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arsonlookers · 2 days

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VERY NEEDY IDOL! YAN! ADVENTURINE

Suggestive below read at your own risk~

Imagine down bad yandere! idol adventurine really wanted to be treated like this by his manager Reader.

He has dreamed all night and all day daydreaming about being under you, and he is soooo down bad.

He doesn't care if he would be the top or the bottom in the relationship at all.

all he cares about is you and him together, being intimate, being lovely dovely with each other being able to love and be loved back, that's all inside his mind.

Imagine just how yandere! Adventurine would go down on his knees and begs you to just fuck him, even better if you made him pussy drunk at all. he will be ecstatic and even incoherently thank you non-stop

"ThaThank you~ ahhh~~ mmmnn~ ahh~ Thankyou~thank-thank you baby~ agghbabyy~ "

He will never let go of your leg unless you give him all he wants, and he will even shamelessly make a bet with your dignity on the line so if you either lose or win he will have an advantage one way or the other.

After all, he doesn't want to lose this chance to be able to fuck his sexy and lovely manager~

just push more against his d!ck he loves the feeling of your heels just pushing against his member and looking at you with his love-sick eyes. Don't ever lose eye contact with this man because he will grip harder on your leg if you look away even for a second.

"Look at me~ please just look at me~ "

He loves how soft your thighs are and how plush it is against his face, and even snuggles his cheeks against your thigh while keeping eye contact, he can smell your arousal because of how close he is to your private and he is just as turned on as you.

he will tease You about it but he is no better since you can clearly see his packing under your heels and even with your heels on you can feel how he is getting bigger than before which is not normal at all.

With your dirty mind, you start to imagine just how hard he can get and just how good he would feel inside you.

with lust-filled eyes, you just can't look away from his obsessed and lustful gaze.

Imagine after all this is happening it will end up from just pushing his member down by your heels to literally sitting on his face shamelessly putting more strength and griping on your sides to not lose the sensation of drowning in your juices and being faced against your pussy~

"Stay~ hmmm~ you taste so goood~ ahh~ mmm~"

Praises you just how you make him feel and loves how your juices never end.

He loves how it moves so fast from him begging to now eating you out was a dream for him. grips his hair please he loves how tight and sends electrics on his body. the pain is reminding him that this is real and not a dream.

That you are in front of his face eating you out and hearing your godly lovely moans and whimpers. He will forever cherish this moment and nonstop imagine this every moment of his life.

he is in your mercy so please give him more~

"Ahhh~ hmm~ more~ just mo-more~ stay like this ~ forever ahh~ you taste sofckingGoood~ahggghhh~~"

Its even better if not just this position you know~ he can do all and if possible he will do ALL with you~ He means it~

E.V.E.R.Y. S.I.N.G.L.E. P.O.S.I.T.I.O.N.

Until you pass out~ and even if you do pass out, don't really expect he will just stop ~ no honey~ he will continue even after that~

"you need something baby?"

don't really worry he does take good after care for you. you cant walk? he will serve you breakfast in bed

You want to go to the restroom, he will take you there

He will be at your beck and call. just call him anywhere, everytime, and anything he dont really care he will ditch everything in a matter if seconds. FOR. YOU.~

Art is not mine!!

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welcometogrouchland · 10 months

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Also had a great time while I was out last night but I did find out that (after one really bad hangover) I. Can't drink alcohol besides like, apple cider now. So that's a new thing I gotta deal with

#ramblings of a lunatic #everything either tasted bad or just the smell made me sick #even stuff that I'd normally find completely inoffensive like smirnoff just made me think. i wish i had juice instead #but the only thing we had besides water was monster energy drinks #which I'm personally not a fan of #it literally took one bad hangver for my body to chicken out and say NO. NOT AGAIN #it's fine I'm not the only one who doesn't drink when we go out but i gotta get used to this now #it's probably for the best. just kinda weird to realize

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rainthespiritual · 1 month

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Electric Love ~ Dot

An American Horror Story AU fic Based on season 2, asylum.

TRIGGER WARNINGS TAKE SERIOUSLY :

Angst, electroshock therapy, torture, it being asylum is itself a trigger warning, depression, forced medication, self harm, suicide, litteraly everything bad like that please be warned thank you 🙏

Plot : You're a patient in the asylum with kit

status : slightly edited

A/n : Idk how long this will be but I plan on making it atleast a couple parts... probably a series..

"Please stop! STOP it!" you cry, trying to pull your arms away from the two guards dragging you. You look around trying to make sense of where you are again but you immediately regret it as it all comes back. The darkness around consumes you and you truly ask yourself if you are in hell.

"No.. no no no NO NO PLEASE LET ME GO!" you scream again and again seeing the same walls you've seen.. again and again, the same place you were condemned to the place you are trapped, like a mouse in some sick maze. Darkness all around you in every corner, lingering in the air even. The same sickening song playing again and again in the common room, making you more nauseous with every note and every tune. The record player taunting you daily, you swear it's asking you to bash it in. To destroy it. You want nothing more than to lift up that stupid ugly thing, over your head and crack.. Oh the release youd feel is almost worth the punishment.

Most of the time you barely can understand what's around you anymore, it's all so familiar but also so foreign. Unknown to you it's a side-effect of the pills they force down your throat, and you sadly have no choice. You either take them or some sick man you don't know will hold your nose closed forcing you to open up to breathe but instead of air, you get the sick salty taste of fingers and medicine that never seems to go away, instead it lingers. Those damn pills taste terrible even just sitting them on your tounge to swallow makes you nauseous. Hell everything about this damn place made you nauseous the people, the smells, the air, the pills, the treatment and you could go on and on and on If you were sober enough.

The irony smell in the air, reminiscent of blood never seemed to go away and you can recognize it on the hands of some of the staff, 'why' you wonder 'why do their hands smell like blood and death'. The answers you've seemed to come up with terrify you to no end so you prefer to ignore it, to take the pills. Even though they don't seem to help much at all.

You open your eyes not even realizing they've been shut, you feel weirdly numb. But not so numb you feel nothing, just numb enough to be dazed and confused just how they like it. Compliant and scared. They say things to you that you now realise mean nothing, 'thisll fix you, you'll be happy.' , 'just let God into your heart and you'll be alright.' but it's proven again and again to be utter bullshit, everything is utter bullshit. You pray over and over begging for forgiveness, begging to feel anything but this, anything but the excruciating feeling of lonliness and utter dread you feel almost constantly and nothing gets better, you don't get fixed. Maybe it's you or maybe it's the life you've lived or the choices youve made. Or maybe just maybe it's nothing at all, just randomly selected torture that truly means nothing at all. Gathering all the strength you have left you try to kick out, but these two men are bigger, stronger, and alot less doped up than you are. The drugs you're forced to take keep you weak so you wont fight back, but that doesnt stop you from atleast trying.

Finally, you fall limp in their arms knowing what's going to come next, the worst kind of pain imaginable. One that does damage inside and out, melting your brain more and more every day. Sister Jude had caught you the previous day, or maybe week? It's so blurry you can't truly remember. But the gist is she caught you trying to cut yourself with a piece of sharp metal you had found on the floor somewhere, though now you can't completely remember the whereabouts. Stitched up and at least somewhat healed now, Sister Jude decided to resume your treatments. All you can do now is sob, and pray that it is over soon to a God that never listens.

"Please.." The guards finally strap you down, ignoring your pleas and sobs.

After a while of silence, Sister Jude finally walks into the room followed by Dr.Arden. "Please Sister, please! I'm begging you please don't do this to me, please. I'LL BE BETTER!" you sob even harder screaming as they forcefully open your mouth to shove a mouth guard inside, your screams now muffled unable to speak.

You look into Sister Jude's eyes with a pleading look, hoping that maybe just for once she will let you off easy with just a couple welts. Her eyes stare into yours and for a moment, just a moment, you feel that she actually feels bad. The looks in her eyes similar to yours makes you want to scream out but you stay silent knowing you won't be heard. Her mouth opens a bit, you assume to speak. But instead she jumps slightly, startled by the scratchy voice of Dr.Arden.

"Shall we get on with it?" he sounds impatient, his expression looking eager. You shut your eyes, hot tears still running down your face. Even just hearing Dr.Arden's voice sent chills down your spine. Something about him was evil. It was almost like he enjoyed the torture.

"Don't worry ___ we'll get you all fixed up," Sister Jude whispers wiping the tears from your sticky face ", you need to accept God into your life fully if you truly want to get better young lady." just like that her face is serious again and the little bit of hope you had is gone. It's good to not have hope in a place like this, but it's only human nature. Dr.Arden brings the tool to your temple, and finally, the torture begins. You scream out, feeling the electricity pulse throughout your body. Until at some point everything turns black, and your mind goes silent. Maybe this is the end.

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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HI!! so idk abt you but the ka’s theory maies me FERAL. so if youre comfortable, Vamp. eddie eating out reader on their period. once again you DO NOT have to do this if you are not comfortable

QHDOQLDLQHS— yoU CAUGHT ME RED HANDED FR... I'm currently riding the red wave so, this is gonna be helpful for both of us fr😵‍💫. Thank you for the ask and the preoccupation, I don't mind at all! I love disgusting, sick, unholy, disrespectful sex <3.

To say you had a bad day was an understatement, you had probably one of the worst days in your life, and on top of that, your car engine died in the middle of the road, so you had to walk to the closest gas station to call your parents. You had to walk your way to Eddie's trailer, because it was closer than your place, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you felt the disgusting sensation of blood between your legs.

This wasn't your day, at all.

After fighting a few minutes with the keys, you slammed the door behind you, scaring Eddie, who was in the living room, drapes closed and reading an old car magazine.

"Shit! You scare me the fuck out of me, babe." His fangs peeked through his plump lips, smirking. He took notice of your distressed self, and changed that smile to a frown. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Everything is not okay." You sighed, throwing your backpack and keys to the floor. You were tired, sweaty, and the cramps were just getting started. "I'm going to take a shower." You announced, and Eddie stood up, because it was your routine, to shower together in his tiny bathroom.

He remained silent while you undressed, looking at how you struggled with your clothes, frowning at your frustrated scoff and gasping quietly at the way you cursed while removing your blood stained underwear. He would be lying if he said the smell didn't turned him on. His fangs dig softly on his lips, he felt the question on the tip of his tongue, but you were already having a bad day, you didn't needed your weird vampire boyfriend asking if he could eat you, while you're on your period.

"Eddie if you have something to say, just do it, don't stare at me for five minutes."

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. You rolled your eyes and slid the shower door, clouds if steam fogging the mirror, when Eddie's hand grabbed your arm before you could step in.

"Can I eat you out?" He bluntly asked, and is your turn to blink, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"Can. I. Eat. You?" He repeats, flicking his eyes down between your legs, then up, at your face. "Please? I know you're having a bad day, and I know sitting on my face always brights you up."

"But, Eddie—" You blushed, avoiding his doe brown eyes. "I'm on my— Oh." It clicked you. It made sense. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the unmistakable sight of his hard cock against his tight black jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Been waiting ages to do it, being honest." He confessed, smirking. "I mean, I guess with these now." He said, opening his mouth and pointing at the sharp fangs with his thumb. "It makes sense, but I would do it either way."

"Uh." You nod, still surprised, but curious. "Well, lemme just shower and—"

"Don't wanna wait." Eddie tugged you by his grip on your arm, sitting you on the edge of his bed, kneeling on the carpet and placing your legs over his shoulders. "I can't wait to taste this pretty pussy."

The groan that ripped off his throat the second his tongue met your centre, was obscene. He started slowly, smearing your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and kissing your thighs.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned again, rolling his eyes. "You're so fucking sweet, baby. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal."

"Shut up." You replied breathlessly, god, it felt really good.

Eddie continued his laborious task. The slurping sounds were borderline disgusting. The occasional deep moans of pleasure combined with your needy whines worked wonders, and soon, all of your stressed was sucked away by your boyfriend <3. His tongue was flat against your clit, tracing tight and quick circles, as he raised his eyes so he was looking at the adorable frown you had, a clear sign of how closer you were to cumming in his face.

"Cum, cum princess, please." He begged, voice muffled by your thighs around his head. "Give me all of it, your sweet blood and your tasty cunt. All mine."

You came, clenching around nothing as his thumbs spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that slid down. Eddie stood up, and his face was a mess, with a sly smile and covered with blood and your cum. He just laughed and licked his lips sensually.

Then, he gasped loudly, eyes widening and turning around to sprint towards the bathroom.

"Shit! The water is still running, Wayne is gonna kill me!"

#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3 #currently at work!#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #vamp!eddie #vampire!eddie #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #tw: period sex #eddie eating you out as he should 🙄

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heongiu · 1 year

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saw that you wanted fic requests so here i come :) Goo cooking food for the reader where the reader is sick

Thankyou for the request Anon! And oh my~ Goo with a Sick Reader!! This sounds so funn (it will be extremely fluffy)

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Goo x Sick!Reader

Maybe you shouldn't have gone outside during such bad weather, you knew it was wrong but your colleagues kept forcing you to come, plus you hadn't seen them in years.

And now you were lying on the bed, covered with a warm blacket and sneezing every second of the hour.

Perhaps you should've listened to Goo, maybe being stubborn all the time won't help it.

"Y/n how are you feeling now? Do you feel any better?"

Goo yelled from the Kitchen, he sure did care for you a lot, after all you were his love, his sweet darling, if anything were to happen to you, he would rush to your for your care leaving everything else on the spot, not even caring if someone died.

"No.. I don't think so..achoo! Maybe it's getting worse" you spoke, your voice was all gloomy and ill.

You feverishly turned in the bed to face the other side, waiting for Goo to arrive, to hold you in his arms and give you kisses and comfort you.

You could smell the aroma of Chicken soup that Goo was making for you, he knew you always liked it when he was the one making it.

(or consider this as Tomato soup if you're vegan and uncomfortable with it!)

And just when you were about to close your eyes, at the corner of your irises you could see Goo rushing over to you, with a bowl in his hand.

"I hope I didn't make you wait any long my love" He gently brushed his fingers across your forehead, he sat besides you gently helping you get up.

The way he blew air on the soup before spoon-feeding you, he made sure he didn't accidentally do something to hurt you or burn your tongue in this case.

The taste of the soup was warm, melting into your mouth, it felt comforting, it felt like home and that was what you loved the most.

He slowly but surely made sure to feed you all the soup, so you could feel atleast a little better than before and gain some energy.

"Do you feel good now love?" He cupped your cheeks with one of his hands while the other stroked your hair, his smile was gentle this time, honestly he looked cute when he was worried.

"Goo, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you yesterday" Tears streamed down your face, you couldn't just contain them when you saw him worried for you like this.

Perhaps you had been quite a burden to the blonde, or you thought so.

"I'm so sorry for being such a burden Goo.." You spoke, slowly your tears. Goo couldn't ever see you cry, his eyes widened, his expression was full of sorrow.

"No no no, shh, its not your fault, its alright, you'll be just fine, your Goo-bear is here to look after you yeah?" He hugged you tightly, wiping your tears away as he kissed your nose, softly stroking your back.

"Can we cuddle together to sleep? But I don't want you to get sick because of me either" You asked him, still resting in his warm embrace.

He gently patted your head, wrapping the blanket around you both.

"Anything for you my love"

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(A/N: I KINDA CRIED WRITING THIS OH NO also because I was listening to a really sad song :(( I LOVE GOO SM :(( anyway hope you like this! Reblogs, comments and likes are all very appreciated ~Kira)

#lookism #lookism manhwa #heongiu writes #kim goo x reader #kim joongoo #kim goo #kim joongoo x reader #lookism x reader #lookism fluff

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Not Yourself

James Potter x Reader Words: 1.1k Summary: James notices that you're not yourself lately. You are withdrawn and seem to have no interest in your usual activities. He wants to help you, but doesn't know how. Can you find a solution together? TW: Depression, mental health issues A/N: If you struggle with depression or any other mental health issue, please know that there is help out there and that you are of worth. I know sometimes everything can seem hopeless, but I'll promise you it will get better eventually.

You had not been yourself lately. You didn't know what was wrong with you, it just felt like everything you did or said made no difference. Everything around you felt meaningless and nothing could bring you joy anymore.

Your favourite foods no longer smelled good and they tasted bland. Your favourite shows, songs and books did nothing to improve your mood. You weren't even in a bad mood, you were just .... empty. That was the best way to describe it.

Your everyday life felt like it was steered by a remote control. You did what was expected of you. You got up, got dressed for the day and went to work. You didn't enjoy talking to your friends at work. You didn't even enjoy your work, and the people around you began to notice. It was not like you to be so distant and cold. Normally you were a fun-loving and cheerful person. You loved your work, enjoyed talking to people and simply enjoyed life. But something had happened and neither you nor those around you could explain what had triggered this change.

The person who was most worried was your boyfriend, James.

At first, he thought you were just having a bad day or week. Everyone felt bad sometimes. But your mood didn't get any better. On the contrary, it seemed like you were getting worse day by day.

James didn't know what to do. You didn't want to talk to him, you just told him you were fine. But he could tell you weren't fine. He had noticed that you would stay locked in the bathroom longer than necessary and that your eyes were red and puffy when you finally emerged.

He noticed how quiet it had become in the house you shared. Normally you were in the kitchen, listening to music and dancing on the spot while cooking when he came home. Now there was an eerie silence. You stopped cooking and only ate a few bites when James offered you something.

You always went to bed before him, which was nothing unusual. But instead of you reading, he found you either fast asleep or staring blankly at the ceiling or one of the walls.

"I don't know what's wrong with her mate, but I'm really worried," James said to his friends one evening. He had told you that he was going to meet Remus and Sirius for some drinksat the Leaky Cauldron, but that he would be home no later than ten.

He felt guilty leaving you alone, but he had to get out of the house. He loved you, but the atmosphere at home was suffocating him. And he needed the help of his friends. Maybe one of them knew what he could do. Well, to be honest, he wasn't really counting on Sirius, but he had hopes that Remus would think of something.

"Have you tried talking to her?" asked Sirius as he took a sip of his beer.

"Well, duh!? What do you think? She just tells me she's fine, but I know she's not. She's just not herself. Hasn't been for a while."

"Has she seen anyone? A healer, a doctor?" interjected Remus, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

"No, why would she? He's not really sick, I don't think."

"Well, maybe not physically. But it sounds like she's got some mental issues..."

"She's not mental!" exclaimed James loudly.

"I didn't say that! But maybe she's depressed. My mother suffered from depression, she acted similarly. Sometimes talking to a professional can help. And maybe some medication to start with."

"Do you think so?"

"There's no harm in asking her to try, is there? Sometimes people who suffer from depression don't really know what their problem is and how to make it better."

When he came home that night, James didn't expect you to still be awake. But you were sitting on the couch, staring at the switched-off television. With a sigh, James sat down next to you.

You barely stirred. You didn't know how long you had been sitting there. You had intended to watch some TV, but you couldn't bring yourself to pick up the remote.

"Y/N? I think we need to talk," James whispered. Your heart dropped a little, that was it, wasn't it? This was the moment he was going to break up with you because you were a burden to him.

Before you could stop them, tears were running down your cheeks.

To your surprise, James didn't turn away from you, but took your hands in his.

"I think you need help. You're not yourself anymore and I'm worried. I need you to tell me what's wrong so we can figure out something to help you."

That was all it took. You broke down. You couldn't control your crying anymore. James wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you sobbed uncontrollably.

After a while you calmed down and looked at your boyfriend. The look on your face was killing him. He had never seen you so broken and upset. That was just not your way.

"That's the problem, James. I... I don't know what's wrong with me, I really don't. I want to be happy, I want to enjoy life, but I just can't. I know I should be happy and grateful for everything I have, but I'm not. I don't know what's wrong with me and I feel like I'm a burden to everyone," you hiccoughed between ragged breaths.

"You are not a burden, Y/N. Not to me or anyone else around you," James said.

"All I want is for you to be happy and to be yourself again. I... talked to the boys today and Remus said that maybe a doctor or a healer could help you, maybe give you some medication or something."

"Do you think that would help?" you asked him quietly. You didn't think anyone could do anything to make you feel better. Everything just seemed so hopeless.

"It's worth a try, isn't it? Only if you want it, of course."

"I don't know. I'm... nervous."

"I'll go with you if it makes you feel better. I mean, you can try if they can help you, and if not, we'll look for something else. I just want you to know that I'm here for you no matter what, okay? And if something is bothering you, I want you to tell me. I want to help you, but you have to let me in on it, Y/N." You nodded at his words.

"I'll try. I promise," you whispered.

"Okay. Let's get you to bed and maybe tomorrow things will be a little easier again?" And with that, he held out his hand to you and in that moment, maybe your heart really did feel a little lighter.

#james fleamont potter #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #sirius black #remus lupin #reader insert #one shot #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter series #harry potter oneshot #harry potter #the marauders #depression

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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Kitchen Thoughts with Steve Harrington (headcanon)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (no pronouns)

Word Count: 0.5k (yes it’s short, but it’s new content!!)

Summary: Just some late night thoughts about how King Steve can be in the kitchen. (I’m sorry, I wish this summary was better 😣)

A/N: This is actually a collab with another Tumblr writer, who I’m now fortunate enough to call a friend, @bakerstreethound. Please, for the love of everything good, check out Ace’s work. They are amazing and I’m so glad I’m able to share my obsession with you, Ace!

he wouldn’t hesitate to wrap around you from behind and give neck kisses then slow dance in the kitchen

whispering a really low “good morning” in that groggy/sleepy voice that no one could refuse

he’d also probably hold your sides and kinda rub circles against your clothes/skin while he hummed

he'd be the one to burn eggs or something, obviously

“I don’t know how it happened, babe! One minute it was fine, the next dust!!”

imagine a bunch of take-out and delivery in your future with this man

but he would somehow be able to make sweet treats that turn out okay????

like muffins. So many muffins

he probably doesn’t know when to stop baking either.

one day you just come to see him and he’s made like…..five dozen of the things

and he just goes, “I made too much. Want some?”

then all the kids drop by to eat them or he picks them up after school and has the trunk loaded with them

he probably sneaks some muffins into your bag too, with little notes like, “I love you,” “there’s muffin I love more than you,” and other cheesy one-liners

remember how Steve eats bananas? Well, it turns into a joke that whatever he eats, he'll definitely make it into a muffin

that leads to some hella weird concoctions

like cinnamon and mango

or kiwi lime

or zucchini banana (which wasn’t too bad)

and Dustin sighs because, "Steve you have to stop."

cause he still hasn't recovered from the peanut butter and banana sandwich Steve made him for lunch

“This is an intervention, Steve!!!!!”

and you know Dustin wouldn’t sugarcoat it when Steve makes something gross

“Gross what is this shit?”

“It’s a muffin!”

“It tastes like death. Never make this again.”

does it hurt his pride when Dustin does that? Yes.

does he stop making them? Absolutely not.

but then the kids get so tired of the muffins, he starts sneaking them in their lunch boxes just to get rid of them all

sometimes they come to you for help

which leads to your garbage always smelling like a dead bakery

at least the neighbor’s dog loves you

and when the kids are tired of finding them in their bag, they just use them as hockey pucks or something

Lucas using them in his slingshot

Max would definitely roll her eyes about it, but she secretly finds it endearing Lucas does it cause she's sick of the muffins too

eventually Dustin has to bring all the leftover food to D&D nights and Eddie likes having the food

one day Eddie just finds out that Steve made the muffins and shows up at his house asking for more muffins or something

but he'd be kinda shy about it

“So those muffins…..”

“yeah?”

“You uh, you have any more?”

Eddie would def twiddle his thumbs

his head would be down, too. The curls would fall into his face and he’d look up with puppy-dog-esque eyes

have we just stereotyped Steve into the muffin man? Yes.

the kids humming “do you know the muffin man” every time they see him

he's the ice cream man, which he'd be insistent about

“Robin’s the ice cream man”

“WOMAN”

“right. Woman”

“for God’s sakes, Henderson…. I WAS the ice cream man!”

Mike shaking his head at how Steve can’t hold onto a single title

“Couldn’t even hold onto my sister, dude.”

“Low blow, Wheeler. Low blow.”

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Author’s Note: First headcanon done and Dustin’d! See what I…did there? Heh. Please don’t hate me. Steve Harrington has been my latest obsession and I’ve fallen for him hard. Huge thanks to Ace for helping me continue to embrace this obsession and for all of YOU little sparks for not jumping down my throat for the numerous Steve fic reblogs. I hope to work on a full-length Steve fic in the near future, so please stay tuned.

If you like what you read and want to see more short blurbs like this on my blog, make sure to leave a comment, reblog, and a like. Don’t forget to check out Ace’s blog, too! Until next time, little sparks 💙

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things headers #frostandflamesfanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #bakerstreethound

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broken-clover · 11 months

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SolAxl sick fic I need it

Certainly! Love these idiots. Using the fire magic again because I'm sorry I just like using it for cute things. I'm put at a bit of a loss for scenarios like this because I don't think Sol can get sick unless I dig really deep for something but I will not resist the chance to knock Axl around a little bit. I promise I still love him, I just like putting him in Situations

Putting it under the cut + content warning for vomiting

Sol waited for the sound of lurching to stop before he knocked on the door. “You still alive?”

“‘Preciate the sympathy, chief. Feelin’ real touched, here.” A groan seeped through the slit at the bottom.

He resisted an irritated groan of his own. “Gonna puke on me if I come in?”

“I mean, I got half a mind to-” The groaning turned into a tired sigh. “Nah, ‘m all done, pretty sure. Don’t suppose you’ve got a napkin or somethin’?”

“There’s no paper towels in there?” Sol crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

After a moment, he could make out the sound of shuffling. “Shit. Yeah, you’re right, it does. Been stuck with my head halfway down a toilet for twenty minutes, ain’t exactly been looking anywhere else.”

“Dunno why you’re trying to justify it to me, I don’t really ca-”

It should not have been a surprise, but as soon as he opened the door, Sol was hit with an awful, rancid smell. Goddamn Gear senses, only time he ever seemed to notice them these days was when it was a pain in his ass. Axl’s pitiful expression only slightly dampened the scowl on his face.

“Evenin’, chief.” He greeted him with a sarcastic two-finger salute. “What brings ya out here on a night like this?”

“Funny you should ask. Was just supposed to have a night of drinks, then some dumbass started throwing up on everything.”

“Way to kick a bloke when he’s down.” Axl shook his head. He took a stack of paper towels as they were handed to him and started mopping at his face. “Got most of it toilet, tried m’ best.”

“Don’t tell that t’ me, tell it to the sods that’ve gotta mop this place.”

His companion merely groaned again, wrapping a free hand around his ribs. “Dunno what the hell got me, ain’t had anything this bad in ages.”

“Knowing you, it’s probably just a hangover.” Sol said.

Axl gave him a halfhearted scowl. “Oi, oi, I’ve had enough hangovers ta’ know what a hangover feels like. This ain’t it. Somethin’ going round? Hell, maybe the fish from yesterday, knew it tasted too chewy…”

The man’s hands shook as he tried to clean. Reluctantly, Sol grabbed his own stack of towels and knelt down to assist. “Reeks enough, either way.”

“Yeah, sorry, mate. Not exactly my idea of fun either.” Both men continued to clean. As he attempted to turn and wipe a spot on the wall, Axl suddenly jerked back and whimpered, cradling his ribs. “Ugh, fuck. Worst part ain’t even the puking, it’s the damn soreness. Can get the taste outta my mouth, but just my luck this is gonna hurt ‘til tomorrow.”

Sol stopped. He threw the paper into the trash can. “Screw it, they can clean the rest of this shit up, they actually get paid.”

He dragged Axl to his feet before he could argue, only offering the slightest restraint to avoid fucking up the man’s insides any more than they already were.

“Chief-”

“If y’ throw up on me after all, I’m gonna leave you here.”

Despite his gruffness, they made it back to their room without much fuss. Axl shed his stained shirt and only remembered to kick off his shoes at the last moment before flopping into bed. Sol toed them out of the way and perched on the bedside. “Move.”

“Eh?” Axl glanced over his shoulder, one arm still wrapped around himself. “Figured you were gonna head back down for a couple more rounds, I was just gonna try ‘n sleep this off.”

“I know you’re gonna bitch about it all night unless I do something about it. Scoot your ass over.”

Confused, but obliging, the man squirmed until he was closer to the other side of the bed, leaving enough space for another person to slip in. That didn’t mean it was the most loose fit either, though. As soon as Sol made his way into bed with him, they were forced chest-to-back against each other with only a couple of inches in spare space. Sol was not a particularly small man, nor was he one to try and downplay that fact.

Axl could feel the heat radiating through cloth. It wasn’t unfamiliar, but something about it right then felt far more compromising than it usually did. It was hard to think of a better position, given how things were. Would trying to roll over be more or less awkward? Hell, could he even get that far without elbowing his bedmate in the face or making himself throw up again?

A hand draped around his waist. That wasn’t as familiar. Sol didn’t give him enough time to be confused by it, though, as he dragged his fingers upward. He traced lazy circles into the man’s belly and up his ribcage, summoning just the smallest hint of fire magic to make it feel like a heat pack against his skin. The motion had pulled the two of them even closer than they already had been, with Sol curving along with the slope of his spine and radiating even more heat against his back.

“You ain’t worried about getting this, too?”

“Gear-powered immune system. It’ll just bounce right off.”

“Ain’t you a lucky sonuva- mhhhh…” Axl suddenly sighed, placing one hand atop Sol’s. “Right there, riiight there. That’s the spot.”

#Frog Writes #ask #guilty gear #sol badguy #axl low #solaxl #vomiting #sickfic

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 years

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The Replacement - Part twelve

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 11

Warning: swearing

Knowing for a fact that it wasn’t Lydia either that had freed Negan from the cell, you got Daryl to speak to and try to convince her to get out of the cell after she had locked herself in it.

“Come on. You didn’t do this” Daryl opens the cell door.

“Yeah. I did” Lydia remarks in response.

“Y/N and I both kept watch last night. You never left the house” Daryl informs her.

Lydia lets out a sigh, “what does it matter…” she then sits up in the bed to look at him. “This is where they want me.”

Daryl shakes his head, “doesn’t matter what they want.”

Lydia nods her head deep in thought, “you know for a long time I blamed myself for what happened last year. Kept thinking; what if I just stayed in that cell in Hilltop, if I never let myself be taken alive by you people in the first place, never went off with Henry, never said what I said to my mother…”

“You’re not to blame for her” Daryl tries to reason with her.

“My mother was right…” Lydia looks off into the distance as she continues speaking, “she said; you people put on these polite faces, but it’s just a mask. Cause when things get bad, when you get scared; you pick a target, aim and shoot. Me… Negan, anything but you.”

“Negan’s different” Daryl shakes his head, “you didn’t know him”

“The Negan I know stood up for me when he didn’t have to” Lydia responds in defense of him. “I tried fitting in…” Lydia then continues, “because I wanted to be like you.”

Daryl drops his head at Lydia’s words, “you don’t belong in a cage.”

“I’m better here…” Lydia tells him, “feel safe.”

You watched as Daryl stared at her with no response and just closes the cell door. “What the hell, Daryl!”

“She doesn’t want to get out” Daryl shrugs his shoulders, “there ain’t much more I can do about it.”

“She’s right you know…” you glare at him when he passes you at the basement door, “you all pick the ones that you feel don’t belong here and target them, unleashing your anger and fears out on them.”

“Like I told her; Negan’s different” Daryl responds to your remark. “You weren’t here when The Saviors were terrorizing us all, you don’t know the REAL him.”

“I might not have known THAT Negan, no…” you nod your head at him, “but I can say that I know the Negan he is now. He’s CHANGED, that I can tell you.”

Daryl lets out a sigh, “believe what you want.” Turning to walk away, he then tells you, “maybe you can talk some sense into her…”

It took some convincing but eventually you got Lydia to come out of the cell; not that it made things less easy for you and her. Lydia still felt unwanted in the community and you were still SILENTLY being accused of being the one that helped Negan escape.

To top things off; people in Alexandria mysteriously began getting sick; a handful of people were exhibiting what seemed to be a stomach virus.

Not long you found yourself being ill as well; you were exhibiting all the symptom as the rest of them, but you felt like it was even worse. Luckily you didn’t have a fever like most of them, but you found that you couldn’t even handle smells nor the taste of certain things at the moment without having to throw up, it had gotten to a point where you couldn’t even stomach drinking the water.

Dante and Siddiq was pushing you to stay hydrated but you just couldn’t stomach the water, unless it was boiled with some fresh ginger, lemon and mint. It was the only thing besides dried toast that you could keep down at this time.

Eventually you began to feel a bit better; everything having settled down to just a bit of nausea during certain times of the day and some light-headedness. You found as long as you stuck with your new ‘diet’, you were ok, so you summed it up to being stress over the whole situation surrounding Negan’s escape.

You feared over how Negan was doing on his own on the outside, of what would happen to him if they ever found him, not to mention if he ever had the misfortune of running into the Whisperers.

Siddiq them were at a lost in figuring out what it was that was making everyone so violently, yet when you seem to have gotten better. They even tried your remedy at one point, yet nothing seemed to work, eventually you brushed it off as that your episode was probably due to stress, accompanied by your pre-existing ailments.

You and Lydia were sitting on the front steps of your house when Daryl and Carol walked up to the house with a tied up, blindfolded man. The two of you quickly got up; curious to what was going on, you shot Daryl a questioning look when you saw them leading him towards the jail cell. Placing his hand on his lips, Daryl shakes his at head the both of you to remain quiet.

“That guy, he’s a Whisperer…” Lydia comments once they had disappeared downstairs.

Shooting Lydia a look of surprise, you respond, “how did they manage to capture him? And why?”

“I’m not sure” she replies, “but one thing’s certain; this isn’t going to end well…”

“I agree” you remark, “whatever the heck those two are up to, I want nothing to do with it. I already have half of the community on my ass over Negan, I don’t need more drama added to the shit pile I got stacked against me.”

Lydia nods her head in agreement, a look of worry written clearly over her face. “Come on, let’s go inside, the less we know; the better…” you tell her as you both head inside the house.

Lydia was supposed to be helping you out with inventory; you thought it was best to keep her out of the line of fire, yet you couldn’t find her anywhere inside the house at this moment. Deciding to check for her outside, you ended up crossing paths with Daryl as you came out of the house.

“Hey…” Daryl greets you. “Hi…” you nod at him, your eyes concentrated on the basement door.

Noticing where you were looking at, Daryl comments, “Carol and me ran into him while scouting for Alpha’s hoard; he’s a Whisperer.”

“I know” you respond, “Lydia recognized him when you guys brought him pass us.”

“We brought him so that we can find out if Alpha’s behind the recent waves of Walkers and what she’s planning” Daryl then explains to you.

Lifting your hands in the air, you respond, “I want nothing to do with what you’re doing with him. I’m already having to deal with the dirty looks and silent accusations after Negan escaped. The less I know the better.”

“I know it wasn’t you nor Lydia that let him out” Daryl tries to reassure you.

“Well, that only makes one of you” you shrug in response.

Daryl; seeing that you really didn’t want anything to do with what was happening, then takes his leave of you. After he left, you took a slow scan of the surrounding area in front of you, and that’s when you noticed Carol approaching Lydia; who was sitting across the street.

You watched as they talked to one another for a bit until Gabriel eventually walked up to them. She’s definitely up to something. You think watching Carol’s interaction with Lydia.

Three major things happened in short period time then thereafter; the Whisperer prisoner died unexpectedly, the ‘mysterious virus’ had claimed its first victim and Siddiq finally figured out what it was that was making everyone so ill. It was found that someone had deliberately tampered with the water filtering; resulting in everyone having consumed unsafe water. No wonder you couldn’t stomach the taste of it.

One thing you had picked up on yourself; was that Carol was seeming awfully interested in Lydia than usual. Thinking it might be due them both having loved and lost Henry; you tried to not dwell to much on it, but still kept a close eye on Carol though.

And just when things seemed to be getting better, something terrible happened; Dante killed Siddiq. Turns out he was a Whisperer all along; sent by Alpha to infiltrate and damage the community from the inside, as well as the one that was behind the sabotages of the graffiti spread all over and tampering of the water supply, amongst other things.

Believing that Lydia had perhaps spent the night over at Daryl them, you headed over there to look for her. “Y/N, hi…” Carol greets you opening the front door.

“Hey, Carol” you give a faint smile, “is Lydia here? She’s supposed to be assisting me this morning, so I thought I’d come get her.”

“Oh, um…” Carol drags her response out, “she… um…”

“She ain’t here” Daryl answers coming to the door himself.

“Oh” you look at them both in surprise, “I thought she spent the night here…”

“She did, but left early this morning to go hunting” Carol answers with a tight smile.

Daryl eyes her, shaking his head. “She’s gone” remarks in response.

You frown at his remark, “what do you mean; gone?”

“Why don’t you ask her…” Daryl replies tilting his head toward Carol.

Turning to Carol, you arch a brow in question. “I needed her help to expose Alpha lies…” Carol shrugs at you in response.

“Ok… so where did she go?” you then ask.

Daryl awkwardly clears his throat, eyeballing Carol. “I lied to her about where we were going and the reason behind it” Carol matter-of-factly replies, her face void of any emotions. “When she realized it; she got mad and took off.”

Your body instantly fills with anger then, “You truly are a cold-hearted Bitch!” you sneer at her in response.

“Excuse me?” Carol raises a brow in surprise at your remark.

“You used that girl for your own vendetta!” you angrily respond, “you used her grief over Henry to get your revenge on Alpha! You don’t give a shit about who you hurt as long as you get what you want!”

“It’s true that I’m doing this to get my revenge on Alpha, yeah” Carol agrees, nodding her head. “but I’m also doing it to keep Alexandria safe.”

“Ha! Please…” you let out a mocking laugh, “that’s bullshit and we both know it.” You turn to Daryl then, “where exactly was she last seen?”

Daryl shakes his head at you, “nah, you ain’t going out there after her.”

“Someone has to, before Alpha finds her” you respond.

“We’re heading out to find the location of Alpha’s horde” Daryl tells you. “I’ll try and find her while we’re out there.”

Knowing you didn’t really have much of a choice, you nod your head in agreement and then head back to your house.

You decided to tidy the house up a bit in a way to keep yourself busy, so the worry over where Lydia could be right now wouldn’t get to you. Opening the hallway closet; you're surprised by the crowbar that Negan brought home, falling out of it and nearly landing on your feet.

A sad smile crosses your face as you picked it up. “Where are you Negan…” you speak out to the empty house, “please be safe. I need you to be safe…”

Not feeling up to doing anything after that, you head upstairs to the bedroom. Heading for Negan’s dresser, you take one of his nightshirts; stripping the clothes you were wearing and then slipping on his shirt.

Climbing back into bed, you grab his pillow; hugging it tightly as you slowly drift to sleep, your mind filled with images of Negan as your heart yearned to be in his arms once again.

Part 13

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Random slasher headcannons

I got this idea from @skylarsblue please read theirs I love it so very much. Anyway enjoy this stupid list of stuff. Also it is way to late for me to be up but hey it’s summer baby.

Billy Lenz

I know we all love dirty, greasy rat man Billy but what if he sneaks into like the sorority showers and like uses their fancy hair and skin care stuff. How else is his hair so perfectly fluffy

He would love to have painted nails but he could not sit still long enough to let them dry. I feel like he bites his nails too or at least chews on his fingers or stuff.

Cat dad.

You know those things where like it’s just like “Fucking forg” in like flame letters and a picture of someone holding a frog behind it? Billy would love those. He loves the stupidist like most nonsensical humor ever. Like show him the thing where it says “Ohio burger” and everything on the burger is shaped like Texas and he will be dying for the next 20 minutes.

He will eat anything he can get his hands on. He’s like a baby in that way you know? Like he’ll look at like purfume and spray it in his mouth and just like like how it tastes. Keep him away from the air freshener.

He also has a very high tolerance for spice. He can drink an entire bottle of hot sauce in like 30 minutes max.

He either has a high tolerance for caffeine or he’ll have a heart attack if he drinks a cup of coffee.

He has echolallia and probably mild autism. no this isn’t because I’m autistic, well maybe

Seems like he’ll like be ok with touch but it’s gonna take some time for him to actually be comfortable with touch

He will eat raw meat and not learn his lesson when he gets sick

Brahms Heelshire

Also a cat dad

Probably likes to knit things. Like he’ll have this big ass blanket he’s been working on for like a super long time.

His parents forced him into the walls don’t @ me about this you know I’m right.

He’s sensitive to food textures. Like if an apple has the wrong feel in his mouth he can’t eat it.

His posture is so bad omfg. We’d be back pain buddies. He’d have an extra like two inches if he wasn’t hunched over all the time.

He would love worm on a string. Like buy him one and he’ll play with it all the time.

He probably always wanted one of those porcelain faced dolls but he was too afraid to ask his parents.

He loves art history. Like he wants to collect paintings and he studies artists all the god damn time.

He likes to bake but he can’t do it on his own. He tried and it was a disaster.

Thomas Hewitt

I agree he is a metal head but he listens to Dolly Parten too. He’s a sweet country boy what do you expect.

Lowkey would love to have his nails painted black.

He’d be so confused if he got a hug. Like I mean the man’s never had one before.

He loves the smell of flowers. He’s around blood and meat so much he loves to just reset with a good floral scent. So can someone get this man some flowers?

If he was born into a different family he wouldn’t kill people. I just feel like that’s the case.

He’d love to have a big dog because I say so and I want a big dog.

He started to collect bones as a kid because he was just like really interested in.

I feel like he’d be good at taxidermy. Like if he got the proper tool and stuff he’d be good at it.

I don’t think he’s as dumb as the movie says he is. Like he hid in the car to get that girl, that was pretty smart.

Lester Sinclair

He collected bones as a kid. Probably always wanted to do something with preserving the dead. Definitely has some taxidermy he made in his house.

Out of all the brothers he is the most domestic. He’s good at cleaning and cooking and has to help Bo and Vincent clean up their house once a month.

I feel like Jonesy was a stray dog before Lester adopted her. He probably found her eating some road kill and was just like “I guess you’re my dog now.”

He’s a bit dense so it’ll take him a bit to realize you’re into him. But if you laugh at one of his stupid jokes he’ll really start to pick up on your flirting.

He makes bone jewelry. Like Texas chainsaw massacre style. He wears it when he’s not working and probably made some for his brothers.

I wrote about this before but there’s a lake he’ll visit when he wants to. Probably bring Jonesy and if he had an s/o or someone he’s interested in he’ll bring them there.

Poison ivy does nothing to this man. He’ll still get the rash and like the bumps but it’s not itchy. He has a high pain tolerance and like can get hit my a car and walk away ok. That’s a bit of an overstatement but it makes my point.

He’s polyamorous because I’m poly and I say so. So are Bo and Vincent fuck you

I got this idea from someone who’s @ I can’t remember but they talked about how Lester made the handle for his knife and Vincent’s and I totally agree. This man has a hobby and it’s making knife handles.

I feel like he would have seen a stray cat, left out food for it but a raccoon ate it instead and he just said “fuck it” and now he’s feeding a raccoon.

Loves to like hug and cuddle shit. His love language is physical touch and he will always let people know that. If no one is around and he needs to cuddle something he’ll chose Jonesy or a pillow, litterly anything he can get.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves tea. Do I have a basis for this claim? No he just give me tea drinker vibes.

I feel like he would have some sort of guilt for not helping Bo as a kid or something like that. Like he felt like he was the favored twin/ child. He would also feel bad for Lester cause I feel like he was sort of forgotten by their parents and Vincent and Bo kinda had to parent him.

He would love to watch ballet. Like he loves the costumes and the dances and would probably adore drawing/sculpting something so graceful.

If his hands weren’t always covered in wax he’d paint his nails black. I just feel like he would like the way it looks.

He probably learned a lot about medicine from his dad and takes care of his brothers when they get sick or they need help. I saw how he tried to go back and take that arrow out.

His mask is a comfort item of sorts. Like he rarely takes it off and if he does it’s usually when he’s alone.

He would love to put his hair up but Bo won’t let him have hair ties because of how they remind him of the straps on his chair in a way. We know he kinda takes his trauma out on his victims but seeing that happen to his brother is too much. Same goes for his partner.

If he’s in the mood he’ll listen to metal music. He’s kinda a metal head but not super hard core into it.

He has to do some kind of like work out to keep his body as giant and beautiful as it is. I feel like he’ll go in the woods and work out there and stuff. Probably gets some meat from Lester too if he runs out.

Would be good at origami. Like he’s good with his hands and would be great with making things.

His knives were a gift from Lester when they first started remaking Ambrose together.

Bo Sinclair

The man doesn’t have anger issues he’s just a bitch.

He’s a himbo and I love him for that.

If anyone tried to mess with his brothers growing up he would beat them fuck up. Talk shit about his family? Boom you’re getting decked by him. Don’t say shit about his family.

He’s pan because I want him to love me and he’s got that kinda vibe. Also I want him to love me.

He thinks who vape are pussies. “Just smoke a god damn cigarette like a normal person.”

He got into cars as an escape of some kind in his childhood. Like I just feel like it.

He has a skincare routine that if anyone found out about he’d kill them.

He can sing like one of those dudes from the 50′s. He does it by himself but he like can.

He’s a liquor man not a beer man. Well like he prefers liquor.

Bubba Sawyer

HE IS GENDERFLUID END OF DISCUSSION

He has a few dresses he wears when he’s alone and makeup he puts on some of his masks.

He’s closest to Nubbins. He’s the nicest brother to him and he hugs him often.

He likes soft calming music. Something to sooth him after all the screaming and abuse he gets on a daily basis

Loves to bake when he can. He likes feeling domestic and stuff.

Never went to a formal school and his brothers had to constantly stand up for him and make sure he was ok.

He has an emotional support chicken he keeps at the house.

Probably good at taxidermy but doesn’t do it like correctly. Like he doesn’t use the right stand he just stuffs with with stuffing basically making it a glorified stuffed animal.

Michael Myers

He finds scaring people so fucking funny. Like you know he was laughing with that ghost shit.

He really likes sweet shit. He’s scare a kid just to steal their halloween candy.

My explanation for how the og Michael is a tank while he’s looks like an average 5’11 dude is that he was kind of experimented on while at Smithsgrove.

He has a high tolerance for alcohol. Like drinking a third of a bottle of vodka would get him tipsy.

RZ Michael Myers started to make masks as a coping mechanism and it just evolved from there.

His hand writing is like really sharp. Like someone trying to be edgy is his handwriting.

He can’t grow facial hair. He was in that asylum for what 15 years and nothing. He couldn’t shave while he was there so he just can’t grow any.

Can eat raw meat and be fine. The man would do it on purpose to like bulk up.

He has low iron levels and that’s why he doesn’t run.

The reason the og targeted mostly teenage girls was because his first kill was his teenage sister so it’s kinda like that.

Og likes classical music RZ likes metal music.

#slashers #slasher #horror #michael myers #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #billy lenz #Brahms heelshire #brahms my beloved #sinclair brothers #halloween #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #black christmas

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asscrackcreed · 2 years

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ur hc/writting abt bayek being arno's dad is absolute God work 😭 imagine jacob or the others somehow found out abt the conversation and is actually heart broken (like me rn like wtf) and tries to distract arno so he doesn't feel sad 😭

(and yes tis i again ur beloved anon crying and want to set something on fire after reading your writing)

(BELOVED😫)

“So… yeah. Bayek’s a good dad.” The sheepish laugh made Jacob give half a smile. It was all he could muster up, god he knew losing a dad was tough but a murder? At such a young age? Jacob was half glad his dad died at the age he did, it’s easier when you’ve been through the shit you have.

Jacob looked down, Arno was sprawled on his stomach over Jacob as they both lay in their bed. Hair strands tied neatly, bunched together at the back of his head. The gleam on his hair made it look magical, it was only one reason why Jacob always touched it, kissed it, smelled it. Arno was always so… perfect. Especially aesthetically. He had just realised he was already reaching for it, gentle to brush over and careful to brush any loose strands back. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to reply, maybe he didn’t know what to say but Jacob’s mouth was dry. What could he say?

“I love you.”

Arno, enjoying the comfort of Jacob’s hand, snapped his head towards Jacob. Lifting himself up, he snickered slightly, “Don’t tell me you’re piting me? Or feeling bad or something?”

“Nah. I just… felt like saying it. I’m glad Bayek’s here for you. For us.”

Arno nodding, “Yeah… It’s nice, I can’t imagine the hell he’s been through… But he has good advice and stuff… I- I love you too. With everything that happens…,” Arno shifted slightly, pulling away from Jacob slightly, “Please stay with me.”

“How could I leave someone that loves everything about me?”

With a few blinks, Arno felt tears form. As though sick of spilling emotions again and again, he pulled further back with huff. Though to his surprise, Jacob pulled him back, his fingers intertwining with the roots of Arno’s hair. The hand that grabbed Arno stayed at his torso, Jacob solidified his promise to not leave by adjusting his grip and pulling both their heads together.

“If you asked for the world, I’d give it to you. It started with me giving my heart and it’ll end with me giving you happiness. I can’t let go of you, Arno, I don’t plan on it.”

The tremble of Arno’s lip made it difficult to speak, only waves of tears would come out if he opened his mouth. Jacob felt the heat of Arno’s face, saw the red of Arno’s face, heard the whimper of Arno holding back. And so Jacob gave Arno what he wanted. Eyes closed as he tasted his lover’s divine lips, drunk the drug that he vowed to take for the rest of his life. Arno placed his knees on either side of Jacob, his arms wrapped around his neck. Time seemed to be running out as Arno desperately clung to Jacob. The break for air felt wrong, the sin only lasting a second before Jacob flipped Arno onto his back, digging into the essence of sweet lips once again.

“You’re doing this so I don’t feel sad.”

“Yeah… But now I’m kinda horny…”

#french fryes #jacob frye #arno dorian #jacob frye imagine #arno dorian imagine #jarno #assassin's creed #ac #anonymous #ask #assassins creed imagines #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed imagines #ac imagines #ac imagine

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corrupted-hallows · 10 months

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Why is a three letter word

Surprise! I do writing! This is a snippet out of something I've written. Tis fanfiction. I'm not all that good at writing so don't come after me for it being bad. I'm learning >:(

Cw ab*se, death, vom*t and p*ss

Toby doesn't understand why. It's just three simple letters. Why? Why was he locked away like some animal? Why did Lyra leave him alone? Why hasn't he heard either of their parents moving in days? Weeks? How long has his door been locked?

His brown eyes struggle open with the echoes of his last thought. How long has he truly been here? Dust could be seen floating in the thin streaks of light from the only source in the small room. A light bulb hanging by bare wires, swinging back and forth with the creaks of the old two story house. Flickering dully in a yellowed tone. He lays on an old worn mattress on the floor in the corner furthest from the door. The rusted springs digging into his skin with every slight twitch of his thin body. The air is putrid, having gone stale with time. The smell of urine and mold strongly mix into something truly rancid, thick enough he could taste it. It made him sick, stomach acid rising to meet the putrid mess around him. He barely had the strength to turn his head before he retches. Nothing but pure acidity. There wasn’t anything left in his stomach to give. The empty wrappers taunt him from the floor. He hasn’t eaten in a while. His snacks had run out in the first few days before things started to bleed together. Only recently he's run out of the water bottles he’d been rationing. For the first few days, he tried to get out but his window was barred and his door reinforced. Both things Luke, his stupid dad, had pushed for. Swore that it was for his own good when the people had shown up to install everything. Now he was stuck.

Was anyone going to come get him? Someone had to come get him. They always did before. Why wouldn't they now? That’s because they rarely let him out. It was usually Lyra. She never forgot about him unlike Luke or Connie. If she couldn’t let him out, she’d at least bring him food or water. She wouldn’t let him die like this. But she’s gone. No one knew where she went. She left him here with no notes, no words to why she went away. Connie had blamed him when she found out like she always did. It was his fault for taking up too much time. It was his fault she felt ignored by their parents. It was always his fault. He felt like crying, not like he could. Eyes closing tight as he tried to will away the echoes of everyone’s words. They loved her so much but him? No. He didn’t deserve love apparently. Hell, he didn’t deserve to leave his own room even if he’s dying.

Is he really dying?

#creepypasta #ticci toby #fanfic #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta ticci toby #creepypasta toby #Still learning #read the warnings #small drabble #i tried

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kausstar · 2 months

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i know if i am haunting you, you must be haunting me !

☆ 𝓡AFE 𝓒AMERON x f! reader￨nsfw content￨wc: 2.1k lı|lı|l haunted — beyoncé.

normally, rafe has no problem getting over exs. didn’t matter if he had to drown himself in lines or take shot after shot, he would get over it. but you were intoxicating. smelled better than any drug he’d sniffed, tasted better than any liquor that he swallowed, looked prettier than any girl he could fucking lay his eyes on.

fic tags porn w plot. black reader in mind but anyone can read, mwah! swearing. threatening (some rando guy). obsessive! rafe (makes him like 10 times yummier). talks of doing drugs. lots of kissing. the sloppy, nasty, needy shit. pussy eating. praise kink. light choking. manhandling. over stimulation.

𝓴aus. wanted to write something that screamed the definition of passionate sex n’ i am needy for some him soooo here we are. haven’t written anything like this in a while so forgive me if it’s bad :((

“damn.” rafe ran his fingers throw his hair, fingers pulling at his roots making him wince at the tug. his eyes were foggy as he looked around the living room filled with people he didn’t want to see. none of them were you. he knew you were here, you and sarah were still friends regardless of the break up but he just couldn’t find the balls to get off this fucking couch.

he came to forget everything that had happened these last couple weeks with his dad and the argument he had with you but no matter how many lines of cocaine he did, his mind just wouldn’t let up. truly, he wasn’t having a good time.

he blamed himself for the argument that ruined your relationship and it was really getting to him— more than he expected. he was so stressed with his dad’s bullshit he couldn’t see you. how good you were to him. how patient you were with him. how important you were to him. the things he would do to keep you his were…unhealthy, to say the least, and for him to completely forget that made him sick.

in irritation, he bites the inside of his mouth and stands from the couch, throwing down the $20 bill he’d been sniffing coke through. he moves his way around the couch’s and chairs in the living room, eyes searching for either you or someone who he knew who would know where to find you. “hey, rafe!” “rafe!” “yo, rafe,” was all his heard walking through the crowd but he hadn’t heard that voice— your voice.

he spotted someone, someone he wasn’t particularly fond of, but he knew you. rafe isn’t hesitant to grab topper’s shoulder and turn him to face him. topper’s face is filled with confusion and irritation until he realizes who it is. before topper can speak, rafe does.

“where is she?” topper’s eyes squint with confusion. he’d known what happened between him and you so he already knew who rafe was asking for. he shakes his head at rafe. “i don’t know. come on, rafe. she’s not-” rafe quickly removes his hand from topper’s shoulder and throws his hand up at him. “shut the fuck up. if you don’t know then just- just shut the fuck up,” he says before stumbling back into the crowd, not caring to wait on topper’s reply.

he decides to walk towards the back yard pool area, you always liked to be a bathing suit. you always looked pretty in the ones he picked out too. he groaned at the thought of you in one without his arm wrapped around your waist, kissing her lips. as soon as he’s about to start walking a little faster towards the back of the house, he spots you, some guys hands sliding down your sides in the bathing suit he bought.

he moves through the crowd, not caring for anyone in his way or the groans and cursing he hears from irritated people. once he makes it to you and he’s in your line of sight, he sees nothing but worry flash over your face. he doesn’t study it for too long though, too focused on the unwanted energy standing behind you. “touch her like that again and i’ll gut you,” his voice is steady for the first time that night. the guy is quick to raise his hands and move away from the two of you.

rafe doesn’t look away until he’s out of his line of sight. “don’t worry about that. what’s wrong, rafe?” your voice and the light pull from your hands on his face redirecting him to look at you. oh, that pretty face he missed. he’s almost dazed at the looks of you. he forgets for a second your question and you go to ask again but he opens his mouth.

“wanna apologize,” his sentence is breathy, his hand trailing up your throat to your face. your soft skin never feeling so nice underneath his hands. you shake your head, “it’s fine. i know you were stressed-” this time, he shakes his. “yeah, yeah. but you didn’t deserve that. wanna make it up to you.” before you can reply, his lips are on yours, his hand holding your face making sure you don’t pull away from him.

the kiss is soft but sloppy and needy. his tongue playing recklessly with yours. you moan into the kiss, head slightly going foggy. “rafe… baby,” you plead into the kiss, trying to get him to stop just for a bit but your pleads aren’t enough. it isn’t until you pull at the wrist of the hand that held your face that he pulled away. with the both of you breathless, he grins down at you, thumb running over your spit covered lips.

“let’s go upstairs,” you lightly smile back, thumbs rubbing the side burns of his messy hair. he nods before you pull his hand from your face and guide him through the crowd to the stairs. he follows behind you, hungry eyes watching your every move. upstairs, you walk to his room and once you��re inside he shuts the door behind the two of you. he’s quick to pull you into him, lips greedily latching onto yours.

his kisses are breathless leaving your lungs haunted. but no matter how hard it gets to breath, you kiss him deeper and tug the hair at the nip of his neck to pull him closer. he doesn’t miss the hunger in your kiss and begins to slowly back you up towards the bed until you’re at the foot of it. he wastes no time to remove his shirt, breaking the kiss to do so but he doesn’t let your lips be apart long, connecting back with you after the shirt is thrown elsewhere.

you aren’t shy about pulling at the waist of this black shorts and he chuckles into the kiss at the gesture. he goes for the buttons on them before stripping from them entirely. “get on the bed, baby,” he whispers onto your lips, giving you a quick peck before pulling away completely. you do as your asked and he follows suit right behind you. he meets you on the bed with a passionate kiss that leads down to your neck. the kisses are open mouthed and sloppy, so sloppy it leaves you with cold ones.

“lift,” he says, asking you to lift your upper half so he can take off your top. you sit yourself up, allowing him to untie it and pull the top from your chest. your breast now exposed to the cold air and before you can whine about being cold, his warm mouth is wrapped your left nipple making you gasp. “rafe,” you whine out, hand on the back of his head as you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple.

he sucks on it lightly- even gives it a good ‘pop’ before going to the other. you lightly moan as he runs his tongue over the other, sucking on it lightly soon after. he then replaces it with kisses, kisses that soon trail down your stomach stopping right above your bikini bottoms. he runs his finger up and down your folds through them, making the wet spot, in the thin fabric, bigger.

“i make you this wet, huh?” he asks, fat grin on his face. he doesn’t expect an answer, just wants to hear that pathetic whine that you always let out when he teases you about soaking your panties. you give him exactly what he wants too, letting out a little whine that makes his dick leak pre-cum.

he doesn’t tease you any longer— mostly because he needs a taste of you before he cums in his pants just from the needy look your giving him. after pulling them off, he hooks his arms under your legs and dips his tongue inside, tasting you on his tongue. he hums at how sweet you taste and swirls his tongue around your clit. your clit hardens under the stimulant of his tongue and your legs open wider, giving him more access to you.

moans escape your mouth as his tongue travels down to your dripping hole. he dips the tip inside, fucking your pussy with his tongue. the lower half of his face soaked as he continues to push his face into your wet pussy. his nose brushing your clit every now and then making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “hmmp… m’ gonna cum, baby,” you pant as this tight feeling continues to build in the small of stomach. “cum,” he demands, words muffled by your pussy.

again, you do as asked and your orgasm rushes over you. you cum all over his mouth and face, eyes watering from his intense it was. rafe doesn’t care too much about that though. he removes his tongue from inside you but continues to lap profusely at your pussy. your folds, clit, inner lips… everything. so much, it has you whining and trying to get out of his grasp but he won’t let that happen of course.

“come on, baby. just wanna clean you up,” he claims, before pulling you towards his mouth by your hips. without much of a choose, you allow him to run his tongue over your sensitive areas until he felt it was enough, which felt like eternity. but when he finally lets up, he comes up to kiss you and allows you to taste yourself on his tongue. “please, fuck me,” you whimper into the kiss.

he pulls away, grinning lightly down at you. “you’re so pretty when you beg,” he says before taking down your boxers, exposing his leaking dick. his tip a pretty shade of pink, almost your favorite shade. he runs just the tip through your folds, his pre-cum mixing with your cum. the tip of his dick ever so slightly getting snagged on your clit making you moan.

it doesn’t take him long to line himself up with you and slide himself into your warm, sticky walls. he lets out a delicious sounding groan as he did so- your own sound of pleasure following shortly behind his. his hips slowly inch towards the back of your thighs as he pushes each inch of his dick inside of you. you moan out as he pumps you full, arms wrapped around his back.

he can feel your pussy squeeze and clench for him, pulling him in just like the way your eyes beg him to kiss you. he does as both of you ask, kissing your lips deeply as he draws his hips back and forth just the way he knows you like it. deep and fast. he moves one of his hands from the bed sheets to your face and as his lips moves his hands do too.

while he’s kissing your lips, his hand stays resting on your jaw but when he’s kissing your neck, his hand are wrapped around it lightly, just enough to feel your pussy become wetter at his touch. soon, he pulls away from your neck and switches his attention back to your lips but he doesn’t kiss you just let. “i’ll give you anything. anything you want,” he promises, lips ghosting over yours, your breath brushing over each others face.

you could only let out a whine in response to his words, brain too foggy. the room is filled with sloppy sounds of the two of you meeting. the squelching sounds of your pussy taking every thrust he gives you makes his dick leak inside of you. that, with you panting underneath him, the smell and taste of you consuming his senses. he’s damn near close to cuming in you. “god,” he moans, “think i’m gonna cum, baby.”

his hand loosens from your throat and you stutter out a reply. “m-me too,” you call out, holding onto him tighter. his pace stays constant, he doesn’t let it slow or stutter until the last minute until he’s emptying himself inside of you. you cum first, holding onto him tightly as your pussy clenches and squeezes around him, almost motivating him to spill himself inside. shortly behind, he cums with a groan, eyes closed, hips slowed.

after minutes of catching your breath, he brings you into a lovely and longing kiss before snapping his hips into you so you take all of him. your moan into the kiss is cut short because of his reckless movements. “i missed you,” you whisper, breathless, against his lips. “i missed you to death,” he lightly laugh almost as if he doesn’t believe how true it is as he pulls away from you. you lightly laugh at him.

𝓮𝓷𝓭   2024 kausstar.

ignore the ending… please. thirsts are still open 4 him. mwah!

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #⟡ drew starkey.#main note to myself while i was writing this was make it sloppy and wet #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe concepts #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron concepts #smut #outerbanks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x smut

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one-twisted-sister · 1 year

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🍙 Loreto, Divine, and Masika

Loreto: It's morn- no night time again and you are just arriving at your work place your boss Mr. Mikell stood hanging up a new hand crafted piece it looked more like armor than a decorative piece, turning to you he speaks in that odd alien language quickly you grab your cellphone so you can get the translator going- thank you Asaego, the only bit you get is 'lunch in fridge' damn it you weren't quick enough- that or he was speaking broken trollian.

The day goes on per usual and you come to the devastating conclusion that you didn't pack lunch for yourself- nah you could handle it you could remember days where you even forgot to eat until it was dinner time yeah you got this!....You don't got this!, lunch time had rolled around and you were starving it figures right?. "Aren't you going to eat?." You jump hearing your translator go off, Mr.Mikell has sat down across from you at the office table, grabbing the device you type.

"No like a dumbass this evening I woke up late and didn't pack anything, I'm fine though really." You watch as the male across from you opened up his bag pulling out a sandwich, soda, cake, a box containing nigiri, small tub of mixed berries, your mouth was watering, cruel damn alien man pulling out everything while you were stuck dining on air and sadness. You try to advert your gaze but can't as he cuts everything in two with a plastic knife probably to prolong your torture however you are taken a back as half of his lunch was pushed towards you, you stare at him in confusion as he speaks again.

"No one should go without eating, especially one of my close ones." Okay perhaps the translator messed that one up- Close one?, either way you thankfully take a pair of chopsticks from your boss thakinging him before digging in. - - -

Divine arched a brow looking down at you, you who shriveled under her seemingly lifeless gaze you go to speak however the Highbloodess holds up her gloved hand to silence you. "Repeat that once more." She commanded, thank the gods above and below that the device didn't recognize voice tones. "C-Could you pack me a l-lunch ma'am?." You ask, damn even you thought you sounded pathetic and the translator made it sound bad and even more so when the female tossed her head back and laughed. "You want me, Divine Mariee you pack you a lunch like some little wriggler?." She laughed again. "You must be joking."

You swallowed hard as the tip of her blade poked just under your chin threatening to pierce your flesh. "Pathetic creature, you like all others will take care of yourself you are no grub nor are you a wriggler and even so I wouldn't waste my precious time making you anything, how dare you even ask me such, you're lucky I don't slice your head from your shoulders."

Divine pressed the sword tip against your neck poking the smallest of holes to which you flinch making a sick grin come to her face before that sword was pushed more and then--- Darkness. - - -

You awake in a beautiful field filled with flowers of every sort some you recognized and others you didn't but you knew you could both relax there but not stay there forever the Peridot Knight had made that clear the day you stumbled into the cavern it was a good thing she was there that blueblood and emerald blood were going to wipe the floor with you. As fun as it was you knew it was time to head out and continue your journey, taking an extra few minutes you soaked up the soft sound of the trickling stream the sweet smell of the flowers and the soft coos of the lusii.

Finally reluctantly you push yourself from the soft grass patch shaking off little bits that stuck to you gaze set on the exit one step-two step-... wait where were your manors? the Knight had been nothing but understanding and calm even motherly it would be in bad taste to leave without saying goodbye....or you were looking for a reason to stay just a tad longer. Turning on a heel you headed back into the cavern wiggling your way around the guards looking for Masika.

She was huge and yet you couldn't find her not until she called out your name to which you turned quick now face to face with the tall female. Watching as she held something out to you it looked like... a lunch?, she packed you a lunch? this big scary pretty green lady packed you a lunch offering a kind smile to you before walking you to the entrance speaking in a language that you couldn't understand, with a teary eyed goodbye you set off once again trying to find what remained of the fire goddess temple. Walking for a bit curiosity got the best of you as you opened the container that Masika had presented you with, your eyes widening as you seen the vast amount of goodies and drinks she had stuck into the thing.

Cakes, sandwiches the crusts were even cut off, firut!...or at lest what you thought was some kind of firut either way it smelled sweet energy bars and firut pouches some you remember seeing some grubs and wrigglers drinking there was definitely enough to tide you over until you reached the farm lands,

#Loreto #Divine #Masika #long post #drabble #your pov #sorry it took so long >3<

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea.

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi @gojos-mochi @assbuttbaek @bleueluna

#gojo x reader #megumi x reader #nanami x reader #naoya x reader #toji x reader #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #nanami kento #zenin naoya #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #tw: period talk #tw: periods #tw: menstruation

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