Wildsofa - Wild Sofa

random boyfriend texts

pairing : childe/tartaglia x reader

warnings : a bit suggestive

a/n : THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

(Izaya): I can say things that will haunt you.

(Masaomi): sure, man.

(Izaya): an octopus is just a wet spider.

(Masaomi): what?

[later that night]

(Masaomi):*staring at the ceiling*….fuck.

AoS Reaction ~ You Break Up With Them

Am I mean and evil for posting this after the dating request? Yes. Do I feel bad or guilty? No. I hope you like it still! It’s a heart destroyer!

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Back at it with a sappy meme~ 

Bonus: Kags later goes to Google to ask an important question..

When looks can kill!

But it’s just Kageyama…

love this meme, so why not another one!

No Harm List - Choi San

Warnings: Violence, mafia affiliated acts, cursing

It was almost a normal day. You had just picked your son up from your mother’s house after running your few errands. Your son’s birthday is tomorrow and you needed to get the last few presents on your list in order for him to have the best third birthday he can.

You’re needing to run to the bank since you picked up your paycheck right before getting your son. By luck the ATM machines outside were all getting maintenance work. So you find yourself inside, waiting in the short line. Your son sits on your hip as you hold him in one arm, the other hand filled with just about everything else. 

A bank teller finally opens up and you take you first couple steps before several loud crashing noises cause your body to freeze an almost tumble over. You look over your shoulder and watch as five men walk in. Bodies covered in black; automatic guns and large empty bags in their hands.

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relationships: Diluc x gn!Reader,

genre: angst with comfort

warnings: "cheating", miscommunication, implied depression, alcoholism, death, etc

Author's Note:

It all taste bitter.

It finally caught up to you, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. You had been struggling through it for the past year, but you had finally felt everything. There was a surge of pain, then numbness. You were just too tired, too fucking tired. Is this what Diluc felt when he lost his father? worse, when he lost himself?

You were willing to do anything to fill the void of your monotonous life. Before the adventures, before him, before your vision, you were interested in matters your age are indulging in. You weren't pressured nor stressed with you life because you are pretty well off. Huge house, great life, and more. You simply desired something, but you weren't sure what it was supposed to be. Then it started to fall apart.

You were only ten when your curiosity drove you to take a sip of your mother's wine. Just a sip you said, copying your delightful mother after she had just lost her stillborn child.

You were thirteen when you smoked your first cigarette while watching the rain as you grieved for you Father's death. A mishap in one of the Knights' missions, he was far too deep. He got caught in the fire, you then hid your vision away. After all, everything you touched burned as you remember.

You were after the high to fulfill the boredom in your life, more of the pain. You knew your family was bound to find out soon, but then he appeared. Your grandfather stepped back into your home, your life. You observed the old man submerge his pain in the inebriating stuff after his daughter hang herself and he is now in charge of taking care of you. Your grandfather did it for the pain while you did it for the sake of mere entertainment, so you stopped.

Soon enough, the old man found his footing and moved on. You stopped and joined him. Your vision finally saw the light of the day. It had been far too long. The escapade distracted you enough to completely stop and lock away your stored booze and glory. It was liberating on your end, and these experiences made you feel alive. You began drinking orange juice again, and it felt great. Who knew you would miss the simple concoction of artificial flavor? Though the maid insisted that the fruit that was used is pure and fresh. You still could not grasp the obsession of people on new things. Then Diluc became something you always wanted...needed.

You knew him for so long, yet you had never set your eyes on him. He was just one dude, like everybody else. He was far too opposite to you, he was a ray of sunshine. Diluc loves his job, his family, and overall his life. He is a dashing knight of Favonious, and you were you. You are bloody mercenary who killed for the fun of it. He was a gentle flame, and you were a raging fire that swallows everything in your path until you are fully satisfied. But you were never satisfied.

I guess tragedy just likes to bite random people in the ass for no apparent reason, because Diluc soon lost everything which attracted you more. Maybe it's the danger? Danger attracts danger. He was lured to you, too vulnerable, too sad and you held him together. Fate gave a broken soul someone to look after for. You love him, so you did everything to put him back together even just for a few moments.

You put away everything, the blood, the killing, your vision, and became a whole different person. Someone approachable, someone lovable, someone that could actually help. If you were going to help him, you have to be something different. But little did he know, late at night, when everyone was finally asleep. You would crack open a bottle and indulge in your secret habit for a bit. Hangovers weren't something you had to bother with because you mastered the art of it. Nobody found out as they were too caught up in their own shit that no one questioned how much disregard you were showing for you life. People didn't give two shits about your deteriorating mental health while even you were unaware of it.

You had been sober for longer than you would like while dealing with things that you would rather not. The stormterror attacks had forced you to participate in the patrols alongside the increasing number of monster camps. These days could only get worse and worse, not to mention Diluc's nightly activities. He likes to play hero, but at least he is good at it. He knows of your vision, you know of his play, yet you were still together until the end of the day.

Then the traveler came...what was her name again? Lumine? Your 'partner', 'lover' if he even is at this point is quite enticed by the blonde haired petite beauty. Even you had your eyes on her. Not to mention, Kaeya the playboy who truly never had affections for anyone also did the same. Let's just say, you had been hanging around with the drunkard (as if you're not drunk as well) only to discuss about the anomaly with a beautiful name that is Lumine. Little did you know, Diluc felt deep anxiety with your closeness to his 'former' brother. You were too tired to clean up the misunderstanding, so you let it fester. You are a hypocrite though, as you felt immense jealousy as Diluc followed that girl around. Can't really blame him, you were quite busy nowadays.

Soon enough, you had ended up on the floor, propped up against his bedroom wall after falling on your ass. You were staying at Diluc's, he hasn't come home yet with all that heroic ways of his. It was also one of these days, so you had been drinking for 3 hours straight. You tried to stand up in your state, and though you almost failed, you made it back up to his bed. You took a deep breath, eyeing the ceiling while your vision swirled. Your thoughts scrambled as you fought the urge to fall asleep. Where did everything go wrong? You sighed, letting out a slight groan of frustration. You reached for his bedframe, standing up too fast in the process.

You couldn't fucking wait to pass out completely and lose your mind. You swayed to you side, clutching onto the wall. "I'll definitely feel this tomorrow." You half-grunted pushing pass through the dread crippling through you, nearly knocking over the shelf next to the bed. You simply gave up, and plopped down the bed. You couldn't bother anymore. You were just tired.

You didn't hear the sound of the door creaking open, you were too distracted by your drunkenness to contemplate why there was someone at the door, but you did know it was Diluc. He took a halt eyeing you from a far as you sat up and grabbed a bottle from seemingly nowhere. " You're drunk? Were you with Kaeya- "

You rested your head in your hand as you slowly shook the bottle in the other. Shaking your head, he watched the color contents of the liquor. You almost forgot how everything was spinning. Diluc clenched his teeth, staring blankly at the wall and then you took another sip. "How dark is it in your mind?" You muttered under your breath, finally finding the courage to stare back at him. Your eyes filled with questionable love and desire underneath all the pain and darkness. " because mine is pretty dark right now. It had always been but I tried my best. I just can't anymore. " You swallowed harshly, drowning in your thoughts. This time was different though, because you were already drunk and out of your mind. "How can I sleep when you're awake? What's the point of dreaming?" You care too much, or maybe not enough.

Diluc froze while he can only watch you mutter to yourself as you were stuck in your own train of thoughts. He had never seen you break down like this before. You had always been composed, and excited...not dark, dull and gloomy. Not to mention you were holding that bottle with practice ways so it would not fall even when you are drunk. " How long? " he asked, it seems as if you're experienced in these ways... experienced in being in pain. Is that why you understand him so well? Then how come he never knew?

" Since I was small, even before my father died. " You answered, fully unbothered by the words that had just came out of your mouth. If you were going to help him, you might as well be honest before you break it off. " I'm sorry, Diluc. I'm just so tired at this point. Isn't she lovely though? She could be your everything. " You continued, your voice strained as you let out sobs every now and then. " I'm really sorry. " yet you cannot comprehend what you were apologising for. You just know that you are wrong, for pushing yourself. At least when this whole thing ends, you would be free, right? But you love him-

Diluc couldn't bare watching your pity party any longer. He then approached you with hasty steps, before gently removing the almost empty bottle from your grasp. This man truly loves you, and he trusts you whether you don't trust him or not. " Y/N, hold on for a moment- Let's get you all fixed up. " He muttered softly, ignoring the way you stared dumbly at him. You didn't know why he was still being nice to you, after all you lied to him- you're not some pitch perfect melody, you're mess- How can Diluc love a mess? He's so perfect, he can't possibly-

You were so hesitant in giving him the bottle as you were very confused. Diluc did not care though because he leaned in and kissed you, ignoring the taste of alcohol that he had always despised. He didn't care because you needed it, you needed him. You need the comfort and the love. You need it more now, and he is always willing to give you that. " Y/N, look at me. " His voice never wavered, he gently held you in place with those lovingly eyes that made you felt immense guilt. " I love you. I love you so much and I know you feel the same. Whatever all this is, we'll talk about it tomorrow when you wake up, okay? I trust you. I know you didn't do anything wrong, I'm sorry I thought less of you. You are my everything and no one else. Tomorrow we'll talk. Now hush, you can sleep. No one will harm you. I'm right here. " He's right though. Diluc always knew you are always there for him, and he would always do the same. " I love you too. " Maybe today wouldn't be so bitter after all.

Author's Note:

I just felt angsty, and I haven't slept for a while so that probably caused the immense big sad. 🤌 ( It has been 3 days, I need a nap. )

Lilo, why are you all wet?

I was wondering what aftercare with boys (maybe Albedo, Childe, and Diluc for now?) would be like? Maybe even after the "firsts" series?

Aftercare

Warning -> let’s be safe -> NOTSFW (18+) (character takes care of reader after sex)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology  

Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Childe

Diluc

Diluc is so sweet, he would take great care of you afterward

His aftercare isn’t just physical actions like helping you clean up, or bringing you something comfortable to wear - preferably one of his shirts - but he’s also mentally and emotionally caring afterward

He’d lay under you so you could rest your head on his chest, he’d stroke your hair and run his fingers down your back or arm - this level of touch and affection he shows you are all in an effort to express how much you mean to him

He’d ask you questions or offer to get you a glass of water, he’d ask how your body is doing and would listen to every little thing you do

The bed was exactly what you needed it to be, comfortable, warm, safe. You lay with your arms bent and hand fussing with your hair as you come down from your high. As you take in a deep breath your nose is filled with the mixture of your two scents and with longing eyes, you look in the direction of the bathroom. You heard running water spill into the sink and wished Diluc would return faster.

Your eyes closed, the numbing pleasure which seeped throughout your body had started to drift away and soreness began to replace it. As you shifted on the mattress, a sudden wave of discomfort blanketed your lower half and a whine sounded from your throat. Diluc entered the room shortly after, in his hands he held a washcloth and a cup.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. You adored him so much, it was almost painful how much.

“A bit sore.” You chuckle and lift yourself up to rest against the headboard. He extended the cup to you and when you took a sip the cooling water refreshed your dry throat.

“I might have gone overboard.” He looks at his hands, his face remorseful.

You place your hand on his and give it a squeeze. “You didn’t. I know you would never hurt me, it’s okay if you are a little rough sometimes.” His eyes connect with your own and you avert your gaze. “and, I didn’t dislike it.”

“Hmm.” His hands came into view, his fingers wrapping around the rim of your glass and you let him take it. He tapped your chin and when you looked at him he smiled. “I’ll remember that for next time.” He brushed the loose strands of your hair out of the way and you closed your eyes at his touch. “Now, lay down and get comfortable, I’ll clean you up.”

He wiped you down with the washcloth. By this point, you were sure it would be cold, but you see steam drifting off of it; he must have used his vision to warm the rag in his hands, how sweet. Once he cleaned your skin, taking great care in not abusing it anymore, he offered you one of his shirts. The two of you settled into the soft sheets and within a matter of minutes, you were asleep in his arms. He ran his fingers through your hair until the calmness of your breathing and the comforting pressure of your body lulled him to sleep.

Albedo

He’s a bit more clinical and will do everything much like he is checking off a checklist of items in his head

Has he gotten you a glass of water, has he provided for you some way to clean up - does he need to help you - are you comfortable where you were, or did he need to help move you

Once you have everything you need he’d lay next to you and let you get comfortable, he’d stroke your skin and breath in your hair and be so content to the point he would wonder if this was all real

Your breathing hard and riding the waves of your pleasure as it spills out around you. Turning your head back to Albedo he rests his forehead against yours and the two of you simply experience one another, you exist as one and attempt to return to the individuality which had been forgotten these last hours.

A disappointing whine slips from your mouth as he slides out of you. You’re so empty, even his orgasm spills from you and you wish he had stayed in longer. The tips of his fingers stroke your temples and you open your eyes again. His eyes are fixated on you, his mouth slightly open as he breathes.

“Are you okay?”

You nod and lick your lips. “Yes, It just shocked me is all.”

He laughs from his chest and places a quick peck on your nose before moving off of you and setting his feet on the floor. “I’ll be right back.” You stay on the bed and let your body relax from the experience, turning on your side seemed to ease the loneliness of him no longer being inside of you.

When he returns, now in form-fitting boxers, and in his hands he had a number of things. He laid them out on the bedside table in a neat arrangement, first setting down a glass of what you assumed was water, a small bowl of snacks, a few soft-looking towels, a strange bottle, and a couple other things. You laughed and lifted yourself from the mattress.

“What are all of these things?”

“I wasn’t sure what you might need … afterward…” The word makes him blush and you had the enjoyment of watching his cheeks turn a nice shade of pink.

“That is very sweet of you, what kind of snacks did you bring?” You sit cross-legged and pull the sheets over your body, reaching for the small bowl you find an assortment of nuts and dried berries.

“Ah, one more thing.” He stood up and you watched him rummage through the pile of clothes you two had thrown around the room. He walks back and offers you the shirt you had on earlier. After the two of you feel refreshed from the items he brought, and you answer the questions he had, ranging from how your body felt to what he could do to make you more comfortable, he helped you clean up before relaxing in the bed with you. The sound of the wind knocking against the glass and his breathing made it so hard to stay awake, and soon you were lost in peaceful dreams.

Childe

He may be an energetic lover, but that doesn’t stop him from being considerate afterward

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you shared in one another, if it was quick, rough, passionate, or strenuous, he’d provide for you all the same - praising you, worshiping your body, comforting your sore legs, and used skin - he’d take special care of you all to let you know how much you mean to him, and how thankful he is that you let him go wild with you

There is a lot of pride that he gets out of taking care of you in the aftermath of sex - it’s just another thing he can win at, and seeing how you crumbled around him and he has to put you back together - right now, you are the only thing in his mind, you’ve captured his full attention

You collapse onto the bed, your legs screaming to stretch out and your mouth looking for air. Childe falls into the space next to you, his back colliding with the comforter and his arms resting on his heaving chest. You shift to look at him and when the two of you see how hard the other is breathing you laugh.

“Fuck, why do you always feel so good?” He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hands, his teeth flashing underneath his smile.

“You bring out the best in me.” You chuckle and lay on your side, pulling your legs closer to your chest.

He shifts onto his side and leans on his arm, his eyes travel across your body, and even though you know you don’t have another round in you, they make you hot. His fingers stroke your arm, moving toward your face to brushing against your cheek.

“I really did a number on you.” He lifts your chin and you can feel your skin stretch the spots where he sucked on you. In fact, you're starting to feel all the bruises he had given you but you didn’t mind. You liked letting him do what he wanted, and you knew it wasn’t from a place of malice.

“It’s okay.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth at your comment. Suddenly, he stood up from the bed and you watch as he walked into the bathroom. The sound of water cascading down at a heavy pace. A shower did sound nice and you wondered if you’d be able to stand up long enough to take one.

Childe returned shortly, placing a hand on either side of your body, and kissing your hair, you gave him a hum of praise and turned your face to his.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” His hands slide under your body, one under your shoulders until your back rested against him, and the other under your legs. He made you feel so safe and cherished, one of the many reasons you loved him. He carried you to the bathroom and you saw the bath filled with water, its steam filling the space, the scent of sweetness filled your nose and made your eyes even heavier than before.

He carefully helps you in the water, making sure you adjust slowly to the temperature, asking you how it felt or if you were okay every once in a while. As soon as you settled he stepped in after you, making sure his legs supported your upper body and you rested comfortably against his chest.

“You don’t need to go this far.” You smile as you cover your chest with your arms and feel the warm water wrap around you.

“Of course I do. Now, relax and I’ll take care of you.” He washes your arms, cleanses the spots his mouth had laid waste to, cleans your hair, and made sure you were completely comfortable. By the time he was done, you were barely holding onto consciousness. He dried you off and gave you a set of comfortable clothes to wear.

“Thank you, Childe.” You say sheepishly as he helps you into his shirt. The smile he has made appear on your face won’t go away no matter how tired you are.

He places a kiss on each of your cheeks and smirks, “Anything for you. Let’s get some sleep.” You nod your head and he lifts you again. As the two of you settle into bed he makes sure his arms are around you before you drift off to sleep. “I hope you understand that I’ll never be able to let you go.” He whispers against your forehead, his eyes shutting, his chest slowing at the movement of his breaths and he didn't move again until the birds woke him up the next morning.

the only thing I could think about when I saw this post