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stars4chratt · 1 month

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Confections

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: pure smut / established relationship / softdom!matt / breeding kink / nipple play / mutual orgasms / cunnilingus / p in v / unprotected sex (do NOT) / creampie / FILTHY kitchen sex / LOTS of praise / pet names (baby, my love, sweetheart, good girl) / aftercare

Summary: The reader walks into her home after a prolonged and stressful day to Matt - her boyfriend - making baked goods in her kitchen. He welcomes her and gives her a taste of the delicious desserts. However, in return for the favour, Matt gets to taste her.

Author’s note: hiii guysss, i love you all for liking and enjoying Pins n’ Needles (there is a part 2 btw) After seeing the most recent Wednesday video, this made my fantasy grow even worse LMAOO. Also, leave a comment if you want to be added onto my taglist! Anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! From Maxine, with love ♡.

“Cause I’m all that you want, boy. All that you can have, boy. Got me spread like a buffet. Bon a– Bon appetit, baby.” - BON APPETIT, KATY PERRY

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Your shoulders ache and the migraine you have encapsulated in the back of your head feels like it’s going to split your skull in half.

People gave you a lot of shit at work today. Both coworkers and customers. Nagging and berating you and reiterating the same jaw clenching phrase that ‘the customer is always right.’

You close your eyes and let your chest fall as you sigh longly with relief after you arrive home.

The strong and pleasant scent of stiff caster sugar alongside a tangible hint of lemon citrus whiffs through your sinuses.

Ah, Matt’s baking again. You comprehend yourself.

You plop your keys on the marble countertop and set your bag down. The feeling of a thousand weights being lifted off of you as you remove accessory after accessory attached to you.

Peeking around the corner, you see Matt whisking dairy products mashed with madagascan vanilla extract whisked into butter cream. You peer down and see something resting in the oven at exactly 195 degrees celsius.

The peacefulness Matt baking brings you is heavenly. Just him concocting a sugary delight for the simple enjoyment of doing so can’t help but make your cheeks flush bright red and your core ache desperately.

The paternity your boyfriend holds within him orchestrating treats of chocolate frosting and yeasty dough makes you fall for him even more. Not only do his sweet delicacies taste amazing, but he also does it for pure comfort and vindication for you both.

Sometimes you wonder if he would enjoy baking for a family of three, maybe even four.

You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He looks over his shoulder, he has a large piping bag in his grasp. A large grin appears on his face as he sneers. “Hi my love, how was work?”

You let out a fatigued sigh and your clasp around him tightens. “Not great, it was super stressful.”

He turns around to face you and pulls you in by your hips in an act of reassurance.

“Aww, my poor baby. What can I do to make you feel better? Hm?”

Matt’s words make the caterpillars in your stomach hatch into butterflies. You two have been dating for quite a while now and yet you still giggle and squeal like a small child whenever he asserts words of refreshment.

“There may be one thing I have in mind…” You whisper softly into his ear. After the distress of work and the mind blowingly stupid and egotistical customers you dealt with all day, you only wanted one thing that could ease your displeasure. For Matt to fuck your brains out.

As you were about to inform him about your dilemma, a soul-jumping alarm sitting on the table top starts dinging. Blaring across the entire kitchen.

The migraine you’re suffering from induces even more, spreading through every crevice of your skull.

Matt notices the discomfort of the ear-splitting noise written all over your face and quickly shuts the alarm off.

“One second, sweetheart.” Abruptly, Matt grabs his teal blue oven mitts and crouches down to the oven to release the now strong scent of citric lemon flow through the room.

He takes out the tray and reveals to you that he had baked lemon drizzle cupcakes. Very tasty looking lemon drizzle cupcakes at that.

The glint in Matt’s eye along with his pearly whites framed with his smile presents his joy to you.

“Oh my god… They look delicious”

“Exactly, I’m a fantastic chef.”

“Damn right.” You both giggle together whilst Matt sets down the tray on a heatproof mat.

“What were you saying again, baby?” He twists back around to face you, letting you continue where you left off.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll leave it for after you finish off your cupcakes.” Matt’s eyes now glow with anticipation and curiosity.

“What you want won’t be an inconvenience for me at all, I can finish the cupcakes afterwards baby. I don’t wanna make you wait.” Matt crosses his arms patiently waiting for you to respond.

You gently stride over to him and lift your arms up to tug behind his neck over his shoulders.

“Matt..” You whisper softly into his ear. Trying to contain the burning sensation in between your legs. You really wanted to fuck. The intensity of today made you grow greedy with lust, and your boyfriend was the only person who could assist with that.

“Yes, baby?” He returns, completely oblivious to the pent-up arousal you’re experiencing.

You move one of your hands up the back of his head whilst the other tangles in the silver chain of his jewellery.

You don’t say anything before you rapidly intertwine your lips with Matt’s. Your cravings of thirst for Matt’s touch starts to fester passionately.

He almost immediately reciprocates and swings his arms around your figure, your whole upper body in his grasp. You whine loudly at the sudden action as it makes your entrance leak and his touch makes you tingle like electricity shooting up your spine.

You advance your hands onto his chest and push him up against the wall beside the table top island stranded in the middle of the room.

The bulge throbbing slightly in his grey sweatpants presses against your core. Which makes you both gasp and sob into eachothers mouths.

“I’m so impatient, Matt. I need your dick now. Today has been so shitty and I really want it. Please, baby.” You choke up the words through the desperate whines thickening the air around you.

“Get on the counter then, sweetheart. Let me relieve all that stress for you.” Matt states delicately as he peppers kisses all over you up until he stops at your collarbone. He grips onto your shoulders as he forces you down on the counter until you're fully laying down with your legs spread wide.

“I don’t think we have any more condoms left.” Matt speaks softly whilst he towers over you. There’s a small worry in his pupils before you reassure him.

“Fuck it, we can go without. I need you so badly right now Matt, you don’t understand. Condom or not, I don’t care anymore. Just please fuck me.”

Your constant begging in impatience makes Matt’s prick pulse harshly. He rushes over on top of you to connect his lips with yours again.

The sloppy wetness of the kiss alongside his rock hard cock restricted in his sweats rubbed against your clothed heat has him writhing in a needy haze. His eyes go cloudy and his skin is painted ruby.

Matt viscously tugs at the hem of your work shirt pulling it upwards to reveal your laced bra. Your chest rising and falling heavily underneath Matt’s aggression.

He pulls down your underclothes instantaneously. Your tits spilling out and your nipples are swollen red.

“Oh, fuck yeah… Wait just one second sweetheart.” Matt leaves the enclosure of the space in between your legs but you can still see him in your peripheral.

You look over to see him grab the piping bag. He races back over to the original position he was just in. His horse pendant jangling about and grazing over his defined collarbones.

“What’re you gonna do with the piping bag..?” You question him hesitantly, feeding your bottom lip into your mouth.

“You taste so good on my tongue baby. I bet you’d taste even better with cream on top of your tits. Hm?”

Matt’s filthy idea makes you tremble and your folds become velvety slick. Who would’ve thought that Matt, your boyfriend, a professional baker would want to fuck you as messily as this.

Matt leans over you and squeezes the piping bag slowly. The cream grazes your skin and the coldness of the substance makes you squirm and your back arches.

He moves the piping bag down and leaves a trail of sugary white down to just above your belly button.

His bottom lip fully concealed under his teeth in concentration before he sets the bag down and reels your hips in so the lower half of your body is hanging off the edge of the counter.

Matt then drops down to your height and starts to suck on your rock hard bud. Fully licking the cream off and nibbling at the centre, his mouth on your fully perched out nipples makes your entrance twitch and soak in your juices.

“You taste so fucking good, I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long. You don’t understand.” Matt gasps between licks on your tit.

He moves his head up slightly to suckle and nibble on the flesh of your neck. Leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your skin. Making you whimper into the air of the kitchen.

He advances down the thick, sugary trail that stops at your belly button. Licking and consuming the cream off of your now hot and plush flesh.

After all of the cream is gone, Matt brushes against his lip with his tongue and grabs the bag again.

He hastily undoes the button on your work jeans and rips them off your legs in keenness. He uses his thumb and index finger to push your matching lace panties to the side. Now fully unveiling your bare, bright pink pussy.

Matt repositions his hands and puts the nub of the piping bag on the very peak of your clit.

“Matt, what are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed and your breath is still heavy and uneven.

“I’m eating you my love, wasn’t it obvious?” Suddenly, you feel a thick and freezing cold liquid resting on your swollen heat. This kind of filth during intimate times like this really makes you think about what other kind of things Matt is into, and you fucking love it

He throws the bag back onto the counter and crouches down until his face is barely touching your pussy. He blows on your clit gently, making your entire body shiver.

His lips are just slightly touching your soaking wet entrance. Just as you thought he was going to eat you out right then and there, he turns his head to pay his full attention to your thighs. Kissing and sucking on them gently. Whilst his hands have their full grip on them, squeezing them in temptation at relishing at your throbbing core.

“Matt..” You whine in impatience. You were so desperate for him to just consume all of you. His tongue felt amazing on your skin. He knew all of your weak spots and he knew exactly how to take advantage of that.

“Shhh, I’m here. I promise.” He drawls out faintly, his breath brushing over you again.

Matt focuses on your dripping centre again, and gradually sticks his tongue inside your entrance.

His saliva mixing with your silky juices and the cream still laying on your clit makes your head tilt back and your eyes roll back into your skull.

Matt pulls out his tongue straight away after he notices you broke eye contact.

“No, sweetheart. Look at me. Look at me whilst I eat you out like a good girl.”

You whimper at Matt’s mixture of a command and a praise. You turn your head back down to see him staring up at you through his eyelashes with his tongue deep inside you.

He licks a stripe up your folds and fully swallows up the sugary goodness of both the cream and your juices.

You could not stop trembling under his tongue circling around your throbbing clit. His nose resting slightly above with his irises still dilated onto yours.

You can feel your body tensing as Matt’s mouth is latched onto your slippery heat.

“Matt.. I-I’m gonna…” You mumble faintly.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my mouth. Let me taste more of you.”

An overwhelming flush or euphoria strikes all through your body in waves. Your breath hitches and you grab onto Matt’s hair, making him hum into your heat.

Your chest rises and falls smoothly whilst coming down from your high and Matt slows the rhythm of his tongue down on your clit.

Suddenly he detaches his mouth from your skin and pulls his sweatpants down.

Matt’s dick comes sprawling out of his garments. The vein that runs down the middle of his length spikes outwards. The very sight of his cock is an aphrodisiac to your senses within itself.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you raw. I’ve never asked you because I didn’t think you’d like it.” His necklace glints under the artificial light beaming down on the both of you that hangs just above the counter.

“Matt, you really should’ve asked. Fuck a baby into me, fill me up with your cum. Forget about the fucking cream. I want yours.” You sigh out. Your core twitching at the sight of his taffy pink prick fully exposed practically grazing against you.

The gaze in Matt’s eyes is full to the brim with hot pink lust. He’s practically drooling in admiration at how fuckable you look right now.

He grips onto your thighs again and presses his tip against your slippery entrance. He hisses at the overwhelming thrill of the feeling of your drenched folds.

Matt pushes his length inside of you at a sluggish pace, almost like he’s teasing you by going slow in the beginning.

Your spongy, slick walls squeeze down on his cock and it makes it pulse inside you. He whimpers on top of you while he sits inside of you in and out stagantly.

“Fuck…you’re so tight sweetheart.” Matt stutters, the utmost feeling of your pussy clenched around his dick is like heaven to him. Your breathless whines and moans are like harmonic symphonies ringing and humming in his ears. His visual stimuli are more than satisfactory from your tender and curvaceous figure that he has held in his hands at this very moment.

Matt’s pace starts to quicken and becomes more rapid inside you. Every single time he rams into you, he slightly grazes that sweet spot that drives you absolutely fucking insane. It’s like his cock was made for you. “I want to fuck you so good your pussy turns into the shape of my dick baby. It’s so perfect. I can’t wait to fuck my cum into you.”

“Please do it Matt… cum inside me.” His dick is slightly bulging out of your stomach. He sees this as an opportunity to use his two fingers and press on your abdomen slightly. “This is where my babies are gonna be, sweetheart. All for you. Taking it all like such a good girl.” He huffs out smugly.

The sound of your skin clapping and beating against each other every single time he pounds his dick into you and his waist clashes into your thighs and ass cheeks almost hypnotises you. “M-Matt… I’m gonna cum again…”

“Fuck… me too baby. I’m s-so close..” The rhythm of Matt fucking his cock into you starts to slow down and you can feel his lower body start to stutter and his member pulses thickly inside of you.

“Oh f-fuck… take all of my cum sweetheart…I’m gonna cum…c-cumming…” His arms give in and he loses all balance as he feeds his cum into your hole. His and your juices swirl and mix together inside you.

Suddenly, your stomach starts to feel warm. The feeling of Matt’s hot and thick load spilling inside all the way through your cervix pulls and twists at your neurons, especially alongside your soul-shattering orgasm Matt just gave you.

He drops his whole weight on you completely and hides his head in the crook of your neck. His heavy breath brushes on your skin while his prick still rests inside you, you can’t tell if he’s too tired to take it out or he wants all of his cum to stay inside.

Either way you both savour the moment while you lay still on top of each other. Catching your breath and coming down from your second high.

Matt raises his head up and reaches out for the cloth laying next to the piping bag. He balls it up and wipes at the skin with small spots of butter cream from earlier.

“I wasn’t too rough on you this time, was I?” He enquires. He looks down on you, still swiping away the white mess all over you.

“No, of course not baby. I loved it.” You respond, giggling exhaustedly. “We should do this again, sometime.”

“I’d love to, sweetheart.” Matt smiles before pecking your cheek and rests his head on your collarbone once more.

“A-are you still inside me?”

“Pfft, yeah.”

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Author’s Note No.2: MY GOD THIS WAS ANNOYING TO WRITE. Sorry for the slight delay, I was incredibly tired and fell asleep and I got preoccupied with school. Anyways. Again, thank you so much for enjoying Pins n’ Needles. I WILL be making a part 2 very soon! :)

༝༚༝༚, Maxine.

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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can you do one where the reader has *terrible* periods (im talkin cramps, headaches, while nine yeards) but does their best to push through them and how 141 + ale, rudy, and konig react to them <3 (also i really do like the way you did your masterlist its v neat and put together)

Literally me every month 😭 this one’s for the nightmare period squad, I love y’all and I’m right there with you (thank you love!) (I’m sorry for leaving Rudy and Ale out, it’s a little much for me I’m so sorry 😭)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s pretty attuned to you, he has a sense when something’s up, so he decides to keep an eye on you throughout the day

You’re sweating a little more than usual and looking a little clammy when you’re on the treadmill (hoping beyond hope that working out will help) (… it doesn’t)

He’s watching you during the briefing, your hands are clenching your abdomen, your breathing is a little irregular, and your left eye twitches occasionally. You’re masking your discomfort and you’re doing it well enough to fool everyone else but him. He sees you make a detour to the clinic on base and walk out with a small heated water bottle pressed against your stomach

He stops by your room to see that your usual coffee is replaced with peppermint tea, the lights are dim, and you’re sitting at your desk, curled over the table with paperwork scattered under your head. He announced himself with a knock and you bolted upright, you winced almost immediately

“Easy love, it’s just me.” He chuckled, “Doin’ alright?” He eyed the tea and turned the bottle of pills in his hand,

“Of course, always.” You we’re out of breath, “Why?”

“Don’t make me ask.”

“Ugh fine. It’s my period, I’m sorry.” He tossed the bottle in his hands at you and you caught it not very gracefully.

“Don’t be. You’ve done more in your state than most of them do normally. Just… take a rest. Take your meds. You’ve done enough.”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He doesn’t really notice, you’re unfortunately good at hiding your symptoms (save for the obvious bleeding and the wrappers in the trash)

Honestly he’s amazed you can go about your day so effortlessly with all that going on

He’s watching you catch up on some chores when he starts to notice the wince in your eyes when you move a certain way, you’re putting away laundry fresh from the dryer and pressing the warm clothes tightly against your lower abdomen

You’re in the kitchen and you’re massaging your temples, breathing heavily, leaning against the counter, shaking your head and continuing with your task

“Alright, bonnie, that’s enough. Let get you set up.”

“Johnny, baby, I’m fine.”

“Sure ya are, I’m just taking care of that fine arse for you since you won’t.” He winked at you, he walked you back to bed, grabbing your heating pad and menstrual relief pills from the bathroom.

“Take it easy, hen, let’s get some movies going, yeah?”

John Price:

He knows your tells. Not only because he lives with you and sees the wrappers in the trash, but because he can feel the shift

You start to take on tasks that you’d normally pass on, whether it’s to prove to him or yourself that you can muscle through it

You don’t need to prove anything to him sweetheart, he knows how strong you are, just let him take care of you

He tells you as much but you wave him away and continue with what you were doing

He gets a little frustrated because he knows you’re suffering, he knows how hard your periods hit you, just let him help you damn it

So he sets up a little trap, he asks you to help him in the bedroom, and being the big strong girl you are, you go in ready to help but he wrap you in a big blanket and swings you over his shoulder, he set you down on the bed, tucked under the blankets, half-heartedly glaring at him.

“Rest, darling, please.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He knows how bad your periods are and he doesn’t let you move an inch out of bed, he’s super doting, and he spoils you absolutely rotten

Even if you insist you can muscle through it, he won’t let you

Dishes need to be done? He’s got it. Groceries? Instacart that mf. Laundry? Say no more queen. Gotta make dinner? No you don’t.

He’s got your heating pad cranked up as high as you need it to be, your comfort show or movie is playing and he’s got your meds and some water ready for you when you need

Period care king tbh.

König:

Schatz please, you only make it worse, he knows that and you know that, but he’ll always remind you

He lets you press on about your day, doing whatever you can to distract yourself from the pain, but as soon as he sees you clutch your stomach and double over when you think he can’t see you, he steps

“Liebling, please you’re hurting me.”

“König, don’t start.” You sighed exasperated, he’s willing to deal with a lot but when it comes to your well-being, he doesn’t fuck around,

“Beg your pardon, schatz?”

Oops.

“Fine. Do your worst.” You relented, he smiled mockingly at you (not in a malicious way),

“That’s what I thought.”

You’re buried under blankets, your electric heating pad spread over your abdomen, water and medicine is on your nightstand, and you’re so grateful König knows you as well as he does.

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elfyelation · 8 months

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | oneshot

pairing—astarion x m!tav summary—when tav falls ill, everyone at camp is surprised to find that astarion is intent on staying by his side until he’s better warnings—illness, mention of poison, soft astarion, worried astarion, worried party, hurt/comfort, extensive use of pet names, super soft, extreme fluff word count—754 rating—teen note—this is entirely self-indulgent because i’ve been really ill this past week (thanks covid) and the whole time i was thinking about how astarion would comfort tav if he was hurt/sick so i came up with the idea for this

“How is he?” he asks and for what might be the first time, she can hear sincerity in his voice.

“Better,” the cleric sighed, “He’s getting better but he’ll still need some time to recover. You can sit with him but if I see those fangs of yours anywhere near him—”

Astarion rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I assure you, Shadowheart, my intentions are far from what you seem to believe. I would never harm Tav. Surely that much has become clear to you by now?"

The sceptical half-elf hummed, “I suppose he will be safe enough for now. Even if your concern for him was a lie I doubt you’d want to risk sucking up any poison that might still be loitering in his veins.”

He knew she had every right to be distrusting of him, especially when it came to Tav’s safety. He only hoped one day they would all finally see just how much Tav really meant to him. That his feelings weren’t a lie. Until then, he’d have to make do with their concern over their friend and his questionable taste in partners.

“A… Astarion?” His weak voice croaked out the moment the vampire spawn ducked inside the tent.

Tav was laying on the blankets, his body completely sweat-ridden as his face contorted with discomfort. He was in still pain, still so vulnerable.

Astarion was by his side in an instant, his cold hands reaching out to gently touch his lover’s forehead. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

The cool touch of his hand was welcome as it immediately began to cool Tav’s fever. Gale had already expressed his suspicion that it would do as much. There certainly were at least a few perks of being undead.

“Let’s cool you down, shall we?” He wasted no time removing his shirt before crawling down beside his lover. One strong arm gently wrapped around Tav and pulled him closer, hoping that the coldness of his skin would help ease at least some of the pain.

Tav's laboured breaths finally began to slow as he nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the chill of Astarion's body. His fingers wrapped themselves around the cool arm around him, pulling it closer to his chest.

The vampire spawn chuckled against his ear. “Easy, little love, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers traced delicate patterns on Tav's forehead, willing the fever to subside.

Outside the tent, Shadowheart kept a close eye on the pair and, in doing so, her initial scepticism gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of the vampire's genuine concern. She couldn't deny the tenderness she saw in Astarion's eyes as he cared for their companion. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before. A side of him she hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe it wasn’t just about self preservation or sexual desire. Just maybe he truly did care for Tav. She never thought love was something he was capable of but the longer she watched them, the more she realised just how wrong she had been.

Soon enough, his lover was sound asleep in his arms. Sleeping without a sign of pain or discomfort. It was the first time he’d slept properly since his affliction which meant Shadowheart was right, he was getting better.

“You know, you really scared me for a moment there. I… I thought I was going to lose you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

He spoke despite knowing there was no one to hear him. Speaking to a sleeping lover who, as if on instinct, rolled over to snuggle closer into him.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, my love," Astarion murmured, "I promise you that. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible." He knew that Tav couldn't hear him, but the words were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

Astarion had always been a creature of darkness, bound by instinct and desire. Forced to do his cynical master’s bidding. Yet, in Tav's presence, he had found a glimmer of something different, something more profound. It was a love he never thought he deserved, but now that he had it, he would do anything to defend it.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Astarion held Tav close, vowing silently to cherish every moment they had together, determined to prove that his love was not just words but a promise to protect and endure, no matter the cost.

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 11 days

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1: PRIYA & JAMIE

MASTERLIST > Next chapter

You love your best friend but you can't find the courage to tell him. It doesn't matter because things are perfect between you... until they aren't. Everything changes the day Bucky introduces you to his new girlfriend.

Word count: 3.1k

Warning: angsty feelings, jealousy, feelings of betrayal, Bucky... Barnes is a warning

Sticks and Stones was your favorite place. Not because of the amazing meals, or the roaring fireplace that made the winter evenings warmer, or even the stone oven that produced the most scrumptious pizzas. No, it was because once a month, you shared a meal with your best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. You jovially referred to it as date night, the one night you were guaranteed a time alone with your best pal.

Normally when you arrived, you'd find Bucky waiting patiently for you, having ordered his and your favorite drinks. But today, you'd been out in town, enjoying some time off from work and you'd arrived early. You were pleased that for once, you'd be able to return the favor.

"Darling!" Victor, your usual waiter greeted you. "You're here early! Beat Mr Bucky to the punch today! Want me to bring the usual?"

"Yes please, Victor! Thanks!"

You glanced around, making yourself comfortable as you waited for Bucky to arrive. Victor brought your drinks and you couldn't resist taking a sip of the fruity house wine that you always enjoyed. You savored the taste and tingly feeling of it slipping down your throat. There was an instant feel of comfort and familiarity in the setting and you smiled dreamily, lost in the moment.

The time you spent with Bucky was very special to you. When you weren't out risking your lives and watching each other's backs for S.H.I.E.L.D., the two of you tried to spend your free time together. Truth be told, you were harboring feelings of more than simple friendship for the super soldier. The bond you shared was tighter than any other relationship you'd had in the past. But you longed for more and during these ‘dates’ you could imagine that your feelings were reciprocated. It was a tap on your shoulder that brought you back to reality.

"Hey!" Bucky's smiling face popped into your visual field.

"Buck!" You smiled from ear to ear. It was always a comfort to see him. Jumping out of your seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Bucky's strong arms wound their way around your waist and your chin snuggled into the nook between his shoulder and neck. As he squeezed you tightly, you noticed someone standing awkwardly behind him.

Gently, you pulled out of your best friend's embrace, smiling at the gorgeous stranger in tight fitting jeans and a perfectly tailored red halter neck blouse. You were slightly star struck by her beauty, she was in appearance, everything you wished you were.

"Hi," you smiled at her. Even though you were impressed by her appearance, something about her presence didn't sit right with you.

"Oh Cricket, this is Priya. Doll, this is Y/N, but we call her Cricket."

Did he just call her Doll? You frowned slightly. That was his nickname for you. The discomfort you had felt intensified.

"Hey, Cricket. It's nice to meet you." Priya offered her hand, which you shook, more as a reflex. "Jamie here has told me so much about you."

"Jamie?" You frowned again, looking at Bucky.

He scratched the back of his head bashfully, chuckling slightly at her pet name for him. "Priya!" Bucky admonished jokingly.

Breathlessly, you watched as he pulled out a chair for this woman to sit down. He was a perfect gentleman. He waved Victor over and grabbed a chair from the table adjacent to you and sat down. "Why’re you still standing?" he asked you.

Wordlessly, you lowered yourself back into your chair, reaching out to your glass of wine and taking a larger than necessary mouthful. This time though there was a searing burning in your chest that was probably nothing to do with the alcohol trickling down your esophagus.

"So, how do you two know each other?" The words were coming out of your mouth but you had no idea who was controlling it. You also knew that you didn't want to hear the answer.

"Priya’s my girlfriend." Bucky beamed, looking at Priya. He never smiled like this at anyone other than you.

"Jamie and I met four months ago. Right here! I saw him sitting here on his own and I just couldn't let such a handsome man be lonely." Priya ran her fingers through Bucky's hair.

Your mind was reeling at the information that had just been dropped on you and your world felt like it was spinning. You felt a pang of jealousy and sadness as you listened to Priya gush about how she met Bucky. How much alcohol had you drunk? Your mouth felt dry but your eyes burned. Your ears were ringing and everyone suddenly seemed very far away. You tried to smile and act happy for them, but it was hard to hide your true feelings. You wondered how Bucky could have kept this a secret from you for four months. Was he ashamed of you? Did he not trust you? Did he not care about you?

"I… I don't understand. What do you mean you met here?" You stuttered.

"Remember that time you were forced to cancel on me, ‘cause of the last minute mission Steve dragged you on?"

"Yea-" you whispered in answer.

"It was that day." Bucky looked at you.

"So what? You just found an instant replacement?" The words slipped out of your mouth with a lot more spite than you'd intended.

"Of course not, Cricket." Bucky frowned, he wasn't sure what he had expected but this was not the reaction he had imagined from you. "You're my best friend."

"Yeah," you sighed.

Under the table, you found yourself gripping the sides of your chair so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. Maybe if you had been given time to emotionally prepare yourself for this introduction, you would have reacted more gracefully than you were doing at this very moment. But the shock of being face to face with Bucky’s girlfriend was so far down on your list of expectations, that you didn’t seem to have any control over your brain or your mouth.

"Aww, Jamie, I thought I was your best friend now," Priya smiled at Bucky, batting her eyelids at him. She slipped her arms around his beefy bicep and leaned in for a kiss.

To your surprise, Bucky laughed and leaned in, engaging in a slow and gag-worthy kiss. You wanted to run, to scream, to cry, you wanted someone to pinch you, to shake you awake from the nightmare you seemed to be stuck in. A dream, that’s what it was, just a bad dream. If you played along, you’d wake up in your bed having fallen asleep beside your best friend watching bad movies all night because he had a nightmare. You didn’t want to be rude or cause a scene either. You also didn’t want to lose Bucky, even if he had already chosen someone else. You loved him too much to let him go.

You plastered a smile across your face, deciding to stay, enduring the torture of watching them be happy together. "Congratulations, Bucky. It’s good that you’ve found someone special." The words sounded forced, at least they did in your mind. Emotionless. You meant what you said, it was good that Bucky had found someone. You just wished that someone was you. He deserved happiness, you just wanted to be the one to give it to him.

You had known all along that you wouldn’t be that person. Every time he had put his arms around you, every time he came to you for comfort after a nightmare, every time you shared a meal, every time those brilliant blue eyes gazed into yours, he had had the opportunity to take things one step further. And as much as you longed for it, that step never came.

Bucky gave you a scrutinizing stare for what felt like an eternity before accepting your words. "Thank you," he smiled, breaking your heart all over again.

"So, Cricket! I assume that's not really your name. How did it come about?"

Bucky laughed, recalling the memory. "Cricket had only been with the team for two months, but she was immediately everyone's conscience. It was almost kinda annoying."

You scowled.

"Come on, Cricket, don't be like that." Bucky smiled at you and it melted the scowl off your face. "Natasha used to call her Jiminy Cricket and it's just stuck."

"And how long have you and James known each other?" Priya asked you.

"It’s been two years," you smiled, the first genuine one since you had seen them together. "But we've been partners for 18 months."

You felt the need to emphasize your closeness with Bucky.

"Wow, James said the two of you were close." She turned to Bucky, directing her question at him. "How come you never mentioned us to her?

Bucky had the decency to look uncomfortable, his eyes flitting between you and Priya but never maintaining eye contact with either of you. Your immediate instinct was to help him out, to ease his discomfort. But the little person inside your brain that often sat on your shoulder with horns on its head asked you why he deserved it. Why had he lied to you for the past four months? What was he trying to hide from you? He was really putting your little crickets through their paces.

"I just wasn’t ready to share you with anyone else," Bucky answered in his most charming manner.

Priya giggled and you closed your eyes in an effort to keep them from seeing your exasperated eye roll.

"We should order before they close the kitchen. It’s getting late. What do you want?" Bucky asked Priya.

It almost felt like you didn’t exist.

"Want to share a pizza?" she responded.

"Sounds great, Doll!" He smiled at her. "What do you want, Cricket?"

"Umm, I-" You had no idea what you wanted. Pizza with Bucky was your go to. It had been a while since you’d sampled anything from the menu. "I need to look." You picked up the faux-leather bound booklet with meal options, grateful to be able to hide your face behind it. The last thing you wanted was for Priya or Bucky to see your quivering lip or tear filled eyes.

You only emerged when Victor approached, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Miss Y/L/N. Would you and Mr Bucky like your usual?"

"No Victor, could I have the cajun pasta please?"

Priya gave hers and Bucky’s orders to Victor who walked away promising only a short wait for your meals. A silence settled over the tablet as you contemplated how Priya took charge of their order. It had taken you a long time to get Bucky to understand that he had autonomy and was allowed to voice his opinions. You always did your best to give Bucky the time to process his decisions and articulate them. You worried that he would lose that. However, Priya used silence as an opportunity to ask you a few more questions.

"So, Cricket. How did you end up joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

You shrugged. "Just kinda happened. Sometimes life has a way of pushing you into something unexpected, you just have to make the most of it." You had no desire to share the most painful events in your life with a complete stranger. "And what do you do, Priya?"

"My job isn’t as exciting as yours, I’m afraid. I’m a surgeon."

"She is being modest," Bucky interjected proudly, "She is a kid’s surgeon."

You felt like you were being punched in the gut. You had gone to medical school before you’d joined S.H.I.E.L.D., but life had different plans for you and you’d ended up being recruited to S.H.I.E.L.D. soon after your internship.

You plastered a smile across your face and delivered the socially acceptable response. "Wow, pediatrics. That’s hard work."

"Worth it though, when you see the smiles on the kids' faces when they walk out of the hospital."

"I’m impressed that you find the time to date. I can barely find time for myself. Feels like too much hard work!" You forced a laugh from your lips.

"Well, being with James isn’t work at all. In fact, he gives me a reason to leave the hospital."

Bucky blushed. "Thanks, Doll."

Luckily you were spared further awkward conversation by the arrival of your dinner.

"Eat up kids, we’re closing up soon!" Victor boomed.

The rest of the meal was eaten in relative silence, Bucky and Priya exchanging some small talk as you poked and prodded at the food on your plate. Their honeymoon phase was sickening and all you wanted was to leave.

Closing time came around eventually, although not as soon as you would have liked.

"Darling, what's the matter? You didn't like pasta?" Victor came to clear your plates and usher you out of the establishment.

"It was really good, just a bit spicy." You blushed while telling the lie, your inner cricket screaming at you.

"Next time we'll make sure you can eat it all then." Victor smiled at you kindly.

You felt terrible, but you didn't want anyone to see how upset you really were, especially Bucky. Not that he would notice, he was too busy draping his jacket over Priya’s shoulders. It didn’t mean very much to you at that moment, but the second you stepped outside, you realized that your evening wasn’t going to get any better. Bucky’s bike was parked right outside and you understood what that meant.

"Cricket, we’ll see you back at the compound!" Bucky smiled, leading his girlfriend to the bike with his hand at her back. "Don’t want to get caught in the rain."

You nodded mutely, watching them speed away. When you had asked Nat to drop you off in town, it had been with the intention that you would catch a ride back with Bucky, as you always did. You were left standing on the curb in a sundress and a light jacket. It had been a warm day for late October, but as the sun had set, thunder clouds had rolled in and Thor’s distant cousins were making a ruckus in the distance and seemed to be heading in your direction. The notion that you could walk home was something you entertained for a total of two seconds, as your heel got stuck in a grate on the sidewalk. You sighed heavily as a couple of raindrops splashed on your shoulder.

Pulling out your phone, you tapped on the local transportation apps, but there were no cabs to be seen. Not that anyone would be willing to drive you out into the country at this time in the evening. There was only one choice left, you needed to call one of your friends to pick you up. Resigned to an awkward conversation, you scrolled through your phone for someone to contact.

Nat… no, she wasn’t around. Sam… no answer. Steve… the phone rang a couple of times, before a sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Steve, were you sleeping?" you asked, anxiously.

"No," came his dishonest answer.

"I’m sorry, go back to sleep." You hated imposing on people and knowing that you had woken Steve from what was probably much needed slumber, made you felt terrible.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, it’s okay, Steve." What were you thinking? Why were you not asking for a lift?

"Cricket."

"Could you please pick me up from town?" you asked, in a small voice.

Steve sat up in bed, your voice drowned out by a loud crack of thunder. "Wait, aren’t you with Bucky?"

"No, Buck-" you weren’t sure how much Steve knew about Bucky’s girlfriend. "I’m not with Bucky. He’s busy."

"With Priya?"

So Steve knew. Naturally. Steve was Bucky’s family, of course he would tell him before he told you. A tear dropped down from your eye as you nodded. "Yeah," you whispered, realizing that Steve couldn’t actually see you.

"I’m sorry. Give me half an hour, I’m coming."

"Thanks, Steve."

You hung up the phone and looked around. The street was deserted and everything felt so much darker than before. The rain, which had been falling lightly, started coming down more heavily, seeping into your thin clothes and making you shiver. The tears that were now pouring down your face were practically indistinguishable from the raindrops. This felt like the perfect ending for how you felt about your day.

True to his word, Steve arrived in twenty eight minutes. And you sunk into the passenger seat of his car looking like a bedraggled rat. He didn’t ask you any more questions, for which you were grateful. Wordlessly, he slipped off his hoodie and offered it to you. You took it, pulling the soft material over your head, thankful for the warmth it provided. The hood covered your eyes and you did nothing to move the wet strands of hair that were plastered across your face. It took all your self control to not start sobbing in the car with Steve. Luckily for you, Steve turned up the seat warmer on your seat and focused solely on the road as he started the journey back to the compound.

When he eventually pulled into the garage, Steve yanked up the parking brake, turned off the ignition and jumped out before you had the chance to unfasten your seat belt. He opened the door for you and you got out reluctantly. A feeling of dread washed over you. What if Bucky and Priya saw you like this? They were already here, you had immediately spotted Bucky's bike in the corner. You knew he had brought Priya back to the compound because Bucky hadn’t bothered to store his spare helmet, and he would have secured it if he had ridden home alone. A horrifying image of them having sex invaded your mind for a moment, but Steve’s voice distracted you.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to your room." Steve offered you a hand to help you out of the car.

"I'm sorry for making you come out to get me. I should have taken my car. I just thought-"

"It's okay. Let's go." Steve said kindly, wrapping his arm around you, offering his support and warmth. He stopped right outside your bedroom door. "Do you need anything?" he asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you," you muttered in his ear.

Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Good night."

Neither of you noticed Bucky returning from the kitchen with two glasses in his hands, watching you and Steve from the shadows.

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yeahiamjustalittleguy · 11 months

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can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶

Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!

HEADCANON:

Grian

This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all

He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it

The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it

If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either

Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars

If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it

He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it

If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too

Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories

If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you

“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”

He will always be supportive

Mumbo

He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it

Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over

It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it

Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything

If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked

Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him

He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay

Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure

He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay

Either way he loves you how you are

Scar

This fool, this dumbass man

He cannot keep his mouth shut at all

He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking

So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking

He tries to guess it, if you’re not

The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it

“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”

Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately

If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight

The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills

He is just spitballing, trying to get it right

Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go

He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough

Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong

Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to

Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off

He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them

Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more

Really weird but he has favorites

He just loves them to be honest

It makes you so uniquely you

Etho

No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment

“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”

It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous

He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes

He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it

He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that

It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it

Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you

It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way

He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts

At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was

Bdubs

He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited

Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you

He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from

If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what

He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic

Anything that is a part of you, he loves it

Anything that is you is beautiful

Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too

He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it

It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met

But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate

So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display

He does love them, just as much as he loves you

Pearl

She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all

As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual

And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay

So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully

“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”

That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it

She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible

She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know

As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her

For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you

It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars

And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter

She still loves you

Tango

Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction

He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart

It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once

He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other

You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug

He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you

“Where are these all from?”

You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious

Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him

Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable

He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it

He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you

Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him

That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing

But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that

Xisuma

Oh boy

His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is

He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it

This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show

BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry

He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like

That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what

He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be

If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)

Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it

There is no losing with this blessing of a man

#hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #hermitcraft x you #hermitblr #xisuma x reader #Grian x reader #mumbo x reader #tangotek x reader #Pearlescentmoon x reader #etho x reader #Bdouble0 x reader #goodtimeswithscar x reader

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feralrabidcrow · 10 days

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Merc Spice Tolerances

Eating hot chips and thought of this

Scout: It really depends on your definition of 'tolerance'. He'll eat super spicy food and put on a brave face, acting all tough and manly and strong like it's no big deal to him, but internally he's freaking out about how much it burns and the moment no one is looking he's chugging milk. He can handle more mildly spicy things fine, though.

Soldier: The man is a human garbage disposal, he'll send anything right down the hatch without even flinching. If it causes him any discomfort, he doesn't dare show it. He takes it like a true American and powers through.

Pyro: No one actually sees them eat because they disappear off with their food to eat somewhere private, but before they do they often load it up with all manners of hot sauce, so it can be inferred that for Pyro, like many things, food is better the hotter it is.

Demoman: Weakest stomach for spice known to man. It's as if he's allergic to flavour, the poor guy. Although it may have something to do with the fact that his stomach refuses to acknowledge anything that doesn't have at least a 50% alcohol content.

Engineer: He loves spice, and a lot of the things he cooks for the fellas has at least a little kick to it, to some dismay and some delight. While he holds back for the sake of the others, he's always adding something like extra tabasco to his own portion.

Heavy: For a guy who had basically no exposure to spicy food before coming to America, he's embraced the way of spice and has taken to experimenting with adding some heat to his own cooking under the guidance of Engineer. His own levels of tolerance aren't quite at the level of the Texan, but still impressive.

Medic: He used to have pitifully weak spice tolerance, but he's since been building his tolerance up, through less than natural means. He's determined to have the strongest tolerance of them all by the end of the year. For no real reason other than bragging rights. Why he has decided to make this into a competition, who can say, but he's certainly determined to win.

Sniper: The only time any of the mercs have ever seen Sniper shed tears was when he ate some of Engineer's prize winning super spicy chili. Nowadays, when Engineer announces he's making chili, Sniper runs for the hills to the safety of his van where he can eat something he knows won't kill his taste buds. Like unseasoned rabbit roasted over a fire.

Spy: As a man who has withstood all manners of torture, Spy can eat spicy food without as much as a flinch, but that doesn't mean he willingly inflicts it upon himself. He holds the belief that eating should be an enjoyable and pleasing experience, not tortuous and punishing.

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barcalover86 · 3 months

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hiii i love ur writing sm 💗💗

could you pls write something about how gavi sprains/breaks his ankle badly during a game bc he gets fouled and is in a lot of pain (write about the moment he gets injured DETAILED) and his gf is the peri medical doctor and has to calm him down on the field and his teammates and coaches are rly worried that it’s a serious injury since he’s such a warrior and never cries like he did after this injury ❤️‍🩹 and she comforts him but is super worried abt him and takes him to the ambulance so that she can take him to the hospital. sry it’s so specific loll

thanks so much have a great rest of your day!!!!!!!!!

End of the season

Part 2

Everything was going fine, Barca was leading, and it was almost the end of the game.

You were gently watching your players run on the side of the field, being really careful if you'd see someone who seemed to have some discomfort so that you could tell Xavi to take them out. You had enough players that were injured, and you didn't need one more. Seven were enough for you to take care of.

Everyone seemed to be just fine, and you relaxed a bit in your chair.

Ferran quickly got your attention, seeing him sign speaking to you.

"5 more minutes" you replied to him, which he nodded thankfully.

Right when you turned your gaze on Gavi, you saw how some player got into him hard, ending with your poor boyfriend's ankle to be left out behind.

The whole stadium started to make noises, and at first, you thought that it wasn't something really serious and just a trick to save some time.

But after seconds have pasted and Gavi was still on the floor, you ran to him with your medical bag to see if he really was okay.

Next to you were two more doctors, and together, you crossed the field the faster you could.

The closer you'd get, the more you realize that he is in a lot of pain.

You got there the first one, asking as calm as you could if it hurts him.

He only nodded, not being able to form some words out of his mouth.

You turned your face to Xavi, who was desperate waiting for an answer.

"It's serious," you said to him, and he signed, putting both of his hands on his face.

When the fans realized that Gavi couldn't finish the game, they started to shout his name out in support.

You turned again facing Gavi now. All cameras were on you.

"Is is bad, y/n?" Pedri asked you and you only sighed. He got his answer by that.

"Could we help you in any way?" Ferran asked you and you shook your head.

"Just let us do our job."

They nodded, leaving you alone with your medical team.

Gavi was moving a lot, trying to ease the pain he was having.

"Stop moving, you'll make it worst."

"We have to get his shoe off. Help me, y/n."

While you undid his shoelaces, you kissed his forehead. He really needed your love in this moment.

The two men took him in their arms, getting him off the field. You were following them with his shoe in your hands.

Everyone now, fans, coaches, players, were clapping giving their support to Gavi.

The game still had to be continued. Five more minutes.

"Y/n, please stay here while we take care of Gavi. If someone else gets injured, just tell Xavi to find me and I'll come quickly."

"Marc, please let her come with me." Gavi begged with tears in his eyes.

He thought for a second.

"Go."

"Thank you!" you replied, running to Gavi.

The game was finished with the victory of Barcelona. The players ran as fast as they could to the medical center.

"Is he ok??"

"It seemed like he broke his ankle."

"I knew it was bad. I've never seen him in that much pain before." Pedri replied and you turned your face on the floor.

"Don't worry, y/n. I know he'll be alright. He is strong." He put his hand on your shoulder, while looking at Gavi who was drinking now some water, laying down on a bed.

"Pedri, I'm certified in sports medicine. It's really, really bad."

When the players heard that, they started to get really worried. He was too young to have serious injuries.

"How long it will take him to come back?"

You thought a bit.

"It depends a lot on his recovery, but what I can tell you surely is that this season for him is over."

"But- is it really that bad?" Balde asked, panicking.

"She literally told us that it is, idiot! Does he know it yet, y/n/n?" (your nickname)

You shook your head.

"I'll tell him after we go to the hospital. We need to do some tests to see if only the ankle is broken and nothing else was hurt during the contact."

They all nodded and left.

You sitted down next to Gavi, smiling at him softly.

"We need to go to the hospital to set some tests, ok?"

"But I don't want to!" he whined like a baby. You knew how much he hated going to hospitals.

"It won't hurt more than it hurts you now."

"That's bad then because now I feel like I better die than feel this way."

You looked at him with sad eyes. . Just then he realized what he just said.

"I take that back."

He takes your hand, wanting to feel you close to him.

"How much do I have to stay home?"

"We don't know it yet, Gavi. We'll talk after we go to the hospital, ok?"

After he was done with the tests, he was allowed to go home.

You talked with the medical team , and you'll explain everything to your boyfriend alone. It was the best decision.

"So?" he replied curious, after looking at his tied ankle.

"It's a lot to say."

"Just start."

You go to seat closer to him and he puts his head on your lap.

"You were fouled pretty badly, and your ankle is broken. Luckily, nothing else is injured. You have to rest for two weeks at home, and then you'll have to do recovery sessions for about 2 months."

"So that means that I still can play until the season is over, right? I'll have 3 more months."

"Well, um, no." he raised his eyebrows. "You'll have then another 2 weeks of to rest. Then you'll start playing football again, but alone and slowly. And just then you'll go to train with the team. But you won't play this season because you really need to recover properly."

He looks at you sad.

"But what about playing for the national team? Can I go there?"

"We'll see how you recover." You kiss his nose. "But we can spend more time together. I'll have to take care of you." you smiled at how his face began more happier.

"That's the best news for today."

You kissed his lips, hugging him.

"I'm sure you'll come back stronger, Gavi. I'll make sure of it. I'll prepare you to be in the best shape possible!"

He hugs you back tightly.

"I want cuddles because I feel like crying, y/n/n."

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ddollfface · 1 month

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Can I please request a Yandere Hanayama Kaoru head canon?

𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝙆𝙖𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

Warnings; reader is afab/described a girl, yandere behaviors, stalking, I talk a lot, lots of ramblings, probably doesn't make any sense, bad writing, more stalking, Tumblr is trying to silence me, ngl Hanayama is growing on me... If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Bro, I'm so sorry that this is super rushed, seeing as I hit the word limit??? I'm super confused because I barely wrote anything, but whatever. A lot of my headcanons are based around @yandere-writer-momo. Also, sorry for being offline for so long lol, kinda forgot I had Tumblr ngl :/

Okay, to start this off, I think that realistically, it'd be very, very, very hard to get Hanayama's attention. He's shown to be stoic and stone-faced, only showing respect and warmth toward specific people (Baki and Shiba included). And I think it's important to mention that the people he does respect is due to their fighting spirit and/or strength, that or they were there during his childhood (like Kizaki and his mama).

And that's just for him to show basic affection toward them, not even accounting for being loving. For you to catch his attention, I think that you'd have to be either a really strong fighter (meaning having impressive skills of some sort) or have a strong will, either one will work. (Though, a lot of the time, both go hand-in-hand).

When I say a strong will, I don't mean you get up after being punched over and over, instead, it can just be standing up for others. Similar to Katsumi, I can see Hanayama being attracted to a person who's selfless, in the sense that they're brave. Someone who's willing to push through their fear and do it, whatever it is. Now, that catches his attention.

There's a never-ending list of cowards who'll run with their tails between their legs at the sight of discomfort, willing to abandon everything just for their own gain, and Hanayama encounters these men all the time. Let's just say that it gets boring, annoying even. So when you see someone who's spitfire, ready to jump into danger for themselves or others. Now, that's impressive.

Whether or not they can actually carry through doesn't matter too much, it's the fact that they got back up, not letting their dignity lay to rest. Personally, I find that Hanayama would be far more interested in someone who's genuinely acting selfless in this way, acting from the heart.

Going more into his childhood, I think this type is rooted in Hanayma's relationship with his mother. Though I haven't read the manga, from the wiki, I've gained that he was close to his mother, loving her very much. We don't know much about her. Hell, we don't even know her name, but we do know that she was kind.

That's the only information we're given, but even from that, I can make an analysis. From this, I know that Hanayama was likely a Mama's boy, though still being trained to be a Yakuta. I don't mean Mama's boy in the traditional sense, I mean it in the way that she was his peace, his way out of the Yukuta world, his destiny. Being raised in a gangster lifestyle isn't easy, nor is it soft, so just imagine the damage that type of environment can put on a child's brain?

Horrible, huh? So I like to think that Hanayama's mama, before she passed, was far softer to him, giving him some sense of security. this is possibly why he felt such sorrow after she passed, discarding the natural pain we feel when our mama dies (seeing as there's a primal connection we have with our mama, but that doesn't matter too much at the moment).

Hanayama is a very monotone kind of guy, who, I imagine, doesn't like people with some type of alternate motive. Like, y'know how politicians or businessmen talk? Like they're hiding something from you? Yeah, Hanayama loathes those kinds of people, especially if they're trying to pursue him. I belive that he wants someone who'll keep his life steady; be his calm, if you will.

He wants someone who will be upfront, express themselves clearly, and won't keep what they're thinking from you. To him, this is a breath of fresh air. Hanayama is constantly surrounded by lackeys trying to kiss up to him, speaking with a hidden motive (which isn't really hidden in retrospect). If they're not trying to appease them, then they're quacking in their boots, ready to piss themselves.

But you're not like that, no, not at all. You're different. Hanayama can tell, you aren't some coward, instead, you're someone to respect. He can imagine you sitting next to him, all pretty as a Yakuza's wife. Yeah, he likes the sound of that. Well, the only problem is that you don't know who he is, not yet at least.

I imagine that you wouldn't know who Hanayama is, at first, seeing as he never spoke to you. He likely witnessed you acting selfless in some type of way, expressing your kindness by helping a grandma get across the street, something like that.

You didn't notice him, but he sure noticed you. At first, it wasn't anything too special. Hanayama just found you interesting, wanting to see what you'd do next, so he had one or two of his men keep a tab on you--nothing serious. It continues like that for quite a while, and Hanayama learns more and more about you. He knows that you like to sing when you cook, tapping your feet to the beat, and swaying side-to-side. It's cute, he thinks. And Hanayama feels closer to you, as if you know each other, like you're friends.

But then one of his men reports that you're not at home, not following your usual schedule. Instead, you were at some dingy cafe, drinking crappy coffee with another man, some slumbag who looked like he hadn't showered in a hot second. For some reason, which Hanayama doesn't know, he gets ticked off.

Someone as sweet, kind, and damn pretty as you shouldn't associate with someone like him, someone so gross.

He doesn't do anything, no, no yet. It'd be too brash, and too stupid. And Hanayama isn't stupid. No, Hanayama can keep himself composed, now knowing that he needs to get your attention. Afterall, he can't have you running around with other men, not when he's right here! Well... you don't know that, yet.

Few weeks pass, and you've completely forgotten the trashy date you had gone on, but Hanayama hasn't. You begin to notice new outfits appearing in your closet, clothing you certainly didn't have previously. They're far too expensive, too revealing for you to own.

You'll be confused, especially when these dresses, heels, and coats are no longer just appearing, but instead, being presented. Now, instead of being hung up or nicely folded in your closet, they're being laid out on your bed, accompanied by a pretty, black leather box with silk insides. A little note is stuck on top of the shimmering dress, causing you to gulp, looking around as a shiver racks through your body.

Who the hell is buying you a dress? (though, it looks far more like lingerie, seeing as you'd never be able to wear it out in public). You don't know, but you can't help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you lift the velvet cloth, feeling the lace slip through your fingers. Once you tried it on, listen, you couldn't help but feel curious, you gawked at how it fit you like a glove, hugging your curves, and accentuating your hips and bust.

It's fucking creepy, that's all you can think, but it gets worse, way worse. Throughout the weeks, you notice more and more gifts show up at your doorstep. The dresses get severely revealing, much to your discomfort. So do the notes. They get too detailed and too accurate to your day-to-day. By now, it's clear that you have a stalker, a rich one at that.

I'd have to say that this is the worst part of being with Hanayama: the courting. It's hella weird! You'll never feel alone, always having someone watching you, mostly Hanayama. He doesn't have his lackeys watching you anymore, seeing as he's far too jealous for that. He doesn't want someone as low at them to see you in such an innocent, vulnerable state. No, that's only for him to see.

Don't be surprised when he shows up at your door, your last hookup's head in hand and a bundle of roses in the other. After all, it's time for you to come home, no?

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crisiscutie · 10 months

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How many times can Sephiroth cum? Because he is like super human so does he like cum more?

He can definitely do it several times, and I'd imagine because of his superhuman nature, he is capable of it more than the average man. And he'd surely have more stamina to boot, so let's hope the darling can keep up with him.

Content Warning: NSFW, Corruption, Impregnation and Breeding Kink. Featuring Fluffy Sephiroth.

I can't give numbers because I'm terrible at math.

So in general, Sephiroth's position as Shinra's top SOLDIER would necessitate a healthy and balanced diet, which in turn can help lead to a high cum production. With his alien DNA and incredibly active lifestyle, in and out of the battlefield, he likely possesses exceptionally healthy and strong sperm, perfect for breeding his darling. OG Sephy, AC Sephy, possibly 7R and Dissidia, probably produces an ungodly amount of cum due to them ascending past their humanity and becoming more ethereal than anything.

When it comes to sex, I've always imagined Sephiroth's cum as something otherworldly, even for Fluffy Sephiroth, who, unlike his yandere counterparts, isn't wicked, but he still harbors a dark nature that only remains dormant due to his darling's positive influence.

I've already discussed what's it's like for the darling to receive C.C, OG and AC Sephys cum, so why not focus this post on 7R and Fluffy Sephys?

Fluffy Sephiroth: His alien seed is similar to C.C's, initially. The forceful, heavy rush of his seed will coat her insides as they fight each other to fertilize her egg. The darling could feel Sephiroth's intense love for her through his seed, its stickiness representative of his unwavering devotion to her. She could also feel the slightest tinge of darkness in it. She might squirm a little, but it isn't unpleasant for her to take.

With time, the seeds will cease its aggressive onslaught on her egg, ultimately allowing one to fertilize it. On the outside, Fluffy Sephiroth would hold his darling tightly, as his seed continued to flow into her. He then embraced her, burying his face into her shoulder and closing his eyes, swearing to never let her go...

7R Sephiroth: The darling will feel the heavy and unyielding stream of his corrupted seed pouring into her, overwhelming her senses. His corrupted seed had a mind of its own, moving and squirming inside her like a snake. It passes through her at a leisurely pace. While the seed is less sticky than its counterparts, it will induce both discomfort and longing, as the faint traces of it left behind massages the darling's walls.

His snake-like seeds will eventually find her defenseless egg, attacking it savagely and then slowly constricting around it, drawing out its suffering. Suddenly, one of seeds will lunge forward and strike at the egg, initiating the fertilization process. During this, 7R Sephiroth held her tightly, his velvet voice whispering rambles in her ear about their perfect match, while the poor darling squirming for dear life...

#sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader #ff7 #ff7 sephiroth #yandere sephiroth #crisis cutie #yandere sephiroth x reader #house of sephiroth au #fluffy sephiroth #c.c rambles

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hxhhasmysoul · 4 months

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I read somewhere that said Yuji is parallel with Getou (because in an interview Gege said that both were too kind and sincere in a cruel JJK world). Do you agree?

I've spent over an hour trying to find an interview where Gege said something like that and came up with nothing, so I'd love to know at least which interview this is from, like date or publication's name, if not a link to a transcript.

I don't read Getou as particularly kind personally. His disagreement with Gojou, before they switch positions further down the line, feels quite detached and "academic".

People who follow this blog will be shocked, but I think Gojou is spot on calling out that Getou is trying to be righteous. He's wrong in his disdain for the weak, obviously, but he's not wrong about Getou.

Getou is very clearly repeating something he heard at school or from the jujutsu establishment. He has very clearly bought into their framing of that separates the sorcerers from the general population and also looks down on the normies, considers them weak.

Because this is internalised propaganda and and duty but not some deep personal conviction about the value of life or whatever, faced with reality it crumbles.

He very clearly sees himself as separate from the normies. And here it seems that his choice to protect them as a sorcerer was made after the events with Riko. It's unclear if it was the first time he'd made that choice, for example when he became a student, but it seems that he made it at that point (again?).

The jujutsu world doesn't care for the weak at all, sorcerer and normie alike, it will exploit its own weak like it did with the Star Plasma Vessels, or it will abandon them like it did with Mimiko and Nanako. And because Getou has fully embraced the otherising of non-sorcerers he turns to full blown fascism in which he wants to create a good world just for his own.

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Yuuji's convictions come from within himself. They are deeply rooted in his compassion for others, in his discomfort with the suffering of others.

And he justifies his involvement in jujutsu through there being a thing only he can do to prevent some curse related deaths.

Yaga really strongly challanges Yuuji's convictions in the scene above, he wants to drag something real out of him, something he can trust. And maybe it'll be a leap, but maybe it's because of the regrets he voices.

Regrets concerning Getou.

And it's not only about someone dying fro Yuuji. He show's this concern to the mother of the convict from the detention centre, he shows so much compassion and understanding to Junpei. He understands the gravity of killing Eso and Kechizu, he sympathises with Chousou's pain in their fight. And so on.

He even values the lives of the American soldiers that Kenjaku invited and he gets upset with Angel who acts like their lives don't matter.

Shibuya and the Culling Games haven't beaten out of him the ability to value human life. Because for him it's a true conviction, it's not a duty, not internalised propaganda.

Yuuji's convictions are so strong and true that he even affects Megumi who starts to question the propaganda he'd internalised.

He actually takes the time to consider why he saved Yuuji. He visits the mother of the guy killed in the detention centre. He asks Maki why she saves people.

He doesn't go super far with all of that, his life philosophy is very deeply ingrained in him. But he is affected because his convictions are as weak as Getou's in the beginning.

But there isn't some switch between Yuuji and Megumi in the way they approach others. As there is between Gojou and Getou.

Megumi partially infects Yuuji with the cog mentality, but Yuuji doesn't completely succumb to it and recently he's been showing more and more initiative in how he handles things.

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But the lack of similarity goes beyond just their mindsets.

They are approached completely differently by the Jujutsu Society.

Getou was valued among his peers, recognised as a special grade. Even when he defected and started committing violence against the normies he never became a priority for the jujutsu world. There was a death sentence on his head but he seemed to be perfectly capable of operating semi publicly in JJK 0. The sorcerers only take active interest in him once he comes to challenge them. Because in reality he's no threat to them, just to the normies.

Yuuji is considered a normie who consumed a dangerous cursed object. The elders don't see him as human and the sell that view to the Kyoto kids.

Which only Miwa has a problem with, the rest of them are really well indoctrinated.

Sukuna is a threat to normie and sorcerer alike so he cannot be ignored like Getou. He and his vessel need to be eliminated.

So obviously they don't share story and character arcs.

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So in conclusion, no, I don't see parallels.

If you tell me which interview that comparison supposedly comes from, I could maybe try to understand what that was about.

What Gege actually has said about Getou in one of the interviews is that they wanted it to be clear that Getou had a choice, that they didn't want it to seem like a duh that Getou hated people. That's why the conversation with Yuki is there, to show how he chooses to draw these conclusions, a conversation the fandom loves to misinterpret.

Yuuji has experienced so far a similar if not higher level of trauma than Getou at the point of his defection. Yuuji is constantly faced with such choices in the manga, choices to stop caring about the lives of others, and he never takes them.

I actually find it upsetting when people draw these parallels.

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americanpsychgirl · 2 months

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Mad Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Frankenstein’s Monster!Reader.

AN: haii! i’m like super duper new to this stuff so it took a lot of me to post this, super sorry if this is mega ooc or something!!!

Warnings/content: Decapitation, blood(?), use of numbing agent, sharp objects (to cut off heads obvi :3), brief mention of restraints, use of the words bitch and slut if you’re not into that, terrible depictions of anything doctorly i am NOT that guy… (tell me if i need to add anything!

Word count: about 1.6k

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You feel yourself waking up, blinking as your vision begins to un-blur and swearing you felt butterflies where your stomach was supposed to be upon seeing Miguel looking down at you with that oh-so loving smile, leaning down to hold your face.

Your beautiful, beautiful face, all made by him, from the shape of your nose to the color of your eyes, sometimes he was surprised he was able to make something so.. breathtaking.

“Morning, little one…” He whispers as to not wake you up entirely, kissing your forehead before immediately sticking a needle into you, the strong numbing agent coursing through your veins immediately.

You weren’t completely immobile yet, but you do start to feel your fingers and toes fall asleep.

This was the fifth time this week he had done an experiment on you, and it was only Wednesday if you had remembered correctly, “Do again…?” You murmur, trying to open your eyes as they continue to close from either your sleepiness or the numbness.

He chuckles, dragging his fingers over your eyelids to close them again, “I’m sorry, hon.. I really am…” He begins to tighten your restraints to make sure you can’t move, “You know how special you are, right? I need to do this…” His voice so honeyed you could practically see the sickly sweet words oozing from his mouth behind your dark eyelids.

He didn’t need to do half of the stuff he does to you, you and he both knew it, but your devotion to your creator helped you throughout all of his trials and tribulations.

A small hum of agreement comes from you, feeling (or not..) as your whole body becomes paralyzed, you remember the first few times where you used to be scared of when it happened.. how you used to try and resist as he pulled out his needle, now you can only feel comfort in the way he talks you through it, how he’s there with you…

He drags his large hands up and down your waist, relishing in your pure beauty to then pull his cart of tools closer to the cot you were on, “This’ll be quick, okay..? It’ll be no time until I stitch you back…”

“Stitch.. back..?” Your lips barely move as you respond in garbled speech, confused on what he meant by stitch back, was he going to cut you open again..?

He nods even though you wouldn’t be able to see in your state, “You’ll see…” He says, a shit eating grin gracing his features.

You make another noise, this one being hesitant instead as you felt the pressure of something being pressed against your neck, but not what it was exactly, your eyes trying to shoot open despite the numbing agent.

“I want you to relax…” He mutters, as if he felt your discomfort, you loved that he always knew how you felt.

What that thing was was a bone saw.

He was going to cut off your head.

He kissed your cheek before getting to it, slowly slicing at your neck as if you were just some vegetable on a cutting board your blood spraying all over him, not phasing him at all while you couldn’t be the wiser.

Finally, the last precise cut was made, your head falling off your neck like nothing, and you hear the pleased laugh he makes as he picks it up and inspects it. You were his little trophy, he could put you on a shelve if he really wanted to.

Due to you not being connected to your body, your eyes start to flutter open, finally waking all the way up with the little sniff of your nose.

“How do you feel, honey..?” He asks, trying to stop himself from kissing you any further until you answer.

Your lips curl into a smile when you look at him and his handsome face, his cheekbones and jawline making you think he was the one with his features handpicked, “Good…” You try to nod, but your face drops as you notice that you’re not connected to your neck, a frown taking over, “Mi-guel…” You warn, as if it would do anything for your situation.

He gives a faux look of pity, “I’m sorry.. you know I am…” He whispers, his chair groaning under his weight as he sits at his desk, placing you under the lamp that sat there, and writing down something that you couldn’t understand.

In your singular year on this earth, you’ve come to learn he is never sorry, no matter how soft his voice is or how pouty his lips get, the times he plays and prods at you are not the same times that he is head over heels in love.

Yet you always accept his apologies, with the hope you could officially live your life with him, not strapped to a cot with harsh light in your face or with organs from who knows where stuffed into you at random.. just out and about, maybe he would take you home if you asked.

You didn’t know what normal humans did when they liked each other, but you wished to do whatever it was with him.

“Mi-guel..?” You mutter, cheesing when his eyes quickly look up from what seems to be a report to you, he was always so attentive, “Question. I have question.” Your eyelashes flutter, making him smile right back at you.

“And what is that, sweet thing..?”

“What if sweet thing.. goes to the outside…” She pauses to add on “With creator.” quickly.

His smile drops into an ugly scowl, his nose scrunching up at the thought of letting her leave, that’s until he gains what little composure he has while taking a deep breath, “Where’d you learn that. Who told you the outside was okay for something like you.” He says in a low tone, it felt like a slap to the face and he hadn’t even said no yet.

“Sweet thing thought it would b-be okay-“

“-Well it isn’t. Did I tell you it would be okay..?”

You would shake your head if it were to be attached to anything, but it wasn’t, so you just sit there with a sad look on your face.. noting how he glances at you every so often while writing, noticeably getting more and more tense as the moment went on.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grumbles, putting his head into his hands and sighing.

“What?” You blink a few times, drawing yet another sigh from him.

“I am so fucking hard right now, stop looking at me goddamnit.” He spits out, as if he was mad, as if she was at fault for simply looking his way.. when did he even find the time to get hard in these past few minutes..?

You gasp softly, your mouth hanging open in surprise upon his words, he was always easy to arouse, but for this to happen to him right after getting mad at you? You wondered if he actually liked you.

“Close your damn mouth.” He groans, resting his head on his forearm on the table, the other one slowly reaching towards his belt to unbuckle his khakis that were fitting way too tight at the moment, “Shit…” He seethes.

“Fuck you. Fuck you, stupid bitch.” His voice wavers as he removes the layer of his pants, the huge tent in his boxers making him shiver at the sight of his own genitals. He finally frees himself and watches as it springs against his shirt, slightly leaning back down due to how heavy it was.

It was leaky, veiny and beautiful, the base a bit darker than his actual skin tone and the needy tip getting redder and redder as the time passes, he lets out a low groan as he sits back, finally remembering that you were right in front of him.

“I think I have a.. test for you…” He breathes out, looking at you seemingly for approval, grabbing your head and not letting you respond anyway as if he wasn’t looking for approval.

You knew what to do, body or not, what you weren’t ready for is the way he shoved his cock in your mouth, not that you necessarily had airways at the moment…

And your lack of lungs made it better for him, with him writhing and moaning like a chick while watching his dick disappear within your mouth as if this was some sort of magician’s act, using your warm, wet mouth as some pocket pussy.

This was for release, this wasn’t an experiment.

“Mmf.. yeah.. yeah let me use your mouth, slut.” He says under his breath, his head rocking back and forth as if he couldn’t hold it up correctly, his teeth biting at his lip so hard he was about to draw blood.

But what else were you to do..? Walk away? Tell the man in possession of your head to stop? You can’t talk with a mouth full of cock anyway…

“F..fa… Fuck- Gonna cum in your pretty mouth, yeah?” He lets out a voice cracking whimper before stilling, letting his thick load fill your mouth to the point where it spilled out due to having no where else to go.

He gave a dopey smile at the fact that his cum was all over his pants, little aftershocks spurting out at the sight till he finally sets you back down on his desk.

“Sweet thing passed.. yes..?”

“More than passed.” He hums out.

The next few minutes consist of him stitching you back, cleaning you up and tying a cute red ribbon where the incision was. You were whole again, you were you again.

And most importantly, he loved you again.

Fin.

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic #atsv smut

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wordbunch · 1 year

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how the hobbits look after you when you’re sick...

a/n: slightly modified the request by miss @starlady66 so it’s a teeny bit more general. hope y’all like it, let me know about it 💗💗💗 and maybe I’ll do one the other way round, a.k.a. reader looking after them; depends on my time and inspiration... And do you wanna read it👀😁 enjoy 😘

🍃 SAM 🍃

he absolutely goes mother-hen mode and we all knew that already

checks a hundred times if you’re cold, too hot, if your pillows are fluffed perfectly, do you have enough blankets, are you burning up, do you want to eat, drink something?

whatever it is that you need, he’s there

sometimes he even overwhelms you with the questions, but you know he means well and just wants to help

he obviously knows a lot about plants and he knows what tea (or any other herbal thingy) can make you feel at least slightly better

and don’t even get me started on how he makes the most delicious food and wants to feed you all the time so you get healthy and strong again

he can get fussy but he hates it so much when you’re not feeling well

however, you sometimes just want him to keep you company and hold you close - his cuddles are the best, it’s not only his food and drinks that make you feel better

he will cuddle you whenever you ask, he will play with your hair, tell you stories in a quiet, calming voice, whatever helps you relax and take your mind off of pain

very optimistic, he will cheer you up whenever needed, and he also knows that you have to get better soon under his attentive care

🍃 FRODO 🍃

he would need a bit of time to notice that something’s a bit off with you, because he’s in his head a lot, but as soon as he figures you’re not at 100%, he basically drags you to bed

will want you to tell him what you want and what you think will help, he’s scared of doing something wrong and accidentally making you feel worse (A BABY)

on the outside he’s being very chill and logical, but on the inside he’s actually super worried, even if it’s a very minor cold, or a headache, or just a little bit of a cough

if he knows elvish, maybe he also knows some elvish healing methods or potions or teas?

if he doesn’t, he would try to dig something up from all the books

that would actually help a lot, or maybe it’s just your mind playing a trick on you since you know how much effort he put into it (BABY)

if you crave any specific food, he’ll make sure to get it or make it, if you want the room to be dark in order to be more comfortable, no problem at all, too!

when you’re feeling a bit better, he would entertain you by playing simple games together, like riddles, or some cards, because he won’t let you out of the house right away, but still knows you’re bored

he cannot wait for you to be all healthy again because he’s stressed

but overall he’s very attentive, very helpful, and you’re thankful for all of it

🍃 PIPPIN 🍃

well he is pretty much lost, but worried to death, which isn’t a good combination, but it’s all out of love!!!

practically glued to your side all the time, even if it’s nothing serious - anything that is hurting you is serious enough to him (at some point you’re uncertain whether he’s not letting go of your hand because of you, or because of himself)

really appreciates it when you directly tell him what you want and need, because then he can actually go and do it and not feel useless, but he’ll try to be as fast as possible so he can return to you shortly

he’ll try to speak very quietly, almost in a whisper, so as to not startle you or cause you any further discomfort (A BABY)

maybe at some point he will ask Sam or Frodo for advice, and Sam sometimes even offers to bring over some food, because Pippin accidentally burning down the kitchen would just complicate things further

lowkey blames himself, because what if he shouldn’t have suggested going for a night walk, and then you got a cold??

what if he was singing too loudly around the house and gave you a headache??

he’ll ask if he may sit on the bed next to you or lie down with you, and you’re like??? of course???

usually he likes to sleep but he can’t when you’re not feeling good, so he will just stay awake and stroke your hair, or hold your hand as you drift off to sleep

if that is okay with you at the moment, he will ramble on about any random topic or sing any song he knows to distract you from whatever hurts

🍃 MERRY 🍃

no way you’ll get out of bed or lift a single finger as long as you’re sick, and he’s around

he’s brilliant at distracting you, if you’re waiting for your fever to go down, or you’re just cranky because of throat pain, he’s ready to make a full performance just to entertain you

he’ll try to guess what you might need, and then bring you stuff, and even if it’s not something that you needed at the moment, you don’t tell him that

he can quickly make you something to eat, but he also tries to get it done fast and come back to keeping his eyes on you

you need a massage? he’ll be more than happy to provide!

he will cuddle you as much as you want to, even if it means that he’ll catch whatever is making you sick (I guess eventually that just gives him an excuse to be babied later...), he will read to you, or you will read together in bed

but he will be the one holding the book, god forbid that you do anything even potentially physically strenuous

a few times he accidentally took a nap during your cuddle session, and then he felt super bad when he woke up, because he was supposed to be the one looking after you!

but you reassure him that it’s really okay and that he also needs to rest and relax

when you’re sleeping in, he will go and pick up random trinkets or snacks to bring you and cheer you up

#lotr imagine #Lotr headcanons #lotr x reader #lotr #lord of the rings imagine #frodo baggins x reader #samwise gamgee x reader #Sam gamgee x reader #merry brandybuck x reader #pippin took x reader #frodo x reader #samwise x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #Frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #pippin took #merry brandybuck #from my pocketses

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thelampisaflashlight · 8 months

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I was rereading some of my SwissDew content after making the masterlist last night, and I noticed some of the common themes I have with them, so I figured, "Ehn? SwissDew tidbits?" Below the cut.

-They are both terrible communicators when it comes to their emotions. Swiss masks his discomfort with jokes or teasing, and Dew uses aggression to avoid talking about the things that are bothering him.

However, they are both very aware of the fact that this is not a good thing, but it's hard to break a lifelong habit overnight.

The foundations of their relationship were built on them both kind of thinking, "I think I'm a bad person, I don't want to be." and learning from each other/together to change their approach to relationships and life in general.

And, well, how could you not fall for someone after you've come to accept all of their flaws and found that the person underneath still deserves love at the end of the day?

-According to Swiss, Dew's biggest struggles are his inability to ask for the things he wants, and his proclivity to hide when he is in pain -emotionally/physically- both of which have caused problems in not only their relationship, but most of his friendships/other bonds.

According to Dew, Swiss' biggest struggles are his habit of hiding his feelings until he snaps, and not appearing to take things seriously for fear of being told he "cares too much" or that he's clingy/can't take a joke, etc.

Basically, they both have trouble with being vulnerable, and it shows.

-Dew gets sick, not super often, but often enough for it to be kind of routine for him, so he just... doesn't tell anyone when he's feeling bad?

Yeah, that doesn't fly with Swiss.

Swiss won't always ask him directly if he's sick, because sometimes doing that pisses Dew off or makes him want to hide, neither of which are good reactions when he's already feeling bad, so Swiss has developed a method to quietly "check-up" on him.

Swiss has the smallest bit of quintessence imaginable, just enough to feed into his fingertips, and he uses that to just casually prod or squeeze at Dew and search for the cause of his woes that way.

Doesn't always work, but when it does?

Dew will get a little upset about it in the moment if he really is sick, but if he's fine, just a bit off, he takes it as reassurance that Swiss cares about him.

And lastly;

-Dew once picked Swiss up -much to everyone's shock, because they forget he's actually kind of strong despite being small- and sat him on his lap, and, well, this information has forever changed Swiss' world view, because he did not think it was possible for him to be handled like that.

Legend says, however, Dew hasn't done it since because he pulled something in his back.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swissdew #swiss x dewdrop #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul shipping

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owladaptive · 5 months

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Pls share your thoughts on Huey Duck I would eat them up so fast

Hello yes I would like to talk about him.

Huey's sweet and kind and responsible and everything but I also think sometimes he will be pretty insufferable when he puts on his know-it-all hat and you know what good for him.

On that note; I'm pretty sure while Huey is absolutely a balm on the salty wound left open after having so many gratingly sarcastic and rude characters be the foremost autistic representation in media.... the kid's probably got a mean streak buried somewhere in there next to The Duke. Like I don't think he'd take a hard insult to his intelligence or anyone in his family lying down. And he wouldn't play nice with someone who really deserved a dressing-down I don't think.

I'm talking cutting words. Biting. He's smart, he could have some truly nasty comebacks locked and loaded for whenever a day comes that someone makes him mad enough.

In this interaction,

Huey says "are you really going to let our family get hurt because you're afraid to get hurt?" And I love it. It's kind of blink-and-you'll-miss-it because the scene immediately turns into a mad dash toward the sounds of lasers firing, but I caught it the other day and it stuck with me.

In moments like these, where a member of the main cast is put in the role of an advisor or counselor, we actually get a glimpse of their own psyche (when it's well-written and in character), as they attempt to transfer what they believe is The Right Thing To Do into the mind of the advisee. In this instance we, briefly, hear Huey speak one of his own core values. He speaks this idea of putting service/care to your family before your own means - before your own goals, discomfort, fears or limitations. Dare I say it's even a little sacrificial?

This message Huey presents is founded upon all of his strongest traits: responsibility, empathy, rationality and maturity. And for that reason (the coolest thing) this message Huey gives to Louie has a subtle through-line from the beginning of the show all the way to the end. Mt Neverrest is a strong example for this message being one of Huey's core values; wherein he instantly abandoned his personal quest to ensure the family's safety. And it pops up in so many little moments upon rewatching episodes.

I just think it's neat.

I think Huey's sadly not as strong a fighter as Dewey or Webby, about on par with Louie most of the time despite his y'know. Internal rage. He's saved by his quick thinking and ability to take advantage of any openings his calculating little science eyes spot.

But I also think branching off from that idea that Huey is a bloody dirty fighter and when I say he "takes advantage" I mean there will be zero hesitation. Sure, he can't fight in long, drawn-out brawls super well because 1 he's a little book boy and 2 he just doesn't have the spirit for fighting. But what he does have is logic - and not a lot of time to plan. So if Logic says that he only has a three fifths of a second to dig his fingers into this undead swordsman's eyes and pull out his optic nerves before he runs somebody through with his deadly sword than. You know. He does that.

And he DOESN'T get wrestling so he'd absolutely get disqualified or something for doing some crazy non-wrestling stunt like idk kicking someone in the throat.

Speaking of sports, we know Huey tried to get into football it seems and oh boy idk if that would have worked out well for him if he was in any position other than being the water boy. He'd either have panicked and gotten trampled or Duked out and gotten suspended..... tbh it more likely would have been the first.

We don't talk enough about how Huey sits at the proverbial "adult's table" in the family a lot of the time. Sure all the kids are treated as equals in skill and value by the adults but Huey's behind closed doors with the grownups, in the finale, the other kids actively being excluded from the planning circle he gets special privilege to be a part of like ISN'T THAT A BIT TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY?? He's a child???? Speaking as someone who used to be "the reliable/good/peace-keeping child" of my extended family, it can get pretty isolating being the one the adults trust the most with "important" business. I actually have a fic idea aaaaaaall about this that I started writing a while ago and I really want to finish it some day.

That's about all I could think of for the moment.... I've been dying to talk about some of this stuff, so thank you!

#answer #huey duck #ducktales

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kinda specific but can you do a female reader x Toko with a reader who has a really bad migraine but is hiding it from Toko and everyone. Perhaps it gets revealed because it gets so bad she starts breaking down

♡ Toko x Fem! Reader with severe migraines:♡

Thank you for the request, Anon!! I hope you like it. I love specific things, honestly, it’s super interesting what people come up with! I’m hoping I did this right. I really feel for Y/N here, migraines are AWFUL.

I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve had a lot of life stuff to concentrate on but we’re good! By the time this is likely to be uploaded, I would have started college again. So, to anyone else who's requested (thank you so much by the way) I am not intentionally ignoring them! I'm just a little busy now but I am working on them, and I love them!

I’m writing this as if it were taking place during Hope’s Peak.

Have a wonderful day, Anon! <3

♡ You didn’t really like admitting when you were hurt.

♡ Even though it didn’t matter, you had a rather strong sense of stubbornness when it came to that.

♡ Something about admitting you weren’t completely fine really bugged you.

♡ But, it bugged other people more when you didn’t admit when something was up!

♡ Toko was one of these people.

♡ By the way you’d wince, the way you seemed constantly uncomfortable no matter what you did, the way you grimaced and ducked your head at any light that was too bright, it was painfully obvious something was wrong.

♡ But you just wouldn’t admit it!!

♡ She didn’t quite know how to approach it, but she tried in her Toko-ish way.

♡ “Y-Y/N, you’re hissing again.” she’d say, eyeing you suspiciously, “Wha…What’s going on?”

♡ “Nothing, Toko,” you’d say, “Just bit my tongue.”

♡ “Ah…” she’d sigh, “Be more careful, idiot…”

♡ “I will, I love you.”

♡ “I…I lo…I love you too.”

♡ You managed to keep up the facade of being fine, but that didn’t mean you had managed to convince your body you were fine.

♡ Your eye would water every second, prompted by the lights, as your head throbbed.

♡ It honestly felt like someone was yanking your eye socket, poking and twisting.

♡ The more you tried to convince everyone things were fine, the more your migraine worsened.

♡ At one point your ears began ringing, which lead to you being unable to communicate with your peers for long periods of time.

♡ Every time someone spoke your migraine seemed to worsen.

♡ Still, somehow, you managed to keep it from everyone; but it was getting harder to do so.

♡ With great irritation you went to join everyone, head pained and eye watering.

♡ Things were okay for a while, but slowly you began to struggle.

♡ Your head hurt, your eye was throbbing, your ears felt heavy…

♡ All you wanted to do was slam your head onto a pillow and stay there, cocooned in the dark.

♡ You didn’t want to be here, not now. You didn’t want to be around anyone!

♡ Everyone was talking, their voices merging into a united myriad of ceaseless noise, whilst the lights above seemed far too bright. Your head hung low, aching, as you desperately tried to ease your irritation.

♡ However, putting your head at such a low angle seemed to make the migraine worse.

♡ It hurt.

♡ You bit your lip in muted agony, a hand raising to grip the side of your head that hurt.

♡ Toko seemed to catch on to this, staring at you for a while.

♡ You could feel her staring, but looking was just too hard.

♡ You remained how you were for a while, not paying attention to anyone, before attempting to raise your head up.

♡ Bad idea.

♡ The lights of the room immediately burned your retinas, your eyes suddenly producing far too many tears as your head felt sore. It felt like your head had been severely bruised, like your brain had been taken for a spin, like your eyes had been forced to stay open; it was too painful.

♡ You winced, covering your mouth.

♡ Toko immediately took note of this, and tried to talk to you, but that seemed to prompt more discomfort.

♡ This seemed to prompt more attention, and that made you spiral.

♡ Eventually you snapped, and just started crying.

♡ You felt terrible, but you couldn’t stop. Once those tears came, that was it.

♡ Your head instantly flew back down, both hands covering your face, and that’s when the sobbing started.

♡ Toko wasn’t quite sure how to approach you about this, but she did try.

♡ When everyone else started trying to get involved, that’s when you got worse.

♡ Between apologetic sobs, you managed to inform everyone as to what was going on, stating shakily that it’s been going on all day.

♡ “It really…It really hurts!” you cried, choking, head hanging low away from the light.

♡ Some people judged you, others tried to help, but Toko seemed to have a sudden surge in confidence and managed to get you up.

♡ “You’re…You’re all making it worse!”

♡ She stood up, grabbing at her sleeves, awkward yet direct.

♡ “Y-Y/N…Should we just go away…?”

♡ You nodded weakly, desperate to get away from everything.

♡ “We’ll…We’ll be back sometime, maybe. Not today, though…”

♡ Toko was never the best at comforting, you knew that, so when she walked you to your room and made you lay down; that meant a lot.

♡ You knew Toko wouldn’t be comfortable with the darkness you wanted so you rolled the blinds down just a tiny bit, letting some light in, before laying down.

♡ Toko appreciated that, and sat on the floor, looking at you as you lay down.

♡ You offered her a spot on the bed, but she was hesitant, preferring to be on the floor.

♡ She did, however, take a hand in hers, holding it as she moved closer from her spot on the floor.

♡ She held it, squeezing her grip to let you know she was there.

♡ You probably wallowed in the discomfort for a while, rambling.

♡ “Why didn’t you just…just tell anyone?” she quizzed, eyebrows furrowing.

♡ “I hate feeling weak. Makes me feel all victim-y,” you admitted, huffing, “If I can deal with it alone, I’ll try to. But…Toko it’s so painful.”

♡ “But…you’re my girlfriend…” she mumbled, confused, “Couldn’t you at least tell me? I’m…I’m bad at sane advice, sure…but…I’m here.”

♡ “Oh…” you exhaled, a little guilty now, “I know, I know. I just…”

♡ “It’s okay, I get it.”

♡ “No, no…! I…”

♡ “N-no, Y/N, I mean…I mean I genuinely understand. That’s just who you are, but…it’s only an issue for me if it actively causes you pain. If it actively hurts you and you could at least find some relief in telling me, and you still keep it to yourself, that’s where it bugs me.”

♡ …

♡ “I’m not mad, I just want you to know I am here.”

♡ You likely ended up falling asleep with her there next to you, still teary-eyed, but no longer because you were in pain.

♡ Just a synchronised blend of migraine effects and adoration for the girl who sat beside you.

#toko fukawa x reader #toko fukawa #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #fem reader #x reader

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