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grugruel · 19 days

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His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

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Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth when he ought to–and continued, 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

#fallout #fallout smut #cooper howard #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x you #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x female reader #cooper howard fanfic #the ghoul #the ghoul smut #fallout imagine #fallout fanfic #fallout x reader #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fanfic #the ghoul imagine

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jungwondazed · 1 month

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dark content 18+ only. / pervy step brother jungwon

warnings: step siblings kink

you sneakily walk past his room but his eyes catch yours as he sits at the edge of his bed.

"hey, ____." you hear as you're right past his door, mentally face-palming yourself for not being able to keep your eyes forward. maybe if you weren't so nosy.

clearing your throat, you take a few steps back and turn your body towards his room, and he motions you to come in.

"can i help you with anything?" he asks with both his brows slightly raised in mockery.

a red warmth creeps onto your cheeks and you try everything in you to look at everything but his face.

"n-no" your voice is a bit squeakier than usual, and later when you look back on this moment you regret not fleeing for the nearest exit.

he softly laughs at your weak response and motions you to come closer to him. standing in between his legs with his eye level to your midriff was entirely inappropriate, and you pray to the heavens no one walks in on this moment, because you would be at a loss for what to explain.

jungwon softly tugs at the bottom of your oversized knit sweater, pulling at a loose string that should've been cut ages ago. it was a dorky sweater and frankly, it was hitting you how ridiculously dressed you were. far from appealing and way too modest for a spring day in april.

he runs his eyes up and down your choice of clothing, frowning a bit as if he was a designer adjusting his mannequin.

"does this not fit you right?" initially tugging at the bottom he then pulls your sweater so that you're now just inches away from his face.

he brings his hands to grope the sides of your waist, then flattens his palm to feel your stomach through the chunky knit material and you gasp at his sudden handsiness.

"i just don't think this was good top to wear today, ____, here let me take a look at it some more," his eyes are darting everywhere on your upper body and it makes your face heat in extreme embarrassment. and you remember that you ditched a bra today because 'no one would be able to tell if you were wearing one anyways' through a thick ugly sweater, but the way his eyes stare right at where you're self-conscious about, you're certain you were wrong.

he's fondling you now, massaging your breasts through the fabric and you weakly moan at his rough hands. please please let no one walk in right now please.

jungwon lifts the bottom of the sweater up, slowly bringing his face in to press against your stomach, closing his eyes as he inhales on your skin, like a sick and perverted fucker. he nearly groans at your scent before pressing his lips against your skin. peppering sloppy pecks at the middle, to your lower abdomen, and back up towards your waist.

"way better off without this sweater," he breathes out the words in between his kisses, flattening his tongue against your skin and licking you all over your stomach now. it was vulgar, and he was disgusting with his licks, wet smacking sounds filling the room as he made out against it.

he sticks out his tongue to trace you with just his tip, bringing it out towards the side of your waist and up towards-

"oh, ____, you did this just for me didn't you?" his hands are holding the fabric right at your breasts, exposing just the underside of it, bringing the tip of his tongue to lick at whatever skin was revealed.

you throw your head back in sensitivity, fists clenched at your sides as you barely handle what he's giving you.

footsteps are heard down the hall and he immediately lowers your sweater, swiping his mouth with the back of his palm and gently pushing you back.

"ah there you guys are!" your father just makes it in the door frame as you stumble back on your steps.

jungwon gives a polite wave to your dad, and your eyes are glued to the floor, mind reeling and breathing labored from whatever the hell just happened.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha smut #jungwondazedjungwon #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut

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megumishotgf · 5 months

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more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

#jjk x reader #mha x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #katsuki x reader #toji x reader #jjk fic recs #jjk drabbles

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whorekneecentral · 6 months

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Ugliest Sweater Wins

Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jude is complaining, might have called him jube in here instead of jude - forgive me, luka and vanja cameo!, ugly sweaters, faking illness, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), breeding kink, creampie, jude still has to wear his ugly sweater.

Word Count: 1,589

Author's Note: surprise, surprise - this one is also for pooks. for all you jude fuckers, this one's for y'all :)

merry smutmas series

Jude is invited to Luka’s Christmas party, an ugly Christmas sweater party to be exact. It took a bit of convincing but you got him to go.

He had left it up to you.

The man was too busy with training and matches to pick out a sweater so you had the final decision. Knowing how picky your boyfriend was, you picked out a few of them; all of them equally as ugly as the other.

"Babe," he groans, sitting on the bed. "These are all so ugly."

You laughed, looking at him in the mirror as you fixed your hair. "It is an ugly Christmas sweater party, Jude."

"Yeah, but this ugly? This is a crime," he lifts a green sweater to show you. There's tinsel and bells on the sleeves, some cheesy Christmas caption in the ugliest font imaginable printed along the front.

You bite back a laugh, turning around to face your boyfriend. "You're the one that accepted the invite, Jude. If it were up to me, we'd be back home by now but we can't not go."

It was known amongst the Real Madrid players that Luka and his wife, Vanja, held a holiday party every year. Apparently there were a few themes in rotation, that way people didn't get bored and this year's theme was ugly Christmas sweaters.

Jude had graciously accepted the invite on behalf of both of you, having you rearrange your flights back to England just so you'd be in Madrid for the party and now he doesn't even want to go.

"Okay fine, but you couldn't have picked a less ugly sweater? This one makes noise," he makes a face of disgust when the sweater jingles as he picks it up, making you laugh. He groans again when he sees your sweater. "Yours isn't even that ugly!"

To be fair, you did pick out the ugliest sweater you could find in the store for him. Jude had pissed you off earlier in the week and you figured it was payback for what he had done. Your sweater was fairly okay, it's bright green with the grinch on it - a favourite of yours. Not so much ugly as it was funny.

"Can you not just tell Luka I'm sick?"

"After you made me change our flights? No, you're going."

"Ugh!" He pulls the pillow over his face. "Babe, come on. Do me this one solid."

"No!" You laughed, "I'm not gonna lie to Luka, he's too nice - I'd feel bad."

You joined him on the bed, sitting next to him as you pulled the pillow off of his face. Jude is all pouty, giving you his best attempt at puppy eyes, hoping you'd give in and let him stay home or at the very least, not wear such an ugly sweater.

"I'm gonna be bullied, is that what you want?" He pouts, trying to make you feel bad.

"A little friendly bullying never hurt anyone," you pat his cheek, pulling him to sit up. Jude rolls his eyes, leaning into you. You give the man a kiss, hoping it'll get him to change his mind.

"Do I really have to wear it?"

You nod, "you do."

Jude looks like you had kicked his puppy, the man pouting in hopes that you'd give in. "What can I do to get you to get dressed? Shall I remind you that you were the one that accepted the invite?" You look at the man hanging onto you and he shrugs.

It takes him a few moments but he perks up, a mischievous smile on his face. "Hmmm," his index finger taps his chin a few times. "I wonder what you can do to get me to go and wear this ugly thing without complaining?" Jude pulls you to him, his hand resting on your ass.

Your brows furrow, "did you just.. blackmail me into having sex with you?"

Jude shakes his head, "I'd never do such a thing but out of curiosity.. did it work?"

It's your turn to shake your head, laughing before leaning in to kiss him. Jude pulls you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass as you kiss down his jaw to his neck.

"I thought you said it didn't work." He mumbles and you pull back a bit, looking at him. "Did you hear those words come out of my mouth, Jude?"

The man shakes his head, watching as you get off of his lap and shifting onto the floor, between his legs. He smiles as he looks at you, watching as you undo his pants. It takes him a second to register what was happening, grabbing your hands to stop you.

"What?" You looked up at him.

"Can you take off that sweater, please?" He makes a face and you laugh. "What ? The grinch ain't doing it for you?" You asked, making him snort with laughter.

"Shut up, please." He laughs and reaches down, pulling on it. You let him take it off of you, tossing it behind him somewhere. He’s a step ahead of you, tugging his pants down a bit before you even get there.

“Eager?” You glance up at him, biting back a smile.

“Always.” He winks, making you laugh.

No matter the situation or how serious, you two found a way to have a laugh and sex was no different.

Jude tosses a pillow on the floor for you and you move to kneel on it which gives you a little more height as you lean forward.

Your mouth open, tongue open and Jude bites back a groan; doesn’t matter how many times he sees you like that, you look perfect every time.

He lets you take him in your mouth, hand wrapping around what can’t fit. He watches as you bob up and down, he pulls your hair from your hair so he can see you and so it doesn’t get in the way.

You looked up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.

His hand rests on your head when you hollow your cheeks, he pushes you down a little more to take all of him.

You never disappoint him, especially not now.

“God,” he breathes, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, “you’re perfect.”

The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster. Jude’s hips buck, your nose brushing against him. "Fuck- okay," he breathes, pulling you off of him.

"Why'd you-"

"C'mere." He pulls you up, pushing you over the side of the bed.

"Someone's found their voice hm?" You teased and Jude rolled his eyes, pinching your hip which made you wiggle away from him.

You’re on your hands and knees, your boyfriend behind you. The rest of your clothes were tossed somewhere on the floor and the tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. You fall forward into the bed, your face buried in the mattress as he sets the pace.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he didn’t like your attitude without actually saying it.

Jude wanted to hear you.

He pulls you up by your hair, your back arched and his hand now on your chin. “C’mon baby, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. An arm wrapped around your torso, his big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Jude lets you fall back onto the bed, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

Your moans are muffled by the fact that your face was buried in the sheets. His thrusts are rough, his hips digging into your ass with each one.

He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew you were about to cum and he already denied you once, he didn’t have the heart to do it again.

You were close enough that you could taste it, a few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, his name falling from your lips. The way you were clenching around him causes him to follow behind you, the man falling onto your back.

The two of you are laying there, Jude on top of you still and you let out a laugh.

"What?" He asks, rolling off of you. You shake your head, smiling at him. Your phone rang on the nightstand, which interrupted the two of you.

You reach over, answering it. "Hello? Yeah, of course we're coming! Yeah we can, just send me the address. No worries," you smiled, talking to whoever was on the phone. "Okay bye."

"Who was it ?" He asks, watching as you get redressed.

"Vanja," you tell him, checking your makeup in the mirror. "We have to pick up the cookies from the bakery on the way over.

"Sooo.. do I have to wear the-" "The sweater? Yes, you do."

"Oh, man. You don't love me," he says, making you laugh. You hold his jaw, kissing him. "I love you, even if you're wearing a hideous sweater."

"Fine, only if you do that thing with your tongue when we get home tonight."

"Keep it in your pants, Jude." You laughed, "but sure. Now c'mon, we're gonna be late."

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aryxchse · 29 days

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hello!

i see ur requests are open so i have one (potentially) if ur willing to write it!!

yk how we get some glimpses into a dark percy jackson in the HoO series when he’s protecting annabeth… what if we got some of that for jason grace? potentially like the reader, she’s threatened by a minor god or monster or anything, so jason kinda goes unhinged? maybe like, he takes the air out of the opposing party’s lungs or anything else kinda unhinged?

i hope any of this makes sense lol thank uuuuu

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dangerous storms / jason grace x female! reader.

a / n : I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING BECAUSE WHY THIS MAN HASN'T BEND SOMEONES OXYGEN ALREADY???

warnings : jason grace's angry self, airbending type of shit, cursing, DANGEROUS JASON I REPEAT DANGEROUS JASON!!

jason grace was a calm man.

he was rational, he would think before he act and he never made a move with his feelings. call it him being roman, or his father being literally the king of the gods, or maybe him growing up with a wolf raising him. jason grace was always the type to show his powers through strategic thinking.

well, everyone has boundries right?

he had a thin line in between destroying one thing or everything when it camed to you. if you're fine, then no one has to fear for anything. if you're okay, safe and healthy, no one has to panic.

but if it's the other way, than everyone should pray. even the non-believers. because jason grace can be scary and intimidating when he wants to. and he's so damn good at it.

things weren't supposed to go this way. you weren't supposed to get kidnapped by some giant. the plan wasn't this way, then why, why we're you in danger?

jason stopped being rational. his brain only said 'why, why, why' for like, an hour now. jason wasn't thinking straight. jason wasn't thinking.

"jason, we're gonna save her," piper tried to charmspeak him, but it didn't worked. the girl who put gaia back in sleep, couldn't calm down the son of jupiter.

percy jackson, who was feared by most monsters, demigods and even gods, was afraid how jason acted at the moment. but he didn't judged, he knew he would act the exact same way if something happened to annabeth. which, he did.

he was the only one who would go down with him if he asked. boundries we're boundries, and percy knew that very well.

"jason, we can make a plan." piper tried again. she was trying from the moment they got you. but it wasn't working and she started to get anxious.

"yeah, man. she's strong, she could be on her way back here even-" leo tried his best too. he couldn't recognise his best friend right now. he should've been like percy, who wasn't judging jason's madness and ready to go down with him. but he couldn't—it was like leo meeting jason for the first time, again.

"i already have a fucking plan." jason snapped, but he was quiet. which, it didn't help with the gang's fear. "and you guys are not involved."

"you sure?" percy asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "my hands been itchy these days, and riptide is no better."

jason wanted to smile, but his situation didn't allowed. instead, he softened his gaze, just a bit. "thanks, but i'll handle it myself. it's my war now."

percy nodded, giving a look at the team. 'if someone wants to stop him, they have to go through me.'

"go get em', tiger." he joked. and jason flied away, not answering.

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you would fight for your life if you weren't hanging up by the chains on your wrists. your feet we're dangling in the air, and arms hurting from carrying all your weight. the sick giants put some fancy greek dress on you, making your hair prettier while you were unconscious.

the giant fucking fell in love with you, and it certainly did not liked jason.

jason. we're was he? what happened to him?

well, you we're about to find out.

"oh dear," the ugly beast purred, his big hands finding your tiny body. you disgusted, squirming under his touch to get away. but it was no use.

"you'll be all mine once i make the potion." he rambled, drool on his chin that showed you how hungry he was for you.

"in your fucking dreams." you spat, eyes shooting daggers. you we're jason's girl, and your own person, most importantly. "i'm already taken."

the giant growled, mixing the sound with his sick laugh. "that jupiter boy? he got nothing compared to me sweetheart!" he yelled and his voice echoed through the big cave. where we're you, even? "he has to kill me to get you!"

"be careful what you wish for." the sound made you melt instantly. how was he able to find you? well, you didn't cared to be honest. he was here.

jason's eyes we're nothing like before. it was like his own eyes had their storms and thunders. one part of you we're amazed, while the other got scared. you knew he wouldn't even touch you if it ever hurt you, but you we're scared for him. not from him. for him doing something he'll regret for the rest of his life in order to protect you.

but, jason seemed to not give a damn.

"you tiny little demigod! you have no chance against me, you don't even have a god next to you to kill me!" he yelled, leaving you dangling in the air again. you wanted to call jason's name, but your voice muffled through the lightning.

"i don't fucking need a god," jason hissed, taking position. "i'll send you tartarus myself."

it all happened quickly. jason was so fast, unlike the big giant trying to capture and kill him. he was like a lightning himself, moving in light speed. there was a blonde thing moving, and you couldn't understand if it was his hair or sword. also there was little lightning sparkles that helped you figure him better.

then, the next thing you knew, jason was on top of the beast's face. he quickly called a lightning before stabbing his sword into the giants eye. it growled, but didn't falled.

"this is what you take for hurting my girl. my loved ones." jason said, his free hand going up in the air. you thought he was gonna make the giant eat some lightning, but it didn't go that way.

"remember my name in tartarus," he flied up again, taking a large air with him. the beast suddenly started to choke, holding it's neck desperately. "and make sure your friends does too."

it was the last thing giant heard before falling down, his oxygen flying in the air and dissapearing. jason immediatly flied towards you, cutting your chainst and holding you by the waist before you fall.

"jason," you breathed out, crying. you couldn't believe what you just have witnesses, but you figured it was the best to not mention. you we're happy that you we're safe now, in his arms.

"baby," he panted, hugging you so tight. you guys slowly landed on the ground, jason still clinging on you. "thank gods you're alive."

"i got scared," you admitted. normally, you would rather die than admit someone you're scare. but it was your jason, who could you tell if you're not gonna tell him? "he was gonna- jason, he was gonna make me one of them."

"shh baby it's okay," he cupped your face, his own tears matching you. but he had a smile, a smile that appeared once you we're in his arms. "i'm here. no one's touching you ever again okay? i'm here." he gently wiped your tears away, kissing you after.

you relaxed the moment your lips met, but it wasn't very long until you both heard footsteps again. jason quickly picked you up in bridal style, flying away from the little crack of the cave.

later that day, you both layed together in his quarters at argo ii. everyone decided that they shouldn't ask questions, like they didn't asked percy and annabeth after they got back from the tartarus.

even coach hedge let you snuggle eachother, because he saw how hurt jason was. he needed you for his own sake, to stay sane.

jason was the child of storm after all, he knew how to be scary when he wanted to. he kept it all inside when you we're near and safe. but if something slightly happened to you, he knew how to show them real power.

#DARK JASON MY LOVE #stop making him like he's some weak airbender rick #HES THE CHILD OF ZEUS FOR GODS SAKE #KING OF THE GODS HELLO #percy jackson #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace headcanon #jason grace imagine #jason grace pjo #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 3 months

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I thought we were over

For my dearest twin, @h3apm3ch4n151m :)

Warning(s): implied murder, yandere/stalker ex reader!! That's right, it's not a yandere character this time, it's you.

Also, Floyd is a teensy bit OOC for this, but there is a reason for it, so please bear with me.

...three years, four months, seven days, two hours, thirty minutes, five seconds ago.

That's when Floyd broke up with you.

You don't know why. You can't possibly understand why. You were perfect for him, you still are!

Let's count the reasons you're perfect for him, shall we?

You love him (obviously!!)

You're able to tolerate his... behaviors.

You help him appear less threatening.

You helped him get his grades to be more consistent.

You helped him with those pesky mood swings.

You love him (again)

You love him (one more time, just to emphasize)

You love him.

You love him, and yet... he abandoned you.

He said you weren't worth his time anymore. He said you were... bad for him.

And just like that, after the two of you being together for so long... he just broke up with you.

...three years, four months, seven days, two hours, thirty-one minutes, ten seconds ago.

You've been keeping track of him ever since.

You just want to make sure he's doing alright, that's all, nothing more!

Recently... he's been... seeing someone.

It makes you sick to even think of him being with someone other than you... especially when they're nowhere near as perfect for him as you were.

They'll just end up hurting him in the end.

Unlike you, his perfect partner.

...the audacity of him. Saying you're "bad for him", what does that even mean? All you ever did was help him and love him to the FULLEST extent. You were around him all the time, you really got to know him and his issues... and you helped him.

How did you help him? That's easy. You simply told him not to speak without your permission- unless of course he was speaking to you... and he listened like the good little boy he is... because he loves you. Even if he's with someone else now, you know deep down he still loves you... and he always will, because you're perfect for him.

You're the perfect match for him and you always will be. Hell, you even chose to never return to your home, because you loved him just that much. Doesn't that show how eternally devoted you are to him? How much you love him?

Why can't he see that?

...

No matter.

He will, soon.

He'll realize soon, that the two of you are meant to be together, forever and always.

All you need to do is pull a few little strings... a few things to set him off like always... and just like that, his new partner will see the ugly side of him. Yelling and fighting... screaming and crying... a storm of emotions nobody in their right mind would want to stay with... nobody except you, of course, because you taught him how to behave himself.

Wait... why haven't they broken up yet...?

That person he's with, did they not fully comprehend what was happening? Do they think that's okay?

Ugh. Regardless of why this new partner of his isn't getting themselves the hell out of that relationship they aren't supposed to be in, the point still stands that you must now take desperate measures. It's the only option!

And that's why you are where you are right now... standing at his back door, covered in blood.

"Shrimpy-?! What are you doing here, why are you covered in blood-?!" He's uncharacteristically freaked out... ah, adorable as always.

"Take me back. You know we're perfect for each other." You tell him the truth. You're the only person good enough for him.

"We broke up three years ago-"

"Three years, four months, nine days, five hours, seven minutes, two seconds ago."

"...creep." He looks... disgusted. "You still haven't told me why you're covered in blood."

"I got rid of what was in the way, that's all."

He seems to get the hint.

"Get the hell off my property and never show your face to me again, Shrimpy."

"You're still calling me that nickname... doesn't that mean, in some way, you still love me-?"

"No, I do that for everyone. It means nothing, and you're delusional to think it ever did."

"But I know there's another name you used to call me, remember? The one I taught you about... the special nickname, just for me..." You laugh to yourself. "I heard you still call me that."

"I-!" He seems a bit freaked out. "That... that doesn't mean anything..." He's always so careful around you, because he knows what you'll do if he isn't... it's cute how scared he is of you, a human.

"Admit it: you still love me, like how I still love you."

"No, I'm not goi-"

"Say it now or you know what will happen."

"...okay... fine... maybe..."

"No, I want to hear you say the words exactly."

He hesitates for a moment.

"...I... still love you, Shrimpy."

"And?"

"And... I'll take you back, and we can... be together... forever."

"That's just what I wanted to hear. Good eel."

And just like that, your life returned to the perfect way it was before...

And Floyd will never slip through your grasp again.

#h3apy i think you know what that 'special nickname' you taught him is~#to everyone else: don't worry about that #just make up anything you'd like to be called ig #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere reader #floyd leech #twst floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd x reader

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sterakraffulz78 · 5 months

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Stolas...

I already saw that musical... that damn musical that I now consider to be one of the worst videos I have ever seen on the entire YouTube platform.

To summarize all this, it's just Stolas being the victim and the usual sad boy, it's just a video to feel sorry for this dirty and ugly bird.

Throughout the video we are shown how Stolas is a pathetic misunderstood who only wants the attention of his """blitzy""", and how? If all this time this little shit bird has been treated as a toy, threatened by his family and fetishized to a sick point that only cares about his cock and nothing else, this is so horrifying and disgusting...

"I don't care that you're of lower status"...really?...how dare you say that while treating your so-called toy's friends like shit including your own butler, you're just a dirty rat

There is barely one, ONLY ONE, mention of Octavia, and 99% of the video is only based on how she cries to Blitz like a pathetic, sad and failed simp, while your own daughter who has been more present in your life and She has needed you like never before, she suffers from loneliness, depression and since she only wants someone who understands her, this """Character""" is only interested in someone she barely met for just once in her life.

This is the purest definition of what you should not do with a character, how to make a character that at first would be interesting become the most irritating, ridiculous, stupid, and poorly pathetic thing just for the convenience of our dear friend and animal abuser Vivianne Medrano aka "Vivziepop"

I never thought I would say this, but this is not only one of the worst characters in animation (and possibly fiction), but this Show... this show that has such good animation, all that potential is wasted by a wet fujoshi who just wants to see how her two boys just want to fuck, fuck, fuck and FUCK, why is that what she wants while she mistreats, abuses and overexploits such talented people to make her crappy

id I'm fed up, I'm totally fed up, all this just makes me stressed, wishing the worst of evil on this woman... how many people have I harmed just to seek their own satisfaction?...

Please stop watching this series... stop giving money to this sick woman, the only thing you are doing is giving benefits to a stupid woman who is only interested in herself, the fetishization and stereotyping of LGBT people...

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #anti stolitz #helluva boss fandom critical #vivziepop criticism #anti vivziepop #anti stolas #blitzo #helluva boss

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sl33paholics · 5 months

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dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #black writers #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black reader #yandere jojo #jjba smut #jjba part 1 #dio brando #phantom blood #jojos bizarre adventure #modern au #x black fem reader #black tumblr #black women

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konigsblog · 10 months

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toxic dadbod price who complains about everything :(( if you haven’t shaved, if your not wearing makeup, if dinners not made, etc.

i hate to say this and i obviously don't agree with it but why does he give me the vibe of a misogynist asshole??? also maybe a tw; for toxic relationships;

he complains about everything, but don't you dare say anything about him a negative light otherwise you're just asking to be punished. he'll stare at your legs running your hands up and down them, tutting a few times before yelling at you to go shave, right now. price watches as you walk away to the bathroom, come out with shaven legs and obviously annoyed that he's told you do it right now because you had things to do !!

“are you sick or something?” he'd ask, looking at your bare face. “no? i'm not wearing makeup but-” and he'd cut you off, silencing you. “put some on, you look like shit.” he just looks away, taking a sip from his beer and a puff from his cigar. you're so hurt by his opinions and words that some days you can't help but sob, your makeup washing away as you redo it because now it's a mess :(

“stop cryin', makes you look fuckin' ugly.” you dart your eyes from the mirror to the doorway, watching as he stares at you with some form of disgust and desire. you'll look at him, ask him what he actually likes about you. “your pussy, 's tight.” and to say that didn't hurt would be a lie, because you looked away, starting to realise that he might not actually love you.

but he'll just hold you to his chest if you threaten to leave, trapping you with muscle, the smell of his musk making you relax until you fall asleep crying again :(

#orla speaks #captain price #john price #captain john price #price #captain price x y/n #captain price x you #john price x reader #price x you #price x reader #price cod #cod price #price mw2 #mw2 price

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yamirexic · 9 months

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chlorine (ville valo x depressed!reader)

warnings: triggering themes, fainting, mentions of anorexia, derealization, hospitalization, smoking, overall heavy dark stuff

growling anticipation. is that the thing that makes me linger at that lean boy in the deep blue of the backyard? i wonder if he ever noticed me like I noticed him. i'm no stalker, don't even think of it, he knows me. he invited me to come over but he probably never thought about me looking at the water droplets pooling down his chest. his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead, almost covering his eyes. i just can't keep my eyes off of it. the muscles moving with each stroke, hitting my line of thought like a lightning. i am such a mess, messy hair covering my face, black eye makeup making me look even more dead, violet blue eyebags glistering through my hair. freckes on uneven sickly pale skin, oversized hoodie covering my ugly body, scars on my left wrist, looking oh so faint. the only one who ever noticed them, only one who asked me about them. black new rocks sitting on my feet like metal tied to dog legs to let them drown. he always stayed in his own mind, gliding so carefree through the liquid madness. he probably has noticed. every normal society creature would've talked about this, pointing the staring out, but he never did. maybe he knew that it was admiration and not obsession. he always was 3 steps ahead of everyone else. eyes feeling tired, head spinning like a screw, body falling limp, falling onto the ground. vision turning black, mind falling down like a chandelier on a piano, hands on focus like in a hollywood movie, last thing able to recognize is skin. pale skin, lean muscles stretching out with every move. touch. his skin. chlorine in the air as this lovely disgusting stench that it is. water dripping down from his wet locks like lean out of a sprite bottle. ears stuffed, every sound seeming so blunt. and again. skin. the skin of a vampire. touching me ever so slightly, lifting me off the ground. everything else blurry. nothing. mind fades black

......what is that?.......

.....epiphany....

....is that....

....the end?.......

I come back to my senses, laying on something soft. opening my eyes slowly, getting used to the blunt light passing the curtains, realising I'm laying in a bed, soft pillows under my head. I turn my head a bit and see him. eyes closed, hair mostly dry and shirtless. I just lay there, my system still starting. how can someone look so peaceful but still so done and tired like he just ran a marathon or was done with life. he slept looking into my direction like he would try to keep an eye on me if something were to happen. oh yeah. something happened. my brain started to process what happened in detail, stopping after being picked up from the ground. but...there was something else...something... good. I remember a voice saying "please, wake up, oh shit, how could this happen", being layed down on the bed and... being pecked. on the lips. even though it was just a short touch, I still remember the feeling of the pink-red lips I wanted to feel for so long now, still slighty wet. was that what my brain processed as this amazing moment or as the "epiphany"? I must be imagining that just because my heart pulls the strings. flutter. flutter. the color of venom stinging my eyes. he reveals his eyes, the glowy green piercing through. my brain finally started to work and...oh shit, did he realise that I was staring at his resting corpse, but the only thing I saw in his orbs was... relieve. his arms circleling around my body like snakes, taking me into a careful hug. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, caressing my hair. "I don't know, my head hurts a bit and I'm a little dizzy but other than that I feel fine." he looked into my eyes, faces not far away from each other. he puts one hand on my face, the metal of his rings cold against my sick appearance. "do you remember...anything?" he asked with a hopeful glim in his eyes. "well, I only remember collapsing and you picking me up. the rest is just a blurry mess in my head but I still remember feeling an "epiphany" of some sort. his eyes look somewhat shocked but also...sensual? like a sensual loving look. "do you know what this epiphany felt like?" "it felt somewhat soft but also slightly wet I think. it was a tingling sensation on...my...ehh...lips." "okay interesting", he leaned in more, lips mere inches apart. "did it feel something like this?" he closed the gap and there it was. skin, his touch, vampire skin against dead skin. my hands found there way into his hair. he held me closer and it felt like the minutes of staring at him while he was gliding in the liquid element. so gracefully, so elegant, so...beautiful. the tingle stayed, even after seperating, faces still close together. "yes, but there is also another things that I remember. I think it was the stench of chlorine?" "it wasn't chlorine, it was the stench of cigarettes. I think your mind just tried making something logical for your line of thought but it only was of cigarettes. when I investigated you, you must have caught the smell in your nose." chlorine...chlorine......

..........."can you hear me? oh god, please say something, give me a sign that you're okay."

......where does that voice come from?...........

.....light.....

white light...

white light.........

.........eyes, light...

ears, voices and beeping...

touch...

where is the touch.........

my eyes opened to white light blinding me, muffed voices talking like crazy. I turned my head slightly to see I was laying in a bed...in a hospital bed.was this all just in my head? there is no chance this wasn't real, no there is no way! this can't be fake! I felt it, I know it! or...was it? I could cry just thinking about it. I looked around the room when my eyes arranged to the burning lights. the curtains were open, the city dark with the lights of buildings, stores and enterprises shining like a shooting star, giving me a feeling of bliss and safety. there was also an armchair and something or rather someone was sitting in it...him, it's him, sleeping lazily in the armchair, hair a complete mess and makeup completely smudged. he brought me here. he really did. I tried sitting up, gathering all my strength, seeing injected needles with IV. I carefully took them out, knowing this was probably not allowed at all. I stood up from the bed, going into the direction of the armchair. sitting down on the floor, putting a piece of hair behind his ear to see his face a bit better. he looks so tired, so done with everything. oh darling, how it hurts to see him so exhausted. I got carried away and started playing with his hair, looking at his quiet appearance. then suddenly, he started to move a bit, slowly opening his eyes. letting out a yawn before looking at me, a little smile creeping onto his face. he sat up and held his arms out. me getting the sign, sat down onto his lap, hugging him. he crawls his hands around my whole body up to my head, pulling me into his neck like this would be the last hug in our life. he kept me in his arms for quite a while till he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to get my mind in order so in case of being able to do that, I asked him. "what happened? I'm so confused, in one minute I'm in your backyard the next in the hospital." "well you collapsed in the backyard. I hurried to you to see what's going on. you didn't wake up but you still had a good pulse so I just thought maybe you need some rest so I took you upstairs into my bedroom. I accidentally fell asleep as well. you woke up and seemed fine but sometime later, still laying in bed, you fell out of consciousness again so I decided to bring you to the hospital just to be safe." so the things I thought were a dream were actually real. everything was real. "I called one of my friends to pick us up. the doctor already checked on you and said it was mere exhaustion and missing vitamins making you feel weaker. I'll keep an eye on you to be sure that you eat enough and take your vitamins." "thank you" "no problem, I'll always help you out, I'm here for you. come on, lets go home." I nodded and embraced him again. "you can put your arm around my shoulder if it helps you from loosing your balance." I did as he requested, feeling his arm around my waist for more stability. we went to a black car and got inside. the driver - his friend - already knowing what happened, drove us the way home. mind tripping like on acid, feeling dazed in a haze of dizzy vision, leaning onto his shoulder. before anything got processed by my brain, I already drifted off to the world of falling but not dying - at least not always. .........................................................

I felt myself drifting back into consciousness, head heavy like a bowling ball. laying softly on pillows, covered with a blanket. soft and dense breaths next to me, living in imagination and the art of surrealism. and again I can catch myself admiring him. It seems that we slept the whole night through cause the sun is already up...or it's just 5am I don't fucking know. at least I know how to get better and that I'm in a safe environment right now. little curls of dark brown in his face covering his eyes a bit. blank, sleek face, the natural beauty striking through. again, shirless, his tattoo on his abdomen a little visible. I caught myself doubting that this was real again, you can never know but I do have the feeling that everything is just a creation of my consciousness. but in the end, even if it is, for one it's a nice dream. Doing something rude was already in my veins, shaking him a bit till he stirred. "what is it, is everything okay?" he asked quite worried but also kinda too sleepy to care at the same time. "I'm scared that I'm just dreaming this whole stuff, maybe a case of derealization. what exactly happened? in chronical order please." and then again, I heard the same story, almost falling asleep from it or was it just his soothing voice? at least I know that for once I'm really laying in a soft bed, cuddled up with him under blankets. warmth.

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a/n: this is my first ff on tumblr and I still need to figure shit out, hoped you liked it :). and sorry if there are some typos :,).

#ville valo #ville valo imagine #ville valo x reader #him band #h.i.m #dark art #depressing shit #tw depressing stuff #x reader #rock band #band imagines

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justplainwhump · 7 months

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🌸 for Angel

Comfort

(🌸 - something that calms them, from a comfort ask game I posted a long time ago --- thank you for the request, Ember!!)

Lourdes is @wildfaewhump s character, used with their permission. I consider it canon that after Angel starts her own life, they are house mates.

This is set right after Angel meets Tyler again in this piece.

Angel Masterpost

Content / warning: BBU recovery (setting only implied), aftermath of nightmare / unwanted sexual dream, recovery things, abuse survivors comforting each other. This is comf and friendship.

Her treacherous desire had gone; but the sickness, settled deep in Angel's stomach, had remained. And so she had stayed, too, long after she'd turned the water off, sitting on the tiled floor of their big shower - light pink tiles, pink, not white, the first thing she'd changed when she'd renovated the house.

Pink tiles, not white ones. Not as they'd been in her dream. Pink tiles, not the slightest pressure on her throat, the inside of her wrist soft and spotless except for the remains of the small circular burn scar.

"Fuck you, Handler Parker," she'd said to him, yesterday in the real world - and then again, in her dream. "Of course," he'd replied in her dream, "that's what you're for," and she'd been unable to remember, if she'd said "fuck me," instead, and when she'd tried to correct herself, her voice had been gone, her mouth moving without sound, and her body moving against her will, just as he'd taught her, just as she was made for, and he'd kissed her, and she'd kissed back, and when she finally woke up alone, her bed had been a sticky mess and her body had throbbed with helpless, disgusted need.

Fuck. Fuck you, Handler Parker. She buried her face in her hands, still feeling the need to hide her sobs, needing to be pliant and quiet and elegant. Fuck you, she thought again, Fuck -

"Angel?", a soft voice asked.

Angel flinched and looked up, back of her hand wiping away the tears, lips already curving into a pleasant smile. Sorry, she wanted to say, but no, no, no, she wasn't sorry. She didn't have to smile, she didn't have to be sorry, she was Angel, she was free, she was allowed to be sad and be ugly and cry on the floor of her own shower.

"Are you okay?" Lourdes was by her side, their movements silent and elegant, their hand gentle on Angels cold shoulder. Angel shivered.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Yeah, just, um. Bad dream. Or…" She sighed. "Too pleasant dream, too bad a man. Training stuff. Handler."

"Happens," Lourdes replied lightly. "Just use that pleasure for good and think of something better instead."

Angel waved her hand dismissively, allowing herself a soft laugh at her best friend's pragmatism. "Oh no. Too late. Had a very cold shower."

"Figured." Lourdes' hands ran over Angel's arms. "You're ice-cold. Here, take this." They reached for a towel and wrapped it around Angel's shoulders. "Aren't you meant to be the responsible one in the house?"

Angel grimaced and looked up at them. They looked breathtaking, as always, when they went out at night. Short black dress, a see-through-fabric that hid almost nothing of their shape, dark make up, tousled black hair falling over their shoulders. "Am I? What were you up to?"

Lourdes shrugged, raised their arms, and with the same languid motion stripped off their dress, kicking it aside. They didn't wear anything underneath. "I don't only dream of bad men. Gotta wash one off."

Angel tensed. "Did he-"

Lourdes shook their head, the tiniest twitch of the muscles in their jaw. "No. Just did what I was looking for." They nodded at the shower cabin. "You want to stay sitting there, or can I shower?"

It cost some effort, forcing the tense muscles in her legs to straighten, and stalk out of the shower to sit on the edge of the bathtub instead. "All yours."

Lourdes tilted their head and went in, turning the water to full heat.

Angel ran a hand through her wet hair, while she watched her friend's smooth motions under the shower, elegant as a dancer. "I don't understand how you can still do it," she mumbled.

"I don't understand how you can not, love." Lourdes pointed at the conditioner standing by the bath tub. "Could you-?"

Angel turned around to reach for the bottle and toss it over to them, grimacing as her cold muscles screamed.

"You feel like going to sleep?" It was a stupid question, way past midnight.

"Mhhh." Lourdes tilted their head and peeked at her around the corner of the glass cabin. "Pizza and a trashy movie?"

Angel felt a smile tug at her lips. She felt warmer, suddenly. "No romance." She paused. "And - sharing a blanket? I could use some warmth."

"Mh." Lourdes stepped out of the shower, their skin still steaming a little, as they gracefully stepped over and sat down next to Angel. The warmth radiating from them caressed her skin, even before they leaned in and their head rested against her shoulder. "Always, Angel."

#bbu #bbu recovery #comfort #Angel the romantic #Angels story #Lourdes the romantic

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echo-of-sounds · 2 years

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chronic illness/physical disability

How Aizawa, Toshinori, and Fatgum would help and support their partner who's physically disabled/has a chronic illness.

I really wanted to write these because I see so few posts for readers with physical issues. It's always about mental issues. And like with my other headcanons, I can mostly only speak to my experiences. It'd be impossible for me to try to encompass every illness and physical disability as there are just way too many.

Warnings: a bunch of medical stuff and a little about past not-so-great relationships, but it's all rather vague

Aizawa Shouta

At the beginning of your relationship or before you started dating, Shouta didn’t think much about your physical and/or chronic illnesses. They’re a part of you, and like with all other parts of your life, he accepts it when he decides he wants to be in a relationship with you. He’ll also educate himself on whatever you’re dealing with, so he isn’t an ignorant boyfriend.

He knows you don't need him to survive. You survived your life without him until this point. You don't need someone pestering you about meds. If you thought a heating pad would help, you'd get it or ask him to. He's there to help you when you need it, not be overly motherly. The times you do need help to get breakfast or to grab your afternoon meds, of course, he'll help, bringing you a light snack and ginger ale as well to get something in your stomach. (If he's home. He's busy and sadly isn't home most of the week.)

He doesn't judge or demonize the number of medications you need. It doesn't mean you’re drug-seeking or make you some sort of nightmare to deal with. If anything, they help by limiting your pain, discomfort, anxiety, and other symptoms. He’s rather indifferent to those that vilify the use of meds, no matter the amount. Some people need them to survive. It’s a fact.

One part he hates the most is how you think and talk about yourself. No, you're not useless. No, you're not a burden or shameful or disgusting, or unlovable. Simply existing with a mobility aid isn't taking up space. Needing help to fold the sheets isn't belittling. Asking for help isn't weak. Wearing pajamas for four days doesn't make you gross. You're struggling. You're sick. It doesn't matter what you get done in a day because you still have value by just being here. Yes, even the times you can't do things because of your disability. Caring, thought-out words do not come easy to him, but he certainly tries his hardest for you.

Chronic illnesses and physical disabilities leave you with a rather complicated relationship with your body. You feel okayish on Monday, fine for the most part on Wednesday, then completely hate how it's unable to function on Friday. You glare at all the injection and laparoscopic scars. And cuddling doesn't help when you feel physically gross, body cramping, sweating, making sounds you don't want to hear, let alone your goddamn partner. It's just embarrassing.

But Shouta isn't needlessly judgemental. Some things are simply out of your control. Surgery scars, implanted ports, ostomies, and splints are all things that have improved your health or saved your life. None of them are bad or ugly, and he hates feeling you curl away from him during one of those bad days. He resists pulling you back and asks if you want to talk. He may not be the best at reciprocating the delicate conversation, but the warm hand holding your side lets you know he’s there to listen to all the fears and anxieties.

While Sho’s spent some time in hospitals/at doctor’s appointments, they aren’t things he’s dealt with for prolonged periods for ongoing issues. Dealing with shitty doctors is a new experience for him. And it’s worse because it isn’t him dealing with it, it’s you. Getting a call from you at two on a Wednesday, crying your eyes out because of how little this ‘specialist’ cared about your problems and pain, ticks him off. He can’t just leave his work, but he tries to hurry home after, worried about how the third appointment like this’ll affect your mental health, possibly spiraling your depression further.

A horrible side effect of dealing with chronic physical problems is how it causes and worsens mental health. You have to spend literally years listening to people claim the disabled are just collateral damage, not worth saving. Chronic exhaustion, like the name implies, is fucking exhausting to deal with. People don't understand it. They think it’s ‘just being tired’ when it’s neverending joint and muscle pain, bodily weakness, brain fog, confusion, and you physically cannot get out of bed for fear of collapsing in the hall. They throw out lame 'advice' of "Try working out!" or compare it to depression when they’re two completely separate issues. It wears you down after years and years, leaving you hopeless and suicidal on the worst days.

Shouta can relate to this a bit. While his tiredness comes from a mental health angle from the combo of two jobs, stress, and general insomnia, and while it isn't the same as chronic fatigue, he does understand the struggles. It's hard to function when everything inside you is just too fucking exhausted. And all the annoying, unsolicited advice about 'taking melatonin' or 'trying coffee' only makes you want to throw something at their face because 'no, a fucking massage won't help and your essential oils are more than useless.'

He quickly becomes an angry partner. Not towards you or in an abusive/negative way. It’s towards other people, possibly snapping at the nosy woman who asked why you need a wheelchair if you can technically walk or at the doctor who brushed off you fainting for the third day in a row as a period issue. It surprises him a little just how angry he can be at others over you.

Before you do anything sexual together, Sho's gonna need to talk with you. He's naturally rather rough, and he doesn't want to risk hurting you with a position that'll subluxate your knee or make him penetrate too harshly. It’ll definitely take some exploring to find what’s best and pleasurable for both of you.

Though, that conversation can open up a can of worms he wasn't exactly expecting. Certain people just don’t understand how physical issues impact sex. Having one of those people as a past partner leaves lasting impressions. They made you feel bad when you couldn’t have sex for over a month, say it's unfair like you're punishing them, and act like their sexual satisfaction is more important than your physical and mental health. And when you are ready, it hurts, so you have to stop, making them mad all over again because "you should be able to push through the pain." Sho comforts you through the sensitive reminiscing, promising he’ll never be like that and that your comfort is always his priority.

Sex can also be embarrassing. You have to stop because of sudden lower GI issues. Or he'll pull out to see thick, black discharge on him despite not being on your period. He tells you to stop with the apologies. They're unnecessary. Your body works differently, maybe wrong, but you don't need to apologize for needing to stop. Your health is more important. Besides, if he really needs to get off, he can just do it himself. It's not a big deal to him.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori’s disabled, missing organs, and deals with the same chronic pain and vomiting. He understands the struggles of physical health issues and how different and agonizing they are compared to mental health problems. And when his flared up, he had no one. He pushed through it no matter how badly his stomach hurt, no matter how nauseous or lightheaded or disgusting he felt, and no matter how much he dry-heaved in an alley till his ribs strained.

It's difficult to know how much to share about your symptoms, particularly at the beginning of the relationship. Share too much, you might scare them off by appearing like you're too much trouble to deal with. Share too little, you risk overexerting yourself by hiding symptoms, especially the 'uglier' ones. Thankfully, Toshi makes it pretty easy to talk to him about anything. He's kind, patient, and with his injuries, has his fair share of symptoms. Depending on yours and how open you're comfortable being, he'll understand if you slowly talk about it, symptom by symptom, as the relationship grows, or if you just want to flat-out say your diagnosis(es) to get it over with.

Since he has to pay attention to his diet so, it's natural for him to also pay attention to his partner’s. It's not a judgmental thing. It's him making sure you've eaten recently and had enough water. When he cooks, he'll always place some aside for later for you. It can become nearly impossible to cook or prepare food during flair-ups, so if having casserole leftovers or finger sandwiches in the fridge helps get something nutritional into you, then he'll gladly do it.

One of his go-to ways to help is to offer to go for a walk. Who knows? After a long day of laying on the couch, some cool evening air might help. But he also knows not to push you too far. If you truly can't, then that's okay. If you can only make it to the end of the block or ten minutes, that's okay too. You tried. If you get outside and realize that it does help, he'll walk for another forty minutes if it's what you decide.

He's great with doctor appointments! He's suffered through enough of them, and he's more than willing to accompany you to one. The only thing that'll throw a wrench in his experience is how some doctors ignore your problems, even if it causes you significant distress. It'd take a reminder that he's a Hero, and used to be the top Hero of the country. Of course, doctors took his issues seriously. For others, it can take numerous appointments to find one doctor to listen to you. And it's always worse if you weren't born a man, overweight by the slightest amount, and/or have mental health issues as doctors like brushing things off as anxiety or weight problems, or flat-out ignoring you if it's related to your uterus, not bothering to mark anything down or refer you for any tests.

Toshi isn't above seeking out a highly-regarded doctor for you. He's seen his fair share of specialists and will ask around, maybe even pulling the "Yes, I'm All Might. Yes, they're my partner" to get you in faster. It's not about making you feel incapable, but more so about making sure you can get the proper care you need from someone willing to give it. He loves you and hates watching you suffer in any way. He won't stand for anyone ignoring or dismissing you.

After sitting in the damn MRI machine for longer than you prepared for and dealing with all the anxiety while you wait for the follow-up, you're left looking at a picture of your brain littered with so many white matter abnormalities it looks like a fucking dalmatian, mirroring stroke patients brains. Then they tell you how infarct-like lesions increase your chances of a stroke and that migraines may cause structural changes in the brain, and you just shut down for the rest of the day, dissociating away from the scary words — they too many horrible possibilities in your future that you don't want to think about.

Then it gets worse because your illness(es) gets worse, or you're diagnosed with another thing that affects all your other things. You feel stuck in your own damn body, barely able to function even with handfuls of medications, becoming bedridden if you accidentally miss a dose or the pharmacy or insurance company messes up.

Toshi's dealt with those low odds, those shitty feelings, and the self-hatred. You feel like it's somehow your fault — like you're a moral failure. Maybe if you did something different, ate different foods, lived someplace else, took different vitamins, life would just be different. But you can't know the answer to that. You're here, and you have to deal with the problems. And he'll always do his best to support you. He can't take the pain away or fix whatever's wrong in your GI system, but he will always support you, pulling from his own experiences to help.

Occasionally, it feels impossible to feel good in any way. If you're struggling for a long while, Toshi offers sex as a means to help. It isn't a straightforward question. He’s a shade too timid for that. It’s him helping you wash up in the shower after spending three days stuck in bed. You can relax as he softly runs the soap over your body, carefully massaging your sides, your breasts, your clit among the suds. You're always able to say no, no reason necessary. He knows physical health impacts libido. But sometimes, getting those endorphins running is what’s needed to stop the pain. If you want to continue, he lays in bed with you, between your legs, softly sucking your clit till you find a calming release. Sometimes, it leads to more. Sometimes, it doesn't. He doesn't care much either way. He only hopes you'll get a bit of relief.

Penetrative sex can be uncomfortable, if not nearly impossible. You worry you're never going to experience painless sex and be able to enjoy the intimacy you want with the man you love. If you go to pelvic floor therapy or have exercises, he'd be happy and very willing to get involved. Yeah, it might be embarrassing the first few times, but his want to make sure sex is enjoyable for you overrides all that. He may even surprise you with a higher quality dilater set (something he'd easily drop three-hundred dollars for) or treat you to a loving and newly-learned pelvic floor massage, nearly making you cry because for once in your life, sex is fun and painless.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

While Taishiro wouldn't call any of his physical issues an illness or disability per se (rather negative side effects from his quirk), he understands chronic pain and how badly one's body can just suck. His pain flares the most after expelling his stored energy, which leaves him weak, swollen, and exhausted. He also gets joint pain quite a bit, particularly in his hips and knees. His quirk allows his body to work in different ways, but that doesn't mean it's immune to the cracks, bone grinding, and bodily wear and tear.

However, most don't know about that part of his life and quirk. He isn't open to the general public about that. As you get closer, he begins to share his struggles. It can come as a bit of relief knowing that the man you’re interested in also deals with physical issues, allowing for a deeper understanding and connection of each other’s problems and feelings.

Tai also understands how shitty offhanded comments and generalizations people make are, especially if you're visibly disabled in the slightest of ways. If you’re breathing too hard, too pale, too slow, or too “fussy,” people feel the need to draw attention to it like it’s somehow inconveniencing or insulting them on a personal level. He received more than his fair share about his weight growing up. Though, for him, they've mostly stopped now that he's a fairly well-known Hero.

But again, that just shows how people won't complain about, mock, or chastise you/your disability if you're deemed useful and never complain about your symptoms. If you're not, then you're weak or not trying hard enough or lazy or a hindrance, or a moocher. They'd rather you be invisible than accommodate you in any way.

It's hard to internalize others' love when you know what you used to be: top-of-the-class honor student, taking four classes, able to juggle all the homework and essays while working a job on the side. But now? Now, you're stuck in bed. On a good day, you can take a shower, throw the clothes in the washer, and maybe get the dishes done before you collapse onto the bed again, timing when you get up for a snack and go to the bathroom with when your meds are due to make one trip.

Like Toshi, Tai does his best to support you. He can’t fathom the exact pain and disappointment you feel with everything going on, but he stays beside you the entire time. And he never judges the "gross" symptoms skin or GI issues cause or makes you hide your suffering for his comfort. If you're in pain, tell him. Just like you always do your best to help him after a fight or nightmare, he gets a warm bath going or heats your rice pack. Whatever your pain management is, he does it, laying down beside you for some cuddling.

Since his professional life is far less busy than the other two, he has more off time, meaning he has much more time to spend with you. It’s perfect if doctor visits are difficult or intimidating. New doctors are always the worst. You worry if they'll take anything seriously. The horrible ones leave you hopeless, scared life will be uncomfortable, painful, and debilitating. The truly terrible ones can leave you suicidal, preferring to not even be here if the rest of your life is going to be this shitty. He may not be the most experienced in handling those low moments, but he tries. His priorities are making sure you're comfortable, preferably beside him or bundled in his lap, and seeing that you're safe as you ride out the upheaving, distressful feelings.

On the other hand, he's great support for any surgeries and procedures you need. Those thirty-one Botox shots to your head are scary? He's in the neurologist’s office with you, reminding you to breathe and relax your muscles. Need a colonoscopy/endoscopy to explore nearly your entire GI tract? Well, he won't be able to fast with you, but he can make you some delicious chicken broth to drink. Need yet another pelvic exam, or worse, an endometrial or cervical biopsy, and just hearing them describe the procedure is nearly enough to make you faint? Yeah, he's in the room with you, rubbing your arm, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need through the long needles, punching and pinching, and way-too-heavy pressure.

A CT scan, two-hour-long MRI/MRA scans that make your head feel oddly, uncomfortably warm, transvaginal ultrasounds that hurt but you have to sit through, transesophageal echocardiogram, biopsies, spinal taps, the procedures go on. They’re difficult to deal with one by one, especially if your relationship with doctors is not the healthiest, but to deal with them all within a few months of each other is grueling, if not debilitating, to your mental health, let alone your physical.

Tai knows he can't go in with you during every procedure. Some have radiation exposure. Others need a sterile environment. But he will be right beside you when you wake up or come out, maybe surprising you with a cute, new stuffed bunny, and he'll treat you to some pancakes to help you regain yourself after. If it was a particularly taxing test, he's a little extra snuggly once home, which is exactly why he likes to take the day off in case you need extra loving after.

He loves adventurous dates: amusement parks, festivals, concerts, and fairs. It might take one or two for it to sink in how much they affect you, whether it be how hard it is for you to walk, needing places to rest, or how inaccessible they are, only having stairs and tight walkways to get around. He learns quickly. Whenever it's his turn to pick the place or if he wants to surprise you, he checks their reviews or scopes the place out to see if it's actually accessible. You deserve to have the same fun and experiences as others do.

If your ability to have painless and/or enjoyable sex is compromised, penetrative sex simply may never be an option. He's big, and if using your fingers is borderline painful, then he won't risk penetration. He isn't upset. He's more so at a loss for making sure you both feel good together. It'll take some working out and trial and error. Oral, mutual masturbation, and you laying on your back while he slides in between your thighs, letting you stroke yourself as he does, are the easiest ways to enjoy each other. If you're having some pain-free days, he may try fingering you and maybe, maybe PIV penetration if you're really wanting it and confident in trying. He's slower and gentler than ever as he massages you, stretches you, licks you till he slides in.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #fatgum #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #aizawa headcanons #all might headcanons #fatgum headcanons #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons

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sparksnevadas · 1 year

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Hewwo its me sparks, a little bug that hasnt been feeling well for the past x amount of time. I wrote a little angst/comfort drabble thats not really canon to gihasm but it fits where you want it to fit after last chapter. Its not my usual quality but it seems lots of people are not doing great so im just going to share. I hope you all feel better. <3

(tw: negative thoughts)

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The alarm bell rang and Grian knew it was going to be a bad day.

He had had the dream again, the one about flying high above the clouds before something changes, and he plummets to the ground. He’d kept dreaming as he hit the floor, pain a distant thing (shock, his sleep-brain reminds him, shock can make things hurt less).

On the floor, he was twisted up, broken and civilians gathered immediately. He can still hear the disgusted murmurs of them, see their pointed fingers and see their sneers.

“Someone put it out of its misery.”

Grian forces himself to turn off his alarm through the fog. His body feels tense, his wings are tensely held on his back. He doesn’t feel like moving at all, and barely manages to curl back up when his energy leaves him again. The wings on his back feel like a burden, their ugly state makes Grian want to go into hiding and not see another person. He was broken, trash that someone forgot to take to the curb.

Amidst dark thoughts and the blankets, Grian slips in and out of restless sleep. When he’s not asleep, he stares at the wall. He feels like a broken computer, repeating the same ideas over and over, feeling worse and worse as it gets harder to quiet the thoughts down.

“No one cares about you if you can’t help them,” his brain reminds him. “You're nobody if you're not Apollo. No one trusts you. No one cares.”

He covers his head in the blankets, upset and angry at himself. “I'm useless, if I can't help people or make them safer, what's the point of it all? Why do anything at all?”

Pressure builds in his chest, something heavy and disgusting. “Im pathetic, worse than…”he hesitates as he realizes he can’t insert the name of his former nemesis, not after the past months. He lets the sentence linger.

Grian both wishes for and hates the idea of Scar or Mumbo noticing his lack of presence today. Maybe theyll realize how much of a burden he is to keep around. Will they realize it's better to drop him off at a random bus stop, send him back on his way to be dealt with by Pearl?

Mumbo would know. He left for a whole year and didn’t need him at all.

Grian surprises himself when tears burn through his eyes, forming fast enough that he doesn't process he's crying until he's struggling to catch his breath. It still hurts to remember that Mumbo did not trust him enough. Maybe he had been right to not trust him. Grian was an idiot, a fool who had to have his eyes pried open to actually see the reality of the world around him. The world was cruel, it hated him and it was right to-

Distantly, Grian hears some sort of sound behind his cries. It's only when a door is being opened that he realizes it was knocked.

“Grian?” Mumbo calls out cautiously. “Are you sleeping in?”

“Mm,” Grian hums noncommittally. Something must sound off to Mumbo, because he doesn’t retreat.

“Grian?”

“I’m fine,” Grian chokes out. “Give me a moment, I’ll- I’ll be back to-“

“Grian?” Mumbo closes the door and immediately steps further into the room, coming to kneel at his bed. “G, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Grian frowns, face still hidden from Mumbo. He shakes his head emphatically so Mumbo can see his answer. His throat is swollen, he won't be able to talk like this.

“Are you sick?” Again Grian shakes his head. Mumbo pauses. Slowly, like a person approaching a wild animal, he asks. “Are you not feeling well?”

Grian doesn’t respond.

Mumbo waits for a long moment, before taking a deep breath.

“I can imagine what this might be about, mate, we should talk about-“ Mumbo says, and Grian curls up further into a ball. Mumbo pauses.

Tense quiet fills the room. Grian tries to suppress a sniffle but doesn't succeed. He grips his arms, trying to hold himself together, at least while Mumbo sticks around.

Mumbo shifts, more of his weight pressing against the mattress.

“Y’know what usually makes me feel better on bad days?” He asks Grian. Something light touches the bed beside him. Grian hesitates to peek at it, but Mumbo tells him what it is. “Holding a friend’s hand.”

Grian tears up again at how considerate his friend is. Consideration even for someone as undeserving as himself. He pulls away the blankets, revealing himself in the process of taking Mumbo’s hand into his own. He doesn't look at Mumbo as he sniffles and silently cries. He's overwhelmed again.

Mumbo’s hand is warm and heavy. Grian holds his hand tightly, almost scared that Mumbo will disappear. Mumbo’s thumb caresses his own idly, his hold more loose, but still caring. Grian lays there, holding Mumbo’s hand tightly until the wave passes him, his head coming up for clear air after an indeterminate amount of time.

Grian slowly, almost cowardly, looks up to find Mumbo’s face, only to see that Mumbo is already looking at him. He looks saddened, but not angry. Grian isn't sure why he expected Mumbo to be angry. Mumbo was not an angry man by nature.

“I think it works a little,” Grian says, his voice a little stronger now. He squeezes Mumbo’s hand even tighter for a beat. Mumbo smiles and sighs through his nose.

“I'm glad,” Mumbo says. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Shame fills Grian’s mind as he shakes his head. Mumbo doesn't press further

“Then, Is there anything else I can do?” He asks sincerely. “I don't like seeing you like this, Grian, it hurts me.”

“Im sorry,” Grian apologizes quickly. “You don't have to stay-“

“No, that's not what I meant,” Mumbo cuts him off. “It's just… Grian you’re my best friend,mate, I don’t want you to ever feel bad. I… y’know I really care for you. You're one of the most important people I've had the luck of ever meeting, much less become friends with, yknow?”

The words almost fall on deaf ears, Grian’s brain twisting the words against him. How unlucky, Grian mentally corrects. He means how unlucky he is he's stuck with me.

Grian struggles to quiet his brain, something Mumbo likely notices in his face. He looks conflicted, almost lost as he leans closer to Grian.

“It’s true, you're my best friend,” Mumbo insists. Grian’s mouth twists, feeling himself tear up again.

In an impulsive moment, Grian lets go of Mumbo’s hand and throws his arm up, looking at Mumbo. Mumbo hesitates for only a second before climbing into the bed and wrapping his arm around Grian. With his weight against him, Grian suddenly feels like he can breathe.

He tucks his forehead against Mumbo’s neck, soaking in the warmth of his best friend's body. It warms him where he hadn't realized he had gotten cold, something human replacing the mess of tangled emotions in him. Grian presses his entire body into Mumbo’s, clinging onto him, feeling relief in every touch Mumbo easily offers.

Mumbo’s heartbeat is loud and clear, heavy and smooth. He presses closer, almost suffocating warmth in Mumbo’s embrace.

“I love you,” Mumbo whispers into his ear. It's not the first time he's said it at this point, but it's still rare to hear this soon. “You are so, so important to me. To scar too. He told me to check on you. Wouldnt tell me why.”

Grian nuzzles him, throwing a leg over Mumbo’s. He can feel Mumbo’s heartbeat through his neck, and he concentrates on it, closing his eyes.

Scar knew he was feeling bad but hadn’t wanted to come in. Was Grian that much of a burden? Or was it that Scar knew Grian would more likely kick him out than let him close like he would Mumbo when he felt this terrible? Grian isn't sure. He feels himself starting to shake, his wings shifting and rustling. Mumbo reaches for them, but Grian pulls the betraying wings away, shaking his head. Mumbo relents, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Can we lay down like this for a while?” Grian chokes out through his guilt. “Or-“

“As long as you like,” Mumbo nods. “I don't mind.”

“…You're too nice,” Grian whispers. “I don’t deserve you, do I?”

“Grian…” Mumbo answers softly. “Don’t say that. You mean the world to me.”

It only makes Grian want to cringe more. It made him feel guilty. “You deserve someone as kind as you. Someone good.”

“You’re good,” Mumbo insists, hugging him tighter for emphasis. “Grian, you don’t understand how happy I am that you’re in my life, that you cared enough to keep looking for me after I left. It takes a good person to assume the best in others, even if we did nothing to deserve it.”

Grian frowns. “Still,” he tries to enlighten Mumbo. “That’s just the bare minimum of what you deserve, you should be with-”

“Stop it,” Mumbo’s hold loosened. “Stop talking about who deserves what. I love you. I don’t care about anybody else,” His hold shifts, one of Mumbo’s hands reaching into Grian’s hair as he pulls the avian against him. “Only you and Scar. I’m going to love you no matter what, Grian, stop trying to convince me not to!”

And Grain can’t help it. He tears up, feeling like a child. He whimpers and sobs and wipes his tears on Mumbo’s poor shirt, holding onto the shirt for his life. He’s so undeserving of this kindness, but he wants it so badly. Mumbo holds him through it, whispering little reassurances into his hair, gently combing it with his fingers. Intense and burning fondness for his friend rears its head in Grian, making him catch a sob in his throat as words spill through.

“I love you too,” Grian sobs into Mumbo’s neck. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Mumbo kisses his hair. “I love you just as much.”

And to imagine this much love and adoration flows through Mumbo like it does Grian breaks him a little inside. Mumbo deserves so much more. He deserves a nice set of partners, with a normal home and a normal kid. Or maybe it would still be Grumbot. But if this is the life he wants, all Grian can do is count his luck and love him back more.

Grian tilts his head up and kisses the underside of Mumbo’s jaw. Mumbo leans back, tilting his chin down to look at him. The angle gives him a bit of a double chin, which Grian eagerly obliges with another kiss. Mumbo smiles at him. Grian can’t quite replicate a smile on his own face now, but he leans up and gives Mumbo’s cheek a kiss. He kisses across Mumbo’s face until the two are forehead to forehead across Grian’s pillow.

“I don’t like my wings,” Grian says quietly.

“Do you want to bleach them?” Mumbo asks.

Grian hesitates. “I’m not Apollo anymore.”

“You can still bleach them if that’s what you want, Grian,” Mumbo answers calmly, still playing with Grian’s hair, softly kneading Grian’s scalp in a way that makes him want to sigh dreamily.

“I don’t know,” Grian closes his eyes against the sensation on his scalp. It tingles pleasantly.

“Or we can dye them another color. Not white, but something different,” Mumbo suggests. “You’ll still be nice with any color of wings.”

“Pretty?” Grian asks, smiling a bit. He opens his eyes to see Mumbo roll his eyes.

“Yes, very pretty,” he corrects. “And very handsome, Grian.”

Grian smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Mumbo’s nose. Mumbo huffs.

“Can you stop missing already,” he says with mock annoyance. “I want to be kissed by my very pretty best friend.”

Grian smiles for a second, leaning in incrementally before the guilt makes him freeze. Mumbo closes the gap, pressing a kiss to his unmoving lips. Mumbo pulls back.

A few seconds pass before Mumbo leans up and kisses Grian’s nose. “It’s not just the wings, is it?”

Grian frowns, not meeting his eyes. Mumbo nods anyway.

“We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to. But Scar and I are here when you want to,” he reminds him. “We love you, you know.”

Grian sighs. “I know.”

“We love you a lot,” Mumbo nods, pressing his nose into his hair. “Do you want to cuddle until Scar misses us and comes looking?”

Grian rolls his eyes but tucks himself into Mumbo’s shoulder, closing his eyes. His dry eyes find relief in the darkness again, this time a lot less heavy than before. Before he knows it, he starts to fade into dreamless sleep.

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Grian wakes to hands combing through his wings, the sensation of a loose feather being pulled giving him relief. He finds himself laying on his stomach, warmly tucked against Mumbo’s heart. More than a pair of hands make their way through his wings, bringing him pleasant warmth. He spreads his wings further with a soft groan. Mumbo stiffens under him. Scar has the opposite reaction; he laughs delightfully. The sound is full of love, especially when it gets closer, and Scar presses a small kiss to the back of Grian’s neck. Grian tenses, feeling a warm wave wash down his spine from the feeling.

“Go back to sleep, birdie,” Scar coos. “We got you. We’ll take good care of you. We’re right here.”

And for the moment before Grian falls back asleep, Grian believes him and smiles.

#mumscarian #gihasm #grumbo #theres a few typos sorry

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mortifiedatbeingknown · 8 months

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"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 12)

Masterpost:

The door creaked open. Soft gray light poured in. She groaned and buried her head under her pillow.

"Don't…"

Soft footsteps pattered in, the metal clanking of joints and gears working in tandem. So familiar… and yet not. Her trained ears could easily detect something wrong. The rattle of a loose bolt, the shakiness that accompanied occasional movement, the way one foot landed far heavier than this.

It was this that finally got to rouse her from her stupor. Not much; her face still remained in her pillows, the blanket tucked all the way over her head; completely hidden away from the outside world. But for thr girly time that morning, a semblance of voice managed to crawl out of her unwilling throat, sore and creaking like the croak of a bullfrog.

"You're limping."

"Yes." The robot said.

"Why?"

"F-fell."

There was a brief struggle as he sought to climb from the floor to the top of the mattress. She felt him approach her left, tugging at the blankets, navigating over the pillows, causing the mattress to dip and rebound until he was standing right above her. She retreated further into the covers.

"S-s-s-sunrise was t-today."

And there it was. The simple accusation was enough to drown her even further. Hurt, betrayal, sadness, all clashung together into a stuttering metallic buzz that drove into her heart with all the force of a sharpened dagger.

"D-did you forget?"

Her throat tightened.

The robot walked closer, closer, until his hand tapped against her shoulder.

"Why y-you forget?"

I didn't. It was the easiest answer. The truth. She hadn't. She had remembered every single second from the moment she first blinked her groggy eyes that morning.

You have to get up.

You promised…

Her grip on the blankets loosened, and in a flash, the robot had tugged them away from her face. She lay there, exposed, too embarrassed to be seen and too weak to fight for her hiding spot back.

“I was w-w-w-w-w-wait-t-ting.” Her robot continued. His voice box filled with static. “W-Why?”

She turned her head to face him, her sight blurry with tears, dripping down her face and soaking into her pillow.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

The words rung hollow in her ears. I’m sorry. As if that would make up for anything. As if that could ever make up for her lying there like a bag of wet sand When she could’ve gotten up. She could’ve just rolled out of bed and put on her clothes and walked out the door and gone to work like everyone else could. She had promised… and had given up the second her body had felt the slightest bit bad about it.

So lazy.

So spoiled.

The robot just stared back. His glowing eyes studied her, orange eyes flashing as he analyzed her condition. “W-why?” He asked again. “Why y-you forget?”

She wondered how she must look from his eyes. A messy, pathetic blob with tangled hair and a red, blotchy face. Ugly. Disgusting. Weak. An apathetic monstrosity that didn’t have the slightest bit of care for him or his wants.

Some idiot who couldn’t even keep something as basic as a promise.”

“I didn’t.” She finally mumbled. “I’m…I’m…just sick, that’s all.”

“Sick.”

“Yes.”

It was easier to explain that way.

“Oh…”

She closed your eyes as his hand reached out to rest against her forehead. It felt nice enough, cool metal that trembled slightly.

“Your temperature is 98.5.” He announced. ”Normal.”

Fuck.

“Are you c-c-c-coughing?”

“No.”

“Sore throat?”

“No.”

“D-does your tummy ache?”

“No.”

The robot let out a new kind of sound, one she could only describe as a growl. “A-are you sick or lying?”

She sighed. “It’s a different kind of sick, OK?”

“...Does not compute.”

She groaned and turned her back, yanking the blankets back over her head. “Just leave me alone, OK? You don’t have to worry.”

But of course, the stupid thing never listened. It climbed atop of her, right on top of her back and stood quietly. When he walked she could feel his limp, the offbalance between limbs. He had said that he fell… all the way off the top of the shelf? …for her?

Yes, idiot, what else was he going to do? If you can’t even bother to get up and unplug him—

“You’re hurt.” It wasn’t a question anymore.

“I’m fine.”

“You are hurt.” He said, louder. “Th-th-th-that’s why you here. In the bed.”

She didn’t say anything.

The robot sat down, right on top of her shoulder blades. His processor whirred as he began to think.

“Y-you are malfunctioning?”

“...Internally.”

“Ah.”

The robot thought for a little longer, then slowly, ever so slowly, he lay down, his chin nudged in the crook between her neck and her shoulder. His arms reached out wide, splaying across her back in his best approximation of what she could assume was meant to be an embrace.

“...What are you doing?” Her voice was muffled against the pillow.

“Y-y-you are not f-fine.” The robot said. “I will stay, u-until you do.”

#robot whump #whump #whumpee #whump writing #reluctant caretaker #odd little thilng

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crp-low-quality-content · 8 months

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My experiences from shifting to a realistic creepypasta reality.

i'm gonna tell you guys about my shifting experience to a REALISTIC creepypasta reality. Remember that you have to at least be 14 or 16 to read this because there are very messed up and disgusting stuff in this post, and most things look like it came from a the boys episode so DON'T READ IT if you're too sensitive to this stuff.

And a reminder that english is not my first language

One day me and smile dog made a bet about something i don't remember much, but he lost and i made him dress like paw patrol for a week.

once I had a mission in an abandoned factory and I hadn't to kill anyone just rob an item there, but there was criminals in there and an innocent man, so I decided to save him, which was extremely hard for me but he ended running from me frightened because of me... and he ran to a avenue where a truck ran over him.

one day masky made me mad, so I sneaked into Toby's room and extracted his cum on the floor and put it in masky's coffee.

I had a crush on Dr smiley once so I decided to write him a letter confessing to him. but the letter ended up in Slenderman's hands and later he told me he felt the same.

During a phase of my childhood when I was 7 years old, I had a kitten, and one day my cat had disappeared and I had been very sad, so my mother had prepared a meat soup to cheer me up, and when I had finished eating she showed me a piece of my cat's head and said: "was it good?". And then she laughed.

When i was a normal human in my 14s i had an encounter with a zalgo's prophet on Omegle's and they said that they were coming to me, so i thought that if i acted weird in my webcam they wouldn't come. So i started to do wild animal noises and pissed myself.

The prophet or zalgo's proxy, didn't came to get me so it worked.

one day I was in my real form, when I saw a girl with black hair wearing a white sweatshirt that I thought was Jeff, so I started following her, until she turned to me and screamed: "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" and threw pepper spray on my face.

I've already eaten a piece of Jack when he had an accident and was on the operating table, so they removed a piece of meat from his ribs that was very damaged and hanging and left it on a tray next to him. I was passing in the corridor and when I looked inside the operating room I saw the piece of meat on the tray and that Dr. smiley had gone out to get something, I sneaked in, took the piece and ate it and left the room.

I don't know what came over me, but at least it was good.

I found out that he regenerates, so this accident was no big deal.

One day I'd been bullied by everyone in the mansion, so i "accidentally" dropped some drug in the soup i was making and the people there ended up eating it, and everyone, except the ghosts, went high. And i got punished for it.

One day I made pasta (not a Creepypasta) as dinner and everyone who ate got sick and almost shit themselves. And again I've got punished and gone to the mansion's dungeon.

One day the proxy trio humiliated me in front of everyone, and i wanted revenge so i posted anonymously a hentai of them three in the mansion's web, and everyone who had phones saw it.

I dated Jack for a while there, and he started to like me to the point where he revealed his face to me. When he did that I realized he was so ugly that I almost cried when I kissed him. After about two weeks I broke up with him.

during my first Christmas in the mansion I saw offenderman using the Christmas turkey to do things u know what... but I was too shy to tell anyone, so during the dinner everyone ate the turkey, except me.

During a mission me and some proxies were discussing a plan and soon we got to a part that involved opening degrees, so I made a joke telling masky to open my legs 180 degrees and I got punished for it.

Note: proxies have a higher ranking than other creepys or lone rangers as they're called there, so you can't disrespect them at all

I already made at least 3 people go to a mental institution.

One day i got to knew about Jeff's and Liu's parents, so while Liu was very drunk i called him on a caller ID and i did my best mom impression voice to say: "it's me Liu, your mother, and I'm coming back for you." While playing hell background noises.

when i was 8 i hated clowns with all my forces but one day i had the bad luck to laughing jack find me. i hated him too much but i was good in not showing it, so one day I've set fire on him and Lucky that my mother found out about my "friend" and got rid of him.

my mother was a witch in that reality.

One say i fell out of my bedroom's window and broke a few bones, and i was brought to the medical office of the mansion and explained what happened to me to nurse and and she just said: "skill issue".

Of course, these are the funniest and light stuff that happened to me. Going to this reality just messed with me, and I'm still scared of some things, but my mental state is fine there's nothing to worry about me.

#creepypasta #shifting #reality shifting #dr smiley #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #masky #ticci toby #slenderman #zalgo #nurse ann #smile dog #homicidal liu #weird

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