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luvyeni · 1 year

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Could you make a fic abt perv heeseung ?

THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN; LEE HEESEUNG

pairings. perv!heeseung x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. both heeseung and reader are pervets, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, mentions of sex

authors note. i'm gonna slowly start writing longer fic request, i'll just take my time , so i won't stress myself out again <3

i hope you like it <3

heeseung gets caught being gross on the train , but you don't seem to mind , at all.

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"s..shit." heeseung palmed at his hard cock through his jeans , he felt gross , he shouldn't be doing this , he shouldn't be palming his cock to watching the pretty girl asleep across from him.

he was gonna to ignore you , his headphones already on , ready to pretend you weren't there, but you moved in your sleep , your skirt riding up , revealing your plush thighs. that made heeseung's head spin , and next thing he knows he grinding against his hand , eyes glued to your thighs.

he was so caught up in his own world , he hadn't realized that you had been awake the whole time rubbing your thighs together trying not to moan, your panties sticky as you pretended to be sleep. you watched him palm his cock to your thighs, you felt bad for him , he had been at it for like 10 minutes, and he still hadn't came.

you guys finally made eye contact when you decided to just open your eyes , staring directly at him. "shit." he quickly tried to remove his hand , not knowing you were watching him. "i..im sorry." he was embarrassed , but you just eyed his hard cock.

"it's been at it for 10 minutes and you're still hard, poor you. " you pouted.

his eyes went wide. "w..what?" he stuttered , had you been watching him? like you could read his mind , you spoke up, "you've been grinding against your hand , looking at me like a pervert for ten minutes , and you haven't came yet , you must be struggling." he doesn't know if it's because the way you're talk talking to him , or the fact that you've been watching him do it for that long letting him do it , but it turned him on even more.

you stuck your head out to see if anyone was near , closing the small curtain , climbing over to his side, sitting next to him. "let me help you." you raked your nails over his jeans , unbuckling them , his hips lifting some so you could pull them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him slowly.

"f..fuck."

he bucked up into your hand , trying not to be loud , it was only a curtain that was blocking you from the outside , but all that flew out the window, when you bent down , spitting on his cock , putting his tip to your mouth, sucking on in.

"f..fuck , you don- oh my god." he moaned as you took him all the way into your mouth , his tip hitting the back on your throat, you gagged around him. "shit- you're just as nasty as i am." he groaned his head thrown against the seat.

his hand came to your hair , making a makeshift ponytail , maneuvering your head up and down , forcing you to take him all the way down your throat. "fu..fuck." he bucked up into your mouth. "that's it -shit- im gonna cum soon."

he roughly fucked up into your face a few times , trying to reach his high. "shit shit shit." he pushed your head down to his your pubic bone, hilting your movements , as he painted your throat with his cum. "fuck- that's it, take it." he road out his high.

he released your hair , letting you come up for air, his cum still in your mouth, wiping the spit and extra cum off your lips. "i hope i wasn't too rough." he reached in his bag for a tissue , but his eyes widened when you swallowed his cum , licking the excess off your fingers. "shit." you laughed at his shocked face.

"you dry humped your hand to a strangers thighs for 10 mintues and then let them suck you off on a train and that's what shocks you." you tool the tissue, wiping your tear stained face. "it's not like you stopped me, you watched you're a pervert too." he said.

"that you're right, what's your name?" you said , even if was a few steps to late. "heeseung." you pulled your phone out your bag. "well heeseung it looks like we're both going to seoul , give me your number , you obviously owe me." you said. "what you thought i'd suck you off and not get anything in return, you can at least take me for coffee." he smirked taking your phone, putting his number in, whispering in your ear.

"how about i take you out for coffee then fuck you in the cafe bathroom."

©️LUVYENI

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen headcanons #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung headcanons

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shankschewtoy · 11 months

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Hii! How was your day? Can I please get Sabo, luffy and ace? If you can, please add shanks! It's okay if not! Can you please do them with their s/o waking them up, but they just wouldn't? So the s/o says "Wake up my boyfriend's here!" To prank them? Thank you!

a/n - I totally died I’m sorry lmao 💀 oml this idea is everything anon- thanks for requesting!!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack as always

- it’s not a surprise luffy just- won’t wake up unless you say food is ready, or that there’s an island in sight .-. very heavy sleeper, won’t wake up if there’s a firework in his room 💀 (I’m not joking you’ve tried this.)

- well today was the day, you’re gonna prank Luffy, isn’t that fun? 😂 you got nami to play along with this.. She was gonna be the one knocking on the door 👀 all that was left was to just sleep with him like normal!

- “goodnight y/n!!”

- “Night luffy >:)”

- the amount of effort to just stop yourself from laughing was incredible- you were practically tearing up just from struggling not to laugh and giggle.

- IT WAS MORNING.

- cue the knock on the door (thx nami) you frantically shook poor Luffy awake, smacking his face just to get one of his eyes half open. “Huh??? What??” Man was so tired 💀

- “Luffy get up! My boyfriend’s here! GET UP! INTO THE CLOSET RIGHT NOW-!” You shouted, shoving him out of bed. Poor man was not awake at all so he literally just went into the closet as you instructed. Your plan had backfired because now he was just sleeping in the closet.

- … “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” -you

- “y/n I warned you of how dumb he is.” -nami

- about 8 hours later (it’s now past 3pm) he stumbled out of the closet, rubbing his eyes and yawning with a grin. “Where’s y/n? She said her boyfriend was here! I wanna meet him!” (Omfg Luffy)

- man literally didn’t get the prank. HE DIDNT UNDERSTAND- (I’ll calm down) he skipped around, finally finding you helping Nami harvest some oranges. “Y/n! Where’s your boyfriend? You said he was here right? What’s he look like? Is he strong?” He asked with excitement.

- the way you and nami were just looking at each other oml: why

- “Luffy. You’re my boyfriend.”

- “yeah I know that! I’m not dumb-“

- “…HUH?!”

- “YOU SAID YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS HERE-?!”

- “LUFFY IT WAS A PRANK!”

…

- “Aw man so he isn’t here?”

- “YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN DUMBASS.”

- you chased him for about 30 minutes before you finally calmed down, and then he understood.

- “WAIT YOUR BOYFRIEND?! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND Y/N!”

- “IM FULLY AWARE LUFFY.”

- “THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!”

- kicks him into the ocean

- now here with sabo, it’s once in a blue moon where you’re the one waking him up. It’s NEVER that way, it’s always him dragging you out of bed at the literal crack of dawn. He’s an old man, give his poor soul a rest and some coffee 💀

- BUT- this one time, since he was exhausted, you were the one waking him up. Poor man’s hair was having a bad day, it was literally standing up straight like goku’s hair lmao. You started by gently tapping him, and when that didn’t work. You nudged him, “Sabo-? Cmon wake up, we have to go eat so we don’t miss the briefing!” You said hurriedly.

- He was just out like a rock. He wasn’t even budging, so you had to resort to more desperate measures. Yelling his name, tapping his cheeks, holding him by the shoulders, and even blowing and air horn into his ears.

- “SABO.”

- sabo: peacefully having nice dreams

- finally, you had the perfect idea… And if this didn’t work? God you might just decide to make dragon or koala do something. “My boyfriend’s here! Get up! Hurry!” You shouted, grabbing his arms.

- “wha- huh???” He said, his eyes barely being able to open. You dragged his sleepy ass out of bed, over to your closet. “Y/n what are you doing???”

- “my boyfriend’s here now get inside before he sees you!” You said, opening your closet door. He was so tired, dehydrated, exhausted, and most of all? So fucking confused.

- “wait- but- I thought I was your boyfriend…? Right? Was it all just- a dream? Did I dream all of it?!” He was on the verge of tears. Oh god you fucked up. You gave him a hug, “No- no! Sabo it was just something I used to wake you up… You’re my boyfriend.”

- poor guy was sniffling, trying to hold back his tears, you’d never do this again because you didn’t think his heart nor yours could take it. You never want to see poor sabo cry again 😭

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safety-writes-noms · 2 months

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Midnight Snack

Yay! We reached 200 followers so im just gonna put out a little short story for you guys as a thank you :D

This story has vore in it! It’s all sfw and nonsexual!!!! If you don’t like that, then just ignore this and click away.

Summary; Miguel hasn’t been taking care of himself lately so you decide to make sure he doesn’t keel over and die from exhaustion.

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Now, you knew beforehand that Miguel is a man dedicated to his job, but this is unreasonable.

“A week?” He avoids your probing gaze expertly as you frown at him from his desk. “That’s how long you haven’t slept? Do you know how bad that is??”

”I’m busy. I can’t sleep.” He responds with a little shrug, as if it isn’t that big of a deal. As if his skin isn’t worryingly pale and the shadows under his eyes stretch deep. If it weren’t for the fact that you had forced him to eat on a fixed schedule, you assume he would’ve also skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner regularly. While his determination is admirable, it’s seriously worrying to see him in this disheveled state.

His hair is all mussed up and his eyes are blank, staring uncomprehendingly at the bright monitors covering the entirety of his desk. You scowl, crossing your arms as he steadily ignores you.

”Miguel! Come on, big guy, look at me,” You tap one of his hands and he tears his eyes away from the holographic report to stare at you. “This can’t be healthy. You gotta take a break, man.”

His brows furrow.

“I can’t. I have to — I have to make sure everything’s fine. Everyone.” He shakes his head stubbornly and you can’t help but huff. He’s pausing, blinking slowly and dragging his eyes back open laboriously as he struggles to function normally, much less hold up a conversation. He’s probably only staying awake through sheer will and spite.

“You can do that after you’ve gotten a good rest, Miguel. You’re gonna end up collapsing or something.” If you could, you’d grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Maybe that’d get some sense into him. Unfortunately, since you’re about the size of his pinky, you settle for pushing at his hand.

He barely pays you any mind, though he seems pretty out of it in general. He’s not listening. He’ll run himself to the ground, and while it’s not your job to care for him, you’re going to anyway since that’s what a good friend does. Plus it would kinda suck if the leader of the Spider Society died from sleep deprivation.

“Lyla. Turn the computer screens off, but leave the lights dimmed at 20%,” You call and the glowing hologram flickers to life next to you.

“Aye aye, Captain,” She salutes cheerfully and the bright orange interfaces go dark. Lyla promptly glances at Miguel and grimaces. “Oh. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, boss?”

Miguel musters up a vague frown, bracing himself heavily against the metal of his desk.

“Hey! I needed those. Turn them back on.” He bristles but the words are lukewarm. He has to be completely exhausted because he barely even fights back. Lyla clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

”Nuh uh, I don’t think so.” She wags a finger at him. He bares fangs, though he looks resigned. That’s a pretty good sign. Means he’s pretty close to giving up.

”I made you.”

”Actually, Xina did.”

“Lyla — “

You clear your throat as loudly as you can and Miguel turns to look at you, irritated.

“This is your fault,” He mutters sullenly, perfectly audible to your ears. Unrepentant, you grab at one of his fingers again and tug until he grudgingly flips his hand, showing his palm. You hop in easily, keeping steady as he carefully brings you up to his face so you can feel the full extent of his watery scowl. ”Are you happy with yourself?”

“I’ll be happy when you decide to go to sleep.” You bite back and he sighs loudly.

“If I sleep for a couple of hours, will you get off my case?” He asks exhaustively and you nod your head grudgingly after a moment of contemplation. A couple of hours isn’t the best but you’ll negotiate with him later.

Lyla claps her hands together happily.

“Yay! This is great,” She turns to you and glitches up to you, holding her hand out. You take it and the two of you shake in mutual respect. Miguel just watches with a defeated sort of air. For a man who’s usually so stiff and stern, it’s only at the dead of night that he lets himself crumble. You find it somewhat touching that he trusts you enough to show his flaws, even though he pushes against your care most of the time.

“You’ll both be the death of me,” He groans and Lyla sticks her tongue out at him.

“I’m actually trying to keep you alive, thanks,” She snarks back before vanishing in a dizzying whirl of golden sparks. Her disembodied voice echoes from the ceiling. “Also, you’re locked out of the computer system for the rest of the night — unless it’s an emergency that needs your assistance. Have a good night, boss!”

Miguel’s head snaps up at her last words before he just sits down heavily in his creaky swivel chair. His head comes down with a loud thunk, the hand with you in it still held aloft. You wince. That couldn’t have felt good.

You hop off easily, absorbing the impact with a roll as you poke at his cheek.

“This is no place to take a nap,” You scold. “Think of the back pain you’ll feel when you wake up tomorrow.”

He makes a muffled noise of annoyance, but pulls himself up regardless. Miguel sets his hand down in front of you again, which you clamber into quickly. He raises it up to his shoulder, and you take residence there as he begins walking over to the cushy couch shoved in the corner of his rather massive office. The kids had smuggled it in somehow and it just never left. Now, it’s main purpose is for movie nights and the occasional nap or two.

He slowly lugs his body onto the cushions with a quiet grunt, making sure that you don’t get knocked off with the motion. Even when he’s half asleep and tired out of his mind, he’s still unimaginably careful while handling you. While it’s appreciated now, it can be a bit stifling when out on the field. You just happen to come from a universe smaller than his, you’re not made of glass.

”Two hours. Then I’m going back to work.” He says, phasing away his suit to reveal rumpled but soft looking clothes underneath. It’s some sort of futuristic fashion with a high open collar and unimaginably soft fabric.

“A whole night.”

”Three hours.”

”A whole entire night.” You insist stubbornly and he blinks.

��… Five hours.”

“Miguel.”

He huffs, aiming a glare at you with little to no heat.

“I can’t take that long of a break. I have things to fix and repair. And missions to coordinate.”

You raise an unamused eyebrow.

“The other spiders can take care of that, Miguel. You have hundreds of incredibly smart people who are willing and eager to help. And Lyla can do that last one. She’s connected to everything.” Miguel still looks hesitant so you decide to sweeten the deal and play your trump card. “Look. I’m tired too, y’know? If you agree to sleep until morning, I’ll let you eat me.”

He’s silent for the count of five before he shifts slightly.

“Right now?” He raises a brow at you and you nod.

“Yup. I don’t really mind it, y’know. I think it’s comfy.” Miguel looks faintly confused but seems to be considering his choices.

“… Fine. A whole night’s sleep.” He finally settles on, and you slip down from his shoulder to his chest, squinting through the darkness you know he can see clearly through. Miguel hesitates for a moment before gently grabbing you from between his thumb and forefinger, lifting you up to his head.

You dangle from his hold, blinking as he apparently works things out in his head, sharp eyes examining you carefully despite the fact that he has gulped you down before with relative ease.

“Alright. The watch will make sure you’re fine. Just call me or send me an alert through it and I’ll get you out. Got it?” He asks and you nod eagerly.

He opens his maw wide and though you can’t really see in the dim light, you can see the yawning abyss of darkness in front of you, highlighted by sharp white teeth and fangs. His breath whooshes over you, making shivers wrack through your body despite the relative warmth of it. You reach up and tap one of the fingers holding you up, signaling that you’re ready and he makes a quiet hum of acknowledgement.

Miguel inhales slowly and slowly lowers you into his mouth. The first sensation you get is wet. Saliva soaks into your suit and you slip a little, bracing a hand against the slippery soft flesh of his tongue. The second is temperature. Everything is moving around you, so wonderfully alive and warm. His tongue curves underneath you, the powerful muscle shifting so it can wrap around you loosely like an oversized blanket.

His mouth shuts with a quiet click of teeth and all of the faint light from outside is cut off, leaving you within the darkness of Miguel’s body. You go slack and still, letting him absentmindedly taste you, push you from one cheek to the other subconsciously.

You feel him soak you in spit, not protesting or fighting back as he readies you for the journey below. Miguel is still gentle, careful. Nothing is too rough or hurts at all, even when his tongue tentatively presses you up against the hard palate of the roof of his mouth. After a long moment, he tilts his head back, just barely.

You slide toward his throat, squeezing down the tight fleshy tube accompanied by a couple of large gulps to help get you down entirely. The sound of his swallows is loud and for a moment it’s all you hear as you’re moved down. It’s not a bad pressure and you’re mostly used to it as you slip down from his esophagus and into his belly.

And man, it’s so much warmer here and also so much more comfortable. The soft flesh here contracts slightly around your body as you find a comfortable position to lie in, tucking yourself against a wall with a yawn. You press a hand against the mass of warmth and squishiness under your fingers, blinking when it ripples across the entire expanse of his stomach.

It’s quiet for a moment before Miguel clears his throat, his voice oddly loud and muffled at the same time.

”You okay? Need me to get you out?” He asks, and you make a lazy hum in response.

“No, I’m fine, man,” You sink deeper into the comforting warmth and you hear something like a quiet chuckle from above. It’s good to hear him sound relaxed for once. God knows he needs some relaxation anyway.

“Okay,” he sounds tired and everything is still before your surroundings shift and you tumble somewhat quickly into the side wall of his stomach. He must’ve turned over on his side. ”… Thank you. You care too much about me.”

You frown, picking up on his meaning quickly.

”Well yeah, you’re my friend. Besides, if I was working myself to death, you would’ve done the same, right?” You say and he huffs, laying a palm over his stomach. You can feel it in the way the slimy-squishy walls indent around you.

“It’s not the same.”

”How so?”

”It just isn’t.” Miguel says firmly and you roll your eyes.

”Agree to disagree. Also, go to sleep! I have no idea how you’ve stayed awake this long. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.” You promise, pressing your hand against the closest “wall”. He makes a quiet noise, but it’s quickly drowned out by the familiar sound of rumbling vibrating through his entire body. The volume of his contented purrs are quiet enough that a person outside would have to strain their ears to hear it.

From where you are right now, the comforting noise is steady and somewhat loud. It’s not overwhelming though — it just blends into the other sounds of his stomach growling and his other organs working somewhere else in his body. You stretch and settle down with a quiet yawn.

Then everything shifts around you, contracting and moving to cradle you securely in complete warmth and comfort.

“Goodnight.” Miguel’s low voice echoes from above and you close your eyes.

“G’night.”

You fall asleep that way and he quickly follows, a hand settled carefully over his stomach and fully content.

#extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore #Sw writes fics #safe vore #soft vore #s: spidervores #spidervore #spidervores

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cultofdixon · 1 year

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Come With Me

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • Jealousy never looks good on anybody. And it was odd at first to everybody when you extended a branch to Negan, but as the odd feeling fades for others…Daryl is still left stuck in his head • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

“I made her a bed, she’ll be comfortable and safe here” Y/N crosses their arms leaning against the bedroom door frame watching Daryl unpack his bag back into his dresser. “I don’t have a dog bed”

“He can be with me, no?”

“As long as he doesn’t bark when I come home from the night shift” Y/N smiles a bit moving from the door the second Daryl brought himself close instantly bringing them into his embrace. “I’ve missed you”

Daryl squeezing them in the hug confirmed the same feeling back. He wasn’t great with his words, everybody knew that. He was just relief that they let him back in after the bridge explosion years ago.

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“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Leavin’”

“Daryl…why? Because of what happened to Rick? What is leaving going to do?”

“He ain’t dead. Must’ve got caught up in the water. He could be there and I’m gonna find him” Daryl practically pulled the drawer out of the dresser as the loud thud startled Y/N slightly as they continue to watch him pack struggling to find the words to make him stay so all that came out.

“S-Stay, Daryl please”

Daryl felt himself slow a bit the second he heard the crack in their voice. He wanted to just drop everything and hold them for hours on end. But another part owed a whole lot of people to go find Rick.

“Come with me”

“Daryl I can’t just drop everything. We lost something—-“

“And I’ll find it. Now you understand why I’m leaving?”

“Daryl he—-“

“SHUT IT” Daryl snaps watching them flinch realizing he shouldn’t have done that. But he wasn’t going to listen to them be like some of the others.

He’s not dead and he’ll make sure of that.

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Even if that meant they weren’t sleeping in the same bed anymore.

Daryl hasn’t slept in a bed in forever and Lydia never had a bed since the start of it. So both of them were wide awake not knowing what to do.

Why did they take me in was all they thought for two different reasons.

Then the sudden shuffling startled Daryl up and out of bed to investigate, seeing Lydia struggling to open a door which was the room Y/N was staying in. The panic started to fill in as Daryl joins Lydia, inevitably gently pushing her aside and kicking down the door finding Y/N on the floor trying to not make it look like they struggled.

“S-Sorry I heard mumbling and then a thud…I-I couldn’t just—-“

“It’s fine…Nothing bad happened” Y/N held their head for a moment sitting on the floor as Daryl tells Lydia to go back to bed while he stayed with them. “I’m fine. You can go back to bed”

“Ain’t leavin’ til I know you’re okay” Daryl extended his hand and when they didn’t instantly took it, he felt worse for leaving. “Y/N I…”

“I-I have the night shift on watching Negan. I was getting up to get dressed and just. Fell out of bed.” Y/N frowns rubbing their arm knowing there are going to be random bruises in places just from falling onto the hard wood floor.

“We still have shifts for that?”

“Yeah…I don’t know why alright?” They sigh bringing themselves to their feet stumbling a bit, making Daryl hold their arms to help them steady before hesitantly letting go. “Go back to sleep. I’m sorry this happened” they finally collected themselves moving the blanket onto the bed and getting their boots on.

“Layer up, and take Dog”

“If it helps yea sleep at night. Im taking your poncho and Dog” Couldn’t tell if they were serious, but hearing Dog’s footsteps confirmed half of that.

The familiar footsteps made the resident prisoner adjust the light on his lantern to be brighter for the entire room instead of just beside the cot enough for him to read. Y/N made their presence known while also Dog came barreling toward Negan to start sniffing him.

“I don’t got any drugs! How would I even get drugs?”

“What about the pain killers for that laceration?”

“Okay smartass. Why do you have Dog the dog? Judith loves that damn thing…” Negan watches Y/N move his legs so that they could sit on the cot instead of the uncomfortable wooden chair outside the bars. They started to let the door open for Negan, the cell door at least. The main door to the basement gets locked when he’s down there. “Daryl moved back in?”

“Yeah, and he saw me post-nightmare. I didn’t want to tell him what really happened or what it was about so I just lied saying I’m doing the night shift”

“Make sure he doesn’t ask Michonne if that’s real or not. Not like we do much of anything but talk and get my fucking cuffs in order” Negan closes his book turning to stare at Dog who was trying to get comfortable on the cold concrete, making the man toss one of his two blankets on the floor for the damn thing to lay on it. “Why didn’t yea just tell him?”

“Because it was the same one. That I have been having since Rick died.” Y/N frowns watching their hands shake as they adjust the poncho to cover them up. “Since Daryl left…”

Daryl couldn’t help himself and followed Y/N, but stayed by the rain drain that lead to Negan’s cell. The one Judith would talk to him through. Keeping himself out of sight but noticed Y/N sitting with Negan which stirred a bit of the rage back inside him.

“You should just tell’em. I don’t see no point in not sleeping at night” Negan crosses his arms. “Or pretending to be mellow about him coming back when all yea wanna do is jump his—-“

“I’ll hurt you if you finish that sentence Negan”

“Feisty as always. But I make great points”

“Oh should we talk about your great points that lead you here?”

“Hey I fucking saved your ass, his ass” He quickly points to the Dog. “And Judith’s. I only get glared at two times a day now”

Y/N rolls their eyes snorting to such keeping to their side of his cot as Negan took the silence as going back to what he was previously doing. They’ll vent more if they have to Negan thought glancing at them every now and then.

Meanwhile Daryl started to make his way back to their place. Their place. His and Y/N’s! His Y/N’s!…shit Daryl sighs taking a seat at the steps to the place thinking about what he heard. Nothing too weird just that he’d wish Y/N would talk to him more. Like old times. Now Negan is that person. Fucking Negan He grumbles rising and heading inside.

“How long?”

“How long what?” Michonne looks at Daryl confused by that question as the conversation of how RJ and Judith are doing with no clear path to lead to his question, didn’t make any sense. “Elaborate Daryl”

“Y/N and Negan” just saying that made Michonne choke on her water, making Daryl start off with there’s something going on in his mind but when she started to laugh he groaned. “Alright, what am I missin?”

“Nothing. They talk but they’re only colleagues. Y/N does have to watch the idiot. You think they would just stand there in silence?” Michonne went for another sip of her water noticing the serious look on Daryl’s face. “You’re an idiot if you think Y/N would do anything more”

“I am an idiot, but for leavin’ for so long”

“You were doing what you thought was right, Daryl…not saying we all came to terms with yknow still. But Y/N understands why you did it”

Daryl sighs leaning against the kitchen counter looking at his feet to avoid Michonne’s pressing expression knowing there’s more. There’s always more that he doesn’t always say so Michonne took what she already knew and drew from it.

“Y/N keeps Negan from getting in more trouble than he already is in. When you left, they blamed him for Rick’s death and threatened to kill him. This lasted about a month. Until Y/N’s accident that left them within the walls for a few months just so we wouldn’t have to worry about them getting hurt again. During that time Negan opened up a lot. To Y/N. Because they were real to him about how they felt with not just you leaving. But everything he’s done. So he trusts them. And they talk and Negan just helps around the community.” Michonne finishes her water and gets her katana in its scabbard.

“Michonne…Yea think—-“

“They never stopped loving you Daryl” Michonne finally admits for Y/N in that moment. “So seriously. Don’t be jealous over Negan. Or I’ll let Y/N knock some sense into yea” she smiles leaving on that note as Daryl sighs being left alone with such.

As the rest of the day continues with ease, Daryl knew Y/N would either be by the cell or helping Lydia in any way or stuck babysitting Negan when he’s outside the cell. He’s been given responsibilities around Alexandria after he saved Judith in the snow storm. Besides, he can work to pass the time instead of staring at a concrete wall contemplating the end.

“Shouldn’t pull your punches with Y/N, Lydia”

“She’s working with a staff and you want her to land a good hit? I’m the one using just my hands here” Y/N laughs dodging Lydia’s lunges with the staff in her hands watching their hands the best she could to avoid the sudden grab of her staff after a lunge. They pulled her right off her feet but were careful not to be too rough about it. “Or cuz I’m winning these sparring matches?”

“I got close that one time!”

“Yeah cuz Negan thought it’d be helpful to toss a tomato at me” Y/N rolls their eyes helping Lydia back to her feet.

Daryl rounds the corner keeping out of all three’s line of sight so that he could observe. It was pretty…boring. He was just watching Negan get stuck hanging up laundry while Y/N and Lydia were sparring. But seeing the joy on their face when around the two, pulled an uncomfortable thought from his mind. The picture perfect…family, that’s supposed to be him. And boy is he an idiot for that thought.

“Y/N!” The scream to escape Lydia startled Daryl out of his thoughts as he stopped caring about his presence being known.

“Damn Lydia. Way to catch a person off guard” Negan drops to his knees rolling Y/N over carefully when Daryl drops down beside them. “Man of the hour, Lydia struck a bit too high. Nailed them right at the back of the head”

“Lydia. Get Siddiq” Daryl frowns watching her nod before quickly running off to the infirmary. “Hey Y/N wake up. Come on” he gently held their face as their eyes slowly opened but boy did the pounding sensation made them want to close them again. “Hey hey—-You can’t sleep. Might have a concussion”

“With that force, yeah it has to be” Negan scoffs receiving a glare from Daryl instantly as he held his hands up in defense.

“Mmm…my guardian angel is here with a mean lookin’ face” They groan out feeling Daryl bring his arm under their back to start helping them sit up. “Slow…slower…”

“You should do what they say Da—-“

“Fuck off Negan” Y/N mumbles letting Daryl sit them up even though all they wanted to do was go back down as they slowly started to do so but he stopped them from doing so. “Meanie…”

After Y/N got situated back in their room back in their place, Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching them doze off every now and then.

“Meanie”

“Me?”

“Mhm…Leavin’”

It’s the pain killer Siddiq gave them but holy fuck did they have to go there Daryl frowns moving his gaze away until they tossed one of their pillows at him. “Hey—You need that”

“Look. At. Me.” Y/N snaps wincing a bit rubbing the side of their head a second. “You’ve been actin’…weird. Is it me?”

“No! No…”

“Then?”

“…You really gonna pry it out of me?” He questions seeing their infamous annoyed look as they gesture to the situation they’re in. “Fine fine…You’re startin’ to like Negan more than me”

Y/N really wanted to laugh in that moment because he’s got to be crazy. Maybe Lydia hit his head on the way to getting Siddiq for their injury. There is someone crazy enough to like Negan that way, but Y/N is not that person. Especially when they haven’t stopped.

“You think I stopped loving you—let alone like you because you left?” They frown crossing their arms seeing him avoid eye contact once again. “Daryl Dixon. I do not like Negan more than you.”

Daryl still avoided eye contact for a moment before Y/N started to nudge him with their feet.

“Stop pouting and come up here” Y/N pats the empty space beside them for Daryl watching him being hesitant at first as he makes his way. They instantly rest their head against his shoulder feeling him shift to make them both more comfortable. “You’re dumb for being jealous if that’s what’s happening…cuz I just. Never stopped when you left. That the one I time I went looking for you, I crashed my car and Aaron found me bringing me back. Michonne knew Carol knew how to find you, so she wanted to get that out there to you. But I didn’t want you to know…so I got stuck here and told to stay here which drove me nuts even when I was fully okay to go beyond the walls. Part of me wanted to go find you again, another wanted to stay in case you came through those walls any minute.”

Daryl hasn’t let go of that feeling when he first left in search for Rick. The painful feeling of leaving Y/N behind. Hearing all that they said made him feel better but also worse for the whole jealousy thing towards Negan. He just hated change and thought their feelings did.

“I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to be, the jealous thing yeah. Cuz you think you’re stealthy Dixon?” Y/N elbows him playfully giving away that they knew whenever he was hovering.

The cell.

The gardens.

The hallway outside their room.

The man may get around without being noticed by others, but they will always know where he’s at.

“Just. Don’t get too close to Negan”

“Yeah yeah. My mean lookin’ guardian angel will hurt the guy if he looks at me one way. He’s not the one I’m in bed with now is he?”

“May I remind you why you’re in bed?”

“Shut it Dixon”

•

Once the summer weather came around, Daryl stood outside Y/N’s door watching them get their pack ready. He quickly stood up straight when they brought their attention onto him.

“Hey”

“Hey yourself.”

“I ain’t good at this…” Daryl clears his throat approaching Y/N. “But some of us are goin’ to Oceanside. To train in case of a Whispers attack…come with me?” He extended his hand expecting them to say no but with the quick throw over the shoulder of their bag and their hand instantly accepting his.

“Someone has to watch Dog”

“Oh so it’s for Dog now?”

“Don’t get jealous over Dog now, love”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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toiletwipes · 11 months

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IM WAITING FOR THE PUNISHMENT, I KNOW ITS ON MY WAY | vampire!wilbur

~3k words / hey hey hey. so ahah. yeah. @l0veb0mb1ng keeps dropping bangers and they have good vampire fics so I couldn't help myself! blame her! anyways. hope yall enjoy!

[You get a little too invested in the murders happening around the city and get introduced to the phrase: fuck around and find out. Wilbur happened to be the person to save you. And he's kind of a vampire. Roll the tapes.]

Nothing makes sense in this fic, I am so sorry but the title is from Custer by Slipknot. I'll do a part 2 <//3

When one pictures their ideal death, it usually involves passing on during their sleep or perhaps something just as kind, maybe old age.

All this to say this is not what you pictured for yourself.

Curled up, in someone else's arms, a half-stranger, cradling your body as the two of you put pressure on the wound in your neck. You can hardly speak, struggling to even breathe, and all you can see is this man, speaking to you and you're hearing none of it. And after considering everything, yes you don't want to die… but dying in his arms seems nice.

A very handsome man, with brown, wispy, curling hair into his eyes as he looked over you, around you as he tried to find anything that could help. There was nothing. And you liked the way his eyes were red, despite knowing why they're red. His smile, you remember, had been the prettiest thing you'd ever have the pleasure to see.

"Wil-" you choke on the blood on your mouth, trying to speak, and his hands shake as they press harder on your neck and he shushes you, every part of him shaking even with the weight of your body in his lap.

"It's okay, you're gonna make it out of here, the ambulance-" and you lift a trembling hand to graze his cheek. It leaves a streak of blood on his cheek by his mouth.

"Smi- le. P-p-... please." And the two of you hear the sirens already, and his eyes flicker between the street and your face. And he chokes on air he doesn't need before flashing a small smile.

"You're going to make it out of here, I swear. You'll make it." He kept repeating it even as you felt the ache, the pain in your neck dull. Before you could realize it, you're being placed on the ground, gently as he could and without the added pressure from him, you gasp and gag on the flowing blood. But it doesn't last long, bright lights show and people slide into your blurring vision.

For better or for worse, you close your eyes and let them deal with it. Sleep tempts you enough to listen.

***

Blinking your eyes awake, you tilt your head to the side to see the monitoring equipment and the IV attached to your arm. You swallow, with an extremely dry throat you notice, and look away. You've always had a weak stomach when it comes to these things. Looking around as much as you could though, there's no one in the room. Your eyes trail to the door with the window and open blinds and people pass by every few seconds. Nobody opens the door.

You sigh, not that you really expected someone but… the last thing, the very last thing you remember, is the smiling face of a truly beautiful man. The thought of it, separated with the choking on your own blood part, still makes you feel warm.

The table beside you has your things on it, your phone and your keys. And a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase, the prettiest you'd seen. You recognize tulips and carnations but nothing else. Still the white and blue flowers are pretty and thoughtful.

No tag on them to show who the flowers were from. Frowning, you take your phone, groaning for a second as you reach with a weak arm. Leaning back into the bed out of breath, the phone lays on your stomach, the cold screen apparent through the thin sheets.

When you catch your breath, you're quick to unlock the phone, going straight to your call log. There's a missed call from your boss and then there's your aunt in town, but there's one call that makes your eyebrows raise up.

It's a phone number you don't recognize, but checking the text messages, it seems like you did know him. Or, were going to know him. And then it all comes back to you.

Meeting him at night, having information about these strange killings in your part of the city, and then after a week of this, being attacked. Not by him. Something else entirely. And he'd tried his best to call the ambulance, let them know of your location and held tight to make sure you made it till then. At least you think. (And if you think hard enough, you remember part of his name. Will, maybe.)

The last thing you truly do remember is his smile and the warmth it brought you even when touching him made you shiver and the cold ground still sink into your bones, even now in this hospital, you could feel it.

The door opens and a doctor walks in.

He explains you lost a lot of blood, that they managed to get to you in time and that if they were a minute late, you wouldn't have been here. But then he explains that you've got a patch on your neck, that despite losing so much blood, it didn't even need stitches. ("It was… strange.")

When you asked about the flowers, he hums and scratches his beard, "I think I saw a guy deliver them to your room but other than that, I don't know I'm sorry." You mumble your thanks, sinking into your bed before the nurse comes back in and you ask for another blanket.

They let you out after twenty-four hours, and you make it home in time to see… nothing has changed.

Everything was exactly as you left it.

Which also meant the dinner you were in the middle of eating was still there. You grimace, throwing the whole plate away as you move through your apartment. Nothing had been out of place.

Tapping your fingers against your folded arms, you think absently about the wound. About how you asked if he could anything, from that night, and he froze, it was for a split second but he froze. And then he shook his head, stopping and cutting himself off every few words. But it sounded mostly like he couldn't do it. Like it would hurt him. And hey, modern medicine has its wonders, so you're not too upset.

But that night when you go to peel the bandage back after getting completely undressed to shower, your breath is stolen completely. There is hardly a wound, sign that a wound was ever there in the first place. There's two tiny dots, dragged down in a jagged line, but they're mostly scars. Fresh, and still tender when you graze over it with a finger, but still. Scars.

It made you wonder.

Whatever he did, he didn't make you into something like him. That much was obvious. The hospital food had left you hungry for real food, but the food was still things like a sandwich or a box of donuts, things like that. Nothing like whatever made him hungry.

So, scrubbing your skin off of any dirt, you get out, and dry as fast as you can. Throwing on shorts and a hoodie, you sit in the middle of your bed, arms wrapped around your legs as you dialed the phone number to this man.

He doesn't answer. And he doesn't answer the second call, and that's when you leave the voicemail. "Hey, um, Will, is that right? I- it doesn't matter, or it's not that urgent but it matters to me but I need you to call me? Or something because I'm seriously freaking out and something's wrong. Please call me back." You've never felt more pathetic in that moment but what could you afford to lose?

Dignity means nothing to you right now and as you pad to your kitchen to eat, you just knew you needed answers. Leaving your phone on the bed just in case because if he calls, and you know it's a bad time to be petty, you want him to feel just a little desperate like you did. Enough to call you a second time.

And when you come out of the kitchen after eating the leftover soup in the fridge, you see your phone has one missed call. And nothing else. Not even a voicemail.

You wonder if you should call him back when you hear frantic banging on your door. Glancing at your phone one last time, you manage to convince yourself that it couldn't possibly be him. It's way too soon, there's no way he lives close by and when did you ever give him your address?

The frantic banging didn't stop until you slide the lock off the door and opened it, and your mouth gaped open at seeing him. Him.

"I-" you stammer, struggling to form a thought. "I called you like four minutes ago, how-" he waves his hand and stops you from talking again.

"Will you let me in? And show me what's wrong?" His voice pleads with you and you bite down on your lip, chewing as you contemplated it for a second. It is why you called him, after all.

Letting him in, you lock the door behind him and show him to the couch. He doesn't sit but you're too bothered to care about it, you sit with your legs tucked under you.

"I want to start by saying I don't exactly remember everything that night, just that I was supposed to meet you and when I did, I got attacked and I- I almost died."

("Hey, hey, stay with me, you're going to be okay. Y- you're going to make it, just- just listen to my voice okay?" His voice shakes in your memory. And you have to pull all of your strength together to stay focus, even with all the blood leaving and choking and the hot, blinding pain in your neck.)

He doesn't move but you can see the flashes of emotion on his face.

"And- and when I got home and went to take a shower, it's just. Well, look." You stuttered through the beginning, breath catching in your throat as you thought about it and when you pulled the jacket down enough, just to show the scars, he stiffened. "And I wanted to know if you did anything to me- if you tried to heal me, even a little bit-" and he shakes his head, turning away and to the window. He stands by it and yeah, you look at his hands, they're closed and shaking with how hard he's clenching them.

"I told you at the beginning, there are going to be risks, looking into this." And he turns around, face definitely angry and frustrated. He can't cry, and it's not a thing of refusing to, no you can see them building in his eyes and they just won't fall. "If I tried to save you the way I was, you would have rathered me to kill you by now." And he starts pacing.

You look down at the ground, not feeling an ounce of guilt or regret. You know the truth of those murders, first hand. You know what's killing them and that's more than what the public knows. But it almost killed you.

"You have to drop it." He speaks.

And automatically, you refused, "no." You didn't even want to entertain what he wanted you to do.

"Either you stop looking into this or you die. It's as simple as that." He says, moving away from the window and towards you.

"The people need to know they're not safe-"

"-they already know!" He shouts, stopping four steps away from you. He digs his palms into his eyes, "five people have died the same exact way and nobody has been caught. People already know they're not safe. And if you tell them what, a fucking blood-sucking demon is the person behind it, they'll never believe you. And then you'll still get killed just like everyone else." He drops the palms from his hands and then steps closer, and despite being so frustrated and scared, your heart beats harder at being so close to him.

"You almost died already, just please stop." His hands hover over your neck and face, close enough to feel the chill of his cold skin.

"I can't stop. The people who died-" "-they're already dead, there's nothing you can do for them." And he steps away and when you watch him, he releases a breath he doesn't need. He turns away and for a moment, things are quiet.

And thinking real quick, to the moment where he stood so close and stared you in the eye like you staying alive mattered more than the justice these people deserved- you recall the dark irises. Nothing like the red color before.

"You're hungry." You state, and his shoulders tense up. "Why?"

"Trying to lose weight, it doesn't matter. That's not what I'm here for." He refuses to turn around.

"It- I just- there's still one thing that I'm confused about." He doesn't say anything as you stand up, moving closer to him. "I was bleeding out, I was right there. It would've been easy to-"

"To kill you?" He turns around and the both of you freeze at how close the other is, despite him being far more aware of it. And yes, that's what you want to know. He was right there, the same kind of creature that's killing your city's people, holding your bleeding body and you were right there.

"It would've been easy," you say, and his eyes dart to your face. He searches your eyes for something you can't describe.

"It wasn't." He said in the end and then backed up, backs away from you, holding his breath again. "Stop trying to be a hero and lay low for a while." And then he slammed the door on his way out.

***

It's one thing, to be told to stop being a hero, it's another to follow through with the advice. It's not like you wanted to die, far from it. But knowing what you know, you couldn't just let everyone fend for themselves against a feral vampire.

Not to mention, you're not going to listen to someone be cryptic, be the prettiest man you've ever met, and then leave you alone to make stupid decisions.

So right now, you've been following whispers and half-true rumors about this guy. It leads you all the way to this house. Right on the corner and in the middle of a neighborhood. You wonder if that's by choice for a second before wandering inside, quiet as you could with creaking floorboards. Not to mention, the door was already unlocked and swinging in the wind.

Not a good sign.

The inside was in a worse state. Things toppled over, blood splattered every imaginable surface. Bodies littered the floor. It was harder to hold the bile in as you followed the trail of chaos up the stairs, following the noise. As soon as you reach the top of the stairwell, you hear Will's voice and your heart beats a little faster. What the fuck is he doing here? And after a few whispered words, you heard vile things.

Limbs torn, flesh bitten off. Awful stuff and by the time you can even think of moving your feet because was that Will? Did he just die? You see something tossed across the hallway and seconds later, Will walks into your line of sight. He is just covered in blood. It's smeared around his mouth, coating his hands and it's seeping into his clothes. His hair caught some of it but in all honesty, he looked every bit of monster he claimed to be.

And you couldn't feel more relieved to see him.

"Oh thank fucking- you're alive." You feel your shoulders drop and you run up the stairs, just close enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your forehead against his chest, standing on the lower step. You make a point to ignore the blood.

His hands slowly come up to rest on your shoulders, pushing you away enough to give him space. Enough space to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes are wide, wild and completely red. Brighter than anything.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice drops in pitch and it's almost a growl with the way he speaks so low. And shit, you were supposed to stay low, weren't you?

"I caught wind of the guy being here and I was just-" your words get caught off as you watch him move, his hands dragging blood across skin and clothing, wrapping themselves around your throat in a delicate motion before pushing you against the wall, still on the stairs.

"Yeah, he's dead. Made sure of it." Your eyes, previously focused on his face, dashed to look at the dead body's direction but he clicked his tongue, lifting a finger to nudge your face back towards him. "Eyes on me." And something about him, probably knowing he's a monster, covered in blood, right after killing the man you've been tracking down, makes his gentle touch feel even softer.

He groans, leaning his nose into your hair and inhaling, and he nearly covers you in his body with how close he is. "Can feel your heartbeat under my hands, it beats so fast. Thinking about me?"

And you know your heart beat even faster, knowing he could hear it, feel it. "Are you gonna kill me this time?" You ask, because this is a strangely ill-fitting position to kill someone. Because you want him to be this close because…

"Oh, I don't want to kill you- maybe get a taste of you but," he moans into your hair, a hand leaving to press against the wall beside your head, "no, no. Want you alive. Want you begging, squirming underneath me. Need you. Need you so fucking bad" And then he presses even closer, his hips pressing against yours and you can feel him. Feel him hard and twitching beneath blood-soaked clothes. And by then you couldn't keep your hands off of him, coming up to grip his clothes, bite back your whines as he continues to grind you against the wall.

Then, a moment of clarity, you remember you're in a house full of dead bodies. Probably all monsters.

"Take me home, Will, and you can have me," whatever possessed you to say that, you don't know. But he pulls back and as you're about to head downstairs, he presses a hand against the back of your head, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. Hard with teeth clacking against each other, nipping at your lip before pulling away. Listening to you pant against his mouth.

"Hold on," he whispers against your lips, stealing another kiss before wrapping your arms and legs around him and all you can think as the world blurs around you is how lucky you are you aren't dead. Strange thing to say before you get fucked into the next week by someone who is probably legally dead- after he just slaughtered a house full of monsters- quite the strange thing to say.

But still. You're lucky. You're alive, and you're starting to think you might like this guy.

Strange things indeed.

#wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #c: wilbur soot #au: vampire #vampire wilbur #tw: gore

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hello!!! i think i got close to shifting the night!!! for the last 3 nights ive been trying some methods whether it be stuff i found on tumblr or guides methods on spotify. but none of them seems to be my thing, as after a while i get real awake and struggle to fall asleep as well as get bored. last night i decided to simply listen to powerful shifting subliminals before sleeping and during it. the day before i had read that i don't actually need a method or anything just simply my intention would be enough and ngl i'm a bit lazy but i just wanna wake up in my dr so bad🙏🙏 during it i said some affirmations then slept but woke up afterwards(it was a 2 hour video) and i couldn't sleep back. people in the comments were saying they have shifted to this regardless of if they have used a method or not. i laid awake for like 20 mins and then finnaly decide to close to video when there was like 10 mins before it was gonna end and decided to do some stuff to make me sleepy(it was 3 am) i don't really have a script but only something that is for security. i merely imagined things in my head, even something big as who my friends gonna be, where i will live etc or just said then simply in my mind, unable to find something for them and just see them once i'm in my dr. i hope this is enough?? bc im really not good at visualizing i can only think of certain actions happening that's why i hate methods too i'm unable to do them properly. anyway when i was finnaly sleepy,i found a powerful subliminal on spotify that is 1 hour long, simply said stuff like "i am in my dr, i will wake up in my dr, i have the intention to wake up in my dr" a couple times and tried to imagine myself sleeping there. the thing is i didn't change almost anything about myself so since it's very much the same as me now i cannot see my dr self any different than me. nevertheless, very close to me falling asleep, i felt like i was my dr self!! kept my eyes closed, i didn't feel anything physical but only felt as if i was truly in my dr sleeping there. and i had such a blank dream, literally no one or anything, just pitch black where i felt myself as if i was my dr self again. unfortunately i woke up here but i think this is a big sign?? and just one more little thing,, as i said i didn't script but i want some very general event to happen such as getting into the school i want, getting married, going on vacations etc but i don't really have a visualtion of my mind but rather things that will happen there, thats enough for them to happen write? i really don't like writing scripts if anything ill just add there. anyway, so sorry for writing such a long paragraph and i hope i made sense(english isn't my first language😖) and can you guide me a bit!! have a lovely dayyyyy<33

HELLO! AND CONGRATULATION, LITTLE STAR!

I'm so excited for you! And yes, it is a big sign that you are shifting! I'm so happy that you shared this great achievement with me! 🥺

Btw tho! To answer your questions! You don't have to write it for it to happen; intentions are powerful!

As you saw last night, our intentions are enough to let things happen! If you want to check if they happen, if you have a specific scene in mind, I suggest you have a list with a keyword connected to that scene so when it happens, you will know!

Ex: I want Fred Weasly to ask me out on a date. Keyword: date night scene.

Some general things I can suggest you do are: use YouTube instead of Spotify. On YouTube, you will find 10-hour-long videos with affirmations and non-affirmations.

I use brown sounds to fall asleep, but I found 10 hours of subliminals about abondance. I dont see why there could not be a subliminal for shifting.

BTW, keep going like this! You are not forced to use a method, and for sure, you don't need one because you are powerful enough to do it! I will be here! I am waiting to know your progress and celebrate your achievements with you.

Congratulations again, darling!

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alwaysbelikethis · 9 months

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Rosé x Fem!Reader

TW: Mention of S^icide. Please if you're sensitive do not read such stuff idk why i started writing with this... if you struggle pls contact with anyone or even me. Such stories of mentioned can trigger the person, beware.

Contains +18 content

(In)vincible

“Rosie”

“Rosie!! Wake up” whisper yelled i.

It was around 2-3 am and the sound woke one of the lovers with panic.

“Rosie!! Wake up! There’s a sound coming from downstairs!!”

“Ah..” “ that must be washing machine, i started it before..” rosie on the other hand having a hard time to wake up, or to care according to y/n.

“For god sake i- did you have to do that in the middle of the night? We have all day…”

Girl complained but only would echo into the room and get back to herself while her girlfriend already fall back to dream… what was the point?

You see, long time couples sometimes cannot stand each other. Sometimes everything is so still where you were expecting to be all fun and happy. Which is kind of true though. They are happy time to time and would scream to each other the other time.

Rosé is organized person, she’s structured and right on time with everything. She has already planned her next week meal. And y/n is more different and complicated than that. She wants to watch a movie right now and she would and you wouldn’t catch what’s her next move. You, me, bed now and bang bang bangity bang? No, Rosie cannot be active after dinner for 1 hour. Y/N has learnt to wait.

She has learnt a lot to fit in rosé’s life. She fit in just right that it’s her world that Y/N lives in it. Who was she before she moved in? Everything seems alright at some point but is it? Y/N went back to sleep wondering all the answers.

Next morning Y/N woke up like she was just born. Rosé already came back from her morning run and left the curtains full open for her girlfriend to have all the sun light of the morning. Vitamin D at it’s full potential, however Y/N is not.

“Did you have breakfast?”

She startled her girlfriend who was changing and didn’t know she woke up.

“Jeez… how long have you been awake?”

“Just enough to admire all the muscle show you put on” there, Y/N is smiling full even her eyes are not quite open.

“I had breakfast before i left, its actually almost my lunch time”

“You can join my brunch, my lady”

“You take hour to get up, i’ll probably catch you on your brunchinner”

“Is that supposed to be brunch and dinner mix?”

“I’m not good with words just.. you got it”

Y/N smiled and gave up having a meal with her girlfriend cuz she feels like she’s an affair between her girlfriend and her schedule. However rosé has no idea what those small things mean to her gf and she get things on her way.

Saturday and sunday had passed and monday morning Y/N left for work early. Rosie has all the time to clean places alone.

Bzzzz bzzzz (its supposed to be phone ringing)

“Yeah?..” “okay i’ll check it on the website itself” rosé grabbed your computer to mail files to Y/N because her irresponsible ass forgot.

Alright… google… search bar… search history.

‘Why my girlfriend is not the same?’

‘What can i do to make my gf happy?’

‘S***ide help support’

What?

Rosé stared at the screen for 5 min at least until Y/N called her again.

“Rosie can you please be quick this is urgent just send me already”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I- okay. I’ll send now”

Rosé has started to contemplate everything after the first shock. She never realised? But Y/N has been with her for years. They maybe don’t wake together and have breakfast together or dinner or make out or… did they being back to friends? What kind of relationship was that? How could she not tell rosé?? How could she- rosé went through all of it until another phone ring from you wake her up.

“Rosie im asking a favour what are you doing? I’m gonna get fired and i’m having all the panic for god sake its just a file! Please!!”

“I’m sending it now” Now rosé sounds so small that Y/N thought it was about her voice tone.

“Okay i got it thank you, look i’m sorry if it was harsh, i got panicked and all and you know my boss with this goddamn presentstion everytime like it’s-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Come home when you get off from work”

“Okay… are you really that hurt? Look i’m sor-“

“No it’s all okay, just, for dinner”

“Oh who are you and what did you do to my gf? Because i….“

Rosé is still shocked how Y/N is trying to be silly, funny, all laugh like she’s on holiday at clouds floating around lightly. Rosé cut it short and hung up the phone. She was actually dripping tears.

She cried good. How long has it been since they drifted apart this much? Was she neglecting her much? Was she in her world too much to see the girl sleeping next to her every night?

Questions took a new turn and it was rosé this time. For how long? ….

rosé realised it’s been 2 and a half hours since she was thinking everything and every detail. She decided to get up and plan a delightful night for Y/N. Her favourite food and quality time. They both could use that.

Then around afternoon, she heard the car engine coming from the front while she was staring at rhe blank. She got up immediately to welcome you at the door. She’s not sure what to do with all the overwhelming information she got today but she had one goal, to make you happy tonight. So she waited for Y/N to open the door and suprise her.

“Jeez!!!!! Rosie! What are you doing? Are you about to go out? You scared me”

“Gosh you scared me too, just wanted to suprise you and give a hug. I missed my gf!”

“Seriously what got into you?? Did you watch titanic again and got into your romantic era? It ain’t like you”

And rosé hugged her gf so tightly. She never realised how precious this small thing is.

“Woah baby, did something happen to you?”

“No… I just wanted to appriciate you. Get change and we’ll have dinner, okay?”

“Okay baby, thank you, this is so sweet of you! I’ll be right back. I love you!”

I love you.

What was the last time they use that? What if something happened to her and would she remember the last time they actually appriciate this love? She has to shake herself, she can’t loose it all now. It’s ‘her’ night.

“Woah today you saved my life you know? Idk how did i forget my laptop at home. I’m getting old, babygirl”

Did she? Save her life? Cuz she faced the exact opposite fact today. She actually made rosé really happy but rosé blamed herself for not appriciating it.

They ate all the food and rosé listen Y/N talk about her day. And she listen to her appriciating rosé’s effort on tonight and how happy she makes her. She has to learn to return this love.

“I thought you were going out with that outfit, did you wear this for tonight only?” Rosé knows how to make Y/N crazy with skirt and high heel combination even though it’s silly to wear them around the house, she wanted Y/N to get in the mood

“Only for you, Y/N girl”

“You look, like you could kill 5 people from heart attack from directly looking at you”

Rosé took Y/N’s hand and pull her in closer. Lips on lips and its like the last day on earth. Hands on each other like it’s the first touch.

“Ah, okay sorry, we can stop here since we had just dinner and you plan your sex time according to that for some reason. You’re such a weir-“

“Get on my tigh.”

“Wha- like sit? We can get to the couch, i think survivor is playing tonight”

Gosh, how long they have been apart from each other for her to think anything but sex from rosé.

“Y/N shut up and take your underwear off and sit on my tigh.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting.”

Y/N has no idea what happened to her gf but she’s loving it. Rosé took the charge and take off her underwear. Y/N sits on rosé’s thigh which was between her legs. Rosé pushed her knee up to cause pressure on Y/N’s sweet spot.

“Ah… rosé…”

“Grind.”

“Wha-?”

Rosé is impatient and almost annoyed with her gf questioning everything so she grabbed her bum and make her. “Shit rosé i-“ then rosé didn’t give her chance to talk and put her fingers on her mouth. Finally when Y/N lost her sanity and grind by herself on rosé, other hand of her went to grab Y/N’s throat.

“Make a mess” the suction of her fingers turn into bites and that’s where rosé knows Y/N’s body is full of tension. She then released her body on rosé and she hold her. She hold her tight. “Sorry i kinda make a mess on your legs but i-“

“God sake Y/N because i told you so, you talk too much” she grabbed her like a baby and carried her to the bed. You see, rosé may seem like self-centered but she’s the most selfess with her gf. She just sometimes forget how to hold each other. Y/N, already passed out on bed, makes rosé stare at her long enough. She curled up next to her and cannot control her tears. Emotions are too overwhelming and she has not digested any of it. Where would she go to relieve all of it? Who she talk to? Confront Y/N? The night flies away with thoughts…

After days went by, Y/N woke up to the saturday morning with her girlfriends’ arm all around her. She has no idea why rosé cling into her all week out of nowhere. She’s not complaining but she cannot stop wondering why. Just a week ago, rosé seemed like she would avoid her at all cost. But today, they were truely invincible.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Good morning”

“Morning love”

….

“I love you”

….

“I love you too”

You see, rosé couldn’t confront her mostly because she didn’t think she would able to handle it. Who can? Instead she tried to give her all. Everything. Although it didn’t take much to things get back to their abnormal normality.

“Rosé”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m off to work, take care okay?” She peck a kiss

“Okay love, you too!”

She was about to leave but she came back to rosé and give her a passionate kiss this time but rosé already turn back to take the ringing phone

“I love you”

Rosé nodded with her while greeting the person on the phone

And she left. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t off to work that day.

Y/N won’t be able to off to work any day, ever.

#Rosé #blackpink #blackpink imagines #kpop #Rosé imagine #Rosé imagines #Rosé x reader #fanfiction

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netes-syulang · 11 months

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Satisfactory

Warnings : Smut, Squirting, Fingering, Foreplay, cheating.

previously on : A new beginning

Ao'nung came closer to your ear, whispered gently for only you to hear: "How about instead of Neteyams, I let my cum drip down your throat and onto your lips. After all, I'm sure you'd rather have me fuck you. I'm confident I could do a greater job than he could."

Even with your mate wrapped around you and the bioluminescence of the forest peeking through the skylight of your marui, you couldn't sleep that night.

“ i’m confident i could do a greater job than he could”

"mmmmmm ao..." you muttered breathlessly, and got no responce, for Ao'nung was lying on his stomach, his hands held your legs apart as he used his tongue to lap up the wetness between the folds of your pussy.

He groaned into your heat, sending shivers through your entire body, you urgently wanted to close your legs, the pleasure was too much for you to bear. You couldn't dispute that no man, not even Neteyam, had ever made you feel this way.

Ao'nung continued licking your labia, giving fast kitten licks to your clit, bringing you a surge of uncontrollable pleasure.

"Ao'nung.. im gonna- mmhh im gonna cum.." You moan, your head sinking back into the sand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you fucked his face, chasing your climax.

He responds with a Hmmm, locking his lips around your clit and sucking hard. And with that, your coil snapped, sending a rush of ecstasy coursing through your whole body.

That was when you inevitably, woke up from your wet dream.

You jolted awake that morning, feeling suffocated and breathless from the vivid dream that had just plagued your sleep. Trying to regain your breath you noticed the shadow of footsteps approaching your bed.

"Good morning, yawntutsyp."

yawntutsyp. Almost everything now reminded you of Ao'nung; it was like a nightmare echoing in your mind everyday.

You tried yet again to brush away the thought of Ao'nung's words. You murmured, "Um m-morning, nete."

"You seem to have had an interesting night," Neteyam said, grinning.

He was aware? Of course he was aware. You looked like you had gone for a daylong swim, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that you were repeatedly moaning the name of your mate’s most despised person on the entire island as if it were a prayer.

And by the expression on Neteyam's face, it appears that he didn't hear. Good.

"You know, my love, you don't have to fantasise when I'm right here..." Neteyam spoke with lustful eyes and his bottom lip pressed between his teeth.

(round two? LMFAO)

"Yes, nete, I understand. It was unexpected." With an affectionate grin, you replied. Even though it was only a figment of your imagination, the dream had already exhausted you, and you were certain that if you went through it again, you would certainly pass out.

Neteyam, was off hunting with the rest of the hunters, and you were left at home trying to put on the skirt you finnished the day before. Although it did not turned out how you imagined it too.

It was stunning, set with the most exquisite diamonds from Pandora's forest. Sewn with marine bird leathers and a plethora of reef flowers. But. It was too small.

The skirt was merely 8 inches long, half your ass was out in the back, on full display. You were dissapointed, this skirt took so much time out of you to make and it was too short. You huffed yanking it down to removed it, only it was stuck.

“shit.” you cursed to yourself, it was a struggle to put the skirt on but you didnt think it would be more to take it off. You fought with yourself as you pulled down on the skirt with all your power. nothing. You couldn’t leave your marui not like this, it would bring to much unwanted attention.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, you heard footsteps approaching your marui. "Shit shit shit," you said to yourself, hoping and praying it was Neteyam and he could fuck help you out of this skirt.

You stood there, hands clasped together infront of you, head bowed to look at the ground while your tail swayed behind you. Waiting for ‘Neteyam’ to emerge infront of you. Only it wasn’t Neteyam. It was Ao’nung.

“Oh shit.” you cursed out loud, out of everyone on this island, it had to be Ao’nung who caught you like this?

“Oh shit indeed… “ Ao'nung whistled as his gaze fell to your so-called "skirt." Crossed arms. You instantly tried to cover up what you could with your hands, but it barely worked.

Ao'nung began to approach, having entered your marui with his gaze fixed on your thighs. “Ao’nung. Stop right there, not another step," you tried to stop Ao'nung from getting any closer, but before you knew it, he was towering over you. “easy acces” he though to himself. "Ao'nung..." you said, gulping. Expecting the worst.

You've been trying to avoid Ao'nung since your previous confrontation, and it worked. But now, given that he was in YOUR marui, there was nowhere for you to go.

“what? are you gonna ask me to help you get the skirt off or are you gonna stand there like little slut. Is this what you call a skirt?” You were taken aback. Your mouth dropped to the floor.

"I- what? Excuse me?" Was that all you had to say. How else were you supposed to respond?

"I know you heard me." He reminded you forcefully in white. His gaze trails over your body, catching a glimpse of your rear.

"You've been glued in place since I walked in here. Don't you think you'd have moved by now if you didn't want me to fuck you out of this flimsy little 'skirt' ?" You didn't want to believe it, but he was right.

And not only was he right, he was also turning you on. Your wetness starting to leak down your inner thigh, forcing you to squeeze them together.

“Something tells me, im right.” Ao’nungs gaze dropped to your thighs, finally permitting him to swiftly pick you up from the ground placing you on the wooden vanity next to your bed.

He put his finger under your chin forcing you too look into his eyes.

“I promise you, you will not regret this. Open”

And with that your legs parted, giving him access to your heat. He licked two of his fingers, using them to scissor open your pussy.

“mmm all wet just for me huh?” Ao’nung mumbled seductively. You chocked on your words only managing to let out a soft squeal as he used his thumb to draw circles into your clit.

“Today, your gonna squirt for me. Have i made myself clear?” he ordered, quickening his pace on your clit, and before you could answer inserted his digit into your pussy.

You whimpered at sensation, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped his finger into you at a steady pace, still drawing circles into your abused clit.

You knew this was wrong, and that your mate could would be home any minute from now. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Ao’nung sped up his pace inserting a second digit into your heat, curling his fingers right into yout sweet spot. Staring deeply into your eyes as he slowly bent down coming face to face with your pussy. Closing his eyes he began flicking your clit with his tongue sending a new surge of pleasure to course through your entire body, that being just what you needed to let go.

“mmhhhh Ao.. im gonna-“ You were cut off by Ao’nung. “Do it. squirt all over my face y/n”

Your coil immediately snapping sending a rush of ecstasy coursing through your whole body, Ao’nung continued to pump in and out of you, using the tip of his tongue to repeatedly tap at your clit. And with that you squirted all over his face, he quickly retreated swiping back and forth against your heat, spraying your orgasm everywhere.

As you came down from your intense climax you looked at Ao’nung in his eyes, bottom lip trembling and legs continuously shaking. Neteyam has never made you squirt, ever.

“From the look on your face, im guessing i managed to satisfy you better then he could. Am i right? again..?”

Its currently 1am and ive been up proofreading this because i cannot sleep but i hope you enojoyed 😈🫶🏾!

🏷️ taglist : @yagirlheree @loaks-tanhi

©—netesyulang

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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hi duckie,

can you please do steve/bucky with little ftm reader who's sick

Stress made ick

Daddys Stucky x sick little reader

Pronouns: he/him (trans)

No race mentioned, all inclusive (if you believe otherwise please let me know and i will work to make changes in future fics)

Warnings: age regression, names like daddy, dada, sunshine, bug, baby, bubs etc. items like paci, stuffy, items for littlespace juicebox, medicine, vomiting if im forgetting something let me know!

Word count: 1,095

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve had been busy with mission background preparations and while alone all day you filled your time trying to occupy your mind with shows, they had gotten home late to you struggling to stay awake, but no worries to that because so were they. the extra stress during this last week with setting up a mission in hopes it goes as quickly and smoothly as possible had not just effected them but also you, having abandoned your normal sleep schedule, accidentally skipping meals or just avoiding food because the stress of them leaving to a dangerous place doing things that could take their lives wracked your mind, yea maybe its for the people but what about their baby boy?.

cold chills and trembles of anxiety, a migraine from not eating and drinking enough. they had no idea of all that’s happened while they’ve been gone and surely they'd be disappointed in you, upset even, what if they were mad? They're working so hard and they shouldn't have to stress or worry about you feeling ill and not taking yourself

Due to all the stress and long shifts they opted to sleeping in a bit today, so when they awoke to you still out cold they didn't think much of it, finding it as a motivation to get a little extra cuddle time with their bumblebee, you had seemed a bit warmer than usual but they didn't mark it as worrisome as that’s bound to happen while being cuddled between two super soldiers.

It was sweet and peaceful until you started writhing trying to get out of their dead-sleep clutch, after a few moments of wiggling you manage to free yourself and make it to the bathroom to vomit, dizzy as ever and your head pounding, your physical health had caught up to your mental health, oh they were mad, you could hear it in their footsteps and the rush in Steves voice when he called for you.

A few seconds later Steve rushes in followed by a groggy Bucky, "oh sunshine, hey you’re okay, we’ve got you, were here." He hushes as tears burn tracks into your warm cheeks, Bucky rushes out as Steve picks you up, grabbing a single use disposable toothbrush and helping you brush your teeth, Bucky returns with a wow wow wubzy sippy full of cold water.

"Da-dada, up" you mumble out to Bucky realizing they’re not upset and that you were probably just hearing your heartbeat in your ears from the pain and fear of throwing up, he takes you into his arms and walks into the room helping you get changed into looser clothing consisting of track shorts and one of their shirts.

Steve getting the medicine and holding for you to take it with a quick juice box chaser, you whine out in quiet protest but it doesn't go far when both of them make stern 'im not having this attitude' and 'excuse me?' Faces.

Taking the medicine as quickly as possible and following it with the juice box made it so much easier, the praise of "good job bumblebee, so proud of you" from Steve made warmth swell in your chest.

" can you go lay down for us bubs? We're gonna go grab snacks and call out for the next couple of days" Bucky follows

You do as he asks, sitting in the middle with your stuffy seated on your lap facing the tv to watch with you, picking out the movie of your choice on on-demand.

They both return soon after with some snacks and drinks, dimming the light they join you getting all cozied up and cuddling with you.

The snacks weren’t much of a success but the drinks sure helped cool you down, now much more comfortable you hold on Steve’s hand as you nuzzle into Bucky's left arm taking in the edge of it chill and falling into a much more comfortable sleep.

It was certain Steve had noticed you asleep he cuddled up closer behind you, releasing your hand to wrap his arms securely around you. No matter if you were big or smol the cuddles he got with you were unmatched, he loves that you trust him and Bucky to the point of telling them when you’re dysphoric because on those days its easy to wrap you up and hold you close, they always know just what to say to remind you that you’re the best boy in their life and they wouldn't change you for the world.

A sleepy smile on Steve’s face joined with your coos and murmurs should have told Bucky that you were asleep but he'd been so enthralled with the movie that when it got to a humorous part he cracked up loudly. his chest rattling with amusement when he feels a light smack against his thigh from Steve cueing him to look over to see you out like a light and the slightly disgruntled look of being pulled out of sleep.

"You’re okay sunshine, daddy’s just bein silly" Steve hushes and soothes, scooting closer and whispering in your ear "maybe if we cuddle attack him he will nap with us" knowing very well that Bucky could hear him, a smile growing on Bucky cheeks "what're you two scheming-hmm?" Causing you to trill in giggles "nuffin, dada's just tellin story"

"Hmmm, alrighty as long as he’s not bein sneaky" pretending to focus back on the movie Steve taps to on the shoulder telling you to get him, in a split second you’re sitting in his lap face buried in his neck and arms around his shoulders, Steve wrapping both of you together in a hug.

Sitting up to look at him your hands on his chest holding you up a geeky grin on your face you pat your hands a couple times as emphasis "ah-dada we gots you, its seepy time now" a shared smile on his cheeks aswell as he pulls you tightly to his chest "mmph you got me bug, i surrender, but only if my boy stays riiiight here" he tightens his grip as physical elaboration to his exclamation.

It only took a few minutes for all three of you to fall asleep comfy in each others arms, sharing warmth and love.

For the mission and future ones they got someone you trust from the avengers group to stay back and keep you less stressed even when youre little, which means sometimes one of your daddies is able to stay home with you while the other goes and brings justice.

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It should not have taken me this long to work on this, im so sorry, i can not give excuses because that pushes the responsibility off of me and im the reason its so late. Thank you so much for requesting such a lovely topic 💚💚💚

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alexinity · 2 years

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Pov: waking up beside xiao

xiao x gn reader, basically anyone can read ig

note: i have no idea how to make my posts "pretty" bc im still learning how to use the app so sorry if it looks plain

warnings: none (a few curse words?)

genre: fluff

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it was a nice morning, the opened window made the room feel refreshing, the sun had just started showing and the birds were awake and annoyingly singing.

y/n tried to focus their vision after just waking up but decided to give up and turn on their other side instead, where the light wasn't poking directly into their eyes.

"did u sleep well?" a sleepy and a little raspy voice asked.

"h-huh?" y/n said with their eyes closed "oh youre awake...yeah i slept well"

"you can barely even open your eyes" xiao said with a smirk

"well isnt that convenient for you, since i know for a fact that you wouldve blushed if i was staring at you...naked" y/n teased.

"i-its too damn early in the morning for this...leave me a-alone" xiao started hiding his face in his pillow.

"...okay pretty boy" y/n giggled and turned on their other side again, moving away from xiao. "i will bother you later then, now let me sleep" they said.

"h-huh..what am i supposed to do then..i dont wanna sleep anymore" the adeptus grunted and stared at their back that was facing him. "dont even think about falling asleep again-" too late he could already hear y/ns slower breathing. "are you fucking serious y/n" he glared at them and sighed.

its been a few minutes and the adeptus couldnt do anything but stare at their bare back again while different scenarios from the previous night were repeating in his head again and again. the wonderful night they spend together, their date, the food..y/ns laugh, smile...their-

"what are you smiling for pretty boy?" y/n asked him

"W-when did u wake up again-"

"oh just a second ago..guessed i wouldnt be able to sleep more and i noticed u were staring into nothing and smiling like an idiot...what got u smiling like that?" they placed their head on his chest and traced their fingers around his neck in different shapes.

"nothing y/n...nothing" he hugged them and looked away hiding his embarrassed face.

"is that so? but i think i already know.." they smiled and looked up at him.

he sighed "of course you do" he smiled softly and thithened his grip on them.

xiao could feel his chest burning.. he couldnt remember for how long he was trying to tell them something yet he couldnt find the courage to-

"i love you" xiao suddenly whispered and his eyes widened, seems like his heart and mouth were betraying him and it was too late now.

he closed his eyes waiting for them to answer, deep down he was cursing himself for letting out something like that without wanting to. he wasnt ready for this

"look at me" he heard his partner say.

"xiao"

"cmon please"

sigh.."alright then" he could feel them snuggling closer to him and then placing something warm on his lips.

"mmm y-y/n-"

"shut up and kiss me properly" xiaos face turned red but he obeyed and tilded his head to deeped the kiss. His heart was running fast and he felt dizzy..it felt good.

he loved how y/n could always make him feel like that, making him forget his life and worries completely even just for a few minutes. he felt at peace

still making out and letting out little sounds of enjoyment xiao could feel the air in his lungs running out, but he didn't want to stop.

in that moment y/n pulled away and he finally opened his eyes and tried to fix his breathing. he felt them starting to move again.

"you-"

"shh" y/n turned on their back and placed him on top of them. they hugged him thith and snuggled into him again in a way of saying 'i love you' back yet with no words. xiao knew that they struggled just as much as him when it comes to emotions.

"you never fail to catch me off guard xiao... i like that about you"

"not gonna lie i kinda surprised myself too" he mumbled and heard y/n laughing again. he could feel his heartbeat going faster again and smiled at the beautiful sight in front him.

"how about we get some more sleep hm? its still kinda early..." y/n suggested

"you said you cant sleep anymore just a second ago.. but i wont mind...liyue can wait today" he yawned and closed his eyes.

"sleep well xiao.."

"you too" if he wasnt falling asleep he could probably feel

y/ns heartbeat running faster than the light right now. they prayed he couldnt feel it.

~AN: if anyone somehow recognizes this, i wrote this ff a few minths back on youtube under a playlist with the same pov

"...i love you too pretty boy"

•

i wanted to start writing here and decided to start with fixing this a bit before posting anything else :)~

#xiao x reader #genshin impact imagines #xiao fluff #xiao x traveler #alatus #xiao imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff

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whumpshaped · 5 months

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maybe this is a tip you already know but if not i think this might be worth a try! i used to struggle with falling asleep a lot (nowadays less thankfully) and one method that has helped me very often is kind of meditative i guess? idk if it has a name but i’ll just describe it

i basically start with my toes and work my way up to my head in small steps, (mentally) telling each body part that it’s getting heavy and tired. i try to keep a slow pace and to emphasise the sleepy adjectives and it helps me calm down and to keep my thoughts in order and not think about 1000 things at once. some days it works better than others but even if i’m still awake by the time i reach my head (which i usually don’t) i just repeat the whole thing again.

plus just laying down with your eyes closed helps your body rest too, even if you are not sleeping. that thought helps me not get too frustrated if i have a bad day/ night and can’t seem to fall asleep.

yeah i know this one well :) damn i forget what its called too. smth body. body centred meditation? or just body meditation? body awareness? idk i did it a lot for a bunch of stuff. idk. yknow what tho? i think it mightve been the amount of tea i drank. thats likely it.

but on the flip side my to do list is coming along nicely! i cleaned the whole apartment and did laundry and ironed clothes and changed bedsheets and towels! i passed the exam so thats cool. worked out. im gonna like, take a shower and do that drawing thing thats been in my head, then im gonna pack for the trip, make lunchies... then when thats all done i'll come back to the sleeping thing maybe but honestly its like noon maybe i should just go along w it for today and go to sleep at a normal time

#its easily my most productive 34 hours in the past 3 months #oh i gotta proofread a bunch of stuff too #ok u wanna know a special body meditation tip? recently bc ive been so into hypnosis and ocs who use it #i just go full whumpee and imagine my fav whumper doing it🥰🥰#ONE NIGHT IT WAS LIKE ACTUALLY WILD #so if u know me u know i get the sleepy voices and the super vivid hallucination adjacent stuff #and it was soooo real that night #w a friend's oc #hi friend if u read this lol #but yeah it was awesome and i was out like a light within 2 mins #listening to my fav blorbo man say comforting things to me :) ANYWAY so yea i usually dont have any issues w it or anything #it mustve been the tea i drank a lot of it. like 5-6 cups within the last two days. mightve shocked the body a little #asks

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khuzena · 2 years

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Hello! Could you do headcannons for Phoenix, Omen, and Yoru with a s/o that struggles a lot with paranoia? Like, they constantly feel like they're being watched and it gets in the way of sleeping sometimes. I've been struggling a lot lately so this would be cool. Thanks! :)

Paranoid

Phoenix, omen and yoru x g/n!reader

Tw: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

*gets writer's block* anyways I've been posting rlly slow and i just wanna say im sorry but I'm having a hard time doing the recs due to lack of motivation, I'll try to do all of them but im focusing on non smut fics for now

Phoenix

In the early stages of your relationship he was already aware of your paranoia and brushed it off because he thought it's just gonna go away.

Oh boy was he wrong; every night he'd check up on you at night, he'd go to your room and kiss you goodnight but on the next day you were still awake with eye-bags and noticable trembling hands.

He wanted to figure out what was wrong so he went online to search about it and he thought you had insomnia.

Before you slept he bought you insomnia pills, put it on your counter and said that you should take it because it might help.

You giggled at his ministrations, it wasn't exactly what you needed but his heart was in the right place, instead you told and educated him about Paranoia on how it's been a while and it has been reoccurring every night.

Phoenix was confused at first, nobody's here at your room at night? Is it because cypher's stalking you again? He still doesn't know why but he tries to help.

It was 11 pm but he wanted you to have a good sleep right now, he felt dejected that you're struggling with this and he was your boyfriend, he was supposed to know but he didn't.

As you lay down the bed while staring into oblivion, he snapped you out of it and held your palm, trying to crack up a stupid joke so you'll feel a little better.

"Do you know that yoru looks like mordecai? You get it? Ha—hah..."

It did help a little bit but not really, phoenix decided to just lock your doors, make sure not even a crevice is seen from outside and lay down in bed with you, slithering under the covers and tightly holding your body.

He asked if you were ok that he's doing this but you don't mind, he starts asking you about life to distract you from these bad thoughts and it's actually helping.

In a few minutes, he'll kiss you again and question you if you're alright now so you could both sleep, you replied that you were ok so he took that as a good sign.

Though in the middle of the night you'd be trembling in his arms and he'd jolt back awake asking you what happened, when he heard you saying that you felt watched and awkward again, phoenix kept reassuring you that no one's around other than him and that if there was any asshole who tried to creep on you, their noses would be broken and they'll be burnt. (Im talking about you cypher)

Omen

Every night, omen would just stalk you in the shadows to make sure you're safe when you're sleeping because he doesn't need sleep after all.

But when you confront him that you felt scared when he watches you in the middle of the night with glowing eyes he'd ask you why though? Omen's only doing this to protect you at night so why?

After you explain to him that you had paranoia and that you felt really uncomfortable being watched he'd stop.

Even though he stopped watching you at night, he noticed that you were still paranoid as shit and couldn't sleep for days straight.

In the middle of the night again, he'd sneak in your room but when you noticed him you were trembling but soon calmed down when omen shushed you that you're going to be alright because he's here.

Omen would hold you against his chest and would stay still for the entire night so you could sleep better.

If you did randomly tremble in your sleep because you had a nightmare that someone was out there to come get you and hurt you, he'd be rubbing your back and would try to tell you to calm down and he's here.

He's not the best at comforting you but he tries and it still works.

Yoru

He's the absolute worst when it comes to dealing with your paranoia, disappointed but not surprised.

When he found out you had paranoia, he even laughed in your face that you were weak for thinking about that.

But you started avoiding him and he starts bugging you about why did you but you shut him off and slam the door on his face.

He ran to jett and the others for advice and he'd come to the realization that he was an ass and he deserved it.

After a lot of thinking, at 12 am he knocked on your door quietly and started banging on the door aggressively and saying that you should open the door.

Well that worsen your paranoia but you open the door with tears in your eyes, thinking you did something wrong but he just came to apologize for what he did.

You explained to him what you experience at night especially if it's dead silent and it's too uncomfortable for you.

He holds your hand and tells you that no one's going to get you as long as you're with him.

Yoru would never leave you alone when you sleep, even if you disturb his sleep when you get nightmares he doesn't give a shit, as long as you're ok he doesn't mind.

Yoru's happy because you feel safe in his arms at night, he won't admit it but the big smile on his face when he cuddles you while you're sleeping says everything that he's too shy to admit.

Naur I did not just not write or updated in like what 5 days or idk but I've been out of motivation and god did this took every energy i have for this day. Though thank you for waiting, once again also thank you for reading and requesting ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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b1as1an-souya · 2 years

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“You’re gonna get used to me!”

Kawata twin x younger brother reader

Warning: blood fighting cussing violence hospitals reader having an implied unhealed stab wound

[Name] was a dumbass. A oblivious dumbass. Thank god he had his two older brothers because god knows what would happen to him if he didn’t.

People had a tendency for daring [Name] to do dumb shit. (By people it was Baji and Mikey.) But Nahoya and Souya were always there to help him bounce back up.

“Yo! Yo! [Name]! I dare you to Do a backflip on that wall over there!” Baji yelled at the boy. “Whats in it for me if I do Baji?” [Name] snarked back. “Let’s see here…” Baji said while digging in his pocket. “Ummm, 500 yen, and three fruit snacks!” Mikey yelled said while rushing towards [Name]. “And I have 500 yen in my pocket too!” Baji said. “Deal!” [Name] eagerly said.

“[Name]…you shouldn’t do that! You still haven’t healed from your stab wound yet!” Souya said nervously while rushing to his younger brothers side. “I don’t even know why you came too this party dummy! You should be resting right now!” Nahoya said while gently hit his brother on the head. “Owww! Don’t worry big bros! I’ll be fine, because im strong like you too!” “Fine…” They both said while patting their brother on the head.

“So is it a deal?” Baji interrupted. “Of course it is dumbass! Bring it on!” [Name] said. “So You’re gonna flip on that wall that wall right there!” Mikey said as Toman gathered around to see what the commotion was about. “Wait so you’re telling me you’re actually gonna do a backflip all for 1000 yen and 3 fruit snacks?” Draken said while looking [Name] dead in the eye.

“Go ahead, just don’t go on rampage when your lil bro gets hurt, you hear me Nahoya.” Draken said again. “We tried to tell him, he said he’d be fine.” Souya said. “Isn’t that how most conflict start?” Mitsuya said. “I’ll be fine I promise!” [Name] said while taking his shirt off. “Hold this for me Chifuyu!” [Name] said as the threw his shirt to him. Only to reveal a body full of scars and a fresh unhealed stab wound right next to his abdomen.

“Not with that scar ya won’t!” Draken yelled towards the boy who was stretching almost ready to do a backflip. “Shut up Kenny!” [Name] yelled while running towards the wall.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD DID HE ACTUALLY DO IT?!” Chifuyu yelled.

“PLEASE TELL ME YOU RECORDED THAT KAZUTORA!” Baji said. While Kazutora replied back with a thumbs up.

“THERE IS NO GOD DANM FUCKING WAY IN HELL HE ACTUALLY DID THAT?!” Draken yelled while pointing to the boy.

“Well here’s your 1000 yen and 3 fruit snacks [Name]!” Mikey said while handing it to the boy. “Wait…are you okay [Name]?” Mikey asked worriedly.

“I…think I-I’m go…going to p-pass out…” [Name] said as everything suddenly went black. “[NAME]!” Souya yelled as the two ran to his brothers side.

Am I in the hospital… Oh I remember I was at a Toman meeting… and I did a backflip then I passed out. The boy thought, then suddenly two familiar boys popped in his head. “SOUYA! NAHOYA! WERE ARE THEY!” The boy said as he frantically searched the room only too see two sleeping boys.

What was this? He was crying, but what for? Was it because of his own selfish needs? “It’s all my fault…” [Name] whisper while looking down at the hospital bed sheet not knowing that his two brothers were awake. “[Name]! You’re awake! Souya said while rushing to his brothers side.

“You’re a idiot! A huge dumb idiot!” Nahoya scolded. “You almost died!” Souya yelled at his brother. “You had internal bleeding! And you were in critical condition! You had us worried!” Nahoya said while tears appeared in his eyes. “I…” Was all [Name] could force to come out as a lump appeared in his throat. “I’m…” He said continuing to struggle with his words.

“I’M SORRY!” [Name] said as tears ran down his eyes. He hated making his brothers worried, most of all, he hated them sad and cry. “I-I didn’t mean too!” [Name] choked out as he cried in his brothers arms. “Well at least you’re okay, thats all that matters.” Souya said reassuringly.

“He’s right, we may be extremely mad at you but god knows what would’ve happened if you died on us!” Nahoya said while chuckling a bit. “Destruction would happen! The end of the world!” [Name] said jokingly as he softly punched Nahoya in the arm. “Shit that hurt!” [Name] said quickly regretting his actions.

“It’s getting late so we’re gonna head out soon kay?” Souya said. “Alright! One more thing, you two really should get used to me almost dying! It’s a usual occurrence!” [Name] said while giving his brothers a warm but fake smile.

Now the Kawata brothers were no dumbasses to their lil bros feelings. “Don’t give us that fake smile [Name]. We’ll protect you from now on so you won’t ever have to be through life and death again.” His brothers said seriously.

“Oh…” [Name] said, he didn’t know he was crying. “It’s alright [Name].” Souya said while wiping his tears with a tissue. “I’m glad you two said that. Really!” [Name] said with a genuine smile. “Now that’s what we like to see!” Nahoya said while pinching his brothers cheeks making him laugh even more.

“Good night [Name].” Nahoya and Souya said as they headed out the door. “Night!” [Name] Said as he waved goodbye.

“I swear we’re gonna protect him at all cost.” Nahoya said.

“Yea but he’s also gonna be the death of us I swear.” Souya said as he patted older brother on the back.

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monkiebois · 1 year

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My turn, bestie~ 🦾💤!! Any character(s) of your choice >:3

*TACKLE HUGS YOU* HI BESTIE!!!!!

JOKES ON YOU IM TALKING ABOUT EVERYONE NOW MWAHAHAHA

🦾 A disability headcanon

Hmm, i dont know much about physical disabilities like i do mental, so i dont write them often in case i say or do something wrong with the subject.

cause Red, Nezha and SWK are autistic in my mind. Macaque has depression, Mk is Audhd and Mei is Adhd. Tang is also Autism. Swk is also Dyslexic.

hmmm, the other disabilities i have in mind for these characters would probably be Nezha's Magic limitations, where he has so much of it that if he lets it overflow his body will litterally shatter and revert to a lotus till he can reform. I sometimes like to think that when Erlang stabbed his spear through Swk's shoulders swk still has chronic pain from that bc it was left there for hours to keep him from fighting and drag him to heaven.

Nezha gets aches in his chest sometimes from...well yeah. that whole situation. Macaque gets cold sometimes, at least back when he still had lbd's magic in him. he'd get really really cold whenever he's upset, cold enough he needs a blanket. and its mostly bc of her magic reaction to negative emotions.

dats all i got tho

💤 A headcanon about their sleep

O.....oh ari >:)

you know im gonna go hard on this one.

Macaque, Nezha, Swk, Mk, Red and Mei all suffer from nightmares.

Macaque has nightmares about swk hunting him down to "send him back to the land of the dead" or about the day h was killed. and in Tangled star's case. He gets nightmares about Swk taking away Xiaohua.

Nezha has nightmares about his childhood, about being back in that house. About thunderstorms and dragons. roaring waters filled with the blood of his innocent friends. of the dragon e slayed coming back to swallow him whole and he's powerless to do anything about it. theres also the nightmare he has about his secret being revealed to all of heaven but that dream doesnt startle him awake screaming.

Swk has nightmares about all the bloodshed that happened on ffm, the burning, the war, then being tortured in heaven, the journey...the circlet....

he has nightmares about losing everything he has right now, even if its not much. Losing mk to the fire or some other demon. losing nezha, losing the new friends he's made . whether it be in a fight or to time.

Mk has nightmares about everything thats happened in the past, the villians winning and he failed to protect his friends. the samadhi fire...lbd. and recently he's had nightmares about being the villian...

Mei also has nightmares about lbd sometimes but she mostly dreams about losing control of the samadhi fire. whether its still possible or not. nightmares about losing Mk or any of her friends because she couldnt save them. she tured her back for one second and suddenly thier all gone.....

to fix this just grab em and let them pile on top of each other and suddenly nightmares are gone. cuddles are the most efficient to stop the nightmares. Mk and mei often have sleepovers and only sometimes play around. is mostly so they can hold each other and fall asleep.

Nezha will sometimes join them, he thinks he can handle the nightmares alone but the more time he spends with mk and mei the more time he finds himself inbetween his sibings.

he sometimes goes to swk too, swk is more used to dealing with the nightmares alone so when mk and mei realise he has nightmares too they break into his house with nezha carryign pillows and blankets and then all of them crash on top of him.

macaque. he's the one that struggles with them the most. he doesnt believe he has anyone to go to for these nightmares so even if he desperatly wants help he doesnt have anyone to go to. even as he sobs and holds himself on his bed and begs silently for help no one will come.

Then mk and mei find out about the nightmares and kidnap him.

they drag him to ffm where nezha and swk are already set up, they seperate swk and mac bc of the subject of macs nightmares and then plop on top of him. Lil Nezha stays with swk.

fluffy monkey makes good matress. and he's nice and cold so thats a plus.

macaque hasn't slept this well in AGES.

Swk is wondering how mk managed to move so much in his sleep his head is on Macs chest and his legs are on swk's chest.

swk and mac laugh at mk and mei takes a picture.

Thier healing, its slow and hard but their healing....

FUCKING HELL ARI IM WRITING A ONESHOT FOR THIS AFTER HOEMWORK JESUS CHRIST THIS IS GOOD.

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iris-is-silly · 5 months

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To be honest I’ll never actually post anything besides this on here and it will probably be a depressing post.

I hate my life. I’m losing a good reason to wake up every time I get up. It’s to the point where waking up and staying awake is a chore and would just love to bedrot. I’ve written suicide notes on suicide notes and I’ve written one for everyone. I’ve even written a poem and some stories.

I love my friends and my cats but thats all anymore. Even then I still struggle with my friends. I hate talking or trying to start a conversation now and most of my messages feel like they are hitting brick walls.

I hate my body. God is my body disgusting. I feel like throwing up looking in the mirror. I can’t go anywhere without covering up my body. If I’m seen without a hoodie I scurry like a rat till I feel safe.

I hate the stress. I’ve been degraded my whole life. Whether it be in elementary for doing nothing and being the odd one out for being neuro-divergent, To being bullied and degraded by my own mom and dad. Im able to drive and the elementary high school bullying went to being attacked, SA’d, talked about everywhere and being hate crimed. All of these things because what.? Im different from you all.? That justifies your need to attack me and shit talk every one of my uncontrollable insecurities day by day.? Well guess what assholes you are winning.

I hate living. I’ve never had a break. No matter how hard I work. No matter how hard I try. No matter what every single break ends up being dragged into a worse and worse event. “Let’s go to the amusement park” Friend attempts suicide. “Let’s go to vegas get a break take out some anger.” Dog dies. “Im gonna go camping and unplug for a while.” Come back and boom I’m removed from their life and I’m the bad guy for wanting a break from life.

I struggle to stay happy. I miss being a kid. Clueless to the horrors of what was to come. Unable to understand why the kids would laugh or point at me. Blind to the hate. I miss the days where I could look around and take a deep breath and enjoy it.

I’ve lost hope. No coping methods work anymore. I sit on my blood stained mattress wondering why I just add to the stains without finishing the job. I try to find the good in the world or the stuff to make me happy but all I find is a fistful of cats and friends. Nothing makes my happy anymore.

My own family lets it happen. I love being in able to work because of how hard it is to focus. Everyone says “Take your meds” “If you just took your pills” “You wouldn’t fail if you were medicated.” Well guess what? I have been taking them. You pay no notice because you all spend that time berating me. Shoving more pills down my throat for what? A reason to blame me for your anger?

So I’ll leave this earth. No one who is part of my blood ever acts like they care anymore. I wake up to hear “Your rude asshole” For making breakfast and apologizing. I get beat for cooking my dad and brother a steak I saved up for so they can be happy. I get publicly shamed because I was sick and refused to eat. I am the bad guy in every situation and when Im not, Im attacked, Degraded, Left to rot.

If you want me to take them, I’ll take them all. I wish crying myself to sleep at night at-least was a good enough cry for help. Its not. They slow painful feel as my body aches dragging my almost dead limp appendages across the floor to rest just to be called to do more work. They hear me cry. They see how much pain I’m in. They know my condition.

Maybe this is a cry for help. On a day where maybe I’m not always thinking about killing myself something changes that. I wish just once that I may be free from this cycle of constant negativity, But it will always go un-answered.

When I’m gone and days quieter look for me in the fields. I will be sitting besides you although you may not know I’ll be there holding your hand.

Im sorry for wasting your time. You may hate me and this stupid rant. But its no different you just join the common mass. I left a-lot of details out to protect and so my classmates or friends don’t report me to the school. If you know me and you see this. Keep quiet.

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