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arminsumi · 5 months

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i know you already made one but i NEED more mean dom! armin arlert to readd 🙏 it’s not a want anymore it’s a NEED for him to say the most evil, diabolically, appalling shit to my face. this man can destroy me however he wants. i need this man to degrade me so bad.

🔞 You're So Mean!

★ Note : mean dom armin? HMM. i cooked this up, hope it's nutritious!

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+ "sl*t"/"wh*re"/"b*tch", dom!Armin, mean!Armin, condescending dirty talk, rough sex, toys, edging, he takes a pic of ur orgasm face, breeding, creampies

He has a cooing, sweet voice when he talks down at you after cumming all over your face.

"Aw, you look so sweet with your tongue out for me. Like a pathetic little puppy. Come crawl over onto my lap and lick me clean now."

You're riding his lap — sorry wait no, correction; he's making you ride his lap and practically bouncing you up and down on his cock. And you're just holding onto his shirt's suspenders, blanking on his cock as it hits deeper and harder with each thrust.

"Nasty fucking slut." he smiles cutely, "Listen to how loud that pussy is. You should be ashamed of how wet you are."

His tone sounds praising and you're so fucked-out when he's got you folded over and restrained over his desk. So you just think he's praising you, you're barely registering the vileness of his dirty talk.

"Baby, you're so pretty, 'm gonna breed your cunt tonight 'n put a baby in you. I think you'll like that, huh? Yeah a slutty little succubus like you loves creampies."

He especially loves taking you from the back, so he can grab your neck from the back and pull you back, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes.

"Min, 'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" you cry. He just gives you this naughty smile, "Oh baby, bad girls don't deserve to cum. Maybe if you beg I'll change my mind, though. So beg."

"Please! Daddy!" you beg. He's awful, he uses your cock-drunk state to his advantage and makes you beg until your voice goes hoarse.

"That's it, keep begging like a god damn slut. Gonna make me blow my load inside you, pretty girl." he's edged you until your mind melted like a popsicle stick in the heat.

Your knees buckle, he has to keep you upright. His pale, soft hands come down to rub frantic circles at your clit. "Let's make that lil' clit feel good." he grins devilishly against your ear.

Oops! He edges you again and jerks his cock over your pussy 'till he cums, painting your slit white with creamy cum.

"Please! I was so close! I need—mmm fuck!" he shuts you up by stuffing a vibrator into your pussy and letting it buzz at max.

"Aw, I know you were close that's why I edged you, you dumb fucking slut. But look, I'll be a nice boy for you and let you cum this time as long as you tell me you love me, baby."

He almost laughs at how quickly you tell him your I love yous. Over and over. You're incoherent, hole clenching around the G-spot clit vibe, arching and thrusting your hips to help your orgasm along faster.

"Look at that slutty cunt working for its orgasm." he mocks, using one hand to spread your plush ass wide enough until both your holes are exposed. "You're so beautiful. Now you can cum baby, come on chase it like a good puppy and cum for me."

Your eyes roll back, you pant and make the most erotic expression as you cum which Armin mocks. He takes a picture of your cumming face and shows it to you as you come down from your orgasm.

"Isn't she a slutty bitch?" he smiles, then his thumb goes to press the little heart so that picture is favorited in his gallery.

"Miiin, you're so mean!" you complain half-heartedly.

"Yeah, well, you asked for it." he kisses your tear-stained cheek. "Not my fault I caught a kinky bitch, is it?"

Oops. Yeah well you can't deny it — you practically begged your nice boyfriend to degrade you, didn't you? He was so sweet in the beginning but now he loves fucking you until tears stream down your cheeks.

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, violence, smut.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 2

It had been 3 weeks since you had gone to your first Hellfire Club meeting, and 3 weeks since Eddie had fallen head over fucking heels for you.

He'd liked you before sure, a harmless crush, but now he knew you were into good music and his favourite fantasy game? Consider him a truly smitten kitten.

And now, when you turn up to school in a Hellfire shirt, ripped jeans and that fucking jacket, Eddie could have kissed you right then and there in Ms O'Donnell's class.

"Hey," you grin as you take your usual seat next to him, sliding him a brown paper bag over to him. "So it turns out that Mountain Dew, cigarettes and Cheetos aren't a substantial diet, so I accidentally on purpose made extra chicken salad today. Figured you'd need some more sustenance y'know, got a feeling tonight's session is going to be killer."

"Hey, I eat other stuff too."

"Twinkies and coffee also don't have fantastic nutritional value, Munson." You tease, rolling your eyes. "Ever heard of a vegetable? Y'know, the healthy green stuff?"

"Oh, I'm into the green stuff alright." Eddie grins, eluding to his precious stash. You give him an exasperated look. "I'm kidding. Thanks. And the uh, the shirt looks good."

"Thanks," you smile, tucking some hair behind your ear. Were you...blushing?? "So, um, I was wondering-"

"Miss Y/L/N, is there something that you need from Mr Munson right this very second?" Ms O'Donnell glares at the pair of you.

"I mean, I guess it could wait, 5, maybe 10 minutes?" You quip, making Eddie chuckle. The old bat doesn't seem to be in as bad a mood as usual today, so somehow you narrowly escape detention but earn yourself an extra 5 chapters on the reading for over the weekend.

Later on, when Eddie is diving in to the fucking delightful chicken salad, the Hellfire Club, minus you as unfortunately you had yet to be released from the grip of the cheerleading table, don't miss the unusually nutritious food their glorious leader is consuming.

"Jesus, Eddie, is that an actual sandwich you're eating?" Gareth teases, for which he gets a mini pretzel to the face.

"Is that what Y/N gave you in English this morning?" Jeff smirked and Eddie rolled his eyes. "It is! She's making food for you?! Damn, when's the wedding?"

Eddie shot him a warning glare and it was clear that this was not a topic to be joked about.

"Jesus." Jeff grumbled, shrinking back in his seat.

"I still can't believe we have a cheerleader in Hellfire," grinned the Henderson kid, clearly loving the events of the last 2 weeks a little too much. The heart eyes the little nerd made at you each week over the table during campaigns was almost laughable.

"She's not just a cheerleader, Henderson," Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of sandwich. Because you weren't. You were a pretty cool person, who liked kick ass music and liked fantasy games, but who could also get her leg above her head, not that Eddie had been thinking about that very much at all-

"Hey, Eddie! Hi guys!" Your voice snaps Eddie out of his rapidly approaching dangerous thoughts and he realises you're stood next to him, your perfume wafting over and Eddie kind of wants to just inhale you.

The rest of the table greets you and then go back to their conversations, mostly about band practice, AV club or possible new campaign ideas. Eddie turns to look at you, smiling.

"What's up?"

"So, I was trying to say before we got interrupted earlier, I was wondering if you're going to be going to Jason's party tonight?" You smile, a hopeful look on your face. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Uh, gee, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail," he grins. Like he was getting an invite to that douche fest. It would be the last place on earth he'd ever be caught-

You laugh. "Well, it's a good thing I'm inviting you verbally then, huh?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You want me to come?" Eddie's eyes were practically like saucers now. Was he definitely hearing this right?!

"Of course! I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured you'd probably get a few extra customers there and I don't wanna be stuck by myself all night. These things get kinda boring when you don't have someone to distract you from the god awful music." You shrug, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

Goddamn you were too cute.

Eddie sighs. If he was going to suffer through this, at least he could make some extra cash.

And be with you.

"Fuck it, yeah, I'll come."

"Awesome! Pick me up at 7.30?" You hand him a scrap of paper with your address on it. He frowns at it.

"Pick you up? Like a-"

"Like a date, if you want?" Your tone was hopeful, eager, and the biggest shocker was that you were completely serious. You weren't joking. You were actually asking him out. Eddie cleared his throat.

"Shouldn't this, uh, be the other way around?" He gestured between you both, and you shrug.

"I got tired of waiting. So, are we on?"

"It's a date, sweetheart."

***

At 7.30 on the dot, Eddie is waiting outside your house in his van, anxiously checking his own breath again. He was pretty pleased with how he looked tonight, his usual ratty band shirts or Hellfire shirt replaced with simple black tshirt and jeans without holes in, a red plaid shirt and his trusty leather jacket. His hair wasn't too unruly either, which made a nice change, and he was freshly showered and shaved.

Wayne had caught him dabbing aftershave on in the tiny trailer bathroom, hissing at the sting, and thanked whoever was sat on their asses in the sky that his nephew had finally found a date that wasn't a six-pack and a large pizza.

You stepped out of your front door and Eddie just about passed away. You were wearing a simple, short and sleevless black dress, one that clung to you in all the right places, with a chunky belt around your middle. Your legs were bare right down to your Dr Martens. You looked...ethereal. Breath taking.

Your face lit up the moment you locked eyes with Eddie and you walked up to the driver's side window.

"Hey, handsome. We match." You grin, gesturing to your predominantly black outfits.

"That we do," Eddie chuckled, pretending his cheeks weren't warming at you calling him handsome. "Ready to go, cutie?"

Well, if you could call him names...

He definitely noticed your cheeks flushing at that.

The drive to the party was a relatively short one, you and Eddie discussing your favourite Black Sabbath tracks, and whether you think Ozzy really did bite the head off of that bat.

"Bats are so cute! It had to be fake, there's no way." You'd said, a little pout on your face as you talked about it.

"Oh it was real, the way it bled and shit?? There's no way that could be faked." Eddie chuckled. "So fucking metal."

"So fucking gross, what if he got rabies?!" You laugh, sticking your tongue out in disgust. "You know, this isn't good first date conversation."

"It isn't? Damn, I must be a little rusty from the non-existent dating life I have." Eddie smirked. "You have better conversations with uh, whats his name, Anderson??"

The way you frown at him makes Eddie think that maybe that was a bit of a low blow, past the playful bantering and bordering on a little mean.

"I never dated that asshole. And I never fucked him either." You growl. "He's such a prick, as if I'd ever touch him or his warty dick."

Eddie bursts out laughing. "Warty dick?!"

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you. "He got genital warts from hooking up with some girl from out of state one time. Didn't use a rubber so I guess that's what you get. Plus he's a massive asshole, so he deserves it."

Eddie nods in agreement.

"You know him and his massive asshole buddies are going to be there tonight, right?" He says, leaning forward to check the traffic at the junction he'd pulled up to. You sigh.

"I know, again, that's why I invited you. So I have someone to talk to other than Chrissy or Tammy or Ashley about their upcoming dates or our next competition. I just wanna relax and have fun with a cute guy who wants to actually get to know me, not my pussy."

"You think I'm cute?" Eddie slyly grins and you roll your eyes playfully.

"Don't let it go to your head, Munson."

"Which one?" He jokes and you smack him lightly, laughing hard.

***

A few hours later, you're already a few drinks in, blissfully tipsy. Eddie has had maybe one or two piss weak beers, wanting to stay relatively sober to drive you home and to stay on top of his selling game. Although he'd already made bank within the first hour of the party, so now his main concern was you.

Eddie didn't really know what to do with himself; 99% of the people here hated him and avoided him like the plague. So he was happy just to sit on one of the chairs outside with you as you both smoked, happily chatting and getting to know each other better.

He'd not missed how you'd scooted your chair closer to him, or how occasionally your hand would rest on his arm. You'd not missed how he'd lean into you, or brush his hand over your knee or thigh when he was reaching for something.

Your brain swirled in the best way when Eddie took your hand and helped you up so you could both go and get another drink from the kitchen. He went to pull away after you were on your feet, but you linked your fingers through his and led him inside, pushing through the crowd to reach the drinks.

"I gotta piss," Eddie shouted over the thumping music, giving your hand a squeeze to wordlessly let you know he'd be back. You nodded, grabbing another cup and looking around for the bottle you had been nursing the entire night.

"Wow, Y/N, you fucking the freak now? Made your way through the football, basketball and baseball teams and needed a new challenge?" Anderson's ribbing voice floats over the loud music and you bristle, but ignore him. "Aw, what's wrong baby? Did I touch a nerve?"

"Fuck you Anderson. Take your micro dick and go bother someone else." You snap, finishing mixing your drink and attempting to leave the kitchen. Anderson scoffs, trapping you against the counter with his hefty quarterback frame, his alcohol soaked breath fanning over you making you want to gag.

"You look sexy tonight, Y/N, s'like you're begging to be fucked. You know that freak Munson couldn't do half the shit I could do to you," Anderson slurs and you shudder in disgust.

"What's that? Last 20 seconds and pretend like you rocked my world? I told you once and I'll tell you again, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last creature on earth, Anderson. Fuck. Off." You growl, pushing against him but he doesn't move. He smirks, shoving his hand up your skirt. Your reflexes kick in and you drive your knee up, straight into his crotch as hard as you can. When he staggers backwards clutching his groin, you punch him square between the eyes and hear the sickening sound of bones crunching. The pain that shoots through your hand is quickly dulled by adrenaline as Anderson stumbles backwards onto the floor, blood pouring from his nose. The entire party is silent, save for the music which is still playing.

Eddie pushes his way into the kitchen after returning from the bathroom, and his mouth falls open at the scene in front of him. You, panting with fury, skirt pushed up pretty much to your crotch, fist covered in blood, and Anderson crumpled on the floor, blood pissing out of his nose and groaning in pain. Two of the other football players pick him up, staring at you in shock.

"She's a fucking psycho!" Anderson yells, his voice thick with blood. "See what happens when she starts hanging around with that fucking freak?!"

Eddie blinks and you let out a scream of rage, diving for Anderson again. Eddie is quick to grab you, restraining your arms behind your back as you struggle to get at Anderson.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy, alright? It's not worth it," Eddie says, soothing and low in your ear. "Come on, let's go."

"If you ever touch me again, Anderson, I'll cut your dick off!" You growl, still struggling against Eddie's grip as he practically picks you up and carries you out of the house towards his van.

"Eddie, that motherfucker, he-"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Again with the soothing tone. Eddie pretty much carries you to his van and puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you in. He notices your slight shiver and takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

Eddie gets in and starts to drive.

"Your hand okay?" He asks gently, and you nod. He sneaks a glance at it, already bruised and covered in blood. "Y/N."

"It hurts," you sniff, your tough exterior cracking. "Fucker has a hard face."

Eddie laughs and you shoot him a look. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, just wish I'd have been there to see you throw the punch."

"And the knee to the balls," you smirk, and Eddie winces slightly, knowing how bad it must have hurt.

"Jesus, Y/N. What did he do?" Although Eddie had a sneaking suspicion judging by the way your skirt had been pushed up practically around your waist when he came back from the bathroom.

"Aside from trying to shove his hands into my underwear, tried to tell me he could..." you trail off, not wanting to say it for fear of scaring Eddie off, or weirding him out.

"He could...?" Eddie probed. You sighed, looking out of the window as you spoke.

"Pretty much that he could fuck me better than you ever could." You said quickly, your cheeks once again flushing scarlet. Eddie went silent, swallowing hard. "He's just an asshole, I don't care what he says about me, but when he brought you into it, I-"

"Had to defend my honour?" Smirking, Eddie looks at you. "Listen, sweetheart, I'm glad you beat the shit out of him, he's a fucking bitch and deserved it but you didn't have to do it for me."

"I know." You answer and the conversation falls into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"And I could definitely fuck you better than he ever could." Eddie states, making you burst out laughing.

"Renember earlier how I said dont let it go to your head? That's the kind of shit I meant. No more compliments for you, mister."

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amateurduhhh · 7 months

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What About Me | Harvey x Reader

Summary: A story about how Pelican Town's bus revamp sends Harvy into a world of worry with the farmer.

Content warnings: injury

It was a calm evening in Pelican Town. Closing time was nearing, but Harvey always stood by for any emergencies that may need to be addressed. That was part of the glory that came with living above his practice.

"Okay, Dr. Harvey, I just clocked out, I'm gonna head home now!" Maru declared.

"Alrighty, see you!"

He leaned back in a desk chair, filing paperwork and checking inventory. In a quiet town like Pelican Town, it was relatively uncommon for anyone to need something when he wasn't open. Occasionally, the farmer would pass out in the middle of god-knows-where and that horizon would only be expanded by the new bus repair that was somehow managed.

Harvey didn't mind helping you out. In fact, he found it amusing at first. He understood it may have been hard to fully understand the body's limits with the work experience of an office worker. It was just something to scoff and roll his eyes at. What a silly farmer, he thought.

That is until it became more frequent. It took a copious amount of begging and guidance to improve your habits. Harvey even informed you of the purple mushrooms, starfruit, magma caps and nutritious meals that might keep you in good shape while monsters tear at your flesh. As a result of your constant accidents, he made sure to keep his elixirs extra stocked. He only hoped that the distance from the Calico Desert and Ginger Island from Stardew Valley would encourage you to be safer.

A shrill ring from his phone blared next to him. He sighed and picked up the receiver, holding it to the side of his face. Regretfully, Harvey never even glanced at the number who called. Never did he expect it to be dispatch, calling in about an emergency trauma situation.

"Emergency? How bad is it?" Harvey stood up, and scrambled through the building to prepare for the patient. "Uh- y-yeah, bring ‘em in... I have the supplies."

He prepared an operation room as fast as he could.

The emergency door burst open, and two people propelled a bright yellow stretcher to his operation room. The person was unconscious and blood sprouted out of their arm in sync with their heartbeat. "Patient was found in the Skull Cavern mines of Calico Desert. Patient is hypotensive and we can't find a pulse. We believe they suffered blunt force trauma to the chest. We recorded several medial lacerations on their left arm. There is atrial hemorrhaging–"

"I can see that!" He said. Harvey, examined the patient, his eyes catching sight of the face, causing his stomach to lurch and anger to set in his chest. In his residency, he was always good at handling the sight of blood, broken bones, and organs. It was never an issue. Until they had come from you. It wasn't something he could prepare for. The sight had caused a rock to form in his stomach.

"What the hell," he breathed out in white-hot rage. Harvey was fuming. "Why hadn't you put a tourniquet on their arm yet!"

"Doctor," the paramedic's voice was worried. "Patient's heart rhythm..!"

Harvey's eyes widened at the monitor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no other option than to remain calm.

"Sinus Tachycardia. Shit, the hemothroax is making her heart tamponade. Get me an eighteen gauge needle, I need to get the fluid out of their chest, ASAP."

"I'll prep the EGC first!" A paramedic offered.

"I don't have time for an ECG, dammit!" Harvey snapped. The paramedics scrambled at his outlash for his request.

He felt his nerves explode and knew it was for the worst. Panic made his hands sweat and slick underneath the latex gloves he wore. There was a great tightening in his chest like a furnace of hellfire every time his eyes dared glimpse at yours.

The paramedics prepared the entry site and handed Harvey a large needle. Now he knew he had to get it together. He drew in a sharp, deep breath. To calm his nerves he thought it was good you were unconscious to spare you the image of the largest needle you'd ever seen plunge into your chest.

The thin needle glided through to your flesh, without any navigation Harvey bore the task with nothing but intuition, until the needle penetrated the pericardium. Behind him, one Paramedic had their back turned, unable to watch this infinite medical wager. A true test of a gut feeling.

Sweat slid down Harvey's forehead when he felt the needle had found the pericardium. He steadily lifted the syringe, the paramedic watching it fill with blood while Harvey had his eyes on the heart monitor. A great flood gate of stress opened and deposited his mind to see your heart rhythm steady.

After the surgery, and the departure of the paramedics, Harvey remained slumped against the hospital wall. It took a while for him to work up the energy to be upset. First, he was thankful, second, he was angry. He decided to wait until you woke up to be angry.

Days passed since the surgery.

As of now, he stood weakly beside your bed, he had a tight grip on your hand. His brownish locks swept messily over his eyes, dangling like vines in front of his glasses that slid down his nose. He was no longer wearing his white lab coat and the sleeves of his button down were rolled up, his necktie was nowhere to be seen.

After shock exhaustion hit him hard– something he experience a lot during his career but even harder since it was you on the operating table.

Harvey began coming up with random grievances, many of them being very valid. Like why is there no medical center near a very dangerous mine, let alone a desert. And why must you always venture alone? Especially without telling anyone? Why didn't you think things through before going down there?

A soft groaning sound came from your mostly motionless form. All except your eyelids remained still. A sudden wave of fatigue and a bone chilling pain all over made it almost impossible to move without wanting to die.

"Har... vey...?" you muttered, slightly craning your head to the side. He was just in the corner of your vision. His flustered face in all of its glory.

Harvey's physician instincts kicked in and began checking your vitals as well as asking you questions. "Do you know what day it is?"

"'s it the seventh of sp...ring?" you recalled.

"Where do you live?"

"Stardew Valley."

"Do you know my name?"

"Harvey."

"Now last question," said Harvey, a little irritated. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

It took you a moment to reply. The question didn't quite sound like it had an answer. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out.

"What?" you said, tensing up a little.

"I've lost count of how many times I've asked you to please be careful." His tone was desperate and distraught. You didn't pick up on the sincerity of his voice, being too involved in the pain in your side.

As soon as you realized what this was about, all the tension in your shoulders deflated. You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Come on Harvey. I'm going to be okay."

"You don't know that," he stressed. There was a hot anger in his tone that sent tendrils of worry down your spine. "So stop acting like your skin is made of platinum. You don’t even realize it, but you may just be the luckiest person in the Ferngill Republic! This isn't the first time you came into my clinic an inch away from death and every goddamn time... I don't know if you're going to make it."

You frowned. "Now... wait a minute..." Everytime this happened you saw the way Harvey's jaw locked, waiting for you to go home from his emergency surgery so he could break down over the fact he'd have to do it again.

He felt like his soul was becoming too big for his body, like a shaken Joja Cola threatening to burst. All he could do was tremble with desperation and anger. "You can't go back to Skull Cavern... and don’t think I don’t know about your little ventures into the Ginger Island volcano, hell, even the local mines-- you’ve lost your fucking mind-- you can't--."

You felt indignant. "That isn't your call Harvey." Even in your most vulnerable state, you stood your ground. It made sense to Harvey why you always ventured out into danger. "I can't believe you would even suggest that... that's so... selfish!"

"Maybe it is," he argued.

"What about my job, I make money by doing this! What about me leaving Joja Corporation to be here? The community center, too. Didn't get fixed without a few broken bones. What about that?"

The Joja Cola inside Harvey had finally exploded. A loud thud shook the bedside table and Harvey was standing, fuming. Tears cascaded like waterfalls down his eyes, ignited with fire and determination. His voice was broken and sounded like a scratched CD.

"What about me!" He gestured to himself with intensity. “What about me! Oh, it’s just one crisis after another and it doesn’t seem like a crisis to you, but every time I see you on that goddamn gurney I feel like my world is coming to an end! Dammit, if you come in again, and I can’t save...” he choked on his words. “I thought you were going to die, don’t you get it?”

You clenched your jaw, your face radiated heat. Harvey had scanned your eyes, as if he was frantically searching for something. He must have seen something because seconds after, he looked away, rubbing his eyes from underneath his glasses.

“Would you save me again? If I ignored this little debacle between us. And as soon I could get back up on my feet, and I go back into the mines, come in with a hole in my chest, the size of your hand. Would you save me, if you knew you could? Or… or even if you knew you couldn’t?”

He winced, his moustache wrinkling on his lip. His head bobbed, nonetheless. “You’re so cruel, you know that.” he said, looking at you like you asked what color the sky was. “You have this terrifying grip on me and I don’t think you realize it. I would rather not think of anything like that... you dying. Yet you force me. Not just now, but every time I see you rolling into this hospital. If you died, if you were on my operation table, my emergency room, and you flatlined... I doubt I could bring myself to hold a scalpel again. I am so deeply in love with you. I'd save you a billion times in a billion different lives. Again and again and again, I would save you in a box, with a fox, here or there, or anywhere. I am saving you now, and you’re oblivious. The most potent medicine I can administer for the madness within you is my own goddamn pleading.”

"I'm tired of this," you confessed. There was long a silence of him examining you. There was dark reddish-purple bruising around your face and various large ones dotting the lengths of your appendages. Old bruises that hadn't yet healed reopened and fading lacerations from being handled by Void Spirits throbbed around your wrists. "You're right. I... need a break from the mines. I haven't let myself heal."

Harvey looked caught off guard. He froze, eyes glued to your pathetic, ragged form. Hooked up to countless monitors and machines.

"I can't keep getting hurt like this. I... I try to act like it's no big deal but... I haven't been sleeping, it's so scary. I need stone and ore and money to expand my farm. I've gotten so caught up in boosting my efficiency I've completely turned into who I was when I worked for Joja."

Harvey was silent for a good moment. He took your hand. "(Y/N)," he spoke tenderly, his throat raw and shakey. "You live comfortably enough to take a medical leave from work. Doctor's orders, you understand?"

You frowned. Farming was your passion. But he was right, and the break might raise the prices of your crops if they become higher in demand. You took a deep breath, barely managing a nod. "I'll be awfully bored and lonely if I'm not working." You complained.

"Don't worry." Harvey managed a gentle smile. "I'll make my visits frequent."

"And long."

Harvey smiled. "One day, they'll be permanent."

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yan-lorkai · 9 months

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Good evening! If it’s alright, could you please write some pomefiore boys with a sick reader fluff? I just love how you have portrayed them so far in your work. Thank you!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: anon lmao-- you send this the day I caught the flu, at the time I laughing and coughing at the same time at the coincidence. I'm better now so that means I'm finally finished writing this, hope you like it! ;3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, described symptoms of flu, potions, can be seen as platonic or romantic. Reblogs are appreciated!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Oh, Trickster, if only he could take you in his arms and drown you in his love to heal you, he would without a second thought. First he would look at you with heart in his green eyes, memorizing every feature and line of your face, holding you in his gloved hands and stroking your cheeks. And then, if he could, Rook would lie down beside you and let his hands run up your sides, down your back, down the base of your neck to cup the back of your head, guiding your head to lay down on his chest. Unfortunately he cannot risk getting sick, he has to take care of you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sweat bathed your skin as you shivered and breathed heavily through your mouth, letting out gusts of air spiraling out of sight. You were so weak, with a stuffy nose and a fever that never seemed to cease. And Rook is almost happy to be the one taking care of you in this fragile state of yours, your teary eyes squinting to be able to see him through the tears. You didn't even seem to know what was real or not, delirious with fever, dreams emerging with reality and you not able to tell the difference.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is very observant and he knows what to do and how to act as you exhibit your symptoms, supporting you every step of the way to recovery. Rook whispers words of comfort, efficiently working to ease whatever pain you were feeling as he spoke to you, even though he knew you didn't hear him. He knows that you will at least feel that there is someone there taking care of you. Being a great hunter, he is able to prepare a strong medicine with some herbs that heal you in a few hours and also gave you some soft food and lots of water.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you recover Rook expects compensation in the form of kisses and your company, he's just so needy for your attention. You're his beloved prey, after all.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are like a doll to him, one for him to love and care for, and he is so careful with you, bordering on condescending with the way he demands that you stay in bed and rest while he asks Rook to bring you a hot, nutritious meal. Vil stays by your side the whole time you are sick, reading to you, telling you silly stories or just talking to keep you entertained and comfortable, despite being a little possessive of you he really cares for you a lot and he wants you to get well soon. How else could he kiss your cheek?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vil almost feels sorry for you, so helpless and fragile, so dependent on him, he would feel sorry if this wasn't your punishment for wanting to spend time with your little friends and away from the safety offered by your queen. And he loves every second he can taking care of you, wiping the sweat off your brow and helping you sit up so you can drink your medicine and the potion that is fully intended to cure you, sure, don't doubt it and drink every last drop.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours, your recovery is slow. But at least the cough and fever are gone after the medicine and the potion you drank, your throat still itches and your nose still runs, but you are slowly getting better by listening to Vil's voice and taking the time to rest.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You might not realize it until after you're healthy, but the potion you've drunk certainly takes its toll. You become closer to Vil, preferring his presence to your friends and being away from him becomes agonizing - almost as if you're under a spell. But it's certainly not that bad, is it? His company is much nicer than those nasty potatoes.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel is easy to despair. Should he give you water? But what if you want to eat first, or worse, what if you don't want to eat? Reluctantly he asks Vil and Rook what to do in this situation and follows their advice to the letter, making sure you are medicated and have a box of tissues by your side, he also brings a bucket in case you feel like throwing up but are too weak to get up.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel holds your hand, rubbing his thumb against your warm skin as he tells you about his day and the silly things that happened, the things he would do with you if you weren't sick. He has to resist the temptation to climb into your bed and lie down next to you to comfort you when you have a coughing and sneezing fit, rubbing your back gently and humming a little song as he helps you lie down, fluffing your pillows.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows a great recipe and while you sleep, Epel spends time in the kitchen cooking. He hopes the food is good, he hopes it works for you like it worked for him when he was sick and he was a kid. It's a recipe his grandmother came up with and one that works extremely well, it smells good, it tastes good, and as soon as you wake up he offers you spoonful after spoonful of food, even if you refuse. He will take care of you, whether you like it or not.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you get better, Epel wants you to go on errands with him. He requires some approach after taking care of you, he wants to hear your voice and the things you have to say.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 9 months

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But what would you do if I went to touch you now?What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?

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You appointed your sous chef to run the restaurant while you wanted to work the first few months to get the school lunch system in order. The kitchen facility was much less advanced to what you had access to before and the menu needed a revamp. None of the kids were getting any nutritious meals in and upon further research it was easier to understand why not many students were willing to have their meals here. For the price they were paying, they did not receive food they liked.

The benefit of being from an established restaurant meant you got your own office within the school and it felt empowering. To have your own corner. It felt like as the days passed, your sleeplessness was getting worse and all you could think of was how hard it was to try and be anything else other than what this world expected women to be. You wanted to quit your job or resort to being comfortable with just being in the background.

It was like a new wave of bitterness and futility that had taken every woman by a storm. A few of them were like zombies, not lively as they had once been before. The hallway chatter had died down, a lot of companies began to struggle, all over the world it was becoming more apparent. That if women were taken out of the system, it began to fail on itself.

But through this you were facing another unique challenge on your own. You had asked for time with Ken, to contemplate on that friendship and process his return. You had at minimum expected him to have popped up into your life again to remind you he needed an answer, or buy his way in with treats and flamboyant gestures to convince you he was trying but none of that happened over the past week. He was firstly busy with his schedule but then he never went out of his way to find you. But even if he had done so you would know because you were avoiding him, only out of the need to observe him from afar.

Once the meals for the day and week were sorted all that you needed to do was oversee the execution and make sure the pantry was stocked with the required ingredients while managing the budget. Which gave you a little extra time to snoop around.

You opened up your phone to start the first step, to check if he had any social media presence and your search came up with nothing. He wasn’t anywhere online. He would turn up to school 10 mins early just to be there to welcome the kids who needed to come to library to study and some days would surprise them with a box of donuts.

When you walked down the corridors you would always here the sound of children laughing and him making jokes. The more you observed him to try to find a characteristic that could label him or show you that deep down he was just as bad as any other guy, you couldn’t. There was no flaw.

Come lunch time, he would sit alone to have his meal, his eyes occasionally catching yours when you stood behind the counter and before he could initiate a conversation you would leave, to hide inside the service area.

It was just that when you’ve wanted to be right so badly, admitting defeat to being proven wrong made you feel a lot more humiliated.

You were walking back to your office post the lunch rush when you could hear him down the hallway. His voice animated as he narrated a story and it drew you towards the library door. From the glass window in it, you could seen him, wearing a paper crown while all the other children were gathered around him wearing some form of character related clothing, all taking part in the story telling.

The smile on these toddler’s faces caused you to smile too. But there was one issue that you couldn’t resolve. How was it that he had brought forth a change in himself while you were struggling for it? even after having visited the real world before you did.

“God, he’s so good with kids. It’s unbelievable.”, someone slid up next to you. Turning to see who it was, you found yourself standing next to the school principal.

“He just turned up at my doorstep one day. I was skeptical cause he had no work experience but look at that face.”, she smirked.

You weren’t interested in listening to her take, it astonished you that most failed to value him for his character and only chose to exploit him for his physical beauty.

“Who can stay no to all of that?”, she gossiped but your eyes could only focus on him.

His sandy blonde hair turning golden as it caught the afternoon light, the pastel pink shirt he wore reminded you of where you had come from. It made you feel special, that wherever you were, you and him had that special connection to exist in a world of your own.

“He’s more than that.”, you said confidently to which she hummed half heartedly.

“But just between us girls though. I believe he already has a girlfriend. I tried to kiss him once and he let it slip.”, she shrugged her shoulders as if her comment was well intentioned but it was rather a way of letting you know that you didn’t have any more chance than she did.

“But hey, until I see a ring on that girl’s finger nothing is set in stone.”, she laughed as she patted your arm but you couldn’t find the humor in her statement.

Every day you learnt something new about this city and this place. But to take a step back from your own problems, you only found more. To understand that just as vulnerable as you were, he was too.

As you looked into the class again, his eyes were on you as he settled the kids into their nap time. He stood up, beginning to walk towards you. The hair on your arms stood up with the shameful feeling of having been caught. You weren’t brave enough to stay, to face him. So you bolted the other direction annoyed with yourself that you were behaving like a teenager.

The day was almost over and you were at ease knowing that since today was friday evening, if you snuck out without him knowing, then you had the whole weekend to yourself without this constant gnawing crush feasting on your mind. You couldn’t put yourself through it again, to have him infiltrate your mind. You knew how it went last time, so why try again. You just wanted to snuff before it consumed you whole.

You put away your folders and stepped out after making sure there was no one around. You locked your door and quickly began to walk towards the school entrance, throwing glances over your shoulder keeping a vigilant watch for Ken.

But suddenly you felt a warm hold around your wrist and then a firm tug, which altered your course of direction from the school's entrance to the Janitor’s closet. You were going to scream, absolutely convinced this was an abduction when a hand wrapped around your mouth. Your back rested on his chest as he shushed you, just by the softness of his touch you could tell it was the one man you were trying to hide from.

He watched the crack beneath to door, only to watch a passing shadow and the sound of clicking heels against the floor tiles. But all you could focus on was how his muscles were taut beneath his shirt, his warm breath slipping down the back of your neck and the rhythm of his rapid heart that beat in sync with yours. It was sureal, hearing his heart beat for the first time, it reminded you that he was real.

As the sound faded, he relaxed and let go of you. But you were grateful for the dark, he couldn’t see how deep your cheeks were flushed.

“What were you thinking?”, you whispered quickly.

“I wanted to talk to you.”, he responded.

“You don’t kidnap people for that.”, you gestured around you.

“No, I’ve made sure you don’t take off running again.”, he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yeah, I see you and your little schemes.”, he continued knowing you remained silent.

“Schemes? What schemes?”, you mumbled as he drew closer, there was no where else to run now, because he had his arms on either side and a mischievous rumble in his voice.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Briella.”, he tilted his head so he could maintain eye contact.

Your palms were sweating, your heart was beating faster than it should, your knees felt weak and some part of you wanted to pull him in closer.

You wanted to deny it so as you thought of an excuse, you opened your mouth to say it but he placed his hand over your lips again. Hearing the sound of the Principal’s heels coming closer again. This felt like a secret mission, that for the first time since setting foot here, you felt the rush of adrenaline. The space was getting a little stuffy as you breathed in sync with him. His eyes finding yours again as you both waited, afraid she was going to open the door and discover you two here, huddled together in a rather compromising exchange.

But the fear turned into a thrill as he grinned and you knew, that there was no use fighting this. He was going to take residence in your mind once again.

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fatuismooches · 2 years

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If requests are still open, can I see some headcanons of Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, and Pantalone taking care of a sick s/o? As in, the s/o has a bad cold since they’re not used to the cold weather in Snezhnaya.

♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡

synopsis: The icy winds and brutal snow of Snezhnaya is a stark contrast to the other nations, which causes you to come down with a nasty cold. But it's not so bad when you have your lovely Harbinger partner to take care of you!

includes: pierro, capitano, dottore, pantalone w/ gn! reader

notes: These kind of requests make my heart go <333. I hate being sick but to be pampered by them... I hope you like these!

Pierro:

Pierro is the calm, patient, and understanding one. He knows that the icy weather of Snezhnaya takes time to get used to, and will make sure you have as much time as it takes to have a complete recovery. He has lived for a long time and has seen many bouts of illnesses, people who survived and succumbed. But he knows that you’re strong enough to survive and a cold won’t take you out. Out of all the Harbingers, I think he is the busiest, but he would sincerely do his best to make time for you while you’re stricken by this cold. Even though he’s always tired, I believe he’s a gentleman. The kind of man who keeps replacing the wet cloth on your forehead, makes you a delicious hot cup of tea, cooks you nutritious food, and uses ancient remedies long forgotten from Khaenri’ah.

He understands that laying in bed all day is “no fun” (quoted by you) so during times when the cold isn’t so bad, he’d play board games with you. (He likes chess, so I can see him liking other board games too. You introduce him to the more modern ones.) Pierro goes easy on you but it’s still hard to play when your head is a foggy mess. He secretly thinks your thinking face is cute.

You are treated with the utmost respect when he’s not around. Only the best of the best servants serve the First Harbinger, so you are in good hands. If the opposite happens… well, they’re no longer here. Pierro is highly loyal to the Tsaritsa so he hopes you grow to withstand and like the weather.

Capitano:

The one who is trying his best. I don’t know if he’s a human or not, but if he’s some kind of otherworldly monster, he probably hasn’t gotten sick before. (Even if he’s human, I feel like he just doesn’t get sick.) So he is trying his best with your fragile human body which somehow got sick from a little cold. (You have to explain to him that it’s literally sometimes negative degrees in Snezhnaya and normal people can’t take that. Plus your body structure is nowhere like his…) Capitano would force you to stay in bed because logically you need rest. I can see Childe giving him some tips and being thrilled that Capitano is talking to him, even if it’s just for basic advice. (The other soldiers don’t show it but it’s funny to them how the mighty Capitano is so disoriented over his sick lover.)

When the doctor comes in to diagnose and attend to you, they’re kind of scared because Capitano is lurking over the both of you, needing to know if you’re okay. Capitano tries to feed you but the spoon is so tiny he keeps dropping it with his huge hands. He was meant for battle and fighting after all. Awkwardly apologizes for his lack of hospitality. He kind of just sits by your bed, brooding silently for much of the time despite your reassurance that it’s ok. If there’s one thing he’s good at though, it’s keeping you all bundled up and warm on his chest. Who knows how tall this man is so your whole body might even fit on top of him <3. You won’t even need a blanket because his coat is big enough for the both of you.

If it makes you happy, he would take off his helmet and read you tales of chivalry. This is kind of a big step for him because I feel as though he’s the kind of partner who doesn’t speak too much and tends to just stare at you, which doesn’t help you since you can’t even read his expression and is only greeted with the black depths of darkness. He’s not good at this domestic stuff, but apparently, he’s doing a good job because you’re laughing despite your sniffling and headache. (I don’t know why, but I feel like cuddling with his helmet would be cute. I know I’m weird.)

Dottore:

You had grown up in the heat of Sumeru all your life and were accustomed to it until you met Dottore at the Akademiya who later whisked you away to Snezhnaya to continue being his assistant. While you were aware of the snowy climate of the frozen nation, you really didn’t expect it to be absolutely freezing. Your lack of previous exposure to the cold caused you to come down with a nasty cold. Dottore has gotten sick before but has mutated his body so much that he rarely catches anything anymore. But he can understand since he went from Fontaine to Sumeru to Snezhnaya and had to adjust to the weather conditions.

Even when Dottore got sick he just powered through it and stayed awake by downing some pills. Expects you to have the same kind of resilience and continue to assist him with his experiments but quickly realizes that’s not going to happen. He’s never taken care of another person and is half surprised at himself that he’s going to help you but chalks it up to the fact that he needs a reliable person to help him. Honestly, even when you’re sick, Dottore still wants you around him so he probably gets you a pillow or two and a blanket and makes you lay on one of those operating tables. Usually, these tables are used for much more heinous activities but he takes your temperature, pressure, uses a thermometer, etc. (He’s still a doctor after all.)

Dottore is a genius scientist so you’ll stay sick for the shortest amount of time with him as your lover. Will create some concoction of medicine that will have you feeling a lot better in no time. Jokes that he likes you better this way when you’re not talking (he’s lying.) Dottore tends to bark at the other Fatui helpers less when you’re trying to rest. They are grateful but it’s an ominous feeling for Dottore’s lab to be this quiet.

To ensure you don’t pull any stunts like this again Dottore will take precautions about your exposure to Snezhnayan weather. At first, he makes you sit by an open window for a bit and then slowly lets you go outside. He’s happy you’re back but has to admit seeing you so vulnerable is amusing to him.

Pantalone:

He understands the most due to his childhood growing up in poverty. Pantalone probably got sick many times since he didn’t have sufficient clothing or shelter to warm him. He might have seen other orphans die to this as well so he takes your cold very seriously. Of course, the best maids, caretakers, and doctors will be at your beck and call because Pantalone will spare no expense in order to make sure you receive the best and most effective treatment. Someone will always be with you in case your condition takes a turn for the worst. (This is just for a bad cold too. Imagine if it was more extreme.)

Pantalone doesn’t want to get sick himself because he has to attend to his Fatui duties but I think he may have built up some immunity to colds since he got them frequently as a kid. And he would genuinely want to stay with you and care for you since that’s what he would have wanted many years ago. He would temporarily move his desk and paperwork into your shared room to keep watch over you while you slept. When you wake up, he’ll be by your side, ready to feed you some hearty soup, with the maids’ shocked that their lord is taking on the duty himself. Would take care of your hair especially since you’re too tired to do that. He spoils you even more than usual when you’re sick too. Will give you his signature fluffy coat that’s larger than your whole body to cuddle with (he has a dozen more anyway.) If you like stuffed toys, they’ll be stacked up on the gigantic bed for you.

Can’t fall asleep? He’ll indulge you by reading your favorite story, or simply stroking your hair and humming something quietly. (I think he can hum pretty well, that velvety voice can do anything.) Don’t want to take your yucky medicine? Will find some way to break it up into your food or mix it into a drink for your sake. Why do I see him being the kind to tease you by doing helicopter movements with your food?

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itsabouttimex2 · 4 months

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Yandere Older Brother Ne Zha

Ne Zha definitely cherishes his position as your older brother, whether by blood or bond.

Maybe you’re a gift from the Celestial Realm, a reward for his centuries of faithful service. Maybe you’re a younger celestial being who he was assigned to train. Maybe you’re just a mortal who found their way to him and lent him a hand when he needed it. No matter the situation, he comes to see you as a personal responsibility.

He switches frequently between being brotherly and fatherly. He has centuries of experience and training, and takes a very personal role in ensuring you grow into a upstanding member of either realm.

He’ll train you both in the usage of an armillary sash, and a weapon of your choosing. In all likelihood, it’ll be some kind of polearm. His heart swells with pride to see you diligently practicing with your weapon, mimicking his movements closely.

Not that he intends to ever allow you to use those skills. In times of emergency, he spirits you away to his dwellings, hiding you safely away.

In the case that he can’t tuck you somewhere safe and secure, he’ll simply resort to the prompt and outright destruction of whatever would dare to threaten you. He trains you to turn your head and cover your eyes in the situation that he must fight with you around.

Watching someone get their windpipe crushed by a heavenly sash isn’t very child-friendly, after all. If you find yourself paralyzed by fear or awe, he’ll dash to your side at the speed of light, wrapping your eyes and ears with his sash before turning back to the enemy.

Strangulation is bad. Death by dozens of stab wounds from a dual-tipped spear is worse, but it’s the price his opponents pay for fighting him in your presence. Anything to keep you safe and sweetly innocent, after all.

Ne Zha’s not always so stern and dangerous, though. In fact, you happen to be the person is kindest and most loyal to. He spends as much of his time with you as he can. Part of his daily routine is to brush and style your hair, and that doesn’t change as you age. When you’re young, he styles it to match his own, twin buns tied with silk ribbons. As you grow older, he does allow you to change your hair as you please, so long as you look presentable and clean. Even as his beloved little sibling, you must be a proper member of Heaven, putting appropriate time and effort into your appearance.

The only exception to this rule is when you are sick, in which case you are bed-bound and warmly tucked in at all hours of the day until your condition improves. He feeds you by spoon, nothing but nutritious soups and stews made with high quality ingredients. (You can convince him to get you a box or two of Pigsy’s noodles if you behave yourself, though.)

His devotion to you goes beyond guiding your personal appearance and tending to your illnesses. He’s more than a little manipulative, subconsciously guiding you to see the danger in everything around you so that you’ll always fall back on him for safety and comfort. He tells you a (true) story about a man cutting off his finger with a kitchen knife and succumbing to the infection afterwards when you’re just a little too young for such morbidity, leaving you scared and nervous around sharp utensils. Reasonably, you keep away from such equipment afterwards, just as he planned. He tells you about people who were cast from the Heavens for being disrespectful, thrown out and never let back in, separating their families permanently. As a result, you tend to your appearance and mannerisms more carefully. He tells at length you about Sun Wukong, who defied the Heavens and rampaged about, and was captured and then imprisoned for hundreds of years under Five Phases Mountain.

Ne Zha’s intentions are good, of course. He wants to teach you to behave and be polite and dutiful, because the Heavenly realm where you both preside has many rules and laws to learn, and so very much protocol that must be abided by. He just wants to raise you properly, and hopes that the stories he tells you will aid him in doing so.

They do, in part. You are much more conscientious of your actions and behavior, yes. You’re very polite and well-behaved, to the adoration of the elder celestials around you. It’s hard to see any wrong in his methods.

Until you start coming to him in the dead of night, sobbing and shaking in fear from nightmares. You tearfully recall as much of the bad dream as you can, speaking of being trapped and then crushed until you couldn’t breathe. Your brother scoops you up into his sinewy arms, rocking you back and forth as he shushes you and wipes away your tears. He tucks you under his own covers, comfortably covering you up. Ne Zha allows you to sleep in his bed that night, warmly snuggled up to you. He cherishes you too much to send you back to your own room, choosing to spend the night holding you instead. His worries melt away as you tightly cling to him, sniffling yourself to sleep.

They return in full force as this routine becomes a habit. Night after night you wake up screaming and crying, plagued by persistent night terrors. And, as it would be, every nightmare is related to one of the gruesome and disheartening stories he’s told. As it turns out, fear isn’t the most effective parenting technique.

Once he realizes the sheer impact his storytelling has had on you, a sprig of guilt takes root in his heart. His intention had never been to terrify you, only to warn you away from dangerous things and rebellious behavior. The result spreads much further than that, unfortunately for him.

Diligently, he works to abate these issues and soothe your concerns and fears. Returning you to a proper sleeping schedule isn’t easy, especially when you wake up crying every night, but remaining by your side and reminding you that he won’t allow you to come to harm. With enough time and effort, he manages to purge most of your worries.

Most. Not all, of course. He’s of the belief that one should have a healthy fear of Heaven and it’s wrath, after all. If your fright keeps you well-behaved and safely tucked under his thumb, all the better.

If the seeds of fright that remain teach you that his side is the safest place for you in all the realms, who is he to remove them?

With all the things he’s done to protect the realm, and by extension, you?

You aren’t wrong to feel that way.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Nezha #Yandere Ne Zha #Nezha #Ne Zha #Yandere Brother

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dorabledewdroop · 2 months

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Pretty little brat

I wanted to write a nice short story smut but my mom is staring at me from across the rooms so I'm pretending to work.

Warning: Smut, thigh riding, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms.

X--X--X--X--X

I just wanted to write about how Reader comes home to find grumpy Wanda.

Upon asking what their kitten wants for dinner all Wanda replies with is a huff and cold states that she'll be having macaroni and cheese.

"That's not the healthiest thing, kitten. How about we have something more nutritious? Vegetable lasagna sound good?" you ask, reigning in your frustration.

It was well known that you weren't the most patient person in the world and that if Wanda pushed you too hard, she'd have trouble sitting for weeks.

This time, however, Wanda didn't seem to care.

"I don't give a fuck about what's nutritious or not. I said I want Mac and cheese so you'll make me some fucking Mac and cheese." Wanda replied loudly.

Snap

You grabbed her by her collar and shoved her against the wall. You felt her breath hitch.

"Colour?" You asked

"Green" She whispered breathlessly. The gorgeous forest green of her eyes almost completely gone.

"Good girl for being honest" You whispered, nibbling at her earlobe.

You stepped back.

"Bedroom. Now." You commanded.

Within a second Wanda ran towards the bedroom, you decided to ignore how she practically skipped into the bedroom.

You waited in the hall, deciding to clean up the kitchen a little.

Eventually you strolled to the bedroom. You smirked upon seeing Wanda completely bare, sitting on her ankles with her palms against her thighs. Her eyes remained on the floor. Good. She knew she fucked up.

She looked at you innocently causing you to scoff.

You walked up to her, grabbed her throat and squeezed lightly. Smirking as you saw her eyes flutter and breath become shallower.

"You worthless little slut." You spat. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

She had the audacity to look at you in the eye and whisper "You"

Raising an eyebrow you threw her backwards. You slowly removed your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie. You noticed Wanda staring at your chest and not-so-subtly trying to rub her thighs together.

You slapped the fleshy part of her inner thigh causing Wanda to yelp.

"Shut up" you fumed

"If you act like a brat. Then I will treat you as such." You said, sitting down on the bed.

"Over my lap. Now" you commanded

She bent over, you almost groaned at the sight. God she was already dripping.

"Look at you making a mess on my thighs. You must have been so needy the entire day? Is that why you're acting like a brat? Because mommy wasn't there to take care of you?" You asked, rubbing those delicious cheeks. She merely whimpered

You slapped her ass causing her to yelp.

"Speak when spoken to, slut." You spat.

"Yes mommy" she said.

"Full sentences" You ordered.

She took a deep breath and continued "I'm sorry for acting bratty, mommy. I was a desperate little slut. Your desperate little slut. I acted out because I was needy and mommy wasn't here to take care of me. I'm so sorry mommy, please punish me for being bad. I'm sorry " You noticed her voice cracked as she finished her confession.

Immediately you had her straddle your thigh and your heart broke as you saw her defeated expression

You cupped her face with both your hands as you slowly stroked her cheeks. Unshed tears finally came out.

"You're not a bag girl, my love" you cooed. "Never a bad girl".

She looked at you uncertainly.

"A bratty pain in my ass? Sure" You continued.

She chuckled.

Looking at her adoringly, you slowly leaned in for a kiss. Humming softly, she kissed you back. You deepened the kiss as her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer. You licked her lips asking for permission, one she readily gave. Your tongues fought for dominance for a while. Apparently her attitude not completely gone, something you whole heartedly loved. That fire within her was something you craved. Eventually, like always, you won. She moaned as she shifted slightly. When air became necessary you pulled back to see her hooded eyes looking at you. You didn't fail to notice the way her hips were slowly moving against your thigh. Smirking as a plan began to form in your head. You looked her in the eye and kissed her cheek. Grabbing her hips and pulling her down on your thigh harder.

She let out a surprised moan.

"Go ahead and make yourself feel good for mommy" You urged.

Nodding her head she moved her hips faster, grunting and panting.

A few moments later she tensed, her rhythm erratic. However she didn't slow down. Groaning she looked at you desperately.

"What's wrong baby? Can't make yourself cum without mommy's help?" you asked with faux sympathy.

Biting her lip she continued to rut against your thigh but nodded weakly.

You tilted your chin upwards, letting go of your grip on her hips. Try as she might, she wasn't able to maintain the rhythm and she looked at you pleadingly.

Smirking you gave a simple command. "Beg."

Immediately she spoke "Please mommy, please make me feel good. I can't cum without your help. Please mommy I'll be your good girl. I won't be a brat ever again just let me cum please"

Not bad, you thought.

You grabbed her hips and started dragging them along your thigh. She let out a breathy moan. You continued, slowly increasing the pace.

Her moans got louder and louder, her hands gripped your shoulder tight enough that you knew it'd leave marks the very next day.

The moment you angled her hips a little differently and tensed your thigh, she let out a shriek. Cumming all over your thigh. Not stopping until she stopped moving against you.

"Thank you mommy" She slurred, resting her head against your shoulder.

You let out a chuckle. "Oh darling girl, we've just begun"

Her eyes shot open at that, arousal already pooling deep in her belly.

You laid her down gently against the bed and slowly kissed her. She hurriedly removed your bra and panties.

"Someone's desperate for another" you noted.

She looked at you sheepishly "just wanna feel you" She mumbled.

You smiled. "Then feel me, you will."

You pressed your body against hers and slowly kissed up and down her neck. She let out a gasp as you kissed a particularly sensitive point. Her nails dug into your back as you inched lower, slowly paying attention to her breasts. A particular tug on her nipple caused her to let out a filthy moan.

"Please mommy" She pleaded. "Taste me, please"

You hummed in approval as you made your way down further.

Finally you witnessed her glorious wetness. You groaned as you licked a stripe up her pussy. She let out a loud whine, begging for more.

You slowly inserted your tongue inside her.

"Yes. Oh my fucking god yes. fuck. that feels so good" She breathed as you fucked her with your tongue, occasionally curling your tongue.

She let out a pornographic moan when you moved to suck her clit. Her hands gripping the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut.

You quickly inserted two fingers inside her and curled them against that sweet spot.

"FUCK. YES" She screamed, her back arched and her eyes rolling back.

She started babbling about not wanting you to ever stop as you increased your pace. The bed moving with how hard you were fingering her.

Her moans turned to screams the closer she got.

You knew she was at the precipice when her entire body tensed. You also knew what she was waiting for.

"Come for me, baby" You said and dove back to suck and lick her clit.

Her body shuddered, hips canting up as she let out screams of your name.

When she finally came down, you kissed her pussy gently, causing her to jerk a little.

You leaned forward and kissed her lips, she hummed against you as she tasted herself.

"Come on baby, let's have a bath." You said gently

She merely whined and cuddled further into you.

"Can't feel m'legs" she mumbled against your neck.

You chuckled.

"5 more minutes and then I'll pick you up and we'll relax in the bath, okay?"

She hummed in agreement and somehow managed to nuzzle further into you.

God the things you would do for this girl.

X--X--X--X--X

This is my first ever time writing detailed smut!

Please let me know how I did!

Hope you enjoyed

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #wanda maximoff smut #mcu #wanda x reader

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natasha-in-space · 3 months

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On this fine evening, I can't stop thinking about how small Ray really is. His graceful and princely appearance is only enhanced by his delicate facial features, which are already apparent the first time you see him. You don't think or notice much of it at first. His clothes are doing a good job at concealing his frail form, after all. All you see is a pretty young man that takes your breath away with his unique clothing choices and his tender smile.

It isn't until your first walk out in the garden that you have time to truly take in his appearance fully. He is undeniably beautiful. His eyes are kind, albeit mysterious, and his smile makes it easy to relax and trust into his words as you talk. He truly looks like some noble prince ripped straight out of a fairytale when he's walking by your side in the garden. His petite features become only more apparent when you get a little cold, and he drapes his blazer over your shoulders without a second thought.

Ray is unwavering in his desire to be helpful to you. He's afraid of you finding him repulsive or ugly. But, when you are in trouble, be it you shivering in the chilly mountain air, or you tripping over a stray rock, he acts without even thinking. It's like an instinct he can't fight.

Depending on your size, his magenta blazer either fits you perfectly or is rather small on you. Once you get past the initial butterflies of having his flowery scent and warmth surround you, it becomes quite noticeable to you. And, not only that, but with the biggest layer gone from his frame, you get a good look at his rather slender figure up close. He looks wonderful, you don't have a single bad thought in your head of yours.

But... God, does he looks so frail

As the days go by, you become more and more aware of him and all the smaller details of his appearance. His hands are small and bony. His wrists are so thin, you could probably wrap your two fingers around them with no problem whatsoever. While his jawline is soft, his cheeks look somewhat hollow, especially in a dim lighting. Although he doesn't express it, he easily gets cold. Whenever your walks are particularly long, you always see him slightly shivering, his hands rubbing together in a way that is obviously not meant for you to see. One time, you accidentally tripped while on your walk through Magenta, and he moved to catch your fall, making you stumble straight into his chest, your hands automatically grasping at his waist to hold you steady.

He's... so thin under all those layers of fabric. It's impossible not to wonder whether or not he's potentially wearing so many layers on purpose. If he's perhaps embarrassed of his fragile frame. It makes your heart ache.

It's a conflicting feeling.

You are aware that he is not taking good care of himself. For some reason, nobody in this place attempts to persuade him to take a break or enjoy a warm and nutritious meal every once in a while. It makes you disheartened. You wish you could visit him whenever you wanted, to remind him to rest his head, and to prepare him delicious and fulfilling foods to keep his body healthy and energized. But... you can't. And it's one of the first alarm bells that tell you that this place is not good for him.

On the other hand, you don't want to perceive this aspect of him as strictly negative. Regardless of his weight, you still find him to be incredibly beautiful. You love how his hands fit so perfectly into your own, making you want to hold them to keep them warm at any chance you get.

You could look at his face for hours on end without getting tired. Studying and memorizing all the tiniest of details that make Ray who he is. His lips are thin and chapped, even though he tries to hide their poor state from you, but you don't mind in the slightest. You'd love nothing more than gently brush your lips against his own as you go back to your room: a wordless thank you for wonderful company. Or to carefully apply some moisturizing lip balm with your thumb and watch his eyes grow wide and his cheeks grow pink. His eyes are warm and tender as they look at you, even if they are brimmed by heavy dark rings signaling the lack of sleep on his part. It still makes you want to brush your thumbs under his eyes to try and soothe his tiredness. His lashes are rather long, and you can't help but swoon at that little detail about him.

Although his skin is pale and dry, you have a fondness for the faint traces of freckles scattered over his cheeks and nose. It makes you wonder what his face would look like, if he could spend all the time he wanted out in the sun, tending to his flowers. You would love to kiss every freckle that is visible. And you adore how lovely his cheeks look when they are filled with color, whenever you say something sweet or brush your hand against his own.

Ray's physique is slim and petite. If you try, you're confident that you could lift him into your arms. It makes you sad to think of him being malnourished, but it does not bring you disgust in any way. No, it makes you think of how your hands would fit perfectly if you rested them on his waist, bringing him closer into your warm embrace, to keep his safe and sound from all those worries buzzing in his head at all times. How you could probably sweep him into a playful waltz and dip him without any problem, bringing a starry eyed look to those minty eyes you loved so much. It's a fantasy you certainly would love to try out one day.

It's a peculiar ambivalence. All you are aware of is that Ray is truly beautiful to you. And that you want him to know that. And, once you do spill all of your deepest affections for this lovely man you have come to treasure so deeply, you will wipe the tears spilling from his eyes and pull him close to your chest.

Ray is perfect. And you want him to know that.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #ray choi #choi ray #mystic messenger ray #saeran choi #ray x reader #saeran x reader #did i really just write up a huge testament just gushing about how much i love ray?#yes. yes i did.#telling myself to be more easygoing with what i post

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usagikookiejams · 11 months

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HOW BLLK! MEN TREAT THEIR PREGNANT WIFE

Oliver Aiku, Tokimitsu Aoshi, Barou Shoei (all aged-up character)

OLIVER just got back from the 7-Eleven, after searching for your craving food at 3 in the morning. He got what u asked for and also bought some ice cream for you as you guys promised to watch short film once he's back. Once at home, both of you cuddled on the sofa while you were happily munching on the food you craved for. He loves how cute you're looking atm, so fluffy and hugable. Hence, he bent down his head a little and kissing you on the forehead, 'Babe, why am I so lucky?'. 'Hmm? Why is that?' you looked at him questionably. 'Cuz I gotta enjoy my whole life with you, growing old together raising our children' he replied. 'CHILDREN?!' you blushed at that. 'I dunno about that honey, let see how this pregnancy goes' you answered while hiding your face in his chest. He just smiled at your action while unconciously stroking your baby bump, still wondering how he got so lucky having you as his babymama ♡

TOKIMITSU sworn he almost got a heart attack after witnessing you climbing on the short bench to reach the top shelf in the kitchen. He immediately ran to you and carried you down from there in bridal style, 'Babeee! Why did u do that? Omg, u could just asked me to help.' You could listen to how fast his heart was beating, feeling bad that you made him anxious about what happened just now. 'Sorry, I don't wanna disturb you. I know you're doing cardio at the home gym' you pouted, stopping yourself from crying. He set you down on the sofa, going to the kitchen to get what you're reaching for before coming back to you. 'It's okay babe, but promise me not to do that again. You may accidentally hurt yourself in the process' he comforted you. After a while, you guys just enjoyed having a conversation together while he massaged your swollen feet gently. Enjoying one another's company while talking about what the future has in store for your small family ♡

BAROU and you currently at the park having a small walk. You obviously didn't feel like going but after being lectured by Barou about how important it is for the pregnancy, you unwillingly went there at last. He was now holding your hand while enjoying the nature. 'This is great, isn't it? I hope that we could bring our kid here next time' he look at you while smiling. 'Uh huh, I can't wait to play with them! I wonder what they will enjoy to play the most' you wondering. 'Maybe I could teach them football if they're interested in it, want them to learn from the best you know' he jokingly stated. You rolled your eyes at his statement, 'Ughh I hope they don't get your snobbish personality.' You looked at each other while laughing to your heart content. Both of you continued walking before going home. He then went to the kitchen to cook healthy and nutritious foods for you while you go take a shower. Humming to himself happily, feeling very lucky to be given the opportunity to live a life where you and his kid are by his side. Hmm, perhaps children in the future? Who knows ♡

#blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x you #oliver aiku x y/n #oliver aiku x reader #tokimitsu x reader #tokimitsu aoshi #blue lock tokimitsu #barou shoei #barou shoei x reader #pregnant reader

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 10 months

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Home Sweet Home

Requested: Yes [Okay so sex bot Soap angst! Maybe you've had him for a bit and he tells you he loves you one day when you're in a bad mood or upset and you just lash out with "you can't love me! You're not even alive!" Our poor bot boy gets angry and storms off. You're left by yourself again and crying. It takes days for him to come back. He's still angry but he can't help that he only wants you. Only your love. When he gets home he sees its a mess. He frowns finding you in a little depression nest in your bed. He coax you out and gets you comfy in the bath and gets to work cleaning. By the time you come out you're in tears apologizing and clinging to him. He just holds you so close and soothes you.]

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kiss and Make Up, Assisted Bathing

It was late when Soap finally came back to you, somewhere just past midnight, a little over a full week after he had initially left. He feels….upset. Still. Even after he took the liberty of giving himself time and space from you in hopes that the both of you could cool off, barely able to charge by siphoning off of the energy of other bots he passed on the streets.

Part of him thought you’d be at the door, ready to launch yourself into his arms the second he passed the threshold. That you’d coo to him, stroke his cheeks fuss about his disheveled appearance, worry and guilt in your voice.

But you weren’t there.

It ached. All of him ached, in a way that shouldn’t be possible for a robot. That particular thought made him flinch, your words ringing in his ears, like a horrible echo, forever haunting him.

He wondered, not for the first time, why his chest ached. The only thing he could describe it as would be his ‘heart’, something that he knew he didn’t possess. Was it like a phantom limb? Feeling something that wasn’t there? Could that happen for something you never possessed?

His eyes looked around the living room hollowly, his hand clenched into the front of his shirt, like it would stop the pain. He couldn’t see you but everything was out of place. Pillows from the couch strewn onto the floor, dirty dishes and takeout boxes scattered on the floor. Concern started to rear in his head as he slowly picked things up, assessing the situation. Nothing he saw was sustainable or nutritious and he grimaced when he realized that many boxes and plates were half full, meaning you weren’t even getting a proper amount of food in your stomach either.

He sighed, dumping the dishes in the sink, the boxes in the trash, closing and locking the windows that had been left open. Still no sign of you. He glanced at your door that was cracked open, biting into his lip. He couldn’t see in, it was too dark, and he couldn’t hear anything either. He was afraid to go in. Partly because he feared that he’d see you in bad shape, partly in fear that you’d be just fine, completely unaffected by his absence. He didn’t want to think that you were just fine on your own, or that you didn’t miss him at all. Not when you took his (non existent) breath away with just the smallest smile in his direction.

Soap clenched his fists and unclenched them, repeating the pattern as he stepped closer to your door, trying to work up the nerve to push it open, but fear holding him around the waist and whispering in his ear about how much you hated him, how you thought of him as less than. How he was just a bot.

Soap turned, about to walk run away, to find something anything to distract him from the echoes of you in his head, when he heard a sniffle. He froze, blinking slowly, ears straining to hear more. Nothing.

He turned back to the door, slow and silent, tilting his head at the gap, trying so desperately to peer in through the gap and catch even a glimpse of your silhouette.

More silence.

Then another sniffle, followed by a broken hiccuping sob, like you couldn’t breathe, like you were in literal physical pain. His eyes changed from a deep plum color to a clear sky blue than to a golden yellow. His hand reached out, hesitating for another moment before inching your door open, the hinges squeaking like the yowls of a dying cat. He made a note to oil them later.

It took a moment for his night vision to activate but when he did, his heart was breaking all over again. There you were, in all your disheveled glory, oblivious to his presence as you continued sobbing into a pillow that you clutched tight to your chest, looking like you hadn’t slept or showered since he left. He hated the fact that this comforted him in some sick way. You cared about him. Needed him. No matter what you said, he was integral to your life in some way now. Otherwise you wouldn’t be this devastated by the loss of him.

Soap backed out of the room, leaving the door wide open as he made his way to the bathroom.

He came back to you a few minutes later, not a word leaving him as he simply unwrapped you from your blanket cocoon and heaved you into his arms. You didn’t even seem to notice at first, not until he started walking, your swollen eyes darting open, looking up at him with the most pitiful kicked puppy look he had ever seen. Then you’re sobbing all over again, pillow dropped to the floor, your arms hugging him around his shoulders as you babble half incoherent apologies. He doesn’t respond with anything other than a kiss to your forehead before he’s setting you down in the closed lid of your toilet seat, helping you out of your dirty clothes as you keep crying.

He kisses your cheek this time, rubbing his hands up and down your sides before lifting you up again and setting you into your full tub, the temperature just the way you like it. He stands, just wanting to grab a rag when you grasp onto his wrist, your hold weak but seeming like it was taking all your strength to do so. The message was clear.

Please don’t leave me.

He smiles at you, leaning down to cup your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone as your eyes flutter shut.

“I’m not going anywhere, Love.” He whispers to you, feeling your grip reluctantly loosen then fall away. He rewarded you with another kiss, this time to the bridge of your nose, before pulling away to grab the rag from your sink top, soaking it in your bath water before lathering it with soap. He started with your face, so gentle as he wiped at your sore cheeks, down and around your trembling lips before rinsing you off with a handful of water.

When he was done there wasn’t an inch of you left untouched by his careful affection, sweet words whispered in your ears as he washed and cared for you, helping you stand when he was done and wrapping you in a towel, strong arms holding you close as he brought you back to your bedroom.

No matter what happened between you two, he’d always come home to you. Because he loved you. Now and forever. Always.

#call of duty #cod #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #John soap MacTavish #john soap mactavish x reader #sex bot au

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seajellyx · 1 year

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"an apple a day..."

general twst sickness hcs, when you or they are sick [bc i'm sick rn and it sucks] leona, malleus, vil, riddle, neige x gn!reader ambigious relationship, implied romantic warnings: non serious illness, also idk how good or coherent this is bc. i'm sick, reader is mentioned to be human once in malleus'

leona kingscholar

just makes you sleep all the time.

i'm torn between him staying 12 feet away from you cause he doesn't want to catch it and snuggling you bc he doesn't care

will probably disappear when you fall asleep and appear with literally everything you might ever need while sick.

if you're having trouble sleeping he MIGHT sing or hum to help

when he's sick he just sleeps it off

nothing can move him from his spot

also very groggy and barely lucid when he's awake

gets better magically in 2 days

not a lot happens, you guys are just sleeping the whole time

malleus draconia

cries

he thinks you're dying

will put you to bed and probably lays a spell down to help you rest.

enlists the entirety of diasomnia to help.

lilia has to calm him down bc "humans are so weak disease might just kill them WHAT DO I DO."

but his dorm members reassure him you'll be fine bc ur just so strong and resilient. like a cockroach!

anyways gets literally everything you might need and more and just comes back to pile them on you.

frantically tries to apply every remedy ever made until you tell him you just need rest.

will sit at your bedside and hold your hand while he watches over you

might sing you a lullaby (that makes you conk out immediately bc magic???)

just dont drink any of lilia's remedies and you'll be fine

also gets very sappy whenever one of you is sick

basically declaring his love like he or you are on deathbed. dramatic softie.

reminds you he loves you every five minutes.

he definitely forgets that he can get sick cause he hasn't been sick since he was like, 2

catches it from you bc he was close to you the whole time you were ill

very confused at first

he just needs to rest and he'll be good in a couple of days

you take care of him and his heart melts because his favorite person is taking care of him <3

but also forces you to be ultra careful, like gas mask, hazmat suit and everything bc he doesn't want you to catch it again

vil shoenheit

the most normal

he's pretty busy so he doesn't have a lot of time to stay with you. probably enlists rook to check up on you every now and then.

rook appears in your room, giving you a complete heart attack, waxes poetic that you don't understand, then gives you an item that might help and leaves.

if you're stubborn about bed rest, good luck because one of them just Appears as soon as your feet touch the ground

eventually vil comes around with a remedy he brewed himself, and you're back to normal after a good night's rest

he will stay with you while you sleep if you request, but wears a mask

vil will also sing you to sleep if you ask nicely.

also gets you some good nutritious soup

and the next day, after feeling better he treats you to a self care spa day

you feel very pampered

he barely ever gets sick, probably caught something while travelling somewhere.

will try to work through it but if it gets bad he'll assign himself to bed rest.

brews a potion and sleeps for like 24 hours then bounces back just fine.

if you want to take care of him, he'll appreciate it very much, but he'll be asleep most of the time.

if you decide to make him something to eat that's both delicious and nutritious, he will feel very loved and very thankful.

may or may not tell you he loves you depending on how lucid he is.

riddle rosehearts

he's lowkey panicking, but does an absolutely stellar job of taking care of you.

a bit robotic, does every perfectly to ensure your speedy recovery

and almost militaristic the way he's barking orders at his dorm members to get you what you need

but it's the thought that counts?

might be too loud and is very apologetic about it

you're tucked nicely into bed, medicine taken, stomach full of trey's yummy soup, and everything is pretty good considering the status of your health

riddle stands there awkwardly, checking to make sure you're okay before getting back to his work.

if you ask him to stay he will oblige, quietly doing work while sitting beside your bed.

a terrible singer (hc,) so he'll play you some soft music or white noise if you need.

also very sanitary and clean

now when HE'S sick

tries to work through it like a dumbass

you and the rest of heartslabyul have to force him into bed and watch him so he stays there

he's pretty independent while sick since his symptoms are never that bad

but will resign to being pampered if you're stubborn enough

please cook him food and stay by his bed and hum him a lullaby he deserves it

he'll blush so hard when you spoil him like this but he's truly grateful that you care for him so much

and he'll tell you so in a very small voice before drifting off

will tell you to keep your distance, wear a mask, and sanitize everything so you don't catch it

he gets better in about 3-5 days

neige leblanc

he's a normal amount of worried but is absolutely FANTASTIC when taking care of people.

makes the best soup ever. like you're pretty sure it's actually a potion bc it works better than actual medicine.

will tuck you in and sing you a nice lullaby to help you get some rest.

once you wake up feeling much better, you find that he's been doing your work for you (probably with the help of his animal friends).

if it's chores, they're done is a blink, if it's something like school or paperwork, it might take some time. he'll probably settle with helping you with it after you get better.

neige ushers you back to bed with such a soft, gentle tone.

he'll read something to you if you don't want to sleep again.

falls asleep with his head on your bedside after you drift off

overall very sweet and motherly, makes you feel very loved.

ends up catching it from you like an idiot.

you do your best to take care of him and he cheers you on, as he does 24/7, from his bed

might unconsciously get up to help you take care of him bc he's just like that.

his little dwarf buddies and his many other friends drop by to help, so that makes things supremely easier

leaves you two with a ton of (really good) homecooked food

he'll tell you to keep your distance bc he doesn't want you to catch it again but drops it if you insist

please wear a mask for his poor heart

if you sing him a lullaby he will melt, and ends up not falling asleep bc he wants to hear you sing more

his immune system is pretty good so he'll be better in a day or two.

thanks you profusely during and after.

will bake you a thank you pie. what a sweetheart.

#leona kingscholar x reader #malleus draconia x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #neige leblanche x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #writing

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dozing-marshmallow · 4 months

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can i request for a readerx chris mclean. who is the epitomie of a sweetheart and a beyond angelic wife, also a total thicc trophy wife? Like she is so caring towards anyone and anything that even the coldest of hearts melts in her presence. When she's there, everyone's day is 100% made and she's the highlight of the day without even trying.

Chris is whipped for her and will always embrace her when he can. He always wants to finish early to spend more time w his beloved wife.

And she even gets to cook delicious and nutritious food for the contestants for a week straight because she feels bad for them, and chef is beyond delighted to have her be a helping hand in the kitchen with him. She even sneaks some before bed fruit snacks in case they are still a lil hungry.

So essentially, thicc! wife reader part 2. Got you!💛 First post of the new year! I hope everyone’s been having a fantastic start and may lots of love, good health and happiness find you all! Surround yourself with good people, use the time you have wisely and take good care of yourself!❤️

CHRIS MCLEAN’S “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS PART 2

Even the coldest of hearts melt in your presence.

Like one morning, Heather was the first one up and in the mess hall, possibly to strategise.

“Good morning, Heather!” you beamed at the “Queen Bee” girl,“Very nice day today, isn’t it?”

“It was.” She replied, delight caught up in her throat as though you were ugliness itself.

“Ah, you mean I ruined your morning? Sorry sorry...” you kept your smile,“I’ll excuse myself.” You were busy anyway.

You were making your way out when she grabbed your arm,“I didn’t mean that... Sorry.”

As one of the few people she didn’t mind, you had to say,“You’re forgiven!”

Although the day’s grazing challenge was over, Chris wasn’t moving on; he was standing there, with a chunk of his consciousness drained out his face until an unconscious part of him must have realised the dozens of eyes on him.

“What? Is there something on my face?” he inquired to the teenagers, giving himself a reason to be self conscious.

They looked among themselves puzzled,“Um... Isn’t this the part where you tell us to vote for someone to go home?” no one would ever have thought the day would come where a contestant is reminding the host of his job.

That’s what was so concerning? Because he didn’t tell them something they already knew?,“Yeah yeah, yawn. Go then!” what a wasteful reason to pause on his marriage daydream.

Timeskip to that episode’s elimination ceremony. The teens were left more confused on their seats of wood, with the goth girl being the one to voice why.

“Um... Where’s Chris?”

Appalled, Chef clicked his tongue in reply,“You blind, girl? Chris is right-“ the co-host rotates around, not expecting Chris to suddenly own an empty flour bag of a head sitting on a neck of straw and arms skinned down to indefinitely stretched out sticks.

That thing couldn’t be Chris. It was too elegant,“...Oh.”

The real Chris was running to the mess hall where you always were every evening, sweeping the floor.

“Chris! You’re already here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be!” he asked, ushering your voluptuous figure against his,“Ah... I can never get tired of you.”

“Aw me neither, but...don’t you have an elimination ceremony to host?” It was usually his favourite part of the episode, unless you misheard and it was a reward challenge...?

“Nahh. Chef will handle that, I wanted to see you more.” ...never mind then! He lets go of you and then noticed the worn out broomstick in your hand,“You know you don’t need to do that.”

“Ohh but it’s okay!” you grinned, kissing him on his smooth cheek,“Anything for my husband!”

Choosing to stay up later against your husband’s pleas, it was just you and Chef in the kitchen, organising, cleaning.

You peered down at the large pot of sticky looking gruel that Chef must have prepared in advance for the kids. Your nostrils burn. You’ve tolerated them eating like that for weeks, but it’s Sunday, the end of another week. Maybe you could do something different.

Chef approaches the side of the kitchen that you’re at, so you turn to him having just seen the meal,"Oh Chef, do you really want to serve all this inedible slop? They’ve been eating that for weeks... Who knows how bad their health will be by the time they’re our age? How about for one week, we make them some nice delicious nutritious food?" Just one week!,“They deserve a chance to be healthy!”

To your surprise, that suggestion went under his approval very quickly via his nodding and dropping a clashing tower of dirty dishes in the sink,“I gotta admit, I was thinkin’ about doing that for a while now. But Chris would cut my pay down even more!”

Ah! You shake your head in disbelief,“He’s still underpaying you? I’ll have a word with him about that in the morning!”

But he too shook his head, taking a look in the fridge for some ingredients,“I’m used to it, but I appreciate it. No one else ever cares for the damn things I do for this show.”

“And that’s not okay!” you exclaim passionately, coming up next to him, speculating the contents of the fridge,“You can’t just let all this hard work go unseen! Did Chris ever give you that vacation?”

“Uh uh!” in remembered anger, he slams the fridge door close,“Guy went without me! Been searching for him for weeks just to hear that!”

You gasp. No way Chris coincidentally forgot that detail when he went on that “solo” trip... How devastating!,“That’s just cruel, even for him! You know what, you have worked really hard. You deserve a good paid month off!”

His anger condensed,“Oh no, I can’t... What would Chris do?”

“I’ll talk to him.” you pull onto his arm, getting him to look at you,“You will get all the checks you missed and the vacation you deserve. I promise.”

“I...” his face softens into a smile. Not the taunt you in your nightmares smile, the real show of gratitude,“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“It’s nothing!” you’ll make sure it’ll happen, grabbing a ladle,“For now, shall we begin making these fantastic wonderful meals for our fantastic wonderful contestants?”

He nods, smirking as he grabs a knife,“You bet I am.”

The next few days were Heaven for the contestants. You haven’t seen them this happy since their individual teams win! Heck, they were asking for seconds, and they never ask for seconds!

Your husband observes them filling their stomachs up as quickly as they were filling their plates.

“You mad at me?” you asked him, smiling.

“Nah.” He responds, tracing his lips on your neck,“I could never be mad at you.”

He was mad at Chef though.

Kidding!

“After this, you cannot make anything else for them, okay?” he instructed after pulling away from the kiss, still having a very short distance between your faces.

“Okaaaay.” your answer was melodic in amusement.

“(Y/N).” his wasn’t, causing you to look into his eyes for a repeat of command. However, all you got was another kiss to your lips.

Oh, love!

Though, on a serious note, you had your stash of fruit snacks for them, hidden in Chef’s cabinet that was still declining in quantity.

“Have this in case you’re still hungry.” you whispered, handing a colourful packet to the party boy one time.

“Are you sure? Did Chris say it’s cool?” he asked cautiously.

You shut an eyelid,“He doesn’t have to know.” Technically, you weren’t making them food.

Well, if his wife says so... “Thanks, (Y/N)!” Geoff gladly receives it, later privately remarking and sharing with DJ,“(Y/N)’s a real gem, you know? We can’t be taking her for granted. She could have been as bad as Chris man!”

DJ would add on, stirring in his bunk,“She’s not a gem. That’s an Angel.”

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