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So Is it Your Place Or Mine?
bfd!joel miller x younger!reader
summary: summer is over, but your affair with joel isn't (or, you grind on joel's belt buckle while sarah is at soccer practice)
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., exhibition kink (sarah is again a victim of this), brat taming (this two are soo into it), degradation kink, praise kink, lwk breeding kink, daddy kink (wow! it's a whole library of alexandria of kinks in here), fingering, dad bod!joel (best joel you mean), angst (oh guys look oh no it's alr starting), dirty talk!!!!! (they're so dirty ew i want it too wait who said that)
word count: 3,701 words
side note: and it became officially a series. hope u all are into this as much as i am because it's my first series ever !!!!! ALSO angst finally makes it way in this mess LET'S GO (i'mcrying i really looked up big texas belt to come up with a mental image in the middle of class, i'm so sorry to whoever sat behind me but idc abt me writing smut while at uni; we die like real men)
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"What do you mean you're not coming?"
It's been an unspoken rule that, even if you hate sports and the ball stays ten meters away from you, you always come to Sarah's soccer practice, cheering for her from your usual spot at the benches.
Except today, you aren't there. And now Sarah is calling you when she shouldn't, but that she doesn't know.
"I can't. I have stuff to work on stuff"
Bullshit.
Your laptop and the half-written essay sit untouched at the coffee table. The thing being touched in question, is something entirely different.
"Need help?"
His hands grip any free spot of your glistening skin, sucking on the rosy pink until it turns maroon red.
"I'm at my dorm, sorry"
Double bullshit.
Sarah doesn't even know your car is parked next to her dad's truck. She has about four hours to find out.
"I can drop by later then" she suggests.
His hot breath tingles against your neck as his nose caresses the spot. Bad girl, he mouths, like he wasn't the one who told you to pick up, despite his daughter's name on the caller's ID. You try to reach for a kiss, but his digits press on your hair, pulling you back with violence to forbid your lips from touching his. Bad girl, and your arousal drips with more intensity at the remark. Bad girl.
"No!" the answer comes quick, your voice strained, and Sarah jokes that you should take it easy with your classes, instead of suspecting anything else.
"Fine! I won't go if you don't want me to, but if you show up dead by stress, I'll be free of guilt"
He kisses the outline of your jaw with sloppy movements, like he just wants to busy himself while Sarah blabbers about the practice, and you keep trying to make her stop, but she tells you not to worry, that she's on a break right now, and the task to avoid whimpering at his rough kisses across your neck becomes increasingly difficult. A gasp escapes your lips when his teeth sink into your flesh. Mine, not to be said but to be felt. Seen by the rest. A pretty red that tastes like the blood he craves, the hunger akin to violence. Bad girl, and he's biting your lip to stop any other filthy noises from escaping. What if she hears?
"Are you okay?" concern laced on Sarah's tone. Guilt creeps through the cracks of the worn-out paint of his bedroom, one your friend had practically begged him to restore; the joke of it all was that was about his job yet he couldn't fix his own goddamn house. "Y/n, did you hurt yourself?"
I'm treating you well, ain't I, doll? and then he'd grin against the crook of your neck before looking at you, his dark blown-wide pupils gazing at you with a hunger you didn't think it was possible. They'd burn, and the fire didn't scare you: it was the warm your cold body needed. Tell Sarah her daddy ain't hurting her slut of a friend.
"I-I'm fine" you manage to choke out. Good girl.
Joel's lids feel heavy as a crown. But you like 'em rough, don't 'cha, baby?
"Should I worry?"
Joel pulls harder, your scalp burning at the harsh tug. Answer when I ask. You breathe in heavily, and Sarah keeps on asking you if you're okay, threatening to burst through a dorm door she'll find empty.
"N-no" you meekly answer, and he laughs at your demeanor. Under his weight, pinned down on the mattress, there's nowhere to run to.
"Is it okay if I-"
"Sarah I need to hang, okay? My head hurts. Bye" it all comes down in a rush, the words a vomit of excuses. You make sure the call has ended, and so does Joel, that in an act of mercy, has stopped. You both look the screen until the lockscreen is back up again, a picture of you and Sarah. Despite used to having his weight on top of you, your throat feels constricted.
"Do you want to traumatize your daughter, Mr. Miller?"
He's back at his task of kissing, making you moan and writhe at the sensitivity of your kissed and bit skin during the last hour. You hate how he takes his timeโedging you; unbearable.
"What I want is you"
The lie comes out effortlessly from his teeth. He wants you, needs you, but does he really want you? His daughter's best friend, the college girl he was going to lecture just last summerโto live life and forget about him, yet couldn't. He lies to himself, saying he didn't because you felt asleep, but feeling a warm body next to him, being your beautiful frame of all people, made it hard.
The way he makes a moaning mess out of you, how he knows every spot of your body no one had been able to please before, how your cunt stretches perfectly around his cock, how you call his name like no one else had done. It belongs to you now, and this is a vice.
It's like he's got a wound, and you're the only balm that can soothe the pain. But the effect is temporary, and after you leave, he always finds himself wanting more.
The doubt on his eyes has your heart beating out of fear.
"Then have me, Mr. Miller" you dare.
When Joel smiles, barely noticeable, something flutters in your stomach.
"Al'ight, impatient one. We have sum hours until Sarah's back. Spread" his hand nudges your thighs apart, and you oblige, making Joel chuckle at your obedience. "Good girl, baby. S'good f'r me"
You let out a gentle moan at the praise, and he smirks at your reaction.
"Feelin' desperate, are we?" he taunts, seeing your pretty lips parted and face flushed, a whine escaping them.
"Shut the fuck up and just kiss me already" you beg, pussy throbbing painfully.
"Damn brat" he hisses, "ain't you such'a needy greedy slut?" his finger hooks on your panties, tugging you closer into him, your body rising to clash against his softer frame that has nothing to do with his rough demeanor. You can feel the bulge that has formed through his pants, making you moan in delight.
"Sorry, daddy. I'll be a good girl" you squirm under his weight, pouting lips and batting eyelashes. "Please, kiss me. Pretty please, daddy"
"Jus' cus you asked well" but he knows it's an excuse to capture your sweet lips until he's tasted all of you. You once heard old men kiss like they want to devour every inch of your mouth, to make space for their tongue like it's going to live in there, and they were right.
He pulls away from the kiss to pull out his shirt, revealing his soft body. Your hands itch, immediatly reaching for it with wandering fingers. He chuckles at the eagerness, but then he catches the subtle adoration in your eyes, and his breath hitches, heart stopping.
"What's wrong?" you look up, and it's gone. Maybe he imagined it.
Joel doesn't know why he feels dissapointed by it.
He tries to push the thoughts back, head diving down between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and messy trails of saliva with his tongue on each one. He gives a special lick to your hardened nipples, making you squirm.
"Gonna bend y'r fuckin' sexy little body on this sheets. Gonna make you cum all'over, until y'r scent is'mpregnated on 'em"
You groan at his words, fingers pulling down the pajama shorts you brought over, revealing your pretty black laced lingerine.
"Fuck, baby. You wore 'em for me?" he's asking, and you'd be crazy if you think the tone reveals devotion. Is Joel even capable of warmth?
He leaves a new trail of kisses, this time, running from your neck to your stomach.
"Gonna make you scream my name 'til that's the only thin' you know how to say" his hot breath tingles over your abdomen. He buries his face in there, the mustache and scruffy graying hair tickling the skin. "Gon' give you such'a load, this flat stomach of yours will be bustin' with my seed"
You whine at his filthy words, mouth agape slightly. He looks at your soaked panties, arousal on clear display now. Joel's cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.
He lets out a low growl. "Look at you, such'a slut for me. Drippin' wet like a fuckin' whore and desperate, when I ain't even touch you"
To prove so, Joel teasingly runs his fingers along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your soaking core.
He pulls your underwear down, taking them off.
"M'gonna fuck you real good, baby" his fingers dig on your thighs for support, the burning sensation of his calloused digits on your soft skin delicious. "Gon' take care of what's mine"
Mine.
The words ring loud and clear. The only other noise to be heard is his lips leaving wet sounds against your thighs. Does Joel even realize what he said? Or was it in the heat of the moment?
No, wait. Stop. Why do you care?
He begins to rub circles in your clit, coating his fingers in your dripping arousal, prodding the tense needy hole, making you moan in desperation.
"Please, daddy" your lips cry as you beg for him to do anything to remove the pain in between your legs.
"Please, what?" Joel teases, voice raspy. He keeps prodding your center, his digits in and out in a gentle manner, contrasting his hard hold on your thigh. You squirm and whine at the sensation, but maybe it's the dark on his eyes that's really responsable for making you shrink under his gaze. "Think 'm doin' this for ya'? To please ya'? No, baby" he tuts, "you were a bad girl. Almost got caught"
"If you didn't make me answer" you seethe, a moan almost escaping your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot of yours. "Maybe if you didn't, she wouldn't-"
Joel removed his fingers from you, and you reduce to a moaning mess, begging for the release you were chasing and now it's lost.
"But you wanted'er to know, didn't ya'?" he unbuckles his belt and fumbles with his worn-out jeans, revealing a barely concealed neediness on his side. "Wanted'er to know where 'er slut of a friend was: at daddy's house, beggin' for his dick like a cockhungry slut"
"I-I want it. Want you dick" you barely choke out, lips parted at the sight of his pulsating dick's silhouette under his brief.
"Then take it, hungry one"
His tip buries deeply into your cunt before you even speak again, sliding inside in one swift motion. You gasp, as he fills you up completely, because despite the way your cunt stretches for him, or the way you have had his dick and need it, his girth never fails to amaze you.
"D-daddy" you moan, walls stretching to accommodate his size. Your sweet arousal drips down your thighs, coating Joel's balls. Fuck, doesn't he love to see you squirming under him. He's never had a woman like you before, wrapped around his finger. You may be a girl, but God, you feel so much better around his dick than anyone else: your cunt tenses around his cock deliciously, his dick twitching when he takes a look at your legs shaking and fucked out state.
"That's it, pretty girl. Beg for'it"
His words go straight to your core as you moan. "Please. Let me take all of you, Joel, please"
You said his name. Fuck. He shouldn't be this aroused, but the way you say it like that's the only thing you know, like it means something more, it makes his dick throb and heart sting. That he, Joel Miller, old bitter man, single dad, could mean more to a young pretty girl like you.
"Fuck" he grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair as he begins to pull out slowly, plunging inside of you with harsh movements. The sound of skin clapping is obscene as he begins to fuck you mercilessly. "Ain't you a noisy lil' thing, huh? You like that, baby? You like it rough?"
Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-yes, daddy. F-fuck, just like that. I like it a l-lot"
"Good girl" he grins satisfied with your respone, his thrusts getting rougher and messier. "Lookin' s'pretty with my dick's inside of you"
Joel changes angles without telling you, brushing your g-spot. A noise so loud and vulgar comes out of your parted lips, and you feel ashamed.
But then he's brushing a strand of hair from your face, with a delicacy you've seen reserved for his daughter only. It feels weird, and you try that it doesn't distract you from your looming orgasm.
"Joel..." you breath out his name.
"Yes?" with everything coming out of his mouth: possesiveness, neediness, pleasure. Like he'd give you the world if you just ask, despite telling himself he wouldn't.
"K-keep going"
Your gaze bores into his eyes with an intensity that almost makes him stop. Because the words are simple, but Joel's been alive enough on this Earth to know it doesn't mean just that.
Keep going. Don't stop. Don't end this. Don't let me go.
"Whatever m'princess asks if she asks 'em nice"
You scream in pleasure as his thrusts become deeper, his balls slapping against your cunt, as your slick begins to run down your thighs. Joel thinks he's going crazy at the way your folds take him, how tight you feel, and the loud noises you make, begging him to fuck you harder, to use you. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, writhing under his touch as you begin to see stars.
"You close, aren't ya'?" he laughs, but it's devoid of mockery. A subtle softness hides behind them. Ask nicely, and I shall give. "Gon' cream 'round my dick like a good girl, right?"
His digits dig in the flesh of your hips, guiding himself to fuck you harder, for you to take him better, caging your body under the sheets, pushing you even closer to your orgasm. You mewl loudly, tears in the corner of your eyes at the delicious burn.
If you told yourself a year ago you'd be crying over Joel Miller's dick, of all people, you'd probably laugh. But no college boys had been able to please you, less bring you to tears as you reach your orgasm. This is heaven, and you aren't ready to say goodbye to the paradise you found in summer just yet.
Your core tenses around him, body so close to finishing, hair a mess, eyes brimming with tears, and lips spilling the filthiest sounds ever heard to humankind. It's heaven, and Joel isn't ready to give it up just yet. Your pussy throbs, and as your juices mix as one, you roll your eyes and head back, your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening faster. Before you can register, your mind goes blank and you're seeing stars.
You come around his cock, coating it in your arousal as Joel admires how you cream his member, tight walls almost pushing him out of you. He groans at your simmering cries, some tears coming out of your eyes.
"What'e fuckin' slut, baby. You sure are somethin' else" he chuckles, his thrusts messier by his own high approaching. "Wait for me, yeah, baby?"
You humm, as he buries deep into you, filling you up completely, as his hips stop their harsh movements when he feels the tension in his abdomen release.
"Fuckin' sweet" he uses a finger to clean some of the slick that's run down your leg. "Good girl"
He licks them off in an obscene display, making sure to never break contact.
"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna become a real bad girl" you taunt.
Then he pulls out of you carefully, doing his best not to spill too much of his load from your cunt. He grabs one of the corners of his sheets, cleaning some of his seed from your thighs. Joel should be careful, but all his foggy mind can muster is you being his in every way he can. Making you his. Mine. Mine. Mine. You plead him not to do that, but he argues laundry day is soon and he likes it better when it smells like you anyway. You confess with a cute light blush in your cheeks that you do the same when he comes over to fuck you in your dorm, sleeping better when the covers smell like him. He shouldn't feel like this: like it could be. But he allows himself to, even for an instant.
"Oh, yeah?" he pants, "what you gon' do?"
Your eyes travel to his jeans and untied buckle he hadn't wasted time taking off, rather just pulling them down.
"I have something in mind..." you wander off, remembering filthy thoughts of your first night together, how you briefly thought about it. "I-" you cut off, blushing furiously.
"Yes?" he holds your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as his rough fingers press on the skin. "Remember what I told ya', baby? To ask nicely? 'Cause you said you'd be a good girl, so be one and tell daddy what'd ya' want"
You gulp, trying to hold his gaze. You never back down. You never back down. But the intensity of the shinning copper makes that insufferable character of yours to be tamed, boiling against the surface but just scratching, all screams lost. Is like he knows this power over you, acting on it with a benevolence so sick, it has you thinking loving Joel Miller isn't impossible.
You never back down, but being with Joel feels like walking over stones, always thinking about the next step and the ones that were, ghosts of the lingering doubts and afterthoughts behind every step you take. It's like there's a river below them, washing away regret.
But you're still here: water up your knees then and now over your head.
You're barely floating. You'd be willing to drown anyway.
"I want to ride your belt buckle"
There's silence in the other side, until its met with a light chuckle.
"Yeah?" Joel keeps on laughing, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "S'that what that filthy head of yours be thinkin' on?"
"Stop it" you groan, covering your hot face with your palms. You wish you could erase that ugly smirk off his face. "I'm never telling you anything again, ever"
"Now c'mon, baby. I was jus' messin' 'round" his tone adquires a soft edge to it, tender warm hands removing yours from your face. "Don't cover your face, baby. You're too goddam pretty" you blush, and Joel better resist the urge to kiss you just for the sake of kissing you. "I didn't mean to make fun of ya'. You know y'can tell me anythin' that's goin' inside that head of yours"
"Then you'll let me?" your pretty eyes look up to him, shinning like the stars of the summer night sky months ago.
He can't deny you anything, and a small crack of fear wounds his impenetrable heart.
"Get'ere you filthy slut"
You eagerly climb onto his lap as he sits against the beds headboard, your thighs pushing against his belly.
"Now" he tries to put in a more comfortable position, his tired joints creaking. He avoids your gaze, coughing over his blush. "You do all the job, baby. I ain't gonna help you, this greedy pussy took all of my energy"
You giggle, moving until your bare pussy clashes against the cold. A shiver runs down your spine, the dried juices moistening again over the metal piece. His hands move to your hips, hands now soft as they hold you, and he seems unsure of it, both of your breaths coming out ragged.
"You said you weren't gonna help" you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face feels closer, and you can see lines time has marked across his features. "But thanks, daddy"
His heart takes a dangerous leap.
"'Course, baby" he smiles. "You know I spoil ya' too damn much"
You begin to roll your hips, sliding your pussy over the cold material, your arousal making a wet slick sound that bounces off the walls, a shiver down your back as you feel your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.
"Mmm, can't say no to me, can you, baby?" you mock, rocking your hips back and forth. A shaky breath escapes your parted lips, and Joel feels his renovated dick spring hard. You moan, your ass barely touching his now tense member.
"Quit runnin' that mouth of y'rs, baby" his digits dig on your skin, "or I'll bend ya' over again"
"Sorry, daddy" you feel the metal star on the middle digging inside your pussy, the borders of the imprint brushing your leaking cunt in a pleasant way. "I promise to be good"
"Do" he grunts, "you're runnin' out of time, doll"
You close your eyes, movements more quick and erratic, little moans leaving your body as you groan.
"Tell me how this lil' experiment of yours feelin', baby"
"F-feels good, daddy. Fuck" you groan, lifting your hips a bit as you grind yourself down across the material. "So so good, daddy. Thank you, daddy"
"Mmm, that's right. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me see that pretty face of yours when ya' come over ma' belt"
You let out a shaky breath, juices spilling over his jeans even as you see stars. He chuckles, enamoured at the sight.
"You gonna need help with that?" you point out his boner.
Oh, aren't you a doll? So kind-hearted.
"That's okay" he breathes out, tiredly. He thinks of the next trip to the bathroom, the image of what he'll fuck himself to clear now.
You smile at him, for the first time forgetting this started as a blowing-off-steam-time or transaction.
For a moment, it feels like it could be.
"Jus' seein' you cum all over me so prettily is'nough, baby"
credits: divider @kodaswrld / gif @loregifs
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Hello! I was searching for twst blogs and i really want to make a request!
Can i ask romantic headcanons of malleus, Vil, silver and jamil with a shy sweet s/o that has suffered from harrasment/bullying? S/o always been a easy target for jokes from other students bc of their shy and collected personality but at some moment s/o breaks down crying and asks for help/advice from their boyfriend, i really love angst with fluff and comfort.
If this is too much you can reject this request!
Sorry I'm so late... Thanks for the request tho it was quite fun actually. There's no proof read tho. It's short because I'm not feeling good rn sorry
Malleus
You're literally so sweet, you are literally the most important precious little thing in his life.
So he is absolutely LIVID at the fact that these meaningless lowlifes are harassing you.
(he is literally planning for you to be the future queen so the absolute AUDACITY they have)
Before he does anything he wants to make sure you're alright first the idiotic scoundrels shall be spared for the time being
Seeing you cry is absolutely heartbreaking
He comforts you holding you silent listening patiently at you talking
Stroking your hair and back
He tells you that you should not let them get to you
(he has never been bullied a day in his life well expect for Leona ig... so he's not to sure on what to do. But he shall try his best)
He knows you're shy but he truly believes you can over come it and stand your ground
He tells you to try telling and authoritative figure or them off or ignoring them maybe
He also suggests letting him deal with it
If he so happens to over hear you being the butt of some bad jokes he would immediately step in to defend you without hesitation
He just wants you to be able to breathe without some jerk bullying you for just existing
If you're an NRC student
He becomes more protective of you after that always following you around
Giving anyone who even dares to even snicker at you, the most piss off death glare ever
Yeah no one messing with you after that
Vil
Vil is not having it
*gasp* how dare they!?
Aren't ugly ppl irl supposed to be humble or something!?
Seeing you walk in his room with tears in your beautiful eyes was horrible
The fact that you were being basically a punching bag for someone's mean little jokes was unacceptable
He even stops doing his makeup mid way
You ask him for advice for you to stop getting bullied and he starts of by saying to not change anything about yourself
You're literally so perfect they're obviously the problem
Vil would sit you down on his bed and let you talking
Caressing your hand and wiping you tears being ever so gentle
He makes sure to listen up real good,
After you've calmed down
Vil would advise you to take a stand and even tell someone about it
Make sure to take as much distance as possible and ignore them no matter what even when it's easier said than done
He knows how you can be shy so he doesn't blame you if you're hesitant to stand up for yourself
But that doesn't mean he won't just let you deal with all that harassment without a word
He reassures you that this is what needs to be done
And even helps you along the way he wants to make sure you learn how to stand your grown and make boundaries
He's probably talking so much shit about them
Silver
Plus you where crying so it was obvious
He knew something was up when you busted into his room (which made him wake up)
And you no longer had your collected demeanor
Caressing your back and silently listening to you talk about your problems
He makes sure to give you advice
Like Vil he tells you to stand your ground and tell the teacher
He wants to reassure you that everything will be alright
He is very calm and patient and he wants to make sure you're ready first
He might even teach you a little self defense just to make sure you're not gonna get hurt
If you're a student at NRC
On one of the occasions we was awake during break
He even noticed about you being targeted for people's entertainment
And was quite displeased with it
He calmly (slightly passive aggressive) told those bullies off and broth you with him somewhere else
We would not stand for his S/O getting bullied
And is very quick to defend them but he also wants his S/o to be able to stand up for themselves
Jamil
He is very upset why would anybody bully you!?
You're so sweet send whoever it is sending them to the guillotine
He would pat your back and listen to you while nodding
And giving you some tissues
(if you find comfort in food)
He'd definitely cook you up your fav comfort dish to help you out
He wants you to feel safe
He suggests confronting them head on but scratches it when he thinks about how you can be quite shy
He opted for telling the teachers instead
If you're an NRC student
He tried to help you confront them
(he might us his special magic on them to tell them to just leave you alone)
He tries telling you to stay close to him and not be afraid to call him if you're having any trouble
#silver x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#malleus draconia x reader#twst x reader#twst requests#twst x reader requests
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warnings: woooooh long time no see huh? I was just craving some jimmy fluff but then i was like, eh might as well make these for all the characters. very self indulgent, maybe a little suggestive? some toxic behaviour from jimmy ofc.
sidenote: divider by @saradika-graphics
JIMMY
while people might think this guy is an unhygienic fuck, he's actually far from it. a complete and utter neat freak. he's obsessively cleaning the kitchen at every opportunity that he gets, washes his hands rhe millisecond he touches anything wet.
he wears your hoodie allll the time, but for some reason, doesn't let you wear his. his excuse? "they won't fit you". he doesn't ever disclose why he doesn't want you wearing his clothes, but his justification of wearing your hoodies is always "it just feels right".
he leaves the bathroom light on in his room before he sleeps at night, his reasoning is that he might wake up groggy and hit something, but you already know that he is in fact, very much afraid of the dark.
flinches every time you raise your voice, even when you're laughing. doesn't ever say why.
cooks for you every change he gets, he never boasts his cooking skills, but he's always making sure you smile right while eating it.
sleeps with the TV on static whenever you aren't at home, he reasons by saying the white noise helps him sleep, but it's really to block out the thoughts in his mind.
hums old radio songs while cooking. doesn't like anyone to be in the kitchen when he's cooking.
talks in his sleep a lot, your name more often than not, apologies, and other people's names sometimes.
CURLY
Has a subconscious habit of mirroring your movements, if you're stressed out he's pacing, if you're quiet, he's quiet, if you're sitting with your arms crossed, best believe he's doing it as well.
whenever he is at work and you're at home, he texts you random pictures throughout the day like, "look i saw a bird". "having a sandwich rn". "I'm heading home" with an image of the road.
does not like opening up about his emotions, there is a very big distance between you and his internal turmoil. you can be begging, wailing, and screaming for him to be honest and he'll just be like "don't worry about me".
apologises a lot, even mid sentences, "sorry- do you wanna go to this restaurant? they have sorry- seafood I think?".
from before the two of you started dating to even your 10 year anniversary, he has never ever thrown out/lost a single thing which you've gifted him.
has a bad habit of tapping his feet at a rhythmic motion, sitting, standing, sleeping.
similar to jimmy, has a habit of humming songs.
when he's overwhelmed, he just goes out for a walk, doesn't matter if it's below freezing temperatures, "it just takes his mind off of things".
whenever you guys are walking outside, he gently pushes you away from railings, stairs, lamp-posts. as if you're a glass doll, who can break at any little pressure.
ANYA
sometimes you hear her cry in the bathroom due to work related stress, but absolutely doesn't want you to know, she doesn't want you to think she's 'weak'.
whenever she has nightmares, she doesn't wake up gasping, or yell, or cry, just wraps herself around you as if it's the last day on earth.
leaves sticky notes on the fridge with reminders like, "take ur meds". "the milk is spoiled". "Love you so much".
strictly makes you go to routine doctor appointments, be it the dentist, ophthalmologist, the freaking bone doctors. ( el oh el )
keeps every single prescription bottle as if they're her personal trophies.
she chews the end of pens and pencils, you've tried to knock her out of it, but she tends to resume the habit rather fast.
she takes unusually long, and extremely hot showers whenever she's overwhelmed.
tunes her voice to match your comfort level, if you're stressed, she'll talk very softly, if you're excited, her voice tone will rise.
despite knowing about the human psyche, she gets extremely scared whenever she feels there's something off about the way you looked at her, or said 'I love you'.
SWANSEA
extremely afraid of being vulnerable with you, fixes your electrical appliances without you ever asking, but doesn't ever say 'i love you' first.
kisses you as if it's the first and last time ever, as if he won't get another chance.
builds you stuff, shelves for your books, maybe counter tops, bookshelves, a whole ass wooden closet.
when you're putting on makeup or getting ready, he likes staring at you. there's this deep sense of love and adoration in his eyes that he will never ever admit.
always forgets one of his mechanical tools in the kitchen, you'll always find a screwdriver or hammer laying around while trying to make breakfast.
sleeps on the couch during arguments, but checks up on you in the middle of the night to make sure you're sleeping alright.
sometimes, he lets out a grunt instead of answering, you've learned to translate it over time.
he always, ALWAYS. let's you have the last serving of food, doesn't matter if he's still hungry, he says that he's full. this is due to his years of unemployment due to alcoholism, he's seen the lack of food on his plate, doesn't EVER want to let you feel that way even when you guys are financially stable.
opens tight jars and cans and closes them a bit loosened, you think you've gotten stronger, you haven't.
he cuts conversations short if he notices that you're overstimulated, takes the hint and leaves the room.
will never EVER let you see him break.
DAISUKE
He's the kind of partner that gives you all of him, yet thinks he's not doing a good enough job, says 'I love you' like it's his full time job, because he's afraid the silence might steal you.
unknowingly bottles up his resentment because he doesn't know how to confront you about something, this usually results in outbursts with him yelling "am I not doing enough for you?!'.
texts you every time he finds something cute and says, "this reminded me of you :)".
had picked up a nasty smoking habit, he swears to you that he has quit, but chews bubblegum to mask the smell, you find out every time tho.
leaves cabinets and drawers open, you scold him every time but he somehow always forgets.
picks at his lips whenever he's nervous.
he checks the room for your reaction first before he speaks, you approval matters the most to him.
starts wearing the colours of clothes you compliment him in. oh you think pink looks good on him? guess who has a closet full of pink hoodies and t-shirts now.
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Can you do something with shanks where he has an s/o that likes to bite when they're excited or especially affectionate and Shanks is usually fine with it since its not hard enough to ever do any real damage but one day either he's busy or in a bad mood and when the s/o does it because they're feeling very affectionate he gets mad or really stern and mean which has never really happened before to that extent. It causes the reader to stop biting altogether because they're insecure. Shanks even catches them crying while biting like, a piece of wood, to curb the urge to bite. Sorry if this a weird request or too specific, you don't have to adhere to every little thing just the general idea. Whatever is comfortable for you to write.
Interesting ask, ngl. Thanks for giving it! Hope this matched what ya wanted.
TW: Cussing, slightly angsty?
Shanks x Reader: The marks of happiness.

All of your previous lovers would agree to one thing, one specific thing about you. And that was the fact that you would bite people. Not like a shark, but just bite and hold the flesh of the person when you felt happy or very affectionate. It was your way of being, your way of showing happiness other than the usual way. You did make sure not to bite too hard anyway. The ones you did it with, you had a deep emotional bond with. You had bad memories of people freaking out or teasing you in a bad way about it which is why you now only did it with people you really trusted with.
Shanks, your current lover, not only accepted it as a natural part of you but also didn't hesitate to encourage it once he learned the reason why you did such a thing. He'd laugh, showing your faint bite marks off with a large grin saying "I'm theirs!" And your chest would just feel so full of joy and happiness.
However today, and you didn't know it, but Shanks was in a rotten mood. He'd heard that one of his old friends had gotten hurt back in the East Blue and in critical condition. That and the Marines had cornered said friend in the region. Now he couldn't reach them via snail. It was not a good idea to storm over there to help either, since that would take some time to reach the place. So Shanks was in a worried and concerned mood. He had stormed into your shared cabin, back facing the entrance, looking out the window. You entered and in a happy mood, seeing only his back to you.
You happily skipped over to him in your shared cabin, as he looked out the window and took his arm and placed your teeth on his forearm, only for him to yank his arm away, snapping at you. "Quit it will ya?! It's annoying!"
You flinched, staring at him in a shocked and a pained expression "Huh? Oh I-"
"You think its all okay don't you? Well guess what sweetheart. It's annoying and weird."
"In fact, the only reason people allow you is cause they pity you. So I'd suggest that you drop the habit. Alright?" He hissed at you.
You nodded a few times, feeling your heart drop to your stomach, and ran out from the cabin, refusing to cry in front of him. Shanks just sat down on the chair near the window, head in his hand feeling immediate guilt. Why did he do this? He always ruined things unintentionally didn't he?
The next few days, he barely saw you, you slept on your own hammock with the others and either didn't meet his gaze or didn't come to him. And he....in his defence, didn't know how to apologize, especially when they had to participate in some battles. In the middle, when there were moments of joy, he didn't even see you do your usual thing even once. Even if it wasn't him, he would have at least expected you to bite any of the other friends you had on ship. The fact that he didn't see you do it even once, made him mote concerned than anything else.
The night after the battle, he entered belowdecks, hoping to find you. He was frozen with shock and horror as he saw you, sitting there with a small block of wood in your mouth, clearly biting into it, staring back at him in surprise. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before you dropped the wood into your hands glaring at him. "What."
"I- no, what are you doing?! That's bad for your teeth! You shouldn't-" He cried reaching out to you.
You slapped his hand away, turning away. "I shouldn't bite people right? Yeah, that's what I'm doing. Not biting people, isn't that what you wanted? Cause it's weird?" You spat at him.
"So you bite a block of wood? Why? Why not just bite someone else's arm? I'm sure they'll-"
"I'm trying to stop the habit. Easier for everyone, don't you agree? Then no one will have to agree to this." You said coldly and Shanks swore he felt something in him crack. You were trying to stop the habit? Your cute little habit?
Oh, how shitty he felt now. "Sweetheart, listen. That was....wrong of me to say. I was not thinking straight."
"Yeah well, you could have told me. Just one line, 'hey, not now, I'm not in the mood' or 'Maybe later' or 'Can I get some time alone?' Anything! I would have listened to ya'" You yelled, nails digging into the block, snapping your head to meet his gaze.
He looked down, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I know, I know. Trust me, I felt like a rightful ass after I did it."
He looked at you again "But still, I'm not any less sorry and I definitely don't think those thoughts."
You snorted, "Yeah right."
He looked pleadingly at you. "Darlin' please. Don't you trust me? You think I would lie to you? After all we've been through together?"
"Honey, whenever I see those marks, I show em' off. I love them, cause they're yours. You made those on me cause you were happy and what kind of boyfriend would I be if not happy at my partner's joy? I promise ya, I show them off any chance I get cause I'm so proud.
It was your turn to look down at the block again, mind feeling slightly conflicted still. You felt his hand reach out and tip your chin up to meet his face. "Love, please. I'll do better next time. So forgive me, and don't do...this."
You searched his eyes for any sort of lie at all. Any hint that he really did think the opposite, that he was just lying, to get you back, just as the ones who had done the same before, to you. All you found was love. Genuine, apologetic, hopeful love. And you dropped the block, surging forward for wrapping your arms around his neck which he happily reciprocated, his only hand curling around to place itself on the back of your head.
He put some space between you two to kiss your cheeks, before placing another kiss on your forehead, finally resting your foreheads together. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'll do better." He murmured.
Your hands found his palm, holding it and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. "You'd better" You teased, slightly.
He matched your smile, but it grew once you made eye contact, lightly biting the flesh of his palm. "There you are." He whispered out.
All was well. And he would be damned if he broke his promise to you, this he swore.
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hiiii! i know youโre probably rlly busy with requests but i had an ideaaa
9th member reader who is in a secret relationship with jeongin and the other members are slowly like catching them doing couple-y things or something along the lines of that??
sorry if i didnโt word it right ๐ญ
hihi~ i liked this idea but i wasn't sure how to set it all out... i wanted it to be short and sweet, don't know if i succeeded >< glad i got an innie request, he needed more fics . i just did the members catching on after a short while to make it simpler . here you goooo~~
that's true - (secret bf!yang jeongin x reader)
pairing: secret bf!yang jeongin x reader
summary: when the rest of skz finds out you and jeongin are dating, how will they react?
genre: fluffy to the max, idol! au, skz little shit strong agenda, slightly suggestive, this has no plotline whatsoever i'm sorry
a/n: div by @mikeykuns
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Jeongin groans as he stretches himself out on the bed, almost vibrating with the force of his extension. He bangs his fist on the headboard and you laugh as he whines, burrowing into the sheets.
"Don't laugh," he mutters, though a fond smile graces his fox-like features. "It's been so long since I had a night off."
You nod sympathetically and flop down on the sheets next to him. "Feels strange to not be rushing you off anywhere. You know, since you're always late-"
"No, I'm not!" He interrupts indignantly, sending you into a fit of giggles. "I just forget how quickly time passes sometimes. And at least I have you to tell me when I have stuff to do."
Jeongin's room is dark, the only source of light coming from the pinkish-gold glow of the triangular LEDs above his bed. They're exactly the same as the ones in Chan's bedroom, and not for the first time do you fight the urge to coddle Jeongin for his love of matching items.
You're both sprawled out silently on his bed, the spread ruffled and messy, and Jeongin's eyes are fixed on the closed and locked door. You know it's because he's afraid Chan will try to come in; none of the boys know you're dating each other yet, and you try and shake off the feeling that you're doing something wrong.
After all, you were their ninth member; some would call it a workplace romance, others a scandal. The youngest member of a kpop boy group and a newly added ninth member falling for each other was definitely something that the press would have loved to sink their teeth into. But you've managed to keep it a secret from seven of the nosiest people on earth, so you render the relationship secret and safe for the time being.
And, no matter how anyone else saw it, you thought it fate. Ending up with Jeongin was the best outcome in your view, with you always feeling so loved and warm around him, a bit like a cup of hot cocoa on a cold winter's day. You never went unappreciated, and in turn, he'd dedicated himself with even more fervor to his responsibilities, flushed with energy that came directly from your love. You couldn't have been any prouder.
Keeping it a secret, though, had come with its challenges; you often felt like a spy, having to run rings around the boys and duck out of sight whenever one of them appeared. You felt bad for a little while before realising that it was probably for the best; they would have a field day teasing their maknae if they found out you were dating.
You brush those thoughts aside momentarily as you look across to where your lover is silently staring up at the ceiling, no doubt relishing the quiet comfort of a night in, with no duties or events to rush off to.
"Innie," you say softly.
He responds with a quiet hum, eyes closed.
He must be exhausted, you think. The group had such a busy day; Chan had stayed late at the studio to finish yet another song track, so you'd taken the opportunity to be with Jeongin while you could.
You lean up on one elbow and survey his face; bare, the tiny marks and scars on his skin making him look more beautiful than any cosmetic ever could. You lightly touch the little scar on his jawbone, feeling the slightly raised scar tissue, the dry smoothness of the skin around it, so delicate where the hair starts to grow in tiny, soft waves.
His hair is messy, splayed out against the sheets, a bit like when he wakes up and looks a bit like a lion, his hair sticking out in all directions. You hope against hope that none of the boys will try to burst in and interrupt this precious, silent moment between you.
He's almost fast asleep already, so you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his slightly chapped lips, stroking the soft hair out of his face. Laying down next to him, you peek up to check the door is locked before falling into a heavy, inviting sleep.
.
The second you wake up, you throw off Jeongin's arm, which is laying heavily across your middle. Checking the time, you smooth back your hair and shake the fox-like boy awake.
"Innie," you hiss. "Chan will be back by now. Wake up."
"Oof," he responds.
You sigh and quickly straighten out your appearance in the mirror, slipping on your jacket and then tiptoeing to the door to check for noises. This isn't the first time you've had to sneak out of his room. Hearing nothing, you sigh and soak in the welcoming sunlight streaming from the window, before moving to shake Jeongin awake once more.
"Innie, come on."
"I'm up, I'm up," he groans. "Chan-hyung will probably still be at the studio... he always works til the morning..."
"I gotta go, then," you say, checking your watch. Ten minutes til you have to head down to the studio for a Tiktok video filming. "See you later."
You can barely hear his sad, murmured goodbye as you head out the door.
.
"Sleep well, Y/n?" Felix asks as he runs through the dance steps again.
You nod, side-eyeing him in suspicion. Does he know about you and Jeongin? "Yeah, thanks. I fell asleep in Jeongin's room."
"Not the first time you've done that," Hyunjin laughs. It's no secret that you would often head to the Jeongchan dorm for some better shut-eye; somehow, being in Jeongin's room always helped. And it was the perfect excuse to be with him too, away from prying eyes and unwanted interruptions.
You've all been at the studio for around two hours now; the boys are beginning to get tired of rehearsing the comeback routines, but after an insistent Seungmin begging for a break, Chan finally gives in and allows the boys and you a moment of respite.
You sigh and flop down against the wall, eyes tracking Jeongin across the room. He's taking swigs of water and fanning himself; no doubt sweaty from the dance exertion.
"Y/n," Chan says from above you.
"Hey," you say, not bothering to look at him. "Need something?"
"Actually, yes," he moves to sit down next to you, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
You turn to look at him them, expression betraying nothing. "No," you say cautiously. "Why?"
He holds up your phone between two fingers, an eyebrow raised in a pointed expression. Hyunjin and Jisung snicker from behind one of the couches lining the back wall.
"Where'd you find that?" You glower at him, knowing you've been caught.
He chuckles. "Wasn't a secret, Y/n. You slept in Jeongin's room last night, didn't you?"
You shrug, holding onto a shred of hope that he somehow still doesn't know. "So? I fall asleep there all the time."
"Seems a little strange considering the fact you have a perfectly good dorm of your own," he replies without missing a beat. "Minho and Jisung hardly see you anymore. Your shelves in your room are dusty as hell at this point. Why Jeongin's room?"
You shrug, looking at your faraway reflection in the mirrors. "He's my friend, and it's easier to sleep when he's near me."
"Right," Chan drawls, tossing your phone onto your lap. "Because it's perfectly normal for you and Jeongin, friends, to be sleeping in the same room, on the same bed."
"So? You and Felix do the same thing."
Chan makes an exasperated noise. "Just admit you're dating each other. I already got Jeongin to spill."
You choke on your tongue then, spluttering in disbelief. Hyunjin dissolves into cackles. "What?"
"Yep," he replies, remorseless. "Made him admit it without trying. It wasn't hard when he's always looking at you so lovestruck."
You scoff and look away. "It's none of your business anyhow."
Chan puts a hand on your shoulder as Jisung makes a dirty comment in the background. "It's okay if you're dating him, Y/n. Just- there are some things that shouldn't get too public, you know? For safety reasons."
You sit up, indignant. "But we're keeping it quiet, I swear. None of you even knew til a week ago."
He nods just as you shoot an accusatory glare at Jeongin across the room, silently betrayed. "That's true, Y/n, but just be careful. Congratulations, anyway."
You sigh just as Jeongin sheepishly comes over, bowing half-heartedly to you as he settles against your legs. "Sorry, Y/nnie."
"It's okay," you whisper. "They were gonna find out anyway."
"Chan-hyung is a detective," he says honestly. You laugh and stroke his slightly damp hair.
"Oh, and just a note," Chan coughs awkwardly. "Jisung overheard me telling Felix about it and now the whole group knows..."
"Took you two lovebirds long enough," Minho calls snidely from the other side of the room, Seungmin snickering beside him.
Hyunjin interrupts. "How long have you two been dating in secret anyway?"
You look up at the ceiling, thinking. "Maybe two months?"
"Two months!" He screeches, flailing and almost hitting Changbin in the face.
"Get them married already," Jisung rolls his eyes, giggling.
You groan and bury your face in your hands, fighting a smile.
"We kinda asked for the teasing, to be honest," Jeongin whispers.
"Yeah," you say, resigned and affectionate. "That's true."
a/n: my sweet sweet innie
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goody two-shoes
โพย gregory house x cop male reader
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cw: suggestive thirst, but no nsfw, trying to corrupt a cop
You've seen everything in your time as a traffic officer. Specifically everything about traffic, of course.
Men, that could possibly be great-grandparents, taking a little too long to move after the red light while driving the family hatchback, doing their grandkids a favor by driving his great-grandkids home.
Old men speeding because their reflexes are just not the same or they can't tell how fast they're going or their vision fails them and they read the speed limit sign wrong.
Men in their mid-life crisis driving the restored version of the old car they yearned to have in their childhood, speeding because they want to feel that rush thet felt lacking in their life.
Younger men speeding in their beatdown cars because they slept in one day and ended up being late for work, fearful of a paycut.
Young men speeding in their flashy sports cars because they're rich and apathetic, because they think the world revolves around their money.
You thought, however, that this shift would be boring. Hoped for it, even. It was a late night. You were just looking to kick your feet up on the dashboard, park under a shadow and fuck around on your phone.
You were wrong, though. Of course you were.
You've seen a lot of things, but not this. A graying man speeding late at night like he has somewhere to be that isn't home. No, no, who are you to judge?
...is that a cane on the side of his bike?
House sighs as sirens follow him. He should've known that dark shadow was a perfect spot for a cop.
He pulls over, like the good citizen he is. He gets off his bike, like the good citizen he is.
"Officer." He greets cordially, placing his helmet on his bike with a sigh. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
You raise a brow. You can already tell this old man is going to have an attitude. "This will take as long as it needs."
The man has the audacity to roll his eyes and cross his arms. "Look, I've got a busy night ahead."
"Tell me about it." He opens his mouth, but you stop him. There's some satisfaction in making him look like a gaping fish. "While you look for your license and registration and proof of insurance."
He gives you more attitude when he looks to the sky as if muttering a quick prayer before digging into his decidedly tight pants and fishing his license out of his wallet.
You inspect it, but he stays still as you do so. "Look for your papers, sir."
Not expired, good...address isn't too far from here to justify speeding...he certainly looks like his picture. His name is Gregory House.
"I don't have them."
"You don't have them?" You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. "Youโ"
"This jacket is small enough as it is, and before you ask, it is stylish and protective. Scraped skin is more painful than it is harmful." He locks eyes with you. A man several years your senior, staring you down to try to make you back down. With what, attitude?
Luckily, you have the better hand. You're taller, you're biggerโno, nevermind all that, you're a cop. "Youโ"
"Exactly why did you pull me over again?" House tilts his head.
"Speeding." You say between gritted teeth. "Twenty over the speed limit."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He says, kicking off his bike to stand upright. He shuffles closer with an awkward gait, yes, that was a cane on his bike. "It's late at night. Age gets to you, you know, officer. I couldn't see very well."
"That's what the lights on your bike are for." You say, shoving your hands into your pockets and breathing deeply. You can't let him get on your nerves. "And you're driving a motorcycle, sir, I think you can't play the age card."
"You don't get to decide that." Despite his bad leg, he stands up tall, challenging you. You see eye to eye, and you notice he's not exactly handsome...but there sure is tension, there.
"Really?" You huff out a laugh. All thoughts about keeping your calm are gone after that.
House smiles. "Really."
"Well, I do get to decide that you are going to sleep in cold jail cell tonight."
His smile disappears, replaced with a frown. "Come on, officer. You're seriously not going to detain me over not having my papers, are you? That's absurd. And it's petty, too. Even you cant deny that."
"That's funny," You scoff, "I'm thinking the same about you."
Out of all things, House looks offended at that. "Fine, fine you know, I can understand that, really, officer. I deserve it. I'm an asshole, I know, but you like it, don't you? You can't help but find my words charming."
You breathe out a huff, something between laughter and disbelief. "Now that is something I've never heard before."
"Something you've never heard before?" He seems to be in disbelief too, "I'm sure you've heard it from some young lady, maybe even another man. You mean you've never heard it from an old man, don't you?"
He takes your silence as a yes. "You know, there's always a time for firsts."
"You're really not as charming as you think you are." You approach. He walks backwards in return, but you follow, up until the back of his foot hits his tire.
"I'm a doctor." House begins desperately. "I'm expected at the hospital tomorrow for an early morning shift. You're not going to stop me from saving lives are you?"
For a moment, you let him think he's got you. You let the words sit in, like you're really thinking, like you're sympathizing with him. "Are you resisting arrest, sir?"
"What? Noโ"
You take his arm and spin him around, keeping his forearm pinned against his back.
"Hey!"
You use that forearm to press him against the back of his own back and pin him down further. When the first cuff wraps around his wrist, he begins to protest.
He doesn't even say "we can talk about this". He just starts talking. "Oh real funny, yeah. Pin down the helpless old cripple."
Then the other cuff wraps around his other wrist. "I bet this is one of your fantasies. Pinning down an old man and using him as you please. I'm too weak for you, I'll admit that. So why don't you just push me against the hood of your work car and do as you like?"
Staring down at the way his leather jacket and loose shirt ride up, you're certainly tempted. His tight pants do nothing for the imagination, especially with how close you are. You're pressed against him, really.
If he were a woman, with his short jacket and his belted pants, you might've even seen the peek of a thong from this angle...but he's not a woman. Yet, undeniably, the curve of his ass still entices you. His attitude would certainly be fun to quiet.
...but you're a cop.
The handcuffs click as they're pushed as tight as they can be.
"You want to have a fun time?" You ask, forcing him to stand back up with a grip on the cuffs. "Jail's fun. You can imagine the cold as the climate of a skeeing mountain."
As you drag him off towards your car, he digs his feet into the ground. "Wait, my bike!"
"You know the rules. It'll be towed." You continue dragging him.
House sighs. "Fuckin' goody two-shoes cops."
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How the chainsaw man girls handle jealousy
A/n:I usually don't write for the csm 2 girls but let me know if you want me to and I'll add them to the masterlist (mainly cause I really like fami)
Makima
Thanks to you, makima, now could finally feel true emotions. You made her feel the happiness of being truly loved, the sadness of being without you, anger when a devil had the gall to hurt you, and the worry of when you came injured from a mission and so on..
She felt another one of those emotions when she saw you talking to another girl at the public safety headquarters, a particularly flirty one who apparently didn't know you were dating her boss.
Ah this must be jealousy.
She wasn't that bothered by it. She knows she can trust that you'll never leave her. However, the moment she starts touching you even after you clearly rejected her and is making you feel uncomfortable, that girl is dead.
She might have better morals after meeting you but she's not above killing who she deems as human scum.
But if things don't reach that stage, the girl might just be assigned a particularly difficult mission as her next
"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend,"
"Who cares? It's not like she's gonna know anyway"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to y/n"
"Ah! M-miss makima!"
"Oh sure babe"
"B-babe? You mean she's your girlfriend"
"Exactly, and now that you know I suggest not looking forward to your next mission"
Power
The moment she sees you talking to another girl, she gets mad, she assumes you're cheating on her cause she doesn't have that much of an understanding of relationships.
In her eyes, you don't need anyone else when she's clearly the best option.
She's also really angry towards the girl. How dare she try to steal what's hers? Even though she wasn't flirting with you
"Hey! Y/n! What are you doing talking to this human"
"Oh power, don't worry she was just asking me directions"
"Like I believe that! You better go away this very moment I'll kill you!"
"Power be nice"
"Only if you stop talking to this bitch"
"*sigh* I'm so sorry"
Himeno
How she reacts depends on how drunk she is.
She gets really clingy when she is drunk, so she'll hug you from behind and lazily try to pull you away from the girl you were talking to while mumbling some incoherent words and that's usually your sign to take her home.
She's really not that jealous when sober, even when a girl flirts, she doesn't get mad, she understands her,after all if she didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have gotten with her amazing partner.
"Hey, you having fun without me over here?
"Oh sorry hime,I was just about to tell her I have a girlfriend"
"Oh you do? Sorry I had no idea"
"It's fine. I get it they're so stunning anyone would try to get with them"
"Did you just use the fact that a girl was flirting with me as a way to flirt with me?
"Guess so, I guess complimenting you is just second nature to me"
Kobeni higashiyama
This poor nervous wreck of a girl.
Whenever she sees you talking to another girl, she kinda gets anxious and starts comparing herself to that girl. Imagine how it is when a girl actually flirts with you
She starts overthinking and sweating,thoughts that you're gonna leave her for the other girl and how she's a bad girlfriend her fill her head.
She'd rather self combust than try to confront the girl with you around so she'll just continue wallowing in self-pity until you finish.
She needs a lot of hugs and reassurances later to calm down
"Hey, are you OK, kobeni? You were sweating and shaking"
"O-oh n-o i'm ok, what about t-that girl you were talking to?"
"I told her I had a girlfriend and she left, don't worry,more importantly, let's continue out date"
"R-really?"
"Of course you're my girlfriend right? I'd much rather hang out with you than some random girl"
"Uhm t-thank you"
Asa mitaka
She is also kind of anxious and worried just way less than kobeni.
She feels kind of like a bad and boring girlfriend often, and that feeling skyrockets when a girl flits with you.
She trusts you, but seeing you so close to that girl while she blatantly flirts with you just makes her feel kinda angry at her, and yoru definitely tries to take advantage of that.
"Come on don't you wanna get rid of her anyway"
"Not in that way yoru!"
"Just turn her into a weapon, that way I get a new one to fight chainsaw man, and you get to take care of that bitch"
"I'm not gonna do that"
"Geez you really are a bad girlfriend then"
"I'M NOT A BAD GIRLFRIEND"
"........"
"D-did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah but don't worry at least it was the truth"
Yoru
You and yoru begged asa to let her take control of her body for just an entire date. After a lot of hesitancy, she accepted but made yoru promise not to kill anyone........ You should probably think twice before trusting the war devil
The moment she saw another girl even look at you with a flirty gaze, immediately she turned her into a weapon without any hesitation.
You weren't that shocked, dating yoru does come with a very high chance of her trying to murder people she even thinks are trying to steal you, you were kinda mad at her for what she promised asa though.
"*sighs* why did you do that?"
"You're mine she was trying to take you from me. I could feel it"
"And how are you gonna explain it to asa?"
"Well it's not my problem"
"What?"
Then she feel unconscious the scars from her face disappeared and asa woke up looked at the weapon in her hand and then at you
"I'm so sorry asa I swear I can explain"
Fami

She was just coming back to your table with your fast food orders (she got way too much food for herself). When she saw you talking to a girl, she didn't recognize
She didn't think much about it maybe you were just talking to a friend. So she ignored the kinda weird feeling in her chest by doing her favorite thing (tied with spending time with you) eating.
The girl, meanwhile, was very freaked out that a random girl was staring at her with a cold glare and ringed eyes so she left allowing you to go back to your girlfriend.
"Hey fami, sorry if It took me long"
"It's fine, who was that girl you were with?
"I don't know she just came up to me and started flirting"
"I see"
"Why? Are you jealous"
"No I am not"
"Alright whatever you say, you did eat faster than usual though and that's saying something"
"*sighs* Humans are truly weird creatures"
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hello mr. sex witch. 100% ok to discard if this is inappropriate or out of your wheelhouse. i love my husband very much and feel very safe with him, but i tend to dissociate pretty bad when trying to have sex. like, full on my soul leaving my body and floating a few steps away from it. itโs really distressing and makes me feel terrible because it makes me want sex less, which makes my husband feel like i must not be attracted to him or love him and i feel like an awful spouse.
iโm in therapy already, but itโs one of the hardest things for me to talk about with another person. it makes me feel dirty and shameful and disgusting every time i try. i love my therapist and have been seeing her for around 4 years now, but i just want to leap out of my skin anytime our sessions go anywhere near my relationship to sex, and i have a hard time even using correct anatomical terms to refer to my body parts when talking to her about it. i usually just slip into vagueries like โdown thereโ or โthat partโ or โthat area.โ my mouth and throat dry up otherwise.
not at all asking you to diagnose me with anything, but i was wondering if there happen to be any good self-help resources you know of for moving past this? the things i have found in the past 10-ish years or so often feel sort of like โjust look at yourself in the mirror and jerk off more and then one day youโll magically get over it in one fell swoop,โ and thatโs never really felt like anything but dismissal to me. (i also acknowledge that i could be misreading the tone of some of these stories and guides because iโm coming at them from a place of pain and fear. may very well not be their fault.)
if you donโt have anything for something like this itโs okay, i donโt want to be annoying or a burden. you just seem really knowledgable and i thought maybe would know of something or other. if not itโs totally fine, i hope youโre having a nice day. thanks for your time reading this.
hi anon,
I want to be very delicate here, because I'm broadly opposed to offering diagnoses here especially when it's in an area that's very outside my realm of knowledge, and I really appreciate that you aren't asking me for a diagnosis.
having said that: virtually everything you're describing here, from the consistent dissociation to the physical distress response you experience when trying to talk about sex, sounds very much like a trauma response. I absolutely agree that most of the resources you've been finding likely aren't suitable to be helpful for you, because they're aimed at people who are feeling a little insecure in their body and not someone who has a deeply rooted distress response.
it sounds like the most well-equipped person to help you tackle this is a trauma-informed therapist. I obviously don't know anything about the therapist you see now, and I'm sure she's been able to help you in other ways, but it seems like you're having a hard time cracking this particular matter with her to make any positive change in the direction you want. if trauma isn't an area where she's able to work with patients, I think it may be very worth your while to consult someone more specialized to help you address this specifically.
I know that all by itself this isn't really an answer, almost certainly not the one you were hoping for, and is only a suggestion of more work and emotional difficulty for you, in addition to the potential costs of finding a second mental healthcare provider. I am sincerely sorry about that. I wish there was an easier solution I could provide, and I wish you the best of luck.
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how do you think Hazbin Hotel characters would react to a demon with butterfly wings?
The main Hazbin cast x Butterfly demon reader
Part 2 >
A/N: This wasn't really specific with what charas specifically, so I'm just doing the main cast. I'll do a part 2 with more characters, though, if it's wanted (sorry)
Reader's wings are written as colourful and proportionate to their body, so they are pretty big.
Realised there's a 10 image limit per post, which is bs. Isn't how i normally would have liked it to be aesthetically bc of that ๐
Cw: Sfw, slightly suggestive stuff in Angel's, reference to decapitation and cannibalism ๐, kinda a bit angsty in Angel's and Vaggie's, gn! Reader
Charlie
- Charlie would be absolutely delighted by you, no doubt about it.
- She wants nothing more than to be in a place that's vividly colourful and (assuming reader is a somewhat colourful butterfly demon) you'd be that for her.
- She also probably just really really likes butterflies in general though, let's be real.
- I can imagine her just staring at your wings with absolutely starry eyes while complimenting them.
- "They're so pretty ohhh my gosh!"
- I imagine her being lightly jealous, she'd love to have wings like a butterfly.
- Would probably ask if she can touch, and look somewhat sad when told no due to how it would cause your scales to come off. (Assuming reader's wings are the same as normal butterfly wings)
- It may get somewhat uncomfortable if you don't like attention, she would definitely fixate heavily on them. Tell her to stop though and it's making you feel weird and she will tone it down though.
- If not, though, enjoy the attention you're gonna be getting from Charlie over them.
Vaggie
- Vaggie would likely be a bit uncomfortable about seeing demons with wings in general due to her history - let alone you with beautiful, delicate ones.
- I think she'd secretly be hiding some angst and jealously about your wings ngl.
- When she sees Charlie fawning over them though oh boy.
- Yeah she's not gonna be happy about them then. She doesn't blame you or anything for how she's feeling as it's her issue and she knows that, but it still hurts quite a bit - especially in the beginning.
- It gets less and less bad though the more she gets used to it, she kind of just becomes 'meh' about it - especially if you ask Charlie to stop being so gaga about them.
- When she gets her wings back, though, I think she'd come to think they are cool. A normal level appreciation though.
- I can half see you two helping each other out with your wings down the line if you two get closer though.
- There are some things that come with upkeep so wings don't become damaged and stuff, so the people who also have wings? Allies 100%.
Angel
- I'm gonna be fr, the first time your wings come out he's probably gonna be panicked due to his baggage.
- Especially if it happens when you're angry.
- He's probably gonna need reassurance you aren't gonna try hurt him tbh.
- As sad as it is, his trauma would definitely play a part in his initial perception of them.
- After he recovers a bit and stops immediately going into fight or flight and seeing you =/= Val though, the switch up is insane.
- He would be all over you about them.
- I can imagine him calling you a bunch of butterfly related petnames.
- If you remember the 'make those wings flap' comments he made about Husk, its gonna be that on a hundred.
- Even if it's just joking flirting about them, it's gonna be constant because he thinks they are beautiful and it's a lot of material considering you're a butterfly and he's a spider.
- I feel like he would touch them at some point without really thinking and pull his hand back to see your scales have rubbed off onto his hand and go ''oh shit.''
Husk
- I don't think he'd have much of a reaction to it at all - at least not initially.
- Of course he acknowledges that they are very pretty, but he won't comment upon it much at all unlike the others.
- Possibly may make reference to it when crafting bitter statements directed towards you, though.
- Down the line, if you grow closer to him, I can see him as actually being concerned about your wings.
- They are extremely eye-catching and unique for a being in hell, and due to that, it could lead demons to actively target you
- Whether with overt aggressive intentions to take your wings and sell them, or with more covert problems like you being scouted for modelling (ie. By Velvette)
- I can see Vaggie and you trying to set up a wing maintenance group and trying to include him in it. Him being vehemently against it to a level that's almost comedic.
- You eventually convince him even though he's complaining the whole way through it. (He is lying and actually enjoys it).
Pentious
- He wouldn't like them at all in the beginning.
- They're big and bulky and get in the way of everything, including him.
- The amount of times he's accidentally fallen due to 'tripping' on your giant ass wings is greatly irritating and embarrassing to him.
- Possibly thinks you keep trying to kill him by tripping him.
- Could also see his 'hair' (idk how to properly refer to it, haha), accidentally brushing up against your wings with how expressive it is and getting your scales all over him.
- Basically, he doesn't like them because he's clumsy but will take it out on you.
- I also get the vibe he'd be jealous because of how eye-catching they are.
- In his mind, if he had wings like that, then he'd surely have been acknowledged by the Vees in some way.
- If you change your habits with your wings to be conscious of him not being able to walk normally and start getting onto better terms, though, he will likely become appreciative of them and stop being so pissy about them.
- They are very cool looking to him, and once his poor attitude wears off about them, he'll come to admit that.
Alastor
- He'd actually be somewhat weary of you in the beginning.
- It's nature's law that creatures that do not bother to hide themselves are not to be messed with - especially in a place like hell of all places.
- When he sees that you just happen to be particularly colourful, he drops that, though.
- He'd honestly probably be thinking of what it would be like to eat a demon like you after confirming you are, in fact, not poisonous or dangerous at all.
- He doesn't much care all that much for the intrinsic beauty of things as long as they aren't utterly ugly, and as long as they aren't obnoxious and in your face.
- Depending on how bright and vibrant they are and how much attention you bring to them, he may actually dislike them.
- If not, though, he acknowledges they are nice to look at, but again, doesn't really care about them outside of theorising how they would be to eat.
- Would probably make comments about how he could "just eat your wings up," or ask you about how you taste just to try to freak you out.
Niffty
- When she sees them, her eyes grow wide in a mixture of surprise and awe. At the exact same time, an unhinged smirk spreads across her face.
- She then proceeds to leap at you, scissors or whatever sharp object is closest to her raised at your wings.
- She'd be absolutely trying to take a piece out of them for her 'collection' ๐
- You're gonna need medical attention after she's done with you because she's hellbent.
- Her obsessiveness over your wings would vary depending on your gender but either way, she'd be trying to get a piece of them for herself.
- Definitely abnormal level of appreciation of them in the absolute worst way.
- If you can get her to stop instantly trying to cut off parts of them, she's still constantly trying to touch them. You need to complain about your scales every damn time she tries to reach out to touch it without fail.
- it's like your wings are a beacon, and she's the insect gunning for it ironically.
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Hand holding HCs..DROP EM
Likeeeeeeee their fav ver of hand holding, do they do the finger rub thing, do they pull your hand in to kiss it!!!!!!
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TF141 and how they would hold your hand!
A/N: Yesss finally I finish something cute and wholesome. I'm sorry this took so long, I'm lowkey so bad at fluff.
Warnings: No warnings, suggestive for the very last point on Soap's section towards the end. 99% fluff.
Masterlist here!
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Price is a romantic when it comes to holding your hand.
He would've been a little shy about it at the start, almost always asking because he's just such a gentleman. Now it's just become a habit of his, a very cute habit.
"Can I hold your hand, love?"
"They're so soft."
His hands would ALWAYS be warm which is perfect if you're a cold-handed kinda person.
"You feel so cold. Here, let me just.."
He is very insistent on placing kisses on your knuckles or the back of your hand.
Over all he's just very sweet about it, a gentle yet firm grip as you two walked or cuddled, or anything.
If he had to choose, his favourite time or way to hold your hand is while he's driving. One hand on the wheel while the other holds yours over the console.
Gaz would just initiate it like that. He doesn't feel the need to ask.
He's already wrapped around your finger the minute he wakes up, while eating breakfast, just hanging out together, everywhere.
He will always have his hands on you, whether it be holding your hands or not.
An extremely clingy boyfriend, his grip is pretty possessive.
He just loves you so much and wants you to know how much you mean to him.
PDA? Doesn't really care unless you do. He will very proudly hold your hand and show off how gorgeous his partner is.
Is quite playful with it, will happily swing your arms back and fourth.
Holding your hand is something which could cheer him up from whatever stress he would be facing.
Shamelessly, his favourite way is when you begin to pull away, and he has to coax his fingers back into yours, not wanting the moment to end.
"Kyle- stooop, your hands are sweaty."
"No, no, no. Let me hold you just a little bit longer, doll."
And you always let him despite how warm and clammy you may feel. Who are you to deny him of that?
Ghost wasn't much for physical affection, only finding comfort in the smallest of touches like small pats on the shoulder or knee.
Though later on, he warms up to your touches, finding your aura endearing and calming.
It started out as linking his gloved pinkie finger with yours, slowly, slowly edging closer until your hands are completely intertwined together.
His hands are so rough and so cold compared to the rest of him so there was quite the temperature contrast between you two.
After feeling how warm you were compared to him, you swore you could almost hear him purring into your neck the moment your hands met.
PDA isn't his thing. It isn't anything against you, he just doesn't enjoy putting too much attention on it. He'd formally hold your hand or interlock your pinkies together, maybe a little more if you ask him or if the time called for it.
His favourite way to hold your hand is just the cutest.
He will very often grab your hand under the table or under the covers and out of sight. Its intimate, almost as if you two were trying to keep it a deep secret. He knew it made your heart flutter, and it made his flutter too.
Soap's probably the one where your hand holding will most likely lead somewhere more.
If he's holding your hand, then he's also placing kisses along your palms and your knuckles.
His kisses would lead up your arm like in cartoons until he's placing small kisses on your shoulder, your neck, then up at your lips, and a make-out session ensues.
And he's holding your hands all throughout it, not letting go one bit.
Since starting dating, he's just been happily holding you with physical affection being his love language. He couldn't help it, you feel so soft against him.
"These hands may've killed, but they'll hold ya' like there's no tomorrow, dove."
He's so romantic it's adorable.
"I love you," kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss "ah, you set my soul on fire."
Similar Gaz, he's very, very clingy.
Doesn't care too much about PDA either, he'll very happily hold your hand regardless if you're out with.
His favourite way to hold your hand would be during sex just because of how intimate it is. Whether he be taking you from behind or in missionary, his fingers would be firmly intertwined with yours, pushing them into the plush of the bed to make sure you wouldn't be able to let go anytime soon.
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I think I'm back guys! 2 more exams and it's over, and I SHOULD be back to writing again. I mean hell, I've had the urge to write so much in these past couple days, I'm on a roll. Are we so back?? I hope
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TEACH YOU A LESSON carl grimes x fem!reader



warnings โ both are 18+, repost of an old fic because i feel bad for depriving you guys, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, jerking off, oral (m!receiving), sub!carl
it got on your nerves how all of a sudden a new girl comes to the school and your boyfriend is all over her. maybe you're overreacting, but he's still spending too much time with her for your liking. the two of you have barely spent time together the past few days.
that brings you to now. sitting outside next to ron. you were in your normal spot, right next to where carl was supposed to be sitting. instead he was teaching enid how to use a gun, which the girl was already clearly an expert at.
the worst part, he was way too close. arms around her close, ignoring her murderous glare.
but what really caught your attention is the way he was looking at you. you've been with carl so long that you can read him like an open book. he was doing this to get a reaction out of you. soon after he was making his way back to your spot, but you don't even give him time to sit down.
you grab his arm and stand up, "let's go."
"go? where?" it didn't take a genius to recognize the suggestive tone in his voice. but you didn't answer him, just took his hand to lead him to his house.
he would say snarky things while you walked even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. "cat got your tongue?"
you whip around and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down harshly. "i don't know what you were hoping for but trust me carl, you're not getting it."
the smirk on his face drops but quickly returns. "punishment or not, you're gonna fuck me."
he was right, you did. but here the boy is now, squirming on his bed on the edge of his third orgasm and you showed no signs of stopping. it was a sight to see truly, his head thrown back, legs quivering. your hand was working on his cock in slow motions.
"please, please, please."
you giggle, speeding up slightly causing the boy's mouth to drop open. "please, what baby?" he didn't answer you, all he did was grab your arm and whimper.
you pout in faux sympathy, "want me to stop?"
his grip on your arm got tighter and he leaned forward, guiding your hand to make sure you didn't "no!"
a sadistic smirk finds its way to your lips, something popping in your head that would guarantee carl never stepping out of line again. maybe it was a little harsh, your heart clenching a little at your precious boyfriend. he'd already apologized and was doing so good.
but it would teach him a lesson.
you continue pumping him, speeding up a little and nearly laugh when 'thank you's repeatedly fell from your boy's lips. you truly can read him like an open book, so you could tell when he was about to cum. you wait until the moment he was about to and pulled away, ruining it for him.
tears spring his eye at the dull feeling, "why?" he whimpers, head lifting off the pillow to look at you before falling back in desperation.
maybe you felt a little bad, but you also really liked it. "i'm sorry baby, was that mean?" he nods, pretty tears falling from his eye. your hand wraps around him again and he jolts, pushing it away.
"oh, you don't want me to finally give you what you want?" his eyes widen,
"no, i do! please," you smile at him and lower yourself on the bed.
once your mouth is level with his cock you look up at him again, "you sure you can take it baby?"
he nods, "mhm, i'll be good. promise."
he nearly sobs when you take him in your mouth, sucking on his tip lightly. you watch his reactions and wonder how someone could be so pretty when they're a mess. you lower your head, attempting to take him all in your mouth no matter how difficult it may be. you wanted to see just how wrecked he could get.
his hand finds its way to your head, not pushing, just tangling in your hair while he looks down at you in ecstasy. when you start bobbing your head it's obvious he won't last longer. he finishes down your throat with something between a moan and a groan.
"i hope this teaches you a lesson carl."
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Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst ๐
ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...
Astarion
really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.
can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?
you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.
if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.
holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.
as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.
Gale
curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.
wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.
makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.
you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."
fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.
when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.
Lae'zel
only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.
"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"
hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.
makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.
it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.
"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."
goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.
Shadowheart
obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.
immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.
it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.
"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."
her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.
"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."
she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.
Wyll
panics.
you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.
he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.
lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.
helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.
when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.
constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.
Karlach
another panicker.
scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.
begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.
you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.
carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.
Halsin
sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?
squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.
you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.
he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.
kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.
Dammon
my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.
waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?
when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.
he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.
he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.
Rolan
another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.
"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."
rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.
you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.
Zevlor
practical but still worried about you.
you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.
you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.
when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.
when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.
does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...
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HAI DANDELION OF TOWA OTONASHI MY BRAIN GAVE ME WORMS AGAIN BECAUSE OF EPISODE 17 I AM SHAKING. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DID!!!! ND I HOPE EVERYTHING HAS BEEN GOING WELL FOR UUU <3333
the brain worms in question ... are like . Hold on my thoughts are orienting ... so mc gets back from the mission and immediately texts her favorite ghoul (who was NOT on the mission, my ritsu heart is screaming,,, ) about the mission and how she wishes he was there instead because having to pick one of them felt so wrong and she realized it's because she wanted to give the bottle to HIM and not any of them DO YOU SEE MY VISION
in other news i have absolutely been converted to a ren fan ... bro was trying to hide his crush on mc so hard i almost felt bad for him T0T poor guy he makes me so Head in Hands. HARU ND RUI ALSO SHONE SO MUCH <333 and i feel like ive gained a new appreciation for edward ... i even slipped up and called him ed a few times ... oops
if u don't want to write this suggestion u can always just respond to this like a normal ramble ask T0T i don't want to stress u out because you're literally the first person i share my brain worms with LMAO
me when i write you an essay. IM SO SORRY I'LL STOP BOTHERING U BYEBYE THANK U FOR ALL OF YOUR HARD WORK ND KEEPING US FED <333333333 YOURE THE BEST EVER
Hiiii number one Ritsu lover! I loved the new episode of course. I was happy to see three of my favorite ghouls (โ ย โ ๊โ แดโ ๊โ ) Whaaat not the seaweed hair guy stealing you attention (I'm telling Ritsu) but honestly I get it. Poor guy is so deep in his delusions I honestly don't know what would have to happen in order for him to just admit he fell for MC. At this point Ed suddenly becoming a clean freak is more possible. Speaking of him.. I see a chance for Ed to steal some of your attention too (โ ๏ฝกโ โขฬโ แดโ -โ )โ โง he's not so bad is he? Also you're welcome to always share your worms with me, I don't mind hehe. Especially because they're always so interesting! Now to the main thing, I do love the idea! I do hope I interpreted it correctly though aaaa. I wrote it in a way where it's kinda like a confession moment for MC! Like the ghouls finally get to know she has feelings for them. Does that make sense? I hope so hehe. And I hope you'll like this! Wait, how do I title this?
Telling them they were the ones you wanted to give the bottle to
[Based on Episode 17. Ritsu, Haku, Tohma, Romeo]
Ritsu definitely already had all the important information about the mission. By important I mean things like who were you spending th most time with and so on, of course. He too wishes he was there instead, but your confession catches him a bit off guard. I guess you making heart eyes at him during every study session you guys had wasn't enough of a sign... If you really want to give him the bottle, then he will make it happen by planning a surprise date, trying to recreate the scene from the show!

Haku felt hurt the moment they announced the cast. What do you mean he's not going? He'd play his role perfectly! Well, he wouldn't even have to play.. Luckily for him, there is still a chance to steal your heart. He smiles smugly at his phone, pride filling his chest. You didn't want any of the 6 ghouls. You wanted him. Who is he to reject his dream girl? Be ready for a cute date where you two craft the bottles together! And some making out.

Tohma was feeling a little restless knowing you were gone for 3 days having fun with other ghouls.. but he won't show it at all. He has no right to feel possessive over you after all.. And yet a wave of relief washes over him when you confess to him like that. So his gut feeling was right after all. He won't waste any more time now, wanting to sweep you off your feet! He will use any means necessary to perfectly recreate the scene with you, this time without anyone else present.

The audacity not to invite Romeo to take a part in this mission! With his looks he's basically made for the screen! And having a chance to impress you no less! He will act like it doesn't bother him though. I mean, it's not like anyone can compare to him anyways. When you confess he's the one you wanted to give the bottle to, his ego gets a nice boost. Of course you wanted him. And since he's so nice, he'll give you a chance! Good luck, you have exactly an hour to craft a bottle for him!

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Nightmare
Gn reader x Raphael
Warnings: Injury, Guns, Blood, Suggested Character Death, Nightmare
Part 2

You're not sure why you're awake. You can't put your finger on it, but something about tonight is just unsettling. You are sitting on the couch, staring blankly through infomercials, when the dirge of products made for very specific situations is interrupted.ย
BREAKING NEWS: MONSTERS IN MANHATTAN
Your stomach drops.
No...
The news report cuts to a live feed of the construction site where they knew the Foot had *something* going on, but they couldn't figure out what. They had moved out to do just that hours ago.ย
Please no...
The news helicopter hovers over a circle of gunmen trained on a large figure. There is a massive, darkening bruise across his left arm and face, and his shell is cracked and seeping red. He'd fallen. From how high up you'd no idea.
Your body stands on it own and steps towards the television. Too injured to stand, he looks up at the humans surrounding him, and he's afraid. You've never seen him afraid of anything.ย
You reach out a hand towards the screen as wild eyes dart between barrels, he's trembling. You can't hear him over the roar of the helicopter and the barking of orders, but you see him say, "please... please don't hurt me..."ย
One man orders him to raise his hands over his head, another orders him not to move, a third demands he identify the device on his back. They're scared too. You hate them for it.ย
A sound, probably nothing more than falling debris, spooks one of the younger men and he opens fire. The rest follow suit, and a scream rips from your throat as your knees buckle.ย
You hit the floor and shoot up in bed soaked in sweat and screaming. Through a haze of tears and terror you frantically grasp for your phone on the beside table, sending the call.ย
He picks up quickly.ย
"Hey."ย
"Tell me you're okay." You demand into the phone.
"What?"
"Tell me you're okay. I need to hear you say you're okay." You're near hysterics, still barely conscious, the roar of gunfire ringing in your ears.
"Yeah, yeah I'm okay," he reassures quickly, "are *you* okay?" He asks. Now he's worried. You're usually one to keep a cool head in the worst situations.
You lay back and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to slow your heart rate, and ignoring the hot tears of relief that stream from your eyes. "Yeah... Yeah I'm okay..." your voice trembles.
You suddenly feel really stupid. Of course he's okay. "Sorry... I'm sorry," you apologize, embarrassed, "Bad dream. You can go back to work. Sorry. Night." You hang up before he can respond and cover your face with your hands.
He looks down at his phone when the call ends. You certainly didn't seem okay. He's on the other side of town tonight, but things have been pretty quiet, and... well, now he has an excuse.ย
A little over an hour later, you're still sitting in bed, having been unable to fall back asleep, and there is a soft landing overhead.ย
Damn it.ย
Moments later there is a knock at your bedroom door. You don't bother getting out of bed.
"You didn't have to come all the way here," you sigh.ย
The door opens, "Seemed important."
He steps into your room and over to the bed. You move over and he sits on the side of the bed next to you.ย
He looks you over. You can't bring yourself to look at him, instead choosing to remain focused on the hands in your lap. "Bad dream, huh?"
You nod.ย
"'Bout me?"
You nod again.
"I get hurt?"ย
You tense and shut your eyes as that first gunshot rings in your ears.ย
He nods in understanding, looking you over. There's something like a selfish pride that's touched that the thought of something happening to him seems to affect you so deeply, but it's quickly overruled when you open your eyes and they're brimming with tears.
He sighs and takes one of your hands, squeezing gently, trying to reassure you that he's okay, that he's safe and he's here and he's okay. "Sweetheart..." He says softly before trailing off. He doesn't know what to say.ย
"I know why you do what you do," you say softly, as if you're afraid that speaking too loudly might break you, "I understand it, and I agree with it, and you know I would never ask you to stop..."ย
You look up at him and his heart breaks when your voice cracks, "... and I hate it."ย
He releases the hand in your lap and bring his up to wipe a tear from your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes and pressing his hand against your cheek, grateful for any tangible proof that he's here, safe. "I hate waiting for the day when you climb out my window for the last time," you say, unable to stem the tears, "and I hate knowing it's coming."ย
You'd grown so close in the last few months. You'd begun to forget what life had been like without him, and you really really didn't want to have to remember. Ever.ย
He couldn't bear it. Seeing you like this. He looks at you with an unreadableย expression before picking up you in one motion and pulling you into his lap. You waste no time wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. You bury your head in his shoulder and cry.
He doesn't know what to do. He wants to tell you that nothing bad is going to happen, that he will always come back to you, that you don't have to worry. But he can't. He can't lie to you. There is a very real possibility that any given night might be the last night.ย
So, he does the only thing he can do. He holds you tighter, grateful for this moment, and every single one after, that he has left with you.
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I got real nervous they were doing Lila x Five really early in the season. It wasn't even explicitly stated, it was just a feeling from how they were setting up and framing things. Lila disagreeing with Diego and going to talk to Five. Lila keeping secrets from Diego that Five knew about. The tension of Five covering for Lila to Diego. Lila's dissatisfaction with her relationship with Diego and asking for a break. Without actively being romantically into Five, it kept setting up the narrative for Lila to leave Diego and Five was all tied in with what she was going to as an alternative to Diego. Add that to the promo pics with them together - even having watched it later and avoided spoilers I had a real bad feeling where this was going long before 4x5. (Or at least avoided until I already had my theory - my phone helpfully suggested an article days before I got to 4x5. I was not pleased to say the least.)
But there's a lot of reasons I take issue with this pairing and how it was done, so Christ, I guess let's get started:
Five explicitly stated in season 3 that Lila is not his type.
Five murdered Lila's parents. Sure, on the Handler's orders. But you think it's easy to have a romantic relationship when you know those hands killed your parents (aka my biggest critique of Tony/Bucky shippers in the MCU).
Five is indirectly responsible for the Handler's death. He saved everyone but her when he time traveled back. Sure, Lila was upset with her, but this woman raised her. She's got to have some complicated feelings about that and Five is all wrapped up in them now.
Five also had a weird relationship with the Handler, where she was a little flirty with him, which was all kinds of uncomfortable. Lila briefly mimicked this in season 3, which was even more uncomfortable. It's unclear if this was deliberately copying her "mother" or not. But adding Five and the Handler's complicated relationship on top of the other issues means there's a whole carousel of baggage to unpack here.
Five has always seemed kind of annoyed or tolerant of Lila, which extended into early this season. It's maybe a hair kinder at the start of season 4, but definitely not where it should be if there's potential here. It'd be one thing if they were friends after 6 years, but their relationship hasn't substantially changed at the start of this season to suggest otherwise.
If you have to do an all musical montage to show 2 characters falling in love, I'm sorry, you're not doing this right. That's telling, not showing. These characters have had tons of interactions to build off of. If you can't do that, then you're effectively saying that you have no foundation for this relationship.
Also, if it takes 6 1/2 years of being each others sole companions under adverse conditions for you to get together - maybe you shouldn't be together. It's one thing if it's treated like "Finally" or "Oh I didn't think you also felt this way". It's another if it's like it's a new idea entirely - that suggests loneliness and a desire for companionship and they're you're only option.
Five's history includes him having a pseudo-romantic relationship with a mannequin when he's left alone in the apocalypse at 13. The next time he's separated from his family for years he's with Lila. I'll allow that it makes sense he developed feelings for her specifically because of his history. That said, that makes this a wholly unhealthy relationship when he has a history like that. Lila is filling a gap Five's psyche has clung to before in similar harrowing times.
Frankly, the fact Lila was first looking for excitement out of her home life and is now upset she can't get back to her family isn't a good headspace either. (I'm also deeply frustrated that Lila feels trapped at home. Lila is so capable and she has a buttload of family members who apparently can take their children on a whim during all this chaos. You're telling me she couldn't have found a better outlet to work on their marriage or get some freedom before it got to this point of lying to Diego?)
Five is volatile and Lila is unpredictable. They're nothing but a menace to practically every other character they meet, including each other. But once they're a couple, they're perfectly pleasant the whole time. I don't buy it. The only fight they have is when Five lied to her. I'm not saying they can't be sweet. But this is all sweetness. For me to buy this couple they need to lovingly bicker. Instead, they've both had personality transplants.
So they decide to go back to the greenhouse after 6 years 5 months and 2 days. Five admits to having the book 5 or 6 months on their 7th anniversary of being lost. Let's be generous and assume they kissed within a couple days of getting to the greenhouse, because they look reasonably settled. That means that best case, Five decided that after being in a relationship for less than 2 months, he was going to throw his whole family away and run away with Lila. That is a hell of a lot of commitment for a short relationship.
And keep in mind, it's not like their family is safe. Last they heard, they hadn't solved the Cleanse. So they're either actively in danger or dead. Five - The man who spent 45 years trying to save his family. Who survived decades in the apocalypse alone (minus Delores the mannequin) and murdered his way through time for the chance to get back and save them - is going to let his family die for a 2 month relationship. I call bullshit.
Also, I will give Five credit that he tried to stay on task during the fight with the Cleanse. He only seemed to fight in retaliation for Diego - he actively looked towards the fight at least once before Diego pulled his attention. But you're telling me he's ready to keep fighting Diego and is threatening to kill him over Lila? That his powers only work correctly after 7 years of having them back because Lila begged him? I once again call bullshit.
And Five was going off to mope alone and never come back and potentially let his family die from an active threat, all because Lila didn't pick him? That is not the Five I know.
I also feel like we maybe did all this arc to get Lila to the point where Five has to convince her to stay because no one else could even if she hates him for it, but still get her family on the train to get the planned ending. And that feels very clunky and I hate it.
Outside of plot lines - it is a bit disturbing to me that we're pairing up an actor whose barely an adult with a woman 15 years his senior - practically old enough to be his mother. This is a aside from the fact he's a what, 71 year old man internally at this point and Lila (if we assume even living at the commission she's a similar age to Diego) is in her early 40s by the time she kisses a physically mid-20s Five. There's so much about that I am not okay with I don't even know where to start.
I also hear the writers wanted a romance for Five. First, okay, then have a longer season. Develop a character for Five earlier on in the season or the show you can pair him with. God knows with that history and age issues it'll be tricky. But also frankly - why? Why does Five need a romantic love interest? He's been fueled by the love of his family and that's done so many impressive things out of love for them. Not everyone needs a romantic love of their life to find happiness and it feels very heteronormative (is that the word I want?) that we need to have that for Five. Give Five an apocalypse-free world and his family alive and then we can see what happiness he can find.
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