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fraugwinska · 20 days

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Hello, wait are your requests open? 😅

If yes - i have an idea? :)

Per Charlie's decision everyone goes out for a night out in the town. You stay at the hotel as you weren't feeling well. Thinking the hotel is empty you carelssly leave your room and head to the bar and lounge area. To your surprise it's already occupied - Alastor is drinking whisky and listening to jazz on his old radio. He is already tipsy as he starts slowly dancing with himself. You don't want to interrupt but before you can go back he calls to you and asks if you want to join him. I just really need some tipsy and more relaxed Alastor thay slowly openes up to the reader. Bonus scene: you two fall asleep on the couch and wake up to the whole group staring at you two with the wildests reactions lol

This was such a cute prompt - Thank you for suggesting this, dear Anon! It's a little shorter, but I really like it - hope you do too! :>

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More than words

Thirsty. You are thirsty.

That's the first thought you had when you woke up from your nap. Hell really had eternal suffering, with migraines being just as annoying and painful in hell as they were on earth. You had woken up with pain behind your eyes, and you knew in that exact moment you had to tell Charlie you wouldn't be able to go out tonight, because knowing yourself it would last the whole day and leave you exhausted by the evening.

You peeled yourself out of bed, realizing with relief that the pain and the dull pressure were gone almost completely. One or two glasses of water and a strong espresso, and maybe you were even able to get a good night's sleep. So you threw a cozy, fuzzy cardigan over you and headed to the kitchen. You had expected creepy silence, since it didn't happen often that everyone went out all at once, so you were surprised to hear the faint sounds of pianos, trumpets and drums when you were halfway down the staircase. Maybe Charlie or Husk had left the radio on? Without real reason to you tiptoed the last steps down, peeking around the corner of the corridor leading to the bar. What you saw made you both speech- and breathless.

Alastor, with a glass of whiskey in hand, humming along to Boogie Man by Sid Phillips, eyes closed and dancing just for himself – tipsy, slightly uncoordinated swing steps that might've looked impressive if he wasn't... drunk? At least a bit buzzed, that was for sure.

You watched him in fascination, tapping and twirling, while you contemplated what to do. The only way to the kitchen was through the foyer, which meant you had to pass the bar, ergo Alastor. But you weren't sure how much he would appreciate you catching him in this... state. Yes, you were on good terms, you would even go as far to say you were friends, but that stage of relationship was far too fresh to risk changing it by angering him. You decided that your bathroom sink had to provide the much needed water and fuck the espresso, you turned around to sneak back to your room.

„Oh, I didn't know there was an audience for my show!“

Fuck.

You glanced over your shoulder – Alastor looked you straight in the eye, swaying a bit, grin loose and eyes a little clouded. He sounded more amused than angry, something you didn't expect, but were fucking grateful for.

„Sorry, Al... I didn't think you were home, I just wanted to get some water and head back to my room.“ „Ah,“ Alastor took a sip of his drink, golden brown liquid leaking from the corners of his mouth down to his chin. With careless fingers he wipes it away. „So eager to leave little ol' me hanging...“ He pouted. Alastor, the radio demon pouted. You asked yourself if you might have migraine-incited hallucinations.

„Alastor, are you... okay?“, you ask, carefully turning to him.

„Fantastic dear, just fantastic.“, he muttered, eyeing his now empty glass, „Although drinking in company would certainly be more pleasurable than drinking alone.“

He walked back behind the bar, steps still a little wobbly, and poured himself another, giving you an opportunity. It was the deers crude way of handing you the choice - You could leave now, if you wanted.

Instead, you wrapped the cardigan tighter around yourself, suddenly very aware of your lack of decorum, and with a few steps, you were in front of him, sliding onto one of the stools. Alastor tilted his head at you as you leaned on the counter, both elbows on the slightly sticky surface and face in your hands, sighing.

„Alright tapper, as long as you don't bring my headache back, pour it away.“

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„... and wouldn't you believe it, the next time this idiot saw me he just ripped off his whole arm and threw it at me!“

Alastor laughed, loudly and boastfully, slapping his thighs. You joined in with your own laughter, more like a cackle, tongue and restraint loosened by his choice of drink for you – mint julep, apparently one of the only cocktails he knew how to mix, being a favourite from his time in the 1920's. The fresh and cooling drink went easily down your tongue, and both of you had been chatting away for the last hour, mostly Alastor telling you funny anecdotes and you laughing at his stories till your mouth went dry.

While you drank slowly, Alastor rushed every drink down his throat like a parched man. With wonder you watched him, amazed by how much he could take, word unslurred and speech still crisp and transatlantic. The only indicator of his drunkenness: his choice of words became more and more crass. It made you giggle uncontrollably whenever he used profanities that were so unlike him.

“Can you blame him? That poor man probably didn’t want you to rip it off again - might just do it himself and save the trouble!” “I didn’t even get to the best part, darling - He owned a fucking second hand shop! Ha Ha HA!” He bellowed with laughter,looking more like a mischievous school-boy than a terrifying overlord and you slapped his arm. “Alastor, stop, you’re making this up!” “Absolutely not, it’s the irony that makes the story even more comical.”

You shook your head, stirring the mint leaves in your glass.He was much more easy-going than normal, his cheeks tinted in a pretty shade of red. The biggest difference was his everlasting smile. Tight and wide normally, it had become a loose, content one, playful without the malice it usually carried. He looked even more handsome that way.

“A penny for your thought, cherie.”, he chuckled, arms crossed on the countertop and leaning in closely. The proximity brought the smell of bourbon, warm wood and nutmeg with hints of vetiver. The stronger version of his natural scent. Tasty. The thought shuddered through your mind and you swallowed it quickly with the rest of your own drink. “I just thought about a Chaplin quote that came to mind.” He leaned on his hand, blinking in curiosity, half-lidded eyes telling you to continue - you and him had a thing for his movies, you've watched City Lights together multiple times. “A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.” You mirrored his gesture with a smile of your own, bringing your face even closer to his, which seemed to startle him. “And I gotta say it’s a shame you’re not drunk more often.”

Alastor pulled back, grasping for the whiskey bottle as he avoided your gaze. You were confused - had you offended him? You sat yourself upright, ready to apologize, when he cut you off.

“Better not to reveal this kind of secret to just everyone, my dear. It’s only the ghost of a man long gone, anyways.” He sighed at the bottle in his hands, realizing it was empty. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “Please, you may tell that yourself but I’m not a medium. That man isn’t gone. He's only hiding, deep down in there.”

Foolishly your brain didn’t remind you that Alastor didn’t like to be touched. You reached out, putting your hand flat at his chest, right where his heart would be. As for Alastor, his alcohol-dazed mind couldn’t catch up with what you were doing fast enough. Your palm pressed down, receiving the soothing, soft warmth he always radiated through your sensitive skin, like an old radio that had been left on for too long. His eyes widened, you felt him inhale sharply, yet it took another few seconds for him to react, flinching back.

His barstool wobbled, swinging dangerously, and like in slow-motion he fell backwards, only letting out a small, ulfiltered “Shit!” before he disappeared behind the bar. You jumped up, stuttering “Sorry, sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” while you hurried behind the bar to help him up. He was sprawled out on the floor, almost like a starfish, his chest shaking and an arm thrown over his face. “Alastor, I’m so sorry, are you hurt? Did you hit your head? Fuck, I’m so….”, you stopped abruptly when he burst out laughing. He wheezed, shaking with laughter, and you fell to your knees beside him, relieved and at the same time unnerved. He sat up, still holding his chest with one hand and patting your head with the other.

“Moments like these remind me why I like you so much, darling. Such a blue-eyed, air-headed doe you are.” You met his gaze, ready to banter, but the sad tint in his expression made you decide against that. Instead you shuffled nearer to him, slowly sitting up on your knees, to give him the option to push you away. He didn’t, only watching you closely. You wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him close, his cheek resting on your chest, tight enough he had to hear your heartbeat.

You held him like this until you felt his hands on your back, returning the embrace. HIs breath was warm and heavy on your skin. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was holding back tears. Maybe he was. You just stayed like this, holding him in your arms. Words were unnecessary, unwanted even. Him and you weren’t close enough yet to bring everything he should share into words. But you would be there, whenever that moment came, and for now, this was the right way to express what couldn’t be said. Much more even.

When he pulled away, he did it gently, a soft and thankful smile on his lips. “I think the bar has run dry, my dear.” He stood up, offering you his hand to help you up. You took it, and he left your hand in his as you stood face to face. “How about a warm nightcap to end our day?” ----------------------------***----------------------------

“... You are seeing this too, right? I’m not trippin’?!” “Shhhh! Don’t wake them up.” Charlie hissed at Angel, her eyes round like saucers, staring over the backrest, as did the others. “How can this creep still smile even when he’s sleeping?!”, Vaggie whispered loudly. Angel gave her a sly smile. “You’d smile too if a hot girl slept in your lap like that.” Husk groaned, pulling a paw over his face. “It’s too late and I’m too sober for this shit.” “SSSSSSSHHHHHH! Leave them alone, go! Go to bed, quietly, all of you!”, Charlie shushed them again, shooing them away from the sofa.

She quickly ran to the nearest cabinet, pulling out a thick blanket which she carefully draped over your and Alastors body. She took a few heartbeats to internalize what she everyone saw when they came home.

You looked like a couple. Of course Charlie knew you weren’t. Alastor - half-laying, half-sitting asleep on the sofa - had his arm around you, his head resting on the top of your head. You were serenely slumbering while nuzzled against his chest, legs pulled up and looking like you were mended to his side. You, too, were smiling. On the cofffee table in front of the sofa were two cups of what looked and smelled like hot milk with honey, the porcelain still faintly warm to the touch and the liquid barely touched. She suppressed the squeal she wanted to squeal.

After she was done, she quietly took a few steps back, scanning that you were both still fast asleep, then she took Vaggie’s hand and together they headed to their own room. Charlie knew you weren’t a couple. But she also knew that was only a matter of when you would become one, not if.

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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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Gojo is the type of guy to always bring you flowers. Always.

devotee — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: anon you so right. let’s do this

whenever satoru goes on a mission, he comes back with a ton of souvenirs and a bouquet of the prettiest flowers to bloom on this earth.

it is so cute and it always makes your day even if he, one time, unknowingly gifted you a flower that symbolized death with a huge grin.

you had asked him about why he gifted you that flower in particular and he said it's because it was your favorite color. so you could do nothing except shake your head helplessly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

that's why it doesn't surprise you when he bursts into the first years' classroom with yet another big bouquet and even a bigger smile, "hi babe!"

you get up from your chair, "hey 'toru," you peck his lips, gently taking the bouquet from his hands, "what are these for?"

"nothing," he hums, "just wanted to appreciate you."

"again?" yuuji questions.

meanwhile, nobara blows her nose, screaming at the top of her lungs, "god, when will it be my turn?!" she quickly recovers with a smirk, throwing the tissue away, "just kidding! I don't need no man."

so yeah. satoru never fails to get you flowers, and in some of the most creative ways because satoru is anything but traditional.

if you don’t find a bouquet on your doorstep then you find a trail of flower petals that leads to your shared bedroom. it’s a pretty cute thing, the idea of your husband taking the time to put petals in your house to make your day just a bit easier is heart-warming.

but satoru won’t do something half-way and that’s why the petals on ground beside your bed spell your name, a heart, and a very bold ‘i love you’. it’s cute and it makes you smile, and it almost makes you forget the tiresome day you had.

but then you feel strong arms wrap around your shoulders and you’re pulled to a chest you’re very familiar with.

your husband is grinning as he peppers your face with kisses and you don’t have the time to think about your day.

another thing satoru loves to do with the flower petals is provide you with the most romantic and calming bath ever.

you remember that one time the higher-ups assigned you a multitude of missions on the same day and it exhausted you. you came back home, tired and almost a corpse.

upon seeing your beaten up figure, satoru took matters into his own hands.

in no time, he was able to decorate the bathtub with flower petals and candles. he got you all the snacks you like and offered himself as a—self-proclaimed—worldwide and top-tier masseur.

but before the pampering, he made sure to treat your wounds as gently as he could.

he threw a few jokes here and there, sang your praises about how strong and brave you are, and his lips left no part of your skin untouched, firm yet soft kisses that he hopes will make the pain even a tiny bit more bearable.

then you got into the bath and your body immediately relaxed. add to that, the surprisingly good massage you’re getting from your darling husband. and when you have had your fill, he helps you wash up, hands covering your eyes so the soap doesn’t get in.

when you stand up, and he gets the towel to cover you, he pauses.

you’re reminded of how intimidating satoru’s eyes are in the moment. without his blindfold, you get the full effect and truly feel his gaze. however, what’s difference between the look he gives his enemies and the look he gives you is far too vast.

to the enemy, satoru’s eyes are the ocean that will drown them to doom. to you, it’s the sky that doesn’t fail to shine upon seeing you.

it almost flusters you: the unadulterated love and pure devotion in his gaze. he takes you all in, admiring every inch of your body then grins, “the body of a goddess.”

and even in his absence, satoru doesn’t let you forget that you’re loved.

one time, when he was away for a couple of days for a mission, you were going on with your daily routine, all fine and dandy.

then you wanted to get that photo album satoru made for your anniversary to pass time until he comes back. satoru personally handpicked and glued every single photo.

he also decorated it with silly stickers and even sillier drawings, along with annotations that make you giggle when you can vividly imagine him saying them.

your feet almost immediately take you there, and you slide the drawer open.

but the photo album is surrounded by flower petals that—mind you—were not there before, and a sticky note is on it. your husband’s handwriting decorates the note and it reads ‘don’t miss me too much now. I will be back soon ;)’

you take the note in your hands and roll your eyes. nevertheless, you hold it close to your heart and wish for his safe return because, in the end, even the strongest will have a weakness.

and satoru doesn’t shy away from showing his love for you to everyone. so he doesn’t mind bursting into the meeting room and sitting beside you, presenting yet another bouquet of flowers, “for you, gorgeous.”

some are rolling their eyes, others are fondly chuckling, but satoru doesn’t care and frankly, neither can you.

who would reject the pampering from someone they love so dearly? a confession on a starry night once fell from his lips, “my heart is yours, you know. do with it what you want.”

it’s the love and care that is effortlessly shown in his actions and you always let him know that you appreciate it every single time.

you cup his face and press a big smooch on his cheek and a grin is automatically plastered on his pretty face.

because as beautiful as an action can be, it needs to be acknowledged and appreciated to reflect the same beauty to the giver.

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crow-raven-crow · 8 months

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Listen we need more 👏older👏 virgin 👏larissa

Obviously it needs to be sub!Larissa 😆

Larissa and the reader have been together a long time but haven't slept together, leading to Larissa admitting she's inexperienced, super fluffy cute smut about reader showing Larissa all there is and Larissa having the best night of her life and feeling super loved 🫠

I love love love your writing and thought you'd make a perfect story ❤️

𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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Larissa Weems x f!reader words: ~4.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, nsfw, sub!Larissa, dom!Reader, virgin Larissa, oral sex, fingering, strap-on, praise kink, biting, marking, scratching, begging

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

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a/n: I COMPLETELY AGREE. I AGREE SO HARD sub!Larissa is so fucking cute to me for some reason and I'm glad I got a req to do it ehheheh. I like writing both, but it should be fun to finally be able to do the other perspective.

Thank you for trusting me with writing this! and for complimenting my writing <33 it means the world. i hope you enjoy, anon !

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You laid on the couch in your private quarters, the flames roaring as the overcast sky settled itself for the weekend, the small pattering of the rain landing on the window was tuned out as you held a book in your hands and welcomed a familiar weight on your chest - your lover, Larissa Weems.

Retiring to your quarters for the day was something that had become a routine for the two of you after months of dating - it had become a shared sanctuary for the both of you, especially Larissa as it let her be completely away from her work at the end of the day, all her worries fading away whenever she stepped through the doorway.

She was mindlessly twirling a lock of your hair between her fingers, taking in your scent with each breath as her cheek rested against your chest, watching her favorite show as you enjoyed each others company. Your free hand was tracing along her back, providing her comfort and making her subconsciously aware that you weren't leaving her side.

In the months that you had been dating, you had let Larissa set the pace of where this wanted to go. Being a professor and a principal at the same school definately had its ups and downs, but you made it work, regardless. Communication was the biggest thing in your relationship, making sure that any miscommunications or misunderstandings were made clear in a gentle tone, not wanting to upset the other and both knowing better than working on negative emotions.

You always tried to give her all the love that she deserved, all the love that she, sadly, never got from others. It pained you to think about the things that the precious woman right under your touch had been through, the days of heartbreak, the nights being unable to sleep, the countless amount of restless hours she had gone through without someone by her side to make her feel safe.

You vowed, since the moment you met her, you would always make her feel safe and comfortable in your company.

A large sigh had come from the peaceful beauty, breaking you from your focus on the book as a commercial played on the screen. Her hand had moved from your hair to trail under your shirt, tracing her fingertips along your stomach, her eyes looking down at your smooth skin.

You took a moment to look at her form. She wore an oversized sweater you owned, saying something along the lines of how your clothes were more comfortable, but you knew how much she loved to wear your things, so you let her. Her legs were bent with your own as a blanket covered the both of you slightly. She seemed so comfortable and so at ease, it melted your heart.

You put a bookmark along your pages and set the book gently on the side table behind you. You moved your hands to rub Larissa's shoulders, getting rid of any tension she still held there before kissing the top of her head and moving to gently pull all the pins from her hair. You set them all on top of your book and massaged her scalp, eliciting a rumbling hum from your lover.

"You know I'm the luckiest woman in the world, right?" You said softly, not wanting to break her gaze from her favorite show. However, she shuffled to look up at you, her chin resting on your chest, with a dreamy look in her eyes. A curious smile rose to her lips as she chuckled.

"And what makes you say that, my love?" You heart rate rose as a blush flooded your cheeks, you were sure she could feel it pounding in your chest underneath her touch from her actions. The sight in front of you was one you wanted to commit to memory. The way the flames casted an orange glow on her features and how her hair was sprawled out beneath her, long enough to fall down her sides and over the expanse of her back - it was as though there was a goddess living among you, especially with the spark in her eyes.

"Because…" You started to sit up a bit, moving to the side to flip her underneath you, your hands landing at her sides to hold you above her after guiding hers to rest at your shoulders. "I just so happen to be the lover of the smartest, most patient, elegant, regal, alluring- gods, I could go on.. The point is that I'm so lucky to have you.."

In between each compliment, you kissed a different part of her face, ending with a soft kiss on her lips as you finished your small ramble. When you broke away, she had the biggest smile on her face, meeting her eyes and casting a deep blush along her features. Your words had hit her heart, engulfing it in a warm hold.

"I love you.." There was nothing but sincerity behind her words, her thumb stroking along your cheek softly as she said as much. You kissed the pad of her finger before leaning down again.

"And I love you, sweet girl.." Your lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, coursing electricity through the both of you as your tongue swiped along her bottom lip. She smiled as she denied your access, a tease she loved to do from time to time, but you knew her weak spots.

You drew your hands under her sweater, your cold palms meeting the warm skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as she shivered. You scratched down her sides, pulling a moan from the woman underneath you and creating an opportunity to explore her wet cavern.

You took your time exploring her mouth, your tongues moving in tandem before you pulled away, biting her bottom lip gently. You both paused for a moment, taking in each others forms and soaking in just how much you loved each other. Just as you were about to bring your lips back to hers, she spoke.

"Darling.." Her tone was soft and just above a whisper as she spoke. A worried expression filled your features as you thought of what she could be dwelling on so intensely.

"Is something wrong, love?" You asked, concern lacing your tone as you began to sit up only to be pulled back down by strong arms. The action made you laugh, a smile replacing your concerned notes as you looked back down at the sapphire goddess.

"Nothing's wrong.. I just- I wanted to.." It seemed like she couldn't bring herself to say whatever was on her mind, breaking eye contact with you to flutter her eyes all around the room - it only made you more curious as your smile grew at her actions. You grabbed her chin softly, moving it so her gaze was locked back onto yours, before speaking.

"What is it you want, sweet one? I can only help so much if I don't know the details, hmm?" Your tone was caring and curious, a blush filled her features at the forced eye contact, exposing just how much it flustered her.

"I.. Could we try- Can we-" A defeated and near frustrated sigh left her lips as she shut her eyes. She took in a breath in attempt to ground herself, before facing you again. "I want to sleep with you, y/n.."

You laughed at that. You had never seen her so flustered and so all over the place, it was something you would cherish as she felt safe enough to even bring the topic up. You always wondered when you would get to this point, not dwelling on if it would take months or years, you just wanted her to feel solid enough in her desires and wants before you dove in that direction.

You moved to sit up, successfully this time, as you pulled her up with you. You flashed a reassuring smile back at her as you rubbed her arms, tracing your hands up to cup her face. "You want to have sex with me?"

The question that left your lips only seemed to make her fluster more, the blush darkening as a quiet response was thrown your way.

"Yes.." She was adorable. You couldn't get over the bashful version of the woman before you, it was a sight you haven't seen often, so you tried to remember every feature and every emotion that crossed her before it faded away.

You moved your hands down to hers, holding them in a gentle grip. "This is something you want?" There was a glimmer of insecurity in your tone, there for mere seconds, before it disappeared. You were answered with a nod, something that caused you to throw a knowing look her.

"I need words, my love.." Your tone was soft, visibly settling her nerves as her shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh. She looked deep into your eyes before speaking, only being met back with love and safety.

"Yes, I want this.. I really want this with you.. I've, however.. ..I-I've never done this before.." The admission shocked you, something she saw turn into confusion. You didn't understand how someone like her, someone so beautiful, so graceful, so intelligent, didn't have paramores or anyone before you that had good intentions other than this.

"And that's perfectly fine, Larissa.." Your reaction surprised her, as though she was waiting from the worst from you. It saddened you at the possibility of her being met with anything but understanding, knowing that she was probably picking at her own mind and every insecurity she had before becoming confident enough in the bond you both shared before bringing it up.

"We won't do anything you don't want or don't like, okay? If you end up not liking something or want me to stop then I want you to tell me. I want you to feel exactly how much I love you, and I plan on translating as much into every action I give you.."

A big sigh escaped her as she completely relaxed, her shoulders dropping and her jaw unclenching as she squeezed your hands softly, a small smile making itself known at her lips. "I'll tell you.."

"Good. Now, come here.." You stood up and guided her to the bed you shared in a gentle hold, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to rise along both of your arms as the blanket no longer covered your bodies, but you ignored it as care ran through your veins and excitement ran through hers.

You guided her onto your lap, something you both loved, before pulling her arms to completely rest at your shoulders, pulling her near flush against you as you held her waist securely. You searched her eyes for any uncertainty only to find none, her eyes looking down at your lips just moments after. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and it felt as though your breathing had stopped at the small action alone.

You brought a hand behind her neck and pulled her in gently, crashing your lips into hers. You could tell with how her lips moved along with yours that she had wanted this for quite some time, meeting you with desperation and a moan as you took the opportunity to bring your tongue to hers.

Your hands moved along her smooth skin agonizingly slow for the blonde, exploring every dip and giving her thighs a firm squeeze before beginning to move them up her shirt, higher higher higher until you completely took the garment off of her.

You couldn't take your eyes off her as you took in her form, your eyes raking over the complete expanse of her exposed skin that was finally making itself known to you. Your hands moved up her body and traced along the underside of her bra with your thumbs, your eyes fluttering shut with desire at the small whimper that left her lips.

Your eyes met hers, she had her bottom lip between her teeth as her chest heaved slightly, a blush apparent on her cheeks matched with pupils blown with her desire for you. You took a moment to reach down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you completely in one swift movement so she wouldn't feel any insecurity at being the only one showing more skin.

You brought a hand to her neck, your fingers guiding themselves up under her chin and pulling her face closer only to move it, missing her lips, to speak softly in her ear. "Is this still okay, my love?"

Your hot breath ghosted over her neck, a shiver running a course down her spine as her eyes fluttered shut for a quick moment. You felt her nod slightly, causing you to move back and raise your eyebrow, your fingertips moving to hold her chin ever so slightly. The action made her swallow hard, her breath hitching as you made her look at you again.

"Y-Yes, sorry.." A small smirk lifted your lips, shooting her a proud look at her quick memory. You leaned in quickly, stopping just in front of her lips to watch her lean in, only for you to move back as she chased you. She noticed this, and her eyes fluttered back open, being met with your lips just a hair away from hers.

"Good girl.." You said before slamming your lips into hers, swallowing the whimper she had let out at the praise. She kissed you back with a newfound ferocity, her hands quickly traveling over your shoulders and torso. She had quickened up everything about her actions and you held in a chuckle after you had noticed that. You pulled away slightly, causing her actions to stop as she looked back at you.

"Slow down, Larissa.. I'm not going anywhere.." Your words seemed to heavily settle her, and you couldn't help but notice that. You shifted, moving her to rest against the pillowy mattress as her white locks of hair sprawled out and curled along the thick blankets and pillows of your bed. You gave her the softest of kisses while doing so, putting more reassurance in your words. "Let me love you.."

You had whispered those words against her lips, and you heard her suck in a breath. You moved your lips in a trail down her jawline, moving down her neck and meeting her pulse point. You bit down on the skin softly before smoothing your tongue over the area and sucking.

The sensation that rippled through her sent a heat to her core, her hand tangling itself in your hair as she moved her head to the side to give you more access. You left a few more marks of different sizes before pulling away slightly and looking at your work, a slightly sinister smile gracing your features, knowing it would take her a little bit to cover them up.

Your lips traveled down and trailed kisses along her chest, smoothing out your tongue and biting the exposed parts of her breasts. A moan left her as you moved your hands under her bra and smoothed your thumbs against her nipples, her nails digging into your shoulder slightly. "Y/n.. please.."

Oh..

That was something you never heard before..

But you'd be lying if you said you didn't want, didn't need to hear her beautiful moans escape her throat, your name fall from her lips over and over again..

One of your hands snaked around her torso, unclasping her bra from around her and pulling it down her shoulders and arms. You threw it to the side and were met with a mouthwatering sight beneath you, and you couldn't help but moan as you worried your bottom lip. Her features were flushed and we pupils were as dilated as they could be, her chest rose and fell quickly with her breaths and her hands rested on either side of her head.

This was definately something you could quickly find addicting..

"I want you, y/n.."

That sentence alone was enough to break any of your remaining resolve, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss before trailing down her body again. You left dark marks all along her chest before rolling your tongue over her right bud, capturing it with your lips shortly after as your hand toyed with the other.

A broken moan left her lips as her back arched a bit, pushing more of herself to you. You moved to the other bud, needing to give it the same amount of attention, as you pulled delicious moans from the goddess beneath you.

You trailed your lips down the rest of her body, getting rid of every article of clothing that still stood in your way as you kissed and bit down her thighs, getting rid of the rest of your own quickly after. You loved how much she was squirming under your touch, every trace, every pinch, every squeeze making her increasingly needier.

You looked over her completely, your breath lost in your chest as you took in how absolutely drenched she had become.

"You are every dream come true.. My needy girl," You traced two fingers through her slit, her hips bucking at the contact and a near pornographic moan leaving her lips as you circled her clit before pulling your hand away completely.

"So wet for me already.." You brought the hand up to your lips while you spoke, taking them in your mouth when you finished. You groaned at the taste of her and decided that you needed more. "Absolutely delicious.."

You kissed back down her other leg, the smell of her arousal increasing as you continued to tease her. You hooked your arms around her thighs, keeping her squirming down a bit, before kissing along her slit.

"Please, please, y/n I-" She was cut off by an unadulterated moan rushing out of her, the feeling of your tongue licking through her folds giving her the pleasure she had been craving. You dipped your tongue as far into her entrance as you could, taking as much of her juices as you could, moaning again at the taste of her.

The vibrations had sent a wave of pleasure through her, her core growing increasingly sensitive as her breaths got quicker and her moans became unfiltered. You brought your tongue up to circle her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud right after. One of her hands tangled itself into your hair, pulling you closer to where she needed you, while the other fisted the sheets beneath her, her back arching at the intense waves of pleasure you were giving her.

"More, I- F-Fuck! Please-" You brought a finger to her entrance, easily pushing into her soaked cunt. After giving her time to adjust, you added another, feeling her thighs squirm on either side of your head and threatening to close around it as she clenched around your fingers, pulling a moan from you. "You're doing so good for me.."

You started moving them at a nice speed as her hips bucked for more friction. The moans you were pulling from her were sinful, and lustful pride filled your chest knowing you were able to have her come undone so deliciously.

You increased your ministrations, curling your fingers in such a way that had her seeing stars as her moans got louder. You could tell she was close as her grip increased and her core tightened. You curled your fingers and sucked on her sensitive bud at the same time, pulling a loud cry from the woman before she shuddered beneath you, her juices flowing out and you took everything she gave you as you helped her ride out her high.

You kissed back up her body, your hands smoothing over her skin as you moved. She pulled you by your shoulders and crashed her lips against you, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips and against your tongue.

You broke away after a moment, taking in her flushed form, seeing lust still swirling in her eyes. She'd be the death of you as she'd already become an addiction you wouldn't dare get rid of.

"Do you think you could do one more for me, darling?" You whispered against her lips, and she pulled you closer to her. She licked her lips softly as she stared at yours with half lidded eyes.

"Yes, please.. I want more.. I wanna cum for you again, please.." The desperation and want in her tone had made your eyes flutter shut as your eyes rolled back. You were sure her pleas alone would be able to get you off, but you didn't want to be finished with her just yet.

You took a box from your bedside table and opened it, revealing a strap on that would make you feel everything as well, and it was something she seemed to notice as her eyes widened, only to fill with need. It was something that you had saved for this moment, and your mouth watered at the idea of slipping into her.

"You are so easily addicting.." You said after you finished putting it on. She bit her bottom lip and you couldn't help but stare. You really couldn't understand how someone could be this beautiful, but a smile rose to your lips as you took in just how much of a mess you'd made her so far.

"It's going to sting a bit, love.. When you're ready, tell me when to move, hmm?"

After receiving a needy 'yes' from her lips, you ran it along her slit, before slowly pushing into her. Your body shuddered, and a low moan left your chest at the feeling of filling her up. Her nails dug into your back and shoulders at the stretch, whines being pulled from the woman before she took you completely. She gave you the sign to move, and you started off at a slow pace, helping her get used to it.

Moans and whimpers started to leave her lips again as her head fell back in pleasure. You left kisses along her skin as you moved, your own moans ghosting along its canvas. "So good for me, Rissa.. You're taking me so well, my good girl.."

Her moans left her at every thrust, her walls fluttering around the strap, nearly making you topple over in the pleasure you got from not only being inside her and feeling it but also the sight of her beneath you as her rushed, needy pleas flowed out of her lips.

"Please, please, y/n- oh! F-Fuck, I-I'm close, please! Fuc-Fuck!" Her moans grew higher in pitch as your thrusts quickened, her nails digging into your skin as you were sure there would be marks left there for a while, not that you were complaining. You felt your own high starting to build, her walls fluttering around you, making the chase for it absolutely divine.

"Cum for me, Riss.." With your voice raspy and low, it was as though your voice alone was what was able to send her over the edge, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut as you followed right behind her, each others names leaving your lips as you both came.

With heavy breaths, you helped her ride out her high before pulling out of her slowly, still causing a whimper to leave her throat at the empty feeling. You took the strap off and threw it to the side to be an issue for later, before taking a rag out of the same drawer it came form to clean up your love as she laid back in her blissed-out state.

You moved to lay beside her, pulling a blanket over the two of you before capturing her in your arms. She dove into your embrace, your warmth and safety something she sought out as she came back to reality. You pressed kisses along her hairline as you traced your fingertips along her back. "You did so well for me, so so good for me, Larissa.. How are you feeling, my love?"

She pressed a kiss against your neck before moving her head to face you. She smiled as she met your gaze, seeing nothing but love in your eyes. You cupped her cheek, softly moving your thumb against it before planting a kiss to her forehead. "That was amazing.."

You couldn't help but laugh as the words left her. You took her in after all that just happened between you two, and it was crazy how you thought you still fell for her more than you already had.

The rain raced down the glass of your windows as it kept falling from the clouds above, but the fire that was once dancing along the logs of the fireplace was a dormant ember, casting red etches along the wood it sat on. You relaxed into each others embrace, settling there for the rest of the night as exhaustion held you both in its increasing grip, the comfort and safety you had for each other making it an easy choice as you fell asleep under the thick covers together, knowing you wouldn't be leaving each others side.

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𝐚/𝐧: THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUN TO WRITE HELLO??

We can tell by the word count but HOOLLLLLYYY This is where I want to be when it comes to writing stuff like this. It was so fulfilling seeing not only the word count but also the amount of detail I was able to put into it this time.

Anon, thank you SO much for the ask. I don't think we have a lot of sub!Larissa out there, so being someone to add to the fuel is fun even if I get both sides of writing for her.

I have some other asks but since the weekend is right here that means series time !! if all goes well, the next chapter will be out by the end of the weekend hehehhe. I'm excited for it lol

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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months

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Well, how about some angst where the Tokyo boys couldn't protect their girlfriend? With Baji, kazutora and mikey? I love your headcanons

TokRev x Reader: Too Late

♡ SFW, fem reader, angst, reader gets jumped by a rival gang and ends up in the hospital, mention of arson, allusions to murder ♡

note: thank you anon 🩷 I usually don't write angst, so I hope you enjoy

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Baji

🔥 Baji knew that some gangs could stoop to low levels when it came to rivalries, but he never expected they'd go after you

🔥 You called him from the hospital to tell him what happened and he was by your side in less than 10 minutes

🔥 Hugs you the whole time and cries while apologizing for not being able to protect you

🔥 Tracks down the gang that jumped you and lights their hideout on fire (with them in it)

Timeskip!Kazutora

🐯 Blames himself and contemplates breaking up with you after you get attacked because he doesn't want you to get hurt again

🐯 Starts convincing himself that he doesn't deserve you and tries to distance himself from you (it doesn't work, he could never leave you)

🐯 Promises to protect you better and make sure you never get hurt again

🐯 With some help from Chifuyu he finds the guys who jumped you and makes sure they can never lay their hands on you (or anyone else) again

Bonten!Mikey

🔷 When Sanzu notified him about you getting attacked he immediately started spiraling

🔷 He blamed all of his executives for not protecting you or providing you with bodyguards, but in reality he blamed himself the most

🔷 All he could think about was all the people he's lost and how he couldn't protect them either, he felt weak and defenseless

🔷 He couldn't bring himself to visit you because he didn't want to see you in pain, he sent flowers to your room everyday though and had Bonten's executives check in on you

🔷 He tracked down the men who jumped you and had Sanzu take care of them

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#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revenger angst #kazutora x reader #baji x reader #mikey x reader

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olderthannetfic · 3 months

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Hi I'm the anon who asked about cervical orgasms. I gave up on using a wooden rod and tried a dragon toy for the first time. It's huge and it thrusts hard. It was perfect. Now I'm sad that a human partner will never be able to satisfy me like this. I worry that I'm ruining myself with these intense masturbation sessions.You never entertain those thoughts. What logic do you use to get an idea like that out of your head?

Date people with at least one working hand that can operate a dildo.

Problem solved.

No, but in all seriousness, it is not your job to validate your partner by preferring the sex they want to provide. This is like partners who want to give "gifts of service", but they don't actually ask what chores/signs of love/etc. you would find helpful and meaningful. That's not giving: that's demanding emotional support from you to them.

This is different from the question of whether you're willing to have other sex that your partner might be more into some of the time in addition to playing with this toy.

If they want to also get to pick things about your mutual sex life, that's normal. If they're too insecure about their dick because you like ginormous dildos, they can bring it up with their therapist.

And, yes, this is routinely an issue for women who date men who think that PiV should 1. be fun for all women at all when it's often painful or boring (no, it's not just gay dudes not liking anal—lots of people don't actually find penetration that fun by default) and 2. cause lots of orgasms and be the be-all-end-all of women's sexuality when that's honestly pretty rare.

(Fellas, if you want to date that unicorn, she's out there, but you're going to have to select your lady based on sexual compatibility in the first place, not hope it just happens.)

When people talk about "ruining" yourself, what they mean is that the standard social construction of straight sex is toxic nonsense and men trained to believe in it will routinely feel emasculated by the actual physical responses of actual women.

And somehow, this is the woman's problem???

Wacky giant sex toys are less normative than a vibrator or cunnilingus, but the actual social pattern is identical.

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theship-thewalrus · 1 year

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can you do a part 3 with aegon and his niece How her family witnesses that she almost dies in childbirth and how Aegon freaks out about it and yells at her family that Y/N wanted nothing more than her mother by her side and her brothers for her support. But in the end everything is fine mother and child life

Hi anon!! I didn't know people liked my aegon and niece selection of fics! But I am so glad you all seem to!! I hope you all enjoy this and that it is what you have been looking for

aegon ii targaryen x niece! wife! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 1457 words reading time: about 7 minutes warnings: birth, near death experience

Part 1 || Part 2 || Ending 2 || Ending 3 || Ending 4 || headcanon 1 || headcanon 2

Difficult pregnancies seemed to run in your family, despite your mother living through childbirth. Your Grandmother died on the birthing bed. It was a fear that followed you through your entire pregnancy. You did not want to die before you are able to meet your child, to leave Aegon alone in this world. You dreaded the possibility of hearing the Maesters and maids talk about you like you were not there like you were some sort of cattle. To make a decision without even the slightest thought of you, only concerning themselves with the possibility of your child being an heir.

Despite the comforting words of Alicent, talking you through what you are to expect during the birth. Fear still riddled you. And as your stomach swelled more and the date of your child's arrival grew near the fear continued to riddle you. Instead of fear, you tried to fill your head with something positive. What your child may look like. Their gender. The possible names. Aegon tried his best to help with your anxieties, holding you in the night and whispering all the things you both could do once you welcome your child into the world.

Yet as you lay in the bed in agonizing pain, your screams bouncing off the wall as the words of the Maester fell onto deaf years, you knew your anxiety was not misplaced. Your face felt red hot, and your tears coated your face and cheeks. Your throat screamed raw as pain converted your entire body. "Mother! Mother, please! Where are you!" Your sobs broke up your strangled cries, as you threw your head about searching for one of the only people you wished to see.

Most people had their mother and family present when they gave birth, someone to give them support in these times. But her own mother was nowhere to be seen. Her brothers may have not even been in the Keep at the moment. Your knuckles turn white as you grip the bedsheets. Alicent watched you with worry clear in her eyes as you cry out. Despite her being here she could only provide so much comfort. You needed a member of your birth family with you.

"Mother!" Yours had grips Alicent and she places her hand on yours. Your grip was crushing as you tried to deal with the pain. You were as pale as a sheet, and the maester began to look worried around you. Something you noticed immediately, though Alicent tried to bring your attention to her. "W-what is it?" The weakness of your voice was heard as you look at the people standing over you frantically.

It was such a surreal feeling, looking up at the people around you. How they speak as though you aren't there, they ignore your question. Speaking to each other, the worry on their faces as they weigh up your life. You could gather bits and pieces of what they were saying, from what you could tell it did not look good for you. "...Alicent, what are they saying? What are they going to do." The fear you felt was shown through your voice, how you gripped her hand with both your hands. A fresh stream of tears well up in your eyes, as Alicent tries to calm your racing heart and mind. Though she knows she can only provide so much comfort.

The Maester leaves your side for a moment, walking to your door to inform your husband of what is happening. It was unfitting that he be in the room with you at such a time. But as he heard your cries, your pained yells and pleas for your mother. He wished he was in there, comforting you and telling you it would be okay. Instead, he sat in this cold hallway, awaiting to hear news of your condition.

As the door opened, Aegon shot out of his seat for a moment catching sight of you through the small gap in the door. You looked sickly, his mother looked beside herself with worry. He felt dread fill his body as he gazed at the Maester, the man's face was filled with guilt. "There have been complications, my prince. It is unlikely both the mother and the babe will live."

The way he spoke of you angered Aegon, it was as though you were not even a person. Through gritted teeth, he spoke, "Her name is (Y/N), and you will address her as such." The older man bowed his head quickly, "Of course my prince, my mistake. However, I come to ask, if it comes to it, shall I shave (Y/N) or the babe?" The question stunned the man, he prayed such a question would never be asked of him. He did not answer and he stormed down the hall, it was the decision his wife needed to make, not him, not anyone else.

His footsteps echo through the hall, the man was on a war path. Every maid and servant clung to the walls as he passed, fearing that the anger he held would be focused on them. But he was not looking for a maid to yell at, instead his anger was directed at a single person. Your birth mother, Rhaenyra. She could not even have the decency to be with you while you gave birth. He had to sit there listening to you cry out for her, begging for her to be by your side. You were her only daughter and yet she has treated you with nothing but disdain.

"Sister! There you are," Aegon's voice bounced off the cold walls of the hallway. Rhaenyra's head snapped in his direction. She a look of shock and almost worry crossed her features before her face was void of emotion. Her eyes scan the disbelieved state of Aegon, it almost made her scoff at him. Jacaeyrs and Lucerys were quick to move to their mother's side, the trio standing against Aegon as a united force.

"Aegon, and what do I owe this pleasure?" Her words were calm and disinterested, eyes boring into his as she places a hand on her son's shoulders. Aegon basically laughed at Rhaenyra, his eyes conveyed so much anger at the trio. "I don't know, maybe your only daughter could die! All she has been doing for the past hour is screaming for you!" Aegon's voice raised with each word as a look of shock and distraught formed on Rhaenyra's face. She had no idea that you were in labour at the moment, that you needed her. Of course, she was angered and disappointed by your marriage with Aegon. Then it was only encouraged by your pregnancy. Yet the woman simply did not know how to approach you, you seemingly were on the other side. But she still loved you, her only daughter, her second eldest child. Nothing could stop her love for you.

"What?" Rhaenyra sprang forward, her hands gripping Aegon's shoulder. Fear was clear in her eyes. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?" Aegon practically threw her hands off of him, turning away from her. The disdain for Rhaenyra was clear in his voice "Her room." Before he could finish Rhaenyra was marching towards where he had previously just been. The woman was almost running down the hall, finally, now she could hear your pained moans and cry for her. Aegon and your brothers were close behind Rhaenyra, as the woman burst into the room.

Her eyes land on your state in the bed, the blood on the sheets and the tears in Alicent's eyes. Guilt rushed through her, that should be her holding your hand, offering you comfort. Not Alicent, but her, your mother. Shoving the Maester out of her way she held your free hand, tears welling in her eyes. "My poor baby, my sweet, sweet girl." A watery smile graced her features as she brushed some hair from your face. Your eyes open weakly to see your mother, a smile forming on your face.

"You came ... I thought .... you would not be here." Rhaenyra leans down to kiss your forehead. Squeezing your hand slightly, she allowed the Maesters to work on you once more. Often speaking to them in an angered tone when she believed they did something wrong. Aegon and your brother stood to the side, simply watching as the Maesters worked to keep both you and the babe alive.

After a few hours, and the endless work of the Maesters and nurses. Both you and the babe lived. A healthy baby boy. For a moment in time you were surrounded by your birth and found family, in perfect harmony as they gaze upon your child. Welcoming the newest Targaryen.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegorn ii x reader #aegon targaryen imagines #aegon imagines #aegon x reader #aegon ii imagines #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #hotd imagines

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maopll · 1 year

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Hello I'm not sure if my request is allowed since i did not see it on the rules so pls ignore it it is not allowed.

May I request Leona, Jamil, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who is suffering from depression? Another thing is they have caught the reader trying to unalive themselves, and harming themselves, their mental health is also getting worse. I'd like to see the boy's reaction and how they'd comfort their S/O(since it it similar to my current situation).

I understand if you're not comfortable with this request or do not want to do it. I also apologize of it is against the rules. I'd also like to say that I enjoy reading your works a lot. Please take care of yourself. Thank you and enjoy your day!<3

Let me heal your scars

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, scars on the outside heal after a time. but...are there any methods or medications that can heal the scars inflicted on the inside?....

⌗:, a/n: anon I am comfortable with this request as I myself have gone through similar situations but you need to push through ! I hope you find solace in whatever keeps you happy and please don't do anything that might unalive you ! I love you <3 I have added things I kind of felt when situation like those happened

⌗:, warning: mentions of reader unaliving themselves,, trauma,, mental health issues,, read at your own risk ! angst !

⌗:, pairings: leona, jamil, malleus, rook w/ gn!reader

,,your depression has gotten worse. you still have freakish nightmares and you slowly start to wonder "do I really have any worth?" "maybe I am useless" "it is my fault that I always fail". these thoughts keep plaguing you mind it's as if someone is telling you to just k!ll yourself. maybe you should just?....

LEONA refuses to let anything get to his weakness and he would absolutely hate it when someone or something is the reason his cherished herbivore is going through hard times and having negative thoughts. He believed that when you are with him no dark thoughts would engulf your mind but...not everything can be kept at bay...

whenever you would visit savannahclaw you would most wear short sleeves or if you ever wore a long sleeve it would be mostly during winter but short sleeves were your favourite. However he noticed a sudden change in your clothing pattern with you wearing long sleeves more than often and turtlenecks . He may be laidback but he too once aimed for the throne of a king...

He knew you would never tell him so when you were sleeing in his arms he looked under your sleeves and for the first time he was frightened and covered in cold sweat.

" [name]...why do you have those cuts on your hands and on your neck ?" for the first time, your leona was dead serious with anything and his voice was a decible lower than usual. you knew that you would have to provide an atleast believeable excuse to make him believe. but no matter how much you tried to answer you felt as if you were being engulfed by the floor and damn gravity never felt this heavy.

you burst into tears. the thoughts, the pressure of life, the decisions, everything fell on you like a thousand bricks. he sucked at comforting but he knew hugs were your favourite. he told you to cry as much as you wanted to. he patted your back and offered to listen to everything you've been going through those days.

he may not be able to relate with you but atleast he can lessen the pain you've felt.

JAMIL himself had to undergo some strict training in his childhood but he had to admit that whatever happened with you nothing of the sort happened to him. so he couldn't share the nor understand your feelings but just know...that he will do whatever it takes to help you

you would visit his dorms and sometimes dance with him under the moonlight with passion because it was something you wanted to do, something that would be very intimate but recently he saw less passion in you and frequent absences of your presence on many days. he thought you were busy but there's no way that you would be absent for two weeks right?...

he was on his way to Ramshackle dorm to see what you were doing, and if there were any homework, he might help you with those, but he definitely didn't expect your silhouette standing on the highest balcony railing ready to jump. he was frozen with fear. 'there's no way that YOU would do this..'

as soon as he saw your feet leave the railing, he sprinted to the spot where you might fall, and thank goodness he caught you just before you hit the ground. you have some explaining to do cause he was taken aback, he couldn't grasp what was happening and he was definitely sweating HARD.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUMPING OFF THAT RAILING ?! DO YOU WANT TO REALLY KI–" you cut him off by shouting "WHY DID YOU CATCH ME I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE LET ME GO" and that was your last straw as tears flowed out of your eyes like a waterfall and you were sure you were crying like a baby at this point.

Jamil can read the room very well so he sighed and said that you can tell him everything later on and he is sure that it is definitely trauma inducing otherwise you wouldn't have tried to jump off

he know how heartbreaking it would be to see you cry but he wants to let you let go of all the pains and sorrows you have experienced these days.

MALLEUS here has no idea. this man child is learning human emotions because he pretty much grew sheltered so he learns them by looking at you. Things that invoke happy emotions, romantic emotions, sometimes sad emotions but what is this emotion that you're feeling right now?

I feel that he is able to sense emotions that his lover feels. dragon instincts I guess. but while most emotions you feel smelled sweet, strong or sometimes like petrichor..this one smelled like poison ivy. why?

he may be learning but he doubts that those scents were anything but normal. while he did want to ask you about it you would just change the subject. he knew you were hiding something. his instincts are on another level when it comes to you

he sensed that you might be in danger so it's best if he investigated it by himself and not long after did he find blood stained knifes and ropes. he was horrified. to think that the one whom he cherishes so much would be trying to part away from him for eternity, to take away their own life. he can't have you do that. not when he already made up his mind to keep you by himself while he rules.

you made sure to check all your surroundings to see if everything was in place but you failed to notice that one knife was missing which malleus brought out in front of you when you didn't notice him. "[name]...why were you doing this to yourself?..." he was sad and heartbroken. his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying and so were you. he was the last person you wanted to find out about your...intentions of killing you life...

no matter how much you tried to tell him something your mouth would only open just to close the next moment because you just cannot bring yourself to tell him. you dropped down on the floor telling him that "I just can't do it...I can't deal shit with life...everything around me feels like they are judging me..feel like they will engulf me and no matter what I do I'll just be useless all over again.." he couldn't reciprocate your feelings but he can surely make you feel better. such a person as yourself who stays bright and cheery should not be crying on the floor nor should they feel sorrows. he hugged you close to his chest while he told you that he would listen to everything you want to tell him.

if he can't shield you from sadness and mishaps then how can he call himself a worthy ruler who would protect the people..his people? so he would do anything in his power to make sure you never shed those tears again.

ROOK here knew exactly the moment when you seemed more gloomy and down than usual. you would talk less, eat less, and those eyebags were so prominent that they could be noticed from metres away.

Something is not right...he thought to himself. how could his always cheerful and perfect other half be so under the weather these days. looks like he needs to know about the origin of your sorrows. He is a stubborn one so he is going to and he WILL find out whatever or whoever has cause you pain. He knows for a reason that it's gotta be something from the past looking at how you don't want to tell him and looks like he was right....

he is slowly unfolding your bedsheets, opened your drawers, and investigated your kitchen knife. bigger sorrows usually lead to rash decisions and looks like he was right. he is a master archer and hunter. the smell of blood being too familiar to him to be able to trace the scent in the knife being yours.

he knew that it may be a possibility, but the fact being true makes him feel...crestfallen. how? why? when? all these thoughts raced his mind. he knew your reason for doing these would be even worse and heartbreaking. but he had to confront you and comfort you. so that's when you seeked you out in the middle of the night when you were almost going to drift off to slumber.

"[name]...were you trying to hurt yourself?" your eyes grew wide like saucers. you've never seen rook look so dejected and serious. you told him yes and showed him all the scars that wrapped your body. you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes and..oh? why do your cheeks feel wet?...

his usual signature smile was now a ghost of itself and he had a frown. he hugged you as tight as possible and let you freely cry all over on his chest. he shushed you softly and told you to tell him everything you went through and let go of those past emotions.

with him here he swears to never let anyone or he himself be the reason of your tears. he can't afford to see his amoureuse stain her beautiful face.

a/n: sometimes you just need to let go of all those who belittled you or trampled over your pitiful self. you should now grow a stronger version of yourself and start your life anew <3

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pardis-dhyai · 1 year

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Heey! I hope you're doing well!

You can not imagine how incredibly happy I am to find someone who writes chubby reader fics and not even just in that awful self depreciation way!

Now if you have the time and energy for it may I request something with a chubby reader who has a chronic illness (mine is EDS, so chronic pain and frequent dislocations) but is also a lot stronger than anyone expects, especially from a chubby ill reader?

I am currently super hyped for Baizhu and some of my favourites are Cyno, Childe or Yae Miko. Although any character would be amazing!

long time no post. hope you all are well, and happy baizhu release! and i'm glad to provide, anon. we're just people too that deserve respectful content. as a chronic condition haver but not EDS i will leave everything but the pain and dislocation pretty vague. just not something i personally experience and i don't want to try and act like it's something i do, lol.

shit, you're strong!

characters featured: baizhu, cyno, tartaglia, yae miko

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: vague descriptions of pain/limb dislocation, reader picking people up, sparring (tartaglia)

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. will not really work if you aren't chubby. also, if you like my work, feel free to leave me a tip if you want and are able!

baizhu, being chronically ill himself, will not bat an eyelid at any symptoms. not only is he a doctor, but he gets it. like on a personal, visceral level. he's the guy that will just go "oh dear, let me fix that" as he pops your shoulder back into place. then you pick him up and squeeze him as thanks and the man squeaks and sputters. he never really underestimated you, but he did NOT expect to be picked up like a sack of potatoes. he can't say he doesn't like it, though. also extremely understanding of your pain, and will make accommodations for the both of you to be as comfortable as possible on dates.

cyno might fuss over you a little too much. freaks out at the slightest mutter of "ouch" from you because he loves you. tries to slap a band-aid on you when your leg is clearly in need of resetting and suggests a doctor's visit when you sigh. things like that. to show him you're fine, you pick up a heavy crate he was supposed to check for illegal knowledge capsules and just. lift it over your head. cyno has a conniption. after you show him without a doubt that you're ok, he'll sheepishly admit he's over-worried. he knows you're capable, and now he knows you're strong. he just cares so, so much.

tartaglia is fucking ecstatic when you swipe the backs of his knees and send him flying when you spar. he was always worried about being too rough with you because of the potential of you getting seriously injured, but once you show off your strength he relaxes a lot more. he's still incredibly conscientious of your health, but...you might actually leave training with a bruise or two. also makes it clear to never hesitate to tell him the second something actually hurts. he's the king of making you a sushi roll in a blanket and plopping you down on his lap with a heat pad.

yae miko is a giggling mess when you tell her that people underestimate your strength. she's more astute than most, and despite your condition she is very aware from the start of your abilities. she knows how silly it is to judge based on appearances. on days the pain is extra awful she will bring you a bowl of tofu to share, content to sit with you and while the day away. hm? her duties? oh, please. nothing is more important to her than spending time with her beloved.

#baizhu #tartaglia #cyno #yae miko #baizhu x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #cyno x reader #yae miko x reader #house of daena #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x chubby reader #genshin x chubby reader #x reader

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 4 months

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I would pretty please like a hc about mc having agoraphobia and the m6 helping by chaperoning them outside of the house. thank you!!!

The Arcana Mini-HCs: MC with agoraphobia

~ I wrote these after doing some quick research, please feel free to correct any mistakes! I hope these bring you some comfort, anon :) ~

Julian: he's quick to tackle the medical side of things, steering you away from substances (like caffeine) that make anxiety worse and researching more about the disorder. since he's so tall, he likes to offer the space under his coat/cape as a safe place when you're out

Asra: they always want you to feel safe, but they also want you to see the world and are very good about checking in. he'll hold your hand the whole time you're out, rubbing your back when you start to feel anxious and whisking you home in a blink if it gets to be too much

Nadia: her first concern was making sure that the Palace could feel like a safe space for you as soon as possible (she'd like you to make it your home, after all!). she hides it, but she gets anxious in unfamiliar situations all the time and likes being able to provide you security

Muriel: he can relate to this way more than he wants to. he takes your feelings very, very seriously, especially since you were one of the main people who helped him start to work through his pain. he'll stick with you like glue while you face down your anxieties together

Portia: cannot relate at all. she's not questioning the validity of your feelings, but she would like a lot of explaining to help her understand. she never wants you to feel alone in this, and will help you get professional help and work on an anxiety plan for when you're out

Lucio: he started figuring it out when he noticed how closely you stuck to him through the magical realms. he knows the journeyman life is rough on you, and is super-extra protective as a result. you tell him what you need, MC, and he'll do whatever he can to give it to you

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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lick-me-lennon22 · 14 hours

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How they'd comfort you after you've been betrayed by your friends

(requested by anon, who's recently experienced something that would be difficult for anyone to cope with 💘 I hope I'm able to provide you with some comfort during this rough time 💕)

John

when you share this news with John, he reacts with a mix of empathy and righteous indignation

he is gutted for you and vengeful, channeling his protective instincts and offering to confront the betrayers on your behalf

he recommends some of the outlets he uses to handle his anger (most of them aren't exactly healthy, but he means well)

he suggests writing a song together as a form of catharsis, spouting silly lyrics full of jabs at your "friends"

John would plan a date and take you out to the pictures to see a nice feel-good film

he records your favorite songs and some affirmations (as well as a few silly jokes) on cassette for you to listen to on particularly rough days

You know what? Screw 'em. You're too good for that kind of nonsense. You're a gem and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve a spot in your life. It's their loss - not yours. Those so-called mates don't know what they're missing. And if you need me to kick some arse on your behalf, just say the word.

Paul

when you explain what's happened, Paul invites you to vent your frustrations over a few drinks or a cuppa

he adopts a gentle and reassuring tone, validating your emotions and reminding you of your strengths

he reassures you that what happened isn't your fault and that you've done nothing wrong

Paul would offer to arrange a small gathering or cozy night in with some friends and the other lads, complete with homemade food and lighthearted conversation

You invested a lot of trust and time in those relationships and you don't deserve to be hurt in such a way. It's beyond me how people can be so cruel, especially to someone as wonderful as you.True love, true friendship, they're built on a foundation of honesty and respect. Chin up, my dear. You're a beautiful soul with so much to offer. They're missing out on something truly special.

George

after you divulge what you've just been through, George shows you to a secluded spot - one where he often meditates - so you can vent in the privacy of nature and without feeling judged

has to tamp down his own frustration on your behalf - he knows people can be pretty unreliable, and he wants to guide you towards growth instead of resentment

he offers a reflective and philosophical perspective, telling you to have patience with yourself and set boundaries that honor your worth

he reminds you that sometimes these painful experiences can serve as catalysts for profound growth and self-discovery, and that karma has a way of taking care of things

George suggests exploring creative outlets and introduces you to some literature that will foster healing and help you take on a different perspective

Betrayal cuts deep, but it also reveals the true nature of those around us. You're not defined by the actions of others. The right people will be drawn to your radiance, and you're better off without that drama in your life. Trust that the universe has a way of aligning things in your favor and know that you're worthy of nothing less than genuine, unconditional love.

Ringo

as you vent your frustrations to Ringo, he offers a listening ear and shoulder to lean on without judgement

he provides constant reassurance and reminders of your worth and strength, making sure you know that the behavior of your "friends" says a lot more about them than it does about you

he tells you to focus on the present moment and emphasizes the importance relationship of self-care when it comes to healing

he'll lend his help with practical support such as running errands and helping with daily tasks, allowing you space to recover and take time for yourself

Ringo would suggest a spontaneous day trip or adventure to lift your spirits and create new memories

I know you've had a bit of a rough go lately, but you've got me to lean on. And I'm here to listen, to comfort, to support you in any way I can. You're strong, you're resilient, and you've got a whole lot of love to give. Rise above it - keep shining your light. Life's too short to give those pricks any more of your time. You're a treasure, love, and don't you forget it.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #beatles imagines #john lennon #john lennon x reader #john lennon imagines #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagines #paul mccartney #george harrison x reader #george harrison imagines #george harrison #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr imagines #richard starkey #headcanons #LMLBeatles

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carnal-lnstinct · 1 year

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Could you do a fic with 💘 realizing love with Vegeta on Namek with the 'enemies to I took care of you while injured to lovers' prompt? And have it be Vegeta who takes care of the reader and SFW? Please?

Vegeta | lovestruck

Anonymous asked: Hey! This is the Vegeta and injured reader on Namek anon, I forgot to add that I want the reader to be a normal human like Bulma and not a fighter, sorry! Thank you again! content: ( namek au, injured!human reader, established enemies/frenemies, wound patching, flirting, developing feelings ) warning: ( implied head injury, mentions of blood, reference needle / medical shot, referenced canon typical violence, referenced character deaths )

I just want to start a flame in your heart. - "I Just Want To Be The One You Love"

Gohan and Krillin had gone back and forth with the saiyan prince on who went into the healing tank first, Goku or you. Between the two of you, Goku had the most damage following the encounter with Ginyu, but yours were nothing to take lightly. You were human and by no means one able to manipulate ki like Krillin and the others, no treatment at all could be a slow and painful healing process even with the advanced alien medical supplies at hand. But Vegeta argued that Goku being the most useful should be the one to go first lest Frieza finally decides to return to catch you all short-handed and raise hell for all of you.

As you were slumped against the wall trying to stay on your feet, you finally spoke up. "N-No." Weighing the options before you, if you all wanted the chance to return home alive, then there was some truth in Vegeta's words. The tank was going to take longer to heal anyone, so Goku should be the one to heal up faster, as much as he can. "We'll need Goku, please let him heal in the tank. It's fine." Krillin seemed to hesitate but agreed, defeated with the stakes at hand. Goku was set up in the tank and the others were fitted in the battle armor provided by Vegeta for better protection against what remained. Krillin mentioned the elder namekian who surfaced their hidden power and suggested that he may be able to heal you as well. Though you were too weak to be moved and there was no guarantee that was an ability he had. Even being out in the open like that was risky with Frieza about. Krillin set out alone to check while Gohan went to stand guard, leaving you alone with your regrettably accepted ally and a healing Goku.

You managed to salvage what medical supplies you could and tried to balm and bandage yourself. Easing yourself into the only chair you started work on patching your swollen ankle. It burned like something was broken and hoped it looked worse than it actually was. No thanks to the stray energy blast you couldn't escape fast enough from. When you leaned over to inspect it, it felt like your eyes had crossed and the room spun in the opposite direction prompting you to sit back up, gathering your face in your hands with a soft whimper. You're not built for taking this kind of damage, it was a miracle for you to still be conscious after such an impact. Waiting for the ringing in your ears to subside, you took a deep breath and changed course, starting with your arm when the pair of white boots appeared in front of you.

You look to acknowledge the Saiyan Prince, seeing his mouth move and the words muffled in your ears as your head started to tilt over. He catches your head in both his hands making you look directly at him. It was hard for your eyes to stay focused on him, but you catch the wrinkle in his brow grow. Vegeta grumbles a few annoyed words to himself, pushing your chair closer to the wall so he could prop your head against it. Carefully guiding your head, he checks both your ears for signs of bleeding and then your nose. Lucky for you there was none, but he picked up on your dazed state watching you try to mend yourself and found the display pitiable. Second, of course, to his fellow saiyan currently in the recovery tank behind him.

"You earthlings have no idea what you've wandered into." Vegeta muttered contemptuously. What an earth woman of your power level was doing on the battlefield was the least of his concerns, but it had to be pointed out how stupid that was. Not that you caught his initial comment about your injuries to consciously respond. You and your fellows couldn't have picked a better time to come to this planet, he could do away with all his trifles in one place as soon as he gets his wish on the dragon balls. But unfortunately, he would have to rely on you all in one way or another until then.

You drifted in and out as Vegeta took over your patch-up, sharply snapping his gloved fingers in your face or, more harshly, pressing on painful spots to keep you alert so he knows you're not dying on him. Were you able to retreat from him you would. Despite what help he has been so far, it didn't compare to the damage he and his ally caused back on Earth and you're sure here on Namek too. But such thoughts carried a petty weight and it wouldn't save any of you now. Even for someone like him to take the time to help keep you alive, you managed to hold onto your consciousness a little longer. Annoyed, but alive to have that luxury.

"Thank you." You murmured genuinely through your daze, Vegeta lifting his eyes from his working hands to meet your gaze for only a moment. He sneered in response as he continued to work.

"I wouldn't thank me just yet, you know. This could be a complete waste of my time if your friends don't show up soon." He hints with a callous tone, a hard demeanor to maintain with such careful hands, and the white tips of his gloves smeared with blood from cleaning your wounds. But he is his nature, expecting a modest response to your gratitude was asking for much and you both knew you didn't have the energy to remark in kind. Doing this would also spare him the headache of the others fussing over your dead body if he just lets you die.

"For someone who worked for this Frieza person, you're a lot better than the others."

"Oh really, and what's that supposed to mean?"

What did you mean? Given the circumstances, Vegeta was more palatable than the rest of Frieza's henchmen you've encountered, for sure. The lesser of two evils, and all that. But maybe "better" was not the word you intended. Considering you've only known of his actions on Earth compared to his unprompted decision to help you was a little jarring, he was not what you expected. Your thoughts were all over your mind about it and body filled with too much pain to care about it too much. You give a weak shrug. "I guess... I dunno..." You want to fall asleep so badly. A tight pull on your bandages makes you wince, The Saiyan Prince chuckling to himself.

The last one to patch was up your sleeve, a wound the fabric wouldn't allow him to get to simply pushing it back. Moving through his efforts, Vegeta reached for the zipper of your flight suit and started to pull it down without a thought. Only when the sight of your revealed cleavage meets his gaze that he realizes what he's done and quickly zips you back up. You reopen your eyes and turn your gaze toward him, even your delayed reaction caught the sight of his wide eyes and flushing cheeks before he turned away from you.

Oh. So even the high and mighty Prince of Saiyans wasn't immune to an immodest moment. Honestly, if he had perverted intentions you wouldn't have noticed any in your state but a reaction that big couldn't be anything less of an innocent mistake. Still, to fluster the ruthless Vegeta with just the sight of your breasts hugged in your bra? It put a smile on your face, a soft giggle from behind your lips as you turn away with a light shade of flush in your own cheeks.

"W-What's so funny? I am patching your wounds, is all!" Vegeta quickly refutes any uncouth intent your mind may have conjured about him. His cheeks still glowing, but his scowl was certainly more feral. "Don't go implying any indecent behaviors from me or I'll leave you to struggle on your own, woman!"

"...(Y/n)." You corrected after laughing a little longer.

"What?"

"My name is (Y/n). Vegeta." He only grumped in response. You slightly adjust your posture and reach to undo your own zipper, Vegeta cautiously averting his gaze as you pulled it down just above your cleavage. The smothered sound of bubbles coming from the recovery tank reminds you that you are not alone, reeling in the temptation to fluster the Prince again. You were careful to remove your arm from your suit, then sunk back into your relaxed position.

"Did... Frieza tell you to come and kill our friends so he can have the dragon balls?" Your thoughts filtered out of your mouth without realizing it. Too late to take it back.

To your surprise, your freed arm is lifted back into his hands and you get a concise answer, "No."

"Oh...Then w-why you want'em?" You dared to ask feeling the frail hold on consciousness starts to slip away again. The cold touch of cleaning solution against your skin stops and Vegeta abruptly snatches his hands back.

"What's it to you?" He challenged. "I get my wish for immortality and the likes of you and even Frieza won't matter anymore. We're not going to be allies forever."

"Hmm...But you saw my boobs.." Thinking out loud again.

"I-!" Vegeta's face reddened in a mix of embarrassment and his own hot temper. He growled, then huffed weighing out his options. If he kills you now he loses all hope of getting his wish before Frieza. Instead, he stands up with a clenched fist and starts to pace back and forth. Your eyes follow him as much as you could before you were drifting off again. Vegeta lets you this time, restoring peace to himself. He stops in front of Goku's healing tank who appeared to be resting as well.

I'm taking back my birthright, Vegeta reflected. His destiny, so close to becoming tangible in his hands.

With another huff, somewhat calmer, Vegeta turns back to you. He approaches and flicks your nose to wake you back up. You blink a few times, vision struggling to focus on the Saiyan Prince and his familiar frown.

"What a pest. Don't go dying before your bald friend and the kid return." He warned, swiping up a needled syringe from the salvaged supplies and a small vile for pain management he found in his pacing.

"It's okay, Vege'... I won' leave you... If you're afraid..." You answered wearily, cracking a small smile. "Goku'll...save us when he arrives here." Vegeta rolls his eyes and filled the syringe with the liquid, promptly sticking it in your arm to give you a dose for your pain. A brief discomfort that like his bedside manners managed to recall your lucidity. Your other hand gently squeezed his wrist after he removed the needle, eyes seeming to wander before rolling into the back of your head as the nagging pains already started to dim. You let out a content moan, fingers slipping away from him as he moved to cast away the needle. He's really not so bad.

"Hey, I-If you're really...on our side for now...don't get my friends killed."

The Prince scoffed in response. A look of worry rose in your visage. You tilted your head in his direction. "Please... don't kill my friends."

You begged him, mercy asked of him before and denied for the thrill of slaughter. What made this any different when his destiny was on the line—What is one human's plea compared to the Namekians he took care of without hesitation or all those before who dropped dead at his feet? Your eyes softened on him, even heavy from exhaustion there was a twinkle in them that didn't go unnoticed. Drawing his focus into your gaze. "Please.."

Vegeta was unresponsive, staring over you from the gentle quiver of your pouted lips back up to your eyes. An anxious sensation ran through his chest, emptied it of its wholeness, and filled it with a bump of his heart warming the cage around it. Your hand reached for him again and his eyes appeared to widen as he impulsively withdrew from your reach, sneered at himself for doing so, and sharply turned away to hide his face from your eyes. He can't say why he retreated like that but somehow felt ridiculous for his unusual jumpiness.

"Stupid woman. They'll live as long as I need them to. You can imagine what happens after that." You blink slowly watching his backside, then close your eyes as the healing tank machinery and its bubbles filled the silence. A content hum vibrates behind your returned smile.

"You can buy me dinner."

#*MH4U #vegeta x reader #vegeta imagine #dbz imagine #dbz fics #My writing

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Can you do a companions react to a sole with poor fine motor skills that is really skilled in battle but can't do stuff like open can tabs or walk in a straight line or has trouble lile tying their shoes?

- Leaf anon 🌱

Cait; Wouldn't think much of it. She was an addict, she's known lots of other addicts, she's known raiders. People who's heads get messed with, either with substance or by getting hit too much. Fighting and shit like grabbing a door handle are different. Her worry is that they'd need their motor skills in a fight, or in a retreat...Cait would gripe about helping them with anything if they ask, but she can respect someone who's useful when it matters.

Codsworth; Would offer a hand whenever they looked like they needed it, but otherwise wouldn't comment or acknowledge it. It would feel very improper. They've got things handled most of the time, and if they aren't in pain, he doesn't need to worry. Would consult wasteland doctors if he felt they were legit, get their opinion, but Codsworth isn't the type to micromanage.

Curie; Worried mama hen. Curie would hover and possibly overstep. She means well, but if you don't want help with something, and don't need it, someone insisting they help is very 🙃🙃🙃. This is the first time I've used emojis in a react, only because I cannot describe the emotion those ones convey. Anyway. Curie would look into motor skills disabilities/in general in hopes of finding a way to remedy their struggles, make things easier. Some people might appreciate it, others would feel really patronized.

Danse; Would send them to Cade every time they returned to the Prydwen, just to check up on things. Obviously can't so that post BB. Danse has probably seen this before as well, but since he'd be traveling with them, he'd see it more and in different ways. Small corridor and they can't walk straight? His power armor is huge and lacks agility. They're bumping into each other. This would be an exercise in spacial awareness for him.

Deacon; one of the more worried ones. They're both spies. They need to be sneaking. You need to be able to move straight, pick locks, quickly type on keyboards. He's pleasantly surprised to see that Sole is still good at what they do, but there's always a little part of him waiting for that Chekov's Gun to go off. Also tends to hover around them, especially in hostile areas.

Gage; Don't let anyone know they have this issue and Gage is fine. Raiders will sniff that kind of thing out and get dollar signs for eyes. Walk straight the best you can, or play it off as a personality eccentricity. Don't say shit, don't go for soda in public. Very confused how they beat the Gaunlet. Very confused how they have such a high kill count. Will only help them out if its time-sensitive.

Hancock; Takes him...so long to notice. Not because he's high, he just fully doesn't realize it. He spends time around alcoholics and chemheads. Like Cait, that's just...normal for him? Hancock will offer help with some things, and still not notice what kind of help he's actually providing. He'll realize out of the blue one day and barge into the room asking if they have problems, just to make sure he's right.

MacCready; As long as he's the sniper, there's no reason to worry. If they start eyeing scopes to add to their guns, he might sweat a little. If they're a pickpocket type, he's just sweating. Pickpocket, sweating bullets. This would turn MacCready off crime, watching them try to sneak whatever from someone's pocket, when just three minutes ago, they had to bite their bag's zipper. Leave the precision stuff to him. Please. Please for the love of god.

Nick; Look at either of his hands. He probably doesn't have such great motor skills there, either, purely because he's just so old and banged up. This is a major source of bonding. Nick is the least likely to have any worry or concern for them; he gets around fine, so can they.

Preston; Second longest to notice. Faster than Hancock, but it still long enough for him to wonder if they were always like that, or if they're injured in some way. His concern comes before combat—they fight just fine, its the getting ready. Flicking their safety off, getting the gun out, reloading. Preston tends to go in front, so they have some time to prepare before they get into the action.

Piper; Like Preston, worries about transitional periods. Downtime, they're fine, firefight, they're fine. But those little moments in between, oooh, does Piper worry. Piper will keep count of how many bullets they use and let them know to reload, switch to something else, etc. Basically tracks all the info around, gets it to them so they have a few extra seconds to think and fiddle with whatever they have to.

X6-88; They are forbidden from heights. They are to remain at least ten feet away from more than a three-foot drop. Area too small? Understood, we're not going there, we're leaving. No, I don't care who asked for what. X6-88 hates heights as is. Someone pirouetteing their way off an edge is not happening. He truly does not care about anything else. Can't open things? Whatever. Bad with precision? Whatever. You can't walk straight, you are not going near ladders, bridges, scaffolding, cliffs, maybe even stairs if he thinks they're too tall.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #robert joseph maccready #x6-88 #porter gage #codsworth

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ghoultrifle · 7 months

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Hello! Can I request 108 from the smut prompt thing? Any pairing!

108: “come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”

Dew/Phantom virginity kink with a bit of praise thrown in for good measure (2.2k words)

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I transmasced your Dew for you (clit, cunt, tiny dick, cock used), hope that’s ok! Also an homage to the sexual awakening that was the sex workers in GTA V. (and while I refer to Phantom as young, he is of course a ghoul of age)

“Hey sweetie, want a ride?” Phantom overheard from the TV’s speakers. Dew was playing a video game about stealing cars, he thinks. “Fuck yeah I do!” The fire ghoul responded in anticipation as he pressed the controller and an uncanny woman with a robotic walk climbed into the car on screen. There was some shuffling as the woman climbed atop the character Dew was controlling and they started to moan. The camera cut to a view of the car rocking while the screen continued to emit the most egregious sounds. Phantom was otherwise occupied trying his best to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, “He ate how many oranges on Friday?!” But he never found out what else the creature ate as he began to focus on the lewd sounds now blaring in the room. The quintessence ghoul shifted in his seat. Looking down he could see, and feel, his trousers beginning to tent. Phantom was very new to his topside vessel and wasn’t exactly in tune with all the appendages. Unlike the others, he was the only male spawned in his summoning so there was no one else to experiment and learn with.

Sure his dick had kicked up in the morning, and sometimes it was wet but it never happened during the day and it never felt like this. The idea of sexual organs being one and the same with organs excreting waste was not one that existed in the pit; sex didn’t involve specific parts and it sure as hell didn’t involve the piss organ. Phantom couldn’t decide if what he was feeling was pain or pleasure, surely his brain got fried during his summoning because his body must be telling him something’s wrong yet he wants the feeling to continue.

The nervous ghoul’s voice betrayed him as he half-moaned half-hissed when his hand brushed over the sensitive, clothed cock. The sex scene long gone, Dew looked over from the tank he was driving into traffic to see a whimpering, dishevelled Phantom looking horrified at his very noticeable erection. The older ghoul knew the other had been struggling to adjust topside but thought someone must’ve shown him the ropes of his new vessel by now, clearly he was mistaken and what a beautiful mistake it was.

Dew was the one shifting in his seat now, feeling a damp spot starting to form; he so desperately wanted to show Phantom the time of his life, show him just how much fun human bodies are, work him all the way up and watch him blissfully come down. “Hey Ant, you OK?” he asked with just a tinge of an ulterior motive. The quintessence ghoul whimpered in reply, covering his eyes in embarrassment and pointing at the bulge, he sulks, “‘m I dying, Dewy? It feels so weird.” Dew shudders at the nickname, no longer able to debate the ethics of what he’s about to do.

“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” Dew offered, grinning at the new summon. Phantom was confused, Dew closely guarded his room as a temple for lovers and nothing else. In Phantom’s first days topside, he had accidentally entered the fire ghoul’s room (Swiss was not the best at teaching him how to read) and was met with a ferocious roar to get out! So why Dew would invite him to his room was a mystery, perhaps Aether left a healing remedy there?

Phantom nervously followed Dew to his room, wincing with each step providing the friction he felt so guilty about enjoying. The fire ghoul’s room was a sight to behold, dark walls illuminated by candles the ghoul no doubt lit with his magick, and a large bed that carried a sense of grandiose with its ebony headboard; red sheets contrasting with the dark wood. Dew asked the quivering ghoul to lock the door behind him, now Phantom was really worried, scrunching his eyes in concern: Was he possessed? Was Dew about to perform an exorcism? What was so bad that he had to be locked in a room?

Upon opening his eyes he was met with a stark naked fire ghoul stepping into a harness of some sort. I hope we’re not about to go rock climbing, Phantom thought to himself, still scared of heights after his summoning went awry. His eyes went wide when he saw Dew attach what looked like a dick to the harness, it looked so realistic; perhaps they were meant to be detachable and that’s why Phantom’s is feeling so odd. The young ghoul’s cock was still kicking in his trousers, forming a barely noticeable wet spot at the front. Whatever Dew was about to show him, he hoped and prayed to Satan below that it would fix his problem.

“What are you waiting for, baby bat? Clothes off and come over, need to show you a good time.” Phantom only tilted his head in response, prompting Dew to explain. “Has this really never happened before, bug?” He shakes his head, tears forming as the worry builds, “You’ve never hooked up with anyone topside, or even tugged yourself off?” Phantom gives another look of bewilderment and Dew can only respond with a look of hunger tinged with sympathy, tonight is going to be mind-blowing for the young ghoul.

Dew walks over and waves vaguely at Phantom’s boner then back at his strap, bobbing from the movement, “This is what happens when human vessels are horny and they want to make love. It’s completely normal and I’m going to take care of it for you, if you don’t mind?” he asks lovingly, gently cupping Phantom through his trousers as his own strap knocks into the taller ghoul’s thighs. Phantom nods as he moans into the touch, a sense of relief at the friction and Dew finally telling him everything’s alright. He also feels a hint of apprehension; what if he’s not good enough, what if he doesn’t know what to do, what if this is some big joke by Dew to rile him up and leave him high and dry?

The fire ghoul can sense his worry and reaches up to kiss Phantom, neck craning up as he tenderly strokes him through his trousers, determined to make his first orgasm his best. Phantom nearly doubles over at the stimulation, Dew catching him and guiding him towards the bed, “Undress and lay down for me, honey, on your back. Want to see your beautiful face.” The fire ghoul whispers as he positions himself at the bottom of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube and warming it with his ever-fiery palms, the last thing he needs is to scare the newbie away.

As Dew slicked up a finger and slowly teased Phantom’s exposed ring, the younger ghoul mewled, impatient and once again confused that his other waste organ was being used for sex. Confusion quickly melted into pure desire as Dew let a finger slip in, curling it and exploring the walls of the writhing ghoul. It wasn’t long before Phantom was a whimpering mess as Dew had two, then three fingers inside him, scissoring and occasionally brushing just past his prostate. The quintessence ghoul keened under the touch whining for more as he pushed back into the fire ghouls hot fingers. Dew could feel his own slick running down his legs as he took in the sight before him, writhing like a wild beast to be tamed, for Dew to own. He not-so-gracefully ground his dick against the mattress, anything to get some friction on his rock-hard clit.

“Such a good boy for me, Ant, taking my fingers so well, aren’t you hmm?” Dew whispered into his ears. Phantom cried out as Dew realised he’d found exactly what makes the new bug tick and boy was he happy to indulge. He pulled out, the young ghoul whining at the cold air now hitting his hole. “Gonna put my cock in you now darling, be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Phantom nodded like a puppy as Dew lined his sizeable cock up with the winking hole and pushed in inch-by-inch. When he bottomed out he reached forward to pull Phantom into a tantalisingly hot kiss, moving down to mark the young ghoul as his.

Dew begins to thrust into Phantom at a steady pace, his own cunt dripping now as the toy rocked against his tiny dick. The quintessence ghoul looked down at Dew, moaning as the cock hit his prostate over and over again, sweat running down the fire ghoul’s face, silky blond hair sticking to it, looking thoroughly fucked out. Phantom is unsure what to do with his hands, previously lying by his side, he’s too pent up to keep still now.

Dew thinks Phantom is just being a good boy for him, waiting for permission to touch himself, until he remembers, he’s never touched himself, he doesn’t know how to do it. The thought has him thrusting even faster as Phantom cants his hips up so Dew hits the spot that makes him feel so fuzzy inside.

The fire ghoul grins as he sputters out between moans, “Ah fuck, Phant you know you can touch ahh your dick, right?” Phantom begins to poke himself exploratively almost as one would knead focaccia, and yeah it feels alright but, “What’s all the fuss about, Dewy? Doesn’t feel as good as you do.”

“Oh baby bat you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Dew grunts staving off his orgasm in the pursuit of Phantom’s own, “Here, like this. Put your hand over mine OK?” Dew asks so sweetly one could forget he was balls deep in the younger ghoul, as he clasps a fist around Phantom’s weeping cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him whine a litany of ghoulish expletives. Phantom’s eyes glaze over as Dew guides his hand over his own, fist moving up and down in time with the fire ghoul’s thrusts.

Now Phantom gets it, this is what the piss organ was really made for, the piss bit was just an accessory (it was, in fact, not just an accessory, as he later found out in a very wet session with Rain). He could feel something building, the pleasure increasing and he kinda did need to pee, why are humans so weird? he thought. Looking down he could see his cock continually leaking a slick, whitish fluid as both of their hands worked him up and down, “Fuck Dew, stop, needa aahhh, needa pee.” Phantom hurriedly said, worried for his bladder. “It’s alright baby, you’re not gonna piss yourself, just keep going and I promise what’s coming is so much better.” Dew hinted lovingly as he continued to jackhammer into Phantom, close himself.

It doesn’t take much, Dew’s surprised the new ghoul has lasted this long with the pressure of two hands stroking his cock and a dick in his pretty little ass. “You’re nearly there my brave boy, you can take it from here, just keep going.” The fire ghoul encourages as he cautiously removes his own hand from Phantom’s dick, instead placing the quintessence ghoul’s nipple between his finger and thumb deftly rolling it beneath them.

Phantom feels it, he’s going to piss himself. He decides to trust Dew, why would he lie to him after being so tender all evening? So as the older ghoul pinches his nipple, he continues to stroke himself, gasping at the feeling of his own cock beneath his calloused fingers. Almost in an instant it hits him, divine pleasure. Phantom scrunches his eyes shut as he writhes and shouts, cum spurting from his spent cock onto his stomach as he works himself through it, Dew still thrusting albeit at a slowed pace. The fire ghoul eventually slows to a stop, as does Phantom’s hand, overstimulation quickly setting in as the younger ghoul whines.

“You did such a good job for your first time, such an amazing fuck,” Dew giggled as he pulled out, “stay there, I’ll be right back” he promised as he walked over to the bathroom undoing the harness as he walked, quickly reappearing with a wet rag in his hand.

“Mmm that was so good, thanks Dewy.” Phantom called out. “See, bug, you didn’t piss yourself, huh?” Dew chuckles as he brings a washcloth to Phantom’s midriff, “Although if you’re into that I’m sure Rain would indulge.” He smirks. The new ghoul’s interest is piqued, but that’s a thought for another time.

Once Dew had delicately cleaned every inch of his and Phantom’s body, he joined the quintessence ghoul in bed, curling himself around Phantom's back. Suddenly a realisation hit the inexperienced ghoul, “Dewy, you didn’t spurt out the white stuff, did you not get the good feeling like I did?” He asked worriedly, how could he have been so selfish? “Oh bug, my anatomy isn't quite the same as yours, but no I didn’t have an orgasm. That doesn’t matter though, I got to see you have your very first and that means so much more to me than you could ever imagine.” Phantom can feel the older ghoul smiling into his shoulder, “You can always pay me back another day, hmm? Let’s call it a date!” He continues, genuinely enamoured by the younger ghoul’s self awareness, “But I’m sleepy now and I’m sure you must be too.” Phantom can only manage a hum of approval and a nod before he’s dozing off with Dew’s arms wrapped around him, his personal hot water bottle.

Just felt like putting winking hole in there to piss people off :) /lh

Speaking of piss, phantom is definitely into it and will find that out another time but for the minute let’s just revel in the bliss of him getting the piss/pleasure wires crossed during his first time and how that shapes his entire sexual identity for the rest of his life.

Also the tenses are almost certainly all over the place but just roll with it ok?

(requests are open if you want more or if you have any other ideas!)

#whoever coined baby bat i love you so much #phantom is clueless #dew has a thing for the inexperienced #it's a match made in hell #phantom never got to finish reading the very hungry caterpillar :(#piss boy phantom #trifle writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #dew/phantom #spicy tag #thank you anon #virginity kink #trans ghouls #trans dew #trifle answers

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chaotic-vibes-only-please · 2 years

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Hope you're well! Stupid request, but if you would want to, some of the creeps with an SO with really bad period cramps? Like vomiting and not moving and being very irritable for several days haha, with Liu, Toby, EJ and Cody/X-Virus?

Liu, Toby, EJ, and Cody/X-Virus With An S/O Who has severe Period Cramps

A/N: There are no stupid requests! Bad cramps suck so much and for anyone going through a rough time with them take care of yourself! Relax, stay hydrated, and eat! ✨️ I remember when EJ drinking period blood was all my anons would talk about 💀 Here you go babe, a bit late, but I hope you like it🍵

Warnings: Mentions of menstruation and periods, just fluff and comfort though <3

Liu

Liu would hold your hair back while you were throwing up from the horrible pain. He will stay up with you during the night because you won't be able to sleep

The support he has for you is unconditional. He would be freaking out at first because-yes, he knows some of the basics about menstruation, but he never knew cramps could get this bad

You have to reassure him you aren't dying over and over again because Liu doesn't think that the pain is normal.

Cooks for you, gets you snacks for your cravings, makes sure you don't have to get out of bed for anything other than moving to the bathroom.

Liu will be there at your beck and call. If you need anything- and I mean anything, you best believe he will deliver.

As for your irritability, he can handle it the best. Liu just brushes it off, he’s mature enough to know you don’t mean to be annoyed . He'll be just as sweet to you as ever before, regardless of how you may take out your frustrations on him

Basically, Liu is the embodiment of golden retriever boy energy and will be there for you the entirety of the seven days.

Eyeless Jack

Jack is always prepared. He's a medical expert. Heating pads, pain killers, water to keep you hydrated, healthy food, you name it, he has it. Also, he keeps a stack of pads, tampons, or whatever you use for menstruation in the medical supply closet. You're in good hands.

But, he will get over cautious since your pain is so bad. He takes a calmer approach then Liu. Jack will monitor you closely, specifically your vitals like your blood pressure because he doesn't want it getting too high or else he'll have to administer some medicine

Gives the best damn cuddles you could ever ask for. Jack is a big teddy bear. He will be whatever you want. Big spoon or little spoon.

He will massage your lower abdomen to help make the cramps more bearable.

Jack will also provide you a bucket to throw up in so you won't have to keep running to the bathroom to do so. Also cleans it out for you

As for your mood swings, Jack is a bit petty, but for the most part doesn't mind it. If anything he only sees you as a feisty kitten in pain and is patient a majority of the time. But if you're a little too cranky towards him, he'll become a bit sassy and show it through little comments about your "Mood",

Toby

He had a sister, he knows what to do. Still, as all the others, he will be very concerned. Toby will try to distract you from the pain with your favorite movies or T.V. shows.

Or he'll ramble on about his day and missions he'd gone on that week to take your mind off of things. He'll make sure your shared bed is made and ready for you to hunker down on with tones of blankets/pillows.

Toby will try to make you as comfortable as possible. He absolutely hates seeing you in so much pain.

Although he can't cook or bake, Toby would personally go out and get whatever junky fast food you crave.

Toby would also get you any menstrual products you need. He's surprisingly probably the most calm about this then the others because of his experiences with Lyra.

Picks up doing chores and housework so that you can stay laying down and relaxed. Won't make you lift a single finger. Similar to Liu, he'd stay by your side as much as he can.

Toby may get his feelings a little hurt when you seem more distant and irked at everything. You'll have to remind him it isn't his fault, you're just in an overwhelming amount of agony and you truly do not mean to be so aggressive

Cody/X-Virus

Cody is downright scared for you. Like, he's the most worried and frantic. He will be the equivalent to a chaotic mess. Yes he knows what a period is, but he never thought that they were this extreme much like Liu.

This man will spoil you with everything and anything to make up for the torturous week . Even after your period is over he will make sure to take you out the day you feel 100% again.

Cody has the least experience with this kind of thing, so try to be patient. He only wants to help. You'll have to inform him on your needs and he will do whatever you need him to do.

The good thing is that he is a fast learner. He will literally take off work to help you out. Cody doesn't feel comfortable with leaving you alone at all in such a state. The man will be glued to your side. If you want some space, he still won't be far.

He will shower you in lots of affection and love. Kisses, cuddles, hugs, you name it.

The clingyness comes from his worry for you. It may get on your nerves, but still be gentle with him. He's really trying his best. You can count on Cody to come through with any of your requests.

Cody won't even be aware about your irritability, he's too worried about you to even see that you are!

Does little things for you like lighting lovely scented candles in your room, fetching you things you need because you can't get up, tucking you in, ect.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #Cody #x virus x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby

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