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dollwrites · 10 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader but she’s not really there, masturbation, reigen keeps videos, oral sex ( m!receiving ), probably poorly written reigen, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ big big special thankies to @arabaka for not only introducing me to reigen but also giving me advice about his characterization and helping me get to know him better 🥺. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Reigen is so sloppy when he jacks off. that’s why he typically prefers to lie in bed, moaning your name, that way he can ruin his own sheets, or roll over on to his stomach to hump against the mattress. his sweat and cum mingle on the bedding, cheeks red and glistening, eyes closed as he digs his fingers into his pillow, rutting, needy. he imagines you under him, legs spread and eyes glassy like they get when he pounds you hard. he likes to make you go dumb on his cock, and remember how you drooled and begged him, later when he’s alone.

but every now and then, the urge for you rears its head while he’s at the office.

and that’s what the videos are for.

so that he might find himself sprawled in his chair, legs spread wide and cock jabbing upwards, pink-tipped and throbbing, coated in the spit in his palm as he strokes himself silly with one hand, and grips his phone tightly in the other. the audio is cranked, and the way your visage slurps as you worship his tip on the video before him is forcing his breathing to catch in his throat. you were always so damn eager to suck him off, and he was way more than willing to let you.

“So cute… how are you s-so cute when you—” he grunts to himself, and when your tongue glides against his slit on the screen, Reigen mimics, pressing his thumb against the sensitive hole and rubbing back and forth, just the way you would. he groans in the back of his throat, and his eyes threaten to close, but he wants to watch so bad, they simply flutter instead, lids heavy. after a moment of teasing himself, he watches your mouth open wide, and he elicits a soft, happy whimper when the squishy head slips in. he can remember exactly how the inside of your mouth feels, and he attempts to imitate the sensation by enveloping his cock tip with his palm, tightening his grip around the frenulum to simulate the tight, stretch of your plushy lips. your eyes, though zeroed in on the camera as he films you, go hazy when his dick fills your mouth, and Reigen’s hips push forward, fucking his own hand and the air, simultaneously, breathing ragged. he loves that look on your face— when your senses are overwhelmed, and all you can see, smell, and taste is his sex; it’s as if the moment his cock slips in, your brain turns off.

when your head starts to bob, up and down, Reigen has to shift, changing the pace and angle of his stroking, smearing spit and the beading precum over his cock as he pumps furiously to keep up with the rhythm you’d set a few nights prior. the cocktail dribbles along the edges of his fly, soaking a ring of wetness against his gray pants, but he doesn’t care, he’s too caught up in it. jaw hanging slack, cheeks cherry red, his breathing comes and goes in furious, strangled puffs in between gargling, desperate moaning.

“Pretty, little cocksucker… my pretty girl, so f—fucking talented with that, hng, soft mouth a’yours…” perspiration runs in racing stripes down his temple, over his cheeks, and streams on his throat as a prominent vein bulges there, a telltale sign that he was inching closer to release. Reigen can hear his own voice over the recording, begging you to suck it, pleading for you to suck his cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to you, and he can tell by the dizzy look on your face, that it is.

“P-please, oh— shit, ‘s good… you make me feel so, so good!” Reigen hunches forward, closer to the screen as his strokes become erratic, squeezing his tip and then bucking his hips to slide through his slick palm, fucking it like it was your throat. seeing the digital clone of his dick disappear, only to watch your cheeks bulge and your eyes roll back in your head, he’s teetering on the edge of a big orgasm, a needy one, but when you start to cluck with each thrust, Reigen knows that must’ve been about the time he was battering your gag reflex, and he lost it.

furiously pistoning his fist up and down his own length, he forgets where he’s at. he forgets himself, and becomes a grunting, panting, whimpering mess of taut muscles and rutting. “That’s it, y-yes, yes, yes!”

falling back against his office chair, his knees spread, the muscles in his arm burns, but he can’t stop, he can’t ease up off this brutal rhythm until the first spurts of his release erupt from his swollen, twitching cock. a flustered gasp, one in the form of your name, escapes his lips, and so does a small trickle of drool, as the first streamers land against his phone screen, dripping on and obscuring your euphoric expression. Reigen gargles a contented moan, his fist running up to wring at his tip, extracting more of his load in a milking fashion, until it splatters on his abdomen, staining his suit and dampening the white shirt underneath. what he had left to siphon out of his tender, softening cock dribbled out from his slit and oozed down along his shaft while he panted like a wild animal, globbing in the patch of golden hair at his base.

the video ends, and he’s too worn out to do much but allow his phone to clatter against his desk, twitching and bathing in afterglow. his office smells of his sweat and sex, and he closes his eyes, taking a ragged, satiated breath.

he still can’t believe the power you hold over him, how you make him a depraved, base fool. just the thought of you is enough to have his cock twitching again, and he groans, running the pad of his thumb over the throbbing vein nearest the base. “Already?” he asked aloud, incredulous at just how willing his body was to spring back and demand your attention. he would have to rub at least one more out before he could focus long enough to get through the rest of his work day.

but he would still be desperate enough that you would get the fuck of your life when he got home.

#ding ding ding round 2 😭#MAYBE I GOT HIM RIGHT THIS TIME #reigen #reigen arataka smut #mp reigen #reigen x reader #reigen x you #reigen smut #reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka x you #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100

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thelargefrye · 1 year

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HONEY CYCLE … one - shot (18+)

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pairing : werewolf!hongjoong x werewolf!f!reader (background werewolf poly ateez)

genre : smut, werewolf au, hurt / comfort

word count : 4.2k

warnings : language, intrusive thoughts, fear of being forgotten, allusion to physical and mental abuse, y/n has scars on her back, nightmares

smut warnings : unprotected sex, concept of mating / mates, bath sex, public sex (but in a private area), mommy kink, marking, pet names (pup), threesome, double penetration

note : for mommy!may event by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

hongjoong wonders if you will ever be able to trust again, but him and the others are willing to wait for you.

sometimes hongjoong can't believe that its been five years since you and san joined the pack. he feels like it was just yesterday when he discovered you and san at his pack border. san carrying you on his back, you heavily bleeding, as he begged for hongjoong to help you. how you were so scared to trust him and the others and how you thought san would be better off here - alone, rather than with you here with him.

he remembers how san begged him and the others to help find you. he can still remember the pure and raw rage he felt when he found out how your old pack treated you. how they forbidden you and san from becoming mates.

but now, five years later and both you and san are flourishing with him and the others. everyone in the pack has welcomed you with open arms and he's glad you decided to make this your new home. glad you decided to make him and the others your home.

hongjoong honestly thought things were going well until san came to him one day, concern written all over his face.

"joong, can you try talking to y/n for me? she's been acting strange recently and it has me worried," san told him which immediately caught hongjoong's attention.

he thought he was imagining the slight shift in your attitude. the way you slowly began to distance yourself from him or one of the others, but now that san has brought it to his attention, he knows its real. he knows that he wasn't imagining anything.

"it feels like we suddenly went back in time five years ago," san confesses as he looks down at his hands, not able to fully grasp the fact that you were trying to pull away from him again. not when he felt like he just got you back.

"i'll talk to her, don't worry sannie," hongjoong tells the younger wolf with a smile before leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. san smiles a little bit into the kiss before he pulls away.

"thanks," san says before bidding the leader of the pack goodbye and makes his way out of his office.

hongjoong finds you a few hours later, canvas in front of you as you paint the scenery in front of you. a few of the pack grannies are next to you also attempting to paint the scenery in front of them. hongjoong smiles at how well the elders of the pack have taken a liking to you and have taken care of you when him or one of you mates couldn't.

hongjoong walks up behind you before he gently places a hand on your shoulder. you jump slightly, turning to see hongjoong smiling down at you and he can tell you do your best to mimic his smile.

"hey pup, how you doing?" he asks as he cups your face lightly and his heart warms when you press further into his hand, nuzzling it just a little bit.

"me and the grannies are painting the new flowers since they are starting to bloom," you tell him as you pull away from his hand. "do you want to join us?"

"maybe next time pup, i think i'll sit here and admire you while you paint," he tells you as he pulls up a chair from close by before sitting in it.

"oh goodness, look at cute hongjoong and y/n are, two beautiful wolves in love," one of the grannies say while the other mumble in agreement. hongjoong can't help but beam while you shrink a little in shyness. hongjoong feels a wave of protectiveness overcome him when he sees you shrink, but manages to push it in the back of his mind.

"why don't we go to the bathhouse after you're done here. we haven't been in a while and i want to spend time with you," hongjoong confesses and while yes, at first doing this so he can talk to you alone. he's also doing this because he does want to spend some alone time with you.

he can tell you're thinking about it with the way you are messing with your paints before you let out a small, "okay," in response to him.

while watching you paint, hongjoong can't help but notice the distant look in your eyes as you look from the canvas, to the scenery, to your paints, and then repeating the cycle. sometimes you'll glance behind you to see if hongjoong is still waiting for you, or to sides to see how one of the grannies are doing.

it isn't an hour later when the grannies are beginning to pack up their supplies. they bid both you and hongjoong farewell before they make their way back to their homes. hongjoong smiles and waves to the elder wolves before he's walking over and helping you pack up your things as well.

that's when hongjoong truly notices what you've been painting.

"a bee hive?" he questions out loud as he takes in the details you had put in it.

"its in that tree over there," you tell him softly, pointing to one of the trees a little bit off in the distance. hongjoong follows your gaze where he finds the bee hive and all the bees swarming in and out and around the hive. "why did you pick to paint that instead of the whole tree. i mean that tree is beautiful with all the blooming flowers on it," hongjoong says as he takes in the sight of the tree itself rather than the bee hive.

"because sometimes you just need to appreciate the small things, joongie. i've painted hundreds of trees before, but seeing a bee hive that hasn't been destroyed is so rare. its beautiful," you say as you toss your bag over your shoulder and painting in hand.

hongjoong lets your words sink in as he takes your bag from you and throws it over his own shoulder, his holds his free hand out for you to take. however, you opt to hold your canvas with both hands as you begin to walk down the path leading to town and the bathhouse.

the pack leader can't help but frown at how you move away from him. his stomach churning in ways he doesn't like, but he chooses to not say anything now and waits until later.

hongjoong lets out a sigh as he sinks into the warm water of the large bath in the private section of the bathhouse. the owners greeted both of you before guiding you to the private bath that he always gets when he comes here. hongjoong had went ahead and undressed and he can't help but watch with a soft smile as you undress in front of him.

he admires how beautiful you look as you stand in nothing but your underwear as you fold your cardigan and pants before putting them in the cubby next to where his clothes where. he notices the scars on your back and he remembers the first time him and seonghwa had seen them. he remembers feeling shocked at the large markings on your back and while he never asked how you got them - after knowing about the pack you and san came from, he can clearly guess how you got them.

"come here pup, the water is nice and warm," hongjoong beckons you over with a smile as he watches you step into the water. he can tell you're hesitating to sit next to him before finally coming and sitting a good distance away from him. hongjoong frowns at the distance, knowing that this isn't your usual behavior, especially after five years.

"y/n, what's wrong?" hongjoong asks turning to you and scouting a little closer, but not too close to make you move away from him.

"nothing's wrong, i'm just tired," you say and hongjoong can tell you're lying to him.

"san's worried about you," he starts, eyes dead focused on you as he watches you. you look surprised by his words, but you manage to cover it a little too quickly for his taste. "i'm worried about you," he adds as he moves a little closer. "we've noticed a change recently, you're distancing yourself from us and it has us worried," he confesses in hopes that you would look at him, but you don't. instead you opt to look at your hands underneath the water.

"i just..." you begin after a few minutes of silence and hongjoong feels his heart pounding in his chest. "i'm scared."

"scared? pup, you have nothing to be scared about. not when i'm here. not when san and the others are here. we'll protect you," he tells you, lump in his throat as he moves closer to you.

"but that's the thing," you say with a sigh, still refusing to look at him, "i'm scared that you all will tired of me. tired of putting up with me and my stupid fears and emotions and problems. that you'll finally realize i'm not worth your love and effort. that you'll toss me aside when you find someone better."

hongjoong is shocked by your words and he wants to scream at how he could never stop loving you. that he will never get tired of you and will always protect you until the end of time.

"y/n, look at me," hongjoong's voice is commanding and he hates using this tone on you or any of the others, but he knows that you need it. you slightly tilt your head, eyes glancing at him from the corner of your eye. "look. at. me."

you turn your head to look at your mate and you're shocked to see tears rolling down his cheeks. "joong..." you trail off, reaching your hands over to caress his face and to wipe the tears away.

"i love you," he says, you still in your movements as you look at him. "san loves, yunho loves, seonghwa, wooyoung, yeosang, mingi, and jongho. we all love you. the love that we share between the nine of us, pup, that love doesn't go away. you're forever imprinted into my heart, soul, and body and i wouldn't have it any other way," he confesses to you and this time you are shocked by his words.

"you don't regret mating with me?"

"the only thing i regret is not finding you sooner, so i could protect you from all the awful people who have tossed you aside and didn't show you the love you needed," he tells you, his hand coming up to trace down your spine, sending goosebumps all over your skin. "pup, let me love you okay?"

you blink away the tears the had welled up in your eyes from his words, hongjoong gives you a warm smile as he's the one brushing your tears away now. "you going to let mommy love you, pup?"

"yes, mommy," you say before the two of you are smashing your lips together in a heat kiss. hongjoong pulls you into his lap as you run your fingers through his black locks. his own hands resting flat against your back as he feels some of the bumps and edges on your back.

hongjoong couldn't help the moan that escapes his lips as you begin to roll your hips against his. his cock slipping between your folds, but not enough to go inside of you. when you pull away from the kiss, breath swallow, hongjoong notices the string of saliva connecting you both before he dragging you back closer to him to give you one more kiss.

"gonna let mommy fuck you, pup, fuck you full of my cum and let you see how much i love you," he says, wide grin on his lips as he reaches between your bodies in order to position his cock at your entrance.

"yes, please, fuck... fuck me, mommy," you beg before hongjoong has you sinking down on his cock. you let out a gasp at the intrusion, but your gasps soon become moans as he begins moving your hips. guiding you up and down along his length as you ride him, his tip hitting your sweet spot nicely.

"m-mommy, it feels so good," you tell him, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and hongjoong is soon letting you set the pace. the water around you both splashing and making waves, some of it even splashing outside of the bath. but hongjoong doesn't care and he can tell you don't either with the way you are riding his cock, now determine to come.

he lets out a groan as you clench around him. his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he also thrusts up to meet your pace. he notices your breast bouncing nicely and he can't help but want to mark them up, letting your other mates what the two of you have done.

"fuck, pup, your pussy feels so nice. always does, like it was made for my cock. mommy is so proud of you, pup, you're so strong and beautiful," he tells you as he pulls you closer to him so he can kiss you once more. you've become a moaning mess at this point, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out as hongjoong uses his own tongue to play with yours.

he can tell you're close to coming, the fucked out and dazed look in your eyes tells him everything. watching your face morph into pure euphoria as you clench around his cock is what drives him closer to the edge of well.

"are you close, pup? gonna come all over my cock while mommy fills you up?" he asks, feeling a little breathless from how close he is.

"yes, yes, yes, yes! yes, mommy, please! please fill me up," you say as you shove your face into his neck. he feels your tongue lapping up at your mark before you're biting down on the mark making it fresh once more. hongjoong lets out a moan at both the pain and pleasure it sends through his body as he forces your hips to still so he can come inside you.

your moans are muffled as you feel your lover paint your walls white, and you feel your own orgasm cloud your thoughts as you lick at the mark you left on your mate. both of you are out of breath as he hugs you close to him and he wonders if you could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"hey, pup," hongjoong's voice isn't above a whisper as he calls out to you, "i love you, so much, okay?"

"i know, mommy, i love you too."

"let me know whenever those thoughts come back okay, so i can make them go away. none of us want you thinking like that," he tells you as he presses a kiss to your temple.

when the two of you return to pack house hours later, san is waiting by the door pacing back and forth while seonghwa is sitting in his chair, book in lap.

the sound of the front door opening gains both wolves attention and san is welcomed to the familiar scent of you. you're behind hongjoong and san wants to so badly to push his leader out of the way, but knows he should wait.

he watches with baited breath as hongjoong kisses you once last time before he's taking your bag and canvas before he's watching you walk up to san. the two of you look at each other for a moment before the two of you are immediately pulling each other into your arms.

"y/n... i was so worried about," san says as he nuzzles his face and nose into your neck so he can inhale your scent.

"i'm sorry, sannie, the thoughts had come back and i was scared," you confess to him and both of the eldest wolves feel their hearts clench at your words.

"did you want those thoughts to happen?" san asks as he pulls away from your neck to look you in the eyes.

"no, i didn't," you tell him, biting back the tears as you look at your lover.

"then don't apologize for something you can't control," he says before he leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

hongjoong feels his heart swell at the scene before him. he knows that the thoughts won't go away, but he hopes that for at least right now they have retreated into the depths of your mind. to be forgotten until they come back, but even when they do come back, hongjoong will just drive them away again.

the leader of the pack can't help the smile that paints his face when he watches san lift you up, you protesting of course, as he takes you up the stairs. he knows that you will be okay now that you are with san, and he's grateful everyday for how the younger wolf can always bring a smile to your face.

its a few nights later, when hongjoong is woken up by the sound of your voice. his eyes are blurry as he's trying to comprehend the figure in front of him as you, but once he does, hongjoong the is on high alert.

"what's wrong pup?" it isn't unusual for one of the others to come to his and seonghwa's room in the middle of the night, but it is rare for him to wake up and find you crouched next to the bed. on the rare occasion, hongjoong will wake up in the middle of the night to find you curled into seonghwa's side, but when he wakes up, you are gone.

he can tell you've been crying and his mate and leader instincts immediately kick in as he sits up slightly. "pup?" he tries again as he watches you regain your breath.

"can i... can i sleep with you and hwa for tonight? i had, uh... the thoughts are back," you say in a hushed voice and hongjoong is immediately moving to let you lay in between him and seonghwa.

you immediately curl into hongjoong as the leader wraps you in his arms. your bodies are pressed flushed against each other and hongjoong can feel your hard nipples through your thin night shirt as they brush against his bare chest. hongjoong knows its wrong to be popping a boner now, but he can't help it when his body is begging for yours. he pushes one of his legs between yours and tries to bite back a moan he feels you slowly start to hump his leg.

"m-mommy," you moan out as you press your face into his chest. hongjoong can smell how aroused you are as he dips his hand down to cup your pussy and isn't surprised when he already feels a wet patch on your underwear. "mommy please," you moan out again.

"shh, pup, or you'll wake hwa," he whispers back before kissing you. hongjoong starts to make slow movements overtop of your underwear, the wet spot growing bigger and bigger until you start bucking your hips up to meet his hand. "fuck, y/n, you're about to start your heat aren't you?"

"i-i think, mommy, will you help me?" you ask and hongjoong kisses you as he's ripping your panties away and tossing them into the floor to be dealt with later. it takes him a moment before he's slipping his sleep pants off and guiding your leg over his hip so he has easy access to your dripping cunt.

"my pretty pup needs her mommy, doesn't she?" he teases as he thrust inside of you, his lips catching yours and swallowing your moans. he knows that seonghwa will wake up soon, but for now he wants to prolong his lover's sleep the best he can.

hongjoong's tongue dives into your mouth as he sets a steady pace for the both of you. his hips thrusting up to meets yours as he feels his balls smacking against you. his hands digging into your flesh and his nails leaving little crescent marks into your skin.

the lewd wet sounds of your pussy and the heavy breathing coming from you is probably what wakes seonghwa up. he opens his eyes and is greeted with the sight of your back to him and his eyes drift down to where you and hongjoong are connected underneath the blanket. the smell of your arousal hits him like a truck and he swears he could taste it.

"m-mommy, please hard," he hears you beg and hongjoong chuckles at how despite you sound.

"pup, if i go harder we'll wake seonghwa up," he tells you making seonghwa smile at how "considerate" his mate his trying to be.

"go harder, joongie, i want to see you wreck our pup," seonghwa says as he rests a hand on top of hongjoong's after he had moved the blankets away in order to fully see his two lovers connected. "fuck, do you see how wet she is?"

"y-yeah, hwa, just for us. our pup's pretty pussy is wet just for us," hongjoong says when he feels you clench around him.

"hwa," you call out to the older wolf who immediately presses you against your backside. "please... want you to hwa, fill me up like mommy," you beg and seonghwa lets out a small chuckle.

"whatever you want pup," he says as he pulls his underwear off. "where do you want me, pup? do you want me in your ass or in your dripping pussy with mommy?" his lips ghost along your ear as you let out a moan as you feel seonghwa rub the tip of his cock along your ass before teasing it at your pussy's entrance where hongjoong is continuing to thrust inside of you.

"w-with- fuck! with mommy, fill me up, please!" you beg as you tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of both of your mates fucking your pussy.

"of course, pup," he says before he's angling your leg up a little, hongjoong stops moving as he waits for his lover to join him inside of you. you can't help but let out a string of moans and cries once seonghwa bottoms out. seonghwa let's out a few curses as his hand comes around to your front in order to feel the prominent bump from hongjoong's cock.

seonghwa pressed a kiss to your neck before he slowly started to move his hips a little bit and after a few moments, hongjoong joined him. the two of them doing opposite movements to each other with one thrusting in while the other just barely pulled out only to push back in while the other thrusted out.

hongjoong couldn't help the smile that painted his face as he took in the fucked out look on your face. one of his hands trail up to brush your hair out of your face before he's gripping the back of your neck and dragging your face over to his. his lips smash against yours once more in a kiss before he pulling away. you feel seonghwa's hand tilt your head to the side before he's also kissing you, then he reaching over to hongjoong.

"i think... fuck- i think our pup is close, joong," seonghwa says as he feels you attempt to clench around both him and hongjoong. his hand comes down to your front before he finds your clit and is rubbing it in fast motions. you let out a cry at the stimulation, your legs attempting to close and stop his movements; however, hongjoong stops and holds your legs open in order to give seonghwa easy access.

"i think she is, hwa. you gonna come around mommy's and hwa's cocks? gonna let us fill you up and leave you nice and around?" hongjoong says, his lips moving on top of your basically as he speaks to you.

"p-please, mommy, please come," you whine out before letting out a cry as you feel them both stilling inside of you. you can feel some of their cum shooting inside of you, while most of it is slowly dripping out of you and down your thighs. "mommy," you say as you lazily kiss hongjoong.

seonghwa pulls out first making you turn to look at him with big doe eyes which he is quick to tease you about, "don't look at me like that, pup, gotta get you and mommy cleaned up," he says, smile on his face as he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose before he heading out of the room.

you and hongjoong remain connected for a lot longer, your mate holding you close to him as he smothers your face in kisses. you let out a few laughs as he kisses you before seonghwa is coming back and is quickly cleaning you up. hongjoong can't help but smile at how the eldest also smothers you in kisses before he joining the two of you back in bed.

"thank you, joongie," you tell him once you are sure the seonghwa has fallen back asleep and its just the two of you awake.

"for what, baby?"

"for everything. for taking me and san in, for comforting me and helping me heal. for loving me."

"you don't need to thank me for loving you," he says before he's giving you one last kiss, "goodnight, pup."

"goodnight, joongie."

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amazinglyegg · 5 months

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Nick tries to explain what trees are to DiMA

+ DiMA's drawing he made after that conversation (Nick's not too good at explaining things...)

Okay now for my silly little headcanons I need to write down before I explode

DiMA has blue eyes so the scientists can differentiate him from the rest of the synths!

I picked blue specifically because his entire Acadia room is blue with all the computers and such, which is a nice contrast to Nick's warm color scheme.

They were both tests to see how personalities would work on gen 2's - Nick being a preset personality and DiMA being left to his own devices to "naturally create" a personality of his own.

A small detail in Detroit: Become Human is that at the beginning of the game ("Waiting for Hank...") Connor sits very stiffly on his chair, but by the end of the game ("Last Chance Connor") he sits casually and a lot more naturally on the table instead

That's how I imagine DiMA to be - very stiff and awkward at first, but starts to mimic those around him (especially Nick) as time goes on

After enough time he starts to pick up on basically everything Nick does. Sighing, drumming his fingers on the table, even his accent!

He was practically a child without the whole "underdeveloped brain" part

So basically an information sponge who asks "why?" every three seconds

Nick found it annoying sometimes, but DiMA was the only person he could talk to so he always caved eventually.

Plus, trying to explain everyday things to him helped keep his mind off their situation.

Like, imagine having to explain to someone what the color purple looks like. Or what a dog looks like when they've never seen any animal except for humans before!

Nick was actually very cold to him at first, and continued to be every time he got his memories wiped and reset, but he would inevitably warm back up to DiMA every time

(except for the few times where he got his memories wiped several times a day, or even several times an hour... which was extremely stressful for both of them)

That being said, Nick's memory wipes were always a traumatic situation for him, and he'd have to re-learn who and where he was every single time

Through trial and error DiMA started to figure out the right way to comfort him and bring him down from any violent outbursts or panic attacks he had

Trying to escape the Institute was almost like a timeloop puzzle in the sense that DiMA had to re-explain everything to Nick and just hope they had enough time to figure something out before Nick got taken away and reset again

On a lighter note, DiMA loves drawing and would try and draw whatever Nick tells him about in the dust on the floor or on the wall - nothing could stop this man from creating art!

He also writes in nearly perfect font because he has perfect hand-eye coordination (and copied the font from the papers the scientists print off)

ALSO tiny detail, he drew his eyes yellow like Nick's because he had never seen his own eyes at that point, and assumed he looked the same as Nick <3

Okay that's enough for now I think!! Hope you enjoyed it!!

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #DiMA #fanart #institute #headcanons #god i forgot how to tag

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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can you imagine aaron being with a reader who just loves to sit in his lap? like there could be ten vacant chairs or they could be in a crowded room but she’ll always choose to sit on his lap?? at first aaron’s like baby 😅 what are you doing 🤭 but she’s all like i’m sitting here 😌 in your lap 😌 it’s my spot, right? and after a while he doesnt question it and just hugs her further into him

pleaseeeee 😭😭😭

hehehe aaron's lap just becomes your designated spot™ <333

it all started late one night and he brought work home, so he's sitting in the office filing away. since you haven't seen him almost all day :( you can't help but wander into his office in desperate need of his presence. as you silently move closer to him, he peeks up at you and gives you a questioning look, and your only response is settling into his lap 🥰 hehe a lil laugh echoes through his chest and amusingly he asks, "what are you doing?"🥰 to which you just snuggle further into him, press a soft kiss on his neck and mumble, "nothing."🥰 UGH he lets out a little small laugh and doesn't question it further <333 and as he's writing, his free hand finds the small of your back and he's just rubbing it so so gently 🥺 you almost and usually do fall asleep in his lap; just so content to be so close to him and knowing there is literally no other place that could ever be as comfortable as your aaron's lap<3 and whenever you crawl onto his lap, his cheeks flush every. time. the fact that you can be so happy just sitting there in silence, just wanting to be with him, makes his heart swell with all the love possible🥺. and to both your benefit, it also gives him a reason to not stay too late at the bau. if he has work to do still, he can at least go home, do it there while you keep him company no matter how long it takes <3

and after that, no matter where you are, you're either falling onto his lap yourself or he's pulling you himself on it <3333 one night you join him and the team when they go out. upon your arrival to the usual bar they frequent, you're settling in and penelope gestures to an open spot next to her for you to take. before you can even react and much less think, aaron's immediately grabbing onto your waist and pulling you on him. AH you respond with a giggle and throw your arms around him, saying "you're right, this is my spot" 🥰 and grant him a kiss !!! meanwhile the team is all o.O but aaron couldn't care less hehe <3 like you said, this is your spot. if it's open (and it always is), that's where you'll be.

AND jack will fight you for a spot on aaron's lap too 🥺😭 hehe he's the one exception of course. you'll be lounging on aaron's lap, watching tv or something and enjoying your alone time for the time being <33 and then jack finds the two of you, crosses his little arms and gives you the cutest lil pout >:( "c'monnnn share daddy. you've had him for so longggg." and how can you say no to him?!?! but you'll make quick playful banter with him <33 you'd cross your arms right back, mimic his pout, and say you don't want to share 🙄 but since he's your baby, you'll make an exception, to which jack laughs and launches himself at the two of you <3333 whenever this happens aaron fights a smile hehe <3 watching his two favorite people fighting over him when it'll just result in family snuggles 🥹; no one is left out so there are no room for complaints <333 hehe your boys 🥹

#all i want in life PLEASE #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

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akixxsstuff · 1 month

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Bathroom Blues

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

NSFW content // Fluff // Part two // Click here for part 1 // Click here for part 3

Summary: L turns down a very tempting offer from you since his priority needs to be the Kira case and not you. However he still can't take his mind off you so he tries to release his "frustrations".

"Only for you. Especially if that pain would involve a few smacks on my ass right before you fuck me".

Like always, L's facial expression remained unamused. However, if it wasn't for the deep, red blush covering his face, he would have fooled you into thinking that he wasn't affected.

"What a lovely shade of red you've got there, you ought to wear it more," you smugly said. You then stood up and placed your hands on L's knees, your face centimetres apart from his.

"Especially if it's around me" you whisper. Even though L feels like he is going to go into cardiac arrest, he still manages to calmly say, "I can not control the blood distribution in my face, nor the automatic response of my nervous system". "So you're saying that you can't control yourself around me?" you say with a shit-eating grin.

"I'm not saying anything Y/N" L replies trying to ignore that his hands are shaking so much that he could fall right out of his chair. "No? Well call me crazy because this whole time I thought you were talking to me". "If you're going to focus on anything, please let it be the footage I gave you. We have a case to work on" L mutters.

You move back and pick up your laptop, "Relax, I won't tease you anymore, I need to get some sleep anyway, night night" you chuckle softly, and ascend the stairs and into the dark. Thank God, you were finally gone. A second longer and you'd probably notice the very prominent tent in L's jeans. Plus, L couldn't allow any distractions from his case, especially one as charming, cheeky and irresistible as you.

L huffes in annoyance knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any work done until he took care of the hard bulge in his underwear. It was going to be another night in the bathroom of him touching himself to the thought of you.

L couldn't help but softly groan during his walk to the bathroom as his denim was rubbing against his erection. Once he arrives, L immediately locks the door and fumbles at his flyer, feeling so desperate, horny and honestly embarrassed. Embarrassed because the great L couldn't control himself over one mere person. One gorgeous, smart, funny and perfect person.

A strangled groan leaves L's mouth as soon as he grips his hard cock, he gives it a few firm but slow strokes, finally feeling some relief. L then coats his stiff shaft with saliva to mimic the feeling of your slick hole wrapped around his now painfully aroused dick.

"Nghn! Ah-ah! S-s-shit..." L moans while thrusting his needy hips into his hand.

His grip is tight, his dick is wet, just like how all your holes would be.

L can imagine the sight of his glistening shaft repeatedly thrust into you as his hips bounce against your soft, plump ass. He just wanted to hear, "I need your cock...please..I don't care where and how you use it, I just fucking need it!" from you.

"Nghn! Yeah? Just promise that you'll cover my face with all your sweet cum after", L whispers to himself in response to his fantasies.

L begins to pump his cock harder and faster, drops of precum were now spilling all over the floor and his dick was throbbing. His groans and grunts become louder as he gets closer to shooting a load of thick, hot cum.

L just wished that it could be all over your pretty face or in your warm, wet and abused little hole. Well...it would be abused after he was done with it.

"Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!" L pleads as his strokes became more clumsy and rigid. Then finally, L's tip spurts his delicious, thick cum all over the bathroom floor.

"Y/N/ L/N, you are the most distracting and frustrating variable in my entire case. But you're the most addicting and precious variable in my entire life".

#smut #l lawliet #death note #fluff #top reader #solo #x reader #fanfic #gender neutral y/n #imagine

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venusstorm · 2 years

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More Than Friends

Part Four

Fear. It drove apart your friendship with Chris, it prevented him from telling you how he feels, and after a big argument, you’re left wondering if he had ever even cared.

Note: Italics indicate past events

Warnings: 18+, angst, fluff

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Time stops when Chris sees you. It was something like a dream, all the noise on set comes to a halt, a deafening silence ringing in his ears as he watches you ramble on to the person in front of you. Not a word you said reaches his ears but it doesn't need to.

He smiles to himself as he envisions your fast-paced tone, probably getting carried away and skipping to a million different subjects in the span of a minute. Then you break out into a wide grin, the other person giggling loudly at whatever you had said.

His mouth hung a gap, blinking slowly to make sure you weren't just a figment of his imagination and indeed right there in front of him. Someone calls out his name but it vanishes into background noise.

You were here. That's all that matters in this very moment.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Chris watching you. If he hadn't known that you were working on the same film then he sure as hell knows now. You quickly turn back towards the person, ignoring his blatant stares as you burst into a fit of giggles.

He swore his heart stopped when your eyes lingered on him.

Chris couldn't remember the last time that he heard you laugh. The thought alone sent stakes into his heart because once upon a time, the two of you laid out on the floor in a fit of laughter, wheezing and trying your hardest to breathe just to start the cycle all over again after another joke was said.

The nagging voice returns. Louder this time. "Hey uh, Chris wardrobe needs you..."

He shakes his head, "Just give me a second."

"It's urgent, we can't continue filming unless they get you fitted for the next scene."

Mindlessly he nods, reluctantly allowing his feet to take him away in the opposite direction of you. But he can't help but take one last look, eyes softening after realizing you were staring at him too.

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"And cut!"

Chris inhales deeply. It had been hell trying to film while you sat watching. It took him several takes to finally push you from his mind, engulfing himself in his role and letting real life become a minuscule thought.

You rise from your chair next to the directors, hurriedly walking over to a table covered in desserts to stuff your mouth before break ends.

Chris was tugging with his subconscious, debating if sparking a conversation on the job was truly the best idea. But heart defeats his mind and he finds himself walking over to you without an ounce of confidence.

You don't notice him at first. After all, the powdered donuts are really good.

"Hi," he states breathlessly.

You stare up at him. His face beads with sweat causing a sheer glow across his skin. Black "dust" coats his cheeks to mimic the effects of a grenade and minutes’ worth of gruesome fighting. But still, he looks like the Chris you know...even if everything else has changed.

"Nice mustache," you snort.

He doesn't say anything at first. He's too caught up in taking in every aspect of your being. "It's kinda growing on me," he shrugs.

A painfully long silence sparks. Too much history and too many words waiting to be said on the edge of your tongues.

Chris clears his throat. "I uh— I didn't know you were working on this movie too. You never told me."

Your response comes out muffled as you bite into a brownie. "And when would I have had the chance to do that?"

"Right..." he trails off. "Well congrats, I know you've always wanted to work on a big project like this."

Another awkward silence blooms and Chris can't help but remember a time when nothing was ever tense. For years he had looked forward to the day when both of you were hired for the same film. He got so excited from thinking about seeing you every day, not having to suffice with FaceTime calls and texts until he could return home.

You'd be right there with him the entire time. Exploring whatever city you found yourselves in until it felt like a second home.

But instead, you're on the same set with nothing but animosity and regret.

Finally, you break your silence. "Look. We don't have to pretend to be on good terms. We're here for work and that's it. Whatever baggage we have should remain back home because honestly, I'm sick of carrying it around."

His hand clenches, he has so much to say to you and not enough time to do so. "I—"

A rush of people come crowding towards the table, extras and film-crew members pushing their way through to get in a quick snack before the cameras start rolling again.

His words become stuck. He can't say what he needs to with a slew of people in earshot. "Yea, of course," he sighs.

You grab a few more treats before turning to leave when he touches your arm softly, whispering your name to catch your attention.

His eyes are watery, emotions piling up after seeing your face again. He had envisioned the first time he saw you again and it went nothing like this.

He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I know Chris."

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You weren't too sure how you ended up in this situation. The Russo Brothers had invited everyone out to eat and of course, you agreed. You thought it would just be the directors, producers, and a few other people on your team headed out for dinner but apparently, the universe had other plans.

"Uhm there's like a million seats at this table." You stare down, chuckling because there were more plates than ten times your group combined.

"Gotta have room for the cast," Anthony shrugs.

Cast?

And that's how you found yourself anxiously waiting for Chris to show up. You took every second to eye the door, preparing yourself to be stuck at a dinner table with him all night.

Slowly time ticks by until nearly all the seats are filled. A sigh of relief escapes your lips but quickly you suck it back in when the sight of Chris in a fitted button-up shirt comes waltzing into the restaurant. Fuck.

He greets everyone, eyes landing on yours and then on the last empty seat beside you. No, no, no.

Hesitantly he walks over to the chair, sliding it out and sitting down before shooting you a remorseful look. "Just business right?"

"Right," you grit, teeth stuck together as you try to hide your conversation from any listening ears.

As the night goes on and the food finally comes to the table, you find yourself staring off into space. Every time Chris speaks you’re sent spiraling. When he laughs you can't help but think “how is he so okay right now?” And every glance he shoots your way has you caving into your seat.

Mistakingly, his leg brushes against yours. He mumbles out a quick apology but you're too stuck in your head to reply. His scent was devouring you. His presence was making your head spin and suddenly your stomach began to churn.

You need space. Now.

The place is far too loud and everyone is too distracted to notice the way you push out of your chair to leave. Not even your bosses spare you a glance as you attempt to tiptoe away from the scene.

Sensing your quick movements Chris turns towards you. "You okay?"

"Just a little warm in here...I'm gonna step out for a bit."

Warily he nods, watching you disappear within the crowded restaurant until his intuition kicks in. "I'll be back," he mutters to nobody in particular.

Dropping his fork he races out of the restaurant, searching for your figure on the crowded sidewalk. "Hey!" He shouts, jogging to the other side of the street to catch up to your fleeting form.

Pausing, you turn around. "Hey," you say sullenly.

He scratches the back of his neck, eyes looking everywhere but you. "I know we're not at our best right now but I was thinking we could go for a walk maybe?"

"Chris..."

"Please," he begs." Another day of acting like everything's fine when it's not is gonna make me go insane."

Hesitantly you accept. "Okay."

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The cool night air was chilly as the two of you walked along the streets of Prague. After visiting one time you had already fallen in love. The nightlife was vibrant and everything made your eyes widen in awe.

Chris couldn't help but steal glances at your awe-stricken expression. Your eyes glazed with adoration as you scanned the architecture that surrounded the beautiful Vltava River, blissfully unaware of the way he's taking in every part of you.

"I always wanted to take you to Europe," Chris begins.

"Yea?"

"Every time I'm here I think about how much you'd love it. Every country I've been to has something beautiful to offer and it's hard to fully enjoy it when all I'm thinking about is being back in Boston."

"With you" he wanted to add.

You knew Chris missed you when he was away, it's why he sent a gazillion postcards of every place he went to. A little message was scribbled on the back of each one with a lopsided smiley face at the end.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," you shoo.

"Are you kidding me? Everywhere I go I'm trying to enjoy it the way you would."

You avoid his gaze, terrified that if you made eye contact your heart would beat out of your chest. "Really?"

"If I'm at an art museum I'm paying extra close attention to the descriptions because I know you'd read every last one. And I always make sure to stop by a bakery and get anything with chocolate since that's your favorite flavor. And let there be a pretty sunset, I pull out my phone and take a photo immediately for our collection.

You and Chris have a shared album filled with photos of skylines. The beach, mountains, even your backyard. Before everything, he planned to print the prettiest ones out and place them in a scrapbook just for you. To the person always willing to chase sunsets.

"I didn't know you did all that," you whisper.

"You make everything better," he beams. "Sure hanging out with my cast mates is always fun but they aren't you. Honestly, It gets lonely after a while."

The chilly night air blows past your body causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You never told me you felt that way."

He grabs your hand gently and leads you to a bench overlooking the river. The water was still, unlike your thoughts which were whirling a mile a minute.

"I haven't told you how I felt about a lot of things actually," he confesses.

Your eyes broaden with panic. "Let's not do this now, please. We still have months left of filming and I don't think I can handle reopening old wounds right now."

Chris watches how your face fills with anxiety. Eyebrows knitted together, lips in a tight frown, even your hands are fumbling together as you thought about the rollercoaster of emotions you've experienced this year alone.

Whatever he had to say now would have to wait. You don't think your heart can take any more breakage.

Your feet tap the ground repetitively, thoughts racing as you feel yourself treading back to old habits. One’s spent walking around your room in circles for hours wondering why the hell you had to ruin a perfectly good thing.

And for the first time up close, he truly saw what he had done to you. You look fearful sitting next to him.

He goes to touch your hand but you quickly pull away.

"This was a mistake," you murmur.

Chris shakes his head vigorously as you stand up from the bench, hands wrapping around your body protectively against the wind. He watches helplessly as you begin to walk away and suddenly everything begins to feel far too final. This isn't how it's supposed to end.

"I was scared!" He shouts.

Your feet come to a halt. Back still faced towards him, he continues. "I was scared of losing you for good."

Slowly you turn around, tears fighting to come loose as you stare at your best friend. The one person who you truly had believed could never hurt you.

"When you told me how you felt every possible ending came tumbling into my head. Do you know how badly I'd been aching to hear those words come from your lips? Thought I was gonna pass out right then and there because finally, I had some confirmation that everything I've ever felt towards you wasn't one-sided."

A few onlookers walk by but you're too engulfed in your world with Chris to care. These raw emotions had been clawing their way out for years and it was finally time to let them loose.

"But every time I allow myself to tempt the idea of being with you an immense fear of losing you washes over me. I've seen so many relationships crumble...and the thought of you leaving my life because I can't fulfill your needs—" He chokes out a sob, eyes fluttering away from yours as he stares at the ground.

"Being your best friend and nothing more guaranteed that I'd never lose you...that I'd never disappoint you."

He takes a step closer until only a few feet distance you from each other.

"You don't think I was scared too? Telling my best friend that I love him was absolutely terrifying. I spent months thinking of how to tell you. It ate me alive but not telling you was killing me more. I'd try to talk myself out, convince myself that I'd just make it all worse but something deep inside of me told me to take a chance."

He searches for your gaze, a strong desire to hold you tight and utter apology after apology as if it'll make everything better.

"And you know what happened? You called us unrealistic," you shout. "You let me think you were in a full-on relationship while I sat at home wondering why the fuck I wasn't good enough to be something more to you."

His breathing halts. You? not being good enough for him? If only you knew how many days he spent telling himself you deserved better than anything he had to offer. But still, he was shameful. You were right. Every last word was true and he couldn't express how much he thought about taking every last mistake back.

"It's not unrealistic," he states.

"What?" Your voice is exasperated.

"I shouldn't have said what I did that day. Rejecting you, leaving without a word, allowing myself to grow weak and fall into a PR stunt without consulting you...all of it combined make up the biggest regret of my life. And if I could go back—"

"No," you sob.

Shaking your head you turn away from him. He doesn't get to do this. Not now, not ever. You had spent months broken and defeated, thousands of tears shed because he had left you in the dust.

"You can't just confess after what you did," you spat.

"I know. Trust me I know. I was scared, you gotta know that. I didn't wanna lose you!" He couldn't tell if his eyes were watering from the wind or his turbulent emotions. But suddenly his cheeks grew wet and eyelashes heavy.

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. "And now I'm scared," you cry. "I can't just give my heart to you again Chris. Not fully."

Words were slipping from his lips without thought. He was grappling for you to stay, even if it meant arguing until the sun came up, he couldn't let you leave. Because the moment you stopped fighting he knew you were done.

"Is it Henry?"

Your eyebrows furrow with confusion. How the fuck is he still stuck on Henry, especially at this very moment. "Why would this be about Henry?"

He was cursing at himself to shut up but his mouth disregarded every warning.

"Because I saw him! He was sitting on your porch. If you're seeing him just tell me now and I'll back away. I shouldn't have reacted so harshly the first time I found out but—"

Your gaze hardens. "What do you mean you saw him on my porch?"

His mind continues to pump out two single words. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"I came to say goodbye and that's when I saw him. I know I have no right to—"

"Damn straight!"

He wipes his cheeks, hand now wet from the action. "I just had to see you before I left. Being miles away overseas knowing how we ended would've killed me."

Scoffing, you flail your hands into the air. "But you didn't. You saw Henry and fucking ran because that’s all you ever do."

He had run away the moment you spoke the words "I love you." He ran away after the explosive argument in your living room. He ran away after seeing Henry knowing there was a possibility that he wouldn't see you again for months.

"I wanted to give you space. I didn't think you'd want me intruding into your life after what happened!"

"Space? Oh, C’mon Chris. We both know the real reason why you never made an effort to come and see me— even if we weren't on speaking terms. You said it yourself."

"You're scared," you speak slowly, pronouncing each word carefully.

"Henry being there gave you a way out and you took it and I'm going to assume that's exactly why you took up that PR relationship too. It's easier to run away than truly confront what you did.”

His head was spinning. The cold hard truth is being shouted in his face. He calls out your name desperately, unsure of what to say as he frantically watches you take steps backward.

"All of this talk of fear, regret, and still you can't bring yourself to tell me how you feel. I would've settled for being friends no matter the outcome. But you left me. When will you get it through your head that I just needed you, Chris."

“Always just needed you.”

It was pouring outside. Lightning and thunder continue to strike as you lay nuzzled in Chris's lap fast asleep. It was only a week before you had so mistakenly confessed your feelings. Before everything went to shit and wanting Chris to hold you would always come true.

You were dreaming about him. Mumbling incoherently about being at the beach with him, the waves crashing hard as the two of you ran into the sea.

Chris felt you stir in his lap. His fingers trailed down your back, stopping at your waist before making his way back up. You always claimed his touch "helped you sleep better."

He stares down at you, your lips parted, light snores coming from your body as your breathing labored. "Chris," you mumbled.

"M'right here," he stated.

But you don't respond. You're fast asleep and quickly he realizes that you're not speaking to him. You're speaking of him, dreaming about him.

"Don't swim too far," you mutter. "So many clouds."

He chuckles to himself as your words come to a halt and become replaced by a loud snore.

"Where are you going," you whimper. "It's starting to rain."

Your body shifts in his lap, tossing to the other side and placing your hands underneath your head. "Chris! Where'd you go!"

Panic strikes you. Your words are filled with distress as you dreamt of Chris's body disappearing beneath the waves. The sky was turning dark, more clouds appeared as the rain began to fall harder.

You lose yourself in the waves, your body being tossed around as you screamed for Chris.

"Where are you!" You sob aloud.

Chris's eyebrows furrow with worry. You're shaking. He nudges your body, whispering your name in a panicked tone until your eyes began to flutter open.

"Don't leave me," you murmured.

You woke up with a jolt, your eyes were wet with tears and Chris was staring down at you with a sorrowful look. "I'm never leaving you, sweetheart."

"Promise me?"

"I promise."

He's always loved you. No matter how hard he tried to bury his feelings they've always been there. Deep down he knew your friendship always crossed boundaries but he shoved those thoughts away. Taking risks terrifies him, let alone with the people he loves.

You were right. He does run away.

In every relationship he's ever been in his subconscious can only think about you. You're his priority, and it's why every last one ended in flames, and yet he never pushed himself to pursue you. He was more content with being romantically alone than risking you leaving forever.

But now as he stands before you every desire to worship you, make you his, finally comes floating above the water.

He had tried so hard to resist showing you every physical act of love in the book. After all, he had the emotional part nailed down.

In a sense, he was your protector. Your best friend.

There were moments where his front faltered and he found himself wondering about a life where he gave you all of him, where you were his entirely. As much as he tried to convince himself that friendship was long-term and relationships were guaranteed to cease, there was always a sliver of hope that the two of you could work out.

Now that hope is hanging by a thread and maybe it's time for Chris to finally latch onto it.

He had no control over life's plans and he shouldn't be fearful because of it. There was no amount of apologies he could give that would excuse his actions, yet still, he grew hopeful.

At last, he found it in himself to dig up his desires and lay them out on the table. He loves you. Not just as a best friend but also as a lover, a confidant, a person willing to do any and everything to make you happy.

His voice wavers, but for once he feels confident in his choice of words.

"I don’t want to run anymore.”

You release a shaky breath. “Then don’t.”

Without another thought, he walks forwards. You choke out a sob while he embraces you, tears flowing rapidly from his touch. His hand cradles your head as he rocks the both of you back and forth. Passively he presses soft kisses against your forehead. “I’m so sorry,” he weeps.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Every fucking part of you is engraved into my soul. You’ve always been my life partner and nothing's gonna change that. Nothing you hear me?”

You choke out a small “yes.”

“You’re beautiful, smart, and the only damn person who willingly puts up with me. This entire time I was scared of losing you just to end up letting you slip from my grasp anyways. And I’m never gonna forgive myself for that sweetheart but there’s something I’ve been aching to say that I should’ve said a long time ago.”

Sniffling, you stare up at him. His eyes are bloodshot, months' worth of worry and stress showing itself clearly.

“I love you. And not just as my best friend, but as everything you are and ever will be to me. I love you so damn much that it hurts and I’ll spend every day on my knees begging for your forgiveness regardless of whether or not we end up together.”

You let out a disheartening laugh as he sinks to the ground without a care about who sees.

His hand slips into his shirt, pulling out a little silver chain necklace with a familiar ring in the center. He unclasps the jewelry, letting it pool into his palm to show you.

“I’ve made so many promises over the years and every single one I’ve intended on keeping. Regardless of what you say, I need you to keep this for me. I swore it to you.”

He places the ring into your hand, closing your fingers around the metal forcefully. “I love you.”

You stare down at the cheap arcade ring solemnly. Slowly you slip it onto your ring finger until it can’t go any further. “It’s a little tight.” Your light laughter turns into a sob and Chris can’t help but chuckle too.

The two of you must look idiotic right now.

Grabbing his arm for him to stand up, you hold his gaze before pressing your lips against his. His eyes widen in shock before allowing himself to drown in your affection. Wrapping his arms around you, he moans softly. Your touch has always been euphoric but now more than ever he craves it.

“Say it again,” you whisper.

He presses his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

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About damn time Chris stopped playing. Anyways— one more chapter left!

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Hi, first i wanted to say that i love your page so much

And second, I was curious to ask you if you could make headcanons of Onceler as a father of a baby. I'm curious how it would be, if it bothers you, don't worry.

Thank youu :)

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─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; CUUTTEEE AND THANK YOU

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

while onceler is known for silly demeanor, his heart softens into a puddle when he holds his baby for the first time. he can't believe how tiny and fragile this little life is, and he's surprisingly gentle in his interactions.

becoming a father awakens a whole new level of protectiveness in him. he's hyper-aware of potential dangers and goes above and beyond to ensure the baby's safety, sometimes to the point of being slightly overbearing.

onceler quickly adapts to the erratic sleep schedule of a newborn. he's there for those late-night feedings, soothing the baby back to sleep, and waking up bleary-eyed for those early morning diaper changes.

parenthood is a learning experience, and onceler isn't exempt from this. he might fumble with diaper changes, struggle to figure out which baby products are the best, and sometimes just sit there, staring at his baby in wonder.

onceler has a surprisingly soothing voice, and he finds himself singing lullabies to his baby. his favorite moments are when he's sitting in a rocking chair, softly singing and swaying, watching as his baby's eyes droop closed.

as the baby grows a little, onceler's creative side comes out during playtime. he constructs makeshift forts out of blankets, makes funny faces to elicit giggles, and uses his storytelling skills to create imaginative worlds.

onceler doesn't shy away from getting his hands dirty. he's the first to join in on finger painting sessions or let the baby squish mashed vegetables between their tiny fingers during mealtime.

the baby quickly becomes a mini version of onceler, inheriting some of his mannerisms and expressions. the sight of their baby giving him a sassy look or trying to mimic his signature pose is both hilarious and heartwarming.

onceler beams with pride whenever he's out and about with his baby. he loves showing them off to his friends, family, and anyone who will listen. he might even carry around a pocketful of baby pictures to share at a moment's notice.

above all, onceler's love for his baby is fierce and unwavering.

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Nine of Swords. Art by Nara Lesser, from Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot.

Someone is going to have to beg me to stop doing Snow Queen cards – it won’t work, though.

I was a little stumped on this till a friend suggested the Snow Queen and it was just PERFECT. I know I’ve been a little dismissive of Kay previously, and in general he is pretty awful. BUT if you read the the demon glass getting caught in his eye and heart as a metaphor for depression, suddenly Kay is infinitely more understandable and everything makes a sad sense. And then if you go one step further and wonder why a nearly pubescent child might be suddenly depressed and also acting out this very exaggerated stereotypical masculinity it becomes very easy to read Kay as a trans child in a time and place when that would barely have been imaginable for them.

“I think it is gone,” he said. But it was not gone; it was one of those bits of the looking-glass—that magic mirror, of which we have spoken—the ugly glass which made everything great and good appear small and ugly, while all that was wicked and bad became more visible, and every little fault could be plainly seen. Poor little Kay had also received a small grain in his heart, which very quickly turned to a lump of ice. He felt no more pain, but the glass was there still. “Why do you cry?” said he at last; “it makes you look ugly. There is nothing the matter with me now. Oh, see!” he cried suddenly, “that rose is worm-eaten, and this one is quite crooked. After all they are ugly roses, just like the box in which they stand,” and then he kicked the boxes with his foot, and pulled off the two roses.

“Kay, what are you doing?” cried the little girl; and then, when he saw how frightened she was, he tore off another rose, and jumped through his own window away from little Gerda.

When she afterwards brought out the picture book, he said, “It was only fit for babies in long clothes,” and when grandmother told any stories, he would interrupt her with “but;” or, when he could manage it, he would get behind her chair, put on a pair of spectacles, and imitate her very cleverly, to make people laugh. By-and-by he began to mimic the speech and gait of persons in the street. All that was peculiar or disagreeable in a person he would imitate directly, and people said, “That boy will be very clever; he has a remarkable genius.” But it was the piece of glass in his eye, and the coldness in his heart, that made him act like this. He would even tease little Gerda, who loved him with all her heart. His games, too, were quite different; they were not so childish. One winter’s day, when it snowed, he brought out a burning-glass, then he held out the tail of his blue coat, and let the snow-flakes fall upon it. “Look in this glass, Gerda,” said he; and she saw how every flake of snow was magnified, and looked like a beautiful flower or a glittering star. “Is it not clever?” said Kay, “and much more interesting than looking at real flowers. There is not a single fault in it, and the snow-flakes are quite perfect till they begin to melt.”

Soon after Kay made his appearance in large thick gloves, and with his sledge at his back. He called up stairs to Gerda, “I’ve got to leave to go into the great square, where the other boys play and ride.” And away he went.”

Sorry, that’s a long excerpt, but it just builds Kay’s sudden coldness and disdain for girlish things really nicely. And it just happens that I had already drawn the Snow Queen as non-binary way back in the major arcana – in this reading you could see them as taking Kay because they see a reflection of themselves and intend to take away Kay’s pain in the only way they can.

Anyhow, nine of swords! Depression and maybe dysphoria! Fun times!

#Nara Lesser #Neurotic Owl’s Faerytale Tarot #Nine of Swords #Nine #Swords #Minor Arcana #Tarot #Folklore #The Snow Queen

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Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x Reader)

AN// Who would have thought that smut was so hard to write (its not in this chapter, sorry y’all, I’m still struggling through it!). I can’t tell if you guys liked the last chapter or not, but here it is!

Also, side note, I am still trying to work on the Bokuto fic soon if anyone is still reading... I finally have a break from school lol

TW// Murder, mafia stuff. Tbh I think this chapter is fairly mundane. Maybe a little drinking and drug use references.

WC// >2.2K

Chapter 8

Ushijima held out his hand and Y/n met his to shake it. However, instead of meeting her halfway, his hand gently clasped her fingers and he brought them to his lips gently. Y/n’s face grew warm again. God you have to get this blushing thing under control. You’re embarrassing yourself…

“And your name?” … but, damn, I could get used to this; meeting all of Suna’s classy friends.

“Y/n.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair, resting one hand on the table to swirl the wine in his glass absently.

“So, I haven’t seen you around any of these events before. Have you two recently become acquainted?” He took a sip of the pale golden liquid in the glass delicately.

Y/n’s mind went blank and she tried to mimic his actions with her wine. Oh God, what do I tell him? I can’t just come out and admit that I work for him because my brother made some bad business decisions and idiotically traded me to pay off his debts. I didn’t even think about this. She tried to drag out her sip to buy some time, but every excuse that came to her mind was worse than the last.

“Right, I… uh met him a few months ago at his club…” She trailed off hoping that her silence wasn’t as painfully obvious to him as it was to her. Fortunately, the waiter walked by at that moment and she was able to break the conversation momentarily to order. She silently thanked him for pouring her more wine to occupy her hands.

“Ah, I see. And what do you do?” His questions seemed innocent enough, but Y/n felt like he was reading her mind about all the topics she couldn’t explain without completely embarrassing herself.

“Well, I graduated from medical school in the states, but I came back to practice here.”

Y/n hoped he wouldn’t ask whether she actually was practicing, but at this point she felt like she was just trying to draw out the conversation, desperately grasping for any way to steer the topic away from how she knows Suna.

Her prayers seemed to be answered when he took her answer at face value. “That’s interesting, Y/n, beautiful and intelligent. Admirable qualities in a woman.” He raised his glass as if to toast her and took another sip from his glass, emptying it. As if on cue, another waiter swooped over to fill his glass again as he held it out and was gone again in a second. The ethereal aura around this man was intoxicating.

“So, Ushijima, what do you do?” The minute the words left her mouth, a pang of fear gripped her chest. She knew better than to be asking people of his caliber questions about their profession. Oh God, now I’m gonna be swept off to some warehouse and they’re going to dump my body in some alley a few days from now with a bullet in the back of my head. Idiot…

But Ushijima only chuckled at the sudden panicked expression on her face. “I am somewhat of a business man like Suna is. We dabble in different markets, but our work is essentially the same.” Y/n signed heavily, allowing the tension to leave her body. Your imagination is too wild for your own good.

“I do enjoy my work, however, hard it may be. It allows me to attend events such as these and meet elegant, clever women such as you.”

Y/n could feel a small smile grace her cheeks at his charms, confidence building in her with his compliments, instead of diffidence. The longer she talked with him, the deeper his eyes felt, his gaze fixed on her seemingly enraptured. She examined his features distractedly; his strong jaw cut from stone, his arms clearly toned despite the suit that was concealing them, his chest broad and firm…

Suddenly, a hand fell on the table next to her, and she could feel heat radiating from someone close behind her. Her head jolted to the side to see a large ringed hand flat against the table next to her glass, familiar tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of the suit jacket.

“Suna,” Ushijima regarded the man behind her with newfound formality and a terse stare.

“I see you’ve acquainted yourself with Y/n,” Suna replied. She could nearly feel a drop in the temperature.

“She is a remarkable woman, Suna, I can’t believe you haven’t brought her around here earlier. I heard you two met over two months ago,” He shook his head and tsked a few times, “It is a wonder that you two met each other considering your business endeavors. She doesn’t strike me as an… ecdysiast.” The hand beside her clenched slightly, and Y/n glanced up to see an expression on Suna’s face that she had never seen before. Her heart stopped for a moment; his sage eyes seemed to be glowing, and though his facial expression was unreadable, she imagined that this is where they got the phrase “if looks could kill”.

Y/n squirmed a little in her chair, becoming increasingly unnerved at this sudden change in the tone of the conversation. Seeing Suna like this was alarming and the air around her became thick. Her breaths shallowed, and she leaned back into Suna subconsciously, desperately clinging to any comfort to ground her again.

When she looked back at Ushijima, the joviality that she had witnessed earlier was gone, as if she had hallucinated it. His eyes had become cold and were no longer reminiscent of the night sky, but instead dark pits come to envelop her whole.

“I see that the time has come for me to withdraw to my table, but it was a pleasure Y/n. I hope that I get another chance to speak to you again soon.” He offered his hand again, just as he did when he first sat at her table, but Y/n recoiled imperceptibly at his approach. She faked a meek smile, hoping he wouldn’t offend at her slight, but he retracted with a shrug and drifted off toward a dark corner of the room.

“Are you okay?” Suna asked quietly. Over the din of the room, Y/n almost missed it; she was shocked that she had been deceived by someone who had seemed so charming and personable. As she turned, he was sitting in his chair right next to her, leaning into take a look at her closely.

“I’m fine. Just a little shook up.” Y/n answered quietly. “Who was that guy?”

“Do not engage with him again,” Suna answered. “He’s…” he trailed off, leaving the end of the sentence hanging in the thickening air. Despite the hundreds of people around her, Y/n was chilled to her core, and she let out a little shiver. Suna stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers lingering over her soft skin.

A few moments later, the waiters brought out their dinner and set the dishes in front of each of them. Suna retracted his hand and thanked them as they left, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s. She took a deep breath and he grabbed her hand to give it a small squeeze before turning to eat quietly. She followed suit, though much of her appetite had vanished. Occasionally, Y/n would gather the courage to steal a glance at Ushijima and every time he was staring right back.

As they finished eating, the woman at the microphone stopped and the band quieted for her to speak.

“Alright, you cool cats, I’m gonna slow this next one down for you. Grab your ladies or your gentlemen and get out here for a little blast from the past.” As she finished, My Eyes Adored You by Frankie Valli began to flow from the band on the stage. One by one, couples made their way to the floor below the stage. Y/n noticed that each of the powerful families and their children remained in their seats.

“Would you like to dance?” She turned in her seat to the sight of Suna standing behind her, hand outstretched for her to take. Y/n couldn’t help but to admire his chiseled form for the second time that night and she sat there transfixed for a moment before she could get herself to squeak out an answer.

“Uh… Yeah, I’d love to.” She offered her hand and he led her to the center of the crowd. He slipped a hand on her waist, the other taking her hand and slotting their fingers together. She laid her other hand on his shoulder. Had she been aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed all the eyes on them, rocking slowly to the music. Instead, she felt as if the world had darkened around them. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she hoped that he couldn’t read the thoughts running through her mind.

She was absolutely bewitched by him.

They danced there, swaying in a circle for half the song. Y/n had laid her head on his shoulder, and his arm curled tighter around her, pressing their bodies together firmly. She could smell the cologne on his neck, a deep musky smell with hints of cedarwood and blackberry. His strong hand spread across the small of her back, and she felt as if she wasn’t in a room filled with dangerous people, dancing with a man who murdered someone in front of her only a few months ago. Here in his arms, she could almost forget that she is a debt still unpaid.

Almost.

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked up into those mesmerizing eyes, attempting to read his expression. His features were soft, and for the first time since she met him, he looked almost happy. The corner of his lip quirked up subtly and a faraway look graced his eyes.

“Suna?”

“Yes, bunny?”

She paused, not knowing how to proceed. She had the urge to blurt out everything that she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to tell him that despite everything that has happened in the last two months, he made her feel safe. Despite her brother’s betrayal and his subsequent capture, she trusted this man holding her so close. Despite the business he conducts, the danger he is constantly involved in, despite even the threat from Ushijima just minutes ago, she…

“I–” she hesitated.

Fuck, I think I’m in love with him.

“I’ve had a wonderful time tonight.” She sighed out her answer, restraining the confession that was so desperately trying to claw its way to the surface.

“I’m glad. I’m sorry that I scared you earlier, but I never imagined that he would show his face here.”

“I’m fine. I trust you.”

Suna smiled slightly, looking down at Y/n with softness. They danced to two more songs like that before retiring to their table for one more glass of wine. Y/n looked Suna up and down once again that night, and she couldn’t tell if it was the wine or the adrenaline or both, but she swore that he was looking more and more attractive with every minute. On her third glass of the night, Y/n was also finding it hard to steal glances discreetly. Suna seemed to notice as well, because towards the end of the night, every time she looked over to him, he seemed to be staring at her sultrily. Soon enough, the night was over and Suna was calling to have the car pulled around. They walked out as they had walked in, her arm hooked in his.

Waiting on the curb when they stepped out of the front was Ren, as if he hadn’t moved from earlier. He opened the door for them both and Suna offered his hand to help Y/n into the car. Before he slipped in, he whispered something to the towering chauffer and slid onto the bench seat next to her, shutting the divider between the cabin and the back.

“Suna?” Y/n asked breathily, wine coursing through her veins.

“Rintaro.”

“What?”

“I want you to call me by my first name; Rintaro.”

“Rintaro?” She batted it around in her head for a minute before proceeding with a small smile. “Rin. I like Rin better.”

When she looked over to him, his eyes were transfixed on hers in an expression she could only describe as shock. He seemed to freeze in time, though she didn’t miss the glance he stole at her lips for a fraction of a second. The breath caught in her throat and she too froze in place.

Time seemed to halt. She wasn’t even aware that the car was moving; she felt like even the air around her was still. His olive-green eyes were piercing her own and she couldn’t look away. The smile slipped from her cheeks as her brain raced in the quiet of the cabin. Suna’s hand tucked a small strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear but lingered next to her face. Y/n could nearly feel the heat radiating off his palm and she felt like if something didn’t happen soon, she would implode. His face did seem much closer; so close that she could feel his shallow, warm breaths on her skin. She glanced down to his plush lips, just to steal a glimpse, and when she looked up, his eyes were boring holes into hers.

“Bunny?”

“Yes, Rin?”

His hand moved to her chin, eyes fixed on her bottom lip, his thumb pulling it gently. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”

“Then kiss me.”

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Relaxation Revolution: Exploring the Comforts of Shiatsu Electric Massage Chairs

In today's fast-paced world, finding moments of relaxation and tranquility can feel like a luxury. However, with the rise of innovative technology, achieving serenity in the comfort of your own home has become more accessible than ever. Enter the Shiatsu electric massage chair - a revolutionary piece of furniture designed to melt away stress, soothe tired muscles, and elevate your relaxation experience to new heights. Shiatsu electric massage chairs

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Embracing Comfort Tech A Revolution in Everyday Living

In the fast-paced, technology-driven world we inhabit, our quest for convenience and comfort has led to the emergence of a fascinating and transformative trend – Comfort Tech. This innovative field encompasses a diverse range of technologies and products designed to enhance our daily lives, prioritizing comfort and well-being. From smart homes to wearable devices, Comfort Tech is reshaping the way we experience and interact with our surroundings.

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Top 6 Benefits of Using Flight Simulator for Gaming

Are you a gaming enthusiast looking for a new and exciting experience that goes beyond traditional genres? Look no further than the captivating world of flight simulators.

Whether you're a seasoned pilot or just someone curious about aviation, flight simulators offer a unique and immersive gaming experience that goes beyond the ordinary. In this blog post, we'll explore the top 6 benefits of using a flight simulator Xbox for gaming.

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The feeling of sitting in the cockpit, controlling every aspect of your flight, is truly unmatched. Whether you're a flying enthusiast or a casual gamer, the authenticity of a flight simulator adds a thrilling dimension to your gaming adventures.

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Engage in multiplayer sessions, join virtual airlines, and participate in organized events. The sense of camaraderie among flight simulator enthusiasts adds a social element to the gaming experience, creating lasting friendships and shared memories.

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The constant need to assess and react to different situations enhances your problem-solving skills, multitasking abilities, and overall cognitive function. It's not just a game; it's a mental workout that keeps your mind sharp and engaged.

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Tailor your gaming experience to suit your preferences with the extensive customization options offered by flight simulators. Adjust the weather conditions, choose different aircraft models, and even create your own virtual airline.

The flexibility and freedom to customize every aspect of your virtual flying experience ensure that each session is unique and tailored to your preferences. It's your world to explore and conquer.

Conclusion

The benefits of using a flight simulator Xbox for gaming are as vast as the open skies. The realism, educational opportunities, global exploration, community engagement, cognitive challenges, and customization options make it a truly exceptional gaming experience.

So, buckle up, prepare for take-off, and let the world of virtual aviation unfold before your eyes.

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Discover the Bliss of Electric Massagers: Your Path to Relaxation and Well-Being

In our fast-paced world, it's easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of daily life, leading to stress, tension, and body aches. Thankfully, there's a modern solution that can bring you relaxation and well-being right in the comfort of your own home – electric massagers. These fantastic devices have gained popularity for their user-friendliness and ability to melt away stress and tension. In this blog, we'll introduce you to electric massagers, their types, and the incredible benefits they offer.

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Electric massagers are innovative gadgets designed to provide you with soothing massages, just like a professional therapist would. Whether you're dealing with muscle soreness, stress, or simply want to pamper yourself, these devices are here to make life more relaxed and enjoyable.

Types of Electric Massagers

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Shiatsu Massage Chairs: Imagine having a personal massage chair in your living room. Shiatsu massage chairs mimic the techniques of professional massage therapists by kneading, rolling, and applying pressure to your entire body. They're a luxury for those who want to unwind after a long day.

Foot Massagers: If your feet bear the brunt of a tough day, electric foot massagers are your best friend. They combine various massage techniques, air compression, and heat therapy to rejuvenate your tired feet.

Neck and Shoulder Massagers: These devices are specifically designed to relieve tension in your upper body. With heat and massage, they offer a blissful escape from neck and shoulder pain.

The Perks of Electric Massagers

Stress Relief: Electric massagers are like stress-busters, helping your body release endorphins, which are your natural "feel-good" chemicals. As stress ebbs away, you'll feel more relaxed and centered.

Pain Management: Are you tired of those nagging aches and pains? Electric massagers are known to ease muscle tension, offering relief from back pain, neck pain, and even headaches.

Convenient Pampering: No need to schedule appointments or travel to a spa. Electric massagers are at your beck and call, letting you customize your massages to fit your mood and preferences.

Improved Blood Circulation: These magical devices enhance blood circulation, promoting better overall health. Say goodbye to that "pins and needles" feeling!

Sweet Dreams: With electric massagers as part of your relaxation routine, you'll enjoy better sleep quality, as your body becomes accustomed to relaxation and comfort.

Conclusion

Electric massagers in USA are your passport to relaxation, pain relief, and a healthier, happier you. Whether you're an athlete, a busy professional, or simply someone who values their well-being, these user-friendly devices can bring you the rejuvenation you deserve. Try one today and embark on a journey to a more relaxed and balanced life. Your well-being is just a massage away!

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Rejuvenate and Recharge Post-Hike with a Body Massager!

After an exhilarating day of hiking through rugged terrains and breathtaking landscapes, it's only natural to yearn for some much-needed relaxation. Aching muscles, tired feet, and a fatigued body demand a respite, and what better way to find solace than unwinding using a body massager? These miraculous devices have become the ultimate companions for those seeking to unwind and rejuvenate in the comfort of their own homes.

Imagine stepping into your cozy abode after conquering those challenging trails, feeling the weight of the world slowly melt away as you use your leg massager to soothe those sore muscles. With a touch of a button, a leg or foot massager machine comes to life, enveloping your tired limbs in a rhythmic symphony of relief. The combination of heat, pressure, and kneading action transports you to a realm of absolute bliss, leaving you ready to conquer yet another adventure tomorrow. But what exactly makes these home massagers a must-have addition to your post-hiking routine? In this article, we delve into the benefits of how having a portable massager at home can transform your post-hiking recovery experience into an oasis of tranquility.

Hiking takes a toll on your leg muscles, pushing them to their limits. Whether you've traversed rugged terrains or climbed steep inclines, your legs deserve some extra care. A leg massager can provide exactly that, with its specialized techniques and features designed to alleviate muscle soreness and promote blood circulation. These devices employ various massage techniques, such as kneading, rolling, and compression, to release tension and stimulate recovery.

Imagine settling into your favourite chair and using a foot massager machine that envelops your feet with gentle yet invigorating pressure. The rhythmic movements mimic the hands of a professional masseuse, kneading away fatigue and helping to reduce swelling and inflammation. As the massager works its magic, you'll feel the tension melt away, leaving your legs feeling refreshed and revitalized.

While your legs may be the focus of your hiking exertions, it's important not to neglect the rest of your body. A full body massager can provide a comprehensive and deeply relaxing experience. The massager will help you to unwind from head to toe after a long, and tiring day of hiking outdoors. This versatile machine often comes with multiple massage modes. The multiple modes of massage allow you to customize your session according to your preferences and specific needs.

When you return from a hike, the stress accumulated in your upper body, shoulders, and back can be immense. Using a body massager, you can target these areas, releasing the tension and promoting muscle recovery. With features such as adjustable intensity levels and heat therapy, you can tailor the massage to your comfort. A relaxing massage is sure to soothe your aching muscles and give you a sense of tranquility.

Hiking is an excellent way to stay active and enjoy the great outdoors. However, this strenuous outdoor activity can also leave you feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. After a physically demanding day, it's crucial to prioritize your mental well-being as well. Body and foot massagers can be your ticket to stress relief and improved sleep quality.

Massage therapy has long been recognized as a natural stress reliever, helping to reduce anxiety and promote relaxation. The gentle pressure and soothing vibrations of a massager stimulate the release of endorphins, the body's natural feel-good chemicals, leaving you in a state of blissful calm. You can add a massage session into your post-hiking routine to help you unwind both physically and mentally. It will also help you in restoring balance to your body and mind.

Furthermore, the relaxation induced by a body or leg massager can pave the way for a restful night's sleep. As your muscles loosen up and tension dissipates, you'll find it easier to drift off into a deep slumber. Quality sleep is essential for muscle repair and overall recovery, ensuring that you wake up refreshed and ready for your next hiking adventure.

Investing in a body or foot massager machine is a valuable addition to your post-hiking routine, bringing comfort and rejuvenation to your weary body. These devices offer a convenient way to enjoy the benefits of massage therapy from the comfort of your own home. You can alleviate muscle soreness, reduce stress, and enhance your overall well-being simply by adding regular massage sessions to your post-hiking relaxation regimen. So, after your next exhilarating hike, treat yourself to ten minutes of a massage that will help you relax and unwind after a long day of outdoor activities.

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