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catmadeofsalad · 5 months

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Lucifer: MC, are you feeling alright?

MC: *pale, sweaty, trembling* Yeah, I'm fine.

Lucifer:

No, you are not. Asking was a courtesy. Get in bed human, now.

A professional at making the perfect tea, exactly as you like it. Are you hungry as well? If the thought of eating is too much, he looks up what humans eat when sick and is surprised to find a diet, but he's pleased when you eat the toast he made you.

Your fever isn't breaking for a while, so he moved his office to your room so as to be able to replace the cool cloth on your forehead. The table was covered in his paperwork, but he refused to let one of his brothers have free reign of your room while you were sick.

Lucifer sneaks kisses on your forehead whenever he checks your temperature with the back of his hand.

Demons don't catch human illnesses, so expect him to help you into the shower if you're dizzy or too tired.

He also sleeps in your bed with you after you've already fallen asleep. This isn't something he'd usually do, but seeing you shiver despite your layers of blankets quickly changes his mind.

He brings you your school work and makes sure you stay up to date on your lessons, having previously informed Diavolo of your inability to attend classes.

Lucifer requests a hand from Barbatos in making you a soup from the human world, and with the royal butler's assistance, you're fed the perfect bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The week and half it took you to fully recover was baffling to the eldest demon brother, but nonetheless, he was glad once you were better.

"MC, what is this?" Is surprised at the "Thank You!" basket of poison apples and other treats that appear on his desk. Is he blushing? No, of course not. The lighting is just off.

Those forehead kisses? They become a permanent expression of endearment.

Mammon

His human is dying!? Not again! Not on his watch!

You cough? Here's more water- humans need to be hydrated when they're sick, right?

You're shivering! More blankets, a sweater- yeah, he's getting into bed with you, ya got a problem with it?

Mammon means well, he's trying his best. If his brothers got sick he never needed to worry because they were demons. He still took care of them in his own way, but his human wad sick now! What would he do if they didn't get better!?

You have to tell him that it's just a bad cold and you'll get better soon. He nods, hand on his chin as he thinks.

Mammon gets a list of items that would help you from Lucifer and Satan, and let's just say that you're all set one supplies if you ever get sick again. For over the next five years. Cold medicine? Yep. Ice packs? Lucifer told him he didn't need all 20 in the freezer but what does he know!? You've been sweating nonstop for days, ya need ta cool down.

If you were a plant you'd live the longest, but as a human, it'd take a while for you to become dehydrated again. Even with all the eness sweating.

If you thought Mammon was attentive before, watch out. He'd hugged you a lot through your sickness to keep you warm, so the slightest shiver even once you're better? Get ready for hugs!

He's surprised when you start hugging him more, too. Mammon is super tsundere at first, complaining about the affection, but he doesn't stop you. The Avatar of Greed stops complaining not long after, just happy with the affection.

Leviathan

You what? Ew, gross, no wait, don't leave - he'll take care of you!

Wait. How does he take care of a human?

It can't be that hard. He can do it!

Where did he get that lab coat- never mind, it doesn't matter. You're tightly wrapped in blankets, snacks and drinks supplied outside of the tub he calls a bed before he sardines into the porcelain bed with you.

Levi runs cold, something he forgets about until your fever spikes. He's about to ask what you need when his cold chest is perfect for your overheated face.

He sputters about how he can get you cool cloths or something and about how you shouldn't cuddle up with such a gross otaku like himself until you start to pull away.

As soon as you start to pull away, he pulls you back to himself and holds you tightly. You're not leaving his room until you're better!

Lucifer disagreed almost as much as Mammon, the former being more so upset that he hadn't been informed and almost uad to tell Diavolo that the human had gone missing.

While your sick Levi let's you join in his online classes, and keeps you up to date on them.

When you're sweaty and gross and actually cold, he runs you a warm bath. He gets some soothing bath bombs and scents from Asmodeus for your bath.

N-no, he's not joining you cause he's worried! He likes the smells too, and besides, you've been snuggled together, and your sweat was all over him!

Even though you were sick, he knew you saw through his excuses.

Once your health was back to normal, Leviathan indulged in cuddle sessions in his bed more often.

The biggest jump for the two of you? Cuddle sessions in the actual bath. Nothing inappropriate or suggestive, just sincere cuddle sessions in the warm water that you two held each other in.

Satan

Of course you're sick, he could tell based on how you were dozing off during movie night. Here's some tea and light soup, go lie down.

How he's one step ahead of your cold you'll never know, but when your fever spikes he has cool cloths already next to your bed.

Satan can tell how dizzy you are when trying to help you walk to the bathroom, and he swoops you up into his arms.

The blonde talks about his favorite recent book as he helps you bathe, helping you dry off and change into fresh, warm clothes before getting you back into bed.

One of his brothers wants to help you? Nope, he's got everything you need. Lucifer is only kept up to date on your well-being from Mammon or Beel, asking on behalf of the eldest.

When you start to feel better, he makes sure that you're active. Sore joints after being sick was miserable, and he didn't want you to feel worse.

As soon as you're better, cuddle reading sessions become a popular activity. You both have the same book, and you take turns reading chapters or pages while you sip on tea.

Asmodeus

Oh honey, he can see your clammy skin a mile away. Not to mention those dark circles and slight hand tremors.

A relaxing face .ask and a warm bath are going to help ear your lungs, and also make your skin feel better. Trust this demon, he knows his way around a rejuvenating bath!

You have a headache? Time for a scalp massage dear, close your eyes!

Seriously, Asmo is all about you getting better as fast as possible. He hates getting sick and knows some little tricks to help.

A rejuvenating bath bomb with coconut butter, oats, and a hint of lavender? Your skin is soft, and despite being sick, you feel so clean!

You're sick for about a week, but the fifth oldest is your personal nurse- eccentric nurse costume and all!

He has herbal teas, a lotion with massaging pearls to help with under eye soreness, and not to mention his full body massages for of you get achy while your sick.

He waits on his human hand and foot, but if you call on him too much he'll definitely complain or stop, "so don't abuse my perfect care and sexy nurses outfit, okay?"

Asmodeus takes you out to his favorite spa once you're better, and you surprise him with a new nail polish and face mask set as thanks for his help.

Those full body massages? Once you're completely better, those become a regular form of comfort, closeness, and lead ups to...well, I'm sure you know MC.

Beelzebub

Beel doesn't notice at first, he just thinks you've been studying too hard again.

When you don't eat as much or decline heavier foods, he gets concerned. Buffo milk tea is your favorite when you're overworked...

He doesn't want to make you upset by asking why you aren't eating as much. After all, Asmodeus scolded him once for asking when he was trying a new diet.

Beelzebub carefully asked if you weren't feeling well, and when you said you were sick everything changed.

Nurse Beel to the rescue!

Seriously. He made you soup, and you almost asked if Barbatos had made it but the orange haired demon mentioned how he scoured many cookbooks with Satan before finding the right one.

The light's bothering your eyes, and you have a migraine? They're all off quickly and the curtains are closed as well.

You're cold even though you have many blankets? Beelzebub is your personal heater.

He definitely gets concerned when you decline a new soup or meal because you're nautious, but he gets assistance from Lucifer on making you the right tea.

Beelzebub is extra gentle with you when you're sick, and he cuddles with you so carefully while he plays with your hair/massages your scalp. Not to mention, he has a great humming voice and helps you get to sleep relatively quickly.

Once you're all better, you buy him a variety party pack of his favorite chips and cookies.

Those soft cuddles and singing to sleep? Yeah, that becomes a near constant for you two when you're stressed or upset. You've sang him to sleep a couple of times, too, when he was having a rough day.

Belphegor

"I told you not to get out of bed, come lie back down MC."

Belphegor takes full advantage of you being sick to cuddle you constantly. Or at least, as much as he can. He won't cuddle you while you use the bathroom, but he'll carry you there.

He complains when you can't lie still due to shivers, but he does so as he pulls you tighter into his arms and wraps you up into the blanket tighter.

Belphie doesn't really know how to take care of a human when their sick- especially one so important to him. He relies on Satan for help in that department.

"How are you still cold?" He whines softly, holding you closer and pressing kisses to your face and neck softly. Belphegor tries to be your main heat source, but he does eventually get you more blankets, socks, or hoodies. It's his hoodie, though, so don't share your weird human germs.

Despite all the rest you got and Satan's help, it takes you a long time to get better, but once you do, you surprise him with a set of eye masks and slippers.

Those cuddley and kisses? Oh, they stay, and you two take turns kissing each other to sleep fairly often.

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writersdrug · 4 days

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You and Konig spend the night drinking and wake up to each other <3

Unsure if we’re hung over or still drunk

König and you being drunk homebodies

Warnings: vomiting/emetophobia trigger warning!! Mentions of sex, drunk reader and König, fluff, König being the caring partner we all crave

A/N: I know exactly who requested this and I'm sorry it took so long 😭 I don't even have an excuse, it just say on the back burner, but here you go! Enjoy~

Photo credit to 661ave

You don't remember much from the night before: just glimpses of this and that.

You and König dressed up for the awards ceremony, a glass of wine in each of your hands, managing to convince him to dance with you... holding some bronze, dark cocktail in your hands as König insists it's the best thing Germany ever made. From there, it only gets worse.

You remember laughter and giggles, promises whispered into your ear, making you blush... König pulling you outside of the event, nearly tripping over your own feet as he dragged you into a taxi... watching as he threw a wad of cash at the angry driver as you both shamelessly made out in the backseat of the car... continuing the fiasco on the loveseat in your home...

And then it goes black.

Last night, you felt like a couple of teenagers escaping a party. Now, you felt like you'd just finished a triathlon.

You groaned. The sunlight peering through the blinds was too bright, your stomach churned, your head was pounding, and there was something heavy and warm draped over your middle. You tried to push it off, to no avail - König made a sound, and his fingers twitched against your side.

"König..."

"... mm..."

"Get off..."

"... m... mh-mm..."

You sighed. You needed water - your mouth was drier than a desert, and every cell in your body screamed for hydration. You could stand to take a bath, too.

You tried turning your head to look at König - which was a mistake. The entire room spun dangerously, and your stomach threatened to empty its contents then and there. You slapped a hand over your mouth and threw Königs arm off of your body with all your might. You stumbled into the bathroom, crashing into the door frame and collapsing on your knees. You barely made it to the toilet in time to spill last night's dinner, gripping the edge of the bowl like it was your lifeline.

God, you thought, when was the last time I was hungover like this? Highschool?

As you were emptying your stomach, you felt a hand scoop your hair back and away from your face. You saw König out of the corner of your eye - he was only in his boxers, sliding down the edge of the tub to sit next to you, his legs splayed out before him. He held his other hand over his eyes as you finished your business.

You panted, pulling the handle to flush and squeezing your eyes shut. Your stomach felt better, but your head was pounding, like you were being stoned. "Thanks..." You mumbled to König, and he grunted in response.

"Better?" He asked, still shielding his eyes from the bathroom light.

You groaned. "Yeah." You sat back on the cool tile, leaning against his chest. "Never trusting any of your recommendations again, by the way."

He exhaled, possibly meant to be a laugh. He let go of your hair and rested his hand on your thigh. Watching his thumb rub soothing circles into your skin made you feel dizzy. To be honest, you couldn't be sure that you weren't still drunk. Between the spinning room and the lightness in your chest, there may have been a bit of drunkenness left in your mind - but that could have also been from vomiting.

"Let's not do that again..." You mumbled.

"Mhm..." he said, his voice hoarse from dehydration. "What was it we did?"

"Idunno. You told me to try a drink - I think I had three- no, four..."

"Jägermeister..." he mumbled in a pained voice.

You both sat there for a few minutes, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on breathing. The feeling of König's breath washing over the crown of your head was soothing, even in your half-dead state. You would have been content to stay like that, sat up against him on the cold, bathroom floor as you recovered from your hangover.

Eventually, König threaded his hands under your armpits and helped you stand, guiding you into the bathrub behind you. He murmured something in your ear about "need to get something", before he turned on the shower and let the cold water hit you. You griped and tried to change it to a warmer setting, but he told you to let it run for a few minutes. "It'll feel better, schatz."

He left the bathroom door open as he trudged - stumbling was a better word - into the living room. Despite the constant fogginess in his mind, and the ache in his legs, he was a man on a mission to take care of his partner (and afterwards, himself). He began picking up all the clothes that he had torn off of you and himself in a hasty desire for drunken sex. He would have gotten hard at the memory of him plowing you into the sofa, and at the sound of your drunken moans and giggles as he struggled to hold himself above you - but his hangover prevented him from having any sort of reaction to said memories. The most he could do was laugh and snatch your panties that were hanging off the corner of the TV.

He piled the clothes next to the washer and dryer, then moved into the kitchen. He fixed two thermouses of water for the both of you, and grabbed an extra glass and an Alka seltzer for him. He carried the items back to the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom as he passed.

You stood in the shower as the freezing water hit your back, hugging yourself and shivering at that point. You eventually gave up waiting for König and turned the knob to the left; you sighed in relief as the warmth seeped into your bones, melting away some of the fogginess in your head and making you feel less grimy. You leaned your forehead against the tile in front of you - your stomach lurched a bit, but you knew there was nothing else to come up.

You heard König slide into the shower behind you, but you kept your head against the tile. He whispered something in German that you were too exhausted to decipher. His hand gently slid onto your forehead as he pulled you back against him. You leaned there, eyes closed as you let his scent wash over you.

"Mein liebling..." he murmured, massaging his fingers into your shoulder muscles.

"Don't call me that." You spoke softly. "You tried to poison me last night."

He chuckled, rubbing a warm, wet cloth over your neck and shoulders. "Almost took myself out, too, didn't I?"

After a moment of standing in the silence with him, feeling drag the cloth softly over your face, you realized that he was replicating your nighttime skincare routine. Except, it was currently one in the afternoon, and you normally don't do it in the shower. You would have told him that he was using the wrong kind of cloth to clean your face, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. Both out of gratitude and the comfort of his touch.

He carefully finished washing your face, then your body, making sure to be gentle and slow. He whispered unintelligible phrases against your scalp as he turned off the water. He pulled you into the center of the bathroom and wiped you down with a towel - you were practically asleep standing up, but he made sure to hold you steady.

After you both brushed your teeth together, he helped you pull on some clothes, before letting you crawl back into the bed. He then went back into the bathroom to finish drying himself off. You kept your eyes closed, listening to the ambiance of König's movements, combined with the sound of the breeze outside.

You looked towards the window and noticed he had cracked it open. You also noticed there was a thermos and a sleeve of crackers on the nightstand, right within your reach. You felt a sudden onslaught of emotions and tears forming in the corners of your eyes; maybe it was because you were hungover (or at this point, possibly still drunk, you couldn't tell), but it finally broke the damn, and you began to cry, quiet sobs and sniffles breaking the near silence in the bedroom.

Instantaneously, you heard König nearly breaking his legs as he floundered over to you. The towel he had held had yet to hit the floor by the time he was kneeling by your side.

"Was? Was ist falsch? Are you ok?" He said, placing a hand on your forehead with a worried expression.

You let out a sob. "Nothing, it's stupid- you're too good to me... you're hungover too- and you- you did all this shit for me- 'n here I am, not doing anything at all for you-" your words melded with your sobs, which had taken over the conversation.

He sighed with relief, petting the crown of your head and planting a kiss there. "Liebling... I'll always take care of you- even when I don't feel gut." he murmured. "You always come first - but I promise I'll take care of myself too, ok? Just for you."

You sniffled again and nodded. "M'kay..." You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to stop the flow of tears - you needed all the hydration you could get.

"Although, promise me one thing-"

"Hmm?"

"Let's not to do this again. It's not good for you, and I can't take care of you properly when I'm like this."

You nodded again. You'd rather be in hell than have this bad of a hangover. "Promise."

König placed a satisfied kiss to your forehead again, muttering a quick "Geh schlafen, süßes Mädchen..." into your scalp. He stood back up and headed back to the bathroom, picking up the discarded towel and rubbing it over his hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, scoffing at the bags under his eyes. Not what I used to be, eh? He thought.

He headed back into the room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, and lazily tugged them on. He thought about putting on a shirt, but the idea of it made him cringe. He felt overstimulated enough as it was - the shirt would just feel suffocating. He then shuffled over to the bed and climbed in, pulling you against him with an arm wrapped around your waist. He sighed, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"At least we have all weekend, ja?" He said quietly.

You didn't respond, making him crane his neck to look down at you. "Schatz?" He said, holding his hand in front of your nostrils. He knew you were alive, of course - but the feeling of your warm, slow breaths against his fingers granted him peace of mind.

He chuckled, tucking his hand back around your waist as you slumbered on. "Süße Träume, mein liebe." He whispered, curling around you and letting his eyes fall shut.

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Bleh I wasn't too confident with this one, but I'm trying to clear out my drafts so I pushed it out. Hope yall like it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🥰

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sagi-tori-ous · 23 days

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INVASION OF PRIVACY

It was roughly 10 at night when Poppy stumbled into her shabby apartment. The sky was pitch black — winter was approaching so daylight seemed to lessen — and a chill swirled in with the wind that seemed to pick up a bit since Poppy had first departed.

She had gone out with a few friends who didn't know how to keep time the best and always somehow got alcohol to be the main hydration system for them — despite its dehydrating qualities. Poppy wasn't drunk but even the small amount of liquor in her body set it ablaze.

Poppy threw her jacket off and keys somewhere she'd curse herself for forgetting later and staggered into her quaint kitchen, she grabbed one of her glass cups and filled it up with tap water that was probably flooded with tons of metals and chemicals that a person's body shouldn't be filled with — but who was going to stop her.

She trailed her hands absentmindedly up and down her body, grasping at the side of her neck lightly before trailing that very same hand just over her breasts and keeping it flat on her stomach.

She guzzled the water down with small droplets escaping, wandering down her chin and almost making it to her neck before she wiped it off.

It wasn't until she finished her glass of water did she hear the light murmur of her tv playing in her conjoined living room.

“Fuck.” she cursed, making her way there but the blare of her phone stopped her, she dug her hand into the back pocket of jeans pulling it out and answering without looking at the caller id.

“Yelloo!” she slightly slurred into the phone, less from intoxication and more from the fact that her energy bar was draining fast at this point.

“Hello my ass!” it was Poppy's friend on the other end, her tone was scornful. “ You said you would call first thing when you got home!”

Poppy rolled her eyes,“Calm down.” She started walking back to the TV to turn it off, not wanting to run her bill up even more “ I literally just got here, I didn't do anything besides get a drink of water mom.” she was thankful for their concern and was going to for sure call them but she wanted to get settled before anything.

Poppy stood in front of the television, a Male news anchor gazed back at her —she turned the appliance off — just barely catching the headline which said something about ‘aliens’, which made poppy scrunch her face up and shake her head. The news seemed to lose its meaning more and more everyday.

Her friend was still lecturing her through the phone but Poppy's mind just trailed, “ Okay okay, I get it Mel, I love you, I'll talk to you tomorrow, goodbye.” she rushed and hung up the phone, not letting ‘Mel’ get another word in.

She let out an agitated sigh.

Poppy shut off the minimal lights that she had turned on when she returned and traversed her way towards her bedroom. Relaxation to the highest degree was the only thing on her mind.

She grasped at the light switch and scrolled through the many colors her LED lights had and stopped on the purple color, giving her room that tranquil lavender hue that she loved. It was relaxing yet sensual, somehow — it described how Poppy was feeling in the moment.

Poppy glided over towards her dresser, going into the exact drawer that held her vibrator — it was pink, it wasn't extremely long (about 6 inches) and it obviously vibrated — it got the job done and that's all that mattered, especially now.

“Hey buddy!” she cood at it, getting even more excited at the thought of her pussy dripping all over it while she fucked herself through as many orgasm as she could.

She threw it onto her queen sized mattress and started undressing, she already unknowingly took her shoes off somewhere near the door — she peeled her snug high waisted dark wash jeans off, leaving her standing only in her subtle yellow thong that contrasted beautifully on her bronze skin.

Next was the random cropped sweater she threw on just before leaving the house, under it was a matching bralette to the thong. The sheer imagery of herself turned her on more.

Poppy loved herself, some could say in a cocky way — but wasn't that the best. She knew her body like the back of her hand, as she should, and loved pleasing herself. She loved figuring something out with her body that nobody else could. The thrill was like none else.

She slid on top of her fluffy comforter, making sure her body was positioned in the most comfortable way — she also aligned herself so she could be facing the mirror that adorned her wall.

Poppy spread her legs and pushed them towards her chest, she could just make out her figure in the mirror due to the purple lights. It added a different layer of scenery, a sight Poppy loved.

Her left hand grasped at her left breast, she kneaded it through the thin cloth. Twisting her nipple between her fingers, a small whimper left her mouth. A small pool slowly seeped through her panties, making the fabric turn a bit sheer, outlining her pussy lips.

She moved the bralette down to let her nipples free, the clothing article still grasped the cusps of her breasts — the air hit the buds making them harden all the more. The same hand came back up and dipped into her mouth, she wet the fingers enough before bringing them back down and circling the erect nipple.

Her hips had a mind of their own, moving to cause some kind of friction. She was needy.

Poppy grabbed at the vibrator with her free hand — she instantly turned it on and delicately placed it over her clothed pussy.

“Oh.” she moaned, her back faintly arching. Applying much needed pressure, the vibrator slid between her restricted folds, brushing against her pulsing clit. The action caused a bit of a tremor in her legs.

“Fuck” tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she kept a steady teasing pace, every now and then she would skim over her clit. The pace she was going was torturous.

Poppy eventually laid the toy down — although she didn't turn it off, it laid there while it lowly buzzed — she discarded the last pieces of clothing off her body with all speed. She needed to see every inch of her body, she needed to see all of her awaiting chest and the purple light to glisten off her pussy in all its entirety. She needed the full visual.

She disregarded the clothes and with no hesitation dipped two of her fingers into her slick folds. Poppy wanted, no needed a taste of her essence, she tucked those fingers into her mouth and moaned at the taste, she swirled her tongue around the digits before releasing them with a pop. A little saliva dripped down her body but she rubbed the rest right back onto her pussy, creating an — if even possible — wetter mess.

It didn't take long for the vibrator to be right back into her good grasp.

Poppy drug the toy from her clit to her leaky entrance and then back to her clit, she repeated this process two more times before dipping the head in. Throwing her head back, “Shit!” she hissed. She didn't dare to push it in all the way, she lived for the build up.

The way her stomach clenched and legs seemed to have a mind of their own, toes curling and pleasurable sounds getting caught in her throat. It was an euphoric feeling.

A — what she thought — was a familiar sound coming through the walls. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her ignorant neighbors, this wasn't the first time that they've had a problem with controlling the volumes in their abode. It didn't help that the sound that had interrupted was loud and shook the walls a bit.

“Fuckers probably dropped something heavy.” Poppy seethed but nestled into her bed, pushing the vibrator in more and more. She'd be damned if she didn't get her orgasm tonight.

“Oh fuck~” she let out when it hit a certain point, if she curved it up just a tad more she was sure she could brush up against her g-spot.

‘BOOM!’ The building shook again, faint screams were heard and to anyone in their right state of mind — they would've known that those screams were not full of anger or passion but of fear, jumbles of genuine panic.

Maybe it was the few drinks she had earlier, maybe it was the orgasmic haze she was building to that clouded her better judgment — that made her think that the world was just trying to make sure she didn't reach her most high. “Please, shut the fuck up! Please!”

Poppy screamed. Her chest heaved and skin warmed with irritation, she was pissed. The buildup was gone and anger replaced it. She was so heated that she didn't notice the eerie silence … or the thunderous footsteps that sliced through it.

When she did notice the silence though, it was too late.

The same queen size bed she resided in slid forward, the wall behind it breaking with such force that it caused the piece of furniture to move like it weighed near to nothing — debris flew all over the room and a dusty cloud disturbed her vision, she wasn't able to make out anything but knew from the bottom of her heart she wasn't alone anymore. Poppy's chest heaved with a total different type of emotion, terror.

She was scared.

Her body shook but not with pleasure, not with urgency — well not with that specific urgency but the urgency to live. She knew she wanted to get out of this situation alive, she didn't know how she was going to go about that. Especially when she laid eyes on her guest. The smoke screen dispersed.

Through the mirror that still was across from her, just closer in space, she saw something. Something so tall that it bent down slightly to fully come into the makeshift door it made. Its face was covered with a mask and it had locs on its head, adorned with gold ringlets and other tribal jewelry. Its body was covered in armor and it held a spear in its hand, not like a wooden or traditional spear.

This spear looked Mechanical, it looked as if it wasn't just a spear and even if it was, Poppy didn't want to be on the bad end of it.

You could barely make out its beady eyes from the mask but it was close enough to Poppy to where she could see the light shine off the black orbs.

.”Please don't kill me.” a cry slipped from her lips, tears coming down wetting them in the process “ please, i'll do anything, please don't kill me.” she pleaded, her eyes conveying her vulnerability. It didn't matter that she and whatever stormed into her bedroom didn't remotely share any similar DNA, and the fact it most likely didn't understand a word she was saying.

She was going to beg. She was going to appease whatever sympathetic — if it even had one — bone it had in its body.

The tears continued to flow and her mind started to wander. She thought about how quickly her life had become in danger, she thought about her friend and how she so easily brushed her off. She thought about how rudely she said goodbye, not knowing how those words would literally be the last words shared between them.

The thoughts made her cry harder — the steps it took so casually towards her, made her go into hysterics.

Poppys' back was pressed against the headboard as if it could shield her, she wouldn't dare turn around and become so close within range, cutting off the mere moments of life she had left. She gazed into the mirror and watched it come closer with no worry. Why would it worry though? It knew where the superiority lied.

It was behind her, the only thing that separated them was the splintering wood of what was left of the headboard. Poppy watched it through her tears.

She watched as it gazed down at her like she was a foreign specimen, as its left appendage came and caressed her head — not as if to soothe her but to make an observation as of what she was. This didn't console her, not one bit.

She felt its rough armored covered hand trail its way down her body, tracing over her neck and coming down her chest — it grazed her nipple causing her breath to hitch. A familiar tingle making an appearance at inappropriate timing, Poppy just blamed it on how the human body worked, this is how the body functioned.

It didn't stop its journey. Only when it made its way down to the soppy mess between Poppy’s thighs did it momentarily halt. Detouring if you will.

Poppys clit throbbed as she watched through the mirror, fear entwined with need — a treacherous combination.

The rough hand came in contact with her folds, swiping through and collecting her present arousal. The action was so fast and powerful that a jolt shot through Poppy and she couldn't help the small whimper she had let out.

Tears falling sporadically now, but the full fledged sobbing stopped. She wanted to live but if she were to die, how could she save a life that wasn't hers any longer?

She was miniscule compared to this thing, even slightly bent and playing with her essence it still cast many shadows on her, staying heads above her.

She wasn't paying attention to what it had been studying as she had been studying it. So when it slid a thick, long digit into her soaking folds it had caught her by surprise — her hands shooting up to hold its armored arm and hips jutting forward to meet the calculative thrusts it gave.

“ mhm” she moaned out and rolled her hips at the sensation, her stomach clenching for numerous reasons. Its finger moved around inside, giving her the same fullness as the toy that was inside her mere moments ago.

It curled up, hitting her g-spot, “oh fuck” she cursed, her hips starting to run away on their own but the finger was never far behind and without mere moments to spare she orgasmed all over its fingers.

Her body twitching from the fresh release and her mind not really focusing on the important things. In a way she was almost relaxed.

Till her body flew forward half a foot, she was now on her stomach and face mere inches away from the same mirror that's been the only witness to tonight's ventures. It had smoothly landed on her bed, somehow without making much noise and crouched behind her. She took notice of its strong hind legs.

Poppy's mind went to the news anchor she had silenced, she thought about the headline — Alien. She mentally scoffed, of all things an alien would become the first honest thing anyone has reported in such a long time and yet because of the same deception they casted into homes, Poppy couldn't take the news seriously. She couldn't shield her life.

The alien grasped at the sheathing that adorned its abdomen and nether region, it clicked around before the armor popped off with an almost undetectable hiss.

The covering slid off its chiseled body and Poppy could not help the strangled gasp that left her — when her eyes made contact with its outwardly cock. She didn't know why it astonished her as much, seeing as its stature was much larger than hers.

Its skin was a pale-ish yellow color, and she couldn't help to compare its structure to that of a humans, the way that the muscles were accentuated became vaguely familiar. From its chest, to its abs, the only thing she could honestly differentiate — its bulbous penis — the shape was similar but the size was scary, to say the least.

The otherworldly creature grasped at her hips and tugged her lower half towards it, its cock stood at gruesome attention — its arousal crystal clear. Poppy grasped at her bed covering, she couldn't believe that something like this was happening. How much she wanted it was the craziest part.

She had yet to say a word besides her begging fit earlier and pleasurable sounds from when it had finger fucked her — she was too embarrassed to say anything, she would rather wallow in her shame and its cum quietly. Well as quietly as she could be.

Snatching her from her pitiful thoughts — it dragged its pulsing pre cum dripping head across her wet slit, mixing both of their juices together to create the best lubricant. It let out a hum of approval, the first sound it had made tonight and dare she say, Poppy loved it. How deep and guttural it was made Poppy's stomach clench in the best way.

The alien dipped the head of its hungry cock into her awaiting opening, “oh fuck” Poppy's head lolled forward into the mattress, her mouth was agape and eyes closed as it slid its length inside her. She knew that it wouldn't be able to fit entirely and the thought saddened her, she wanted it all.

When it got in as much as it could it started to move in and out of her wetness, barely giving her time to adjust. Its movements were not humane, yet still calculative. It didn't look down at her with care but as if it were a Predator and she was its prey.

She could feel every groove, bump and vein as it plunged into her — her pussy clenching around it like a glove.

Poppy was so confident in her ability to know her body that it wreaked havoc on her that every time that it pushed into her awaiting pussy it touched her g spot, every time — but yet, she could just merely brush against it.

She couldn't even form coherent words as her second, more powerful orgasm washed over her. Her pussy tightened over its length — which made it growl louder — and creamed all over the resilient alien. It never let up, never gave her a break.

Her body lay limp as she took everything it gave to her, even when it decided to push more of its length inside her battered womb. She could feel her stomach expand everytime it pushed forward, she could only tiredly lay her hand over her stomach as it fucked her into oblivion.

“ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “ Each orgasm was more powerful than the last, each one did more and more of the impossible.

With a loud rumble, it grabbed her hips so tightly that she knew they were bruised and the skin most likely scratched and raw — ropes and ropes of cum were dumped into her. It's like they were shooting straight at her g spot, her legs shook fiercely and her pussy squirted — not only her juices but the cum that stained her walls gushed out as well.

Black spots painted her vision, her chest heaving at a worrisome rate.

She knew somewhere in her mind that it knew that she was spent — but this wasn't about her.

Its right arm came around her waist to hoist up her pliable body, it grabbed at her legs so that they sat on its muscular thighs — giving a much better access point.

Poppy was basically sitting on the alien's lap with its cock still stuffed inside, still hard and throbbing as if it didn't just fill her to the brim.

She just leaned back and shivered once her back made contact with some cold metal — her eyes barely able to stay open — she could just about make out their figures in the mirror, she could see the mixtures of cum dripping from where their bodies met. She could see how puffy her pussy was and how glossy its cock was as it maneuvered in and out of her.

Saliva slid out of her mouth and down her chin as the all too familiar feeling started to build back up within her. She knew this one would be the one to make her succumb to darkness and maybe even death, at least it was pleasurable.

She whimpered and whined, her legs planting on its steel thighs as she tried to run away from the feeling — she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Poppy knew she lost, she knew when its arms circled around her — locking her in — and started pistoning inside her, it seemed as if its cock only knew to hit her g spot. She cried, tears sliding down her face as her pussy leaked and vision became blurry, breathing didn't come naturally and because of that she became lightheaded.

Sobs racked her body as she came, her hands grasping at the arms holding her. Her stomach cramping from her multiple orgasms and the appendage that has now claimed it as its own.

Not once did the Predator stop. It didn't stop when her legs slipped from their settled position. It didn't stop when her hands stopped squeezing its arms. It didn't stop when her head lolled to the right and eyes closed.

It just held her close to its conscious body and let her pussy envelope him with the warm welcome to its new home.

Dedications: @deunmiu-dessie

Banner/Divider: @cafekitsune @pwixi

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chaoscharme · 3 months

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Self Care Activities that Actually Help

My list of practical, achievable and useful self care tips that will actually improve your mood instead of enabling you to wallow.

Reply to your correspondence

Often if we feel low or our motivation is down, we find it tricky to respond to messages and calls from others. This allows unopened messages to pile up which creates stress and even panic. Instead of trying to ignore this problem, set a timer for 15 minutes. Then give yourself those 15 minutes to respond to as many of those messages as possible, starting with the most urgent messages first. If you cannot complete all the messages, take a minute to reevaluate. Can you give yourself another 15 minutes to finish the task today? If not, that’s fine. Assign the task for tomorrow, and repeat the process when you feel refreshed. If you are not able to give a thorough response to all of your contacts, I recommend drafting a universal message to send, stating that you are currently occupied and you hope to offer them a more appropriate message over the coming days. You can tailor this message to suit your needs and circumstances, and it reduces the amount of pressure on you to offer explanations for your absences.

Wash your clothes

Take the clothes you are wearing off. All of them. Strip your bed. Gather up any towels or tea cloths you can find. Wash them all. I cannot overstate the benefit of living in a clean environment, and wearing clean clothes. Even if you can’t wash everything, wash the essentials, and make sure you are wearing fresh clothes from head to toe. You can swap pyjamas out for more pyjamas, what you wear doesn’t matter. Just make sure they’re clean.

Water

Drink a pint of water with nothing added, no fruit, no cordial, nothing. Just drink a pint of water in one sitting. You are almost definitely dehydrated, just like everyone else. Hydration provides mental clarity, energy, and even relives stress. It reduces pains and aches in the body. It helps quell nausea and heartburn. Water is the quickest and easiest way to reduce physical pain or discomfort throughout the day. By keeping hydrated, you’re improving your quality of life almost instantly.

Stretch in bed or on the sofa

The last thing most of us want to do when we feel low or unmotivated is going for a run, or working out at the gym. Instead of pushing yourself to get a serious or intense workout in, try some stretches you can do from the comfort of your bed or sofa. Stretches will help relieve tension in the body and can increase your energy throughout the day. You don’t have to do anything crazy, just a couple of simple, effective stretches will do the trick.

Eat a “healthy” carb

People so often try to avoid eating carbs as they think carbohydrates are inherently unhealthy. This is simply not the case. While carbohydrates are often used in the production of unhealthy treats such as cakes, cookies and pies, they are not fundamentally bad for you. Carbs are our main source of energy, and if you’re feeling low energy is exactly what you need. Try eating a healthier alternative to those instant sugar rush carbs, such as rice, wholemeal pastas or breads, potatoes or oats. You can add other ingredients to these meals, such as berries to oats or some veg to pasta, to make a more filling meal. Everyone eats differently, but we all need carbohydrates in our diet to provide energy and nutrition, alongside other food groups. Creating a balanced diet is much more important than eating “healthy” all the time. Respect your body by fuelling it appropriately and regularly.

Clean yourself as best you can

Have a shower. Take your makeup off. Brush your hair. Clip your nails. Put deodorant on. Brush your teeth. Wash your hands. You might not have the energy for a full “everything shower” but you can probably do one of the things listed above to make yourself feel better about yourself and your hygiene. Don’t berate yourself if you’ve gone a while without practicing any of these for a while, life can be pretty difficult. Just accept your current situation and try to better it as best you can with the energy you now have.

Please reach out to a trusted person or a qualified professional if you feel you need extra support for any reason. You are not alone and you do not need to suffer in silence. Support is there.

Mwah, Chaoscharme

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ropesbypatricia · 9 months

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Rope Techniques: How I accommodate crepe/thin skin when I tie

I thought I'd drop some techniques I like to use when I'm self-tying or tying another human with thin/crepe skin

What is crepe skin?

"Crepey skin is thin and looks finely wrinkled like crepe paper. It may also sag or feel loose. While crepey skin is similar to common wrinkles in many ways, the condition tends to impact larger areas, and this skin feels noticeably more fragile and thin..."

What causes crepe skin?

Lots of things included but not limited to: sun damage, aging, rapid weight loss or gain, certain genetic disorders, smoking, alcohol use, and dehydration

How is crepe skin different than non-crepe skin?

It is thinner, less elastic, and more prone to bruise, rip, and damage when under stress, pressure, injury

How do I as a rope top account for my own or another's crepe skin in rope bondage?

I recommend wearing comfortable, form-fitting clothes over the areas of the body I might be tying that have creping. I almost always wear leggings and a camisole or bodysuit when I'm tying myself for practice and development - tying directly over slack skin, especially as a beginner, can be a very tricky and painful experience - I recommend practicing over clothing and then moving to implement your practice onto your exposed flesh if you choose

Speaking on tender flesh: Running your fingers underneath a rope line which is wrapping crepe skin can be a pretty miserable and pinchy affair as the flesh has a tendency to stay with your finger as you move to clear the lines, and can easily find itself pinched between the ropes and your finger 🥲

Instead of running my finger under my rope, I gently pull the skin away from any areas where it has become nipped or grabbed up in the rope - a similar technique is useful when working with adipose tissue

Stay well-hydrated if possible - keep your skin clean, exfoliated and moisturized. I find happy skin plays best with rope, and my skin is happiest these days when I'm hydrated, dry-rubbed, and well-oiled 😌

I understand that the risk for side effects like bruising, rope marks, rope burns, etc.. is higher in crepe regions than in skin that is more elastic and collagen-rich. I can use what I find to be best practices to minimize risks, but I acknowledge that the base line for the skin's vulnerability to dermal injury is higher to begin with

If you have any questions you think I can answer or any tips for working with thin skin and rope you'd like to share, please lmk!

Happy roping to you all ❤️➰❤️

#rope is ageless #rope is shapeless #rope accommodates #shibari #thin skin #crepe skin #all bodies are rope bodies #rope techniques #self tie

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princescribbler · 9 months

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ADULT DIAPER BAG BASICS:

Enough diapees for the day....+2. Never do the bare minimum or you might find yourself in trouble with no backups left! For me, that usually means 4 to 5 in case I need them, even though I normally only need to change in the morning, shortly after lunch, and in the evening once usually, but I still bring more!

DISCRETE stuffies are good. One slightly larger one or a few small ones is enough for me, but your mileage may vary!

An actual BAG! First, almost anyone can get away with a backpack unexplained these days, but even if not, at least have it in the car if you've got one! Either way, a bag is key so you're not smuggling diapers under your shirt and thinking that's somehow sneaky!

Disposal bags, especially if you're a diaper Messer. I'm not generally, but even i know it's not good form to just dispose in a random bin, please bag and close up your diapees to the best of your ability changing in public!

Powder or cream, even if it's not always your thing. Very good to have when you DO need it! Better safe than sorry, and better avoiding rashes if possible!

Extra wipes, and ideally good-sized ones. While expensive, the Northshore brand wipes are nice for me and mean I don't need SEVERAL smaller wipes with less tensile strength. Very good to have!

Change of clothes, seriously.. if you're in 24/7 diapees you need to prepare for the possibility of a bad accident or leak. Some folks even suggest 2 spares of clothes.

Your paci or other cutesy little items (but only if you're sure your bag will stay private). Having a change of diapee can be explained with incontinence... having an adult sized paci that says "Mommy's boy" might be a bit more work!

Extra juice or liquid... because the easiest way to get noticed from diapees is being dehydrated and reeking of concentrated peepee, or making a messy diapee. Avoid the stinky peepee by staying well hydrated!

Did I miss your favorite addition? Anything you consider an absolute requirement that I've missed? Let me know and leave a comment, or share what you include in YOUR diapee bag!

And as always, stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

-Scribbler

#ab/dl babyboy #ab/dl lifestyle #ab/dl kink #mdlb relationship #24/7 diapers #cg/l relationship #giggle-byte #giggle byte #mdlb dynamic #md/lb

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queenofcoquette · 6 months

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advice for teens

introduction:

hey loves! i know that being a teenager sucks, but i want to give some tips on what helps me. obviously some things might not apply to you and ik that we all have different lives. these are just general tips!

getting your priorities:

the first thing is thinking about what you need to focus on. such as:

doing your best in school

being involved in extracurriculars/sports

having hobbies

developing healthy habits

plan for the future! what're you going to do after high school? how can you accomplish that?

physical health:

STOP skipping breakfast! idc if ur short on time or don't have an appetite, me neither, but i always have oatmeal in the morning. it's quick, cheap and it doesnt make me feel nauseous. breakfast is important for your body so pls start ur day right.

make a workout routine. exercise is so good for your body, and starting now is easier than starting when ur older. i like to do home workouts, lift small weights and go on walks!

drink enough water! most americans are dehydrated so ik that this is a big problem. read about WHY you need to stay hydrated and what it does for your body, then get enough water.

getting enough sleep. ik life can get in the way, but if u just scroll on ur phone for hour instead of sleeping you need to work on that! go to bed earlier and earlier gradually.

go outside. get sunlight and fresh air everyday, sit in your yard or deck, or just open a window. but dont spend all day everyday cooped up in ur room.

mental health

keep a vent journal. THIS is so helpful. i use loose paper in a binder and whenever i get rlly stressed or just feel like shit i write down all of my negative thoughts. (then i throw it out) this helps you clear your head and regulate emotions so you can approach problems in a healthy way.

communication!!! learn to communicate with the people in your life- its crucial for all types of relationships. learn how to disagree in a respectful way, how to voice how you feel, etc.

obviously therapy is the best route but ik a lot of people either cant afford it or aren't allowed to receive it by their parents. :/

school:

have a to-do list

create a study routine that's attainable.

have a calendar to write down when you have tests, quizzes, etc.

research college admissions. create a plan.

join extracurrcular activities. good for college admissions and making friends.

avoid drama. this is obvious ig but just don't tell everyone your business, or your thoughts on every person/situation. drama just creates way too much stress. be mindful of who you hang out with and how you treat other people.

outside of school:

be aware. learn about whats going on in your country and in the world. dont be oblivious to current events and whats happening, pay attention!

reflect. i like to take time to reflect- i think about my goals and ask myself what steps im taking towards reaching them. i reflect on my behavior, how i can be a better person, how im feeling, etc.

have hobbies. find things you enjoy and can do in your spare-time. i spend a lot of my free time reading, sewing, or doing something along those lines and it makes me feel good.

getting a part-time job. getting a job helps you learn saving skills, real-world experience and is just good overall in the long run.

ik that being a teenager can be hard becuz ur emotions are all over the place, ur stressed about ur future and ur not a kid but also not an adult. it's a weird time but you can make it *better* through being healthier, being mindful and making good decisions. wishing u all the best :)

#that girl #that girl 2023 #self improvement #pink pilates princess #queenofcoquette #study motivation #healthy habits

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waywardxwords · 6 months

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The Fix - Part Six

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Warnings: Language, maybe some fluff *eye emoji*

Word Count: ~4.3k

Beau had called the FBI as he drove to the hospital, and then again when you and Bailey were in with the doctor. Everything had checked out—Bailey was unharmed. She was a little dehydrated, but otherwise, she was fine. She was scared and didn’t understand what had happened. You had assured her everything would be okay, but didn’t know how else to explain everything that had taken place with her father.

You sat in the back of Beau’s truck, your hands held tight to Bailey as you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurt anywhere?” You asked her as your hands danced over her head, her arms. Your eyes moved over every inch of her to look for any injuries.

“No, mama,” she said softly. “But I’m cold…and hungry.”

Beau heard her words and cranked up the heat in the truck. You thanked him softly. He reached for the duffel again and leaned back to say, “There’s a granola bar in there and trail mix. Water, too. Make sure she’s hydrated.”

You found the bar, the trail mix and water and opened the packages for her to eat. As she ate and Beau drove, you looked out the window. You weren’t sure where Beau was taking you at this point, but you knew it wasn’t in the direction of your home. It didn’t even matter, really. You were in a daze at this point and you were willing to admit that you wholeheartedly trusted Beau.

As if he could read your mind, Beau cleared his throat from the driver’s seat. “We’re heading to my office. They want to ask Bailey some questions.” His eyes moved between you and Bailey in the backseat. It was as if he anticipated your concern. “It’s gonna be alright. They want to try to see what she remembers while it’s fresh on her mind. We will both be there, and you’ll have eyes on her the entire time.”

It was as if Beau had stepped into your brain and carefully tended to each issue you had with this scenario.

“Who will be asking the questions?” You contemplated, silently hoping it might be Beau.

“They have an agent coming who works with kids,” he explained as he made the turn into the sheriff’s office parking lot.

“You can’t be the one to question her?” You asked.

He shook his head before he continued. “Sorry, darlin’. The FBI is managing it from here.” It felt like you hadn’t gotten the entire story, but you stayed quiet. Exhaustion had overcome you, but you felt like you couldn’t truly rest. There was no way to know what else might be out there—or who, rather. So instead, you sighed as Beau shifted into park and turned your attention to Bailey.

“Hey, B?” You started softly as you unbuckled her from her seat. “There are some people who want to talk to you about your…” you hesitated. Bailey hadn’t fully understood what she had endured, and you wanted to try your best to avoid traumatizing her any further. “About your adventure…” you settled on the wording. A quick glance to the rear view mirror, you saw Beau’s gaze on you. He gave you a small nod with a wink. “I want you to answer all of their questions, okay?”

“Okay,” she answered easily. Besides being hungry, tired and cold—she had seemed okay, all things considered.

“Thank you,” you breathed with a smile. You stepped out of the truck first, and reached in to help Bailey get out. You clutched her hand tightly as you followed Beau into the office.

Before he pulled open the glass door, Beau looked back at you. “You take issue with any question or any part of all this, and you tell me?” His eyes were firm with intent, but gentle in his delivery.

“Okay,” you agreed. He nodded once and then opened the door for you and Bailey to walk through, with him just a step behind you.

Immediately, you recognized the man in a suit in the lobby as Matt Donahue, the FBI agent who had been working on Jackson’s case. He approached you with a serious look on his face, and his eyes moved over Beau just behind you. He looked less than pleased. Behind him, there was a woman in a similar black suit. She stepped around the man you recognized and offered you a small, but warm, smile.

“Hi, I’m Agent Stephanie Michaels,” she introduced and put her hand out to shake yours. You offered her your name, and shook her hand gently. “And you must be Bailey.” She widened her smile and knelt down just in front of your daughter.

You felt Bailey’s hand that you weren’t holding grip onto your denim jacket as she melded her body to your side. “Hi,” her voice was just as small as she was.

“You can call me Stephanie, or Steph…whichever you prefer,” she grinned. “Hey, I have some cool toys and coloring books in this room over here. Would you want to color with me for a little bit?”

Bailey looked to you for reassurance. The idea of her being anywhere away from you–even if you were in the literal sheriff’s office–made you feel sick to your stomach. Your eyes traveled to Beau’s. You looked to him for the same reassurance your daughter had looked to you for, and there was something about that which felt different. All of your life, you had always felt so sure of yourself and the decisions you made. When you first became a mother, you weren’t so sure anymore–motherhood had made you question everything about yourself, but with time, you had become very sure of your decisions as they pertained to Bailey.

Beau offered a small smile and a nod, and somehow, that was enough for you.

“Go ahead, bug,” you smiled down at her with the nickname you had called her from birth. Your hand smoothed down over the top of her head and rested on her cheek. “I’ll be just outside in the other room. If you need me, you just tell Stephanie, okay?”

She nodded and looked back at the agent before she dropped your hand and followed her into the interrogation room. As soon as the door closed, you felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat and your heart raced. The burn of anxiety crept up your neck and settled into your cheeks.

And then you felt a hand on the small of your back. “It’s gonna be alright, we’re going to watch from the other side,” his timing was impeccable. Your eyes found Beau’s with a small glance over your shoulder.

Words failed you as your throat had tightened, so you just nodded in response. Beau gingerly led you to the room that shared a wall with the interrogation room they were in. The room was dark, but there was a large glass window that looked into the room Bailey and Stephanie had ventured into. You knew the other side simply showed a mirror and Bailey would never know you were there. Matt followed you in, as well.

Stephanie had brought with her various toys and activities that a child would enjoy–there were Barbie dolls, baby dolls and coloring books. “What would you like to play with, Bailey?” She asked softly. You liked her. You didn’t like the situation you were in, but you felt safe with her. Stephanie was slowly shifting your opinion on FBI agents, and you realized she was the perfect person to work with kids in the line of work she was in.

“Um…I like Barbies! I have this one at home,” Bailey quickly reached for one of the dolls.

“Okay, great! I can be this Barbie here,” Stephanie reached for a different doll and the two started playing.

“Hey,” Beau murmured from behind you. “I’m going to grab a coffee quick, would you like one?” He asked as you glanced back at him.

A smile tugged at your lips. “That would be great,” you sighed.

“How do you take it?” He asked. There was something about the way he was looking at you, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Two cream, two sugar, please,” you smiled, appreciative. He nodded as he stepped outside the room and closed the door behind him.

You turned your attention back to Stephanie and Bailey. Stephanie was currently encouraging Bailey to act out what had transpired over the last day through the Barbie dolls. It was a challenge–Bailey had a wild, but beautifully creative, imagination. You knew it would take a little time to get her to talk through what they needed from her.

Matt cleared his throat next to you after a moment. “Can I ask you a question?” He kept his eyes on the glass for a second, but then turned to look at you.

“Sure,” you hesitated, but knew he was probably going to ask either way.

“What’s your relationship with the sheriff?” His eyes studied you, his jaw tense. His question completely blindsided you, which was probably obvious from your furrowed brows and the way your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?” You asked him incredulously.

“I’m curious. Friends? Family? More than that? I’m just trying to wrap my head around why the hell a sheriff–an interim sheriff, mind you–would go through so much trouble stepping all over the FBI on a case that’s miles above his pay grade,” he was blunt. “Especially a man who is trying to prove he’s the right guy to be the permanent sheriff in this town.” You knew what the answer was–you and Beau didn’t have any kind of relationship–but you were startled by the question and why he would ask in the first place.

“There is no relationship between Beau and I,” you explained slowly. “Listen, I know he caused some trouble for you and I’m sorry for that. He was trying to keep me safe and find my kid, which–by the way–I felt like the FBI couldn’t care any less about. You all were so gung-ho on finding Jackson, so Beau stepped in to help me find Bailey.”

Matt frowned again. “While yes, that was insanely frustrating, that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about how Beau wouldn’t back down today. This interview was supposed to take place on FBI territory. He downright refused…he said we couldn’t talk to Bailey anywhere but here. And that you had to be present at all times.”

You blinked once, then twice as you processed what he said. Beau had fought, yet again, to keep you and Bailey safe and comfortable.

“He what?” You finally breathed.

“That’s why I asked. I figured you must be family or he must seriously care about you,” Matt looked back at the glass but you stayed silent as your mind tried to work through this new information.

Meanwhile in the small office kitchen, Beau watched as the dark colored liquid slowly began to trickle into the pot on the coffee maker. He found himself lost in thought as the pot slowly filled, but was interrupted when someone cleared their throat from behind.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Beau,” she sighed. Beau turned to see one of his investigators, Cassie Dewell, lean against the countertop behind him.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Beau looked back to the coffee as it continued to trickle.

Cassie rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from the counter to step closer to Beau. “You’re really going to take on the FBI? The big dogs who call all the shots? Do you want to be unemployed?” She sighed. Beau’s eyes found hers. She was concerned for him, and he appreciated it. But the thoughts and feelings he had swirling in his head over the last day had made it difficult for him to think clearly about anything.

“My job is to protect the people in this town,” he said very clearly. “She just got her daughter back, Cassie. You want me to send them to some strange place where they’re forced to be separated? You think Bailey’s gonna want to answer any questions that way? I wouldn’t,” he scoffed but redirected his attention to grab two styrofoam cups from the cupboard.

“This is something else…this is different, Beau,” she dropped her voice to a gentle whisper as she watched his movements.

He didn’t need Cassie to say the words to know that she was right. “I’ve always been so good at keeping my head on straight when it comes to work,” he didn’t want to open up to Cassie; he hadn’t even wanted to address his thoughts or feelings internally yet. But he spoke on it anyway. “But this has been different. It’s almost like when…” he stopped himself as he stared at the styrofoam cups.

“Like when Emily was missing?” Cassie answered for him.

His eyes found hers again and he felt his throat tighten, which only made him somewhat frustrated. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Cassie. I hear you, I know I need to tread carefully but I also wanna make sure I’m doing what’s best for the people in this town.”

“The people in this town, or–” Beau cut her off before she could say anything else.

“They are two people who live in this town,” he said firmly. “And right now, they need my help.”

“Alright, alright,” she held her hands up in surrender. “I’m just encouraging you to stop pissing off the FBI, okay? We kinda like having you here. It would be really shitty if you got fired.” She offered a small smile to ease some of the tension their conversation had created.

Beau nodded and looked back at the pot where the coffee was ready.

“Thanks,” he grinned in return. “I’ll do my best.”

Hours had passed–the agents had ordered pizza as a late lunch (or early dinner, even) for you and Bailey. Bailey had given some additional information (it had just been her and Jackson on their “adventure”, she hadn’t seen anyone, and her father hadn’t treated her poorly but he seemed “different”). You knew that meant Jackson had been out of his mind while he was with Bailey, which made you feel sick again, but also thankful that she was alright.

Finally, Stephanie and Matt had determined there were no other questions they needed to get answered, and they said you were free to go.

Their words hung in the air as you stood before them. Free to go. You didn’t know what that meant. You didn’t feel like you could possibly return to your home. While you felt sure that Bailey hadn’t been exposed to any drug dealers or criminals, you couldn’t be so sure that they weren’t still going to look for you. With Jackson in jail, your brain had already processed that there could be people looking for collateral or to send a message. You weren’t an idiot; you knew the FBI would try to get Jackson to rat out the people he had worked with–they were looking for the big dogs, and Jackson wasn’t one of them.

“You alright?” Beau asked after the agents left. Bailey had curled up on a chair in the lobby–she was exhausted and needed to get to bed.

“Y-yeah,” you stumbled over the word, but offered him a smile anyway. “It just feels weird, you know? Just that it’s all over–like that’s it,” you sighed. “I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong. It just feels strange.”

Beau’s eyes studied you again–it was something he seemed less afraid to do the longer you were around him. Surprisingly, it didn’t make you uncomfortable–you just didn’t want him to see all of the feelings passing through you: fear, anxiety, overwhelming worry.

“Listen, I don’t want to overstep,” Beau eyed Bailey who was quickly beginning to fall asleep behind you on the lobby chair. “But if you’d like, you and Bailey can stay with me tonight. You two can take my room and I’ll get some shut eye on the couch.”

“Oh, no Beau,” you said quickly, though something inside of you was telling you to say yes. “We’ve put you out long enough. I’m not going to ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” his voice was a low murmur–the lowness made it so much more raspy than normal and it sent a shiver down your spine so that the little hairs on your neck stood to attention. “I’m offerin’. And I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. Truthfully, I would feel better if you stayed with me. Otherwise, I’m gonna be up all night worryin’.”

You nodded and nibbled on your bottom lip as your eyes trailed over Bailey. You knew deep down you wouldn’t sleep, either, if you were alone with her at home. You’d be sitting with a kitchen knife by her bedside all night–and you hadn’t slept in so many hours, as it was.

“Alright,” you practically whispered. “If you’re sure.” A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he nodded his head in agreement.

The drive to Beau’s home was silent–the only sound came from the rumble of his truck engine. Bailey slept peacefully against your side as you played aimlessly with her hair. The sun was pulling down behind the mountains now, and you had to think about what day it was. It had been the most exhausting, terrifying day of your life. The only thing keeping you upright was thinking about how you didn’t want Bailey out of your sight for even a moment.

The truck came to a stop just outside Beau’s trailer and he shifted into park.

Very gently, you unhooked your seatbelt and leaned over Bailey to do the same. Beau stepped out of the truck and opened the door closest to Bailey.

“I can…” he hesitated and his eyes watched you closely before he glanced down at Bailey and held his arms out to show you he could carry her. He knew you had been in mama bear mode for a long time, and he wasn’t going to make any sudden movements.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you whispered back.

“I don’t mind, I just don’t want ya to claw out my jugular,” he half chuckled. Your cheeks reddened and you smiled.

“It’s fine, you can carry her in,” both you and Beau realized that was your sign of ultimate trust—like a cat or dog showing you their belly. You trusted him with your kid, and that spoke volumes.

He nodded once and very gently lifted her off of the seat and to his chest. You got out of the truck and followed him to the door.

“Uh, any chance you could…” he hesitated for a moment.

“Oh! Right, keys. Where are they?” You eyed his jacket pockets to see which one they might be in.

He cleared his throat. “Jeans, back pocket.” You swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment. “They won’t bite, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

With a quick roll of your eyes, you carefully reached into his back pocket and pulled the keys out. “Sorry,” you murmured as you scooted by him on the step to open the door. You found the key and slipped it into the lock, opening the door with ease.

“I’m gonna lay her down on the bed in the back,” he nodded back to, what you assumed was, his bedroom. You followed closely behind as he gently placed her on the bed. “I think she’ll be warm back here, but here’s an extra blanket.” He reached to the dresser and handed you a quilt.

“Thanks,” you breathed as you carefully covered her up. You reached down and smoothed her hair away from her forehead. The sound of Beau’s boots retreating down the hall made its way to your ears. You couldn’t help but smile at Bailey sleeping soundly—safe. Your lips pressed to her forehead and you closed your eyes; she still smelled of the woods and the hospital, but you wouldn’t wake her for anything right now. A bath could wait. She was back, and she was okay.

After a moment, you followed Beau’s footsteps to the front of the camper.

You realized he had stepped outside and left the door ajar. The cool air from the Montana sky sent a chill over you, and you realized you still had on the denim jacket from the day before, a thin long-sleeve top and jeans. It would have to do.

As you stepped silently on the top step, you noticed Beau had started a fire. It wasn’t strong yet, but he poked at it to get the flame to grow. As you watched his profile in the orange glow of the fire, your heart fluttered. Your mind flashed back over the last day, and all the moments you had experienced with Beau:

The way he trusted that you didn’t know where Jackson was, but wanted to scan your place quickly to make sure he wasn’t there just a few days before. To keep you safe.

The way he dropped everything when you finally used his number to come to you when Bailey went missing.

The blatant disregard he had for the FBI when they said they had it handled; it wasn’t a power play, it was because he wanted to fix this.

The way he held doors open for you, made sure you were being protected (and when he wasn’t sure the deputies or agents could handle it, he showed up to protect you), the way he spoke to you when you shared the abuse you had endured, the way he stayed calm when Jackson finally showed up so you could still try to find Bailey, the way he touched your face…and in that moment, everything clicked.

Beau felt the weight of your gaze and turned back to look at you from over his shoulder.

“Uh oh,” he chuckled. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that, darlin’?” He seemed almost nervous as he stood to face you.

“Beau…” your throat felt dry, but what you had to say simply couldn’t wait. “Did you push back on the FBI today about where they would interrogate Bailey? And make it so that I could be there?”

He was silent for a moment. He brought his hand up to the back of his neck and rubbed at the tension there to try and find inspiration on something to say. “I may have done that,” he said softly. “I wanted to make sure I could control the situation, just in case. I don’t trust that Donahue agent, and I didn’t know anything about the woman they wanted Bailey to talk to…” his voice trailed off as you walked towards him off of the steps.

A different kind of fear bubbled in your throat–this fear was around rejection or the disappointment of misreading someone, but you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood just inches in front of him, your face tilted upwards so you could look into his eyes.

“Who am I to you, Beau Arlen?” The words from Agent Donahue had repeated in your head for the last few hours, but you never thought you’d get the courage to ask Beau directly.

He was silent again, allowing the fear to boil at this point. Your heart raced like it had for the last day, albeit for different reasons. But then his gaze moved over your face from your nose, to your lips, to your eyes once more.

“You’re a mother–a damn good mother, might I add,” he started softly. “You’re a stubborn-as-hell woman, who doesn’t follow any kinda rules or direction. You’re someone who’s been through hell but you don’t wear a chip on your shoulder for it.” His voice was low and the rasp was back–you felt weak in the knees, but you couldn’t be sure if that was from what he was saying or the pure exhaustion that drenched you from head to toe. “And for whatever goddamn reason…I don’t care who I gotta go against when it comes to you and your kid. Including the FBI.” He added on. You swallowed to try and clear the dryness from your throat. He paused for a moment before he smirked.

You glimpsed between his eyes and mouth once, twice…and then without missing a beat, Beau’s hands gripped just above your elbows. He pulled you flush against his chest and you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. He pulled back after just a moment to study your gaze.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he muttered as he closed his eyes shut tightly, as if he had just made a mistake. You read his features and brought your hand to his cheek to turn his face to meet your gaze.

“If you don’t kiss me again, Beau Arlen…” your voice fell in a whisper as you teased, but your eyes told him you were serious.

Carefully, and painfully slowly, Beau’s hands found your hips and he tugged you to him before you both closed your eyes and your lips found each other once more.

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH for reading (and for being patient--this one ended up being a bit longer than my usual chapters, so I hope that makes up for this being late!).

I hope I did this chapter justice. I would love to know what you thought! As always, thanks for reading, liking, commenting, and sharing!

New installments are posted on Wednesdays and Saturdays! Just a few more parts left in this story, I think...unless I get some crazy idea (which is always possible, hah).

A preview of the next chapter:

The fire had roared to life by now, with you and Beau settled on two camping chairs positioned so close together there was an overlap. There hadn’t been too many words spoken yet, but his hand held yours reassuringly in his lap as your eyes watched the flames and your bodies absorbed the warmth. The trailer door was left ajar, just in case Bailey woke up and called for you.

Your eyes wandered to his profile and you couldn’t help but stare. “Starin’ ain’t polite, darlin’,” he drawled with a tired smile. His head turned to look at you–his eyes almost lazy at this point.

“Sorry,” your cheeks reddened once you had been caught. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

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imagination-mess · 3 months

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I love theses headcanons about Demon!Deku, I recently finished an anime called "Kinsou No Vermeil", if I could give you an idea based on what I saw, (You had mentioned something that he could breed any humans) an idea got out of me about what happens if Demon!Deku runs out of Familiar energy as a demon and because to a rumor from the Academy, about the power of the soul can increase through affection/physical contact? (I recommend you to watch the mentioned serie, maybe it can give you an idea of how things are going, it's very lascivious but it has funny moments xD)

I believe you are referring to this post by @viburnt with mentions of breeding. I watched a few clips of the anime. I wasn't sure how you wanted it to go. I can do another version of Demon! Izuku dating his witch and more details of that relationship of that nature. Here are my headcanons. I hope you like them.

WC: 700+

Warnings: Implied Sexual Activities

Demon! Izuku

He kept hearing these rumors going around campus. It is combined with the rumors of witches sleeping with their familiars or others' familiars. There are love affairs going on secretly.

He was curious about it, as much as he wanted to trust his friends. He has his doubts about it, to the point that he went to the library to reread the books on demon physiology, etc. It was softly implied but never brought up again. He knows it is possible for either demons or witches to give their power permanently, but at the cost of their souls. It kills the user who is giving their soul to the other.

He wanted to bring up this rumor to you, but he wanted to see if he could get an answer from books, and he didn’t want to ask around. If it was basic knowledge, he already knows he is late to find out these relate to being a demon and much more.

He knows you won’t judge him, despite being so patient with him. He has asked you numerous questions over time, and you have answered each one to the best of your ability. You would go out of your way to find out if you didn’t know the answer, which he appreciates.

It took awhile for you to answer him, "Yes, those rumors are true. There are a few demons around who actually need it in order to survive, such as Dabi. He has a special case for it. It is necessary for him."

You took the time to explain it to him for those who truly need it, like special cases such as Dabi; the others who don’t really need it just do it out of pleasure or intimacy. It won't cost their soul, but more of their aura's raw power. There is a technique that transfers the soul and power to whomever, at the cost of the user. You could already feel the question that was written all over his face. ‘Why haven’t I gotten that from you’

“Before you think negatively, I never offered it to you because your powers were latent. I didn’t want to suddenly trigger them when your body wouldn’t be able to handle it. It can be beneficial, but it can go wrong super fast if not done correctly."

Later on, he went around, asking his friends who had done it to explain to him how to do it correctly. That’s when he found out that it could be both ways. A witch can take or give energy from their familiar. The familiar can give or take energy from their witch.

When he worked up the courage to ask you if you could do it with him, you started off with the simplest affection, such as a hug. He already knew what to expect but didn’t expect that. You just laughed at him because his eyes were wide open. The energy he didn’t have for the past couple days was suddenly there. It was small, but noticeable.

When you move to kiss his freckled cheek, the energy starts to increase a bit more. It felt extremely nice. It felt cool, but it also had a warm sensation. It was as if he was dehydrated and was now getting the hydration he needed. You were putting more kisses on his skin, transmitting more energy to him, and keeping an eye on his expression to make sure everything was okay. He hugged you with a tighter grip subconsciously.

When it was his turn to try and practice with you, he was anxious. He was never taught to transfer energy, so he is learning, and you were his guinea pig. He is a quick learner. He was trying to follow your lead and going off his friend's advice. It was a lot of trial and error. Either he put too much at once or too little to none.

It became a weekly occurrence. He wanted to learn how to do it for emergencies.

Ever since, you have been openly affectionate with him outside of transferring energy. He also became affectionate with you.

Does he want to kiss you on the lips? Of course, he does.

He also knows there is a chance of you finding someone romantically involved. It is very painful to think about, since he has already earned feelings for you for a while. He would rather not cross that line because he thought of someone touching your lips if it wasn’t his once he got a taste of it. It wouldn't go well.

Now he understands why familiars fall in love with their witches at some point in their lifetime. It's evitable.

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cultofdixon · 9 months

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Caring for you, in my own way

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • Non-Binary Reader • Daryl thought it was weird how attached you’ve gotten to him, but then he looks at how your dad treats you and if he were in your shoes? He’d be the same way • ANGST/SFW • TW: Domestic Abuse / Anxiety Attacks / Scars / Injuries / Parent Loss • Fuckton of flashbacks

Requested by: Anon

“Yknow what I’ve noticed?”

“Hm?”

“How close Y/N is to you”

“Seriously? Why are yea bringing that up now?” Daryl asks his best friend, Carol as the group was currently trying to find a home after the incident with Terminus…then the hospital…then the church…honestly, it all went downhill since this so called sanctuary came into frame. The walk they’re currently on, gave them time to talk.

“When should I have brought it up?”

“I don’t know. When we ain’t starving and dehydrated trying to find a place to call home…a time where I don’t gotta think about how much I’m screwing up”

“Screwing up with what?”

“Y/N”

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Even Merle noticed how close this random kid was with his baby brother. They were about a year or two older than Carl and they would take every chance to get away from their parents. But especially their old man.

The kid’s name was Y/N. But Merle called them short-stack a lot because Daryl would always hold stuff above his head to get them from touching it. Especially when he started to try and make his own arrows because his bolts were breaking after overuse.

“No”

“But I can help”

“And hurt yourself? I said no” Daryl scoffs as Y/N plops on the ground beside him letting him work on the arrows. “When you’re older”

“Seriously?!” Y/N light up as they scooted closer to watch him carefully to take note of everything.

Merle laughed to himself at the sight of the two as it made him think of when that used to be like him and Daryl.

“[DEADNAME]!” Their old man yelled for them, Daryl watching their shoulders tense as they quickly got up heading over to the man while Merle brought himself beside his brother.

The two watched from afar noticing their father grab them forcefully and drag them into the small circle which was their family. Merle noticed his brother get tense and the grip he had on the bolt was at a force that could’ve bent the metal. He’s not the best with his emotions either but in the moment, one of his few good moments…he gripped Daryl’s shoulder making him stop his bottled up rage.

“All yea can do? Is be there for the kid” Merle states. “But the second he does anythin’ like our daddy in front of everybody? There ain’t no prison to go to” and that part was pure Merle, but Daryl would choose violence the second the kid was hurt by that son of a bitch.

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The night crawls in and the cool weather was much nicer than hot Virginia heat from when the sun was still out. Daryl watches Y/N and Carl huddle up for warmth even if they were still feeling a bit of the heat exhaustion. So they leaned on each other but not too close.

Carol handed her canteen to Daryl with a look to give it to his kid as he was already going to do so before he caught a glimpse of the look.

“Hey, y’all gotta stay hydrated with what we’ve got” Daryl states handing the canteen to the two noticing Carl’s worried look for the same person as the archer instantly brought his attention to Y/N’s exhausted expression. “Hey…you there?”

“Mhm…” They mumble as they worked on getting the bottle open, leading Daryl to take it from them and open it up helping them.

“Both of y’all finish that, and give some to your sister if she’ll take it” Daryl states watching Carl nod as an indicator that he’ll make sure that Y/N gets some when they shared.

But as the night progressed and the fire started to go out slowly, Daryl found himself sitting up against a tree with Y/N fast asleep leaned up against him. He’d check every now and then if they were getting a fever from being out for so long in the heat.

________

“Who is that guy there?” Hershel asks Rick of the man looming over Y/N after taking their canteen.

“Y/N’s father”

“He got a name or did yea not bother”

“Nah he’s always kind of been to himself. Definitely doesn’t want the kid”

Hershel didn’t like hearing that last part, especially given their father was pushing them away whenever they wanted to ask him something. “Where’s their mother?”

“Dead. Lost her during a herd comin’ through. Almost the kid too if it weren’t for Daryl saying them”

That’s when they both watched Y/N instantly head toward’s Daryl when he came over to check on them after watching their father fail at his job. He handed them his water bottle before directing them toward the RV to help Lori, Carol, and Andrea with setting up the main campsite.

“Least they’ve got someone to care for’em”

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“Rick, what’s the plan here?” Carol asks as she glances over to see how tired their people are but specifically the point where Y/N was close to collapsing from exhaustion and Daryl keeping them up with help from Maggie occasionally.

“Tryin’ to find a secure place for the storm comin’ in”

“Rick” Carol stops him for a second as the collective sigh that gave out from the others, out of relief gave him his realization. “We needed to find a place, yesterday. Or at least water! The creek is dried up from what the three (Maggie, Sasha, and Daryl) said when they went out looking, the heat has been striking all of us but Judith and Y/N especially…you knew from times on the farm and the prison how easy it was for some to get heat stroke. We haven’t faced a threat besides walkers…and even then we are too weak to take care of a herd. We need to find a place before—-“

And Y/N fell before she could even finish. Carol gave Rick another look that sent his mind racing even if the panic was already executing itself from Daryl as he got Y/N on their side.

“Who knows who’s next to take to the heat” Sasha frowns approaching the small scene as she did her best to help even if all they could do was collect Y/N and find a cool spot.

“I don’t even want to think about this happening to anybody else” Maggie states as the two heard Daryl’s annoyance in his growl.

“It happened! Stop worryin’ about the future and focus on now” Daryl snaps and that lead to another night spent in the woods.

While Carol kept an eye on Y/N’s unconscious form, their head propped up with Daryl’s vest. The archer went out during his watch in search for some form of shelter for the group to actually recuperate without the worry of a threat of any kind other than walkers. The moment alone led his mind to race.

I’m not cut out for this

I…Im the type to make it out alone

But all these people, I care so deeply for

And I feel like I’m failing

Especially them…fuck. Of course them

Seeing myself in their face when that bastard was still around…made me want to protect them even if the words never escaped to express such

My actions did. But now

Right now, I’m failing and I’m going to lose them too…

That’s when Daryl stumbled across it

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“Are you okay?”

Daryl looks up from his lap after sitting outside thinking about what he had to do hours prior to returning to the prison. Ending his brother’s life after he had become part of the undead.

He half expected someone else, not Y/N to be standing there.

“Uh yea—-“

“You don’t gotta lie” Y/N frowns, knowing damn well that lying kept their true feelings to themselves but it would eat at them for a while. They weren’t about to let Daryl do such.

Because even if they aren’t blood, Y/N has always seen him as family given how he’s never turned them away when they needed him most.

Which lead to Y/N sitting with Daryl as he talked about the good moments he had with Merle and that he was an idiot for doing a Hail Mary for a handful of people that didn’t like him. But he guesses in a sense it was his last heroic act that helped them in the end…

“He was a good brother in his own Merle way”

“Yeah…exactly”

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The small barn was a temporary luxury that the group used to recuperate.

Maggie sat against the wall with Y/N laying on the ground using her lap as a pillow after being instructed to do so. She carefully tucks away the hair that was stuck to their face resting her hand on their forehead making sure for his sake it wouldn’t get worse.

The group ran into a collection of water, that was up for debate, then it started to rain so they collected that water before heading to the barn. But Daryl went to the barn before that debate with Y/N keeping an eye on them until the group brought much needed water.

“How’re they doing?” Daryl whispers bringing himself to sit beside Maggie as she gave him a reassuring smile. “Good…good…did they drink any of the water or—“

“Daryl. Relax a bit. They did have some of the water and they’re cooling down.”

Daryl nods agreeing that he needs to relax but his attention never left Y/N’s sleeping form.

“Yknow…” Maggie starts knowing Daryl went to look at her. “Their old man scared me. Remind me of my daddy when he would drink, it was never a good sight”

“…Yeah, he was…fuckin’ scary”

“I wasn’t worried though. Once I got to know them, and who they look up to” Maggie shot Daryl a smile as everyone seems to be bringing that up or reminding him in a way…

That Y/N was important to him, and he was important to them…that their dad was just…some guy…while he took up that role.

________

“Y/N…? You alright?”

The teen avoided eye contact when hearing that their father didn’t make it outside the Terminus walls. They were still bitter about him not worrying an ounce when they were sick with the prison illness…but that doesn’t mean that they can just forget that he was their dad.

It was almost always bad, but some ounce of Y/N wanted to rekindle anything when they got older…hell. They can stop thinking about that now.

“He asked for it” Y/N frowns not knowing any other words to say as they quietly stepped away to take a second away from the group.

Maggie frowns watching the teen walk away and before she could show her sympathy or really any emotion, she watches Daryl follow them into the woods…leading her to curiously do the same.

The archer didn’t say a word to Y/N or even try to comfort them. He stood there making sure they didn’t do anything to hurt themselves and Maggie noticed Y/N realize that he was there which made them start sobbing. The man wasn’t keen on showing emotions, but being there was enough.

Daryl carefully took Y/N into his embrace holding them until they were ready to let go. Maggie didn’t even fully understand how close they were until then. He never showed his emotions before when around them, but then?

He didn’t dare let go

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Alexandria…a strange new place, and a new luxury. Settling in the first night all together just to feel safer, Y/N stepped outside onto the porch when they noticed Daryl wasn’t inside anymore. They carried a blanket knowing the man would be keeping watch and it was always much appreciated.

Daryl heard the footsteps and turned to look at the teen, relieved that they are more active that night compared to the times of homelessness. He watches them cover him in the blanket and a bit of hesitance rested on their face.

“C’mere” Daryl lifted one side open for them to plop down beside him on the porch steps, getting under the blanket with him as the silence grew for a second. “You’re okay, I’ve gotcha”

And with that, Y/N fell apart leaning against him as he held them close letting the tears fall and the pain wash out the best it could. They were bottling up a lot…needing this.

Needing his security.

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kittywritessmut · 2 years

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You’re my favourite kitty - Shinsou x fem!reader

Includes: pussy drunk Hitoshi, somnophilia, dom! sub! dynamic, use of nicknames: daddy, kitten, kitty, oral fem! receiving.

Your pov:

It was late at night and you were exhausted from studying. You had just come out of the shower, freshly shaven and washed hair. You used the same soap your boyfriend used, resulting in you smelling like oak and lavender. You missed Shinsou, many villains became prominent in the early months of the year as they tried to make their mark on society. This meant that your pro hero boyfriend was very busy with late nights and early mornings. This meant you barely spent time together. You made his breakfast and lunch the night before and made his dinner when you were about to go to bed for him to heat up.

Since you barely had any physical interactions, you were becoming irritable. Well that’s what your friend told you while you were both in the library studying for your upcoming exam. You were studying to become a (d/j) *dream job. You had a strong quirk but didn’t want the publicity, so you were studying for a more “normal” job. The media didn’t know much about your relationship, only your family and friends did as well as Shinsou’s colleagues.

You hung your towel up and then put on your (f/c) fluffy pyjama pants and a large shirt that was a piece of Shinsou’s best selling merch. You flopped onto your shared bed, the sheets, blankets and pillows were all different shades of purple. You put yourself under the blankets and slowly drifted to sleep.

3rd pov:

Shinsou opened the door, turning on the light in the hallway. With a groan he took of his boots and left them neatly facing the front door. He walked straight to your shared bedroom, only to see you splayed across the bed. You looked so cute and peaceful while you slept. He chuckled to himself and started to strip himself.

Timeskip:

His lavender hair was damp, a towel wrapped around his waist and his toned chest showing. He dropped the towel and trudged towards your sleeping figure. He gently moved the blankets that were covering you, licking his lips as he looked at you. He thought you looked so gorgeous in his merch. You felt the bed dip as he caged your sleeping body. His eyes met your peaceful sleeping face, his heart fluttering at the sight. He began to press light kisses down your body until he got to your pelvic bone. With a shaky breath he tugged down your pyjama pants, to reveal your glistening heat. He sucked in a breath at the beautiful sight of your dripping sex. With lust blown eyes he checked to see if you were still sleeping, you were.

He pushed your thighs apart with his large hands. He then plunged between your legs. Lapping at your heat like he was dehydrated and the only thing that could hydrate him, was you. He sucked on your clit while his hands caressed your bare thighs. His eyes fluttered the way you moaned sleepily, still stuck in your dream. His tongue prodded your wet hole, his eyes kept flicking to yours to see if you were awake. His mouth then moved to suck on your clit, while he pumped a thick finger in and out of you.

With a loud moan your sleepy eyes fluttered open to see the sight before you. Shinsou looking up at you through wet hair and licking at your cunt.

“Hey kitty” Shinsou smirked as he came up to peck a kiss on your cheek.

“Did you have a good dream baby?”

#hitoshi shinsou #mha imagines #bnha smut #mha smut #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou smut #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shinsou #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha hitoshi shinso #hitoshi smut

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idyllic-affections · 11 months

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Hiii^^ hope youre having a great day/night!! can i ask for platonic Tighnari and his child? where his child got a fever where its temperature hit 100 degrees, like how would he deal with that. If only its fine by you to do! take care and stay hydrated!!

what does tighnari do when his child is ill?

summary. how does tighnari handle his child's illness?

trigger & content warnings. fevers, descriptions of medicine and pills.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort. tighnari & biological child!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. hello lovely!! i went with biological child!reader bc i think that would be a cute dynamic, just tighnari and his lil fox child <3 as someone who lives in a VERY hot state in the united states of america, i have had my fair share of experiences with the heat and fevers and whatnot. heat stroke sucks. getting EXTREMELY sick sucks. one time i had a fever of 106°F. that was crazy. pleaae remember to drink water this summer, especially if you live in a hot place like i do! dehydration can be very very serious.

tighnari, although worried, is confident in his ability to handle his child's fevers.

tighnari is no stranger to heat stroke.

he's no stranger to being extremely sick, either, much as he hates when it happens.

on top of all that, he is no stranger to illnesses and ailments. he's a forest watcher. he's seen his fair share of conditions, so he's more than qualified to take care of his kid.

(he also might be just a little posessive—he dreads the thought of letting some other doctor taking care of them, only to make them even more sick. he's a worried mother fr. he'd be furious with himself and with the hypothetical doctor if something like that ever happened.)

he's very doting, but almost in an overbearing way LMAO

tighnari has them take medication on a very regular schedule. it's as if he has a sixth sense for when it's time for them to take their medicine again.

he may craft the medicine himself using local flora, but if their fever is bad enough, he'll go to sumeru city to pick up pills or liquid medicine (depending on what his child can take; as a person who can't take most pills, i totally understand being unable to swallow them). in the time he's gone, he usually has collei watch them. he trusts her.

he also sets a damp rag on their forehead, changing it every now and then once he feels like its absorbed enough heat from their body.

tighnari just stays very close to them in general if possible. he's worried, and he's noticed that they get a little fidgety and restless in their fever-induced delirious state if he's not around. when their fever delirium is at its peak, they might even cry if they can't hear or smell or otherwise sense him.

if he's busy with something he absolutely cannot reschedule or push back, he'll leave them with a clothing item of his. it's not the same, but it's better than nothing.

he often ends up sat at their bedside because of this. he can't have them stressing out; it'll both make their fever worse and make it harder for them to recover.

tighnari also does his best to keep them cool. sumeru is both hot and humid, and he knows from experience that their ears and tail will retain a lot of that heat, so he does a lot to keep their overall body temperature down.

he'll often end up carrying them to the river below gandharva ville so they can cool off like that. he'll carry them back, too. they may be too unwell to walk straight and he doesn't want to risk them falling or otherwise hurting themselves.

another thing he does is makes sure they eat enough.

they may not want to nor feel like they need to, but they do need to eat. if he somehow fails to coax them into eating, he'll get collei. it's hard to deny collei when she cooks specifically for them.

tighnari is said to be a little irritable when they're ill.

best not to ask him any dumb questions if his kid is sick (there are no dumb questions... not until his beloved child isn't doing well LMAO)

you think "teacher mode" is bad under normal circumstances? wait until you ask him something silly when his kid is ill.

yeah...

he's overall just very doting and attentive and worried for their health. everything goes back to normal once they're on their feet again <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x child reader #genshin impact x child reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x child reader

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Since we all know how much I love whumping Dew...

Dew's heats are hell.

They're not sexy in the slightest. They used to be, back when he was a water ghoul, but something changed in the makeup of his body after he changed essences, and now heats are just a week long hell for him.

He usually gets about a week's prewarning before his heat hits. He knows it's coming when his chest is so sensitive he almost cries at the feeling of his partners playing with it, and when he keeps getting told off by his packmates for 'snapping', even though he hadn't realised he was so pissed off.

He knows exactly when his heat hits, because he'll be struck by an almighty cramp that makes his guts feel like they're twisting around themselves, caught in a vice. Normally it hits during the night, when he's thankfully alone, but it's happened during the day, only a few times. He'd dropped to his knees and his packmates had been so concerned the first time that they carried him straight to the infirmary, just to be told that he was in heat.

Dew doesn't get horny during his heat. At all.

He used to, back when he was a water ghoul. Water ghouls are famed for their wetness (obviously) and Dew would somehow wreck even the waterproof sheets with how wet he would get during heats.

Nowadays, he still soaks through the sheets, but it's with sweat rather than slick. He has high fevers, above what is lethal for a human, burning up like a furnace as he lays in bed, surrounded by a puddle of sweat.

With the stomach aches he has, too, there's no question why he isn't horny. The pain gets so intense that all he can do some days is lay on his side in the fetal position, his arms wrapped tight around his waist, and cry. He doesn't want anyone up in his business when he's like this.

Swiss tried, once, just to see if it would ease Dew's pain. It did not. And he ended up with a slightly burnt cock for his efforts.

He's not very sociable during his heats. He prefers to lock himself in his room and deal with the heat alone, not wanting the pity from his packmates. However, his packmates always seem to come and sit by him anyways. Damn Sunny and her lockpicking skills.

Cumulus helps him sip at some broth when he has no appetite, then strokes his hair and holds the bin when the cramps get so bad that the broth comes straight back up.

Aether tries to use his quintessence on him, but it doesn't put a dent in the amount of discomfort Dew's in. He can't even get him to sleep with his quintessence when he's at the peak of his heat.

Cirrus offers a cooling touch with her air essence. She'll rest her hand on his forehead and his brows will relax, his glazed-over eyes drooping in pleasure as he cools down ever so slightly for the first time in days.

Mountain trims some herbs for Dew and strains them into a tea that Dew doesn't drink. He also offers companionship. He sits by the bed, on the floor, in complete silence, his pinky finger linked with Dew's. He knows that Dew gets headaches during his heat, and he knows that he wouldn't like to be talked at when he's in this much pain, anyways.

Rain helps with Dew's hydration. Dew has no appetite or thirst like this, but with the amount he's sweating, he needs to keep his water intake up. They figured out a few hears ago that Dew had small patches of skin over his body that hadn't quite transitioned to fire ghoul, where he could take in water through his skin. Rain holds his hands over these patches and transfers some of the water from his essence to Dew this way, to ensure he doesn't get too dehydrated.

Copia worries. He stands by the doorway, unsure if he should bother his little devil. Sometimes he goes in, only after Dew weakly calls for him. He sits on the edge of the bed, strokes Dew's hair, works out all the tangles with his fingers. Dew will hold onto his wrist tight, as if he's steadying himself against the way that the room spins. Copia tries to soothe him the best he can. He doesn't really know how to help in this situation. He absolutely hates seeing him in this much pain, they all do.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #headcanon #dew #dewdrop #cirrus #Cumulus #Swiss #Rain #Aether #Cardinal copia #Mountain #Whump #hurt/comfort

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will-o-the-witch · 2 years

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Alternatives to Fasting for Holidays

People fast for a number of different spiritual reasons. It's a big part of many holidays. That said, many of us have difficult relationships with food or health concerns where we really, really shouldn't go without eating. It's 100% okay to prioritize your health, the point is to be challenging, not harmful, but it can still feel really isolating. We can feel "locked out" of a shared moment.

Oftentimes, fasting is less about the food itself and more about working through the discomfort. It's about becoming aware of our usual privilege, forgoing worldly comforts/pleasures, grounding ourselves, elevating our spirit through these things. Here are some non-food alternatives which can help capture the essence of the fast while prioritizing our health and well-being. Find what works best for you, your needs, and your life.

Technology. No more doom scrolling, no more instant information, no more artificial light, no more constant noise. Unplug everything. Find new ways to fill your time.

Speaking. That includes texting/posting. We don't need to insert our voice into everything. Take time to make yourself listen.

Water for non-hydration. We don't want to dehydrate, but we use so much water for so many other things, and not everybody has the privilege of near-unlimited access.

Extra noise. No music, no instruments, no white noise, no podcasts, etc. How many things do you use to avoid silence in a day?

Tastes. If you want something a little closer to home, see if you can get sustenance for the day with as little personality as possible. We can eat but avoid getting any joy out of the food when others beside us aren't eating at all.

Coziness. Not everyone has access to blankets, couches, bedsheets, hoodies, etc. You could even sleep on the floor instead of your mattress.

Outward expression. If you're usually a bold person, try going a day with no makeup, no statement clothing, no jewelry, nothing we use to project ourselves outward. What happens when we put our ego aside for a moment and navigate JUST as a member of the society around us? (Pairs well with the verbal fast!)

#yom kippur #high holidays #jumblr #judaism #spoonie #chronic illness #jewish #disabled jews

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stopdyingnow · 1 year

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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. :,

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴. =]

Let's get one thing straight: Mans is such a simp, and I mean a BIG SIMP for you. Head over heels in love with you. He'd never let anything happen to his sweet s/o.

If he goes on a call for work let's say, he'd wrap his arm around you while he talks on the phone with his other hand. Mans must feel you at all times. Y'know how people rub the bottom of cat's necks? He does that to you at times.

If you have nightmares he'll stay awake just to make sure you're okay. If you're shorter than him and you sit or lay on him while cuddling he'll pat your head softly.

If let's say he has a lollipop, he'd let you have some of it and has no problem popping it in your mouth. He has no problem with indirect kisses and stuff like that especially if you and him are already in a relationship.

If you stand for a while and there's no other seats he'll sit you down on his lap.

If he has time he'll randomly take you out to go shopping at times, especially when he notices your clothes getting too tight or if your clothes don't fit you well anymore.

He'd hold your hand in large crowds so he doesn't lose you.

He really likes relaxing with you on cold days. Hot cocoas with him are the best-

Loves hugging you a lot secretly. He loves you touch and doesn't mind you falling asleep on his stomach or in his arms. If you're about to drift to sleep onto him and your shirt trails up your stomach, he'll pull it down chuckling a bit. "Your stomach is showing." He says, chuckling, while tugging it down lightly. He can't help but find it absolutely adorable whenever you fall asleep onto him and you fully relax. Loves feeling you with no stress or worries, just fully submitting to the relaxation.

Speaking of that, on movie nights you and him have he honestly hopes you'll just fall asleep onto him during the movie after a long day. He enjoys the way you relax and just lean your head onto his shoulder. He enjoys little moments like those.

If you're dehydrated he'll get a water bottle and prop it to your lips, telling you to drink some water and to stay hydrated. "You haven't drank much water, drink some water. It's bad for your organs if you don't drink enough."

When drunk he gets wayyy more touchy. He would hug you more, kiss you more, and would even sometimes just flop onto you. Resting his head on your lap while passing out.

When I mentioned he was a simp for you, I meant it. He'd punch someone in the gut or face for you if someone bothered you a little bit. Training with someone and they go to far? They'll get a yelling from him along with a fist to the face and sometimes gum stuck to their clothes afterwards.

Would wipe your tears with his thumb softly if you cried. Very good at comforting. ------------- Random Scenario time

His thumb lightly wiped the tears that dripped out of your eyes after a breakdown you had just had. You went through a rough time, and felt stress and anxiety bottle up inside of you for the past few days. Almost like an explosive about to just explode inside of you. You ran your fingers through his shirt, and he felt some wetness come onto his shirt when your tears fell down onto him. He didn't care though, and in fact he barely noticed it as he lightly pat your head, calming you down. Assuring you with sweet words that it'll be okay, and that he's there for you. His calm voice lightly went into your ears as he massaged your hair and rubbed your back,

"Shh...Shh, calm down. It's okay, I'm here now."

Your breathing slowly calmed, as you eventually took slow breaths. He pulled you closer to him, rubbing his hand through your back lightly.

"It's okay, I'm here now, see? You're doing so well baby..."

He said, as your continued to breath slowly onto him. He wrapped his other arm around you, doing anything to calm you down further.

A few minutes later, you laid there with him in silence, him continuing to snake his arms around you and feel your breath.

"I'll make you whatever you like tonight...You want some pho? I can make you that for you if you want. Anything you want I'll try to make."

You nodded your head, feeling his touch and smelling his scent. You felt yourself slowly melt further and further into his touch, slowing your breathing.

"That's it...You're doing great, just continue to breath for me."

He said, pulling your shirt down a bit since it was cold.

You and him continued laying there in bliss, feeling all worries drift away like you two were on clouds.

You continued laying with him as your worries melted away. For once feeling at peace.

I feel so damn cringe writing these help- 😭 well uh if these provide comfort for you then I wish the best and thank you for reading. 🥲

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #csm headcanons #chainsaw man scenarios #csm scenarios #aki #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #aki fluff #aki hayakawa fluff #hayakawa aki fluff #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #I imagined all of these bc I need therapy badly but I'm too broke asf to afford one

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