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junggunz · 6 months

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nyctophobia ft. gun park | 🔞

summary: your fear of the dark has been bad for as long as you can remember. many restless nights lead you to forget to turn on your night light before going to bed and your nightmare comes to life. cw: fembodied!reader, sleep paralysis demon!gun, reader is mentioned to be in therapy, kinda plot heavy tbh oops, mentions of derealization since u know...reader has sleep paralysis, SMUT, masturbation is mentioned, TW!!!!NONCON somnophilia, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), p in v, spanking, creampie. all characters featured are 18+ wc: 3.7k an: spooky szn was kinda rough this year ngl. BUT HEYY I POSTED BEFORE HALLOWEEN hehehe. also ily if you catch the asking alexandria line reference.

Discarded clothes trail from your bedroom door to the foot of your bed. Judging by the pieces and imagining how they must have looked when they were on your body, it’s obvious why you were in such a rush to get out of the confines of the fabric. In such a deep slumber, worn out by all the activities and obligations that took up your daylight hours, it’s no wonder why you skip your usual nightly routine.

As soon as the sun is done setting, beautiful golden hues no longer warm your apartment and nightfall is sneaking in through the window, you’re usually so quick to turn some lights; trying to emulate the comforting warmth of the sun. But today, it was already night time when you got home, your living space seemingly consumed by the black abyss. With how much you prefer being in a well lit space, it was out of character seeing how swiftly you navigated your exhausted body through your apartment and to your room without stopping to even turn on a single hallway light.

So focused on getting into bed and heating up the cold sheets with your own body temperature, you didn’t pay any real attention to the way the shadows of the night warped and twisted in your presence. Even after you’ve settled and gotten comfortable, you refuse to acknowledge the murkiness surrounding you; choosing to keep your eyes closed. Letting your mind wander and take you far away, it wasn’t long before your thoughts were filled with erotic fodder that caused a tingle of heat to develop between your bare thighs. Thumbs hooking into the waistband of the flimsy fabric you called your panties, you hastily shoved them off your hips so you could partake in some stress relief before you fell asleep.

And now, here you were. Fast asleep, indecently exposed from the waist down as Gun circles your bed in the same manner of a shark hunting its prey. It’s just you and the demonic embodiment of darkness now. After so many nights of keeping him confined to only the shadiest corners of your apartment—the closest he could ever get to you being inside your closet that was far across your room—he felt like he was the one going insane.

Ever since you were young, you knew the darkness wasn’t all it seemed. It noticed you. It whispered to you. It beckoned toward you. It plagued you with night terrors; taking you to the limbo of consciousness and unconsciousness, forcing you to see gruesome faces on the walls of your bedroom as you lay paralyzed in bed. When you finally acknowledged it, it took you in its claws and dragged you into its madness.

No one believed you when you talked about what you experienced, the adults around you simply dismissing it as a childish phobia you would grow out of when you were older. With how often the darkness would speak to you, it only grew louder and more demanding; seeming like it grew stronger and taller just like you were as you got older but still remained scared of the dark.

Whenever Gun recalls the way you behaved after your first therapy session, he can’t help but laugh at how brave you tried to act around him. Insistent that he wasn’t real and he didn’t scare you, echoing the words that everyone around you said to you. You could deny him and reject him all you wanted but he would always be right behind you or just out of your peripheral vision as a mass of black smoke staining the walls. And because no one could ever understand what you experienced, it was easier for them to all assume that you were just crazy.

Oh, if they only knew…

Gun’s touch is very real as his fingers dance along your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His patience had worn thin long ago and he had no desire to take his sweet time with you. Countless nights of taunting and teasing you in your dreams in retaliation for you treating him like a caged animal. Whether you were aware of it or not, your fear of the dark had been feeding Gun for as long as he had been in your life. With a phobia so intense, it was only natural it was able to manifest itself this way. And you seemed to be aware of that, going to extreme lengths to avoid being shroud in darkness and never sleeping with the lights off.

Despite all your efforts to conquer your fear of the dark completely— managing it to the best of your ability as you work toward that goal—you’ve been having persistent nightmares as of recent. Nightmares disguised as erotic dreams that have you waking up sweating and shaking; unsure if it was from being face to face with your biggest fear or if it was from the excitement of seeing your fantasies play out in your mind and feeling oh so real. Even if it’s basically the same dream night after night where you spend half of your dream trying to outrun the inky figure chasing you down an unilluminated corridor until it finally backs you into a dead end, yanking you flat on your back by the ankle and looming over you. Then, his features become more apparent and it’s no longer just a shadowy figure standing over you. His eyes are a pitch black devoid of all light but the rest of him leaves you at a loss of words; not knowing if you had the language to describe how attractive he is. The scar between his obsidian eyes seems to be the only imperfection he has but in all honesty, it makes him even more handsome.

Overcome with desire for this man in front of you, it slips your mind that you were still having a nightmare. The beginning embers of lust are quickly put out by the bone chilling gaze he stares down at you with.

Tch, you’re scared of the dark but here you are, looking at me like I’m something to eat. Crouching to your level, he takes your chin in his hand and examines the expression of uncertainty painted on your face up close. Thumb grazing over your plush lower lip, he’s suddenly prying upon your mouth and holding it open; his thumb now pressing down on your tongue. The action has saliva pooling in your mouth until it’s dribbling down the sides of your lips. Such a sinful mouth. No wonder why you seek out the light for salvation.

Your one sided conversations with the man differ every night; as do the way he interacts with you after he’s backed you into a corner. But how he chases you down to taunt and torment with tactics that arouse both fear and longing within you then waking you up right before you could get to the good part is consistent.

At least, it usually is.

The lines between dream and reality blur as you look at your bedroom through heavy eyes, your eyelids sticking together from you being too exhausted to remove your makeup. Your room looks exactly how you remember it before you fell asleep; the only thing that makes you doubt you’re awake is how muddled your mind feels. It’s like there’s some grainy filter over your vision and there’s a disconnect between your brain and body. You try to roll over to the other side of your bed, craving escape from the sheets you were tangled up in and the overbearing heat it was causing but your body doesn’t move on your own accord. Instead, you feel hands that mimic the temperature of a furnace on your hips, turning you to lay on your back. Using every bit of strength in your body to crane your neck, to see what was going on and there he is.

Between your bare legs.

Cheek nestled against your inner thigh, tepid breath fanning across your private parts.

How could a man you’ve only ever seen in your dreams be in your bedroom? Accepting that this all just had to be a dream, you lay back and simply wait for it to be over. And that’s exactly how Gun wanted you to respond. He wanted you to believe it was all just a hallucination and he wasn’t actually lapping up the arousal trickling out of your hole; going as far to lick up the dried remains on your inner thighs from when you had masturbated right before falling asleep. If you had thought all of this was some sort of erotic dream, you’d have no problem surrendering to him. But given how you reacted to him in your dreams, Gun didn’t doubt that you’d do that at any time.

Being able to touch you and taste you like this turns out to be worth his while, making Gun feel like your thighs were made for cheeks to graze as his lips drink up your nectar straight from the source. Tongue slipping between your folds, leaving a warm trail of his spit from your clit to your entrance, his eyes train themselves on your sleepy face; watching the way you react to him.

Such a needy little human you are. Canting your hips up with every little action he makes, leaving a sticky mess all over his lips and chin. Gun can already imagine how desperate your screams for more are gonna sound once he’s had his fill of you.

Living in the same obscurity as your shadow, Gun has seen you getting down and dirty with hookups and temporary boyfriends with his own eyes. They’re never anything impressive or worth writing home about seeing that you’re still single. And just a sliver of attention to the swollen pearl between your folds has you gushing.

It’s all quite pathetic, honestly.

But it’s what Gun revels in the most. All it takes to get you to open up is him bringing his fingers up to your entrance, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Then, just like that, your hole is stretching around his finger like it was meant for him. Slow and easy, the digit is sinking all the way into you; not for your pleasure or comfort but solely so Gun could enjoy all the worldly pleasures of you shuddering and clenching around him.

Mostly unconscious still, you manage to put up a fuss and whine as his lone fingers slowly moves in and out of you. Craving more of him whether you were aware of it or not, by the time Gun eases a second finger into you, thick strings of your arousal are seeping out of you. Each push of his fingers fills your otherwise silent bedroom with filthy, wet noises. Having an almost innate understanding for what it takes to bend and break you, he angles his hand to press his fingers into a spot that somehow manages to get you even wetter. A few firm presses into that soft spot within your gummy walls and you’re clamping down on him so tight he can barely move. Unamused by you trying to hinder his actions, the clenching of your pussy only fuels him to thrust his fingers into the spot harder until he’s drawing out little bursts of your wetness that make the muscles of your interior thighs quiver.

Eyes not even half open, you’re barely able to register the familiar feeling of that knot in your stomach snapping when you orgasm. You can feel the wet sheets sticking to your butt and thighs confirming the thought that you had a wet dream yet your body refuses to cooperate with you to let you escape the damp bedding beneath your body. Through the little field of vision you have, you can see the inky shadows moving around your bed and it sends a chill throughout your body. Heart hammering against your chest as you begin to panic, realizing you couldn’t move to turn on the lamp on your bedside table. The most movement you’re able to make is to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend that you didn’t notice the darkness playing with your mind.

Alas, every time you had noticed the darkness, it would notice you back.

“You never put up much of a fight when you get sleep paralysis, do you?” A voice speaks to you, cold, menthol scented breath infiltrating your nostrils and making you feel dizzy.

Dread really settles in as you don’t know what’s worse; the possibility that a real person was in your apartment, speaking to you while you were immobile or the off chance you hadn’t been hallucinating and you were actually face to face with something from your nightmares. Accepting that either option yielded unfavorable results for you, you slowly crack open one eye.

And when your vision adapts to the eigengrau landscape of your room, there he is again.

On top of you and looking down at you with an amused expression. Your body had been so numb you didn’t feel him pinning your wrists on either side of your head—even if both of you were well aware that you weren’t going anywhere.

“Lucky me. On the one night you don’t have your home lit up like a beacon for moths, you’re already half naked for me. Have you been waiting for this?” Gun chuckles menacingly.

You don’t notice the single tear escaping your eye and streaming down your cheek but you do feel him leaning in to lick it away; making you whimper in fear. Pulling back from you, you’re able to really take in his appearance as your eyes widen slightly. Totally black eyes void of all light with perfectly coiffed hair just as dark, the scar—he’s definitely the one from your dreams. What you thought wasn’t possible was very much a reality right now.

“Don’t you get tired of always gawking at me like that?” He asks in a patronizing tone and as much as you want to avert your gaze, you’re scared of what he might do if you take your eyes off him. “I think I like you better when you’re sleeping and not looking at me with that pitiful expression.”

You want to believe that you were finally able to turn over on your own but the fingertips digging into the meat of your hips are so hot you swear they would leave behind burn marks in their wake say otherwise. His touch is like being nipped by stray embers; fleeting but hot enough to shock your nerves and make you flinch at the contact. Slowly but surely regaining sensation, you’re able to move your leg when Gun’s knee knocks against it.

Settling between your spread thighs, you can feel all of the heat emanating off of Gun’s body and you don’t have to think too hard to realize what’s coming next. Even with how silently he moves in the night, the unmistakable sensation of precum dripping on your skin gives him away before he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. Back arching and hips rolling toward him, you let out a soft mewl; finally becoming aware of how your arousal was outweighing your fear of him.

“Have you no shame?” Gun teases, amused by you trying to push your weak, little body more toward him and take him inside you.

You never would have guessed but your eagerness pleases him and soon, he’s gripping your hips tighter and pulling you back on to his cock; entering you in one clean thrust. So wet and so inviting, your hole doesn’t even try to resist him. Instead, it’s squeezing him tighter and urging him deeper. You think you let out a moan when Gun gives you his entire length, but your mind is so hazy and you still haven’t fully come to terms with whether or not you were dreaming. None of those silly little thoughts matter anyway when the head of his cock is sinking into you with no remorse; the stretch of him causing your expression to morph into one of discomfort.

“Too big for you?” He laughs at your whimpering, feeling the way your limp body suddenly tensed up.

You don’t reply, only letting out a pitiful wince as he starts to thrust into you slowly; each movement so intensely deep it felt like he wanted to break you. Displeased by your silence, the direction of his thrusts changes ever so slightly until he’s grinding up against some sensitive spot within you that you weren’t even aware of until now.

“F-fuck…” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbing the sheets like they were a lifeline. As much as it would amuse Gun for him to taunt you further and coax an answer out of you, he doesn’t care enough to hear the assurance that he was the biggest you’ve ever taken. It’s pleasing enough to see how easily you turn into a mess of moans and sobs as his pace picks up, sharp hips slamming into your plump behind so hard it feels like you’ll bruise there too. Every single one of Gun’s actions and movements are so rough and brutal, he doesn’t consider how fragile and puny your human body is compared to him. Although, when the thought crosses his mind, he still doesn’t think to ease up on you in the least bit.

Gun is no stranger to otherworldly pleasures, but there’s something about the way you’re wrapped around him so snug and oh so wet that has him hooked. The combined heat of your bodies joined as one is addicting. All he can think about is feeling every inch of you inside and out.

“Why the fuck is this still on?” He growls, referencing the oversized sleeping shirt you had on then angrily ripping it off of your body; tossing the shredded scraps of fabric off to the side and leaving you fully nude before his hands are greedily taking in the feel of you beneath his hands.

You weakly look over at the torn fabric, frowning slightly at the idea of having to buy a new sleeping shirt but quite honestly, that was a shirt left behind by an ex and had overstayed its welcome in your wardrobe.

Being so savagely taken advantage of like this shouldn’t arouse you so much but there’s no denying the lewd squelching of your wet cunt every time Gun pushes into you. Maybe you find solace in the idea that this is just a dream; even if you didn’t fully believe it. Maybe your newfound kink was something else you needed to bring up in therapy. Either way, being in this state of delirium induced by all the pleasure you were feeling combined with the fact your brain was foggy as you tried to gain full consciousness has you moaning into your pillows.

Sweaty and flustered with droopy eyes, your body no longer feels like deadweight when you squirm beneath Gun again, trying to escape his punishing thrusts. Alas, even with the newly regained mobility, you forget to consider the tight grasp he keeps on your hips until he pulls you back to meet his movements. Gun’s hips plow into you hard and fast with no regard for your current state. You may have been sleeping earlier, but he had already gifted you one orgasm and that was pretty generous of him. Now, he’s focused on his own pleasure, using your body as he pleases; you seemed to be enjoying it enough anyway.

You’re babbling nonsense as he continues to ruin you with his cock, your pillow damp with your tears and drool. Realizing that you were trying to speak to him, Gun lifts one hand and brings it down on your ass cheek one, two and three times.

“Speak up, slut. What do you want?” He questions you, the same hand he spanked you with gliding up the expanse of your back before intertwining into your hair and harshly tugging. “Don’t tell me it’s too much for you.”

Your jaw hangs open in a wanton moan as Gun pulls your hair again, causing your neck to twist at an uncomfortable angle so he can take in your unbecoming appearance.

“Is this a dream?” You finally ask in a meek voice to which Gun responds to by leaning down to pull your whole body up so your back is pressed to his front and wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you in place; his hands roughly groping your tits.

“Is it really that good you’re questioning if this is a dream or reality?” He chuckles darkly in your ear, hips unrelenting and the new position making you feel him even deeper if it was possible.

Your walls pulse around him and his cock responds by twitching inside you. An animalistic growl rumbles in Gun’s chest before he leans down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. Thrusts getting sloppy and falling out of their rough rhythm, the constant pressure against your sweet spot causes you to cum all over his aching length. Not even seconds after that, you feel a rush of warmth flooding your hole; hot ribbons of his seed painting your insides. The way your greedy little pussy squeezes around him in an attempt to milk him for every last bit of cum causes him to let out a maniacal laugh before he roughly shoves you off of his cock and face down against your bed in your original position.

“You’re not too bad. Sleep with all the lights off tomorrow night and I’ll help you figure out if this was all just a dream or not.” Gun tells you, giving you a goodbye in the form of one last slap against your ass.

And with that, the stinging of your flesh is enough to cause all the nerves in your body to go into a frenzy; that familiar tingly sensation in each of your limbs coming out of nowhere. Finally able to move again, you sit up in bed. Looking around your dimly lit room as the first rays of the sunrise peek through your blinds, the man is nowhere to be seen but the combination of body fluids leaking out of your hole and onto the sheets is still very there…

Guess you would have to do as he says and sleep without a nightlight if you wanted to see him again.

#tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #lookism smut #lookism x reader #gun park smut #gun park scenarios #park jonggun smut #park jonggun x reader #junggunz.txt

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nynxhaswritersblockk · 3 months

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Think I need someone older

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

Comfort/romantic

TW: Mention of sleep paralysis & rape

Hope ya'll enjoy this a little regardless of the sensitive topic!!

It was a quiet night at the prison, except for the uncomfortable feeling you've been having the whole time. You couldn't fall asleep like that, it was impossible, as soon as you felt tired and tried allowing your body to rest, your eyes shot up again. It felt as if you were being watched, as if someone or something was creeping over you, footsteps sounded and then whispers..

Your body shot up, it was early in the morning and you quickly realised that you experienced one of your sleep paralysis's again. Quickly you got up, getting dressed and grabbing your c/w, walking out of the prison cell you called your room. At breakfast you were quiet, not saying a word and it caused the others attention. "Why are you so quiet today?" Rick asked you, a worried look on his face. "Didn't sleep well" Was your reply as you began picking at your food. You didn't feel hungry, the memories of lastnights 'nightmare' repeating in your head over and over again.

After breakfast you went into the prison's garden, caring for some of the plants there as you constantly kept an eye out for any threats. A hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up and you shrieked out. "Woah, M' sorry, didn't know ya get scared this easily" Daryl's voice chuckled out, you turned around to face him. "What the fuck's your deal?" You shot back, making eye contact with him. "Listen Kid, something's clearly up with ya" He began, taking a step closer. "So why don't ya tell me what it is?" He finished his sentence, holding eye contact. You huffed out at him calling you 'kid', just because he was somewhere in his 40s and you were barely 21 doesn't mean he gets to call you that. "Forget it, you're the last person I'ld trust with my issues" You muttered back and rolled your eyes, returning to your work of caring for the tomatoes. A sigh escaped his lips as he kneeled down next to you. "Heard ya screaming last night, something happened?" He whispered quietly, making sure nobody else heard them. "I sure as heöl didn't scream" You scoffed at him, trying to ignore his presence. "Well, not scream, but ya know. I walked past your cell, heard ya sobbing and whimpering" He replied and sighed a little. "Sleep paralysis" You simply said, knowing that you couldn't hide it from him. He hummed in reply and got up again, ruffling your hair a bit. "Next time ya come talk to me, 'kay?" He said and stepped back a little, you nod slowly. "Mkay" You replied and went back to your work.

When you wanted to go to sleep in the evening you didn't know what to do, the same uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as the night before, when you fell asleep and had a whole ass sleep paralysis. You slowly got up, wearing a pair of pversized shorts and a T-shirt as you stepped out of your cell. Your bare feet hit the cold, stone floor of the prison, quietly walking by all the cells, until you came to Daryl's. His curtain was opened and he was lying on his bed, playing arounf with a ball he had found on his last supply run. "Come in, Kid" He said quietly and you hesiatted, thinking about leaving again, but eventually you stepped inside, closing the curtain as you sat down on his bed across from him. "What's up with ya? Ya look more disturbed than this mornin'" He said and let the ball fall to the ground, leaning forward a little to show he was listening. "I feel like I'll have another paralysis" You mumbled out, avoiding eye contact eith him. It was embarassing, this whole situation. Never had you told anyone about them, especially not some random guy you've been knowing for a week. To your surprise Daryl nod in understanding. "Why do ya get them?" He asked, his tone careful and for the first time he sounded actually worried. "Childhood trauma I guess" You mumbled and he looked at you with such interest in his eyes you almost couldn't believe it. "Uhm.. I don't know if you even wanna hear about this, I-" He interrupted you by saying:"No no, tell me." You took a deep breath. "My Mom's husband, he raped me when I was younger.." You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. Daryl stayed quiet, instead he pulled you a little closer, his arm wrapped around your body as his other one softly caressed your hair. "'M sorry this happened to you, It'll be okay, Baby. 'M here for you" He whispered quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he let you cry in his arms. Eventually you fell asleep and he let you stay, pulling the covers over both of you, as he held you close.

In the morning you found yourself still in Daryl's bed, but he was nowhere to be found, his crossbow gone too. He was probably on a run or just right outside the prison. A small sigh escaped your lips as you decided to just keep sleeping for a bit longer, enjoy the warmth and smell of Daryl's bed.

#norman reedus x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x gn!reader

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shiggysimp69 · 8 months

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Craving You

Omg I'm writing, again! And it's 3k words this time, which is crazy. Turns out writing without planning is a blessing and a curse because I forgot the plot I thought of at 5am and had to remake it up but it also saves me from over thinking so I write faster. Yay, yay, yay!

Tw: Dubcon, Smut (Tomura has tentacles), Sleep paralysis, Reader has mild body image issues, Mentions binge eating, Mentions reader's bad dad

Plus size/chubby reader is being harassed by monster Tomura.

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A long sigh escaped your lips as you clicked "submit" on your newest assignment. You had been up for hours trying to get it done; your eye bags becoming more and more noticeable everyday. It wasn't like you cared. Your body had always been labeled as undesirable. People would rather look at women with soft, glowing skin with absolutely no imperfections. It did hurt sometimes though, because even girls who had noticeable imperfections still ended up with great partners. You secretly wished that was you.

You looked over at the clock by your bed, 2:22am. It was way past your bedtime. You sighed again before getting up from your desk. Your body creaked reminding you that you could use some exercise. But of course that thought was quickly dismissed, maybe if you had more time. Or rather, more energy.

You sunk into your cheap mattress as your thoughts wandered. What were you gonna eat tomorrow? Would you be able to get enough sleep to work and go to school? You weren't so sure. Without noticing, you dozed off. Drifting into a long slumber.

Moonlight beamed in through your window, hitting your face. It was so bright you thought it was the sun. You opened your eyes and realized, you were no longer in your room. Everything was different, even the placement of your window. It was never by your bed for this very reason. You didn't want the sun in your face. Panic stirred deep inside of you. You tried to sit up but you couldn't move. You tried to speak but nothing came out. You were stuck. Sweat gathered on your face and your mouth ran dry. You were scared and in a panic yet, everything around you was calm. As if it was just a normal night, except for the fact that you were possibly kidnapped in your sleep. That was unsettling. It was like the universe deemed this as "okay," as "just another day" and yet here you were. Clearly not having "just another day."

The moonlight had lit up the room but then suddenly, it went dark. You looked over and there was something blocking the window. No, someone was blocking the window. Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Someone was there and you couldn't move. Your breath hitched in your throat as they leaned into your face. Pearly white hair glowed in the moonlight capturing your gaze. It was long and snaked over their shoulders and face. They just stood there, watching you. What did they want? Did they bring you here? Were they going to hurt you? You had so many questions swarming around in your head like a jar of bees, just waiting to be let out. To be set free. But they never were.

The stranger standing over you started heaving. Their voice sounded strained and raspy. You didn't know what they were getting so worked up about until you felt something slimy touch your foot. It slowly wiggled along the bottom before sliding up your leg. Your heart started pounding as it made its way into your shorts and then, your panties. You could feel it rub along your folds, grazing your clit each time. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to ignore the feeling between your legs.

"So pretty…"

You didn't wanna acknowledge them.

"I wonder how you'll react if I go in."

You wanted this to all go away.

"Hey, why won't you look at me?"

You wanted to die.

"Look at me."

You woke up in a cold sweat, chest heaving, eyes watering. You couldn't get yourself to calm down. You ripped the covers off and rushed out of bed. No slimy tentacles. You turned around. No window. You laughed, you couldn't help it. The relief was too strong for your body. It was a dream. A fucking dream. You put your head in your hands as your body slowly relaxed. You were so tired you felt like you would collapse. A sudden ringing in your ears brought you back to reality. It was your alarm. You sighed, then went to turn it off. You wondered if a nightmare would count as an excused absence as you headed to the bathroom. Probably not.

The vending machine clunked as your drink was pushed to the bottom. You pulled it out and opened it with a pop. You were taking a break between classes to clear your head. The only thing you could think about all day was the dream you had last night. At the time, you wanted to die. You were absolutely certain that death would be better than what you were experiencing. Had you ever felt like that before? Even in your darkest moment; did you feel as though death was the only way out? You couldn't tell. Soft buzzing interrupted your thoughts. You took a sip of your drink before pulling your phone out of your pocket.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon dear. How are you feeling?"

It was your grandma. You liked to hear from her every now and again. However, she wasn't content with that, opting to call you everyday. You didn't mind most of the time but she had a habit of calling when you were busy. Which was annoying.

"Hey ma. I'm okay, just getting something to drink."

"I hope it's not one of those sugary drinks. Your father has been complaining about your weight more and more recently."

You rolled your eyes.

"Personally, I think he's overreacting. He should know it's hard not to eat a lot when it tastes so good." She whispered with a chuckle. A smile crossed your face. Your father had always complained about your weight. It was like he cared about nothing else in life. You could be bleeding out and he'd say it's because you're overweight. That if you were healthier, this wouldn't be a problem. Your grandma was the exact opposite though. She cared but not nearly as much. And she was the one you confided in when you started to binge eat.

"I'm glad at least someone gets it."

"Oh, will you come and visit me during your spring break? I'll save a little extra money and bake your favorite cake. Don't worry, I won't tell your father."

You could imagine her placing a boney finger over her mouth. Your grandma was the definition of sweet. She was one of those grandparents that'd spoil their grandchildren. Feed them, bathe them, hell she'd give up her own home for you. She never argued or made a fuss. It worried you sometimes. You hoped that in her old age she wasn't secretly being mistreated and not saying anything. That's why you promised you'd never put her in a retirement home. The possibility of it weighing on your mind like a bus.

"Okay ma. I'll try."

"Thank goodness. I'm glad I have such a kind grandchild. My own son can barely take me to my appointments."

She clicked her teeth.

"Okay dear. I won't keep you. Study hard and don't come back until you graduate!"

"So, miss the cake?"

She laughed.

"Of course, stop by for the cake!"

You both started laughing then. You didn't know what you'd do without her. Her optimism was exactly what you needed on days like this.

"I'll talk to you later, ma."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you."

The call ended with a click and you were alone again. You placed your phone back in your pocket then looked up at the sky, thinking.

"He's worried about my weight, huh… Well, maybe I wouldn't be so big if that wasn't the only thing he worried about."

You took a sip of your drink then turned on your heels. Maybe you'd get something to eat too. Soft ringing could be heard from your phone again. You sighed, your grandma did this sometimes. Call for one thing, then call back for another. You pulled your phone out and answered.

"Hello?"

There was nothing.

"Hellooo? Ma, I know it's you."

Still nothing. You pulled the phone away from your ear and checked the screen. "Ma." She was definitely the one who called.

"Ma, this isn't funny-"

"Beautiful…"

Your hand clenched around your phone. It was the same raspy voice from your dream.

"Can almost feel you from here."

They chuckled.

"Can you feel me?"

Something wet touched your ear and you threw your phone. You could hear them laughing on the other side. You felt sick to your stomach. The sound of static covered their laughter as you started to hear your grandma's voice.

"Dearie, are you there!?"

"M-Ma?"

The laughing stopped and so did the static. Your breath was caught in your throat as you reached down to pick up your now cracked phone.

"H… Hello?"

"Thank goodness! I thought something had happened to you."

Technically something did happen to you. But how could you tell her that the same person from your dream somehow contacted you using her phone number? You'd sound crazy.

"No. No, I'm fine. What's the matter?"

"Are you sure? You do know you can talk to me?"

You gulped.

"Yeah. I know." You replied, your voice shaking.

"I'm fine. Really."

Your grandma paused for a minute.

"Okay. Whenever you feel like talking about it, I'm here."

"Mhm."

A weak smile grazed your lips. You were acting as if she was there. Smiling so that she'd think everything was fine. Or was it so you'd think that?

Turns out, you were right. Your grandma needed help with something small and that was all she called for. When you hung up for the second time, you stared at your phone. You should've been thinking about all the new cracks on your screen. How you were gonna get them fixed. Or if you needed a new one entirely. But the only thing you could think about was, how did they touch you? How in the world did they reach through your phone and touch you? Is that even humanly possible? Or did you just imagine it all? No. You clearly felt it. You not only felt it but heard it. You had heard that same exact gravelly voice from before. You weren't crazy. But you sure as hell felt like it.

You emailed your professor explaining that you wouldn't be showing up today because of an illness. You told your boss the same thing. They both let it slide. "You were thankful" would've been an understatement. It's true that you weren't physically sick but you were definitely mentally sick. You just wanted to go home and forget all about today. But you knew it wouldn't be that easy.

As you made your way to your apartment, you spotted a familiar face. It was Ash. The last person you wanted to see right now. He was your coworker and you shamelessly and very obviously had a crush on him. But after that defiling dream you had, it was hard to look at him. Mainly because you wanted him to touch you like that, not some weird tentacle.

"A-Ash?"

He turned to face you then smiled. It made your heart flutter.

"For someone who's sick you seem to be gettin' around just fine."

Your breath hitched as you remembered the reason why you called off in the first place. He quickly noticed your discomfort.

"Hey, I was only joking. What happened? Lady cramps or somethin'?"

He walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. He did that often. Ash was always so predictable; you loved that about him.

"I… I can't tell you." You replied, looking down at your feet. His face hardened.

"You can't tell me or you don't wanna tell me?"

"I can't."

Ash's grip tightened on your shoulder.

"It was your dad wasn't it? I'll kill him if he did anything-"

"No! It wasn't him."

You knew telling him might not have been the best idea. Ash had major anger issues. And he probably wouldn't take this lightly. You looked back up at him and forced a smile.

"Just forget I said anything. I don't want to bother you."

He didn't like that at all. His brows furrowing in frustration. You wanted to tell him but you were worried. If you told him, would he believe you? Would he think you're crazy? Would this ruin your chances of dating him? But maybe you could get some actual peace of mind from telling him. Maybe, he could even help. You didn't know what to choose.

"Let's go inside."

You looked at him, confused.

"Maybe if you're relaxed you'll tell me." Ash said, grabbing your hand and leading you to your door. You didn't protest, unlocking it and walking inside. It would be better to have this conversation indoors anyway. If you were even gonna have it, that is.

Ash took a seat on your couch and you went to change into something more comfortable. When you sat down next to him, things got awkward. You didn't wanna talk about what happened anymore and just wanted to relax but Ash clearly wasn't having it.

"So. Do you want something to drink?"

"Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"

You bit your lip.

"I want you to be there for me. I just had a rough day and I don't wanna talk about it. I just- I want you to be my friend right now. Not my bodyguard."

He was quiet for some time. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but after a while he seemed to calm down.

"Alight'."

"Thank you, Ash."

You two sat in silence for a minute before he spoke.

"You looked nice today."

Your face flushed. You forgot that Ash never really sees you outside of your work clothes.

"Th-Thank you."

The awkward tension returned immediately afterward. The only difference being the wetness forming between your legs.

"You look nice too…" You said, fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

"What's gotcha so nervous?"

The hair on your neck stood up at that question. How could you answer that?

"Nothing! It's just been a while since I've had friends over."

"Mhm."

He wasn't buying it. Suddenly, he leaned in closer to you.

"Or, is there something you're not tellin' me?"

You let out a shaky breath. You couldn't handle how close he was to you. The smell of cinders filled your senses. It was ironic that he smelled like ashes to match his name. You wondered if he did that on purpose. Ash looked down at your plush thighs. You were clearly rubbing your legs together. He chuckled. You didn't notice at first but it felt like you were being watched. Not by Ash but by something else. The feeling was so strong it stopped you in your tracks.

"What's wrong?"

"H-Huh? It's nothing."

Ash didn't question it, instead closing his eyes expectantly. You leaned in but the feeling didn't go away. It only got worse. It was like daggers were being pushed into your skin. You couldn't take it anymore and pulled away.

"I'm sorry."

Ash didn't seem disappointed, he didn't seem to react at all actually. You looked down and fumbled with your shirt again.

"It's alight'."

It was silent again. But this time it was like the tension had reached out and grabbed you by the throat.

"Umm. Maybe we could do something different?"

He didn't respond. You looked up and he was gone.

"A-Ash?"

You didn't hear him get up. Where did he go?

"Naughty girl…"

Your blood ran cold. It was them, that same voice. Something wet touched your toes and you yelped then pulled away. They didn't stop though, the tentacles wrapping around your ankles and snaking up your legs.

"What the hell!?"

You could hear them click their tongue in disapproval. Your back was pressed against the couch and they draped their arms over your shoulders. You tensed up under their touch.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt him." They whispered in your ear.

"Yet."

You felt tears form in the corners of your eyes. Two more tentacles wrapped around your wrists pinning them together. The ones around your legs did the same.

"I'm just curious as to what you think you're doing just giving your body to other people?"

Another tentacle wiggled into your shorts and rubbed your clothed pussy.

"Look at you. All worked up over him."

They paused.

"How disgusting."

The tentacle ripped your panties to shreds and started rubbing up and down along your folds. You tried to pull away but you just kept hitting the back of your couch.

"P-Please! Please don't!"

They moved from behind you to stand in front of your face. Your brain couldn't comprehend what they were. It was a man. But something was off about him that you couldn't explain. Maybe it was his long locks of matted white hair or his thin yet muscular appearance? No, it was definitely the uncanny feeling his face gave you. With the whites of his eyes completely black and scars and wrinkles all over. Crimson eyes pierced your soul as he stared down at you.

"Please don't what? Don't touch what's mine? I don't think you quite understand what's going on here."

He grabbed you by your chin and leaned into your face. You could feel his breath fan across your features.

"How should I put this? I own you. So I don't like when people touch what I own. And you wanna know what I also don't like?"

You whimpered in response, pulling away.

"I don't like when you reject me. When you would rather let that little boy who doesn't even care about you have his way with you."

Your mind was reeling. What was he talking about? How could this man you didn't even know like you? Not only like you but assume that Ash, your best friend, didn't care about you. What did he know? What even was he?

"I-I don't understand."

Tears streamed down your face as thousands of thoughts and questions overwhelmed you. Suddenly, something rough pressed against your lips and you realized he kissed you. It was tender at first but he quickly dominated you and stuck his tongue down your throat. You almost choked on it. It was thick and too long for an average tongue. He started fucking you with it. The feeling was unimaginable and you, enjoyed it? It was embarrassing to admit and awful to think about but halfway through, you started rubbing your legs together. And he seemed to notice because he sped up. Thoroughly fucking you out. When he pulled away you felt empty and cold. Without much thought, you whined at his absence and he smiled in response.

"Do you understand now?"

He licked a long stroke up the side of your face.

"I'm the only one who can please you."

The tentacle working your pussy seemed to have gotten bored and started rubbing circles around your clit instead. Soft moans escaped your lips with each movement.

"B-But how do you even like someone like me!?"

The man paused for a bit. He seemed surprised by your question, which made sense because you also didn't know where that came from. But all of a sudden emotions were just spilling out of you.

"My own father th-thinks I'm hideous. Ash was one of my only friends. I-I loved him because he didn't care about what I looked like. And now he's gone."

More tears fell from your eyes as you admitted this out loud.

"You were in my dreams, my phone, a-and for what? All that for a fat girl that nobody even thinks of dating!"

Your stomach churned as the feeling of pleasure and misery mixed together like you had consumed something rotten.

You could feel his eyes on you, judging you. Of course he was, just like your father.

"What's wrong with you being fat?"

Your eyes widened at his question.

"Wha-"

You were cut off by his sudden touch. He grabbed your waist and squished your love handles, playing with them.

"You're so soft and squishy."

His hands slid up to your chest as he groped there too.

"I mean, look at me. I'm the exact opposite of you. Isn't that exciting?"

He pinched you and you whimpered.

"I'm rough and slim and you're buttery and thick. My hands just sink into you."

He let out a sigh.

"It's exhilarating."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Nobody had ever told you that before. Your grandma was always okay with your weight but you didn't realize until now that being okay with you is different than liking you. Was Ash also just "okay" with you? Something welded up inside of you at that realization. You wanted to be praised more. You wanted to be loved more than anything. Loved by him.

"Besides, you're more than just your looks, right?"

You smiled. Your grandma used to tell you that but most of the time people just wanna hear they're pretty every once in a while. But from him, it felt nice. Your arousal had been lost in a sea of different feelings and emotions, now seemingly canceling each other out. Everything felt calmer now.

"Umm, what's your name?"

He pressed his face against your chest.

"Tomura."

"Tomura. That's a pretty name."

He froze for a bit. Even his tentacles loosened around you. He spoke but his words were muffled and low.

"What?" You asked and he lifted his head.

"Doesn't matter."

The tentacle that now rested against your pussy started moving again.

"Was that your way of coming around? Because I'm not done with you yet."

His long tongue snaked out from between his lips. It was a deep indigo color that mirrored the tentacles. He was so enticing.

"Will you… Be nice to me?"

Tomura smiled. There was something sinister underneath but it still captivated you.

"The nicest."

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flightfoot · 10 months

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Miraculous Fanfic Recs for ongoing Miraculous fics

So I got an ask requesting me to give some ML fic recs, so I decided to focus on some ongoing Miraculous fics! All of these have updated within the past two months. Feel free to tag anyone who I didn't know the tumblr username of!

Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

Kind of a Medieval Fantasy AU here, though with more resemblance to regular Miraculous than I normally expect with such AUs. Kwamis are actually fae, but aside from needing some sort of "deal" in order for humans to draw out their power, they function mostly the same, with Ladybug and Chat Noir being activated in order to help fight against Hawk Moth, even.

Oh yeah, this fic was written pre-S4, so there's some oddities because of that, like Felix actually having a good father, for instance. Adrien and Felix are both still sentimonsters though.

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Lows And Highs (Of Adrien Agreste) by @blackcatsbutterflies

Adrien Agreste- Teenage supermodel, son of Gabriel Agreste, hero of Paris... Type One Diabetic. When Adrien is diagnosed with a chronic illness, he goes through the mental struggles of dealing with this new life. Nothing will ever be the same again, and if anyone were to find out, he'd be humiliated. The world would find him repulsing. Who would want to love someone who was constantly giving themselves shots? Marinette would. (Based off my real life, when I was diagnosed at 13 years old.) TW: Mentions of drugs (no one does them) and the following stuff that will appear in chapters: - Needles - Blood - Paralysis - Seizures - Fainting

Oh man this one is a real treat! I know some basic stuff about diabetes, but not so much what people's day-to-day lives are like, so it was interesting watching Adrien go through this, what he has to do nowadays in order to, well, live. And since he only just got diagnosed, he's going through major lifestyle changes which is pretty overwhelming, and he's feeling pretty awful about it because well, this is gonna hit hard. Though thankfully, Marinette is able to help quite a bit.

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Bell the Cat by @heartfulselkie

Ladybug is the Miraculous Hero of Gallia. She has spent the past number of years fighting the minions of the tyrant Hawk Moth, only for the war to come to an abrupt end. News reveals that Hawk Moth was brutally slain by his own champion and captain of his own elite guard - the infamous knight Chat Blanc, known to wield pure destructon itself. With the disintegration of Hawk Moth's army, Chat Blanc is captured and imprisoned until his certain execution. Being a beloved hero and instrumental in the realm's defences during the war, Ladybug is offered a reward of her choosing. Instead of choosing a title or luxuries as expected she chooses...custody of Chat Blanc??? A new threat is rising in the chasm Hawk Moth left behind, and Ladybug believes Chat Blanc's knowledge and skill will be vital in what's to come. And perhaps he could also answer some questions that have plagued her since even before the war with Hawk Moth began..

This fic is awesome so far, I adore a good enemies AU and Fantasy AU, so both of them together is great! There's a lot we don't know yet, like the specifics of how akumas work in this AU, but I'm eager to know more. Just as Ladybug's eager to try to find out what happened to an old childhood friend of hers who vanished around the time Hawk Moth rose to power...

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Madness series by @consistent-chaos-corporation

Summary for "Found", the first multichapter installment in the series:

Chat Noir and Ladybug need to tie up some loose ends. Unfortunately, one of those ends is Felix.

I've really been enjoying my time with this series, and if you like Felix-focused fics, you might too! In this universe, Nooroo and Duusu actually used to play with Felix and Adrien when they were little, but Gabriel made Adrien forget that happened - Gabriel and Emilie edited out a lot of little inconvenient things from Adrien's memory, as it turns out.

Anyway, we mostly follow Felix post-Strike Back as he figures out what to do now that he has the Peacock Miraculous. The heroes bursting in and confronting him about it kinda forces his hand.

He goes through a lot of character development here, which I adore, especially when it comes to realizing "oh crap, I sold out living beings to someone who I knew would mistreat them." This series tackled that subject better than any other fanfic I've seen, with Felix directly helping to recover the Miraculous and free the kwami, feelings guilty upon realizing how badly Gabriel had hurt them, and having to deal with a lot of the kwami not liking or trusting him for very justifiable reasons - though they ARE willing to understand why he did what he did.

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Kintsugi - The Beauty in Broken Things by @xaran-alamas

When freed from Mayura's control, and given a chance at a normal life, the Sentimonster clone of Ladybug must learn what it is to be not only a hero, but also a human being, and part of a family. Meanwhile Marinette needs to figure out what to do with a hyper-energetic Kwami with a broken Miraculous. Updates Sundays and Wednesdays

I've always loved Sentibug Lives AUs (as you might guess from my having written two fics where she gets to stick around), and this is one of the best ones I've seen, and certainly the longest.

I love how we get to follow Centi (as she names herself) as she tries to figure out what to do now that she exists and is likely to stay that way, and as she tries to cope with the knowledge that her creator controlled her and when she disobeyed, tried to kill her. She's a nicely developed OC, her feelings are really delved into!

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Not Part of the Plan by @kasienda

“What’s wrong, Marinette?” Marinette wiped her tears with her sleeve, and pulled away just enough to reach into her pocket. She gripped the pregnancy test and held it out to her mother. Sabine’s eyes widened as she took in the results of the test in her hand. Her gaze flashed back up to Marinette’s. “You’re pregnant.” And it wasn’t a question, but it was enough to send Marinette into devastated tears once again. Her mother pulled her back into the hug and just held her. “It’s going to be okay.”

Teen pregnancy fic here, which I know isn't everyone's cup of tea. I love how everyone comes together to help figure out what to do and to offer support - and not just to Marinette either, since Adrien's about to be a father as well.

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True Blue by @rosie-b

Golden Bug and Chat Grise are the heroes of Paris, fighting to protect civilians from Hawk Moth and his akumas. Marinette is Gabriel Agreste’s young apprentice, training under the famous designer to become the next big name in fashion. But one day, Marinette finds an open safe with a beautiful peacock brooch in it... and suddenly, she’s not sure who the villain is anymore.

I love Enemies AU, as I've already mentioned. This is a more unusual one, with MARINETTE being the one on Hawk Moth's side instead of Adrien. I love how Rosie painstakingly weaves together Gabriel's manipulation and lies so you could actually believe that Marinette might be willing to help him - maybe not very enthusiastically, but believing that it's the best option she has. It's pretty impressive!

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The Beauty of a Rose by properjitterbug

In the small town of Bellerose, Marinette and Adrien are childhood friends while secretly pining for each other. They lead happy lives until one day a long, forgotten promise is stirred awake; changing their lives in ways they couldn't imagine. With time marching on, Marinette is left to chase after ghosts of her past as a strange creature appears in the depths of the mysterious forest. Arc 1: Chapters 1-11: Complete Arc 2: Chapters 12-?: In Progress -- Werecat!Adrien x Marinette

Fair warning, this is an M-rated fic, and it earns that M rating, given it has several extensive sex scenes.

Anyway, I love a good fairy tale AU, and this is one of the better ones I've seen. I love how it's clearly inspired by Beauty and the Beast, but doesn't constrain itself by it. Adrien is not a jerk nor does he capture Marinette. Instead he randomly changes into a Werecat and is abandoned by his family, mistaken for a lumbering beast by the townsfolk, left alone for a year - until Marinette comes to visit the Agreste mansion, the home of her friend who just suddenly left one day, and she sees him in his werecat form...

I love this, Marinette is drawn to Chat, even with him looking pretty terrifying. Adrien's pretty insecure about his whole situation, but slowly opens up as he gets to reconnect with Marinette.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Torpor: *throws themself off of their charging station after they finish charging*

Monty, who’s been trying to talk to this random mystery animatronic whose gotten him blamed for thefts he hasn’t committed for the past five minutes: What the absolute fuck.

Torpor, looking up at him while shaking on the floor: Oh, I thought you were one of the *yawn* sleep paralysis demons

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Poor Torpy.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf moon #fnaf torpor #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: 🦇 anon #snoweyanswers #🦇 anon #not my quote #tw sleep paralysis mention #tw cursing

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🐄 DEMON FORMS: BELPHEGOR 💤

AN: thanks void for helping w the tags ♡♡♡ also jsyk my requests are open and I am gonna be working on them slowly but surely. I have a con in like... a little over a week? So I'm a lil busy rn but thank u for the love on my creepy demon posts. As always you can check the obey me world building tag on my blog to see the other parts of this series :3

inspiration for this part: honestly, nothing specific unless you count like,,, The Hat Man

TWs: body horror, possession, sleep paralysis, mentions of insanity, mentions of psychosis, lesson 16 mention, demons being demons

● Okay, Level 1.5 belphie is more common than a regular human looking belphie because he can't be bothered most of the time. Also, he doesn't like humans that aren't you, so why would he want to be palatable for them? He has permanent eyebags. He goes back and forth between blinking way too fast or not at all. Which …Is unsettling. He can stare for hours and fall asleep like that. He has cow ears, and his tail is out because he plays with the fluffy part as a stress response. It makes him feel safe (probably bc beel will brush his tail for him when it gets all tangled, and he secretly LOVES it. Puts him to sleep in seconds.) Speaking of sleep, if you look directly at Belphie, he is very…. Fuzzy looking. Like you just woke up and everything's blurry, but it's only him that looks like this.

Today is the day you learn demons can purr. You knock on the door of the twins' room, entering when you hear a quiet "come in." Perhaps you expected to see Belphie napping on Beel's back while the larger twin does push-ups. You certainly didn't think you'd see the pair sitting on the floor, Belphegor's tail being meticulously detangled by his brother. Belphie looks a bit like a house cat, curled up on the floor, eyes closed and purring as his tail occasionally swishes about. You silently take a video and leave before Belphie wakes up and forces you to delete it.

● Level 2. His tail grows large thorns, perfect for thwacking anyone who annoys him. He constantly smells like lavender and something else that no one can for sure define, but if you stand too close, you will get drowsy. Everything about him seems a bit… uncanny valley. He doesn't look terrifying so much as he looks…. Just,,,, Incorrect. His breathing sounds like a white noise machine. This is the form he takes during lesson 16. He chooses it specifically so he doesn't make you run immediately.

Despite the trauma that you experienced, you have learned to find comfort in Belphegor's demon form. Sometimes, you doze off to the sound of his breathing while your hands play with the soft fur of his ears. On more than one occasion, you have compared Belphie to one of the children from Polar Express, which got you smacked in the face by his tail. But even when you get on his last nerve, he is careful not to cut you with the sharp barbs on his tail. A silent apology for killing you once upon a time.

● Level 3. Goodbye sleepy, cozy weirdness, and hello sleep paralysis demon. The thorns on his tail get larger and spread to cover his arms. His eyelids just. Fuck off. He doesn't have them anymore. Jeff the Killer looking bitch. The longer you look at him the more…absolutely fucking AWFUL he looks. Five minutes? He has double the normal amount of teeth. Ten? His horns are casting shadows that look like every nightmare you've ever had. Twenty and all of a sudden you are literally frozen in place. If he's feeling kind, he will use magic to knock you unconscious. If not, you are going to be stuck like this until well after he leaves. If he leaves. Also, he eats dreams.

You will occasionally wake up in the dead of night to the sound of raspy breathing. When you look up, you find a pair of eyes staring intently at you. In the first few seconds after waking, your dreams are so incredibly vivid that it shocks you when they dissappear from your memory, as if it never happened. You yawn, throwing a pillow at the demon's face. Which causes Belphie to laugh, not losing balance from his perch at the end of your bed for even a second.

● Level 4. He is more mist than corporeal. He can be more on the solid side. He just prefers not to. If he is in this form, hold your breath and run. Breathing in any of the mist has…. Very bad side effects. You might find yourself unable to sleep ever again, no matter how tired, until eventually you go insane. Or perhaps living your worst nightmares is more your speed? Either way, it's absolutely horrifying, and he doesn't even have to do any work to destroy you. He just makes you do that yourself. If he likes you, he can make the effects a lot less awful. Breathing in the mist is literally breathing Belphegor, so he can also read your mind (all the better to find your deepest fears). You can hear a whispery voice in the back of your head… that's him. He likes to hang out and chat with Beel like this. Or plot anti-Lucifer activities with Satan since only the person he is possessing can hear him. He can suggest you do all sorts of things, and if you aren't paying attention, you might think it's your body working on its own. If he talks normally while just being a cloud of mist, his voice is surprisingly loud, encompassing the whole room.

A tiny voice, one you know all too well, speaks in the back of your mind. The first time this happened, you thought it was your conscious or something. Perhaps a psychotic break. But no, it is just the youngest of the seven demons you live with. Belphie enjoys backseat driving while you go about your day. He laughs when you trip (honestly, it might be him that caused it...), makes jokes at the most inappropriate times, causing you to choke on your own spit, trying to suppress laughter. And when someone is being particularly rude, he gets rather descriptive in his insults. But hey, he means well. You think.

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me worldbuilding #obey me mc #shrimp writes #obey me belphie #obey me belphagor x reader

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hell-is-a-teenage-girll · 5 months

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Rant about my health and life coming it's alot so only do it if you're interested and also very important TW mention of end of life.

I am going to the hospital again tomorrow.

I had a break down last night. Saying I can't do it anymore.

If it wasn't for my cats, I would end it all.

Being in pain 24/7 drives you crazy.

I've been in survival mode so much that even certain organs don't function the way they should.

For people who maybe don't know. Our instincts come from back in the days where we had to maybe flee from a big animal for example. And when you have to survive, you can't get tired, because you need to run. You can't get hungry, cause you need to run. You can't feel happy or anything, because you can only think of survival.

I started to notice my morphine didn't do anything, neither did anything I took after. One day I took morphine, muscle relaxer, sleeping pills, and I felt NOTHING. No pain relief, not feeling high.

I also had my chronic migraines again, my period again. (I take meds for the chronic migraine and have to take the pill for my endometriosis)

Turns out I have gastric paralysis from the situation I'm in. So my meds didn't go in my blood etc, just straight through the body. Which is why nothing worked. I now need medication to to make my stomach work to.. Take my medication..

I have a depression again. I am $uicidal.

I won't hurt myself don't worry, I wouldn't leave my cats. My partner, best friends, my mom are also all suffering from my condition. As in it pains them to see this all and they care.

A condition doesn't only affect the person who feels it. But also the environment.

I went in this procedure with pain on 26th of September, and because it went wrong, I also came out of it with pain.

In total now when it comes to my face, I've been in pain and surviving for 6months now.

I am done. I need either a period that they say okay we'll give it 2 more months and then we really need to take steps, or give me pain relief NOW.

But just hearing '' it can take up to months until the nerves fix themselves, it could be okay '' doesn't cut it. Because sure they can heal in their own time, but I cannot be in pain for all those months? This isn't humane.

And then the doctor of the hospital called this morning after my mom reached out to them saying it can't continue like this. And we said specifically let the doctor call my mom. But then my phone rings, they called me. And I hear

'' - what do you want me to do..''

'' - I think it's important just to get you calm right now. ''

But I can come by tomorrow. With my mom because the issue is I am scared to stand up for myself and will say to quickly '' it's okay''. And it's not. Which is why we wanted them to talk to my mother.

After that call, I called my mom crying that they are pushing these meds on me that have a shit ton of side effects, I already take 7 pills a day (now even 10). And they wanna add more.

I don't wanna become a '' junkie'' depending on the morphine. Because i' m scared I often just sit through the agonizing pain. But if I don't get decent pain relief, I will have to dependant on it. Because if I have to do this for more months.. I am scared I will do something stupid eventually that will be unreturnable.

My best friend told me yesterday '' you have no quality of life. ''

And it's true. And he hates it, and I hate it aswell.

My mom then called to my doctors office (GP) the secretary picked up. She told me afterwards that she was crying to her that it's an emergency to please let her talk to my doctor. And they did. My mom also cried during that conversation. And my doctor agreed, it's going to far, someone needs to help. So he moved heaven and earth to say it like that and got me an appointment with another neurologist in another hospital, the 15th of January. It normally takes months. But he made it happen. And I swear.. This man.. Saved my life more times then he knows.

I am very nervous for tomorrow tho and if they will do something or just tell me again '' sorry it happened I wish I could do something but most likely after months it will heal. '' I feel rage, cause it's easy to say that when you aren't feeling it.

Today I also broke down at my chiropractor.

She said I looked pale. I said I had been crying for 2 days now. And when I told her that I felt suicidal, she said '' no no no, if you ever feel like you're gonna do something, you call me okay?? " and I cried and she hugged me. And then sat with me to talk. And she wants to take me out on walks in her private time.

I also have my psychologist tomorrow, she is also fighting to help me. Last time she literally took me in on the weekend in her private time.

I am glad for my support. But I just can't anymore.. The pain is driving me crazy. Which is also scientifically proven. Your brain changes.

So again, the fact that my content has changed so much is because of that.

Because I am not me.. Not anymore.

But hopefully I will find a way. Even just a little.

If you read all this, wow. You're a star. And thank you ❤️

And eventho I prefer not to let people see me this way. It's the truth, it's how bad it is, it's not pretty, I don't sleep, barely eat, don't feel feelings of fun, my skin is bad,.. But it's me. And because I love you guys, most of you are so lovely so it's only fair to share.

Love you.

#My illness #Chronic pain #Trigeminal neuralgia #Operation gone wrong #Facial pain #nerve pain #Chronic illness #My text

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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I remember you mentioning that when a sloth demon eats a lucid dream that person gets trapped in a "void" that's not sleep paralysis but 'equally disturbing'

So now I have to ask, do sloth demons contribute to actual sleep paralysis in any way?

Real sleep paralysis is not fun, but the idea of a demon touching me while I can't move/speak at all is just....chef's kiss.

TW: Noncon.

They absolutely are related to sleep paralysis, that's what I implied in previous posts (not that one).

While sloth demons aren't the only monsters who can use sleep against you or induce that state, they're almost always the primary source of such troubles.

Likewise, while some specialize in sleep paralysis, others will specialize in sleep deprivation- The most powerful of them all being able to conduct both.

They can probably smell the terror on your body as they molest it, but your misplaced fear is never enough to halt their wandering hands and lips.

#general tce #teethwomb

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jungkookslipring · 1 year

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“I Can’t Sleep”

TW: mentions of depression, anxiety, drinking, and insomnia, read at your own risk.

AN: this was what I went through my senior year of college.

It was understandable what you were going through, it just sucked. You were in your fourth and final year of college, graduation was 2 months away, you were taking way too many credits even though your advisor told you not to. You would just rather take the remaining credits spring quarter because you knew you did not have the energy to take 5 credits for 6 weeks in June and July. In a way, you did this to yourself, but you didn’t realize how hard it would be, and you didn’t realize the toll it would have on your body.

This crazy schedule started affecting your health. It started off with not getting enough sleep, maybe 6 hours, then it dropped to 5, then it dropped to 4, and you were LUCKY if you got 4 hours of sleep. Soon, you were pulling all nighters, some nights by choice, some not. There was nothing a coffee or two couldn’t fix. Then you went from having one to two cups of coffee a day to three, sometimes throwing in a redbull in the mix. It didn’t help that you also drank to cope with stress, so mixing all these drinks in the span of 12 hours definitely didn’t do you any favors. Not to mention you had anxiety and depression. It was just a cluster fuck.

It got so bad to where you started experiencing sleep paralysis and occasionally waking up having panic attacks, even when you were half asleep. It was hell. Your senior year was complete hell. You had no desire to keep pursuing school even though graduation was just around the corner.

It was hard to open up to the guys about it. They had their own problems, and you didn’t want to burden them. Chan was the one with insomnia so you especially didn’t want to whine to him about your lack of sleep.

One night, you woke up having yet another panic attack. You got on your knees as you gripped your pillow and your chest. You took in sharp inhales, desperately trying to get air into your lungs. This was the 3rd night in a row you woke up sometime in the middle of the night, completely disoriented and not being able to breathe. It hurt your chest as you did everything in your power to get the oxygen flowing. After a solid maybe 30 seconds which always felt like hours, you were able to get your breathing somewhat regulated. You took in deep breaths as you placed a hand over your heart. How much longer did you have to go through this? What if this is permanent? You’ve never gone a year in your life without education. What if when you graduate you’ll continue waking up panicking from all the stress? You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a quiet knock at the door. You looked at your clock and saw it was 3 am.

Great, I woke up one of the guys, you huffed to yourself.

You got out of bed and walked over to your door. When you opened it, there stood Bang Chan, who had concern written all over his face. Guilt swirled in your chest realizing you probably woke him up, the one and only time he was going to sleep. You started apologizing at mach 20.

“I’m so sorry if I woke you up I’m really s-” you rambled before he gently cut you off.

“Woah woah woah slow down you didn’t wake me up, I just got home,” he said pointing to his laptop that was still hanging on his shoulder. Relief warmed your chest but unfortunately sprung tears to your eyes. Bang Chan’s eyes widened as he set down his lap top, never breaking eye contact.

“Hey hey what wrong bug?” he asked as he put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You covered your eyes as you bit your lip, attempting to swallow the sob that was making its way up your throat.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, I just heard a slight bit of commotion in your room and wanted to check in on you,” he said gently. You couldn’t keep your emotions at bay as a sob ripped out of your throat. Bang Chan pulled you into his arms as he walked you further into your room and closed your door. You buried your face in his shoulders as your body wracked with sobs, releasing the built up tension from the past few months.

“I’m here y/n, I’m right here,” he whispers into you ear as you hiccuped in his hold.

His fingers slide up and down the back of your neck softly as he rubbed the small of your back with his thumb. You continued to cry as Chan held you in his arms, alternating between rubbing your back and neck, while at the same time dropping small kisses on the side of your temple.

“I don’t think I’m okay Channie…” you whimpered. Bang Chan continued with his actions as he let you spill your heart out.

“I haven’t been able to sleep well and I k-keep waking up having p-anic attacks and I- I’m so t-tired and I’m s-scared its always gonna b-be this way and I d-don’t know what to do,” you wailed as your grip on his sweatshirt tightened.

“Shhh shhh shhh breathe sweet girl, breathe for me,” he said gently. He took one of your hands and placed it on his heart. He kept his own hand over yours and used his other hand to cradle the back of your head. He guided you through breathing exercises until yor heartbeat was regular again. You were so exhausted. He continued to hold you securly in his arms, gently swaying you back and forth. You were beyond lucky to have him and the rest of the guys. Without stopping his actions, he began to speak again.

“Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep? I can stay with you if you’d like,” he suggested. You decided to let go of your pride and nod. He kissed your forehead before leading you to your bed. He took off his hat, placing it on your nightstand, and helped you get under the covers. He opened his arms as you snuggled right into his chest. His hand made its way into your hair as he threaded his fingers from the base to the ends. The soft touches were lulling you to sleep, and before you could slip into dreamland, Chan began to speak.

“We don’t have to talk about it now, but if you ever need to, I’ll always be here, we all will, I promise,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss your cheek. You smile and bury yourself even deeper in his chest.

“Thank you Channie,” you croak out. He held you close to him, continuing to play with your hair. After some time, you were able to fall asleep, and not too long after, Channie did the same.

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #christopher bang #skz fanfic #skz bang chan #stray kids x stay #stray kids #hurt/comfort #stray kids hurt/comfort #stray kids fluff

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 1 year

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Prompt:

Pairing: OM!Brothers x GN!MC, Simeon x GN!MC, Diavolo x GN!MC, Barbatos x GN!MC

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ig?

TW: Small paragraph of what sleep anxiety is and entails directly below (please skip if you don't feel comfortable reading it, not really relevant to the headcannons), fear of dying in sleep, mentions of random pains. If there's anything I've missed, please do let me know!

Sleep anxiety, also known as somniphobia is a sleep disorder that describes discomfort sleeping alone or a general fear of falling asleep. Those who experience somniphobia explain it as extreme anxiety that makes it difficult to get to sleep even when they are tired. It is often associated with other disorders that cause negative sleep experiences, including sleep paralysis, frequent nightmares, night terrors, and parasomnias.

Lucifer

At first, Lucifer doesn’t realize something is wrong. He has brothers who are prone to staying up late, so usually, he’ll tell you to sleep as he does his rounds. It’s only after finding you up a couple of times at unholy hours of the night despite showing signs of needing the rest that he thinks something is wrong.

He calls you into his office one night, long after his brothers have gone to bed and carefully pries out the reason for your unhealthy sleep schedule.

After you tell him about your fears, he’ll offer for you to sleep with him in his room. If you accept, he’ll quickly take you to his room and get in bed with you, but he won’t sleep. Instead, he’ll be playing with your hair, trying to lull you into sleep, assuring you that he is right there.

He will do his research and ask you if you want to visit a therapist to help with your situation. In the meantime, he’ll do subtle changes to your schedule and eating habits that’ll help.

Lucifer starts paying closer attention to your mood as it is a clear indicator of whether you’ve been sleeping enough or not. Will try not to look as if he’s too worried about the random pains, but they do keep him up at night sometimes and so he takes you to a doctor to make sure nothing is wrong with you physically.

Lucifer is reminded of just how fragile and delicate humans can be. Of course, you’re no damsel in distress, but you aren’t as resilient as demons either. So expect him to fuss over you like a concerned parent the moment you seem to be in pain.

Mammon

Mammon, being your first demon (and your biggest simp) catches onto the fact that you don’t sleep pretty fast. He is observant when it comes to you; neither the bags under your eyes from lack of sleep nor the way you seem reluctant to go to your room at night slip past him.

His confrontation is quite straight-to-the-point. Just a simple “Hey human, did ya not get enough sleep last night?”, but the concern in his eyes and tone is as plain as day.

Once he finds out about your fears, he relates it to how bad Beel’s nightmares were after they had just fallen. Sure, they weren’t the same thing, but the essence of it was pretty much the same; in both cases, a loved one was afraid to sleep and thus harming themself.

Invites himself over to your room for sleepovers. Don’t pay attention to the way he blushes seeing you in your nightclothes or how he tenses slightly when he gets into bed with you. Give him some time and he’ll wrap his arms around you, pulling you close and humming a calming tune to help you fall asleep.

Panics a little when you tell him about the random pains and immediately takes you for a medical check-up, multiple medical check-ups in fact. You can never be too cautious, y'know?

Hates the fact that you worry about dying in your sleep. Hates it even more that he’s become slightly paranoid about it as well. Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night only to check whether you’re still breathing.

He’s lost you once, and he never wants to experience that again.

Leviathan

Leviathan didn’t really find it odd that you remained awake at odd hours of the night. The otaku was the same way, so he couldn’t really judge you when you answered his messages almost instantaneously even if it were 3 in the morning.

It took Asmo pointing out the exhausted look on your face for him to notice at first. After that, he becomes extra observant around and during his interactions with you.

One night, after a long gaming session in his room, Levi asks you why he always sees you online or awake at weird hours. He knows he does the same, but he actually gets some sleep since he doesn’t really have any obligations aside from RAD classes, which he attends online.

Once he finds out about your fears, he is sympathetic. Anxiety is a tough thing to deal with, but don’t worry, he’s here to help you. On nights you don’t wanna sleep, just come over to Levi’s room. You’re tucked in his bathtub bed carefully, lo-fi music playing in the background while he plays a game on his PC. The dim light from Henry’s aquarium, the clacking sounds of his keyboard and the music seem to ease your mind and help you to fall asleep quickly.

Levi gets worried when you tell him about the pains and even goes with you to your doctor’s appointments that he arranges with Lucifer’s help. After all, the Lord of Shadows couldn’t possibly leave his Henry to suffer alone, could he?

Satan

Satan is a smart demon. He is quick in catching onto the practically non-existent nature of your sleep schedule but doesn’t know whether it is his place to ask. So he waits for a few days, reasoning to himself that maybe it’s a one-time thing, maybe the stress from RAD is getting to you, maybe-

Yeah, he doesn’t last long.

He pulls you aside from his rambunctious brothers one day and gently asks you if you’re feeling okay. He assures you that he won’t make you talk if you don’t feel like it and reminds you that he’s always here to listen and help.

When you tell him about your fears, he is at a loss for a moment. If it was something else making you sad, Satan would’ve immediately offered to destroy it. But this was something your mind was doing to you. Satan immediately starts researching on it, advising changes to your schedule and diet to help you get over it.

Will talk you into meeting a therapist and getting medication if necessary or if the changes in your routine and diet don’t help much. He becomes very worried when you tell him about the random pains and sees if there’s a spell to help you with it, just in case it’s not something physical that can be controlled or healed.

Asmodeus

Asmo quite often gets on your case about not taking care of yourself but chalks it up to either one of his brothers or schoolwork keeping you up at first. It’s only after he does a little digging that he finds out that it’s not his brothers or RAD homework.

Asmo worries, and he shows that by inviting you to his room to relax and enjoy a stress-free spa day. As he pampers you, he coaxes you to talk to him and tell him why you haven’t been sleeping.

Once he comes to know of your fear, he’ll do everything in his power to help you get over it. He’ll suggest that you two have sleepovers in his room at least once a week. He chooses a calming scent like lavender on those days and treats you like royalty. The atmosphere in his room is calming and his soft voice makes you feel safe enough to fall asleep comfortably.

When you inform Asmo about the random pains, he immediately suggests a massage to try and help with it. Of course, there are other remedies as well, so if a nice massage by him doesn’t really help, he will do everything in his power to help you.

Probably ropes Solomon in to help you as well.

Beelzebub

While it is true that Beel often has a one-track mind when it comes to food, he is very devoted to his family. And since he considers you a part of his family, he is very attentive to you as well. That’s how he finds out about your almost non-existent sleep schedule.

When he comes to your room for the third time after a nightmare and finds you awake, he asks you if everything’s alright. The worry in his voice and the face he makes convinces you to tell him about your fears.

Beel knows how bad not sleeping can be for your body, but doesn’t really know what to do, so he settles for doing what you always do when he has a nightmare; he gets into bed with you and cuddles you, hoping it can help. He’s extremely relieved when it seems to work and you go to sleep.

Beel suggests exercising to help with making you sleep. If you’re exhausted by the time you need to go to bed, you won’t have the energy to think and get scared by the prospect of sleeping, right?

Being an athlete, I think Beel has had his fair share of pain and injuries. So when you tell him about the random pains that freak you out, he immediately goes to Lucifer.

Beel asks Belphie to look over you when you’re sleeping and also talks to Lucifer about seeking professional help for you. He just wants you to be happy and safe.

Belphegor

Wonders if it’s because of him that you fear dying in your sleep, considering, y'know, sleep being part of his domain and his past with you.

Belphie doesn’t show he’s concerned; even if you don’t sleep at night, he can always get you to nap with him. Imagine how betrayed he feels when he finds you don’t actually sleep when he naps with you. On one hand, he’s kind of happy that you don’t push him off or anything when he clings to you for hours on end, on the other hand, you need sleep dammit-

He tries to ease you into talking about it, but somewhere along the line he loses his patience, his tone bordering on begging, asking you to tell him why you won’t sleep. He knows what not sleeping can do to someone, and he shudders at ever seeing you that listless and dull.

After telling him about your fears, Belphie will immediately ask you to nap with him. He will also offer to look over you while you sleep, slipping into your dream to make sure you aren’t plagued by nightmares when you finally decide to sleep.

Suggests going to a professional when you mention the random pains you get. Belphie also becomes very clingy, not wanting to stay more than a feet away from you.

Simeon

Simeon is perceptive; not a lot goes by this angel unnoticed. So it’s safe to say that he finds out about your lack of sleep fairly quickly.

Simeon isn’t the confrontational type. He gives away little hints that he knows you’re not getting the rest you should, feeling that you’ll come to him when you’re comfortable letting him know what’s going on.

Once you approach him and let him know of your fears, he will gently soothe your worries. His presence in itself is very calming, and there is no judgement in his eyes when he listens to your fears, however irrational they may seem to you as you say them out loud. He assures you that you are safe and protected, surrounded by people who would do anything for you.

Simeon talks Lucifer into letting you stay over at Purgatory Hall more frequently to help with your fear of sleep. He does everything to make sure that you have a good time whenever you’re over, be it baking treats with Luke, experimenting with Solomon or just cuddling and being lovey-dovey with him.

When you tell him about the pains, he offers to use his angelic powers to ease them. It’s only a temporary measure, so Simeon advises you to get it checked out, coming along with you to the doctor if you want him to.

He buys things said to help a person fall asleep, like soothing scents and candles and gifts them to you whenever he sees you.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very devoted partner. Although he does not get as much time with you as he likes, he asks Lucifer to keep him updated on your condition, what you do etc. That is how he comes to know of your lack of sleep.

The next time you visit the castle, Diavolo inquires about your well-being, asking if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can do to make your stay in the Devildom better. Gently, he pries the truth from you.

There is absolutely nothing this demon will stop at if it means you get your sleep. Diavolo immediately asks you to stay at the castle so he can take care of you himself. No matter how busy he’ll be, he makes time from his schedule just to help you with this.

He gets Barbatos and Lucifer to help him in his research, finding out ways to help. Any lifestyle or diet changes that can help are implemented immediately. If those do not help, Diavolo seeks out the best therapists and psychiatrists.

When you tell him about the random pains, he gets a little freaked out. He offers to help you with magic, but also advises you to get a thorough medical check-up, just to make sure nothing else is wrong with you. He treats you like a delicate little flower and spoils you during all of this.

He comes to all your doctor’s appointments, eager to make sure that you’re alright.

Barbatos

Barbatos is meticulous in all aspects. Not a single detail goes unnoticed, so it was only a matter of time before he would come to know about your fear of sleep.

He brings it up one day as you’re helping him in the kitchen to make something for his young lord’s lunch. He makes sure you know that he will not force you to answer him, but also tells you that he worries about you and would feel much more at ease if you told him why you wouldn’t sleep.

Similar to Diavolo, Barbatos asks Lucifer to keep an eye on you. He knows he won’t be able to focus on you as much as he’d like due to his duties and responsibilities, but he does try to be there as much as he can.

He researches ways to help you with it. On Lucifer’s suggestions, he takes the evenings off for a few days so that he can be with you. Barbatos implements certain changes to your diet and lifestyle that may help you.

He is also there to all of your doctor’s appointments, though you’re not quite sure how he does that. He is a bit concerned when you tell him about the random pains and takes you to get them checked out as well.

Sometimes it may feel like Barbatos is behaving like a overprotective and concerned parent to you, but it all comes from a place of love. If you ask him to back off a little, he will most certainly do so, though a little reluctantly. He just wants you to be safe and happy.

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