait until it is on sale, it's too expensive", "i can wait, it's not like i need it now", "no, for the price i could buy other useful stuffs".
"yes kitten, you are right but what if you buy this and the other essentials ?"
and every time, you would politely decline, shyly refusing his offer to spoil you.
and every time, sylus dies a little bit inside.
and so, sylus started to think of solutions to make you feel comfortable enough to use his money without repaying him. it took some time, too much time for his liking. sylus isn't generally a patient man, except for you.
but even then, he has his limits. he tried to send anonymous packages that contained items from your online wishlist, he tried to get luke and kieran to give it to you as if it came from them and not him, he tried to invent random couples event days so he could buy you gifts.
none worked. you would always find a way to repay his kindness : you'd cook his favorite meals randomnly, clean his mansion for no reason, spend your own money to buy his favorites wines, etc.
and sylus has had enough.
so he resorted to the only way that he knows how to convince you without words.
and so, this is how you ended up, after a lovely date you two had. your chest pressed firmly against the mattress as sylus laid his entire weight on top of you, his muscular sweaty chest crushing you down. his hips rolled against your ass, so deep and forceful.
his laptop was open in front of you, tabs of multiple different online shops open. but you couldn't focus on the products, all you could feel was the fullness and heaviness deep inside you, stretching you so wide and so well -
"focus, kitten." sylus growled against your shoulder before biting on your soft skin. you gasped at the sharp pain before he soothed the redness with gentle kisses.
sylus continued to grind against you, his big arms caging you entirely under him, under his control and insatiable greed to love, mark and claim you.
his thrusts were slow, deep and insistent. you weren't sure how long he has been fucking you, but you knew he wasn't going to let you cum and end this lovely night without you spending at least a couple of thousands of dollars.
"nothing caught your eyes, kitten ? or are you still feeling guilty spending my money ?" and sylus made his point by slamming his cock deep in your dripping cunt, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously hard with each word.
you've seen sylus desperate, needy, clingy, impatient. he's made love to you countless times, always so gentle and willing to please you in every ways that you wished for. you thought you've seen everything about sylus but clearly, tonight you were wrong. it isn't the first time that sylus would pound you so hard, you'd be sore the next day. but this ?
this was different. there was anger behind his love, hidden with sweet sensual words. your index moved to the next tab, trembling softly under his roughness. with every slam of his hips against your ass, you could feel his cock twitch, clearly holding himself back from cumming and stuffing you full of his seed.
"buy something, kitten. or you won't cum at all tonight."
and again, sylus made his point by sneaking his hand around your chest, his fingers pinching and caressing your hardened nipples. moans and gasps echoed in his bedroom, but sylus' entire focus went on the laptop, his eyes glowing bright red when you finally, finally added a luxury handbag to the cart.
immediately, sylus buried his face in your shoulder, where he had bitten you earlier. "good girl", he whispered before finally releasing you from underneath him.
before you could even lift yourself up on your elbows, large hands held your hips up roughly before sylus started pounding you.
Summary: You, 0204 (Atlas) and 5012 play truth or dare. Chaos is included.
Word count: 2.037
Notes: I wrote this before bed, so don't expect much. Gender isn't really mentioned much, if it's mentioned it is irrelevant. No use of y/n. With that said, enjoy <3
5012 had no idea how he got into this situation.
Well, that wasn´t entirely true. He´d agreed to it.
He had been so sure that they would not win the bet. He would not have agreed to it if he would have seen even the slightest possibility that you could win.
Nonetheless, you had won. Both you and Atlas, who was currently occupied shouting along to some 2000´s pop song like his life depended on it, had glamoured yourself on your first day. Impressive, he´d called it. When you called out the price of his loss, he had assumed you were joking.
There was no sense in pulling out now. He had never regretted not being able to lie and talk himself out of something more.
“5012. Truth or dare?”
You mused, your voice holding a cheerful tone that he found irritating to a degree that concerned him. He could barely make out your voice over the music, but to his absolute displeasure, he could make out the words either way.
“Truth, if I must.”
he said, making it clear to everyone in the room that, if he had a choice, he would rather be anywhere else. That only encouraged the two of you further, and even Atlas was paying full attention for once. You took a moment to consider what to ask but eventually settled on something tame. At least for now.
“Who is your favourite between Atlas and me?”
You asked and it earned you a roll of his eyes. You leaned in a little, which wasn´t exactly necessary with all of you sitting in a circle on the ground like you were a bunch of undead high schoolers. You just had to, the look on his face too amusing to miss.
“You are delinquents. Both of you.”
He stated. You knew it was true, not even because he could not lie, but because he was right. Atlas looked proud at that, a smile on his face that bordered on triumph.
“Sure, boss man, but that isn´t an answer.”
Atlas had spoken before you had even had the chance to remind 5012 yourself and he gave you a nudge. You liked him. How could you not, this place was all rules and judgement, Atlas was just about the only amusement you had. You gave a chuckle, one that reminded you of something you did not remember.
“You. Do not consider that a compliment, remember who the other option is.”
5012 had spoken like he regretted the word before it had even left his lips, his hand coming up to rub at his eyebrows, his expression drawn into a grimace that looked almost pained at the simple idea of wasting his time like this.
“Now that´s unfair. I will woo you, just wait!”
Atlas protested like 5012 had just insulted his entire bloodline. That alone turned your chuckle into a full-blown laugh. You gave 5012 a nod of your head, signalling for him to keep going, urging him on like you already knew he would not start by himself.
“Atlas. Truth or dare?”
Atlas did not care for his superior´s tone of pure, unaltered distain, already occupied with expressing his contemplation of the question by dramatically looking out of the window, like he was trying to find the solution to a complex mathematical problem.
“Dare. Oh, and don´t be boring!”
At least he had settled on something. To your surprise, 5012 looked like he was giving it some thought, then again, you figured that he might have been incapable of not overthinking absolutely everything. He seemed to have settled somewhat. He had agreed to half an hour, at some point he must have figured that it would be less stressful just to get it over with.
“Be silent. For the entirety of the next round after your turn.”
Atlas crossed his arms in front of his chest. Those kicked puppy eyes of his could really be his trademark, at least from what you were able to gather during the two days of being well… dead. Then, without further warning, his face lit up, like he´d just been given the opportunity of his life. 5012 looked scared.
“Truth or dare. If you pick truth I’m going to cry.”
Atlas looked at you with a silent plea and a smile that was so devilish that even you thought about not going along with whatever his newest shenanigan was. But oh well, this would probably be the only opportunity you would have to be a bit overboard in this new unlife of yours. Fuck it.
“Dare.”
You gave him a look that was supposed to tell him that he shouldn´t go completely overboard. The two of you seemed to have a different definition of completely overboard.
“Kiss 5012. Properly, not on the cheek or something.”
In the entirety of your life, even your mortal life, although you were unable to remember, you had never seen a man wearing a satisfied expression quite like the one that graced Atlas´s face in that moment. In the same vein, you had also never even dreamed that someone could look as horrified as 5012 did. You probably looked similar.
“Why would we? This is entirely unprofessional. Pick something else.”
5012 exclaimed. He had exclaimed something. Raised his voice and all. You were certain that this was a dream. Atlas on the other hand, just raised his eyebrows at him like he meant to say `you chose this´. He was right. He could not pick something else, because 5012 had dared him not to speak after his turn, which was completed by definition. 5012 had realized it before you could even speak. He was going through the different stages of grief in real time, with you and Atlas as his witnesses.
“We don´t have to. I´m not forcing myself upon anyone in that regard.”
5012 was almost surprised at your statement. Almost, because he had not taken you as the kind of person who would do something as atrocious to begin with. Still, the spirit of such a game was designed to cross boundaries and well, he had agreed to play, if he regretted that decision or not was irrelevant now.
“I will tolerate it. I keep trying to get the both of you to follow rules, if I set a bad example now, you will never learn, being as incompetent as you are at following simple instructions.”
You hated that he was right. For a moment or two, you sat there staring at him, wondering if you had misheard him, but when you saw Atlas looking back at you, giving you a thumbs up, you felt the hope being snuffed out in the matter of seconds. You gave a sigh, a small exhale meant to encourage yourself before letting your eyes drift over to 5012. He had already met your gaze, pale lilac eyes observant, yet not exactly threatening. You had expected him to be threatening considering the situation.
He was your superior after all. Wait, was he? You had never considered asking about it. He was your senior, by how long? Ugh. Great, in just two days of being a grim reaper you had already managed to get yourself into this mess. You must have been entirely insufferable when you still had years of lived experience in being a menace to society.
A snap of someone´s fingers pushed the thoughts away from your mind, your eyes locating the source of the sound on instinct, finding Atlas. He was gesturing again. Urging you on, you realized. You, responded in kind, silently shrugging your shoulders to tell him you were still thinking about it.
5012 cleared his throat, a sharp reminder that he was, for better or for worse, still an active part of the issue you were contemplating. You closed your eyes and then, not before another deep breath, leaned in.
He had caught your chin as you did so, two fingers tilting your face up so gently that it could hardly be considered forceful. You allowed it, his touch almost making you flinch with how cold his hand was. He held your gaze and for a fleeting moment you thought, surely by mistake, that you had seen care in it. He was reassuring you. You were fine. He was fine. You wondered why he had not just said it. He knew that it was because he could not lie. You closed your eyes once more before closing the final bit of distance.
His lips were soft, the kiss gentle in a way that would have made your knee´s weak had you not been sat on the ground. It was a contrast to his entire persona, too light for a man like him, too warm for someone that was cold to the touch. When his teeth scraped your lip, gentle enough not to hurt, present enough to tease, you couldn´t it. The whine slipped from your lips, a stolen little thing, not meant for a moment that was being watched by Atlas, who was sitting there with his mouth agape in utter delight.
It was over before you had a chance to feel it properly, the air around you suddenly feeling too empty in the places where his touch had lingered. You blinked. Once, then twice, adjusting as quickly as you could. When you looked around, you found that the room had already moved on without you. Atlas had already found another reason to make jokes that were more than inappropriate to the situation, 5012 was back to lecturing him as if nothing had happened at all.
“Time is up. Out, both of you. I expect to see you both on time tomorrow.”
He had spoken before you had gotten the chance to say anything at all, but you were not stupid enough to consider his tone as anything but final. There was something in it though. You struggled to identify it and again, your thinking taking long enough for Atlas to have left in the time you took to stand. 5012 had his back turned towards you, his gloved hands having returned to some paper on his desk, his attention no longer a thing that you could reach for. It was a foolish notion, the idea that he would answer your question. You decided on asking either way.
“Was that bad?”
You did not know why the question lingered in your mind so much, did not know why you felt shaken. He turned to you with a raise of his brows, making you feel smaller than you were. You wished you had not asked.
“We are not playing anymore, I have no intention to answer your question. We are colleagues, we do not fraternize and you will not mention this incident again. Now out with you.”
Did you ever get shut down like that while you were alive? If you did, you felt sorry for yourself. You gave a nod of your head, your expression betraying your feelings although you had tried to conceal them. Your steps were heavy, like the rain that had begun to fall outside of his windows, the rain that should not have been there at all considering the void this place had instead of a sky.
Just when your hand had wrapped around the handle of his door, a second thing that should not have been there at all joined the first.
“It was not.”
You felt the words in the hollowness of your chest, a soothing thing that your mind soaked in like it was the first breath of fresh air you were allowed to take. You did not consider looking back, you knew it would only end with another reminder to leave him to his peace, instead you did as you were told, making the way to your bedroom and sinking into the cushions of your bed.
Sleep did not find you that night, although you could have sworn that it had passed quicker than usual. It was no wonder, the way your thoughts repeated his words like a broken record was a form of meditation after all.
. Word Count — 4.1k
. Warnings — None!
. Contents — Late nights, annoying 5012, hints of insomnia, mutual bullying, LOTS OF EYE CONTACT, Caspy Waspy is mentioned, 5012 being the workaholic he is, annoying 5012, existential questions and possible dread, lost memories, amnesia, fluff, comedy, soft angst, chickens, Reader is 0213 and gender neutral, did I say annoying 5012?
Prologue — Bothering 5012 is always fun. Bothering him about being a shut in that always stays in his office? Even funnier. Except that it quickly takes a deeper turn... and you decide to visit him every night
5012’s office door greeted you quietly.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork and paperwork again.
At this point when you thought about 5012, senior Grim Reaper and your trainer, you could only picture his face covered by stacks of paper.
Was that normal?
Why would a place full of dead people need so many files?
Souls probably, classified information, those terminated reapers in need of rescue and yada yada yada.
You fumbled with the edge of your shirt, stalling.
0204, Atlas, was nowhere to be found, probably off to sleep or… honestly you didn’t know. Did you even want to know?
Your section of HQ was quiet. Time was frozen in the Underworld, but it was supposed to be past midnight in the human world, and Reapers either set out for missions or rested around that time, for convenience.
In all that stillness, and boredom, you thought that it would be a good idea to greet your oh so dear trainer.
Taking for granted his probable irritation… ahem.
How should you even approach him? It was never easy, but not difficult either.
You kind of rehearsed your greeting while climbing the stairs to his office: barging into the room rather loudly and risk getting punched in the face.
No, you thought, you would revisit the idea for another day.
And there you were, listening to the led lights buzzing above you. In silence.
Waiting, anticipating.
“Are you going to come in or not?” His voice, muffled by the door.
It didn’t even scare you, it just surprised you a tiny bit.
“Just so you know, you probably look stupid standing idle like that, especially out of my office,” he continued.
Rude.
“First of all,” you slowly pushed the door open, “rude.”
Your face peered from the crack.
“Second of all,” you slid in the room, closing the door behind you, “you’re ugly.”
A smile adorned your lips, yet the man on the other side of the office, sitting behind his desk, didn’t even raise his eyes, “you’ll find out that I do not care about your opinion of me 0213.”
He flipped a file over, unbothered. "Especially when it’s uncalled for.”
What a grump.
In the new found silence you took in his office again. It was the same as always, but every time something appeared and disappeared.
A stack of files, an unfinished cup of coffee, 5012’s coat on the chair, books opened on random pages and so on.
It was like an ecosystem, a very sad one of course. Changing and working in its own way.
“Why are you here, 0213? You’re awfully quiet,” the grumpy, ugly, boring, absolutely lame man spoke again.
“Ah, uhm, I was distracted sorry,” you walked further into the room.
“Distracted by?” He barely raised his eyebrows, “why you of course,” you teased, smiling.
5012 refused to look at you, and to entertain you.
“Do you need help big boss?” You peered over the stack of papers. “Hardly, you’d only make things… harder."
“Tell me about it,” a stupid grin formed on you face, eyes wandering around before setting on the guy in front of you, who was already looking at you, sternly.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you raised your hands defensively, only relaxing after his glare left you.
“Can I at least stay here?” You probably would’ve stayed anyway.
“Why?”
“There’s no one around and nothing to do.”
“Go rest.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“How would I know? I still don’t understand this Grim Reaper body,” you huffed, he sighed.
“Just be quiet.” He rubbed his temples, sliding his fingers down his face in resignation.
A few minutes went by, you could only hear your breathing and the occasional pen scratching the paper's surface.
5012’s office was very dark, and very purple… dark purple.
You slowly made you way around it, taking in the subtle details, the titles of the books, the pattern of their covers, the arrangement of the tiles on the floor. Some were uneven.
Your curiosity took you to the big window. Looking down you saw a street, in front of you endless “sky scrapers”.
You knew the word, but never actually stopped to think about it, how could a building scratch the sky if there was no sky?
“How high up are we?” You leaned against the glass.
“If you’re planning to jump down I’d advise against it,” he tapped his pen on the desk.
“Wh— Why would I do that?! I already died once,” you twisted your neck to look at him weird.
“0204 once said that he wanted to test his fall damage, maybe he shared that stupid idea with you,” you alerted the distinct tone of annoyance in 5012’s voice.
“Well, even if he did… I’m not him, and it’s not like I go along everything he does—“
“…?”
“Mostly.” You coughed.
And then silence again.
You finished scrutinizing his room and returned in front of 5012, sitting on one of the chairs.
“Your office is cozy. I get why you’re always here,” your arms flopped on the table, next to some signed files.
“I’m glad it’s to you liking but I’m not always here, 0213.”
“Every time I come knocking you’re here.”
“Pure coincidence.”
“When do you go out?”
“Occasionally.”
Silence.
“Are you sure you can’t lie?” You raised one eyebrow.
“I can lie, but chose not to,” he huffed.
“So you’re not lying now.”
“No, 0213, I am not.”
“But you’re avoiding the truth. Because it’s a fact that you’re shut in here most of the time,” you’ve been staring at the man for a while now, and just then he returned your gaze.
Not matching your energy at all… but at least he was looking at you.
He cleared his throat.
“Should’t you be resting? We have stuff to do in some hours,” you looked at the clock.
“I already told you, I can’t fall asleep. Check your hearing grandpa.”
You smiled, he did not.
In all honesty, if 5012 could, he’d be smashing his head on the table with much pleasure… and until the surface molded into the shape of his face
“Why did you come here?” He interlaced his hands together, resting his chin against them. Purple irises dug deep into you, were 5012’s eyes always so sharp?
“I wanted to keep you company,” your voice quivered with embarrassment. You wondered, on a scale from 1 to 10, how much you looked stupid while saying that.
“I do not need your company, 0213.” He repeated the word with a strange tone, almost as if he was pronouncing it for the first time.
“Wow you’re so emo.” You dead panned.
“Here I was trying to be kind,” you continued, folding your arms.
“I don’t need your kindness either, you’ll see that’s something the Underworld is lacking.” The senior Grim Reaper grimaced.
“I guess I’ll be the first kind Grim Reaper,” you whispered to yourself, fidgeting with your sleeves.
5012’s eyes snapped to your face, scanning you and maybe your very soul, in a pensive silence.
Silly him probably forgot to look away because you caught him right in the act when you focused on him once again.
“Do I have something on my face?” You joked, ignoring the weight of his attention.
“No you do not,” he began. “It just surprised me, what you said.” He blinked, dragging his eyes to the window and… staring, glaring, admiring it.
You expected him to elaborate further, but he didn’t, and you both sat in silence once again.
It was comfortable, for you of course. For that emo guy over there, probably not.
You could only hear outside world, 5012’s office acted as a bubble, quiet, floating over the everything.
“Why?” You heard him ask.
To who? You weren’t sure. He wasn’t looking at you.
“What?” You asked, caught off guard.
You swore you saw his body shake and stiffen, barely, but you knew it did. His eyes were on yours again, for one second he looked startled and the next it was gone.
“I,” his mouth hung agape in thought.
“I think you should go 0213,” his voice gradually got colder, back to his usual tone huh.
“Why?” You asked, confused.
Why.
“I need to continue with my work, alone. You are distracting in the worst ways,” he fixed his necklace and jacket, nervously.
“Did I do something?”
“Just go, I’ll see you later for training,” he refused to look at you.
You could only imagine the consequences of pushing him too far, so you let it go.
“Okay,” you got up, the leather of the chair creaking under your weight.
“Goodnight then, or good day,” you put on a light hearted tone while walking backwards towards the door, 5012 never looked at you.
Your smile faltered. Finding the handle you disappeared once again, in the cold and silent halls of the building.
Why?
If eyes could burn, 5012’s office door would’ve been reduced to ashes.
Brows furrowed, eyes squinted, various lines caused by tension decorated the man’s face.
His body was still stiff, until he deflated all at once, fingers creeping up to rub his eyes in frustration? Anger? Tiredness? Fuck him if he knew.
Staring at the spot you left empty, 5012’s night went on.
A sound from your computer caught your attention, you rolled on your bed, one of the plushies from the infamous claw machine in your arms.
Another sound, and another.
“Hmpf,” you wobbled towards your desk.
Atlas: “Earth, or idk, to oh two one three”
Atlas: “I was thinking, why not go try to make a mysterious food from we find in the kitchen? Who knows how the Underworld stuff reacts to each other…”
Atlas: “Helloooooo???”
You stared at the text, grinning.
0213: “Hi chicken”
Atlas: “I’m not.”
0213: “Honk honk”
Atlas: “That’s not how chickens sing”
0213: “How do you know?”
Atlas: “I saw a video duh”
0213: “Did you now…”
Atlas: “Here look”
Atlas: *1 attachment
…
0213: “woW”
Atlas: “Aaaaaaanyways,,, how are you? Wanna hit the kitchen?”
0213: “Not today sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”
Atlas: “I want to have your lot on my mind swell ;)”
0213: “5012 was mean to me”
0213: “:(((((((“
Atlas: “hOw Dare he, cold hearted king!”
Atlas: “He’s such a doofus.”
You would’ve searched the meaning of that word later.
0213: “Has he been weird with you too or…?”
Atlas: “He’s always weird with me, I mean in the mean way.”
You asked a stupid question. Or just to the wrong person.
Atlas: “Maybe he’s in THAT time of the month.”
0213: “Huh”
Atlas: “Idk dude, he probably hadn't had his coffee when you talked to him.”
0213: “We’ll wait and see, now go be useful to the world.”
Atlas: “You mean being absolutely useful to society and sending the claw machine in bankruptcy?”
0213: “Honestly I don’t even remember what that word meant but sure, pop off diva!”
You logged out of your iReaper, pondering on what to do in this soon to be boring day.
5012 hadn’t called any meeting nor training yet, which was weird, but until further notice you were free. As much as you were.
It wasn’t like your newborn soul was chained with this association of Grim Reapers that totally killed people, without a way out.
Heh. Free time!
Although, it confused you. 5012, senior Grim Reaper, role model, dutiful worker deathly dedicated to his job, didn’t alert you about working.
Nor training, not even complaining about some crazy shit 0204 pulled.
Checking up on him wouldn’t have been a bad idea, not a good one either.
Your feet went on autopilot and when you snapped out of your thoughts, you were back in front of that office.
Determine as you were nothing could’ve stopped you!
“Oh 5012!” Hand on the door handle you were ready to burst in until… the door didn’t budge.
“Huh,” you rattled it, lightly at first, then harder, gripping it with your whole strength, making the whole door shake.
He either closed you out or wasn’t in the room at all.
You could’ve knocked this thing down. No, too extreme.
Resting your hands on your hips you huffed.
“I guess I’ll come back later. With a chainsaw. This isn’t over, fuckass door.”
You glared daggers at the piece of building as you walked away.
Your steps faded out and silence settled back in, the two men in the room relaxed.
“Didn’t know your trainee was so, direct,” the white haired guy spoke first.
“What was direct in what they did?” 5012 asked, annoyed.
“Almost taking the door out of its hinges.”
“They’d know better.”
“Are they always like that?”
“Abrupt?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve got two of them, actually three with you.”
“Hey, rude.”
“Casper, you should go, wouldn’t want to be eavesdropped on a second time.”
1 am. You were back. Along with your… will? You couldn’t find a chainsaw.
Skipping the knocking you directly went to the offensive, trying to open the door, which again, didn’t budge.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you cursed under your breath, pushing and pulling it angrily.
Suddenly you heard a clicking sound, and got dragged along the door as it opened. Revealing a very, very, annoyed 5012.
Your hands were glued to the handle, sweaty.
“Oops, hi boss,” you did everything you could to avoid his gaze.
“Sometimes I wonder why they made you a Reaper 0213,” he sighed.
“I guess I’m that good,” a stupid grin was plastered on your face, letting go of the door.
“I half thought you wouldn’t be here, and actually asleep,” you continued.
“So you DO spend all your time in here,” you pointed an accusing finger to the tall man.
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Yes and also, uhm, to ask why there wasn’t training today.”
“Paperwork kept me busy,” his voice was lower than usual, taking a good look at him, you noticed that he looked more tired. And that was surprising considering he looked tired all the time.
“Can I help?” You smiled, encouraging the man to say yes.
“No,” he replied quickly, “but, I appreciate the offer.”
Your stomach flipped upon hearing 5012’s tone soften. Damn.
“Of course,” you looked down at the floor.
“Can I at least stay here? I’ll be good!”
“I have a feeling that you will stay regardless of what I may say,” the Grim Reaper sulked away, defeated, and headed back to his desk.
“You know me so well!” You followed him with a skip in your step.
The night passed in the quiet of 5012’s office. Having small talks every now and then, insulting each other.
The thought of your trainer never resting lingered.
Persistently.
You weren’t REALLY worried though.
...
Ok, you were. A tiny bit.
So you kept “visiting”, sacrificing your nights to stay with him and the days to hang out with 0204. After a while you also resumed training.
5012 never questioned the real reason behind your nightly appearances, and if he was bothered by it, he didn’t show it through and through.
It became a habit, going to the “purple room”.
Every night he was in his spot, refusing to rest.
Because his job was his life, and he wanted to feel alive, to have a purpose.
A week passed of you and him spending your nights together, obviously 5012 couldn’t have a say in this.
Tonight was no different. You were lounging under the big window, asking stupid questions to the other man, for the sake of wasting his time.
“Why can’t chickens fly?” You quizzed.
“How did you learn about chickens?”
“Atlas told me about them, they’re cute,” you smiled, focusing on the faraway buildings. Imagining a chicken flying from one to the other.
“I don’t know why I’m answering you, but no. From what I know and saw, chickens can’t fly,” 5012 facepalmed, you giggled.
The night went on like that, you asking his favorite candy, him admitting that he never had one, you being shocked before moving on to another question.
Before the both of you realized it, you fell into a habit of being there for each other. Well, sort of.
You fell into the habit of being there and 5012 into the one of, waiting. Waiting for you.
He slowly noticed how he’d think about you in the evening, whether you’d show up or how’d you show up.
A week in, tonight, before you made your appearance he made sure to tide up any misplaced objects and hide the fragile ones just because he saw you almost trip on yourself during training, and decided that he wanted nothing to do with broken objects.
“I heard that Reapers can fly,” you spoke suddenly, he nodded.
“Is there a secret or…?” You tilted your head.
“No, it’ll come to you eventually.”
The man looked at the window, you followed his line of sight.
There was nothing outside.
A dark, empty sky and tall, cold buildings.
You whispered something about reaching the moon, or the sun.
5012 did’t immediately ask you why.
He pondered, and wondered how you could remember what those two things were.
In the end he did ask, carefully.
When did he start being cautious around you?
“Oh I,” you paused, staring at him.
“I don’t. I don’t remember. I just feel that I want to see them.”
You smile, a bit confused yourself.
“You could always describe them to me,” you fidgeted with your clothes. "So at least I’d know what I want to reach,” you joked.
The senior Reaper stared back at you. Searching, questioning.
He surprised you when he complied, beginning with the Sun.
Pure light, he said, warmth, the opposite of whatever you had seen in the Underworld.
Then the Moon.
Something you figured he preferred by how he talked about it.
“The Moon has been my only companion, since the beginning of this long job. The only real witness of all the souls I’ve taken,” his eyes slowly set on his desk, his hands intertwined.
“Many mortals spoke to the Moon before their end, they asked for mercy, kindness. Sometimes for a reason.”
He paused, thinking, calculating, recalling.
And as quickly as he started, he stopped, abruptly.
“Yeah that’s all.”
5012 cleared his throat, collecting pieces of his cold attitude, building his wall once again.
You had perked up during his explanation, his delicate tone caught you off guard. So reverent, smooth, chilling.
You decided against teasing him about it. He felt like a wild animal when he was near you. Inching closer, painfully slow and running so far away if noticed.
You kept your tongue in your mouth.
“Just a big ball of light in the sky,” he spoke, rushing his words.
“And the other is a smaller ball, white.”
You nodded.
“I’d like to see them one day, maybe even touch them,” you blinked, eyes meeting the vast black sky.
5012 thought about saying something about it being impossible AND dangerous. He did not. He let you dream.
But why did you want to reach the sun, the moon?
Why did you want to be kind?
Why?
Your conversations swayed between unbelievably stupid topics to extremely deep ones in matter of minutes.
First you were asking about the moon, then how many plastic balls would be needed to fill the Reaper’s office.
Then about your lost life, and later about fishes.
One day you asked about the stars. You had heard other Reapers talk about them and you, obviously, got curious, and decided to rely on 5012cyclopedia.
“It’s been a while since you asked me about space,” the man noted.
It had been a little more than 2 weeks since you started nagging your trainer.
“They’re small white dots in the sky,” the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
“They’re little moons!” You smiled.
“Not quite but to the human eye, I suppose.”
“Can you reach them?”
“0213 we can’t even reach the moon, which is pretty close.”
No response.
Another day you met him at the coffee machine. The first thing you noticed were his prominent eye bags.
Not that he never had them, but they were particularly dark tonight.
5012’s eyes quickly found you. Zeroing on you from the side.
“Rough night?” You asked.
“Rough everything. 0204 covered my office in confetti.”
He looked —more like glared— down at his coffee mug.
A few seconds of silence passed, 5012 suddenly felt his blood pressure rise. “Please don’t ask me anyth—“
“What’s your favorite blend of coffee?”
Ugh.
And it went on. And on, and on, and on.
Night after night.
He thought of you as a nuisance at first, but gradually reconsidered your presence as an ALMOST entertaining one.
He wondered if you sacrificed your sleep for him.
The idea made him smile. Wait, no, huh?
Maybe you didn’t sleep at all. Or you did, just not at night.
Until finally, after a month of you stating that 5012 was a recluse who only stayed in his office, his pride took over, deciding to prove you wrong.
How?
One evening he quickly messaged you that he wouldn’t have been in his office that night and to not search him. No further explanation and no clues.
Turns out he decided to hang out on the building rooftop, not expecting you to show up.
Firstly because he didn’t tell you where he was, and secondly because you didn’t know how to reach that place.
That is until you, somehow, barged through the stairs’ door.
“How did you—“
“I started asking about you and searching for a way up here as soon as you texted me. It’s that simple.”
No it’s not, it wasn’t, it shouldn’t have been.
You’re dumb, stupid.
He didn’t say anything.
“Why the change of location?” You walked up to him, looking at the scenery.
“Birdwatching.”
You stopped next to him.
“There are birds in the Underworld?”
“I’m messing with you 0213.”
You snapped your head towards 5012, he was looking at the other buildings ahead.
“Since when do you lie?”
“It wasn’t a lie, it was a joke.”
“Even worse. Since when can you joke?”
“You and 0204 are a bad influence.”
“Rude.”
You swore you saw a smirk grace 5012’s face.
Your voice and Casper’s mixed in his mind, reminiscing when the other “Reaper” told him the same thing.
“Anyways,” you chirped, “you finally left your office!”
He huffed, annoyed.
Was it worth entertaining you? He didn’t answer.
In the quiet of the night you thought that... this was nice, chatting with 5012. Then you noticed that you were smiling to yourself.
Ah…
You shielded you face from him, suddenly embarrassed.
If he saw you like that he probably would’ve called you an idiot.
Luckily the man was distracted by the dark sky above.
“Say 0213,” he whispered.
Why.
“Why do you want to reach the moon and the sun?”
Your eyes widened, surprised.
He remembered that?
“Uhm,” you paused, not exactly knowing why.
The reason was buried in your lost memories.
But it felt right —like your name— to grasp at anything and everything connecting you to the human world. To the lost you.
Purple eyes pierced you. Waiting.
“I saw a few pictures of them and I…” the words died in your throat.
Your brain was digging, clawing at something that was no longer there.
“It just felt… I felt, grief.”
Grief.
5012’s eyes softened.
He hummed, acknowledging your answer, eyes meeting the sky once more. Oh, how eyes could tell everything.
During the shared nights the man had unconsciously learned to read you better. He never wanted to, but still, it happened.
His tongue trembled in his mouth.
It downed on him the reality of the situation. Two mortals now dead and reborn anew. Two beings that had to learn how to “live” again, on the rooftop of a random building, in a cold city. Alone.
He thought he got used to it. But you… you were new to this.
You truly were alone in that world.
It was a rare occurrence, seeing 5012 have mercy, be kind.
But that night, engulfed in death with you, he gave you solace.
“0213,” his tone was painfully delicate.
Only then you noticed the proximity.
It was both suffocating and comforting at the same time.
You hummed low, curious.
Some time ago, you'd never thought you'd find yourself having serious talks with 5012.
You only ever wanted to poke him. Annoy him.
But you longed for more. You yearned.
In him you could start seeing a person. Someone worth discovering.
Someone that made your heart squeeze and your stomach twist.
Because he knew what having it hard felt like.
Only God knew how your lived your human life.
Yet your body remembered.
In him you saw someone who could understand, even if he refused to.
And then, only then, the man showed a piece of his heart. To you.
“I will show you the moon.”
Thank you for reading this short oneshot! Hope you enjoyed!
English is not my first language, sorry for little errors!
You hold up your dominant hand while you sit sideways across Sylus's lap on the couch, looking up at him with the biggest pitiful eyes you can muster. "Sy, my wrist is sore. Do you know any massages or stretches that could help?"
He hums, taking your wrist in his hand and experimentally passing his thumb lightly over the skin, studying your arm as if staring at it hard enough would glean information on its condition. "A few. Would you like me to try?"
"Yes please," You lean your head against his chest, its warm, broad expanse comforting against your cheek. He slowly and steadily breathes against you, his size making the the rise and fall of his ribcage alone appear imposing and protective.
You can't help but feel heat gather in your face as you watch him hold your small, delicate wrist in his hands that are nearly twice as large as your own. He handles you with such incredible care, more than you've ever seen him use while maintaining his guns.
His thumbs rub slow, firm circles into the problem areas, bringing about a relieving ache that travels down to the tips of your fingers.
"How's this? Not too rough?"
You nod, and he continues. You watch, eyes half lidded, as he starts with your wrist, then progresses up to your hand, then travels further down your arm.
Slow, soft jazz music floats through the room, Sylus humming along to the sections he remembers. The buzz of his deep voice resonates through his chest, invoking a feeling of safety and making you just the slightest bit sleepy.
By the time he's nearly finished, the muscles and tendons there feel looser than they have in weeks. You look up at him again, and your breath catches in your throat.
He looks so soft, his sharp features blanketed in the warm tones of the sun setting outside your window. He must see something in your expression when he meets your eyes, as he lets out a soft huff of laughter. He doesn't tease this time, though.
"Is that better? Would you like me to do the other one?"
Your words still caught in your throat, you nod. He takes your opposite wrist in his hands, handling it just as gently. You take a deep breath in, then exhale, letting all of the tension in your body fade as you lean into him. He begins to hum again, and you can't help but smile. He is just as content to bask in the peace of this moment as you are.
hi........ as someone also currently on their period, I've been feeling crazy nauseous all day 😵💫 its been so hard trying to convince myself to cook let alone eat at all ughhhh... I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a drabble with Sy or Valko helping/convincing reader to eat 😓? either way your drabbles today have been sooooo comforting, even for the characters I don't know super well :) thank you for sharing your works!!
Awee I'm sorry you've been feeling so awful today. I'm glad my drabbles have been able to bring you some comfort, and I hope this one can help too <333
"You haven't eaten all day, sweetie." It's not accusatory, or disappointed. Just a soft concern, as Sylus comes behind the couch where you've decided to cocoon yourself for the day. His fingers gently comb through your hair, scratching at your scalp, trying to bring some comfort where he can provide it.
It's safer to hold up here than in bed. Sitting upright helps keep some of the nausea away - or at least stops it from getting worse. And the comfort movies and shows you keep putting on are helping to distract you somewhat. That is, unless they eat anything. You have to block out those moments, or skip past them. Just thinking about eating makes your stomach churn...
You lean into his touch with a grimace at the reminder. You can feel the gag reflex at the back of your throat building. You hug your puke bucket tighter to your chest. "I can't..." you croak. You swallow down a growing pressure. "I dunno if I can do it..."
He hums, acknowledging your plight. Unfortunately, Sylus knows neglecting to eat will also leave you feeling worse off tomorrow - even later tonight. "You need to try. Just a little bit." He tsks at the sound of your grumbling and whining. "None of that now, kitten. All I want is to see you take a nibble or two. Let's try to manage that."
He leaves you alone for a minute to rifle through your kitchen for suitable food. He makes a note to send the Twins grocery shopping for you; he always feels like your pantry and fridge are sparse. Though, compared to his kitchen at the base, it will always feel that way.
He returns with a packet of plain salted crackers and a glass of water. "Have you tried drinking anything yet?" he asks, sitting down beside you. You glare, green-faced, at the saltines and shake your head. "Alright. Take a sip."
He passes you the glass. You stare at the liquid within. It doesn't turn your stomach as much as food does, though. A smidge, sure. And when you finally do take that sip, you feel like you really have to work to keep it down. Working against fears of heaving liquid into your bucket that you desperately wish to get rid of.
He doesn't push for a second sip. You take one more anyway. Despite it all, the cool sensation feels nice traveling down your esophagus.
He takes the glass and sets it aside once you're done. Now, for the real challenge.
The packaging crinkles as he tears it open, bits of loose salt getting on his pants ans the couch. He grabs one of the crackers and holds it to you. "Just a bite of the corner," he says, compromising with your overactive stomach.
You begrudgingly take it from him. You take several deep breaths, urging your gag reflex to chill out. And then, finally, a little nibble. Like a little mouth, you chew on the tiniest crumbs, staring at anything else to distract you from the wave of nausea attacking your system.
You manage to choke the bits of mashed cracker down. Sylus takes the cracker back without you needing to shove it on him. "That was good, sweetie," he assures honestly. "If you think you can eat some more, tell me. Especially if you have a craving. Your body needs food, it needs energy, even if it's actively trying to deny it."
You gesture for the water and he passes it back over. You take another careful sip, washing away the remains of the cracker. He sets the glass aside when you've finished and pulls your legs over his lap, ensuring you stay upright to avoid disturbing your stomach.
"Keep watching your show, kitten. I'll be here ro keep looking after you."
imagine struggling to ride valko cause he's just so big so sylus settles behind you and holds your waist and bounces you on valkos cock like a toy
Sylus and Valko comparing dicks, lining them up to see who’s bigger. Using a measuring tape to see who’s got a bigger girth, jotting down the exact length of their dicks both hard and soft (if you can even keep them soft long enough to measure) Valko having to use three whole fingers to fuck you open, whining when Sylus squeezes more lubricant out from a bottle. Not that you’re not wet enough as it is, b it even Sylus has to admit the wolf is large. Some extra slick wouldn’t hurt, though Valko worries he’ll cum sooner.
Getting you on Valko’s cock and the stretch of him is actually bordering painful. But that delicious kinda pain where you can’t help but keep going. Like when you scratch a bug bite you’re not supposed to or clench your teeth when you have a toothache, that kinda pain that hurts so bad but somehow feels so, so good? 🤤
Sylus bouncing you on Valko’s cock, angling his own dick between your ass cheeks and rutting up between them at the same steady pace. Leaking precum all over your cheeks and lower back, grunting into your skin all the while. Telling you that you’re taking him so good, and that the wolf should be so proud but Valko is fucked too dumb to even form a thought never-mind get words out
Inspired by East Slavic folklore: souls of ancestors feed on the steam of borscht.
Headcanon: Witch MC believes she descends from Zmey Gorynych, a 3-headed dragon slain by humans in ancient times.
So she brews a bowl of borscht to summon its soul and forge a connection with it.
I know Sylus' fav dish is "hearty vegetable soup" in English ver. But it makes so much sense to go with the Chinese version, where it's borscht that could serve as a bridge between the living and the dead in Slavic folklore and i freaking luv it.
I'm wondering how vampire sylus might handle periods...
Aren't we all 😳
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
Warnings: smut, period fic, implied power imbalance (vampire/thrall), potential dubcon (I feel like it can be read as implied consent or not idk), fingering, blood, gender neutral (AFAB) reader, blood eating, mean Sylus (kinda?)
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It's obscene, the way those long, slender fingers plunge deep inside of you. Tan skin becoming drenched in arousal and blood. Gossamer threads of both stretched between his fingers as he spreads them, just to watch the strands snap.
"Look at that," Sylus hums, all too pleased. His other hand releases your thigh to cradle under your chin, forcing you to watch as he repeats the motion. "Isn't that a beautiful sight, my beloved?"
You can only respond with a choked sound.
He has you spread out on his bed, resting back against him as he delights in tormenting you with this "feast" as he so put it. "And a feast," as he put it when he first coaxed you open, "is meant to be savored."
And savor it he does. Every sound, every twitch, every ounce of blood he collects. He makes sure you watch as he raises them to his mouth. His tongue accepts them first. Licks along his knuckles, up to the nail, stealing a long drag of ambrosia. He draws it back in with a groan, eyelids fluttering shut, throat bobbing as he swallows. "You are delicious," he says, like every word carries its own weight.
A smirk curls along his lips. Eyes open, gleaming the same shade as his fingers, as he turns his attention back down to you. His hand holding your head in place raises its thumb, coaxing your mouth open. He can see your teeth, lacking fangs. Your tongue, glistening with saliva. Your throat, closing around a swallow as your mind catches up to what he's about to do.
"Don't swallow," he commands, his authority rooting you in place as bloody fingers reach into your mouth. They press down on your tongue. Maybe it's instinct that has you sucking on them, despite the disgust crinkling your nose or the iron bitter on your tastebuds. Either way, he chuckles, pleased with you, as he ensures every last drop of your blood is left behind.
When he removes his fingers, trails of spit cling to them. "Such a good little pet for me," he croons. You shiver, mouth still open, eyes lidded as you watch him, waiting for him to take the taste away from you. You don't have to wait long, before he kisses you deep, and devastating. His tongue greedily laps at yours. Fangs tease the soft skin of your tongue as he sucks on it. He almost wishes to bite it, if you weren't already losing so much blood from your monthly cycle as it were.
He draws away, but his mouth hovers over yours. His hand at your jaw tightens, keeping you there, keeping you open, as the other presses between your legs once more. His fingers press deep, deep inside this time. You release a keening whine into his open mouth, that curls into a delighted, hungry grin. You expect him to pull them out again straight away. Torment you by dragging this night on for an eternity.
Rather, they begin thrusting into you, curling up against your gummy, sensitive walls with fervor. You grab onto his arm, his bed - anything that can give you any sense of leverage. Your legs kick and twitch, trying to shut around him from the overwhelming stimulation, but his Evol grabs them and wrenches them open wide. You're dripping blood onto his sheets. Staining his hand. He doesn't give a damn. He just wants to hear you, taste your cries, as he makes you cum on his fingers.
Pspspspsps shifted Valko cuddles and when the pain is bad you can squish him and grab him fur? Just big woof snuggles to fix ouch and blegh
Pleaseeeee I'm in pain again and that would be wonderfullllll oughhh
Warnings: fluff, period fic, shape shifting, cuddling, silly dog antics, silly Valko antics lmao
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You whine your frustration into your pillow. Well, Valko's pillow, really. You can't help it. Everything hurts. Your cramps are tearing your insides to shreds. Your back aches alongside your joints. Your head is throbbing with a headache.
It's not his fault he can't be here. You wish you could blame him - at least then the tears pricking at your eyes would seem justified, instead of just an overreaction from your hormones going haywire. You could blame the moon, I guess. It's her fault your wolf can't be here with you. No, because of her, he's out there being... well... a wolf.
You whimper pathetically as another cramp hits. You squeeze the pillow tightly, but the plush just squishes down into nothing. You don't let it go, either way. Breath in deep, trying to latch onto the woodsy, earthen scent of Valko...
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Is that a tree branch or something? Maybe. You hope it's not rats in the walls or a raccoon in the attic, or something...
Scratch, scratch, scratch. Awoof!
Okay, trees definitely do not make that sound.
You hiss as you uncurl from your shrimp-posture, abandoning the pillow on the bed to figure out what the hell the not-tree actually is. You step out of the bedroom. The scratching is louder out here. And another soft "aroof" sounds when you start passing the living room.
Sure enough, when you turn toward the balcony doors, you see a giant wolf sitting there, pawing at the glass and looking at you with big, sad golden eyes.
"Val?" You have to wonder. You've seen him in his wolf-shape before, but... He should be with his pack, miles away from here.
"Awuff!" he barks softly, keeping his voice down, even as his tail wags with excitement at being recognized. He paws again at the door.
You can't help feeling a bit relieved, like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, as you open the door for him and let him inside. "Good boy," you coo, patting his head. "You know pets aren't allowed in here, so you're being very good by being quiet."
His tongue lolls out, licking at your hand as you try to pet his head. With every attempt to pat him, though, he just tilts his head further and further back to keep trying to lick you. You laugh softly at his strange antics. Then hiss as another cramp hits.
You clutch at your stomach, grabbing onto his fur with your other hand for support so you don't completely keel over onto your living room floor. He whines as he watches on, unable to do much in this form. Unfortunately, the moon is still high, and it's going to be several hours yet before he can change back.
Slowly, the pain eases up and you can breathe again. He nudges the hand over your stomach with his nose. "Mhm, it hurts tonight."
He whines lowly, ears flattening. But, undeterred, he nudges you forward, guiding you back to the bedroom. You follow along gladly, already hurting from being up and about for that short amount of time.
He hops up on the bed before you. Grabs his pillow and drops it off the side, and laying down in the center, watching you expectantly. With a sneeze and an imploring woof, he urges you to hurry up. Such an impatient puppy.
You climb back into bed. Instead of cuddling the pillow, Valko acts as the perfect replacement cuddle buddy. His fur is soft. He's so warm. And he only slightly smells like dog... mostly, it's just dirt.
You press your face against his neck. He tucks his giant wolf head around you to keep you close. Even manages to drape a giant paw over you. You feel the bed rock slightly with his wagging tail. You can hear the steady thump where it pats against the bed.
Your head still hurts, your body still aches, and your cramps continue to attack you intermittently. But, with your wolf in your arms, to keep you warm and to squeeze tightly, it's not so difficult to drift off into sleep.
And when you wake in the morning, it is to a boyfriend who is very eager to raid his chocolate stash to spoil you (and himself) with a sweet treat or two. (Or ten.)
