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chuluoyi · 1 year ago

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first ultrasound with gojo (love entries) headcanons?❤️

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*sigh* why am i so weak to domestic requests... this is just a little thing i wrote in one sitting while stalling my nanami fic (and after coming back from the company retreat!) sobs, i'm going back to it i promise!! :')) this loosely takes place after daddy-to-be <3

a part of gojo's love entries

“now let us see…”

you were lying on the examination table as the ultrasound gel made contact with your still flat abdomen. the sheer coldness and the way the probe pressed hard on your skin made you wince a bit, until that discomfort was eased by a comforting squeeze of your hand, prompting you to turn your head towards the source.

your husband, gojo satoru, offered you a smile so warm it made everything else fade into the background. beyond his sunglasses was the way he always fondly looked at you, as if he was silently assuring you that he would be by your side every step of this journey.

you couldn't help but smile back at him.

“ah, here’s the baby,” your doctor gestured at the monochrome screen with a grin. “around five weeks now. it’s the size of a seed.”

a seed? your gaze fixed on the screen with a sense of wonder. honestly you couldn’t really pinpoint where your baby was, until you saw one dot that the doctor zoomed in.

and there it was—the tiny beginning of life. the product of you and your husband’s love, growing steadily inside you.

suddenly it felt so real that you were carrying a new life. your heart overflowed with warmth, swelling with emotion, and you struggled to hold back tears as your gaze shifted between the screen and satoru, who offered you a comforting pat on the head.

“hush,” he whispered softly, seemingly moved too after looking at the living testament of his baby on the screen. “don’t cry now, hmm?”

after seeing the sonogram and had it printed, both of you sat before the doctor as she instructed you to take things easy from now on, and through it all, satoru held your hand firmly in his, attentively listening to everything the doctor mentioned and even proactively asking questions in return.

“doc, she gets dizzy and nauseous easily, can you prescribe her something to make it bearable?”

“i can certainly prescribe some anti-sickness medication, but i highly recommend you to have plenty of rests and eat healthy food too to reduce morning sickness—”

“hmm, and can you recommend anything to improve sleep? she can have trouble sleeping too…”

honestly it touched you to see satoru picked up on these little things about you despite being away so often. only now did you realize that he had always been watching over you, without fail.

back at home, he sat you down on your bed, back to being a carefree clown who would draw laughs out of you.

“now, little mom,” he began, his lips already turning up into a grin as he took your hands in his, kneeling before you. “you need to listen to me very closely, okay?”

you snorted. “don't address me like that!”

“uh-oh, no squirming,” satoru warned playfully, pinching your cheeks, and you swatted his hand, holding back giggles.

oh my. just what a blissfully happy couple you were.

“first thing first, now you are to have lots of breaks and rest,” he declared, amusement melted a bit from his tone. “the doctor said so. it'll help with your nausea too. if you feel the slightest bit unwell, you have to go back and rest.”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, yeah...”

“and no staying up late too,” he added, fixing his clear eyes on yours. “especially not for waiting for me to be home.”

that got you to clamp up. so he noticed it too, the way you would always wait for him, even at the cost of not sleeping at all. satoru never really said anything all this time, but now you knew, he was indeed worried.

once again, your chest burst with love and warmth. but still...

“can you promise me that?” satoru asked you gently, his smile still in place, but you knew the underlying command behind those words. “i'm coming back. always. i have everything i want here, with you. there's no way i'm not coming back.”

you hung onto his every word, and much like spellbound, you let go of everything and nodded.

“and now baby...”

he then shifted his focus to your tummy, gently brushing his fingers across it, and the gesture stirred something inside you, making you throb with emotion.

“you only have one job. grow big and healthy, and you can even bother mama sometimes! just don't make her too sick or i'll worry...”

somehow your vision blurred with tears, hearing how unusually earnest he was. “satoru, you're so silly.”

but as always, he would pick this moment to flip the switch, reverting back to his usual teasing.

“hmm, what's that? you're getting soft now, aren't you, mommy~?”

“...why do you have to sound like that? you're making it lewd on purpose!”

in this little world of love of yours, it was just you and him, along with the tales of your life together. you had weathered various moments side by side, and now, as you were embarking on another significant chapter with him, you were certain that everything would be alright.

satoru pulled you to the bed and smothered your head with kisses, trapping you between his strong arms. “hmm, comfy now?”

“mmm, yeah. keep cuddling me...”

and from his side, he was sure, that right now, everything had never been and felt so right than ever before—with the love of his life and future in his arms.

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡��𝑖𝑒𝑠 #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #jjk x reader fluff

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annabelle--cane · 8 months ago

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my problem as a nuancepilled s5chad is that I am really compelled by all the ways jon and martin keep winding up hurting each other and the ways in which their relationship is dysfunctional, but unless I am very clear in my intent then I get people who think they agree with me coming into my notes/inbox to say "yeah, it's a bad/poorly written relationship and they're just bad for each other," which isn't quite what I'm trying to say.

I think these are two very unwell people with intensely varying levels of self-awareness, but they also have a strong, heartfelt commitment to each other and appear to really enjoy spending time together, and if, for example, the safehouse period had stretched on forever, they would have had a successful if sometimes very emotionally taxing relationship. I think they both royally screwed up a few times during the apocalypse, and that that was basically inevitable given the environment, and that they showed a willingness to communicate, reconcile, and change. but also they were ultimately the center piece of a tragedy narrative so they were never going to have the chance to actually Become Healthy.

idk, I see where "they're a toxic couple and need to break up" as a take is coming from and I respect having it, but to me it feels the same as saying that romeo and juliet were a toxic couple. nah mate, the tragedy isn't that they're bad for each other, it's that they could have worked out under almost any other circumstances, but they live in a world where that was never going to be possible.

#tma #marina marvels at life

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dontbesoweirdkira · 3 months ago

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Yan! Peter Parker x reader x Yan! Harry Osborn - Poly headcanons

A/N: They are just too cute together and I just feel like they'd work well in a poly dynamic. Ofc i'm going to yandere-ify every damn thing.

Warnings: Obsession, stalking, over-protection...

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Requests: always open

Both Peter and Harry are absolute sweethearts and care very much about the people around them. It's clear that they are willing to do whatever it takes to not only keep the community safe but as healthy and happy as possible.

You are no exception to the rule. ...but admittedly they can be a bit over stepping when it comes to the relationship with you.

Peter is known to be quite over-baring and a bit controlling in relationships. It's one of the reasons MJ couldn't continue with it. Peter has a good heart but he's just lost so much that he can be a bit blinded when it comes to seeing the lines that he shouldn't cross.

He can also have a bit of a temper, it's usually well contained but there are times where it slips up. Most notably when someone harmed you or he's jealous of someone. This is not to say he's ever spoken down to you or got violent. He can just be a bit of a jerk or throw a small tantrum. Peter always makes up for it though, he doesn't like loosing his cool and is always striving to be a better boyfriend.

I can imagine that you were a close friends or even already in a relationship when Harry came along and Peter was superrr jealous of Harry. Like they absolutely love each other but Peter has always felt a bit inferior and insecure next to Harry and it's so cute watching Peter get all flustered over the fact you and his bestie are clicking so well.

After the idea of the relationship was proposed, that jealousy went away and the relationship became very tight-nit.

Harry is a very optimistic and easy going guy. He takes a bit more of a softer yandere role. He prefers to observe you from a far and keep trackers on you. The gifted jewelry from him is always chipped with some sort of device so he can monitor you better. False sense of freedom!

He's very uptight about your well being though. Anything that could potentially make you unwell or injured is immediately blocked out of your life. While he loves enjoying life to its fullest, no, you cannot do anything extreme. It's too risky. He doesn't want you hooked up to monitors like he once was.

Harry isn't much of a jealous type in the relationship. He really doesn't have much of a temper either, it'd take a lot for him to snap. Seeing a douche flirt with you doesn't phase him, he's a filthy rich and attractive guy. Simply putting his arm around you is enough to cause the man to cower because of his family's name. There's really not much competition out there. But like Peter he can still be rather possessive. You belong to them not anyone else and while he doesn't feel threatened by anyone, he doesn't like to share you much outside of Peter.

Peter and Harry often are in cahoots about how to keep you safe and send each other updates about you. You'll tell Harry that you are going out to a friend's place and Harry will happily kiss you goodbye...but the second that you are gone, Harry is texting Pete to go stalk you on roof tops.

They can also be a little manipulative when you are making a decision they disagree with. You wanted to do a study abroad thing and they were like hell no. New York needs Spider-man and the foundation needs Harry....If you wanna take a trip then Harry can make arrangements for an accompanied va-cay.

Harry plays the most dominant role in the relationship. He's often the mediator when you and Peter might disagree, he is extremely social and the one planning dates and events..plus he's basically the main financial provider.

Peter is your guard dog. He's super friendly looking but also he's jacked enough to scare most men off when you're out together. This makes him a bit smug at timesss....He's always alert about your surroundings and it's easy to feel safe with him. He's also a good person to confide in and help with your issues.

Speaking of being out with them...They are either always holding your hand or having their arms around you. I like to think at event dinners for Harry, Peter keeps his hand on your leg and Harry had his arm intertwined with yours.

Oh it's a non negotiable to live with them. You are to put the notice in. Harry will take care of the fees from breaking your lease. You guys are a family now. You saw just how persistent Peter was with getting MJ to move in....

No, you don't have your own bedroom. Why would you wanna sleep alone when you have two lover that you can snuggle with every night?

Harry and Peter might try to keep you locked up in the house or at the lab 24/7 with them. They are quite good persuaders when it comes to convincing you to just stay in.

They are obsessed with you. Both Peter and Harry love taking photos of you, sniffing your hair, taking your clothing items...it's like a small trade ring going on between them. They are always looking at you with such admiration and love..Maybe there's a smidge of insanity in their gazes... They are both extremely affectionate and require constant affirmations and attention. Yes, they are both busy men but they are willing to drop everything for you. Every few hours in the group chat they are sending messages or calling you to hear you voice. Peter could be in the middle of fighting and hearing you say " I just wanted to say I love you" will always make him melt. Harry won't mind you sitting on his lap for hours while he works on nerdy things.

Please don't go incognito on them. Don't take off your tracker jewelry, don't turn off your phone and don't leave them with no clue to where you are going. I don't care that you're angry...please.

Peter will be stressing and absolutely going after every suspect in his book, Harry is trying to keep him calm but he's also making calls to people to locate you. You will be basically on a leash for now on. They will not let you our of their sights again. Maybe Harry needs to look into getting chip place in your brain....

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spider-mancan · 24 days ago

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norman is a controlling piece of shit but harry was Peter's friend when no one else would be. seeing Harry's health decline so suddenly leaves such a sour taste in Peter's -- almost as sour as the way norman osborn's unwanted compliments. you're such a smart boy, Peter. so hardworking, so motivated, so healthy. not like harry. he never recovered after his mother died, mentally. lost a piece of himself.

privately, Peter thinks harry lost a part of himself a long time ago, and it's something norman cut away and keeps in his bedside drawer like a trophy.

when Norman gives Peter an ultimatum, Peter can't say he's surprised. what's surprising is the terms.

seduce Tony Stark. beautiful boy like you, just like he likes. You can do it. might even get a bag out of it, too. i know things are tough. speaking of, how is May doing, lately? just make Tony loose enough to spill a secret or two, and maybe harry will just...miraculously recover.

and Peter does it. he flutters his eyelashes and lets Tony fuck him in a public bathroom at some fancy event. he lets Tony cover him in diamonds. he sleeps in Tony's bed. he kisses Tony, laughs with him, feeds him. sneaks files on a flashdrive and then lets Tony fuck him over the kitchen counter.

he feels dirty and horrible. he thinks Tony might be the best man he's ever met, and he tells him so.

Tony tells him he doesn't seem the sort to be a sugar baby. peter doesn't tell him he lost his virginity in a public bathroom at a fancy event.

peter tells norman about the repulser and suddenly Harry is more lucid than he's been in months. Tony buries himself in Peter's body and Peter pets his hair and shakes himself to pieces.

"i love you."

I'm sorry. I love you.

Peter is sloppy, tips his hand. he's escorted off the premises by security. the last thing he sees is Tony, impassive and impressive in his three piece suit, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched. then the doors of stark tower slide shut and Peter is as free as he's going to be.

harry gets worse. Norman sends him away to Europe for treatment that won't work, but maybe harry will be happier. Norman can't blackmail Peter with something that's already public, and Tony doesn't press charges even as Peter waits for the sirens outside his door.

three months later, Peter works for Norman like a dog and Tony shows up at his door like a whirlwind, all wild eyes. he wants to know why Peter did it. he wants to know if any of it was real.

peter closes the door in his face.

Tony keeps talking to the door, because he knows Peter is standing on the other side trying to make himself walk away. why, how, who. who was it that was in my bed? was he real, even a little? it doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense.

Tony stays for over an hour. Norman seems particularly smug when Peter brings him his coffee in the morning. maybe he just likes the idea of Tony Stark on his knees. maybe he likes that he's the reason Peter left Tony on the doorsteps. he never liked Harry and he likes Peter too much. Peter thinks Norman might be the worst person he's ever met, and he has to look himself in the mirror everyday.

harry likes Europe, at least.

when news breaks that norman osborn has been running inhumane studies and fishing his books, that he killed his wife, that he is well on his way to killing his son, that he's mentally unwell...Peter is on the subway. some of the biggest news of his life, and he finds out accidentally reading Twitter over someone's shoulder on the orange.

Tony is waiting for him when he gets out of the station. he's not sure how Tony knew where to find him. peter doesn't even remember where he had been going.

"i didn't want to."

I'm sorry. I love you.

Tony opens his arms and Peter is there before he understands what precious sort of thing is being offered. he's there before he realizes he started crying ten minutes before, still in the subway car. Tony is just there. he's there and he's forgiving Peter and Peter doesn't deserve it. not at all.

I'm sorry. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

"I love you, too." Tony might as well tell the whole world, the way he whispers it into Peter's hair. "God, kid. They gutted me when they took you away."

peter doesn't think he's been a full person in years. he shakes under the weight of it. like feeling gravity for the first time. "i don't know how to do this."

"a relationship? me, neither." Tony grins, his chin digging into the top of Peter's head. he won't let go, even a little, while the subway rush floods out onto the sidewalk. "can't be harder than corporate espionage."

peter laughs so hard he chokes, and Tony spins him around like he doesn't care about anything else, and Peter is horrible and human and he's okay, he'll be okay. he's free.

he's as free as he's ever been, and he's in love.

#starker #ironspider #tnpt #considers #starker fic #brain worms

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apomaro-mellow · 7 months ago

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steddie, omegaverse, victorian-ish era, omega hysteria, cuckolding, infidelity, breeding kink

Steve fidgeted with his skirt and then, realizing he didn't want it to wrinkle, began to wring out a handkerchief. Jason reached out, as if to pat his hand and bring some comfort, but instead just grabbed one of his hands, making him still.

"Calm yourself, dear wife. The doctor will solve everything."

Steve let out a sigh. "I will keep the faith."

"You must. You're the whole reason we're here."

They were called in and Steve hung on his husband's arm as they walked. The doctor welcomed them and gestured for Steve to sit on the table. With assistance from Jason, he did. As his husband, Jason did all the talking, telling the good doctor about their problem. Which freed Steve up to simply stare at the physician.

He had curly hair, worn long in a style not seen in alphas today. It made Steve feel less self conscious about the short style is own hair was in. Most omegas considered long hair fashionable nowadays. The doctor has his own hair tied back by a ribbon but a few rebellious strands still framed his face.

"We've simply run out of options. We had to come to you", Jason said.

"And what have you tried thus far?", the doctor asked. Munson, Dr. Edgar Munson, Steve remembered a plaque saying.

Jason explained in detail. How Steve had been feeling urges unnatural for an omega. Physical desires that he tried to act out on his own, pushing his husband whenever he felt the need, like an omega possessed by a demon of lust. How Jason resorted to putting Steve away in a separate room.

And how despite being fraught with these urges, Steve had yet to conceive.

"Well, that is concerning", Dr. Munson said, looking to Steve.

Steve must really be unwell. His husband stood right there and yet the doctor's gaze made him feel warm in ways that he knew were sinful.

"So you've come for a fertility service? That is your main source of worry?"

"If we could leave here knowing his belly will soon be full, it would be a great relief. And I'm sure it would bring an end to his hysteria", Jason expressed.

Dr. Munson nodded and motion for Steve to shift positions. "I'll need to get under your skirt for this part, madame. But rest assured, the tarp will preserve your modesty."

The tarp did just that, concealing not only Steve's lower half but also the doctor himself. He bit his lip, holding Jason's hand. Of course his husband would be present to make sure the doctor did a proper job. His skirts were pushed up and the doctor pushed his knees apart. With his drawers split in the middle, his legs being spread exposed his most delicate part to the room.

He could hear the doctor hum in thought and Steve squeezed Jason's hand. Not even his husband had ever really looked at....well...it. Dr. Munson prodded gently, touching his folds and humming again.

"There's something wrong with it, isn't there doctor?", Jason asked.

"As far as I can tell, his core is perfectly healthy. Not too dry or too wet, the perfect amount of resting slick. The hairs look fine too, no early grays."

"You're only looking at the outside, there must be something in him that makes him unhealthy", Jason urged.

"Well let's check. I'll beg your pardon Mrs. Carver", Dr. Munson said before sliding a finger inside.

Steve let out a small gasp, eyes fluttering, and hips shifting. The doctor's finger moved in and out slowly. Steve's scent got a little stronger. He blew on his cunt and watched it twitch with anticipation.

"Well doctor?", Jason pressed.

"It seems to me that you might be ready for a preliminary service. Would you like to be present, Mr. Carver?"

"Of course."

Steve felt something rub against his clit, another finger, and let out a moan. His husband must have perceived it as a release of pain because he shushed him.

"The doctor is only trying to help. Don't be a child."

"Yes, dear. I under-ahha-I understand", Steve gasped when he felt something warm and wet.

It had to be his tongue, it could only be his tongue. His free hand went up to cover his mouth to keep from making too much noise and bothering his husband. Jason grimaced anyway, scenting the air.

"He's making that smell again. Are you expelling whatever has been disturbing him?"

"He needs a release, that much is certain", Dr. Munson said, pushing a second finger inside. He latched his mouth back on and Steve's hips wriggled where he laid.

This has been what he needed. To be touched like this, savored like this, wanted and desired. Jason had taken him on their wedding night and sparingly in the couple of years since then. And unsatisfyingly so. Never mind that all Steve wanted was his alpha's knot. Had practically begged for it at times too. But such things were improper for an omega. He shouldn't want them.

But the doctor was an experienced professional. If his prescription for Steve's ailment was to suck on his clit, he would keep faith in his ministrations. And he even had his husband's encouragement and support.

"You might feel discomfort", Jason said, misreading the way Steve's hips rolled. "But think of our future pup."

"Our pup...our pu~uhhp. Yes our-", Steve cut himself off with something that was between a moan and a sigh as he felt himself crest over the edge, back arching off the table before falling back down.

"I'll be collecting a slick sample and then we can discuss a future appointment", Dr. Munson said.

He did so, his touch ever so soft and soon Steve's legs were back in a respectable position. The doctor put his sample away, back to them as he did so and then rinsed his hands. Steve caught the glisten on his mouth before he washed that too.

"Now, his urges should be assuaged, at least for some time. If you want guaranteed results though, I would suggest he come back in for a knotting preparation. With that and a proper knotting, he should be carrying in no time. When would you like to schedule?"

Jason considered it for a moment. "I believe next month-"

"Next week", Steve said quickly, making both alphas turn to him.

"Next week it is", Dr. Munson noted down.

"That's not very much notice for me", Jason said.

"Please, alpha. You know I want a pup more than anything", Steve pleaded.

Jason sighed. "Fine. Next week."

Steve trilled in delight and Dr. Munson finished making a note of it.

"Mark my words, Mr. Carver. I'll have a pup in your wife before you know it."

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o

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shootingstarpilot · 2 months ago

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i keep imagining maces pov of when qui-gon gets decked and its so funny to me. this poor man just wants to know where his kid his friends padawan is but unfortunately he only has his his stupid friend whos panicking rn, a troll, and a very concussed soldier (who recognizes him??) who is having the most eventful and stressful days of his life to get any information from. and also theres a dead sith there. rip mace windu shout-out to him for not strangling qui-gon immediately after cody and co leave

...okay, yeah, i'm running with this.

because- mace has valiantly put off punching qui-gon. he has resisted every temptation. violence is so rarely a useful tool. he has not punched qui-gon. he will not punch qui-gon.

he is a jedi.

even when qui-gon returns to the temple self-righteous and indignant and without the child under his care-

he is a jedi.

even when they get the call, and he looks at qui-gon, who looks back at him, hopeful and eager and certain that he will be the one to go, to return, to repent, and mace thinks you do not deserve this and sends him anyway-

he is a jedi.

even when the shuttle returns, dropping out of orbit and straight through mace's stomach when he makes it to the dock just in time to see the healers vanish around the corner, qui-gon standing empty-handed on the landing, staring after them, blood on his tunics and under his fingernails-

he is a jedi.

even when vokara looks them both in the eyes and says infection and trauma and intubate, even when qui-gon asks can i see him? and there's no hint of a we, even during those three awful days of fever where mace finds himself hovering outside the halls with ever more minor errands, feeling obi-wan fade and flicker in the force and occasionally hearing the screams of please and no-! and names he does not know-

even then.

he is a jedi.

three days after obi-wan is pulled from the bacta tank:

another errand. theoretically. for the life of him mace cannot remember what he came here to deliver. but then the door to obi-wan's room opens, and vokara steps out, still speaking, her voice warm, some recounting of one of qui-gon's many misadventures that landed him in her care, and then she turns and sees him and before the door shuts behind her-

"master mace?"

the voice is thin and thready and mace closes his eyes.

"all right?" he whispers to vokara.

she raises an eyebrow. "he's asking for you."

(mace will find out later that this is the first time since his return that obi-wan has dared to asked for anything.)

he steps up to the threshold.

"obi-wan," he says. "may i come in?"

at the nod, mace steps forward and lets the door slide shut behind him. he settles into the chair left faithfully at the side of the bed.

obi-wan looks- unwell.

this is not, perhaps, the most novel observation. but it is one thing to know where and how he'd spent his last year. it is another matter entirely to see the proof of it, even beyond the cavernous wound he'd come home with-

in his size and stature, much smaller than that of a healthy child of his age. in the thinness of his face, the look of hunted hunger. in the scarring on the knuckles of his hands, clenching spasmodically in the layered blankets.

in the way he watches mace.

"obi-wan," mace repeats, and with the sound of his name comes an easing of the weight on his shoulders, each syllable fading into a sigh of relief, and he hadn't known what to say even as he'd stepped into the room- there is so much that needs saying, so many words he cannot find-

he smiles, instead, and rests his hands on his knees. "i have missed you very much."

when obi-wan reaches for him, mace is ready.

he ends up settled on the edge of the bed, one hand around obi-wan's shoulder as the boy curls into his side. he tugs gently at the tangled knot of pain still clouding obi-wan's thoughts, feeding the threads into the force, and feels him relax, bit by bit.

he's not asleep. his grip on mace's robe is too tight. his breathing too fast.

'how are you feeling?" mace asks quietly.

"okay."

the response is immediate, easy, and entirely untruthful.

"do you- need to go?"

mace catches qui-gon's approach. feels him pause.

feels him retreat.

"no," he says. "not at all."

he is a jedi.

there is so much to grieve, in the next few weeks. so much. obi-wan swings between different types of silence- sullen, frightened, exhausted, dissociating. tattered and bleeding in the force. he kicks and punches and bites and sometimes does not leave his room for days on end. he scratches at his skin until he bleeds, picks at his meals with a dull disengagement, sleeps sporadically, if at all-

it is very difficult, sometimes, to not be angry at qui-gon.

but the first time he visits their apartment, obi-wan recoils hard and fast at the first leak of such sentiments from behind his shielding, and mace decides that they have had their full of violence.

he is a jedi.

and besides-

qui-gon talks to him. talks to others, too, who talk between themselves, for no one is willing to let them handle this alone. mace sits and listens and sees the bruises bloom on qui-gon's arms and legs from small hands beating back imagined enemies, and knows anger is not what's needed here.

it persists, yes, but it does not rule.

he is a jedi.

and then-

and then.

(the force is full of screaming.)

the temple lets them through and the gardens are burning and there is a corpse on the floor and obi-wan is-

gone, qui-gon says.

i don't know where. he's gone.

and for a moment mace can hardly breathe under the weight of the fear and the fury and the you have a habit of losing him, don't you?, and he catches the thought and breathes it out, recognizing its roots, its unfairness, drawing his focus to the sith, listening with one ear to qui-gon's recounting even as he presses a hand to the rift, searching for some leeway and finding none, feeling the pressure build behind his eyes, swiping impatiently at the blood drying under his nose-

then something hums.

the soldiers are immensely professional. clear-cut and firm and shielded in the force, understandably reticent with information. but the most disconcerting thing by far...

they look to him.

all of them.

there's a familiarity there.

he's safe with us, the commander says, and looks at him.

safe-with-us, echos the force. safe-with-lightning-safe-with-fighting-safe-with-dying-safe-with-surviving-safe-with-us.

what else can he do but accept it?

he is a jedi.

and then qui-gon-

qui-gon-

well.

he is a jedi.

so he crouches next to him, rests a hand on his shoulder, and when qui-gon turns a shell-shocked gaze on him, says quietly- "come on. let me see."

he is a jedi.

he does not punch qui-gon.

but he is not entirely immune to schadenfreude.

#TOOK THIS AND RAN WITH IT LOL WHOOPS #shoutout to mace INDEED #he is the quintessential jedi #but i think he deserves to indulge in a little bit of schadenfreude #as a treat #thanks anon for giving me an excuse to write this!#this was FUN #shoulder the sky #inbox

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 15 days ago

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Hello!

Can I request for a yandere Hualian x reader but reader is actually okay with their behavior?

I do not Mind

Hualian x gn!reader

Heyyy... 😔🙏 I've been gone for ever again, I love y'all🩷 I swear. A little nervous about this one because how far is too far with a yandere 😥 like some readers want their yandere to murder someone for them some people just want them to be obsessive... Comment and tell me if it's too much y'all, I'll edit it.

Also I'm very unfamiliar with yandere territory so! I don't know if I'm able to capture them quite well😐!!!

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It started innocently enough, your relationship with them. You've never had two boyfriends before but you found yourself enjoying it. How could you not? They love you and care for you. Xie Lian was so sweet and gentle with you, always caring. Hua Cheng is protective and devoted to you, so loving. Some people are lucky enough to find a good man, you were lucky enough to find two of them. Maybe your luck is better than Hua Cheng's.

All had been going well, it was like any normal relationship! You guys would go out on dates, you would all spend time with one another, care for one another, gift things, give affection, and of course have sex. Normal, healthy relationships. Arguments were few to none and it felt like you were in a state of bliss, contentment. It was... Well it was perfect.

So perfect, and so content that it took you quite a while to notice when strange things were starting to happen. It wasn't mind boggling, just different. Hua Cheng's devotion to you his protectiveness seemed to become tenfold, and Xie Lian's caring nature -while you loved him for it- seemed directed to keep you in their sights. It was not unusual for you all to go separate ways throughout the day, but suddenly you needed to be near one of them at all times. Even if you were going out with some friends, one of them or both of them would come along. You didn't mind you like spending time with your lovers, so you think nothing of it. You thought maybe these incidents were just coincidental.

For starters, for some reason you just can't bring yourself to leave, you feel faint and dizzy when you try to leave the doors of your alls home. So you don't leave, you tell your lovers you feel unwell and stay mostly in bed. It's strange though... As soon as you leave the proximity of the doors you feel well again. And another thing! Your lovers have been all over you. You enjoy it of course, you love them dearly but they're acting very needy. As more days pass you find Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are always attached to your hip. You're half sure your hand is stuck in a curled position from holding Hua Cheng's hand all the time!

Hua Cheng had always been devoted to you and Xie Lian but it's been more like... Admiration! Obsession. He'll follow you around everywhere and if he can't there's always silver butterflies resting in your hair, they're cute so you can't complain. He'll stare at you with his one eye, all day! You found he's been making piles of drawings of you in many different ways, and even a statue or two here and there. That's really suspicious. Maybe he's just really taken the time to admire you! He loves art after all, and maybe you've become his muse.

Oh and Xie Lian, don't even get started on him! His "selfless" nature and the feeling of going out of his way for you? It's a too cute! much. You need to go out to town? Oh he'll go get it don't worry about it, stay home. Oh you haven't seen your friends? No worries he'll update them that you aren't feeling well! Every little thing you want or need seems to be taken care of by them. Just stay here, don't leave stay home, don't leave get some rest. Don't leave.

That's not even to mention when they both gang up on you. The need for validation. "Do you love us?", "Aren't we good to you?", "Are you happy here?", "Will you stay?", "Promise, promise promise".

You've been cooped up for quite a while, and of course you don't stay cooped up all the time. You go out to ghost city with Xie Lian and Hua Cheng! Your friends must miss you though because one of them come to check on you. When you talk to them, they seem quite worried, pale faced. "Do you need help..?" Why would you need that? Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have been taking care of you. They dote and spoil you all the time, honestly you've barely noticed how long it's been since you've been isolated anywhere near the heavens, or spent time with anyone else! You want to reassure them but Xie Lian ushers you away from the door, to the bedroom. He just doesn't want you to leave feel faint again, so just let Hua Cheng talk to them. What a caring lover!

When Hua Cheng comes back to the bedroom he doesn't mention anything, he must have sent your friend off. How sweet. So sweet you don't notice anything amiss. Definitely not the red splatter on his cheek. How would you notice any of it when most of it blends in with his clothing anyhow? E-ming rattles in the sheath.

So yes, it has been strange these past couple of months. Although it did take you a little while to even notice, although you can be quite oblivious, you are not stupid. You are not blind. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian's attitudes have changed to clingy, and obsessed. Your dizziness these past few weeks is most definitely because of the strange incense you keep smelling near the doors of your home, and the seals that have been placed in obscure places. You don't find yourself minding these things. You love them, their attention, their clinginess, their obsession and love.

So no you don't pay mind to the frequent disappearances of other gods whom you're acquainted with. You pay no mind to Hua Cheng's, or Xie Lian's robes having to be washed because of stains, you stay naive to E-ming needing to be cleaned so often. In fact you welcome it.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng must know that you know too because they don't try to hide it anymore. Their needy questions and need for validation have become demands. Sweet ones, so how could you ever resist them, when they obviously love you so, so much?

You can't

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So how do we feel guys? First time I think I've ever written yandere stuff so this is very unfamiliar territory I'm welcome to criticism!

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #hua cheng x reader #xie lian x reader #yandere #tian guan ci fu #mdzs

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 9 months ago

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TWST Cast - Fidgets/Stims/Self-Regulation

I needed something simple to write to feel like I'm. we're not actually gonna get into that, anyways, enjoy.

TW: Some of these are NOT healthy/borderline SH, but there's nothing graphic, it's just some folks don't know What's Wrong and only know how to make themselves focus via some sort of (minor) physical pain.

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Heartslaybul

Riddle - had to mask around his mother, said his stims (bouncing his leg, and kinda just. shaking his pen? you know what I mean, like between two fingers and you just let it bounce?) made him look mentally unwell (🙄), unruly and undisciplined. Totally not projecting At All So he rarely stims in public when he's trying to focus, though during testing periods and in the safety of his own room he tends to let himself (subconsciously) stim. He also chews on his bottom lip a lot, but not enough that it was ever noticed by his mother. (Floyd gifts him a fidget ring sometime in the future and he's surprised at how well it works for him) He also loves compression but has yet to discover it.

Trey - He doesn't stim a whole lot, but even in game we know that he tends to touch/readjust his glasses when he feels awkward/about to join a conversation or make a point he's being a bit of a smart alec about. Usually when he's really stressed, (which takes quite a bit to get him there), he'll excessively wash his hands with cold water.

Cater - has a lot of caffeine, so for the most part, his impulses to stim aren't there. That being said, when anxiety comes to kick him in the butt, usually just listening to music and tapping out the rhythm of the guitar with his finger against his thigh is enough to help him out, usually while keeping the beat by tapping his foot or bobbing his head at the same time. (usually some soft rock or pop music) When he's REALLY like. needs to get emotions out but can't because he doesn't like being vulnerable he makes himself eat unbearably hot (spicy) food and insists that he likes it even as he is Crying and Sniffling because. then he can write it off to the spice and not the fact he's dying inside. (Don't do this please sdlkjfhlksdjf) Sometimes he also stims by making popping noises, but he doesn't even recognize that he does this, because usually it's just when it's him and Trey in the room, and Trey isn't bothered by it. "Like" and "Really" are both stim words for him too.

Deuce - He's still learning to self-regulate! He knows that shouting helps him get everything out, but in the moment he sometimes struggles. He's still trying out different techniques. As for stims/fidgets Deuce doesn't really have any? Well he does, but he doesn't act on them when he needs to focus since One Incident early on in life when he found out that his fidgets make noise (he's deaf as a part of my HC and didn't get hearing aids until he was like 5-6) and he hates to be a bother to anyone else. On top of that, I think he has a slight auditory processing disorder, so he has a tendency to repeat things back to people, just to make sure he's understood correctly once his brain has caught up to their words. He doesn't know it yet, but compression will help him Calm Down when needed.

Ace - Whistling/noise imitation in general, bouncing his leg, pen tapping, etc. this guy has ADHD but thank the Seven for his older brother who was patient and gentle with him when he was younger. When Ace struggles to focus, he tends to just shuffle a deck of cards, he likes the way they feel. In the rare occasion that he chooses to study, he usually does so while shuffling the cards/practicing a magic trick at the same time because the Physical task during the Mental task makes the Mental task more interesting. He also uses music as a means of self-regulation. (Usually classic rock).

Savannaclaw

Leona - His emotional regulation is out to lunch and the closest he gets to stimming is his tail flicking. It could be argued that the feeling of his blankets is Nice To Him but idk man. Catnip helps with regulation? Idk. Sure.

Ruggie - Idk are we counting his tail wagging as a stim? technically it could be considered one, right, it's a subconscious physical response to happiness? Ruggie also tends to chew on his lip when he's focusing, but his teeth are sharper than Riddle's so it often draws blood and he rarely notices. Sometimes he's kinda hit with just a Wave of what the fuck am I doing with my life? and just needs to rub something soft (Usually Leona's laundry bc it's more luxurious than anyone else's), a little bit to try and recenter himself. If that doesn't work he just tries to work himself to a point of exhaustion so he can ignore the Bad Feelings. This rarely works and he ends up calling his grandma by the end of it just to ask her to leave the phone on speaker so he can hear the chaos and rough and tumble of home. At the end of the phone call his grandma sings to him bc she knows full well what's going on and the sense of familiarity is enough to help Ruggie feel less restless. This boy also loves compression. Also, rolling with the idea that he got to keep the trumpet from the port fest event and started teaching it to himself, during the day/when he's bored he practices tonguing+breathing excercises/patterns (don't be weird about this I stg) or buzzing with or without his mouth piece. Also chews on his nails a lot. I feel like eventually someone gifts him one of those chew necklaces and he loves it but his bite force accidentally damages it much sooner than it should have been so then that same person gets one commissioned specifically to withstand a hyena's bite force and it's the best gift he'll have ever gotten (besides a wad of cash but yknow)

Jack - I mean besides his tail wagging...there isn't much else? For emotional regulation, he tends to just go running if he needs something to focus on. Music also helps sometimes, but it's specifically classical and he just sits in bed and listens to it in his comfiest clothes bc. unlike SOME people he will listen to his body and mind and rest when necessary.

Octavinelle

Azul - Him? Stim? Never. /J He masks a lot mostly because he knows that stimming can come off as anxious, and that's the last thing he wants when he's trying to be convincing to someone else, or really, in front of the twins. That being said, alone in his office he twirls his pen a lot, and late nights/Anxiety Times leads to him tugging on that strand of hair that's longer than the rest as a means of staying focused and in the moment. He thinks he can't be vulnerable in front of the twins but honestly they pick up on his anxiety so easily, they both know compression helps him out. Jade is generally touch repulsed, so usually Floyd takes it upon himself to Flop on Azul's back while he's working. Azul will sometimes imitate playing chords on the piano, on his desk for the same reason Ace plays with cards. He also finds himself stress eating sometimes which does nothing good for his self-esteem.

Jade - Also Masks A Lot. It would take someone he trusts even more than his own twin that would ever get to see him act on his impulses. Otherwise we would see Jade with the happy flappies (though I feel like he would keep his hands in fists instead). However, when things are Bad, Jade does one of two things, both of which are done in a locked bathroom. 1. Fill the sink with cold water and dunk his head in without switching to his mer form. 2. Rolls up his sleeves and bites himself. Just once is usually enough to get him out of it. He also finds the whole. Cleaning out the wound and wrapping himself pretty relaxing. He has not considered just using a tensor bandage yet to self regulate, eventually Floyd will find out wtf he's doing and suggest That instead. Jade will sometimes unmask just enough to rock slightly side to side or back and forth/up on his tiptoes and back down bc he can make it fit with his whole 'I'm innocent baby' kinda facade he pulls sometimes sdlkfjhslkdjf Also tends to need a completely silence space when he's overstimulated.

Floyd -WHOOOOOWEEE babes you already know he is STIM central WHOOT WHOOT he's got the happy flappies, he's got the leg bouncy, he's got the clicky pen, he's got the 'I gotta touch something squishy' need, etc. etc. HOWEVER sometimes he's got the Bad Stims, like he cannot focus on anything, nothing is being retained, he feels over and understimulated at the same time, nothing feels Good, he doesn't feel hungry, he wants Nothing to do with anyone, his leg is bouncing, he's kinda just stabbing his pencil repeatedly into the table and he KNOWS he should focus but just can't- and then Lilia introduces him to metal music and it's like Wow. Everything is better. It has to be blasting, but now Floyd has a means of dealing with That Feeling whenever it rolls around. Also it HAS to be over the ear headphones because of the compression and Friendly Squishy Texture of the parts that cover his ears. Makes him feel better in less than ten minutes, it's a win-win for everyone except he can never remember the name of the band, so he almost always tracks down Lilia to demand (ask) for a reminder and Lilia just almost always has his headphones and phone on hand so just Gives them to Floyd while he goes through Floyd's phone and curates a playlist for him and finds his exact headphones on the equivalent of Amazon so Floyd can order them. Floyd in general, when listening to music, tends to imitate whatever his favourite part of the song is, whether it's the bass line, guitar, drums, keyboard, lyrics, etc. and will switch between various parts as he sees fit. This also means it's not uncommon to hear Floyd essentially beatboxing as a stim method as well. Floyd also snaps his fingers a lot, he likes spinning things on his fingers (be it as innocent as a key chain or dangerous as scissors), and also imitates people a lot. He doesn't always intend to, but like. If he is talking to someone with an accent, he accidentally IMMEDIATELY takes on that accent and finds it funny because he literally can't stop himself. Idk if anyone else has this issue but dear god as someone more anxious than Floyd this has lead to a lot of awkward situations for me bc I have to CONSCIOUSLY not speak in whatever accent my brain is trying to make me take on.

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Kalim - ALSO stim central, though his tend to be in response to happiness. He tends to parrot people a lot, beatboxes/makes noise, happy wiggles, snaps his fingers,lots of different kinds of taps, and has happy flappies. He has some. Not so good regulatory practices as well, but when he's overwhelmed he tends to rock back and forth, or ...like. Idk really how to describe it, but he taps his hand against his chest really fast, but it's like in a claw shape so after a few times it starts to hurt a little? because of his finger nails?? idk how else to describe it. He knows better than to do it in front of Jamil though. Music tends to overwhelm him when he's already overstimulated so he ends up putting headphones on just to try and block out the noise. White noise doesn't help, he just wants it to be as quiet as possible.

Jamil - Stims more than people realize, because his stims are naturally more subtle. When Kalim comes to 'bother' him in the kitchen, he keeps himself as focused and relaxed as possible by balancing on one foot at a time, to give himself something to think about besides the 'unwelcome' invasion. When he's studying, he flips his hood up and is constantly rubbing the fabric close to his face and has a bit of a leg bounce. He also uses music as a means of regulation, usually something with a lot of syncopation. Jamil also keeps his hand in a fist and bumps it against his side sometimes when he's trying to stay focused in a conversation.

Pomefiore

Vil - He doesn't really stim all that much, but on days he doesn't feel himself/bad anxiety/PTSD is getting to him, he washes his hands with burning hot water. He knows it's not good. And his hands are super sensitive afterwards. But it stops him from spiraling and that's all he needs. He takes care of them properly afterwards and will make sure to wear his gloves.

Rook - I kinda HC Rook with OCD. Most of his stims are his methods of coping with any sort of dirt or germs, perceived or otherwise. He hates not wearing his gloves, (of which he has different pairs for different Places), but in the event he can't have them on for whatever reason, or a task will be more efficiently done without them, he washes his hands until they're raw because then he can be sure that layer of skin that was in Contact isn't there. Rook regulates with scents a lot too, whether it be the perfume Neige/Vil uses or rooibos tea that his sister used to make for him.

Epel - Idk if gesticulation counts as stimming, but he does it a lot, just not in front of Vil dslkfjhksdjf. I feel like it's only really around Deuce that he feels comfortable doing his happy stomps, though for the hometown event he likely doesn't mask much so other people get to see it too. As much as Epel hates being called short, he likes the fact if he sits back far enough in his chair he can kick his feet without touching the floor sljdfhlksjd. He also tends to grind his teeth.

Ignihyde

Idia - He has SO MANY homemade fidgets but he gets tired of them really quickly so he ends up putting them in the scraps lab of Ignihyde. He likes clicking sounds a lot, (go figure /lh), and ASMR. In the (horrific) event he has to leave his room, usually he tries to keep his anxiety at bay via rubbing the ridges on his sweater, playing/rubbing at his hands/wrists in the pouch pocket of his sweater or rocking a bit, though he hates doing that bc it draws attention to him sometimes. If he does end up overstimulated in a Bad Way or anxious, he tends to pick at his lips/chew on his fingernails.

Ortho - Baby!! He tends to mimic other people's stims when they look fun! He does do happy trills/beeps now and then of his own volition and it's Adorable. He will also do them when he feels like cussing sldkfhlksjd Ortho also claps when he's happy, and if he has his boosters on might even do a little flip. As a treat. When he does need emotional regulation, he knows compression helps so he just asks big brother for a hug. 10/10.

Diasomnia

Malleus - Doesn't stim a whole lot...nor does he really emotionally regulate, though I feel like. For some reason he really likes (cloud) slime as a fidget. Like, he doesn't need it in order to regulate anything, but he finds the texture and sound pleasing. He does sometimes repeat other people to process information. I do think he would be more prone to stimming when he's more dragon than humanoid.

Lilia - Obviously uses music to regulate, bc he did it for Floyd, but he also uses his turning upside down and feeling all the blood rush to his head as a method of getting his brain out of a bad spot. Lilia does also have a chew necklace that he uses now and then, but other than that, he rarely gets overstimulated or needs a distraction. He just likes chewing sldjfhslkjdf he does help Sebek and Silver self regulate though

Silver - He doesn't stim a whole lot, but when he was younger he used to have a lot of nightmares. Usually Lilia would help him through it with breathing exercises, but if he was too panicked to focus on that he would get a few pieces of ice and wrap it in a cloth towel so as to protect him from it hurting. The cold would distract Silver enough to stop crying as hard, and then both Lilia and Silver would hold an ice cube in their hands until Silver didn't want to anymore and they could practice their breathing. Every now and then, Silver still goes to the freezer at night just to hold ice in both hands until he's calmed himself down from a particularly bad dream or anxiety just eating at him.

Sebek - Refuses to believe he stims. However, he acknowledges the ice trick does help him refocus when he finds that he isn't able to on his own. He doesn't realize he grinds his teeth or that staring at a fan actually helps him calm down. Also Lilia bought him a lava lamp and it also helps stop the overwhelming Feelings he has sometimes.

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Che'nya - picks at his skin a lot. He knows it's not good but he can't help it there are Textures There He Doesn't Want but also Feel Funny on his fingers. He tends to self-regulate simply by purring or scratching himself/getting someone else to scratch behind his ears. He also tends to put things in his mouth without much thought behind it. All his pencils have bite marks. He has probably eaten like 30 erasers by this point by accident. He also really likes smells, usually freshly baked bread to help regulate, which is why he sometimes comes to 'invade' Heartslaybul is just to chill in the kitchen while Trey bakes to help him tune out any bad feelings he has. Every once in a while, he'll use catnip to deal with anxiety, but Neige usually intervenes before then and like. Puts on one of those fish videos for cats. Che'nya loves them more than he would like to admit. He also carries a ball of yarn because he likes how soft it is and he can fidget with it when he needs to.

Jack T. - Almost the exact same stims as his little brother, but he masks a lot because he Had To when he was growing up. He's just glad that he was able to provide a space for Ace to be able to express himself the way he needed to.

Najma - She also stims in a fairly subtle way. She usually has a scarf on her that's a soft material that she rubs as a means of regulation, like some sort of silk, she likes the smooth texture. She has 10 hour versions of her favourite song, (whatever it may be) on her playlist. (Jamil does NOT understand this whatsoever, how Najma can stand to listen to something that long does not make sense to him sdlfhlkjsf) She also has a hand cream she carries with her everywhere because she likes the smell of it.

Neige - He has a lot of anxious bouts and PTSD that he can usually mask, but he's almost always rubbing his wrist gently, humming, singing or whistling. He kinda figures if he's always making a noise of some kind, nobody will pick up on what lies underneath. When he does have a full blown panic attack, he has breathing exercises he works through that work for him. He also journals a lot.

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Vizzie - Rubs her wrist where her vambrace ends, tugs at her hair when she's borderline dissociative to help keep her in the present, and when she's really feeling. not great? She eats ice with salt on it. It's the burning sensation that helps her focus on Just That and nothing else. Once Cater introduces her to caffeine as a stimulant it does help with a lot of her ADHD-like tendencies, but listening to music with over the ear headphones helps too. When she doesn't want to. you know. punish herself with salted ice, she just has Ice but she has to let it sit until it's the Right Texture. And you might be like. Hey. This sounds like an amalgamation of A Lot of things from above. Guess what babyyyy most of those stims ^^^ are things I do too. And Vizzie is basically. An AU version of myself. Guess what I was doing that made me wanna write this post? slkdjfhslkjdf that's right doing a shitty job at self regulation but hey, writing it out made me Feel Better WOOOO yeah Later on in the Canon story she ends up being more comfortable showing happy stims. When she's listening to music, she often ends up doing the same thing as Cater with the rhythms of the guitar line being tapped out. (bc I gave him my stim wooo I'm taking it back for her lsdkjfhlksjdf)

Anyways. I'm surprised I finished this in one sitting. Must be the caffeine.

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inkskinned · 2 years ago

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im gonna start a fight; and, at the same time, i need you to take this in the most good-faith way possible, but:

videos that involve body-checking and intentionally (and uncritically) show a mealplan of an unhealthy number of calories are just a revamped version of pro-ana food diaries.

and yeah, i know there's arguments. i address some of them under the cut. but at the end of the day, we're just coming back to romanticizing mental illness; we've just found a better platform for it.

this is already something we've done. we knew it was wrong and tried to stop it. and tbh. it just wasn't enough.

there are people who argue "well, what if you have an eating disorder, you can't help it if you don't eat!" except that as someone with an ED; we are not infants. we know what we're doing. part of having an ED is that you are like, maybe too self-aware. even if we can't help our own food choices, we don't need to fucking romanticize the disorder - something we've been warning you about since 2013. there are hours of setup, filming, and editing that go into these videos. they do not happen to fall into place randomly. there is a reason they are pieced together to be beautiful, bright, inspiring.

there's this woman who pretty much only posts daily plans under a normal amount of calories, and everyone defends her saying but it's better than nothing! and i'm like. except she opens those with images of her showing off her body and provides no context in the video or caption that suggests that she believes what she's doing is unhealthy. she has hundreds of thousands of followers on a platform designed for young kids and teens. i refuse to believe that by accident her content just happens to be cheery advice on "healthy" versions of starving.

for any other symptom of mental illness, we would be incredibly enraged by this kind of placid acceptance of a "tips and tricks" fast-start guide. imagine if people posted pink & pretty videos saying "best places to cut yourself" as if it was a fucking storytime. we, as a society, are so fucking fatphobic that we would rather accept blatantly harmful displays of self harm than admit that we are obsessed with a hyper-thin body type.

i am not suggesting someone never talks about their disorder. i talk about mine. actually, it's a plot point in my book.

here's the difference: i recognize it's a fucking mental illness. i am very careful to never mention a specific weight, eating pattern, or calorie plan. i always make sure to position it as something that ruined my fucking life. i do not put cheery music in the background and hearts and sparkles over my worst moments. i do not film it in bright light. i do not start each passage with an image of a thin body followed by "here's how to look like her."

eating disorders should not be framed as aspirational. and the problem is that society worships the "after" image, so long as you don't get too sick. there is a reason so many people who quit being "influencers" will later admit - i wasn't eating well that whole time; an obsession with food was completely destroying my life.

we let any uncredited, uncertified person write the most backwards, fucked up shit about how to get the body you desire! because the underlying, secret belief is: well, at least they're thin! and the real thing that fucking gets me each time - they make fucking money off of it. their irresponsibility and societal harm literally pays off for them.

"why do you care so much." "don't like it don't look." "so what if people experiment with new ways of thinking of food?"

thank you for asking. we're about to get extremely personal. it's because when i was 18 i discovered "thinspiration"/"thinspo." and it absolutely influenced, shaped, and codified my pre-existing eating disorder. i went from having some troubling habits and traits to being incredibly unwell within what felt like a matter of days. there were actual pages designed to train me on how to have an ED correctly. it was all so suddenly easy. i was sick; and the nature of the illness meant - i wanted to be sicker.

it takes an average of 7 years for a person to fully recover. i know this personally - even now, 10 years from the worst of it, i still fucking struggle. i am so much happier now and i eat what i want and i literally don't think about food at all (19 year old me would shudder) and yet - i still fucking know the calories of plain toast with butter.

an eating disorder is one of the deadliest types of mental illness. over 1 in 4 people with an ED will attempt suicide.

and i'm sorry. i just do not see the exchange rate of "high rate of engagement" versus "the value of a human life."

#and there's something else in there about like ....#tbh once i got over something like 1k followers #i stopped being specific about my ED for a REASON.#yes on ur personal locked blog that u use like a diary go ahead etc #but we are OBVIOUSLY not talking about that. we're talking about the sheer NUMBER of people i could be talking about #in that one paragraph. that you and i probably were thinking about 2 different influencers #bc they get to say that they're just posting FITNESS and if it's FITNESS it's OKAY and im like #jesus christ lord almighty #every person in recovery from an ED: this is incredibly dangerous holy shit do you know how much this would have triggered me #each of these ppl: how dare you!!!!!!!!! i am only harming those who WANT to engage with my content!!!!!#their followers: leave them alone !!! they can't help that they make an hours-long choice to frame their disorder as if it was #fucking cottagecore !!!!#like girlie this person needs THERAPY #again! i didn't even have that large of a following before i IMMEDIATELY deleted any specific mention of calories food etc #bc i recognize responsibility and i didnt EVER want to even ACCIDENTALLY encourage this #and im not even GETTING PAID FOR THIS!!!#aND THEY ARE!!!#something something something they know this content makes them money #they don't give a SHIT about u babe

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menhera-info-archieve · 3 months ago

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Why Menhera is about Mental Health, not Mental Illness

I think a lot of people get confused about what the difference between these two things is, especially since it's common to use these phrases interchangeably. Technically speaking though, these terms have different meanings:

mental health: a state of mental well-being that enables people to cope with the stresses of life, realize their abilities, learn well and work well, and contribute to their community

mental illness: [medical] conditions that affect a person’s thinking, feeling, mood, or behavior

It's important to note that mental health doesn't exclusively pertain to people with mental illnesses. According to Christopher M. Palmer, “The term ‘mental health’ implies the absence of illness or disorder. But there are a lot of ways people can be mentally healthy or ill, just like there are many ways to be physically healthy or unwell.”

Focusing on menhera, part of the reason the movement is about mental health is because of Japan's culture and the fact that diagnosis isn't as common/emphasized there. This is something that has already been better explained than others, so rather than trying to reword them I'll give a few articles that help explain this

mental health ≠ mental illness

The origin and birth of Menhera

Menhera as Art and Subculture

What I think I can break down is how much different the movement would look if it was only about mental illness vs how open it is when we talk about mental health!

If the movement is only about mental illness, then we are claiming this is a space only for people with a diagnosis/ labeled mental illness. This can lead to arguments about the validity of self diagnosis and whether or not you need official diagnosis to take part in the community, something that can be observed in other mental illness related communities/tags. Even if we try to be open and say all those people are allowed, people will likely feel anxious and think things like "am i mentally ill enough to call myself menhera?" It also means that as people recover, they may feel forced to move on from the community as they stop meeting the criteria for their diagnoses (if they do).

But because the menhera movement is about mental health we don't have to worry about formal diagnosis at all. Menhera is a community for anyone who has struggled mentally in any way ever. Of course people with mental illness are still welcome and will make up a significant part of the community, but because it's open to all, people can focus on their recovery without feeling like they'll be pushed out of the community because they "don't qualify" anymore. It also allows people with a variety of different situations to join, such as (but not limited to):

lgbtq+ people, people of color, physically disabled people, and other minorities who don't have mental illness but experience pain and mental health struggles due to discrimination.

people with chronic illness/physical conditions, who may struggle with mental health due to physical pain, discrimination, and other struggles that aren’t mental illness.

people who have trouble with symptoms, but don't meet full criteria for any official diagnoses (ex: people who struggle to focus but don't have ADHD, people who benefit from DBT skills that don't have BPD, etc.)

people who probably have a mental illness, but can't afford to go to therapy, aren't ready for therapy, don't have access, etc.

people who are considered "weird" or "sick" by society (think like how kink is a theme in menhera because kink/sexual desire are stigmatized)

young people who are struggling because growing up is hard/they have heightened emotions/etc.

people dealing with normal stressors (work, school, etc.) but need an outlet or place to vent

and plenty more i'm not thinking of, I'm sure

Hopefully this puts some perspective on the difference between mental health/illness and why menhera focuses on mental health!

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creamsickle-writes · 2 years ago

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Doctor's Orders: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Tags: nsfw, role-playing, innocence play/ddlg (no use of Daddy, but similar dynamic?), doctor/patient roleplay, penetrative sex, oral sex, fingering, light degradation, and overstim

Law was pretty fickle when it came to sex.

Sometimes he would tease you, suggesting intimate time alone as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. On other days, you would mess with him relentlessly, using dirty words and well-timed touches to get your way.

Sometimes he would cave.

Sometimes he wouldn't.

This inconsistency was rather irritating at times.

It had been some time since you last had sex, and your urges were starting to get the better of you. You let out a loud sigh, hoping Law would put down his book for the night, but he didn't even shuffle.

You pause before letting out another dramatic sigh, flopping on your back as you lay on his bed, looking over at him as he sat at his desk. You puffed your cheeks out; okay, so you would have to be more direct.

You rise from the bed and waltz over to your boyfriend.

"Lawww…." You draw out, leaning over his shoulder as he reads the umpteenth thick medical book of the evening, "I'm bored; let's do something!"

Your stiff, stoic boyfriend doesn't budge an inch or even turn to look your way. He only grumbles something under his breath before going silent again. You aren't satisfied with that response, so you poke his cheek as you angle yourself over his seated form.

And when that doesn't get you a response, you keep poking and prodding his face until he lets out a frustrated sound.

"I'm busy right now. Go entertain yourself." He shoos you off, but you only lean in further, your chin resting on his head as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind.

"But Lawwwww-"

Law groans in annoyance and refuses to take his eyes off his book, "You're so damn irritating. Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Mmn," you pout your lips, "Not right now, no."

He scowls but refuses to close the book, his dark eyes raking through long paragraphs of text accompanied by technical images of the body.

The content of his book reminds you of something that always catches his interest.

"Mister Doctor…"

You feel him stiffen up under your touch; those magic words that always yielded the result you wanted were about to work their magic.

"Don't start. I'm busy-"

"C'mon, let's play doctor together again…" you purr, your hands dipping lower as they run down his chest. You move your head so your lips are next to her ear, "That could be fun, right? You love when I act all cute when we play… And it's been so long-"

"It's only been a week-" He groans again, but this time it's not just pure annoyance; underlying arousal is also hidden in that sound, "You're insatiable."

Your lips curl into a smile as you know it'll only take one more tiny push.

"C'mon, please?" You beg so sweetly, pitching your voice slightly as you whine, "My body feels weird. I need a doctor to look at it…"

There's a long pause before he speaks.

"Well, if you're actually feeling unwell, then I could take a look…"

You unwrap your arms from his body, taking a few steps back as he rises from his chair. When he turns to face you, his deep dark eyes stare straight through you. He knows you're full of shit and perfectly healthy, but he'd rather pretend he's concerned instead of admitting that he was getting aroused from the mental image you put in his head. After all, he knew perfectly well how this scenario would play out.

"Get on the bed," he starts, "Sit on the edge."

You hop up on his bed, sitting straight with your hands on your lap. He picks up his wooden chair from his desk and positions it in front of you, the chair's legs parallel to the bed now. He sits in it, leaning back slightly as he looks you over.

"So, what's wrong with you this time, huh?"

He looks down at you, his face unchanging. He's hard to read, what with that stoic expression he always wears, but you can see the faintest bit of a blush on his cheeks.

"Oh, it's awful," you draw out, letting out an exaggerated sigh, "Between my legs, it feels strange…"

He hums before looking you over, "I'll need more information than that… You might need to strip down for me so I can examine the area completely…"

"Yes, Doctor…" you smirk before lifting your dress over your head and removing your panties. Law hums in approval as you sit completely nude before him. His eyes rake over your body, and you can see the lust in them despite his controlled expression.

"Lay back and relax. The exam will be over before you know it..."

You obey his orders and lay back in the bed, your legs dangling off the edge, "Is it gonna hurt?"

Law spreads your thighs before instructing you to prop your feet on the bed, making your legs bend at the knee. Your sensitive areas are now on display for him, and you're shaking slightly, eager for him to just start touching you. You crane your neck to look at him. To the average observer, his face is cold, calculating, and unbothered, but, as his partner, you recognize the look in his eyes.

He wants to break you and see you come undone by his fingers alone.

"It depends… Has anyone ever touched you here?" He asks gently, his fingers brushing over your slit slowly.

You shake your head immediately, and he clicks his tongue," I see. Then yes, it might just hurt…"

You play the part of the innocent, blushing girl he loves so desperately.

"Mister Doctor… please be as gentle as possible!"

He hums softly before his fingers trace over your already wet slit. His brows furrow in mock concentration, his calloused fingers spreading your lips slightly.

"Do you know where exactly it feels off? Is it here..?" He inquires, running his fingers over your swollen vaginal lips.

You shake your head, "Nuh uh, it feels weird here…"

You take his hand and guide his fingertips to your clit. His deep eyes flicker toward your face, his face like stone, "Do you know what that's called?"

"No, Mister Doctor…" you say, turning up the charm and innocence, "Could you teach me?"

"That's your clitoris…" he explains plainly, "But you can also call it a clit…"

Your hair stands on end as his fingers hover over your nub; he had only briefly touched it for a moment when you guided his fingers there, but he quickly retracted his digits, teasing you. He wanted to deny you of touch for as long as possible.

"And here…" his fingers move south from your clit to your entrance, his fingers circling the rim, "This is the vaginal opening… and yours seems very wet right now…"

"I-It keeps getting wet, Doctor…" you say meekly, "I don't know why…"

"Can you tell me when it gets wet?" He prods verbally, pulling his hand away, "Does it happen when you do anything specific?"

“It happens when… I think about you, Doctor…”

His cheeks flush darker, and he lowers his hat, obstructing his eyes, "Well, that's no good…"

"What?" You sit up, propping yourself up with your arms, "What is it, Mister Doctor?"

Law shakes his head, looking up at you with a deadly serious expression, "You might need some special treatment to get rid of this. It's not a permanent solution, but it'll help…"

You giggle to yourself; he always took role-playing so seriously. It was super cute.

"What's the treatment?" You tilt your head innocently.

Law leans forward again, his hands resting on your shins, "I'll have to give you a few orgasms. That should hold you over until your next visit…"

"An orgasm?"

He blushes even further at your pretend innocence as he gets up from the chair, moving it away from the bed, "Don't tell me you don't know that word either…"

You shake your head, and he clicks his tongue, his figure towering over you, "Okay, let me ask this then: when it gets wet, do you ever touch down there?"

"Sometimes…" you shyly admit, "It feels good when I touch my clit…"

"Well, when that good feeling reaches its peak, that's an orgasm…"

You nod, acting like you've been taught a new word and concept. You're surprised when Law sinks to his knees, 'examining' you even closer now. You can feel his hot breath fanning over your clit. You bite your lip as he gets even closer.

"You'll have to give me your explicit consent before I begin the treatment, though… tell me you want me to treat you…"

Your heart rate spikes as he says those words, "Please, help me, Doctor!"

His lips pull into a tight smile, "Of course…"

You gasp as he finally touches your clit, his rough fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles into the nub. You inhale as he leans in even closer, his dark brown eyes glancing up at your face before looking back down at your pussy, "Oh, this looks bad… I'll have to keep you in my office for quite a while…"

You bite your lip as he applies a bit more pressure with his fingers, the circles growing tighter. Your thighs quiver, and he strokes one of them with his free hand as if soothing you. You watch with a tight chest as he angles his fingers so they're prodding at your entrance. Slowly, he sinks his middle and ring finger within your heat, curling them upwards. You moan softly as he rubs his finger pads against the swollen spot. You squirm a bit under the direct stimulation.

He hums, "You're so sensitive. You've never played with this place before?"

You shake your head, "N-No, Mister Doctor…"

He chuckles lowly, "How cute…"

He looks at you intently, his fingers beginning to move a bit faster as he strokes your g-spot. You try to look at him, to maintain eye contact, but it's far too embarrassing. You avert your eyes, and he smirks.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I feel really embarrassed-" you stutter out, "It feels weird-"

He hums thoughtfully, beginning to rub your clit with his thumb as he strokes your inner walls, "You don't have to be ashamed. I'm a doctor; it's my job to help patients feel better…"

You whine as he removes his fingers and jolt once he dives in, his wet tongue lapping at your swollen nub. Your body jumps in surprise and pleasure before it melts into the mattress, your head tossed back onto the sheets. He moans into your cunt, his tongue swirling and drooling all over your slit.

"M-Mister-" you gasp sharply, "D-Don't lick there. T-That's-"

Law stops a moment, "I know what I'm doing. Just be a good girl and let it happen…"

You moan loudly as he resumes his pace, licking and sucking and lapping at your pussy. Law would never admit it to your face, but he loved eating you out. And when you whined and begged for him to stop when you played this role, that turned him on the most.

He holds your thighs down as you squirm and buck your hips desperately. He's relentless, sucking on your clit like a hard candy. He continues to assault your clit with his tongue for eons before your pleasure begins to bubble over.

"A-Ah," you gasp, "Oh, it's coming-!"

Law only hums in acknowledgment as he keeps up his pace, neither sucking harder nor softer as he brings you over the edge. Your legs can only vibrate so much as Law holds you down, moaning eagerly into your cunt as he tastes your juices.

He pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "How are your symptoms? Do you feel any better?"

You struggled to speak as you caught your breath, "I feel… a bit better but… now my um, hole, feels empty…"

He chuckles, a smile tugging at his lips as he removes his hat, "Mm, I think I know the cure for that too…"

You readjust yourself on the bed so that Law can climb onto it as well. But before he joins you, he strips down, clad only in his boxers. You bite your lip as you look over his tattooed, tanned body.

"The cure?" You parrot as he crawls into bed, his body hovering over your own.

"Yeah," he says lowly, "I've got a special tool that should fit nicely in there… it'll make you feel all better…"

You watch as he slides out of his black underwear, his cock standing proudly over your cunt. You gasp and look at it wide-eyed, "Oh, but it's so big…"

There's a short pause before Law murmurs, "Turn around… if you don't watch it go in, you won't anticipate the pain; just like a shot…"

You almost snort at his disguised request to take you from behind, but instead, you nod and complete the task, propping yourself on your hands and knees. You push your face into the bed and reach back to spread your ass for him, revealing your dripping pussy. His heart almost stops in his chest at the sight.

"Okay," You sigh, "I'm ready, Mister Doctor…"

He grabs the base of his cock and slides it over your slit, collecting the slick from your hole before pushing in slowly. You moan as his cock stretches you, his length changing the shape of your walls.

"Fuck," he says shakily under his breath as he finally bottoms out, his pelvis pressed flush against your ass. Your eyes flutter shut as you grip the sheets, your cheek resting against the soft covers. Your body feels whole now that he's resting within you, and your pussy eagerly clamps down on him.

"So tight…" Law grumbles, slowly moving his hips in and out.

"I-Is that a bad thing, Doctor?"

He shakes his head, "N-No, it's normal… don't worry, after we treat this problem, you'll be perfectly healthy-"

His hips pick up the pace, thrusting in and out at a steady rhythm. You whimper and whine as his cock rubs against your g-spot perfectly, each thrust feeling like heaven. You whimper and whine the whole time, and to your surprise, so does Law.

He's unusually vocal tonight, grunting and huffing as he pounds away. He's needy, too, grabbing at your ass and slamming your hips against him to meet his thrusts. You want to tease him, but you're no better, grabbing at the sheets and moaning brokenly.

But you push him, speaking like that innocent character he loves.

"D-Doctor-" You shakily moan, "I-Is this- ah- really alright to do?"

"Trust me. You need this to feel better." He groans, "You trust me, don't you?"

"Y-Yes-"

"Good," He grunts, fucking into you even harder, his hips' movements growing frantic, "That's a good girl."

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around you and holding your breasts as he pumps in and out of you, his breath hot on your neck, "You're so trusting, so sweet... so naive and dumb. "

Your eyes roll back as he rams himself deep inside, his balls brushing against your lips with each thrust, "You need me to tell you what to do and how to do it, don't you? You don't know a damn thing-"

He punctuates his last few words with particularly brutal thrusts, his voice deep and gravelly in your ear.

"L-Law-" You whimper.

"Call me Doctor. Or Mister." He laughs slightly, his breath labored, "Or that combination of both you just love to tease me with-"

His tattooed fingers twist and pull at your nipples, and you sob out for him.

"D-Doctor-" It comes out a bit too loud, but you don't care if anyone else on the ship hears, "I-It's coming! I-I'm-!"

You squeal as your juices soak his cock. Your legs buckle under your weight, but Law grabs your hips, holding your body up as he fucks you through it.

Eventually, he pulls out, your cum connecting his tip to you. You're about to break character and laugh at him for going ballistic, but you can tell he's not done with you just yet when he flips you onto your side.

"W-What are you doing now, Doctor?"

He positions himself behind you, laying on his side and burying his face into your neck, "Two orgasms won't be enough. You'll need more than that before I'll let you go."

You gasp as he jerks his cock against your folds before roughly pushing in, his cock hitting places deep inside. You reach back, tugging at his hair. As he removes his lips from your shoulder, you turn your head to look at him before taking his lips with yours.

Time melts into one big puddle as he pistons in and out of you. His breath is shaky as he murmurs things like "good girl" and "so perfect for me" against your lips. Between rounds of brutal thrusts, he would pull out and rub your clit, his fingers occasionally dipping inside you to assault your g-spot.

You lost track of how many times you came and how many times your orgasms squirted onto the sheets, but Law didn't seem to care. He wanted to overstimulate you until you couldn't go anymore.

Eventually, as your body grows tired and sore, Law whispers in your ear, "Good girl. You took the treatment so well, but there's one last thing we need to do..."

You look up at him as he hovers over your body, you two long since abandoning the position where you laid on your sides.

"What's the last step, Doctor...?"

Law positions himself above you, his cock above your lips as you lay your head on the pillows.

He yanks your hair back with one hand and uses his other to hold his dick, pressing his swollen, cum-covered head to your lips, "Take your medicine like a good girl."

You blush darkly and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he jerks his cock over your tongue. You watch his bicep flex as he pumps his cock, his chest rising and falling as he approaches the edge.

"That's it, you're a natural..." He grunts softly, and soon, you feel a rope, and then another, decorate your tongue. His face contorts wonderfully, and you keep your tongue still, not retreating until he's shot all of his sticky seed all over your face.

You swallow it, licking your lips proudly to show you've consumed it all.

Law collapses next to you, a thin layer of sweat resting atop his features. You want to cuddle him, but he looks like he's still trying to recover. Instead, you prop yourself up on your elbow and look at him, a brow raised and a smirk on your lips.

"So, Mister Doctor," You giggle, "I see you were very into your role today."

Law huffs and looks at you, his brows furrowed and his lips contorted into a frown. Though, you notice the dark flush on his face, "Shut up, or I won't hold you."

"You wouldn't."

Silence lingers in the air, and for a moment, it seems like neither of you will budge until: "Fine. Just come over here."

You perk up and immediately dive in for a hug, pressing your lips against his cheek.

And at that, you see Law's lips curl into a smile.

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