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Make-Up Sex
Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)
CW: NSFW MDNI!! Rough sex, riding, Cooper getting tied up, p in v, p0rn w/o plot, irradiated cream pie x2, mention of needles, cursing, established relationship, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviance from show
AN: I’m really enjoying writing for asks! Thank you to those who have submitted any, my ask box is always open so feel free to send in more! I will do my best to get to them as I can, and to the Anon who asked for this one, I hope I did your ask justice! Enjoy our favorite cowboy getting tied up and railed. Save a horse, ride a cowboy y’all. 🤠 apologies if it seems rushed, I wrote it at like 2am and post this on my way to work 😭
Synopsis: Cooper Howard is one stubborn man, and after a while of getting on your nerves, you finally find a way to make him apologize.
He had been getting on your nerves all day. First instance was when you two were out scavenging after finishing a bounty hunt, your supplies were running a bit low after being out for three whole days longer than you’d anticipated. You were getting ready to shoot one of the bandits that managed to get a stray bullet to graze your cheek when he killed them before you could even get a chance. You evil eyed him as he said “ain’t fun havin’ your kills stolen from ya, is it sweetheart?” He asked, making you roll your eyes and give a groan as you sifted through the raider’s pockets for anything useful. No such luck. A whole three bottle caps, and a plastic fork. So you drug your feet as you both carried on towards home.
Second instance was when you both were surprised by some radroaches and radscorpions after opening the door to what looked to be a vacant rest stop to get supplies from. A few wasted bits of ammo later, you make it inside and he made fun of your screams for a whole two hours. “Ain’t afraid of raiders, needles, nothin’ but bugs” he would say as he’d laugh so hard he’d go into a coughing fit while your face burned bright red with anger and embarrassment as he’d use his inhaler.
The third instance was where you drew the line. He was sifting through his bag trying to find his canteen of water after not finding shit at the rest stop. “Motherfucker” he said to himself, upon not being able to find it or anything really to have to drink. So instead of asking, he just went into your bag when you were busy trying to scavenge more bodies, took yours and drank it dry without telling you, and you had at least three more hours on foot until you made it back to the settlement. So when you went to go get a drink of water, the horror and plain rage on your face when you felt that it was empty was immeasurable. “How in the fuck is this thing empty? I JUST filled it yesterday!” You said, turning to look at Cooper as you both walked and the look on his face was all you needed as an answer. “You drank all o’ my water? What ‘n the hell happened to your canteen?” You asked, your southern drawl becoming more evident the angrier you got. “Must’ve forgot it” he said, making you look at him like he just spoke a whole different language. “You forgot it?” you asked, wondering how in the hell the deadliest motherfucker in this wasteland was traveling with you and just forgot his water. “Oh you gotta be shittin’ me….You know what, I don’t even wanna know how you managed that. We’re almost back to the settlement, I’ll refill it when we get there” you said angrily, moving ahead of him a little to prove that he’d pulled the last straw on your patience.
When you made it back to your settlement and back to the place you called home, you organized all the supplies you’d gotten, (which wasn’t much) putting them where they all were supposed to go, refilling canteens of water, and changing into more comfortable clothes as night began to fall. It was around dinner time that Cooper finally noticed that he really managed to piss you off.
You’d hardly ever given Cooper the cold shoulder in the time you two had been together, he was married before so he wasn’t ignorant to what being given the cold shoulder meant, but Cooper Howard was a stubborn man, one set in his ways so when he feels there’s no need to do something, he will not do it. “You gonna sit here ‘n ignore me all night?” He asked, and all you did was cross your arms in response, making him shake his head. “I’ll take that as a yes, but we’ll see how long that lasts, ya always come around somehow” he said arrogantly, only adding fuel to the fire and he knew it, it’s just how he was. He was an asshole, he was when you met him and apparently that charm never fully left. He was partly right however which is what you didn’t want to give him credit for. Even when you were really mad at him, you always came around at some point. His mouth got him into a lot of trouble, but it also managed to get him out of it too, his charisma and smooth talking always landing with some kisses to open you back up or make up sex to help you forget. You never were the kind of girl to let good dick sway you out of being mad but it was attached to a man that cared about you in ways no one else ever did, so you supposed he was at least a good exception. “You’ll come ‘round when that ache sets in, when you realize your dainty lil’ fingers can’t do anything close to what mine do to you” he said by your ear as he stood up from the dining room table, working you up and trying to get you to sleep with him to forget about your anger, but just as he was stubborn, you were just as set in your ways too. Though he knew it was a tough decision for you, you’d both gone a whole two weeks out there in the wastelands collecting caps from bounties and scavenging for supplies without any time or a means to sneak away and be with one another, so you were both pent up and he knew it. It was half the reason for your attitude to begin with, although you supposed he likely knew that too.
You got up from the chair in the kitchen a few minutes after he moved to the bedroom, getting ready for bed. You stopped him as he’d just taken his boots off, finally ready to be on speaking terms again but they were your terms. “Here’s how this is gon’ work. You, are gonna lay on that bed, and let me fuck you like I hate you because right now, I am doing everythin’ in my power not to hate you, and you ain’t been makin’ that an easy feat” you said, your eyes looking straight into his as if you were staring right into his soul, if he still even had one. “Yeah? And what makes you think I’m just gonna let you get away with that, lil’ lady?” He asked in a condescending tone, making you chuckle. “Because I know damn well you’re as pent up as I am, so if you want any, and wanna get back into my good graces, this is how it’s gonna happen. And I will accept that as an apology for the shit you’ve done” you replied as you stepped closer, not caring that you had to look up at him when you spoke, the venom in your words was enough to prove the point you were trying to make. Your response making him huff a short, dry chuckle, impressed by how well you stood your ground, so he awaited your orders. “Now take your damn clothes off” you said, making him grin as he did as he was told, he could get used to you bossing him around like this. Your accent got a little thicker when you were mad, and the way you barked orders and told him what to do with a quip ready for whatever he had to say in response, he had to admit was a side of you he liked seeing more than he’d ever admit to. He shook his duster from his shoulders, then worked at his shirt as you pulled yours off and over your head, then moved to unclasp your bra and dispose of it on the floor, not caring where it went. Your eyes raked each other’s frame with almost visible tension as you stood a few feet apart from each other. Enough space to keep him from using his hands to get you to submit, but enough to also allow you to close the gap when you felt comfortable enough to. You both worked at undoing your pants, tossing them aside to be forgotten about until morning. “Get on the bed” you ordered, leaving the room to grab his rope from his saddlebag in the kitchen. When you returned, he noticed the item in your hands, giving you a wicked grin. “Gonna tie me up, sweetheart?” He asked in that condescending tone, making you chuckle as you tied his hands to the rungs of the bed frame nice and tight. Tight enough to keep him in place, not too tight to hurt too much, he was an asshole sure but he was still your asshole. “Sure am. Gonna need to earn the right back t’ touch me, and you ain’t earned it yet” you replied, straddling his lap as you ground your slick pussy against his cock. He gave a groan at the feel of you, watching as your hips moved against his to coat him in slick for when you’d line him up to your entrance. Key word there was when because you wanted to make this torturous. You moaned as you bucked your hips against him, his head bumping your clit as you used him for your own pleasure. “Think I could use you just like this. Mmm…make myself cum then leave you here achin’ for more” you threatened, running your hands along your figure and toying with your breast to tease him extra, hearing groans leave him each time your pussy would glide along his cock. “Now that ain’t very nice of you” he replied, making you grin. “Never said nothin’ ‘bout playin’ nice sugar. Still waitin’ for you to say you’re sorry” you responded, making him grunt as you continued to play with yourself and moan all sweetly. “I ain’t apologizin’, no need to” he said, making you click your tongue. “A shame, looks like you ain’t cummin’ tonight then” you said, continuing your movements as you got closer and closer to letting that knot snap inside you. He wanted- no he *needed* to feel your gummy walls wrapped around his cock, so the fact that you were using it in a way that couldn’t afford him that, was already working his nerves.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like what I’m givin’ you? Should be thankful I’m even touchin’ you with how mad you made me” you said, going a little quicker now with your movements so he tried focusing on that, focusing on the way your clit would bump that spot right under his tip over and over. So when you came from grinding against it rather than seating on it and *ruined*that chance of still getting to finish, he gave a disgruntled grunt.
“Aww what’s the matter? Did I stop somethin’?” You asked in a deeper, condescending tone that had his dick throbbing in need. He’d never seen this evil of a side of you before, but you had only just started. “Whatchya want Cooper? Go ‘head, tell me” you said, making him grunt. “Want you t’ shut up and ride me already” he said, making you chuckle before landing a harsh slap across his face, the sound of your hand meeting his cheek rang through the room. “You ain’t in the position to be givin’ orders sugar. I thought you had manners” you said as he turned and looked back at you, astonished one by the power behind that smack and two, by the tone you were getting with him. “I’ll ask you one more time, what’dya want me to do to you, hmm?” You asked, and knowing now what power you had behind just one of those smaller hands of yours, he relented. “Ride me, please” he grunted, making you smile and lay a soft kiss to his cheek to try and soothe where you slapped him. “See? Not so bad now is it? Now if ya just apologize, I’ll take some RadAway and let you cum” you said, and judging by the look on his face, you could say that wasn’t going to happen. “Fuck you” he spat, making you chuckle. “Oh I am gonna fuck you, don’t you worry” you said as you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down on him inch by torturous inch. You were having way too much fun with this, and he didn’t like that he couldn’t have his way for a change. His hips involuntarily bucked up to try and shove more of himself into your tight cunt, but you moved to where it wouldn’t happen, making him grip the bed frame where he was tied to. “Someone’s gettin’ antsy, best keep them hips steady if you want this to continue” you said, making him growl under his breath before giving a groan once you were fully seated on him. You gave a moan as his tip nudged the apex to your cervix, moving your hips back and forth to where you would get off, but not do much for him. He gave you an angry look that made you laugh. “What’s the matter honey? Ya asked me to ride you already, it’s what I’m doin’” you said, making him grit his teeth as he did his best to hold his bearings. “But I guess you were good and didn’t move after I warned you so I’ll throw a bone atchya” you said, moving up and down on him, earning a groan from him once more that mingled with the moans falling from your lips. “Fuck…” he breathed, making you chuckle and smirk in that bratty way that he wanted to fuck off your face already, but he couldn’t. Despite his expressions and reactions, he was enjoying this too much but he couldn’t let you know that.
“Mmm, Cooper…” you moaned sweetly as you bounced on his cock, his name sounded heavenly when it fell from your lips, he could hardly get enough of it. He watched as your tits bounced up and down with your movements, the way your thighs jiggled as you moved, god how he wanted to grip them so bad right now. To hold you down and buck up into you until your eyes were rolling back in your head and you were screaming, but this was your show to run. You picked up the pace a little bit, going faster and angling where his tip would brush against that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside. He felt the way your walls started to close around him, sucking him in each time you’d come down, and fluttering around him. You were close. You were so caught up in chasing that feeling that you almost missed what he said. “Fuck- ‘m sorry” he spoke softly, finally apologizing to you. “What was that? I don’t think I quite heard ya there” you said, making him grunt. He should have known that you would milk the shit out of this. “I said I was- fuck- sorry” he repeated, making you hum but it wasn’t enough, not yet. So you stopped. “Sorry for what?” You asked, and he didn’t seem very happy at the fact that you stopped moving all together when he was so close to cumming yet again. “Dammit, wadn’t sayin’ sorry enough? I fuckin’ apologized like you wanted” he snapped, making you slap him across his cheek once more, this one stinging a bit more because it landed in the exact same spot as the last one. Though the tingling sensation of pain never lasted very long, it was enough to make his dick throb while inside of you and he prayed you wouldn’t notice. “Lose the attitude before I hop off and take care of myself then leave you tied up here all night” you said, making him huff in response. “Fine” he replied gruffly through gritted teeth. “Good, now I wanna hear you say it. What are you sorry for?” You asked as you started your pace back up, making him groan again as your hips and ass slapped down against him harshly. “Sorry f’ bein’ an asshole” he grunted out. “And?” You asked, needing just a little bit more before you were satisfied. “And f’ makin’ you mad” he finished, and you were content with that. “Happy?” He asked, making you hum and pretend to contemplate if you were for a minute before finally answering. “Yeah, I’ll take that” you said, placing your hands on his chest as you bounced up and down on him once more, earning a relieved sigh from him. “Just like that sweetheart, fuck…” he groaned before you leaned down, pulling him into the first kiss you’ve shared in a day and a half. You moaned into it as you started to near your peak, finally able to chase it after all the time spent putting it off to deal with his attitude. “Gonna cum- Cooper…!” you moaned into the crook of his neck and that was his undoing. You hid your face into his neck as your walls squeezed him tight, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your legs shook as his hips bucked up into you, trying to work the both of you through your high as he pumped you full.
What he wasn’t expecting was you to keep moving, earning an almost pained groan from him as you ground yourself against him. “I never gave you permission to cum inside me” you stated, apparently he wasn’t out of the dog house just yet. He was plotting how he would get you back for this on another day, how he’d wreck you and make you remember just who it is you’re doing this to. You smirked as you had the wonderful idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Perk about it bein’ a minute? I can go all night” you teased as you set that steady pace once more, needing more, needing to feel him after being so long without. His hands gripped the bed posts, white knuckled as he hissed through his teeth from the overstimulation. “You are one evil woman, ya know that?” He asked playfully, making you chuckle. “Don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ love it” you replied, and he certainly couldn’t argue with you there, not when it felt this good. “You can give me one more, can’t you sweetie?” You asked in a sickly sweet tone, using the same line he’d always use on you anytime he’d overstimulate the hell out of you just to see the faces you make and hear your moans. He recognized that line, making him grunt and groan as you moved your hips. “Fuck…” was all he could get out, mind foggy of any thoughts, just how good your walls felt as they massaged his dick. Maybe he should piss you off more often. “Look at those pretty faces, you like this, don’t you?” you asked, making him damn near whimper at your tone and he never does that shit. You gave an evil laugh at the pathetic sound. “Oh you sweet thing, I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you” you said, leaning down and biting into his shoulder as you picked up the pace a little bit, earning a lewd groan from him. You laved your tongue over the spot, watching it heal instantly before sitting back up, fully seating yourself on him. You reached behind you to cup and fondle his balls, moving your hips back and forth to grind your clit against him to both work you to your end. “C’mon baby, give it to me. I can tell you’re almost there” you said, making him tilt his head back at all the feelings you were giving him, it was too much yet not enough all at once and it was torture. Your free hand came to his cheeks, pulling his head down to face you. “Eyes on me” you ordered, and his eyes looked into yours for a moment before flitting down to where your bodies were connected, giving a groan when he’d see himself disappear and reappear slightly and the way his cum was sticking to your thighs and his lower stomach. “Cooper…” you moaned softly once more, that was almost always your sign, the way you’d sigh his name so deliciously paired with your walls milking him for everything he could give you drove him mad. “Cum with me honey” you pleaded, and felt as his hips bucked up into you three or four times before you both were sent over the edge once more, a cacophony of moans slipping from both of you as he spilled inside of you and you came on his cock.
After laying there for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful after glow of your orgasms, you sat up, accidentally seating yourself fully on his dick again and he gave a pained groan. “Not again…” he whined, making you laugh as your hands came to the rope binding his wrists. “Relax, I’m just undoin’ ya. I’m mean, but not that mean” you said through giggles. “You okay though? I know I was really rough but I didn’t go too far…did I?” You asked skiddishly, a complete 180 of the attitude you had just moments ago and it made him laugh. “Wasn’t expectin’ it outta you sweetheart but I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t like it. I’m alright, you did good” he assured, making you relieved as you laid on top of him, littering his lips, cheeks, neck, shoulder, and chest with kisses as his hands rested on your back and hips. “I love you Coop. Even when ya piss me off, you’re still the only person in this god forsaken wasteland I could ever see myself with” you spoke, making him chuckle. “I love you too, sweetheart. ‘m sorry for makin’ you upset, wasn’t right. But I’d say you did a damn good job of puttin’ me in my place” he said, making you giggle. “No hard feelings?” You asked, looking at him with eyes that held so much worry for one person, eyes that held so much care. His hand came to the back of your head, pulling you into a loving kiss. “Never” he said into it, pressing his forehead against yours after you both parted for air. You gave a contented hum, happy for things to be all right again. “Remind me to piss you off more often, you got a good swing on ya” he said, breaking the peaceful silence with a grin, making you laugh. “Please don’t, I like moments like this so much more. I hate bein’ mad at you, love you too much” you replied, making him kiss the top of your head, wondering what he ever did to deserve someone like you.
“C’mon, let’s get ya cleaned up and get some RadAway in ya, don’t wanna ruin that perfect skin just yet” he said, making you giggle once more but it was cut off by a hiss as he moved you off from his softened dick, grabbing a wet rag and cleaning you both up as he got the IV started. He kissed your head once more, holding your hand like he always did as you got the needle in, got it all hooked up and a good flow going, coming back to sling his arm around you and hold you to him. Between the warmth of his body and the comfort of the bed, you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, a soft smile resting on your lips as you fell asleep peacefully against him. You always felt safe when you were with him, no matter where you were, and he’d always protect you no matter what. And that, is what love in post apocalypse looked like, he swore it.
#fallout smut#fallout#fallout x reader#cooper howard smut#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard#the ghoul smut#the ghoul x reader#the ghoul
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the true-est form of love must be sharing food -- you need food (and water) to live, to take that and give it to someone else is like saying 'i need you to live', its like taking part of your life and placing it in front of someone saying 'here, this is me' and letting them have it
that must be why when atsushi gets a pastry from the cafe underneath the agency's office, he eats half and gives the rest to ranpo
it must be why he snaps his cookies or popsicles or anything of the sort in half and hands the bigger part to kyouka
it must be why he takes the best parts of his dish when the ada is together and places them onto the corner of dazai's plate instead
or why he gives kenji all the parts from his bento box kenji commented on
or why he lets naomi take a bite of whatever he's eating
or why he places his food in the middle of the table when it's him and juni and they eat together as if their separate meals r just one big one
or why he brings extras from his snack runs to gingerly place on the president's desk before bolting
or why he packs a small extra bento box just in case kunikida stays behind again or overworks himself
or why he always happens to buy yosano's favorite snacks to share with her
or why when he meets runs into the black lizard he splits his food further to give gin some too
or why he brings any 'new' and interesting snack he finds for lucy to try too
or why he splits everything when he's with aku between them, why he sees him in the cold and rushes over to give him his cup of hot chocolate and wrap his scarf around him
it must be why he packs dazai's lunch or invites him for breakfast
why he hosts or proposes dinner or lunch together with the ada
why he spends all night trying to perfect kyouka and kunikida's favorite dishes
or why he spent so long baking a funny looking cake that probably didn't taste too good but ranpo liked anyway
or why he keeps junichiro's favorite energy drinks in stock even though kyouka and him dont drink them
or why he learns all the cute food designs naomi eyes
or why he keeps an extra portion of everything to give to kenji
or why he brings the president tea in the morning
or why akutagawa knows that when he cant bring himself to eat -- too worried about what will happen if he runs out -- he can go to atsushi for a cup of tea now and meal later if he's up to it
#atsushi nakajima#bungo stray dogs#dazai osamu#kunikida doppo#ranpo edogawa#kenji miyazawa#tanizaki junichirou#naomi tanizaki#yukichi fukuzawa#akutagawa ryuunosuke#kyouka izumi#shin soukoku#sskk#the ada#the armed detective agency#armed detective agency#bsd atsushi#bungou stray dogs atsushi#bungou stray dogs#bsd
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𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀: 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓕𝓸𝓸𝓭
This is a series featuring the Twisted Wonderland cast in different scenarios where they show the Reader their love through food! Starting with Savanaclaw ♡ Enjoy! ♡
𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻
☆ When you're sick ☆
⋆ You were fast asleep, having spent the past few days sick. You still felt horrible, spending most of your time coughing or sleeping. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt something shake you, a voice slowly sounding clearer as you begin to stir.
"Wake up. If I have to be awake then so do you."
Your eyes open slowly as you wake up, feeling groggy as Leona stops shaking you. He's sitting next to where you lay in bed, holding a bowl in one hand while the other rests on your shoulder. A smirk comes to his face as you look up at him, using his free hand to move some hair out of your face. He helps you sit up before handing you the bowl, cradling it to make sure you didn't drop it. Since you've been sick you haven't been able to eat much, either unable to keep it down or getting nauseous at the idea of food.
⋆ Your stomach growls as you look down at the soup he brought you, one of your favorites. As you sit there staring at it he nudges your shoulder, holding out a spoon for you to use.
"Eat. Even if it's just a bite."
You eat what you can, Leona taking the bowl from you once you were done. He comes back with a water bottle, holding it up to your mouth. After he made sure you had something to drink, he moved to lay next to you in bed, pulling you into his arms. You feel him bite your neck in affection before licking it, your eyes closed as you became drowsy.
"Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." ♡
𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲
☆ Sharing ☆
⋆ You were at the park, sitting in the grass next to Ruggie. A box of donuts sat in front of you, more closer to him than yourself. A nearby bakery was having a sale that day, you and Ruggie deciding to split the cost and get a box of donuts to share. Since the weather was nice, you chose to enjoy them at the park, finding a secluded place to sit.
Each donut he took out of the box he broke in half, giving you one half while enjoying the other. You were surprised by this, expecting to just eat the ones you bought while leaving the rest for him.
⋆ He noticed your surprise, laughing as he broke another one in half. As he handed you your piece you asked him why he was splitting them this way, his answer making your face heat up.
"Well...it tastes better when I share it with you. Any food, really. That doesn't mean you should expect this all the time! I still gotta eat, ya know?"
He laughs, a grin coming to his face before he pauses, staring at your mouth. There were some crumbs on your lips, a little bit of frosting too. Before you realize it, he's already leaning in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Wouldn't want any to go to waste, shyeheehee!" ♡
𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵
☆ Unexpected surprise ☆
⋆ You felt exhausted, both mentally and physically, looking towards the clock. Your day had been horrible, with nothing seeming to go right. Your work was understaffed, with customers acting rude and angrier than usual. You just wanted to go home and crawl into bed, glaring at the clock as if it would make time go faster.
As you were ringing someone up you noticed a familiar face enter, greeting him with a smile as he made his way to the counter. He waited until you were free before he approached you, handing you a bag. You looked at him confused for a moment, Jack simply saying he got you something. You opened the bag to find your favorite dessert, purchased from a bakery you like.
"I was in the area. You sounded pretty upset earlier, so I thought this might help."
⋆ You were touched by the gesture, a smile coming to your face as you thanked him. You knew he must have gone out of his way to get it, the bakery you liked being located on the other side of town. You leaned across the counter, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. The tips of his ears turned red as he looked to the side, his tail wagging behind him.
"I'll be back to walk you home when your shift ends. If you need me to come sooner, just call." ♡
I hope you enjoyed! ♡ Which dorm should I do next? ♡
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡
#♡.sheep writes#♡.twst#♡.leona kingscholar#♡.ruggie bucchi#♡.jack howl#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#leona kingsholar x reader#ruggie bucci x reader#jack howl x reader#leona x reader#ruggie x reader#jack x reader#savanaclaw
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comfort of a bed ✴︎⠀ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) non-idol au established relationship fluff 0.3k + cw. not proof-read skinship | library
thinking about heeseung, who loves the comfort a soft bed, warm covers and the relaxation that comes with the turning off of the lights. he loves sleeping at the depths of night and waking up in the late afternoon. all the above were enjoyable before, but now that he had a taste of doing all of this with your body pressed against his, he can’t let go.
would get whiny and pouty when you get up before he does, although most of the time it’s caused by your unbearable need of water in the middle of the night, would get awoken by the slightest movement of yours. “why do you hate me?” i can imagine him saying; hand holding your wrist firmly, voice cranky and still filled with sleep, messy hair all over his barely opened eyes. “no.. baby, come back..” he would tell you, desperately trying to pull you back in bed, despite you assuring him that you are just a bit thirsty.
your first mistake would be thinking that he would give up if you tell him that he can get out of the bed he cherishes so much, to come with you. he obviously would take your words to heart, walking close behind you to the kitchen: one hand in yours and the other rubbing his eyes — would stumble over his own feet at some point, as you would be his only compass in the complete dark. would hum in agreement when you propose him some water then would stop drinking immediately when he ears you snorting at the ridiculousness of the situation.
he would be the one to lead you back to your shared bedroom, a sudden wave of enthusiasm watched over him by the thought of sleeping in your arms only. a idiotic smile would grow on his face while he gets under the covers, matching well with the cartoon-like sigh that would leave his mouth when he would rest his head on your chest — trust me, he won’t wake up until two in the afternoon the next day.
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Hi! I hope you're doing well :)
Could I was wondering if you could write a gn!reader who is sick and refused to take their meds. So PM Dazai and Fyodor who are already fed up and annoyed with the whining about feeling sick, take the pills and water into their own mouth and kiss the reader to make them take their pills. And afterwards saying something to make the reader swallow.
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•BSD men with a stubborn sick s/o
•Characters: Fyodor, Dazai, + Chuuya
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Everything felt dizzy... as you lay down the couch while you wait for Fyodor to come back. You don't know when you felt so heavy, as you heard the door unlocked and saw Fyodor.
"Welcome, baaack.." You said while he saw you completely looked sick.
Fyodor's expression falls the moment he notices the state you're in. He approaches you, careful not to disturb you too much. He looks worried. "My, my dear, you don't look well." His voice contains a slight note of concern. This is... not something Fyodor is accustomed to. "Are you alright?"
"I dunnnoo.." You said as Fyodor kneels next to you. His hands rest on your forehead to check on your temperature.
"Oh, dear. You must've caught a cold." He then looked at you sighing... he was worried about how you got cold.
"I shall return with the necessary items in merely a second." Fyodor walks off and comes back carrying medications, drink. He sits next to you on the couch and gently places you in his lap. "Now, now... I know this tastes not to your liking, but you must drink it. It'll alleviate your symptoms to a certain extent."
You kept your mouth closed, refusing to drink the medicine.. you hate the way you have to drink some bitter medicine. As you looked away and not daring to even look at what Fyodor was holding.
"Im not gonna drink that.." You said being stubborn after seeing the medicine colour just makes you feel sick.
"Be a dear and make it easier for both of us. I don't want to resort to more drastic methods. Drink it." His tone has grown colder again, a note of annoyance evident.
There were still no signs that you're going to take of you taking the medicine.
"I don't waaaant to..." You said... Fyodor sighs.. and have enough with your protest.. but he can't help to adore your vulnerable state and being stubborn. He loves the view he's viewing right now, but he has no choice but to do it.
As you feel Fyodor's hand on the back of your head, and he tilts you upward. He kisses you on the lips, sliding the cold liquid into your mouth. His tongue forces the medicine down, and just like that, he holds your mouth closed until he's sure you have swallowed everything.
You can taste the bitter aftertaste running down your throat as Fyodor pulls away. You were speechless as he still looked at you with a serious expression of him as you were so stubborn.
A blush spread on your cheek as you kept quiet on what just happened... as he smiled mischievously.
"Now.. close your eyes and rest.. you don't want me to make me use other methods for you to obey, right?" He then kissed your forehead and made sure you're comfortable. It's pretty rare to see this side of Fyodor.. as your eyelids slowly get heavy and make you fall asleep.
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"Belllaa~" Dazai won't stop cudding with you as how much you've been saying you're sick and still snuggle up to you.
"We can't cuddle right know..." You said.. slowly nudging him as you felt bad.. you wanna cuddle with him too but you don't want him to get sick.
Dazai continues leaning forward until only their noses are touching, he whispers in a voice that is barely audible. ".. How about we just spend time together until you get better..?"
Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, his thumb occasionally gently rubbing against your skin. Dazai leans back as he continues speaking
Dazai keeps smiling and continues whispering, "... Because there'll be no shortage of opportunities to do more than just caring for you."
Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek as he leans closer once again and speaks with a soft and comforting voice. "You're mine after all.." He said, smiling at you.
You felt more dizzy as you can't really much tell what's Dazai was saying he noticed that you were starting to feel dizzy. His hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, but he leans back. His voice becomes softer, and he grabs some medicine.
He tried to be as convincing as possible as he spoke. He knows you're going to be stubborn when you have to drink medicine.
"Come on, just drink it up. It won't taste very nice, but it'll get your cold control faster so you feel better...then we cuddle you know..?"
He said as he looks at you pleading.. You didn't fall for it as you kept refusing.
"No.. im not going to drink that..!" You said and avoiding his gaze.
Dazai chuckles softly as he speaks, his tone becoming more seductive and comforting as he was slightly annoyed.. how can he cuddle you if you kept going like this..? he then leans closer towards you
"... You're really too stubborn at times, you know that? Fine.. let's do this on easy way.."
Dazai's hand firmly held your chin as it forces your jaw open just wide enough so he can pour the medicine into your mouth. Dazai keeps a firm grip of your chin the entire time so you can't spit it out.
Dazai chuckles as he feels your tongue trying to push the medicine back out of your mouth. Dazai then seals your lips with his, forcefully preventing you from pushing the medicine back out. Dazai's other hand holds you in the tight grip as he forces you to swallow the medicine.
You were surprised as you tried to push him away refusing to swallow it Dazai doesn't give you any breathing space to refuse the medicine as he keeps holding your mouth sealed shut with his. His hand keeps on firmly gripping your chin as you try to move your head away from his. He keeps trying to make you swallow the medicine.
Dazai eventually manages to make you swallow the medicine in its entirety because of how hard he pressed his lips against yours. The medicine is gradually flowing down your throat and into your stomach.
Dazai pulls away smirking as he gave you a kiss again as you clearly start to struggle to breath and a blush spread across your face. Dazai kept repeating the same loop and immediately throw a pillow at him to stopped Dazai.
"Im not done kissing you yet..!" He said.. with the look of lust on his eyes as he took a note of you blushing a smirk can be seen on his face. "Oh..?~ You liked it after all.." He said teasingly.
He then snuggled up to you feeling relief you've taken your medicine.. "Now we can cuddle now..~" You still felt flustered and felt so defeated by his kiss.. Maybe next time you'll drink your medicine with your own will.
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Chuuya came home tired.. seeing your state making him so annoyed.. he just wanted to cuddle with and sleep already and now.. he's not able to.
As he takes note of your fever. Despite that, he still wants to comfort you for a bit, even if he is going to end up getting sick.
“I know… but I can’t let you lie here alone like this.”
He sighs as he pulls you into a hug, knowing very well that there’s likely a chance he might fall ill, too. But he is willing to risk it if you could be made more comfortable, even if it’s just for a bit.
"Chuuya don't be stubborn..." He then let of you pouting as he spoke.. “Damnit, Doll… you made sure to take your medicine right?”
You then looked away, avoiding his gaze.. "Well.. uhm.." Chuuya’s eyes narrow as he raises an eyebrow when you mention you haven’t taken your meds yet. “You didn’t take your medicine..” He looks at you with a disappointed look as he sets you out of his arms and sits up in bed. “Why didn’t you take your medicine..?”
"It taste bad and im going to be fine..!" You said protesting.
“So? You still have to take them…” He grumbles as he stands up and walks to the bathroom, grabbing some medicine and a glass of water from the drawer under the sink. He walks back to you and places the water and medicine on your lips. “Just open wide…”
You covered youself with blanket and moving away from him. "I don't waaannnaaa"
Chuuya scowled at how stubborn you’re being, but he’s already made up his mind and knows he won’t stop until you take them. “I know you don’t want to, but you need to.” He tells you sternly as he holds the tablet to your mouth and waits for you to swallow. “Come on, Doll. You know I’m not kidding around.”
As much as Chuuya had felt a bit exasperated with you, he still couldn’t help but to find you adorable. Your stubbornness was always one of things he adored about you. Even when you pouted and hid away your mouth.
But once he placed the pill on your tongue, he didn’t hesitate on kissing you to get you to swallow it.
Chuuya continued to apply soft kisses on your mouth as he waited for you to swallow the medicine. Once he heard you've finally swallow it, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. "Alright... you took it?" He murmured as he looked at you for an answer.
You cough a little and felt embarrassed as you hid yourself with a pillow. “That wasn’t so bad, Doll, you’re fine.” He told you as he gently removed the pillow from your face. He also brought a hand up to brush back your hair, as if it was a natural reflex to do so.
“Just relax, there’s no use in being so embarrassed…” He rubbed the back of your head gently and kissed your forehead to comfort you. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed you before anyways. You don’t need to turn all red for me…” He teases and smugly about.
Well he's right.. but it was unexpected... as you lay your head to his chest and wrapped his arms around you to make you sleep comfortably.
"Rest well, Doll.." He then kissed your cheeks adoring you. The medicine wasn't taste so bad when Chuuya makes you drink it.. you wondered why...
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How to get out of your comfort zone?
Dm me for the paid reiki healing session and tarot card reading.
Pile 1 - king of wands and 5 of wands.
Getting out of your comfort zone could be a little hard to get out of your mind. Clarify your feelings and do not brag or tell others about what you're gonna do. It helps happen all of a sudden when you will start accepting challenges and you will also witness others respecting you. I also feel that there is someone who is giving you genuine and tough competition a masculine figure. This will be helping you in getting out of the self doubt phase. Eating healthy is also a message. Also go for your goals this pile is like sacrifice yourself if you wanna make something big.
You guys need to leave your old habits then you will be automatically out of your comfort zone and in your natural energy.
Be receptive towards abundance ❤❤
Pile 2 - king of pentacle and page of cups
Start enjoying and indulging into your passion. Your comfort zone is more around getting a long with people and making conversations. I feel you are very shy and you might feel very lost and could pick up on hair, bite your nails and some might tap their foot. I see your strength is self awareness and beauty. You might like keeping things private like information to yourself which is good. Firstly work on your walk, get grounded. I see people who you close to also feel safe in your company. Just know people only see how much you allow them too. Be in the energy of focusing on what interest you and don't be too hard on yourself. Picture yourself as confident person or narrate that in your mind. Wear clothes and hairstyle that resonates with you and elevate your look. You guys are lazy as well but we'll behaved. People find you really cute and lost in their own world. So start only getting out of it when you want don't unnecessarily push or force yourself to interact. Stay busy and try to understand yourself.
You might be seeing 555 and drinking more water.
Pile 3 - page of pentacle and queen of cups.
You need to be more creative. Your self mental abuse or criticism is not good. I feel that you use your head energy. Don't keep everything bubble up and suppressed inside. I feel like there is a volcano in you. Maybe use water manifestation and instead of constantly hurting yourself decide and focus on what you want or good at. You guys need to self priorities and that's healing for you. Take some time out of work for your self love - that can be art, by exercising I also got a vision of a bicycle. Give yourself credits is another message. I see your talent is needed out there in the world. Your comfort zone is like not being able to move on and being very comfortable lazy and on the couch. I see the third eye as well. Love yourself the spirit is screaming. Embrace your sensuality too. Your lack of vision or blurry vision is making you fight more it's coming from laziness. So organise yourself first too. Start by expressing yourself in the way you dress up or how you show up in your life. Visualize it and do visualising meditation. Then you can show your talent to the world. Give voice to your talents and don't let somebody else take credit of your work. Hear your intuition ❤🧿🤍🌷
Disclaimer - it's a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest.
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hello, could I request a model! Dan Heng x fashion designer! Reader? Here’s some keywords if they might help, tiredness, praise, warmth, try-on. The timestamp is 17:57, thank you so much!
as always i had too much fun with this... i love the idea of model dan heng but i still made him an awkward wet rag in this one (because i love him) THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!!
my 1k event!
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You greet Dan Heng with your usual warm smile and a “hey, love” that never fails to fluster him. He’s heard it from you a handful of times now, visiting your studio a few times a week at your request for fittings and some brainstorming sessions. He thinks that the frequency and timing of his visits is definitely unnecessary from a professional standpoint, but he’s not planning on bringing that up any time soon. Not when your hands are so kind, light on his shoulders as you guide him through your studio.
“I started on the pieces that I showed you the sketches for, um, last week, was it? I’m kind of losing track of time.” Dan Heng wouldn’t tell you out loud, but he can tell. There’s a huge table in the center of the room, and he can barely see its surface beneath all the cut fabric and tracing paper and tangled thread from your serger. For someone working under deadline after deadline, you’re handling yourself better than he would, but he still can’t help the heat of concern flickering in the crease of his brow.
This is your debut show, he knows as much. So he won’t meddle with your workflow. Only hope that you can somehow pick up the signals that he’s sending you to please sit down and maybe drink water?
“I need you to try them on,” you tell him, a gentle command as you hand him a hanger draped in silky fabrics and delicate laces. “There’s pants and a lace shirt. I’ll turn around while you change, but you need to be wearing pretty much nothing underneath these, if that’s okay. And then I’ll hem your pants—let me get you some shoes…” you’re trailing off, passing the clothes to him before turning around in a rush to find him a pair of heeled boots.
The fabric is— it’s nice. The pants are some kind of silky, lustrous material, dark blue and cool on his skin, and the shirt is embarrassingly sheer but you’ve seen him in and out of clothes in the last month often enough that he can’t really be too sheepish about it now. What does make him flush, however, is the look on your face as you turn around to stare at him, black heeled shoes forgotten in your hands as your eyes flit across Dan Heng’s form.
He can hear the soft breaths that you take, no more labored than usual, but it feels so intimate and so quiet that his palms grow damp. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he waits for you to— say something, anything, tell him to take it off and go home or maybe stay, instead. The back of his neck feels itchy and he’s pretty sure you haven’t blinked yet.
“The, um. It looks…” you’re trailing off, again, but you’re also walking towards him until you’re so close he can hear your breathing even more distinctly than before, along with the rustling of your own clothes as you lift up a hand to play with the ornamented collar of his shirt. “The color is nice on you. It’s different from the other pieces I’ve made you try, right?”
Dan Heng only has enough strength to nod in response, the rest of his energy taken away by the feeling of your finger tips on the soft, pliant skin beneath his jaw. He’s sweating— so much, it must be gross, but he can see you chewing the inside of your cheek as you drag your fingers to the seam on the shoulder.
“I was thinking a sash around the waist, but I don’t think it suits this outfit. Maybe I can add something like that to the pieces from last week, though.” And you’re back to your usual self, much to his dismay. Your rambling is endearing and tender, but your previously weighted gaze has now lightened, focused on the waist of his pants and the hand-sewn hook-and-bar closure, and Dan Heng misses having it trained on him. You’ve never been this close, this warm, this focused on him in particular, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the urge to take your hands between his own.
“Dan Heng,” you say his name, breaking him out of his anxious reverie with a quiet call. “You have a lot on your plate for this show. You have three outfit changes, which can be a lot, but I know you’re capable. Do you know you’re capable?”
He wants to say this is silly, that you’re the last person who should be telling anybody else that they have a lot on their plate, considering that you’re sewing more than a dozen garments all on your own, with no assistants besides your in-and-out mentors who rarely find time to help. He says none of that, though, because your gaze is trained on his again and he’s busy hoping you don’t notice all the little involuntary twitches in his face.
“Yeah, I’m— I know.”
You smile, again, something saccharine and addictive and he wants to chase it, over and over and over. “Good. You’re my favorite model, you know. It’s important that you’re ready.”
Dan Heng could say a million things. He could say this is unprofessional, or joke and say that he’s currently one of your only models, or tell you that he’s always ready as long as he’s wearing something put together by you and your hands alone. Instead, he nods like a fool, stumbling over a weak “okay” and trying to ignore the way his stomach twists when you laugh a little.
“I’ll be doing your makeup for the show, too. I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to do something specific for you,” and it’s hit after hit with you, and his throat squeezes again because you’re still smiling and talking all about him like he’s your prized gift, and he really really doesn’t hate it. “You trust me with an eyeliner pen, right?”
His mouth is dry, but he forces himself to joke back before you kick him out for being so awkward. “I trust you with a needle more than I trust you with a makeup brush.” And you laugh, and his stomach still hurts but the tightness of his mouth loosens up into a diffident smile. It’s just a joke, really, because he wouldn’t mind you handling a brush against his face, or the gentle press of your fingers on his cheeks and on top of his eyelids, or the awestruck look you give him every time he tries something on, or the weight of your hands on his shoulders when you drag him around your studio.
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(In contrast to what Signora anon said)
Now imagine Arlecchino jealous and worried for the Empress. She cannot bear the thought of fighting even the Tsaritsa to win your heart, nu uh, she won't have that
If it's just some paper business you'll be found inside Arle's office in her lap buried in her coat (imagine that you're enough small compared to her so shell rest her head on top of yours🥺). You don't even have to worry about leaving your warm spot neither for a second: want some water? There's already a bottle with two glasses on the table. Hungry? She got yourself your favorite snack previously prepared (what a caring husband right? 🥰)
If she has to go out however she will leave you her coat and when she comes back she expect to see you in it (otherwise you'll be getting a grumpy pookie bear so I warmly suggest you to keep it on👀)
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Awwww we made the Pookie Wookie Bear jealous 🥺
Arlecchino comes back from her duties and is like “where’s my Empress?” Only for Signora to open up her coat and reveal the Empress all snug and warm while cuddled up to the fair lady. Oh, you bet Arle is going to be upset. She won’t really show it, but she gently tugs you away from her coworker and stuffs you in her coat instead, shuffling away with her Empress like she was a toy being fought over.
After that, Arlecchino does everything in her power to be the best husband she can be during your stay. She’s always keeping you in her lap or snuggled up against her, feeding you your favorite foods and drinks while she works to ensure you don’t get bored. Heck, whenever the other female Harbingers or god, even the Tsaritsa ask to coddle you for themselves, Arlecchino just shuffles away with you in her grasp, pretending she didn’t hear them 😭😭
Poor Pookie Wookie Bear. She thought traveling to Snezhnaya without the other courtesans would get her some alone time with her love, but unfortunately for her, it seems her coworkers have taken a liking to you too :(
Gib her kiss. She is trying to be a good hubby.
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Idk why this is so funny to me, but how would the Batfam react to Tim Drake making a contract with a demon Male reader?
Like a part of the demon contract deals, is neither party demon nor the human can say what the contract is. So the batfam has no context what, so why is the demon there and follows around Tim.
Batman ofc dragged a favour out of Constantine, and John explains that many contracts have one rule that the contract can be told to others, of what it is. But he can give them info of the demon, which Male Reader is a demon that rules over psychology and secrets.
So when Tim is doing another "all-nighter" (it's going on 29 hours of being a wake), the batfam notices the demon getting agitated watching Tim and speaks 'Do you remember the rules of our contract?' , Tim sighing in stubbornness says 'Yes, but I'm almost done with this breakthrough'.
After one more hour, Demon Reader gets up and taps Tim's shoulder and possesses him. Immediately saving his work, and begins doing all of the self-care tasks Tim's been putting off. Like dumping out his coffee, and drinking water, taking a shower, eating a balanced meal and doing his laundry. While Tim's mind is asleep in his subconscious.
Ooooo I kinda like this idea ok soooo I think that-
At first glance everyone is definitely thrown off by your presence. Why in the world would Tim do something like this out of nowhere? Damian is just intrigued and curious, mostly asking you questions that you promptly ignore. Dick, and Jason are immediately concerned, throwing out question after question about why Tim would do this but he never tells them. So the first thing they do is run to Bruce who just goes to John to see if he has any information on the type of demon you are. John does his little investigation on you and immediately recognizes you as a type of psychological demon, so he tells them not to worry about it too much.
That doesn't stop them from being warry about you as you follow Tim around. They'd try to make idle chatter here and there but you'd always respond quickly, being too focused on Tim to really care about anyone else. It made it hard to build trust with you so they were never 100% sure you wouldn't cause any harm to Tim. Until one day at least.
Of course there came a time where Tim refused to sleep as he worked on his latest breakthrough. The others had tried to get him to away from his lab and into a bed or at the very least the kitchen to eat a meal but it was no use, until you that is. Around the 29th hour of Tim's all-nighter the others had heard some commotion from his lab. Going to check it out they found you nagging him to take a break and rest while reminding him about the rules of your covert contract. When he'd ignored you one last time you took matters into your own hands, possessing Tim and forcing him to get up and take care of himself. The others were definitely freaked out until they noticed you simply cleaning up his desk before moving to the bathroom where you made sure his teeth were brushed and his face was washed. You'd made him take a shower, eat, hydrate, and all in all just did menial tasks for him, making sure he was taken care of. It boggled everyone's minds somewhat but it sort of confirmed Johns suspicions that you wouldn't be a threat to anyone, let alone Tim.
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Hi there, love your work!
Can I ask for something with Chilchuck x reader where the reader decided to share their secret good wine stash with Chilchuck and they somehow end up sloppily making out?
chilchuck x reader
summary: sharing your favorite spot with your favorite person
wc: 872
content warning: fluff, making out drunk (consent is important!!)
author's note: hi anon, i have been meaning to get to this request for a loooong time, but my francis content blew up by then!! idk what's going on in this one, but the fluff was entirely self-indulgent omg. anyway, thank u sm for the great request, i hope you enjoy this one :) not proof read!!
"it's just through here," you whispered, squeezing chilchuck's hand lightly.
you pulled him through the narrow hallway, taking an abrupt left to reveal your hidden treasure. it was your most prized possession, hidden from the rest of the party for many years.
chilchuck's eyes widened when you had dragged him through the curtain, sliding it shut. "this is..."
"amazing?" you finished his sentence, letting go of his hand to pluck a good bottle of wine from your stash.
"how long have you had all of...this?" he trailed off, looking around in awe. the accumulation of alcohol in such a tiny space would've set the entire dungeon floor on fire.
you chuckled at the awe on his face, sauntering over to his. "you'll catch flies, chi," you tapped his jaw close, ushering over to the little chairs you had set up. "just a few years..."
"we're resting tomorrow so we can drink 'till we vomit," you slid into your chair across from him, popping the cork off the bottle. "then do it all over again!" you cheered, generously pouring into his glass.
when you slid his glass over, you poured yours the same amount, just a smidge more. "cheers," you tipped your glass, his clinking against yours.
"this is some good fucking wine," he swirled his cup after taking a swig, slouching back in his chair.
this wine had been kept here for years, aged for better taste. you had refrained from binge-drinking every bottle and let them further ferment in your hidden storage room.
"you're getting red, angel," chilchuck chuckled, inspected how droopy your eyes got, every blink getting heavier.
unfortunately for you, you were a lightweight.
"no, 'm fine, chi," you shook your head, brows furrowed and nose scrunched, unable to control the contortions of your facial features. "just a little dizzy," you sighed, taking another sip.
although he wanted to indulge you, the dad in him wouldn't allow you to take another sip. "that's enough for you," he smiled, pulling your glass closer to him.
you frowned, trying to grasp at straws. "hey! that's mine," you scoffed, throwing yourself on your own two feet, though wobbly. you threw your arms around, flailing like a fish fresh out of water.
"uh-huh..." he mindless nodded, placing your glass on a nearby end-table. you stumbled over to him, finding yourself placed between his thighs.
your arms were limp beside you, looking down at chilchuck. his hands softly held your waist, looking right back up at you.
"you're pretty," he smiled, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek.
his thumb gently brushed against your rosy cheeks, slowly guiding you down to his lips. when his lips pressed against yours, you made a little noise. he pulled away thinking he hurt you, but you just latched yourself back onto his lips, hand holding the side of his jaw.
the warmth of your body coursed through your fingertips, the heat tingling against his skin. it was entirely silent. even when you climbed onto his lap, hands grabbing his face to press his lips against yours, bodies moving against each other.
you two were so entirely smitten with each other.
and when you pulled away, he'd look at you with that look in his eyes. it was so stupid, it made you feel like a little school girl. "makin' me blush, chi," you mumbled, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"you were already blushing before," he smirked, pinching your cheek softly, making you wince.
you sighed, looking him more deeply in the eye. you didn't know if it was the alcohol talking, but you wanted to consume him whole if you could. kissing him for hours sounded like a good plan.
you leaned in, not close enough to kiss, but close enough. you looked down at his lips, flicking back to look up at his eyes, but ultimately sticking to admire the plushness of his lips.
"you gonna kiss me?" he whispered. you gulped, licking your suddenly dry lips.
"mhm..." you leaned in, kissing him again.
you felt yourself burning from his touch, your toes tingling, your heart beating, and your lips chasing after his every time you parted. you two kissed like two horny teens making out for the first time, rutting against each other like you weren't allowed to have sex.
neither of your hands slipped beyond your clothes, fingers just fidgeting with the fabric. "someone's needier than usual," chilchuck mumbled, fluttering his eyes open to look at what you looked like.
your lips were puffy, covered in his spit. you huffed against him, foreheads touching. "missed our alone time," you smiled, pressing a kiss against his temple.
his hand lowered to your back, supporting your tired figure. the alcohol was getting to you, sleepiness overtaking you.
"me too, angel," he agreed, throwing your face into the crook of his neck. he let you rest there, rubbing his hand on your back.
he heard your little snores, laughing under his breath. you were a quick, heavy sleeper, there was no way he would be able to wake you up once you were out.
"night, angel," he kissed the crown of your head, leaning his head against yours with a big, relieved sigh.
#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#chilchuck dunmeshi#chilchuck dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#x reader#ncrescent asks
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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, daniel, dante, garroth, gene, jeffory, laurance, travis, vylad, zane, zenix, dottie, katelyn, kim, lucinda, nana, nicole, sasha, teony
𝐂𝐖: none besides alcohol use
𝐀/𝐍: here's something quick and random while i work on other stuff
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄
they already had that deep affection and passion for their friends and loved ones, so when you put alcohol into the mix they become a huge sap. they’ll be clinging to you tightly, declaring their loyalty and devotion with a cheery smile. let’s hope you’re okay with physical touch because they’ll either be hugging you, brushing your hair, holding your hand, or resting their head on your shoulder all night. they’re one of the best drunks to be with because they’re perfectly happy but also not obnoxious or reckless.
garroth, nana, daniel, jeffory, nicole, teony
𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃
they are the friend you have to keep on a tight leash when they’re drunk. whether they’re clumsily stumbling, challenging someone to wrestle, or “showing you how fast they can run down the street”, you won’t have a dull time with them. while it can be a bit stressful to watch over them and make sure they’re not getting themselves killed, some of your funniest drinking memories are with them.
blaze, dottie, katelyn, nicole, zenix
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄
alcohol always brings out the things people try to hide about themselves, and they’re not immune to this. they always portray themselves to be strong (in their own different ways), so when that barrier comes down they can reveal that sensitive layer that they have buried underneath. whether they’re emotional in a happy or sad way, they end up feeling embarrassed about it, so they may take a second to bury their faces in your shoulder or the table to gather themselves. if you just give them a hug and they’ll get over it pretty quickly… or not.
garroth, nana, katelyn, kim
𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏
if you want to have fun when you drink with them it’s a hit or miss. they’re either having a blast or passed out, no in between. one second they’re sipping on their drink, and the next time you look over they’re face down against the table, light snores coming from their mouth. you have to force them to get another drink in for them to get energetic, but it’s just so hard to fight against their sleepy eyelids.
daniel, kim, zane
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘
if you give them a drink they get a serious case of the giggles. somehow they crack even funnier and creative jokes when they’re drunk… or maybe it’s just funny because they’re slurring their words and sound stupid. they will be doubling over in laughter at every small stupid thing, whether someone tripped or someone said a dumb joke. either way, you’ll be waking up wondering how your sides and ribs are sore, but it’s just because you couldn’t stop laughing with them all night.
blaze, dante, laurance, travis, jeffory, teony
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊?
they hold their alcohol like a champ. yeah, they’re feeling loose and having fun, but they don’t really act too differently than when they’re sober. they’re so chill and laid back that you’re starting to question if they’ve just been drinking water this whole time. they could be blackout drunk and still act like they hadn’t drunk anything at all that night. truly impressive.
gene, lucinda, sasha, vylad
©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.
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Stone x M!Reader that's like his polar opposite?
love the previous stone one shot!!!
Yeah 100%! Also I'm doing this as a oneshot cause I lowkey feel like it, but if you want headcannons just let me know!
Is this Left or Right?
Stone x Opposite M! Reader
Pronouns: Second person, implied male
Word count: 312
Tw: Alcohol, Stone being...Stone.
You look Stone directly in the eyes, panting slightly. You had just finished going on your 3rd rant or the day about some random book series you found on the street. Yes half the pages were ripped and covered in mud and essentially illegible, but that didn't stop you whatsoever from getting obsessed.
"I'm too sober for this shit..." he says before essentially chugging down half a bottle of alcohol with the vigor of a parched man drinking water for the first time. "So...his dad's a god?" He asks after he sets the bottle down. "Yes! But not only a god, one of the big three!" You say excitedly.
After about 3 hours of attempting to explain the lore of the singular book series you found to Stone, you eventually give up on him understanding how amazing this book is. You become noticeably deflated afterwards, and decide to just sit down next to him and keep reading the book. Stone looks over at you and frowns, more than usual.
"So uh...who's the best character?" He asks, and you can tell he obviously doesn't know much about what he's talking about, but it's the effort that counts. "Oh! So there's this character named Nico! He's the son of Hades who is also part of the big three and he's like super emo..." And you continue speaking. Now many weren't there to corroborate this, but some (you) say that there was a small grin on Stone's face.
After about 30 more minutes, you've quieted down, and resorted to resting your head on Stone's shoulder as he smokes. Usually you hate the smell, but Stone seems happy. Unusually happy. "So why is he the best character?" He asks in between puffs of smoke. "Well because he reminds me of you!" You chirp happily.
...Stone then proceeded to shove you off him. (But at least he was blushing first.)
Yes I incorporated Percy jackson into this, if Aladdin can exist in this world, so can PJO.
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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.12, The Epilogue)
I promise this is the last chapter of this story, but not the last story about Buggy and Catherine :) I can finally close all the tabs and audiobooks about Egyptian gods! Hah!
English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.
Description: Our heroes came back home!
Warnings: Fun, fluff, inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:).
Words: 2853
Taglist: @gingernut1314 (thank you for your idea!), @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)
The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
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Buggy walked out of the bedroom into the living room, swaying and holding his head. No one was in the room, but he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Shuffling his feet, he went to the sound and carefully opened the door. He leaned against the doorway, crossed his arms and watched Catherine rummage through the kitchen cabinets, humming, and danced slightly, glancing occasionally at the frying pan. He can't stop smiling while listening to one of the variations of his favorite song.
“Milk, some eggs, a little flour,
Making breakfast for my clown.
Pancake one, pancake two, I'm cooking them for you.
Pancake three, pancake four, with every day I love you more.”
“Fuck! Gotta admit, koalas look pretty damn good on your legs, cotton candy!” He plopped down on a chair. “Morning!”
“Shit! You freaked me out!” Catherine carefully flipped a pancake with a spatula and smiled broadly. “Morning, my blue-haired love!” She immediately poured him a glass of water and pulled out a painkiller. “Here you go, after your binge in the bar last night, you need it more than me. How’s your head?”
“If you lower your voice a tone and a half, it will be better.” He rested his head on the table. “You stole my t-shirt again.”
“I like wearing your t-shirts, deal with it, clown.” Catherine ran up to Buggy, put the glass on the table and kissed him on the head. “Here, this is some extra medicine for you.”
“No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait! Did not work. I need more help.” Buggy raised his head and extended his hand to her back.
“Liar!” Smack. “Stop grabbing my ass, jerk!” She slapped his hands. “Drink you water.”
“Fine!” He exhaled sadly and took a sip. “Fuck! That’s what I need. You're my best!”
“You told me this yesterday when I dragged you home.” Catherine kissed his temple and went to pour him coffee. “You almost tore the bar apart last night. I'm surprised we weren't thrown out when you and Cabaji were completely drunk.”
“Oh, I’ll find out if he left with that pretty waitress yesterday.” He took another sip of water.
“He almost went home with you, Buggy! I understand he's your friend and I like Cabaji, but sorry I don't want and don’t like experiments.” Catherine put the mug on the table and stroked his loose hair, trying not to laugh at his blank look. “Don’t you remember? Oh, I’ll tell you a funny story. I walked away literally for a minute, and when I was returning to you, I saw how drunk Cabaji grab you by the neck and was about to kiss you in your mouth. Don’t look at me like that. I don’t joke about such things. You were so, so close, my love!” She was actively gesticulating and started laughing, looking at his shocked face. “So! I rushed to stop this madness, at this moment the waitress approached you with your drinks, and I had to push Cabaji to her. And while he started passionately kissing the waitress, you climbed over the bar counter to get me the biggest bottle of wine. And when you climbed back up, you fell, almost broke the bottle, and then yelled all over the bar that I was the love of your life.”
“And what about Cabaji?” Buggy looked at Catherine, stroking her back.
“And your beloved friend continued to kiss the waitress. It seems to me that he didn’t understand what happened at all. I love you, but I'm sorry, I wouldn't want to kiss you after him.”
“But it was fun, right?!” He took a sip of coffee with a proud look. “I'm surprised, by the way, that you got out of bed and walked on your own feet to the kitchen. If you know what I mean. That night was amazing. Fuck! I still hear your voice moaning my name loudly, feel the warmth of your hands and your hot kisses. Your legs don't hurt?” Buggy chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Shit, my head.”
“First, you're disgusting, you know that?” Catherine came up behind him, stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the top of his head. “Can you think about anything else sometimes? Not just about sex, my ass or naked body? Second, It was hard to get out of your arms, my Buggy the Octopus, but I did it. You snored like a chainsaw, and you practically pressed me into the bed with your body. I had to push you away with my feet. But I thought you might be hun~. W-w-why are you staring at me?”
“Right now, I'm thinking about your cool ass and envying koalas.” He sent his hand to the refrigerator for a beer.
“Oh, god!” Catherine rolled his eyes and pulled out a plate. “No beer, Buggy! Put it back in its place. You drank enough yesterday. You’ll drink later.” She glared at him, Buggy sighed heavily, set the bottle back down and reattached his hand. “Good boy! Hungry?”
“I'm always hungry, and I don't just mean food.” Buggy giggled idiotically.
“Fuck you honestly!” Catherine came closer, lightly hit him on the head and smacked the top of his head. “How many pancakes do you want me to put on it?”
“The more, the better, cotton candy.” He sent his hand to pour coffee for her.
“God, you're just some bottomless black hole, Buggy the Clown!” Catherine put ten blue pancakes on his plate, poured maple syrup and sat down next to him. “See? Today's pancakes are the color of your beautiful hair.”
Catherine ran her hand through his loose hair. Buggy’s hand brought her a cup of coffee and a plate. She watched him happily munch on the pancakes, sipping noisily on his coffee, and started stroking his hair. “Tasty?”
“Since the first time you cooked them for me, it tastes better and better every time!” He said with his mouth full and smacked her on her lips.
“Buggy! What are you doing? Your mouth is covered in butter and syrup.” She shrieked, grabbed a towel and wiped his lips. “Chew, wipe, and only then you can kiss me. I taught you this. Geez!”
Catherine wiped her face, took one pancake from his plate and squinted her eyes. “So, when you go to that man's place, can I come with you?”
“I don't know, cotton candy.” Buggy stuck his fork into the pancakes. “Depends on how you act.”
Catherine sipped her coffee and sat on his lap, facing him and wrapping her legs around him. He threw down the fork and immediately hugged her around the waist.
“So am I being good enough, Buggy-sama?” She whispered in his ear.
“Fuck, I told you a million times, don't call me that!” Buggy clucked his tongue and pressed his torso against her stomach. “Have to admit I already like this morning, cotton candy!”
“Yeah?” Catherine tilted her head and brushed her lips over his.
“Oh, yeah!” Buggy slowly began to lower his hand to her leg. “I wish I could take your shirt off right now. You know, we need to introduce naked breakfasts. I don't know about you, but I love seeing you na~.”
“Shush, clown!!” Catherine covered his mouth with her palm.
He removed her hand. “But why? Just don't talk to me about manners. We are sitting at home.” Buggy grinned and put his hand on her thigh. “And it doesn’t even bother me that your koalas are looking at me.” He whispered near her lips.
Catherine moaned slightly and reached her hand towards the table. “My little bear…”
“I’m listening, my Cathie-pie.” Buggy looked into her eyes and was about to kiss her.
Catherine suddenly grabbed the pancake and shoved it into his mouth. “Eat your breakfast, asshole!”
“Little shit!” He swallowed the food and looked at her with his round eyes, not knowing whether to kill her or not. “I thought we’re…”
“You're so easy to fool.” Catherine started laughing and looked into his upset eyes. “Are you kidding me? Wasn't the night enough for you? Oh, my sexy clown, you fucked me so, so hard that my legs hurt, I can't walk or talk. I have the best sex of my life with you, and I want more right now! Is that what you want to hear? Give me a break, for god’s sake!”
“In my defense, I love hearing you moan my name loudly. Do you know how hard it is to stop at that moment?” Buggy looked at her proudly and winked. “And thanks for the compliment about the best sex. I knew you would like it since the moment we first met.”
“Blue-haired pervert!” Catherine squinted her eyes. “You couldn't know that. You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!”
“But I didn't leave you!! How many times do I have to be reminded of that?”
“Shush, clown! I’m not talking to you!” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek to his cheek and began to lightly shake him from side to side. “I.. love.. you!!” She squealed quietly and kissed him on the cheek.
“You'll stun me, cotton candy! Why do I let you do this to me?” Buggy reached out and took the pancake.
Catherine heard him slurp and looked at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? You should be ashamed. I confess my love to you, and you’re just eating the food.”
He shrugged. “What? We’re not going to the bedroom, we’re not going to the sofa. I’m hungry.” He took another pancake and began to chew it without a trace of shame on his face.
Catherine threw up her hands questioningly and rolled her eyes. “I hate you!”
“Oh, wait!” Buggy separated his hand and sent it towards the box near the microwave. The hand took out the chalk and flew to the fridge, on which hung a magnetic board with the inscription “Pie’s I hate you.” The hand drew the line and put the chalk back to the box.
“Seriously? Idiot. Have you switched from numbers to lines?” Catherine shook her head.
“Yes. You know, like in prisons. Draw along the line and then cross out the month.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it.
“You know better, a man who was in prison.” Catherine kissed him on his nose and went into the shower.
After finishing breakfast, Buggy tried to sneak into the bathroom to see her naked, but was chased away by a washcloth. After the shower, Catherine followed him around the room, asking to take her with him. Buggy growled but agreed. She quickly dressed, and he led her somewhere along the streets of Cairo. Catherine didn’t stop talking the whole way, endlessly asking where they were going, who they were going to and how soon they would arrive.
“Is there something I need to know?” She asked when they reached the brown door of the house in the center.
“All you have to do is remain silent.” Buggy looked around and opened the door.
They entered a large room filled with purple and red furniture decorated with monograms with drawings in the shape of the sun. It was a little dark and smoky inside. Catherine looked around and saw chairs with backs in the shape of lightning bolts, and glasses filled with booze in the shape of tusks on the table. Waitresses dressed in kimonos walked past her.
“Buggy the Clown!” A low man’s voice was heard from the corner. “And his.. And who is this with you?”
“It's Cat~”
“Oh, my god!” Catherine could not contain her surprise. She widened her eyes and pointed her finger at the approaching body. “He looks like a big blue onigiri!!”
“Fuck, Catherine!” Buggy hissed though his teeth.
“Oh, fuck off. I've never seen anything like this.” She extended her hand to the big fish. “Hello! I'm Catherine! His gir~”
“God, this isn’t a joke? Buggy the Clown got himself into a relationship?” The fish said in surprise, straightening his kimono.
Catherine looked at Buggy. “Listen, why are they all surprised by this?”
“My guys said they saw you with some girl, but I thought you were just hiring a girl for one night. You know. A one-night stand whore. But as I can see she's not a... you know...not a clown’s whore.”
“Hey, Jinbe!” Buggy barked. “Don't dare call her a whore!” He felt how Catherine squeezed his hand.
“I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to insult you. I was just surprised that he.. you know.. and you.. you know.” He came closer. “I'm a man of honor. Nice to meet you, young lady!” Jinbe extended his hand, took her hand and kissed it.
“Oh, my God! How does he walk?!” Catherine pointed her finger at him and repeated his movement.
“Jinbe, excuse us for a second!” Buggy took Catherine's hand and pulled her outside. “Wait here!”
“But why?” She asked with sadness in her voice.
“Seriously?” Buggy rolled his eyes and groaned. “You just called him onigiri! Wait here!”
“Stop! Won't he hurt you?” Catherine ran her hand over his shoulder.
“Nooo, it's okay. I'll be back.” Buggy took her hand and was about to kisse it, but stopped. “Cathie-pie, wipe your hands, the fish kissed you after all.”
Catherine watched as he closed the door behind him and sat down on the wide windowsill, crossing her legs in front of her. Buggy came out about an hour later. He looked at her and laughed.
“What?” She asked, licking the spoon. “Come here! Try it! Coconut.”
“Nothing.” He came closer to her. “I'm just glad that while I'm possibly between life and death, you're sitting here peacefully and enjoying some ice cream.”
“You drove me away yourself, and I was bored.” Catherine took the ice cream with a spoon and put it in his mouth. “So what? Did you manage to sell it?”
Buggy began to nod, breaking into a smile.
“Fuck you!” She jumped up onto the windowsill with her feet. “How much?”
Buggy whispered in her ear.
“Wha-a-a-t??” Catherine dropped the ice cream from her hands. “It's impossible! Are you kidding me? That's a lot of money! A lot more than I thought! Pinch me if you're kidding!”
“No! 350 million, cotton candy!” He smirked. “I told him what it is and who it belongs to. In general, all these smart Egyptian things of yours. You should have seen his face at that moment. He said I'm lucky to have found you.” Realizing what was about to follow, Buggy spread his arms.
Catherine stood silently and blinked at him. She clenched her hands into fists and began to squeal, stomping in place. She jumped from the windowsill onto Buggy, hugging him with her legs and arms. “Love.” Smack. “Love!” Smack. “Love, love, love you!!” Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Yes, yes. I love you too!” Buggy stroked her cheek. “Well, what does my Cathie-pie want now?”
“Your Cathie-pie wants more ice cream!” Catherine kicked her legs. “Can you buy me another one? Blueberry flavor! No! Cucumber flavor! No! Lavender flavor!” Smack. Smack.
“I can buy you all the ice cream in the world! You're my lucky star now!”
“And wine! I also want to go to that cafe on the embankment. Can we go? Right now!” Catherine stroked his hair.
“Let's go wherever you want, cotton candy! I’m yours a-a-a-ll day.” Buggy squinted his eyes.
“Also, let's go to your favorite bar! My Buggy Bear needs to be rewarded too.” Catherine pecked him on his lips. “You'll drink, and I'll let you stare at pretty girls. And even let you flirt with the bartender.”
“Can I touch their asses? I used to do that.” He kissed her cheek.
“Isn't it enough that you're doing it now? How do you even do it?” Catherine kissed him on the lips. Her kiss was deep and long, she tried with all her might to control herself. Breaking the kiss, she jumped off him to the ground and wiped her mouth with her palm. She took his hand and dragged him towards the embankment.
Catherine constantly talked like crazy, actively gesticulating and telling Buggy that she loved him very much. Buggy looked at her, constantly smiling, still not understanding why she was with him.
Catherine once again understood that fate had once given her the biggest gift in her life. Buggy was secretly glad that she was braver than him one day, and stayed with him.
Catherine knew that she loved him more than life itself. Buggy knew he loved her more than life.
Catherine knew that for his sake, she would kill anyone. Buggy knew that although he was a coward, but he would kill anyone for her sake.
Catherine knew that she will always be by his side. Buggy will always be grateful for this.
Catherine knew that he loved her, although these words were not always easy for him. But she didn’t know that Buggy kept a piece of the diamond for himself. And only he knew for what purpose.
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I haven't done anything tonight yet bc I rediscovered Guitar Hero (damn I feel old XD)
but good news is I've only got 16 things left to do! by tomorrow, I should have more things in the queue than are left to be done, which is always a good feeling
I still have a little ways to go but DAMN I should have the askbox open in about a week! I'm so freaking excited <3
#mod post#my hands hurt tho idk if it's still eczema or if it's dry skin or what but they're cracking and painful#esp across my palm and on the webbing between my thumbs and first fingers? it SUCKS bc like obv you use your hands for everything#I'm a lil angy about it but I'm managing#also on shark week AND haven't had any ibuprofen in almost a week when I used to take it at least once a day for headaches#so I'm in a little pain but I'm trying to power thru bc I'm worried that my headaches are rebound headaches from taking ibuprofen so much#ALSO BITCHES????? BITCHES FNAF MOVIE DROPS ON FRIDAYYYY#me and Mom are gonna watch it on Saturday after I get out of work... WITH PIZZA AND WINGS!!!!#that thought is getting me through the rest of the week dammit#really looking forward to it#ANYWAY SORRY I RAMBLED IN THE TAGS BUT I'MMA TRY TO GET SOME HECKING THINGS DONE!!#should be able to manage at least two tonight <3#but I'm tired so two mmmmay be the most I can muster up tonight#but that'll mean the queue and my drafts will be tied at 14 each and that will feel HUGE#love you guys pls take care of yourselves!!!! practice good self care drink water take your meds go have a snack and watch a show!! <3
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Hey anyone, got long covid? Did it make u unable to use bathroom? Did u fix it, and how. Please let me know.
#rant#so uh. i asked this somewhere else and everyone is giving ibs c advice. which is fine but not what i need. ive had over a year#i have a gi doctor. i did Every ibs c thing you can do. except emdr cause i dont have time quite yet#the Only things that make me marginally able to use bathroom enough to reliably eat most days#instead of being so backed up and in pain im vomiting? 24 mg amitiza 2 g motegrity and 7-8 capfuls miralax (colon prep amount)#and wooh. i can maybe eat 1200 calories on a lucky day and use bathroom and not yave nausea or too much pain#on a real lucky day i can eat 2000 with moderate pain and maybe use bathroom#i am doing axcupuncture and physical therapy rn which bring some relief the days i do them#it makes me suspect its a vagus nerve issue or peristalisis gi tract issue#motility. not stool hardness (stool is soft ans fine my gi system just seem to refuse to move)#the ONLY case study i saw like me? the kid ended up in worse condition hospitalized. finally doctors gave him laxative regimen to keep him#able to eat. and he was on it nonstop until chinese accupuncture helped peristalisis resume#so. i sure fucking hope axcupuncture helps#but yeah dont tell me to drink water i drink 3 liters dont tell me flushes i DO colon prep level flushes every other day#dont tell me massage my abdomen i do it xonstantly it barely helps the pain and definitely doesnt help the rest#dont tell me mag citrate i take a TON it like all over the counter stuff doesnt work for me#prune juice works but i have to drink 2-4 large bottles a DAY to get it to help me use the bathroom#i am in ER within a week unable to eat withiut my meds#this is not ur garden variety take a capful of miralax or fiber a day and ur good. i fucking wish
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I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.
Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.
It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.
When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.
Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.
Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.
I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.
But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.
With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.
If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.
Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.
Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.
Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.
It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.
All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.
There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.
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