#I’m a bit squeamish lol

[anonymous-dentist]

Quais séries e filmes de terror você recomenda? :0

Believe it or not I don’t watch a ton of horror because I don’t like jumpscares or like. Realistic gore lol

But!

Midnight Mass (tv series, the scariest thing of all is small town America)

The Fall of the House of Usher (tv series, I just started it but it’s soooo good so far)

X Files (tv series, trust me it counts okay??)

Evil Dead 2 & 3 (old movies, I don’t like the remakes)

The Shining (movie, but read the book if you can)

[inverse-problem]

me online: wow robots that run on blood that’s so cool. whoa look at that art of that dude totally getting stabbed and stuff, neat

me offline: -sees some blood and has to go find a fainting couch-

[michi-chelle]

towa from slow damage and josuke from jjba share a voice actor. i feel like i need to do something with this information.

[benetnvsch]

Going to Doctor’s Appointment today and last time I had This Certain Doctor’s appointment i had to have Impromtu Lil Surgery and nearly passed out lolol

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! how are you?

i recently burned my thigh with my iron curler and it formed a big scar. it started slowly bubbling up and i accidentally popped it like 2 days ago so now i have fresh skin open 🥲 it’s extra sensitive and i have to patch it up. and when i let the wound breath it HURTS 😭

i was wondering if you could write about this with emt!marauders? or maybe just james? idk lol whatever you feel like writing it about.

AND IF YOUVE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS ALREADY, MY BAD 😃😭

Hi lovely, I'm good! I'm really sorry this happened, it sounds awful!! Hope it's feeling a bit better by now <3

cw: severe burn (no details)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 786 words

“I don’t think we should do this.”  

“I mean,” says James, sitting patiently opposite you on the bed, “I don’t love it either.” 

“Then let’s not,” you bargain.

 He gives you a sorry smile. “What do you think we should do instead, angel?” 

You take a deep breath. “Leave it,” you say on the exhale. “It’ll heal eventually. Or it won’t, and the bandage will become my new skin. I could be fine with that.” 

“I’m somewhat attached to your real skin.” 

“We all have to make sacrifices, James.” 

Your boyfriend gives you an amused look, but there’s worry beneath it. You feel guilty for putting him through this. It’s bad enough that he has to change your bandages for you because you’re too squeamish to do it yourself, but now you’re also making him convince you as if it were his idea. 

You blow out a long breath, tilting your face up toward the ceiling. “I can’t see it.” 

“You don’t have to,” he reassures you. “You can close your eyes, baby.”

“How bad is a little infection really?” you ask, but you’re already laying back, succumbing to the plushness of your pillow. 

“I had a dog bite get infected once,” James says, pulling your leg into his lap. Strong, gentle fingers on the underside of your thigh. “I didn’t enjoy it.” 

“You got bitten by a dog?” You turn your head to see him, but he shoots you a look and you sigh, covering your eyes with your hands. “When was that?” 

“When I was little.” One of his hands stays cradling your leg, but you feel the fingers of the other probing carefully at the edges of your bandage. Apprehension climbs up your throat, mingling with the ache of affection that’s already there. You appreciate how delicate James is with you, peeling the bandage up gingerly by one corner instead of ripping it off like some might. “It wasn’t really the dog’s fault, it was just spooked and I didn’t know enough to stay away.” 

You hiss as the bandage sticks to a tender bit of skin, and James coos an apology, stroking the unharmed skin beside it soothingly. Then the whole thing comes off, air hitting the wound and making you tense all over. 

“What happened with the bite?” Your voice is somewhat strained. 

James hesitates. “There was a lot of puss involved,” he says. “You won’t want to hear the details.” 

“Mm, thanks.” 

He chuckles. You can hear him twisting the cap off the antibiotic ointment. Your fingertips press harder into your brow bone. 

“You alright?” he asks softly. 

“Mhm. I’m ready.” 

You still gasp through your teeth when the ointment makes contact with your skin, and James grips your leg more firmly to keep you from flinching away. 

“Sorry,” he hisses, working fast as he can with gentle, caring fingers. “Sorry, baby.” 

“Not your fault,” you squeak out, keeping your own fingers pressed tightly over your eyes. “Thank you for doing this.” 

James doesn’t seem to want to accept your thanks, and you let the silence sit. When he’s done, you both sigh. 

“Thanks,” you say again. For good measure. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“Definitely not,” James agrees. “I’ve no idea what we’re going to do when I’m hurt someday and neither of us can look at it.” 

You drop your hands from your eyes and sit up on your elbows, careful to look only at James and not down at your leg. It’s not hard. He’s a lovely sight, even with that sympathetic pinch to his mouth and worry tightening the muscles around his eyes. You reach for his hand, and his expression lightens. He wipes his fingertips off on his jeans before giving it to you. 

“We’ll have to call Remus,” you say, squeezing his fingers. 

A laugh startles out of him. “I thought you were going to say you’d put your squeamishness aside for me. Or that it wouldn’t be gross because you love me, or something.” 

“I would if it were true,” you reply, “but I’m afraid I won’t be much help if I’m gagging over you the entire time. I’ll hold your hand while we both don’t look, though.” 

“Mm, fair enough.” He scoots closer on the bed. His hand finds your opposite hip, rubbing a slow back-and-forth. “And you’ll distract me with kisses while I’m nursed back to health?” 

“If it’ll help.” Your voice is soft. “Though I should point out that I haven’t received any kisses.” 

Twin dimples appear on either side of James mouth as he leans over you, careful to avoid your hurt leg. “Patience, angel,” he murmurs as his lips brush yours. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

[wombywoo]

Hello!!

I wanted to ask if you would be willing to share how you go about finding the references for the injuries you depict in your work? Your pieces where the CoD boys are sporting injuries, fresh and old, are always so lifelike and to my untrained eye seem entirely medically correct.

I have been trying my hand at drawing the boys retired and resting as well, but I’m finding it difficult to decide what work injuries to add and how to find the respective references.

How do you decide what injuries to portray? And how do you go about finding the reference material?

Your huge fan, amustikas

Oooh ok ok! I'm gonna post my answer publically because I think others would find this interesting too!

To preface, I am definitely NOT a medical professional, and as such, a lot of the stuff I choose to depict in my art is not so much..ah, medically accurate as it is....aesthetically pleasing 🤭

I'll start with scars, as a lot of us enjoy slashing up Simon's face with them, lol. Generally, I'll do a cursory google image search for the type of scar I'm looking for (be warned, these can be graphic) with searches like 'burn scar' 'surgery scar' etc. But I find that for things like cuts and lacerations, real-life scars are a bit innocuous and lame 🤷‍♀️ Unfortunately not everyone's skin wants to retain that perfect slash look™️😔

So what I usually end up referencing are costume prosthetic scars ✨

As you can see, they're pretty gnarly:

And you definitely don't have to go this intense, but I find that the dramatic, carved-like appearance of these translate better to art than a realistically healed wound 🤙

The other thing to consider is the prevalence of injuries in the military. From what I've gathered, the most common will be back/shoulder/limb injuries, just a general fucking up of the whole musculoskeletal system in general due to constant overuse 🤕 Hearing loss, shrapnel/blast/burn injuries are also common, as well as all the negative psychological effects :') goooood times (not)

I think it's neat to look up real-life examples of these things, but it can get a bit intense if you're squeamish...

SafeSearch is OFF, the horrors are REal 😳

So yeah...I tend to tone things down, all things considered...😅

For this particular piece:

I researched broken humerus injuries and treatment 👍 Poor boy 🥺(Yes, I am aware that I consumed entire articles and did a shit ton of research about this just to go ahead and put a female's x-ray in this fucking picture sdfghjkl rip💀😭)

But here you can see the actual process for applying the brace for this particular injury:

Neat, eh?

When I draw Johnny with a knee brace, it's usually a real authentic one you can buy on amazon:

Product placement blast!!!💥✨ Bezos, where is my cut?? 🫰

As for ones like this:

I tend to just...scatter some wounds around and patch them up accordingly, lol. Bruising around the eyes is common with any head injury, and surgical stitching will offer a nice puckered skin effect mmm 👌 (I swear I'm normal abt this)

I'm sure the medical malpractice lawsuits are stacking up for me now, but again--it's usually more about the ✨visuals✨

My parting advice would be--go nuts! Feel free to maim and mutilate and mangle to your heart's content 🥰

Thank you for the question, Amustikas! I love your art as well 💗🫶

[90ekz]

HANDY(WO)MAN

connie springer x fem!black!reader

in which: connie never lets you jerk him off, and you show him what he’s missing.

tags: hand kink, bondage/shibari, sub!connie, black feminine reader, nicknames (princess, baby, ma), snowballing (im sorry.)

notes: been gone so long and my first fic back is about this bum :/ i missed y’all tho lol

“pleaseeee con! this would be a dream come true!” you beg to connie as your head rests in his lap. he makes a face as you mention this fact, still not understanding the appeal in all this.

see, in your almost year of dating, connie has never let you touch his cock with your hands. blowjobs? he welcomes them, just no hands. titfucking? great, take your bra off, but handjobs? he’ll get all red in the face and lock himself in the bathroom for hours if you even get close to it.

you can’t pull off his pants for him, or put your hand on his thigh, or tug him by his belt—yeah, he’s that squeamish.

“why are you so obsessed with jacking me off anyway? we do everything else in bed already—“

“exactly! we do everything else kinky in the damn world, just lemme give you a handjob, boy.” you flick the middle of his forehead lightly, watching as a blush spreads across his cheeks. you really wanted to go through with this, and he could tell.

to be clear, connie is by no means shy about sex or his own dick, considering the things you two have done in bed. despite this…

handjobs scared him.

it isn’t the act of getting one, so much as it is his fear of cumming as soon as your pretty little nails wrap around his cock. your hands were his weakness. whenever you touch him, he has to run to the bathroom just to keep from ruining his pants in front of you.

connie eyes your hands that are currently playing with the strings of his sweatpants. you’re giving him those doe eyes that you know he can’t resist, and his cock is already hardening in his pants.

“only if you want to, of course. but ya know… don’t knock it ‘till ya try it.”

“…you’re real annoying, you know that? fine, do your thing.” he smirks down at you as your own smile widens, and you spring up and begin to pepper kisses along his cheeks and neck, whispering to him how much he’s gonna love this.

somehow, none of that begging prepared for what you had in store for him.

“baby, are you sure all of this is necessary? this is… a lot for just a handjob..”

connie felt his cheeks rapidly heating as you tied not only his hands, but his arms flush against his back as well. he could barely move his upper half, due to the nature of the ropes. they extended all the way up to his biceps, and looped around to his waist and chest in a way that restricted most of his movement.

he’d always loved bondage in bed, and this was a bit excessive for his tastes, but he couldn’t complain with the way your eyes were twinkling with excitement.

“i gotta make sure you don’t try to ‘run’ like you claim i always do. you gon’ take this shit.” you lay your head on his waistband, trying not to sound condescending as he turns red.

you start slow, your hands run along his bare chest a bit first, eventually moving down his abs. the sight of your fresh set of acrylics (that he paid for; what a man) with a “C” in cursive on your middle finger sliding down his body made his dick throb.

your hands were perfect to connie. he adored everything, the size, your knuckles that were a few shades darker than the rest, your nails—even when you let them grow out a little too long, the rings that decorate them, it all just made him so weak.

at first (much to his displeasure), you just massage him through his underwear, letting him adjust to the feeling first. he lets out a few grunts and his arms instinctively buck against the restraints.

“…ma, you gon’ joystick my shit all day or you gon’ get to work?”

“don’t be a queen. i’m having my fun, so just sit back and enjoy princess.” you hold in a laugh at the whine that slips out of his mouth because of the nickname. you rotate your palm against the head of his cock, still not bothering to take off his ethikas just yet.

connie’s breath comes in a little sharper when you repeat this motion, which makes you smile. he was reacting just as you wanted him to. he takes a deep breath just as you slip your hand under his waistband and tug at the base of his cock.

“haah—oh fuck!” his hips snap into your grip as you properly jerk his cock now. you tug his underwear down, and smile when he springs to life.

meanwhile, connie is trying to find any excuse to not focus on the way your hands were pleasing him. you begin to find your rhythm and he’s making sounds you’d never heard from him before. you were doing this shit on purpose, hell, your nails were done and scraping his thighs, your fingers accessorized with golden rings on each finger and currently adding a whole new feeling to the motion on his cock.

your movements were slow and deliberate, yet so fucking good.

“oouuu shit—slow d-down!”

“‘m not even going fast, con.” you chuckled, completely enamored by your boyfriends moans. you run your teeth against the skin of his neck, your free hand holding his jaw in place. you wanted him to see what he’d been missing all this time.

connie’s eyes squeeze shut with every stroke on his sensitive dick, but you reminded him to focus. there was something so embarrassing about this compared to everything else the two of you did in bed, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it.

all that was on his mind was: “don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum.”

your thumb grazes over his slit and suddenly he’s forgetting all of his previous thoughts, spurts of cum shooting out of his tip all over your hands.

“awww, there you go baby, that’s it…” you peppered his face with kisses through his orgasm. you were a bit surprised, since you didn’t even notice how close he was to cumming. connie twitches in your grasp as overstimulation sets heavy in his bones.

“okay—okayyyy, baby! too much, shitshitshitshit-“

you giggled as you released him, watching his abdomen twitch with the waves of his orgasm rolling over him. a smug grin rested on your face as he came down, rolling his eyes when he caught you looking at him.

“don’t.”

“bae, look at my hand! you liked ittttt.”

you had a point—your fingers were completely covered in your boyfriends load, now dripping onto his lap. he’d never cum that much before, you were honestly impressed. you licked a small stripe onto your tongue before pressing your lips against his. connie gasped against your mouth with wide eyes before relaxing, his tongue swirling around yours.

you pulled away, watching the blush bloom on his face.

“ewww, nigga you gay. you just ate nut!” connie smacks his lips dramatically, exclaiming that it was your fault.

“you ain’t never jackin’ me off ever again.”

[stardust-sunset]

Since I really love your hurt/comfort hcs, do you have any hcs about how the gang are when they’re sick? You can do it for any of the gang, whoever you have ideas for! ❤️🎞️

Oh boy do I- (Sorry that Dally and Two Bit hardly have any, I don’t have much on their characters for this lol-also I didn’t do Steve purely because i don’t know anything about him because there was like-one line about him in the book lmao)

Ponyboy Curtis

Honestly Darry doesn’t believe Pont sometimes when he says he feels sick because he knows Pony used to fake it sometimes-

So he sends Pony to school only to get a call not even an hour later saying Ponyboy passed out and threw up at school

Pony is WHINY when he’s sick

He doesn’t say much, he just whimpers and whines a lot

Stomachaches are most frequent with him. Especially because of anxiety, he tends to literally worry himself sick

Darry can’t really tell the difference between when Pony is hungry, anxious or sick so he probably made Pony just eat that morning and said he was probably “just anxious” and sent him on his way

Soda kept trying to insist Pony was sick but Darry wouldn’t listen, so Pony just tried to suck it up

Johnny was the one who brought him home, thankfully. He didn’t really know what to do though and Pony kept begging him not to call Darry because the school already did and he doesn’t wanna be a bother

Like I said, he gets stomachaches a lot

So he’s just curled up in a blanket, sniffling while he tries to hold back tears because his stomachaches can get painful as hell

He doesn’t eat when he’s sick. At all. Darry and Soda literally have to try and force him to eat

His favorite is any kind of stew. Especially beef stew. He’s a sucker for it.

When he vomits it tends to be REALLY violent

Like I’m pretty sure he’s fractured a rib from how violent his vomit bouts tend to be

He’s living off ondansetron, Tums and pepsi because he prefers just burping everything up over throwing his back out when it comes to puking

Ges so pitiful too like he just stares at you with these glossy ass eyes and you can’t tell if it’s from sickness or tears and his cheeks are red and his hair is sticking up everywhere

He’s clingy too like Soda cannot escape his grasp

“Pony ai have to go to work” “Nooooo five more minutes :(“

He always has warnings before he throws up. His stomach starts getting loud and he starts very violently burping and someone (usually Darry) has to literally pick Pony up and hold him so he can throw up

They try everything to make it less painful. Soda is squeamish with vomit but he’ll rub Pony’s stomach and Darry will try to hold him kinda tight so he doesn’t convulse too hard and hurt himself

You can always tell when he’s getting better tho evacuate he starts asking for and seeking out food

It was really only one time that Darry refused to let him stay home but it turned out Pony actually had like-a really bad flu and now Darry just takes his word for it (unless he knows Pony has a test or smth in a class he’s not good in but then he starts getting suspicious)

He likes being read to. He’ll ask Soda to read him Great Expectations or Gone With The Wind

“Haven’t you read those like a million times?” “Please..? 🥺” “fine”

(side headcanon but Soda does different voices for different characters and even when he’s sick it makes Pony laugh because he’ll give Pip this rally deep raspy voice or smth)

He’s really just weak for a bit and then he’s like “Darry I’m hungry” and they’re just like “okay yeah he’s getting better”

Sodapop Curtis

Oh. My. God. He’s so fucking dramatic

”Darry, I think I’m dying” “You have a head cold”

You think Ponyboy is whiny you should hear Sodapop

He has a very vocal tummy and being sick isn’t an exception to this

When him and Pony are trying to sleep he’s just curled around his stomach trying to make it be quiet because he knows Pony has school and he doesn’t wanna keep him up

Its genuinely kind of sad because he really just wants to be taken care of but he knows Pong will be at school and he doesn’t wanna ask Darry to take care of him

So he goes into work until Steve catches him vomiting in the bathroom and takes him home

Soda insists on not calling Darry but once he’s asleep Steve calls him

He feels like a burden honestly but he keeps that to himself

He sleeps. A lot. And if you try to wake him up he actually starts crying

He absolutely detests throwing up and will do just about anything to avoid doing it

Hell unironically whine to Darry about how “my tummy hurts :(“

Darry is so over it lmao (he loves Soda but he’ll literally just take Pony to the side and be like “thank you for being somewhat easy when you’re sick” and pony is just like 😒

Soda has an iron grip and when he’s sick and you get stuck in his arms you are NOT escaping

He’s surprisingly hungry when he’s sick like he can eat full meals. They’re small. And probably soup and crackers but he can do it

Hes very shaky and uncoordinated tho so usually he has to have Pony, Darry or Steve help him. Pony and Darry are sweeties about it but Steve will be like “what you want me to do the “here comes the airplane” bullshit?”

He does it in the end and Soda feeds into it. When there together they’re absolute fucking boys and its insane

It’s very rare for him to actually throw up. He has to be REALLY sick in order for that to happen

But when he does throw up? It’s a lot.

his brothers learned this the hard way

Now if they see him twitch in the slightest they’re picking him up bridal style and hoisting him over their shoulders and plopping him in front of the toilet and holding his hair back

He gets very fussy if he gets vomit on himself like he’s immediately like “no i need to shower now”

He absolutely has a kitten sneeze

He gets really depressed when he’s sick because he can’t go outside or do much so he’s just sulking the whole time lmao

He snores when he’s sick because his nose gets stuffy (it’s really weak snoring but enough to keep you awake)

He’s very dramatic tho

It’s kinda like when you accidentally step on a dog’s tail and start doting on them so they milk it a bit (could just be me, I have a very dramatic dog) like the minute you start babying him he goes from “this sucks” to “I’m dying@

“Darry, Pony, I think I’m dying” “Soda, you’re fine. You have a stomach bug” “Can you put red carnations on my grave” “For fucks sake”

They still baby him but he can get annoying lmao

Steve usually takes care of him too when Pony is at school and Darry is at work

You can always tell when he’s better because you can kinda bribe him out of milking it

“I feel like I’m dying” “Yeah, okay. Pony and I are going to McDonalds.” “…can I come”

Hes a doofus. I love him.

Darry Curtis

You cannot get this man to take a break

Don’t even try. He could have puke on his shirt, be drenched in sweat, have a garbage can full of tissues next to his bed and he’ll still be like “yeah i’m fine”

(he’s not fine)

He’ll literally either A.) have to pass out at work, B.) be barricaded inside by his brothers or C.) work himself to the bone to the pony he can’t even get out of bed without stumbling from being so weak

Its usually A or C but sometimes Pony and/or Sofa will intervene and be like “Darry you literally have a 102.7 fever, you threw up, you sweated the Atlantic ocean onto your bed, you’re not roofing houses like this”

And he’s too weak/annoyed to argue

He tries to do everything for himself like if he has to throw up he drags himself up. If he knows he needs to try and eat he’ll be trying to make himself something. It honestly gets to the point where Pony and Soda are snuggling him through the sickness and if there’s even a sign that he’s hungry, or a sign he needs to throw up, one will haul him out and the other will make sure he doesn’t try to do anything by himself

The two of them honestly try to baby him but he’s like “I don’t need to be babied”

He won’t admit it even on his death bed but he loves when his brothers take care of him. It’s a nice change of pace for him and it makes him happy to know his brothers love him so much

He used to feel awkward because Pony and Soda were his younger brothers and he was supposed to care for them but he accepts being taken care of now

Usually his sicknesses come form over exhaustion and not sleeping a lot. So don’t expect him to wake up like…at all when he’s sick

If you even try to wake him up you will be dealing with a VERY angry Ponyboy and Sodapop

Darry doesn’t get stomach bugs too often. Mostly when he’s sick he’s just dealing with a monster of a headache and feeling like he’s gonna pass out at any minute

He has a hard time accepting he’s sick because he thinks it makes him look weak but y’know. His brothers don’t take that from him

He tends to get very frustrated with himself for not being able to stand up properly or the fact that he stumbles to even go and take a shower

He hardly complains unless he’s actually in pain. Because he gets REALLY sore when he’s sick too. His muscles tend to just temporarily die and he’s left shaky and feeling weak

Sods always gives him massages though to try and ease it up. And Darry loves it. Soda has literally put him to sleep on more than one occasion

Pony and Soda both have to carry him to his bed after which is near mission fucking impossible because they’re both lanky as fuck and he’s bigger

It’s hard to tell when he’s genuinely getting better because he will pull some creative shit to try and get back to work. Point and Soda never fall for it though and always drag him back to rest

He deserves a break, man. Give him one :(

Johnny Cade

He’s honestly so quiet about being sick. Like his normal face is already pale and nervous looking so he doesn’t look too far off when he’s sick

He does g admit to anyone when he’s sick because he doesn’t wanna feel like a burden So he just houses himself up at the lot and prays no Socs jump him

Pony usually finds him passed out in the broad sunlight (side headcanon that Johnny needs it to be dark or near dark to fall asleep) and Pony carrie’s him to his place

When he woke up he was honestly just really surprised and mildly upset with Pony for bringing him back to his place

“I told you, I don’t wanna be here-just let me go back to the lot-“ “N O”

He eventually gives in after a while of this because 1. he’s too tired and 2. He genuinely kind of wants to be doted on. But he would rather put a loaded gun in his mouth than admit that

Either Pony bings him to his place or Dally ends up keeping him at Buck’s place before realizing the partying and smell of alcohol probably doesn’t help Johnny so to the Curtis house it is

Dally would absolutely baby him. But if ANYONE brings up the fact that he’s a smidge softer than normal he will break their jaw

He’s not completely soft but he’ll bring Johnny some medicine and his favorite snacks and drinks and will just sit by his bed and make sure he’s okay

I like the little brother dynamic a lot-I have a lot of headcanons about Dally’s past if you’re interested lol-but anyway

When Dally’s in the cooler, the Curtis boys take care of him

He hates being babied but at the same time he’s not used to positive attention. So he kind of just accepts it

He, like Pony, usually worries himself sick, either worrying about what will happen when he goes home nor worrying about the Socs

So he often gets really bad stomachaches too, but not to worry-Soda has magic hands, I swear-Johnny gets REALLY jumpy when Soda first tries to give him a tummy rub but eventually just loosened up and allowed it because it felt nice and kept him from wanting to throw up

He did throw up on Darry’s bed once though and thought Darry was gonna kill him but Darry honestly just shrugged it off and told him that worse has happened in that bed. So Johnny completely relaxes after that

He tends to throw up easily, he has a weak stomach already and when he’s stressed and sick he can’t even hold water down

He tends to get really high fevers too which can be scary for some time

I kinda headcanon that he’s bilingual because one of his parents is Hispanic, so sometimes he’ll just utter stuff in Spanish and nobody really knows what he’s saying

He refuses to take his shirt off though because 1. he hates his body and 2. he’s insecure of his vitiligo (side headcanon that he has vitiligo)

So he’s just left sweating and curled up on the bed

Hes usually on extra high alert when he’s sick though because he knows he’s delirious and he knows he’s slower than normal so he’s constantly in fight or flight and Pony will sit with him for however long it takes for him to calm down

He’ll read to Johnny too to try and get him to just sleep for even a little bit

He did nearly get jumped once when he was sick but he ended up actually kinda fighting back and that’s when Dally had to come in and help him out because he was just standing with his switchblade with unfocused wyes while shaking like a chihuahua

He’s a decent patient. He’s jumpy. He’s kinda always on edge. But he lets himself be taken care of in the end.

Dallas Winston

He swears he never gets sick but he does

When he’s sick he gets even more angry if that’s possible

He just hangs out at Bucks because he would rather dig his own grave than be doted on by the gang

So he kinda prefers to take care of himself. But Johnny always knows when he’s sick. It’s like a spidey sense of his, knowing whenDallas is sick

So it’s either Johnny getting to help Dally get better or Dally is living in Buck’s bedroom with nothing but alcohol and smokes.

Sometimes Johnny will come over to try and give Dally medicine or something. Dally did NOT wanna take it but Johnny took no shit

“C’mon, Dal. You need to take it to get better.” “No I don’t, just leave me be” “You’re taking it whether you like it or not”

Theyre such a dynamic duo I swear

Dally refuses to take any flavored medicine either because he wants to look tuff. But he CANNOT swallow pills dry

He can chug down beers and eat chicken legs like a beast but when it comes to pills? Nuh uh. He can’t do it. He tries and ends up almost throwing up on himself.

Hes honestly not even awake whenever he’s sick. He’s always sleeping or just sitting and staring at the ceiling

He doesn’t get sick TOO often but when he does he refuses to leave Buck’s place.

He literally just shows up at Buck’s place whenever he’s sick like “I feel like shit and I’m crashing here thanks

Buck doesn’t give a shit, he’s drunk or high half the time so he’s just like “oh ok”

Sometimes Johnny will bring Pony along because pony wants to come too

Dally kinda gets pissed at first because he’s like “I don’t want you two babying me or harassing me to take my medicine, I’ll do it when I want to.

So honestly that’s just kinda how he is lmao. He’s not abreast patient. At all. And in the end he will curse you out for trying to make him take medicine (alcohol is the best medicine to him) and he will shoot down any requests for care. But if you’re Johnny you might…MIGHT be able to get through to him

Two Bit Mathews

Let’s be real he was a dirt eater as a kid

He has the immune system of a tank. But when he does get sick he might as well be drunk with how delirious he acts

He just crashes on the Curtis’ couch and whoever is up first (Darry or Pony usually) will just stare at him for a minute, roll their eyes and heave him up so they can clean him up because he puked on himself and the floor and the couch and the wall and somehow the ceiling

Nobody knows how he does it. He kinda just…does.

Usually his sicknesses come from the massive fucking hangovers be endured after going to parties so you’re dealing with a very delirious, snarky, stubborn Two Bit who will eat all the chocolate cake in the house no matter how sick he is

He jsut crashes on the Curtis’ couch for a few days because he’s honestly just so exhausted and doesn’t give a shit. They know he’s better when he’s left their house

He only likes the flavored kids shit. Darry refuses to buy it so Two Bit will sneak out and steal it because he’s just like that

Whenever he gets a hangover he’ll just drink a giant think of Pepsi or something because he knows he’s dehydrated and whatnot and that’s the only thing that helps

That or milk. Whatever is in the Curtis’ fridge

He literally just sits in front of the TV all day and it ticks Darry off so fucking much

“You were just complaining bait how much your head was hurting and now you’re over here watching TV. What world does that make sense in?” “My world. Now move, I wanna see what happens next.”

He’s so annoying sometimes lmao-then he just flat out ends up leaving with the Curtis’ cake being like “yeah I feel better, thanks for letting me crash, bye”

[live-laugh-legolas]

The fellowships fears

I’m not including fears they may have developed during the events of lotr. These are meant to be a bit less traumatic lol

Aragorn:

-Ok this isn’t a fear per say but I want to include it

-He gets motionsick

-Not from horseback riding because he is so used to it

-But never put him on a minecart

-Idk if it feels too ooc but I could see him being bothered by bees

-Not that he doesn’t like them or is scared of them in general; but he doesn’t want them flying near him

-He does the duck and slide move if one flies by his ear

-It’s sort of an instinctual thing; like in his brain he isn’t bothered by them but his body reacts anyway

-He also has a slight fear of little kids

-Not of the kids themselves necessarily; but of the things they do

-Like don’t show him a loose tooth that you spin around

Legolas:

-He gets claustrophobic

-He grew up running around tree tops and shit

-So being in a small dark place feels unnatural for him

-Also he is terrified to eat anything that is still moving

-Like he won’t kill a bug with his teeth (Aragorn just munches on bugs) and gods help him is he ever sees the tentacles that are still moving or will like suction to your throat?

Gimli:

-Heights

-I just sort of imagine a lot of dwarves having this fear

-And I should specify the heights really only applies to climbing up things

-Like walking across bridges in Moria wasn’t a problem

-But climbing a tree is

-If he was already above something it’s fine (like a ravine)

-Idk if this makes any sense

Boromir:

-Fires

-Not contained ones like torches or campfires

-But he is very cautious about making sure they stay contained

-Like he is a little paranoid about the dead fire; like what if the ashes are hot and start up a fresh fire?

-It’s a reasonable thing to worry about but not to the extent he does

-If he was in modern times he would not like leaving things like toasters plugged in when not in use

-I have this and I just could see him having this problem too

Frodo:

-I’m totally not projecting here…

-But mice

-Not like the animal in general; seeing them outside or as pets is fine

-But when one is in the house; absolutely fucking not

-I unfortunately discovered this fear recently and I’d like the think maybe Frodo would share my mortification

-I’m pretty sure he is also canonically scared of dogs

-He wants to like them but he’s just too traumatized from Farmer Maggot

Sam:

-Chickens

-Not all birds; just chickens and roosters

-I imagine he once was collecting eggs and got attacked by the mom or a mean rooster

-He will never reach under a chicken again

-“nice chicken” while he sees a friendly chicken minding its own business that just wants to look for bugs in his garden

Merry:

-Things in skin

-Like needles and splinters

-I absolutely have this

-A splinter will make me faint

-This one is kinda a joke though because of Dom with the splinter incident

-Maybe not a fear per say but he gets really nervous when he doesn’t know where the people he cares about are

-Like he has to know what you are doing and where you are going

-He claims it’s just so he knows where to find your body should you not come back

Pippin:

-This hobbit is a bit squeamish

-Faints at the sight of blood

-Especially his own

-But not in a serious situation; then he is fine; he can keep a level head then

-It’s like paper cuts and stuff that are the problem

-He could look at open heart surgery and be totally fine

-But one little nick with a knife and he’s on the ground

Gandalf:

-Galadriel

-Ok not really; but also he wouldn’t say he’s NOT afraid of her

-Anyway

-I honestly can’t think of anything for him; but lmk if you have any ideas

-I just think he’s too high and old to give any fucks

[wilbursprincess]

Wilbur Helping His Partner With Their Period Headcannons

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

*I use gender-neutral terms in these headcannons because not everyone who gets their period is a woman, and not every woman gets their period. My non-binary best friend gets their period. My trans-masc friend gets his period. I’m a woman who doesn’t get her period. We accept everyone here!*

Warnings: Blood, periods, mentions of pills and medications, a lot of fluff but no smut :)

I have super severe Endometriosis, meaning when I got my periods (I’m on some meds to stop mine), it was pure hell. It’s been so long since I’ve had my period (at least the blood part lol, I still get the pain constantly) that I didn’t even know who Wilbur was when I got them! Now when I’m stuck on the sofa from excruciating cramps I just want him to hug me :’)

ANYWAY MOVING ON- headcannons below cut :D

~He would feel so helpless. Not because he couldn’t do anything, he did everything you needed and more, just helpless he couldn’t take away the blood and pain.

~Can Wilbur cook? Not that well. But during your period? He’s either cooking all your cravings or getting them Doordashed so he doesn’t have to leave your side.

~If you track your period on an app, you’d share the data with him so he knew what was going on. Not only did it make him feel closer to you, he’d make sure to get notifications a few days before it starts so he knows to stock up on your favorite brand of pads/tampons and snacks.

~Have you seen those man’s hands? Perfect for rubbing your belly if it’ll help the cramps.

~Has a bad habit of stealing your heating pad if you get up for a moment. Always apologizes with kisses and chocolate.

~I personally think Wilbur’s a bit squeamish around blood (esp since he mentioned HATING vomit on stream) but he’d be an angel if you accidentally bled on the bedsheets. He’d usher you into the shower to clean up while he remade the bed without a complaint.

~You’d practically live in his clothes. Oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants all the way.

~Wilbur would be amazing at keeping track of when you take pain meds, writing it all down and bringing more to you when it’s time. Probably has the dosage number and timing memorized.

~He’s already a snuggly guy, but during your period? You’ll be lucky to get 10 minutes not wrapped in his arms. Wilbur claims it’s to comfort you, and he’s almost right. However, he’s also a big fan of the heating pad.

~Would sometimes come home with a little gift for you if you’re having a nasty period that month. Little plushies, a new book you’d been eyeing, fuzzy socks, anything to make you smile.

[dylan-o-yumm]

Hi there! I just wanna say that I love your writing it’s so good 🫶 anyways I can’t stop thinking about Leon coming back from a mission terribly hurt, and the reader just worries over him and takes care of our sweet boy 🥺 giving him the love and comfort he deserves 🫶 stay safe out there and remember to hydrate! 🫶

Firstly, thank you for the sweet and kind words, anon 💜 you’re precious

Okay so I changed it up a little bit just because I have a longer fic in the works that’s exactly this request lol, so keep an eye out for that one! This one is more… moody? And the love and comfort is more... frustration and argumentative. Hehe

And I imagine RE6/ID Leon for this one but you can imagine who you want!

WARNINGS: wounds/gore, if you're squeamish then maybe don't read just to be safe. Reader is also kinda a bitch, but we all know Leon loves his challenging women lol

“Hey, kid. Mind if I come in?” He asks, already slinking his way inside your home, his hand clutching his right shoulder that was scratched and torn up, leaking blood down his leather jacket and spilling small droplets onto your floor as the blood slid down his bicep and trickled down his fingers.

“Leon, go to a hospital. You’re making a mess,” you grumble, shutting the front door that you had just opened to greet him, and turning around to glare at him with your arms folded over your chest.

“Nice to see where your priorities lie,” he quipped with a hint of humour in his voice. “I’ll clean up any mess I make, I promise.”

You watched him as he made his way to your bathroom, grumbling to yourself as you looked at the floor and saw the trail of blood that he was leaving behind him.

You’ll have to mop again. Even though you just mopped the floors this morning... Maybe you wouldn’t care about the mess if Leon was actually dying. However he loved to come to your house to patch himself up after, almost, every mission. This wasn’t a once off, this was a reoccurrence.

Last time it was broken ribs, which you got into a fight with him about. You were determined that he go to a hospital and seek actual medical attention, but he was adamant that he was fine and would heal on his own. The two of you had a screaming match— well, you screamed, he was pretty calm the whole time. You were paranoid that he would pierce a lung, and then what would you do? You had no medical practice aside from when he would visit, you’d have no idea how to help him. Turns out all he needed was some ice and lots of rest, so it wasn’t too bad.

The time before that, he had a pretty severe concussion. Which again, resulted in the two of you fighting about if he should or shouldn’t go to a hospital, but the night ultimately ended with you forcing him to stay awake so he didn’t die in his sleep. You realised fighting would probably make his condition worsen and he was too stubborn to give up and go to a hospital so you lost a lot of sleep that night, keeping him awake by talking since watching tv would also worsen his condition. So Google says anyway.

The time before that it was a dislocated shoulder. The time before that it was a nasty slice on his thigh that desperately wanted to get infected. The time before that— well, you get the picture. You are Leon Kennedy’s personal nurse whether you like it or not.

“Hey, kid. Come here,” he called out to you from inside the bathroom and you sighed heavily, ready to see whatever injuries he had. It was going to be bad and you were going to yell at him to go to a hospital and he would refuse and you would end up helping him. Rinse and repeat.

You made your way to the bathroom, dodging the drops of blood on the floor so you didn’t walk even more of a mess throughout the house. “I keep telling you, I’m not a fucking doct- oh fuck!”

The moment you saw him, you stumbled and fell back against the bathroom door, feeling your stomach drop while bile rose in your throat.

His jacket was off and hanging over the shower door while his shirt was half off, hanging around his neck and his left arm as he had freed his right arm. Though it wasn’t the lack of clothing that disturbed you, it was the pair of tweezers he was digging into his bloody shoulder, clearly trying to dig something out.

More blood was gushing down his arm and the sickening squelch of him digging around inside his own flesh made you very light headed.

“Hey, come here I need an extra pair of hands.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Come on, I can feel it, I just can’t get a hold of it. Need that bad boy outta me before I can stitch it up.” He barely looked at you, instead frowning deeply at his shoulder while he dug around his own flesh.

You were going to kill this man with your own bare hands.

“Bullet wound?” You ask, swallowing the bile in your mouth.

“Not sure.”

“How are you not sure?!”

“Just— help me would you?” He sighed, giving up on the task at hand as he took the tweezers out of his shoulder, handing them towards you. Both the tweezers and his fingers were covered in blood, warm and sticky. You wanted to cry. Or scream. Or punch him. All of the above.

You took the tweezers and grabbed the open bottle of rubbing alcohol off the bathroom counter, spilling some over your hands and the small tool. Leon watched you silently, sitting comfortably on the closed toilet lid, man-spreading and slouching as if he didn’t have a gaping hole in his shoulder.

“I hate you so much, just FYI,” you told him as you placed one hand on the top of his shoulder to steady him and yourself while the other hand with the tweezers came up and slowly dug into the hole. Leon hissed, probably because of the antiseptic, but he was soon calm once again. The man had probably been through so much pain in his life that this felt like a breeze.

“You wouldn’t be doing this if you hated me,” he smirked, watching your face while you were very focused on finding whatever it was that was inside his arm so you could get it out safely. And also not throwing up on him as the squelching noises of the tweezers moving around inside him made it very hard to control your stomach.

“Maybe you hate me then. Having me do this for you even though you know how much I hate it, when you could just go to a fucking hospital.” You grumbled, frowning at his arm. You could feel the small piece inside him, scraping against it with the tweezers, you just had to grab it and pull it out without accidentally pushing it further inside.

“That’s not hate. That me being selfish,” he looked away from you, his smirk dropping and his eyes hardening. “I trust you more than some stranger to poke around inside me with a pair of tweezers.”

“You shouldn’t. I have no idea what I’m doing.” You huff.

He was silent then but not because he didn’t have a response. He was more focused watching you pull out a small golden bullet from his arm, that was slightly crumpled from the impact at which it was fired.

“Well what do ya know? It was a bullet,” he sighed heavily, though relaxing further into his seat. The both of you looked closely at the piece that was once in his arm, but now sat firmly between the pincers of the tweezers.

“What the fuck else would it have been?!”

“Trust me you don’t wanna know.” He scoffed. “Anyway, time for you to stitch me up.” He clapped his hands once, wincing at the pain that shot up through his arm as he did so. He leaned forward slightly and rested his elbow on his knee.

“Leon. I’m not a doctor,” you huffed, dropping the bloody bullet into the small trash can beside the toilet. You then dropped the tweezers into the sink and ran some water to rinse them off. “I understand you trust me more, for whatever reason. But this isn’t fair. I hate doing this. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I thought you cared more about the mess I was making in your house.”

You rinsed your hands in the sink next, watching Leon’s blood swirl down the drain. Though his snide comment had you shutting off the water and turning to look at him with a hand on your hip and an unamused look on your face.

Leon parted his lips and avoided your gaze, sighing as he realised you weren’t in the mood for his playful attitude.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head and grabbed a handful of toilet paper to start wiping away the blood on his arm. “I know I shouldn’t put you through this. I know it’s unfair on you.”

You crouch down in front of him and place your hand on his knee. “Tell me why you do it. Why do you come to me instead of a professional?”

Leon continued to clean his arm, avoiding eye contact with you but the fact that he was being quieter and softer now made your frustrations ease a little. He was acting more unlike himself and more like a soldier, hardened by the many wars he faced.

“When I’m out there on the field,” he pauses what he’s doing and looks up, but he doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes remain distant, unfocused. Maybe lost in a memory. “I look forward to this. Spending time with you. It’s not the best circumstances I know, but after seeing the shit I see... coming back to see you is like a breath of fresh air. I guess I just wanted to be selfish about something, you know?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and you looked down at your hand that was resting on his knee.

He didn’t get to be selfish a lot in his line of work, it made sense that he would just like to be doted on and cared for instead of being the one who cares for everyone else. This was his break, his vacation.

“I guess—“ you swallow the lump in your throat, refusing to meet his gaze, not that he was looking at you as he was quite flustered after what he just confessed. “I’ve been pretty selfish too. I mean you show up with a bullet wound, bleeding everywhere and I... I mean I’ve been pretty bitchy,” You chuckle but you don’t feel very good about yourself.

“Look,” you start, “what if you come see me more often? Preferably when you’re not bleeding. We can watch movies, relax. Give you the down time you deserve. Just... if you have a crazy injury like this, please get it checked out by a professional? That’s all I ask. I’ll pamper you as much as you need afterwards, okay?”

You’ll give him a vacation that he actually deserves.

“I’d like that,” Leon smiles, closing his eyes to take in the warm feeling for a moment longer. When he opened his eyes again, you couldn’t look away this time. His eyes were so blue, so expressive, so inviting.

You’re not sure what compelled you but your eyes lowered to his lips, so soft looking, only a little chapped, probably from being a little dehydrated after his mission, or maybe the blood loss. Either way you felt yourself leaning forward, inching closer and closer.

Until he cleared his throat.

“Do you mind sewing me up? I’m kinda bleeding out here.” He chuckled softly and you felt your face heat up and your eyes widen.

“Oh fuck, right,” you quickly jump to action, finding the needle and thread, cussing silently to yourself for being so stupid. “We could have talked after I patched you up, you know?”

“Ah where’s the fun in that?”

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 3

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Memories Made by zjass06

"Hi! I'm Will! You're my new neighbour!" the blonde boy beams; Nico frowns in turn, peering curiously at this Will. "My ma' says not to talk to strangers," Nico replies as he sits himself upon the grass. Will plops himself down next to the dark haired boy, who giggles so purely it makes his smile contagious. "I'm not a stranger, I'm your neighbour! You live next to me now and we can be friends!" Or A few snippets of Nico’s life and how his friendship develops with Will, all within a much treasured treehouse.

childhood friends to lovers will ALWAYS be elite. to me. and the centrality of this treehouse in this fic is so fucking cute bc they absolutely are the type of nerds to have a treehouse they use well into their late teens lol

2. Mafia by @buoyantsaturn

Nico is the most terrifying mob boss in New York, and Will is his live-in doctor. A Mafia Au

MY FAVE SOLANGELO SERIES TBH. like is it toxic a little bit? yeah. did the second one make me squeamish? yeah. in the 6/7 years since its been posted, have i read it literally DOZENS of times?? you betcha. idk man theres something about the danger of it all. the insane mob boss and the doctor hes whipped for. SO SO much fun and so so so romantic

3. you stormed into the battlefield (of my heart) by fedyaism

“Doctor Solace,” he says, “would you be willing to tend to a foe?” Will blinks. (He had practically expected everything but this.) “I’m sorry?” “I need you to heal an enemy for me. Can you do that?” Grace asks in a tone that lets Will know that he wasn’t really asking. “An… an enemy, sir?” “Yes. I will send him to you.” “Of course, General.” (What else could he say?)

this ends ambiguously but i am Choosing to believe they find each other again and live happily ever after for ever and ever bc im a weenie. its just...man fuck the military and i got no fondness for war BUT this isnt real and ergo i can sigh dreamily at love that is inherently kind of tragic and all the more desperately beautiful for you, yknow??

4. It's a Process by @oh-hush-its-perfect

When Nico comes out to Hazel, she really isn't sure how to react. Of course, she loves her brother to pieces, but something is holding her back. It takes a while to get over old beliefs. It takes a while to become accepting. It takes Hazel a while indeed. A.K.A. Nico is gay and Hazel can't wrap her head around it.

contrary to what the summary may lead you to believe, hazel is NOT at all homophobic in this fic. in fact her number one goal at all times is to be supportive, even as she struggles, and you know what? thats more important i think. her love for her brother is so transparently obvious in this one, she spends like 8k words doing everything she can to make SURE she is loving and accepting!!! hazel i love you. also the campfire scene had me giggling fr

5. three times everyone thought they hated each other by lizamarri

and the one time everyone realized they didn't ~ ft. capture the flag, big three kids sparring, will healing nico and being sassy about it, and more. enjoy!

NOTHING hits as hard as flirt fighting. truly nothing. also 3+1s are my weakness i stg, theres just something about outside pov and the sheer clarity of how much they love each other and love driving each other up the wall lmfao

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[blackkbeautyy]

Birthday Baby

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Billie’s party, you make sure to give her a birthday night she surely wouldn’t forget with a particular goal to reach.

(This is my first time genuinely writing and publishing a story so pls know it won’t be amazing)

Cw: Smut, oral sex fingering squirting mentions of alcohol and thats it.l

Word count: 1006

You and billie say bye to everyone while walking out of the party and you trying to hold her up from how drunk she was. You put her in the passenger and buckle her up and then get in the drivers seat. “Baaaabbbeee.” Billie slurred while staring at you. “What is it?” you ask. “Do you having any other surprises for me tonight?”She asks with a hint of what was supposed to be a seductive tone. You smiled at her drunken attempt of being flirtatious. “Actually i do, but you’ll get it when we get home.” Billie somehow slumps down even more in her seat with disappointment. “But baaaabbee.” No buts. You say sternly. “ You have to be good to get your present.” She looked up at you with a arched brow. “So I, have to be good tonight? Well isn’t that something. She says attempting to be more dominant. You knew you weren’t gonna let her persuade you into falling submissive, not tonight.

You both arrive at your shared apartment and you tell your girlfriend to wait in the living room while you tidy up everything. A few minutes later you call out to Billie and tell her to lay on the bed. She sat there in anticipation squirming around while you finished in the bathroom.You walk over to her squeamish figure.

“Just lay back and relax baby, tonight is all about you.” You tell her in a calm tone as you step in between her legs. “Why don’t you undress, hm?” She then does so being left only in her red laced bra and drenched matching panties. “My gosh Bil, you’re so wet, and l haven’t even did anything?” You ask feeling more powerful seeing the mess you caused. “Just thinking about what you were gonna do to me baby.” She says. You can tell by the hint of neediness in her voice that she wanted you to start, but you were gonna tease her a bit. So you look her in the eyes holding eye contact watching her squirm more and more while the alcohol made her body burn then she started begging for you to do something. “Please.” You smile.“Please what bil?” “Please baby make me feel good.” You look at her the neediness in her face and tone making you feel a little sympathetic for her. “Anything for the birthday girl.” You say with a smile and then you dive in. (lol)

You’ve been edging Billie for about thirty minutes and she already can’t take it anymore. You’ve used a vibrator, your tongue, and fingers, and she just can’t get enough. she’s crying and begging for you to let her cum. Every time she’s just a tad close to that beautiful bliss, you yank it away making her whine and cry. You can tell she’s frustrated, she’s all red in the face with beads of sweat running down her body, bangs and hair sticking to her face, eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

“Baby please i can’t anymore” Billie begged practically sobbing. You figured that you’ve had enough fun and decided to let her cum.

You insert your fingers in her wet hole which was clenching around nothing just a second ago which rips out a moan from her bruised flushed lips from all the messy kissing you did. You pick up the pace and use your thumb to rub her clit setting the perfect pace to the point she starts riding your fingers trying so hard to cum. “Fuck!” She yells “I���m so close go faster please baby.” You obliged and somehow increased your pace even more to the point Billie’s knuckles turned white gripping the sheets.

“Cmon baby you can do it, cum all over my fingers so i can taste you, cmon you’re almost there, cum for me like the slut you are.” That was it, she was pushed over the edge with one of the hardest orgasms she’s ever had. That didn’t stop you though, you kept going even after she had entirely rode out her high and the overstimulation kicked in. She was just so beautiful like this; hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, head thrown back thighs trembling, everything about her was so beautiful and addicting, you just wanted it all as much as you could get.

You started to eat she out running your tongue through her wet folds completely dodging her clit. “Baby please I need you.” “You need me where bil?” “I need you to-, I want you to-,” She keeps stopping to embarrassed to say what she wanted.. “If you want so bad baby say it.” You say trying to hide the grin spreading across your face. “I want you to suck my clit.” She says barely above a mumble. “Good girl.” You say, swearing you seen her clench around nothing. You do what she asked for and a loud moan escapes her lips. You insert your fingers giving her no time to adjust while you set your pace. “Faster baby fuck!” You move your fingers at a faster pace determined to reach your goal, you were gonna make her squirt. You can tell she’s close so you let her reach her climax. While she’s still trying to ride out her high you increase the pace even faster than before, her back arches off the bed and her thighs start trembling more than they were before. Then a clear liquid squirted out all over you and Billie practically screamed.

She plopped down on the bed and you next to her, watching her chest rise and fall. “How was that ?“ You asked. She turned and looked at you with a smile, “Amazing baby, you did so good, and i really needed that.” She laughed breathlessly. “Don’t think i won’t get you back though.. “she says with a tad bit of seriousness in her voice. You just laughed admiring your amazing girlfriend feeling good to have someone like her. You stand up and turn around “Lets get you cleaned up.”

[crisiscutie]

Hey! What do you think would be Sephiroth’s reaction to Hojo trying to know his s/o? I mean this with a Sephiroth that didn’t go crazy yet lol (i think it’s fluffy!sephiroth? Sorry I’m still confused a little bit)

I wonder if he would go full protective mode for them, scared that Hojo will try something, or he will just sulk in the corner and have nightmares of s/o being experimented on? Gimme some angst hehehe

Fluffy Sephiroth is my nickname for his Pre-Nibelheim self.

It's hard to say. Sephiroth's darling would have a strong connection to SOLDIER, whether as a member or part of the administrative side, like Lazard. Assuming they are SOLDIER, then they have undergone some level of experimentation already. Sephiroth may've already normalized this abuse, as he's definitely gone through it more than anyone else. So I think he'd be uncomfortable with Hojo being near his darling in general and the possibility of him discovering their relationship. The idea of them being experimented on probably won't cross his mind. Hojo himself already knows about their private relationship and would scrutinize the darling to assess if they're a worthy partner for Sephiroth to mate with.

After Sephiroth had good relationship development with his darling, he is in perma protective mode. Hojo snooping around the darling won't go unchecked for much longer. It's bad enough that his two best friends have already betrayed him and left him... And Hojo is still keeping this nonsense up? Poor Sephy is on the brink of losing his marbles. He will do whatever he can to act as a wall between them, like making himself the center of attention and such. While he still sees Hojo as a necessary evil, it is significantly more difficult for him to stay in control of his emotions. Thankfully, the fact that his darling is still there and giving him encouragement is enough to prevent him from skewering that bastard like a kebab. Though, nothing stops the nightmares of Hojo doing something terrible to his darling. The mere possibility of it is enough to make him squeamish.

Now, if this nonsense somehow followed Sephy and his darling into Domestic AU? Hojo is absolutely done for because Fluffy Sephiroth no longer has to tolerate his existence. Starting a new life with his darling meant no more dealing with Shinra's tyranny. He's determined to safeguard their freedom and protect his darling, no matter what it takes.

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Byler Fic Rec Week Day Two: S5 Speculation. Okay, so I missed day one because I was busy but. I’m gonna do todays! Also, some of these have longer descriptions than others and that is solely because I can figure out how to describe what’s going on with some of these fics more than the others. They’re all fantastic. I’m the problem here lol. (and all of these are byler. I swear. It’s just that sometimes the plot of the story is just as important as Mike and Will.)

1. The Secret to Being Unlucky by  lovetriangled 

So, Will’s POV, cool exploration of powers and plot stuff, angst/Will isn’t okay in the slightest, 13k, established byler, and I have read this fic multiple times. 

2. whispers by  dahlia_04, EmeraldTulip

Mike and Will’s POV’s, plot heavy, Will Byers is very not okay, Mike’s going through it too, 9.7k, and it’s got some neat formatting. I’m weak for anything that explores powers/supernatural/sci-fi stuff and this fic has a bit of that going on.

3. heat the pins and stab them in by  clearskiies

Mike’s POV, 13k, and he’s going through it. Get’s targeted by Vecna. You know how it is. A fair amount of Mike thinking about Will too.

4. moth to a flame (or a lightbulb) by  ApatheticLexicographer

Okay, Mike’s POV and my god does he get hit hard with this one. 7k, lots of character exploration and a fair amount of plot in there too, technically like one scene? But it’s really cool. Oh, also, this ones got some horror elements in it. 

5. These feelings are not my own by  Corvi_dae524

Will’s POV, cool power stuff/mechanics, and a funky little accidental emotional mind meld. 4k.

6. Wrong by  jenlouniverse

Multi-chapter, Mike’s POV, Mike really REALLY goes through it, 21.4k, and basically is about Mike not being able to tell what’s real. Which is like plot stuff, but also interesting to see how it all plays out. 

7. Tough tied and oh so squeamish by  Cocalolhh

The POV flips around a bit, 8k, and it’s two chapters and mostly about exploring selective mutism through Mike. It’s not all s5 speculation, but most of it is in a setting that could technically be s5 speculation. But mostly focused on Mike.

8. you were bigger than the whole sky by  delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)

Mike’s POV, 28k, has a long time skip but is still directly dealing with s5 problems so I think this counts. There’s a lot of plot with sci-fi and at times almost fantasy elements to it. Mike is struggling a whole lot. And it explores hope, love and grief. 

9. The End of the World by  eagle_ace

Mike’s POV, 8.3k, focused on the Party and everything falling apart after season four. The writing style and formatting is also really neat. 

10. I grieve in stereo by  ferngreen

26.2k 1/2 chapters, Mike’s POV, Mike isn’t having a good time but hey. At least he’s got Will. Also a fair amount of plot with this one too, and mostly uses Stranger Things canon sci-fi elements, but along with an exploration of Mike’s character. 

Alright, those are all the fics (most of them, there’s always more hiding somewhere that I’m probably subscribed too but forgot to bookmark lol) I’ve got for this category!

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Affirmations - Part Two

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2780

Warnings etc: SMUTTY FEELS, like that’s pretty much the whole thing lol, a hand on reader’s throat but not really breath play just thought I should mention it in case you’re squeamish about that, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it naked female/clothed male, subspace, dom/sub undertones

Reader-insert physical descriptors: hair long enough to comb fingers through

Notes: takes place immediately after Part One so you should probably read that. Or don’t. Enjoy your smut, ya filthy animals 😉

This scene is inspired by the pic in the banner. Yes, I did stare at it for much longer than what is probably normal.

Also after writing this fic, it’s now an undeniable fact - Marcus Pike owns my whole heart and pussy.

The bedroom is quiet. 

Marcus had shut the door, drawn the curtains closed on the windows, moved through the room with steady and sure motions as if completing some sort of routine. 

You had watched him with a vague curiosity, too exhausted and raw to find the energy to ask about it - not that you would. There was something almost ceremonial about it all, the intent of his focus on creating a sanctuary just for the two of you. To question it felt sacrilegious. 

Still, your mind noted the steps. 

Close the door and draw the curtains. 

Dim the lights, just enough to soften all the edges. 

Spread out a plush, thick blanket on top of the bed.

Undress you, trails of soft kisses and touches blessing your skin as it’s revealed. 

Pull you to him and kiss you deep, pressing your bare curves to his clothed frame. 

Chase the shiver that runs down your spine at the sensation with the tips of his fingers. 

Guide you to the bed and lay you out, help you get comfortable while he sheds his own clothing. 

And always, throughout, that warm, brown gaze never leaves you, darkening as each step is completed, drifting down your body with clear admiration, with obvious desire. 

Your thoughts had grown quieter bit by bit, softened by distraction, curiosity of what might come next.

Now, some time later, you lie facedown on the bed, the silk-soft texture of the blanket cupping your bare skin, and the noise of your thoughts is a dull murmur beneath the skip-beat of anticipation through your veins, under the skin of your wrists where your arms are curled around your head, face tucked into your elbow to block out the dim light.��

And Marcus is…

“Take a deep breath for me, lovely one.” 

His hand rests flat against your back between your shoulderblades, warm weight grounding. You focus on it, let the warmth seep through your chest, pull air into your lungs, steady. 

“Good.” His hand drifts down the curve of your spine and back again. “One more.”

The next breath releases the last of the tension in your muscles, and you sink even further into the bed. 

Trust. 

It blooms in your chest, a soft throb against your ribcage. You tug at it gently, guide it to spread through your entire body, embrace it with full knowledge that it will bring you peace. 

Calm. Stillness.

Trust Marcus and find serenity.

A quiet noise, almost distant - he’s shifting and the mattress dips and you tense reflexively. 

His lips press against your shoulder, voice ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Relax. Don’t think.” Another kiss to your temple. “Just feel. Be here with me.”

The softness of his voice squeezes your throat, emotion rising but you shove it away, force your attention to his hand on your back, retracing its path. 

Don’t think. Just feel. 

He settles on the bed, gently nudging your thighs apart as he kneels between them before leaning over you, planting his free hand beside your shoulder. The warmth of his body - so close, not quite touching - prickles your skin, makes you crave more, arching your back until the next pass of his hand coaxes your muscles to relax once again. 

Don’t think. Just feel.

His lips tracing your hairline.

Breathe in. 

Don’t think just feel

His breath warming your skin. 

Breathe out. 

Don’t think just feel

His hand smoothing down the planes of your back. 

Be here with me

He noses along the crook of your neck. “Good girl.”

A thrill of pleasure skitters along the surface your mind, echoing through the heavy haze. You observe it with distant curiosity.

When had you slipped into it? This mindset of obedience, thoughts quiet and body compliant.

It pulls you deeper with the next breath, the unique sensation of anchored weightlessness.

Only he can bring you here. 

Marcus. 

His hand leaves your back, smooths over your arm, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin in the dip of your elbow before slipping through your hair, threading his fingers into the strands until his palm cups the curve of your head. 

Oh - 

A pulse ripples through the haze. 

Something primal, a visceral instinct accompanying the vulnerability of being at someone’s mercy, the urge to react out of need for survival but it turns almost instantly, pools, heated, in the pit of your stomach. 

Becomes a part of the weight keeping you grounded, the absolute trust you have in the man holding you. 

His long fingers curl, slowly card through your hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at your scalp. 

Shivers race down your back, he follows them with his lips, soft plush kisses map a constellation over your skin. 

Again, the gentle swirl of fingertips, the light scratch of nails, the glide of strands over smooth callouses. 

Breathe in. 

Be here with me

The slow and steady press of lips over your shoulder. 

Breathe out. 

Warmth slowly blankets the bare skin of your back as he pulls his body closer, his hands skimming over your biceps, forearms, wrists. His fingers skating along the delicate skin and your steady pulse beneath it before twining through your own. 

Your lungs fill with him, ribs expand to take as much of him inside you as possible. 

The haze flickers. 

It’s not enough. 

You need more of him. 

Some part of your brain tells you to say it, but words won’t form, letters, vowels and consonants skittering away from your grasp.

Your body takes over for the silence of your tongue, your thighs spreading further, beckoning him closer. He settles between your legs, chest pressed against your shoulderblades, arms coming up to frame yours. 

The meaning of the words yes like that swell in your thoughts, intangible but there. 

His lips suckle softly at the corner of your jaw, tongue flicking out to taste, and he breathes deep, gentle hum of contentment rumbling against your back. 

Both the sound and sensation are grounding. Rooting you to this moment. 

Another kiss, to the soft skin behind your ear. “Doing so well, being here, feeling me. Feeling us.”

The haze of your thoughts shifts sluggishly, pulling focus to where your body connects with his. Something like a whimper escapes your lips as his frame rests almost completely on yours, his chest flush to your back. 

Arousal pools, deep in your core, spreading down your thighs and up your torso, soft tingles that make you shiver. 

A sweet kiss to the corner of your eye, the caress of a thumb over your temple. “Are you here with me?”

The word somehow forms without effort, called into existence by his question, as if your body is ready to speak for you even if your mind can’t. “Yes.”

“Good.” Lips curve into a smile against your cheek. “You’re incredible. So strong, so beautiful. So good for me.”

It should surprise you, that there’s no protest on the tip of your tongue, no attempt to deflect or deny his words. 

Nothing touches you here. 

Here with him. 

Marcus. 

“Yes, lovely one?”

His name had fallen from your lips unbidden, like it was pulled straight from your heart. 

Arousal flares at his response - the slight gravel to his voice that says he’s fighting with his instinctual desire just as you’re succumbing to yours, and that nickname he’s given you, one he only speaks in moments like this -

A blinding want rips through your awareness and that pool of arousal in your core pulses in the walls of your cunt. 

The words slip through the haze of your thoughts. “I need you inside me.”

His breath catches in his chest - you can feel it, the slight tightening of his muscles, the barely-there shift in his lungs - then his lips press to your shoulder, his voice ghosting over your ear.

“I will give this to you. But you have to stay just like this. Breathing, feeling, just being here, in this moment. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” 

No hesitation exists in your awareness. 

Only need. 

“Good girl.” 

Another kiss and he shifts, hips pressing to the curve of your ass. 

The hard length of his cock drags along your skin and heat flares bright and slick, radiating out from between your thighs until every muscles is trembling with it. 

A hand cups the back of your neck and long fingers wrap around your throat -

There’s no pressure, no squeeze, just warm weight, a reminder. 

Your entire body shudders, muscles instantly going slack again. 

His chest rumbles against your back. “That’s it, that’s good. So responsive, so perfect for me.”

The haze of your thoughts pulls, becomes this other, a whispering steady litany of disjointed words from some place below your awareness. 

The voice of your body, unspoken but made heard. 

Yes yes perfect 

You swallow, feel the graze of the soft skin of your throat move against the smooth callouses of his fingers, and pleasure spikes quick, dizzying, so sharp that tears gather in the corners of your eyes at the empty ache of your pussy. 

Patience trust yes need Marcus 

He’s moving, slow and careful, cock gliding over the curve of your ass and between your spread thighs, slipping through the slick gathering there. 

Sensation ripples the haze, echoes in the soft groan where his lips press against your shoulder. 

His thumb caresses the tendon on the back of your neck, easing the quiver of tension starting to build. “Easy, lovely one. Take my cock, nice and easy.”

Then his hips are shifting, the blunt head of his cock presses against the cup of your entrance and the walls of your cunt flutter, desperate to clench and pull and suck him in deep and you breathe, focus. 

Easy easy easy 

His lips trace your hairline at the nape of your neck as he slides deeper, a slow and steady push that threatens the thick calm laying over your body. Tempts your spine to arch, your hips to roll. 

Stay just like this 

Breathe relax stay 

Your head is spinning with effort, the desire to be good for him warring with primal need. 

Yes yes yes 

He squeezes your throat gently, barely, but enough to ground you as his cock presses you open. 

Marcus 

Every nerve is alight, every sense heightened almost past the point of bearable. 

His hips finally sit flush with your ass, and he shifts his weight just a little and the head of his cock pushes against something deep inside you and -

Pleasure tears through your body -

No no stay relax don’t 

A sob buzzes in your throat, desperate edge catching on his fingers. 

His free hand curls around your head, thumb brushing your cheek. “Oh right there? Does it feel good, lovely one?”

A subtle roll of his hips grinds his cock into that place in your core and white-hot pleasure threatens to squeeze, clench down on his cock. 

So good feels 

You pull at the haze of your thoughts, try to find purchase on anything that will stop your body from reacting, keep you in this state that he wants you in. 

Another press of his cock, his mouth against your ear, voice washed out by the racing heartbeat pounding through your veins. “That’s it, just feel it, let it come to you.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, just grinds his cock to that spot again and your focus narrows, a pinpoint on the edge he’s pushing you to, every part of you becomes that goal, that desire. 

His desire 

Stay just like this 

“Are you here with me?” His voice is right there, lips brushing your ear. 

Yes 

“Good girl.” Another shift, another press of his cock, another flash of white-hot pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Amazing, incredible…” he kisses your temple softly, keeps his lips there to murmur against your skin. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”

A moan catches in your throat, buzzes against his fingers, and his cock twitches deep in your core. 

Marcus shifts his grip on your throat, hand smoothing over the curve of your head, fingers slipping through your hair to twist lightly until you’re firmly in his grasp. 

Your heartbeat stutters in anticipation. 

Then he rolls his hips, long and slow and the length of his cock drags along your inner walls and the haze flares, shimmering, and it’s -

There’s something other about it, something -

deep, beyond your body - 

pulling from the physical but lifting you into a space where everything is so close yet so far -

no not far, right here, and you’re safe, protected -

He slowly pushes back in, a slick glide that sparks pleasure so bright and full you can almost taste it. 

Tears slip out from beneath your closed eyelids - 

they feel good, warm and soothing on your skin -

His lips press to their tracks, trace them. “You’re there. Right where you need to be. Find your voice, lovely one.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink through the haze, for you to understand, but it doesn’t matter, you’ll do anything he asks of you. 

He stills, hand cupping your head, hips pressed to yours and cock buried deep. “I want you to tell them the truth, those other voices. Repeat after me. Can you do that?”

“Yes -“ your voice is barely a whisper, rasping with pleasure, sounding distant but echoing in your head at the same time. 

“Good. My good girl.” His fingers grip just a bit tighter, sharpen your focus even more. “You are brilliant. Say it. Tell them.”

His hips roll again, dragging the thick length of his cock from your slick cunt and your words stumble out in a stuttered breath. “I am brilliant.”

“You are capable.”

Again the slow push back in, the throb of the haze meeting the pace of your heartbeat and your words beat along with it. “I am capable.”

“You are exceptional.”

Pleasure sparks hot, unseen colours that ripple through the haze with so much intensity it almost stops your voice. 

“I am exc-ceptional.”

“Good. Again.”

He moves with you, around you, inside you, his words reverberating through the haze and pulsing in time with the motions of his body, his breath, his lips on your skin until it envelopes you wholly and you become it, that pulse, that beat. 

Become the pleasure and the words running through it. 

“I am brilliant.”

Beat. 

“I am capable.”

Beat. 

“I am exceptional.”

Beat. 

Again. 

“I am brilliant.”

Beat.

“I am capable.”

Beat.

“I am exceptional.”

Beat. 

I -

Something bright is building, tingeing your voice and the dark behind your eyelids with light, colour and sound and sensation, and its so big and so much it’s pulling you in and you’re falling into it and away -

“Marcus -“ 

- half of a plea, you know he’s there, he’ll catch you and keep you safe -

“I’ve got you, lovely one.”

Yes yes Marcus

The low rasp of his words in your ear -

“Breathe.”

Your lungs pull deep, expand and contract, the base instincts of your body attuned to his command. 

“Feel.”

Pleasure sings through your veins and swarms over your skin and bursts at every touchpoint, every cell that’s connected to him blazing. 

“Come.”

Bright indefinable sensation overwhelms you and it shakes and burns and feels -

Beyond pleasure, more than some carnal sensory pattern, bigger and deeper than anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re falling for what feels like eternity -

His voice seeps into the bright and pulls you back to the surface, tucks you in close.

Another breath, another beat.

A moment of utter silence.

Where nothing and everything exists at the same time, and you’re right there, in the middle, in perfect balance. 

And then you’re moving, gentle hands turning your body, smoothing out tremors of pleasure that still quiver through your limbs, dance along your skin. 

One cups your face and the other rests over your heartbeat, a warm weight that instantly soothes your aching chest, loosens your throat so you can breathe again. 

Slowly your awareness comes back, in pieces still blurred at the edges. 

You’re on your back, shoulders flat against the soft blanket. Every muscle is lax, every ounce of tension gone, replaced by that kind of soft heat that only comes from spent pleasure. 

A low murmur sinks into your thoughts - Marcus, speaking to you, his words forming into something recognizable, even if you can’t quite understand them yet. 

“…just like that, breathe, good.” His thumb is tracing small circles on your skin over your heartbeat. “Come back to me, lovely one.”

You try to focus on his voice, to obey him, but then he’s pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body slips back into the content quiet. 

*****

Next: Part Three

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