#i hate you soother

[ja3honey]

♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Your life might of been turned upside down within only a couple of hours. But you can't help but think it was the best thing that could of ever happened.

『Word count』 : 3k

-> Genre: Suggestive. Supernatural. Dark Romance

Pairing: Ot8!Vampire!Ateez x Human!Reader [Currently Seonghwa/Jongho/Yeosang]

[Warnings] : Blood Drinking. Biting. Wounds. Gore. Swearing. Dirty talk. Yeosang is mean but isn't really. Jongho can read minds. Mention of all members having super abilities. Mixture of past and present writing. Clubbing. Pet names. Jongho give the best forehead kisses. Reader talks about her abusive past. Angst but Jongie is a soother.

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Yeosang was quick to hang up the phone once he ended his conversation with Jongho. His eyes were darting all over the bar trying his best to see if he could find the young woman he saw but alas she was gone. As if she was never there to begin with. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He swore to himself over again, racking his fingers through his washed-out green hair. He turned away for only a second, how could she have disappeared? He rubbed his jaw quickly letting out yet another huff before turning to head back towards his office but as he turned he slammed right into someone.

“Shit!” He swore this time aloud, seeing his button-up was covered in sweet liquor. Stupid fucking humans. Stupid, disgusting hu─

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you. Oh my, I’m so clumsy.” Your voice was sweet, like silk. He hates himself for remembering how you sounded. Your eyes finally caught him, but he was frozen, just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape. You were just as beautiful as the day they all lost you.

“Uh… It’s..It’s fine.” He was so caught off guard. You clearly didn’t know him. There was no recollection in your gaze. Just a simple apologetic smile that humans give one another when they don’t know each other. Were you even you? Were you just some human that looked like you? No. You had the same voice. The same twinkle in your eye that Yeosang died to see every chance he got. And….

“Well, I’m still so sorry. Here, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” You were being so kind to him. Kind to a stranger. Without thinking Yeosang Grabbed your wrist before you could pull your wallet out. You flinched slightly from the sudden movement of the unknown male, but you didn’t shy away from it. His touch wasn’t sending off red flags like other males who tried to touch you. No, there was something almost deja-vu like with his rough hand gripping tightly. You couldn’t explain it but it felt like you’ve been in this situation with him before.

Yeosang blinked a few times quickly, trying to find something anything to say to do. Ask for your name maybe? No, he can’t do that now in this kind of situation. So he just smiled. “No Need Pet. It was an accident.”

He let go of you roughly, which he didn’t mean but his mind was too focused on getting away from you so he could breathe and recollect his scattered thoughts. He didn’t even get you a chance to say thank you before he was off, weaving through the crowd so he could get to one of his men so they could put out a scout for you. He needed to keep you close, keep tabs on you. Needing to know who exactly you are before he says anything else to the others. Last thing he needs is someone like Mingi, Wooyoung or San having hope you are alive.

You, on the other hand, stood there for a moment. Trying to take in exactly what happened. you felt a little odd like something was unfinished. His face looked at you with such sorrow and loss. Did you remind him of someone? And why did he call you pet?

- The Past -

Yeosang had left you to wander the grounds on your own, saying he needed to finish his work before retiring to bed. You wished him a good night before heading through the halls, not before asking him directions of course. Thankfully you were on the right track anyway and only needed to take two more rights before finally stumbling into the vast kitchen. No one was here, strange? But given the lords of the manor were not awake in the day, it should make sense. No one needed to prepare food or supply lunching or tea to anyone during these early hours of the morning.

You grabbed a drink for yourself, trying not to disturb whatever order the kitchen had seemed to be arranged in. The cool water felt heavenly down your horse throat. From the screams earlier because of Seonghwa and then the tinge of pain that is still lingering from Yeosang’s fangs. It was no wonder the liquid was healing for your vocals. A mirror was situated in the corner of the room just behind the door. Most likely so maids or servers could check their appearance before being presented in front of any high socialite they may be a guest here on occasions. You glanced over at your neck to see two harsh red punctures. The blood was cleaned and dried from Yeosang tending to your wounds, but there was still some speckles of dried blood on the hem of your sleepwear. You couldn’t understand why you felt nothing upon seeing the marks. No fear, no sense of uncomfortableness or pain. Just simply is. Like this was normal. Like it had been the most mundane thing in your abusive life.

You might be a little fucked up.

But who could blame you? Your parents were vial, your siblings were useless, and your soon-to-be was a pig. You were alone until they showed up. Until they swept you off your feet─literally─and stole you away into some fairy tale. that’s what it felt like. Like you had fallen down the rabbit hole into wonderland just like the books you’ve read had suggested. Would that make you Alice then? Maybe you’d be more of a mad hatter?

“I think you are more of the white rabbit. Soft, cute.” You jumped, turning around to see a gentle-looking but broad beefy man. Jongho… did he, did he just read my mind? “I sure did honey. You have quite a lot in there for such a young sweet thing hmm?”

“H-how….” All these questions started running through your head. How could he read your mind? Do all vampires have this ability? Have all of them been about to hear your thoughts since you got here? Jongho was suddenly in front of you, using his super-speed to cage you between the door and his warm body.

“Slow down with the questions, honey. To answer them. I’m the only one out of us that can read minds.” That made you sigh slightly in relief. “Vampires when turned or born, gain one ability. For example, I can read minds. Seonghwa can bend water. Yunho has healing abilities. And the list goes on.”

“What does Yeosang h-have…” You gulped, feeling Jongho's body so close to yours. His one hand is perfectly perched on your hip while the other lies spread against the door. You try not to make your mind wonder if he is going to bite you like the others. Or the way his lips would feel on you. Any part of you.

You notice a darkness swirl in his eyes, watching you intensely. “He should be the one to tell you…” he didn’t let you say anything else as his head dipped to your neck kissing along the wound Yeosang had left prior. His cold tongue glided over both puncture marks, tasting the little bit of dried leftover blood that had been left behind. “Your mind wanders so quickly doesn’t it honey?”

“What was it? About wanting to know if I’ll bite you. Or touch you? Maybe…” He snapped his head up, looking you straight in the eyes, like he was looking directly into your soul. Your heart was racing and you knew he could hear it. He could hear everything, from your jagged breath, shacking limbs and your sinful thoughts that you were so desperately trying to shoo away. “You wanna know how good I could fuck you? Hmm, who knew our sweet little rabbit was so naughty.”

“T-that’s not true.” You knew lying was not the best thing to do considering he can literally read your fucking mind. But you had no idea what else to say. He just chuckled, clicking his tongue lightly before closing the gap between you, making your bodies flush against one another. His nose rubbed along your neck inhaling generously. You smelt amazing to him. Like lilacs and summer rain showers. Or how a forest smells fresh and light in the early hours of dawn. He could just have you in his arms, inhaling your scent for hours and would never grow tired. He wouldn’t admit it, nor would he linger too deep in your mind either for the same reason. That he was definitely falling in love with you. Unlike his friends, he was a romantic. A dirty, filthy, romantic. And he wanted to do everything and anything to you, for you, with you. Anything for you to call him, yours.

“Such a sweet little white rabbit. So kind, even though the world has been nothing but hardship for you.” His words made a lump form in your throat, not thinking if this vampire could indeed read minds, he was not only able to see your dirty fantasies but your dark past too. Your pain. The memories you wish more than anything to erase. You didn’t want to life you were given, always praying for a new start. Or a quick death. Whichever came first you didn’t mind. But maybe now you could have that new start. One filled with love, devotion, and gratitude. Like the relationships in the stories you’ve read. One were you could feel equal even though they were all beasts. They were more human than the humans you already knew. “Let’s get you back to bed hmm?”

Jongho’s words sounded more like a question but you knew he meant it in more of a statement. Wanting you to not grow tired from the crazy event you had only hours been through. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried.”

“Why?” He didn’t mean to bluntly ask but he was worried. Sure he could just read your mind and find out. But he wanted to hear the emotion behind the words. He needed you to say it aloud.

“Last night…” You took a breath, relaxing a little into Jongho’s hold, as he kept you firmly between the door and his body. “It was not the first time I’d seen blood. Or death. To be fair. For a moment. I thought I was going to die tonight. And I wasn’t afraid.” You hiccuped feeling a tear break from your left eye. “I wasn’t scared of death. In fact, I was ready to welcome it. And it made me realise how much I’ve lived in a loop of pain. Waiting for something to either kill me or help me.”

It was Jongho’s turn to take a deep breath, rubbing his thumb into your hip, trying to comfort you as you spoke. “I’m glad you all came to save me. Even though this might seem crazy. And I have only known you all for less than a day. I have felt more at home here than I have my entire life. So t-thank you.”

Jongho’s undead heart broke at your little sob. You were so young and yet you had been through so much. He knew then and there he was going to protect you, shield you. Even if it meant getting himself injured or killed. He dropped his hand from the wall so he could cup your face. Your glossy, watery eyes stared up at him with so much agony. He sighed. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Okay, Honey. You are safe with us. You might not understand this yet but we… We have cared about you for a while.”

He wasn’t about to pour out all the confessions of you being their mate. And how they are all mated to one another and you were their missing piece. That was for another day. For now. All you needed was reassurance. A kind hand to hold. a broad chest to hug. “Come on now. Let’s actually get you back to bed now.”

He walked you back to your room where a lightly snoring Seonghwa was. You thanked Jongho again and he said ‘There is no need to thank me’ but yet you still said it again. Gave you one last smile before kissing your forehead with such gentleness. Softness like nothing you’ve ever felt. He was gone before you could even whisper out a goodnight.

[bakubunny]

time to bother you-

forcing myself to be a big girl and type this off anon LMAO-

anywho, thinking about daddy shouta absolutely hating thumb sucking —- NOT because he’s against it, but because he doesn’t need you getting sick.

“germs.” is all he says now before plucking your thumb from your mouth.

….zashi giving him the obvious bright idea to just get you a binki, so he can make sure only clean things enter your lil mouth. gets a cute lil carrying case for it so he can bring it along with him when you both go out places.

this is self indulgent- uh oh

good gosh the way i’d stop thumb sucking so gd fast in public (i don’t but if i did, yk).

starr you’re onto something here

but ugh. i’d you’d complain so hard bc that means he wouldn’t want his hands in your mouth either (and his hands are way better 😵‍💫).

he pulled your hand out of your mouth while sitting at a stoplight. “germs, babygirl. stop that, or i’m getting your pacifier.”

heat prickled your cheeks. “i’m sorry?”

“you heard me. one more time, and i’m pulling out your pacifier,” shota repeated.

“y-you brought it with you? you don’t expect me to use that outside the car, do you? we’re in public,” you said.

“yes, i did. and if you keep arguing, you most certainly will. it’s nothing a little face mask can’t hide if you keep your mouth shut,” he replied.

your cheeks burned. it felt embarrassing enough when it was just the two of you and he replaced your hand with the silicone soother as opposed to you seeking it out.

shota continued as the light turned green. “the same applies if you bite your nails. i don’t need my little girl getting sick.”

a shiver hit your neck and your thighs pulled together. “yes, daddy.”

and you tried, you really did, at least when you were out of the house with him. because at home you could process your emotions about it privately. but just two days later on the way to the grocery store, you slipped and popped your thumb in your mouth. shota pulled the pastel adult pacifier out of his pocket almost immediately, kept clean with a plastic cover that popped on.

“don’t make me put it in for you, or you’ll like me even less when we get home. your face mask is in the glove box,” he said.

“but daddy, what if someone tries to talk to me or something?” you asked, more nervous than complaining.

“you squeeze my hand and suck on your pretty paci to your heart’s content,” shota replied. he met your eyes for a brief moment.

“let daddy handle grown up stuff. understood?”

[buckyalpine]

In desperate need of some more dad bucky 🥺

18+

Dad Bucky from A to Z, everything from sweet to sexy to some raw moments with daddy Bucky. 

A - Always worried about you and his babies. When he’s away on missions, you can’t pull him away from facetime, he has to see you, he has to see his little ones. Sometimes he packs a few of their books with him so he can read them a bedtime story. Once their asleep and tucked in, he asks his beautiful babymama what she did all day, giving you all the kisses over the phone until he can see you again. 

B - Baby fever. Seeing his chubby bubbas make’s his heart so full. After they start to walk and talk and run around, he can’t help but long for more little ones. When Sam comes around with his newborn nephew, Bucky can’t help but glance over at you bouncing your toddler on your hip. He wants to see you pregnant again, see another little Bucky running around. He loves cradling and soothing his babies, one more can’t hurt? Then your daughter was born. And then maybe another?

C - Cuddles. Daddy Bucky gives the best cuddles. He comes home, scoops his son ins his arms and snuggles him close to his chest. He kisses his head, making his way over to the crib where his baby girl is still sleeping. He carefully carries her in the other arm, smiling at the way she curls herself into him, seeking her daddy’s warmth. He listens to his son babble around his day while his daughter coos, chewing on his dog tags. 

D - Disaster warning. It’s chaos when you leave him alone with the babies for too long, especially if the uncles are also involved. 10 ft high pillow forts. Ceiling high bubble baths. Potion making with all your lotions and shampoos. So many giggles, squeals and laughter. You only need to worry when it suddenly goes silent. Silence indicates something foolish is afoot. 

E - Excited. No one was more excited than Bucky when he found out he was going to be a dad. He was cuddled up with your belly every night, kissing and rubbing it, talking to your baby until he fell asleep. He read up on everything he could, from how to take care of a new born to what not to say in the delivery room. 

F - Fussy baby soother. No one has any idea what his secret is but he can soothe a fussy baby within seconds, cradling them in his strong warm arms, gently rocking them till they fall asleep. He now leaves back his sweaters hanging on his daughters crib and another for his son to snuggle with. He can’t help but laugh when you pout over how he didn’t leave you a sweater. To which he points out you already stole 90% of them. You were wearing his Henley. 

G - Girl dad. He fucking loves it. He makes sure his babygirl gets to do everything she wants and he encourages her every step of the way. Matching princess Halloween costume? He’s getting an XXL sparkly blue dress to wear with her. Wants to learn to fight? He’s more than eager to get her a mini knife set. She want’s to fight like aunty Nat? He’s training with her in the big ring. A tiny cut on her knee? He’s kissing it all better. Bad dreams? He scares all the monsters away. He’s there to pick her up every step of the way. 

H - Helpful. He hates that fucking word. Especially when others point out he’s so helpful with taking care of his kids. They’re his kids. He’s not just helping. He want’s to raise them alongside you and be there for everything, the good times and bad. He’s there to clean them and feed them, cuddle them and kiss them. He’s there for all their sporting events and school concerts. He’s there for everything with you, you and his babies are his family. It’s never just helping. 

I - Insecure. He’s always worries his babies will stop loving him after they learn from about who he is. You reassure him all the time that it would never happen but he can’t help it. He loves them to death and sometimes it easts at him that they might be ashamed to have him as a father. Of course it never happens. They’re so proud of their daddy, he’s their hero and he’s also the coolest because he has a metal arm. 

J - Jealous. Of that stupid body pillow you use when you’re pregnant. After your son was born, you put it away, deciding against throwing it because what if you needed it again...and you did. But Bucky wasn’t having any of it. If you needed a pillow to cuddle with, you could use him, the pillow was never to be seen again, even it’s remains are a mystery. 

K - Kinky as hell. Ever since you had his babies, he can’t stop the way his brain goes right to your soft body, wanting to wreck and ruin it, making you cry on his cock over and over again. He discovers he loves your pretty boobs when your lactating. Something about seeing you feed your little ones makes him feral. It doesn’t take long for him to start sneaking in a few soft pecks. Harmless. Teasingly licking your nipples, playing it off like he didn’t cum in his pants moments ago just from thinking about you. Pretty soon, he’s across your lap, drinking from you while he plays with his cock in, making a mess all over himself and he’s never been more satisfied. 

L - Lunch box expert. Also diaper bag expert. This is random but he’s the best at packing them. Probably from years of military experiences and his assassin training but he can fit all the snacks, main courses, juice boxes and treats in just a few seconds, zipping it up perfectly without anything bursting at the seams. He’s proud of his talent too and he’s smug about it the entire time while you narrow your eyes at him. You tried. You’re figuring it out. He’s happy to show off again. 

M - MILF; you made him a daddy. It makes his heart so full. It has also made him insatiable over you. You are so sexy to him, the mother of his kids, your beautiful soul gave him his babies. Your perfect body carried his little ones. You’re so gorgeous to him and the fact that you had his babies has him unable to control himself around you. 

N - Naughty. Begging to put another baby in you. His breeding kink it out, full force, he doesn’t even try to hide it. Whenever you’re near him, he manages to drag you away, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear about how full is cock is, how much cum he has to give you. He doesn’t want to waste it, it wants to stuff you with it, put another baby in you. He always finds subtle ways to grind on you or rub his boner on you letting you know exactly how bad he needs it. If he can’t get it, he has his hands around his cock instead, dreaming about your cunt leaking with his seed, stuffing it back in with his fingers. During the few times you caught him playing with himself, he made you lick him clean, spanking you for making him waste his load. Of course he pumps you full mere minutes later. 

O - Overly protective. Which is to be expected. He finally has the family he’s always dreamed of and while it makes him incredibly happy, he can’t help but worry almost constantly. He’s always worried someone might hurt you or his babies because of who he is. Then there’s also the silly little things he’s protective over. Babyproofed everything. Even the baby items that came babyproofed. And when that wasn’t good enough, he had Tony and Bruce look it over, making sure it was ultra safe. Turned out to be a good call; Steve Jr. has his daddy’s super strength early on and escapes his crib the second you turn away. He’s living up to his God father’s name with his recklessness. 

P - Personal pillow. He’s everyone’s pillow. Your babies love you but cuddles with daddy are what put them to sleep immediately. You can’t even be jealous about it because you feel the same way. His chest is the most comforting place to sleep on. Warm. His steady heart beat puts you right to sleep. His babies coo and nuzzle into his arms, grasping his dog tags while they close their eyes and snuggle. Best. Sleep. Ever.  

Q - Quest to be the best daddy and husband ever. He doesn’t care about anything else. His main focus is keeping you and little Steve and Becca happy. He doesn’t forget about having date nights with you; if anything he’s even more romantic now that ever before. He neve forgets to bring you flowers just cause, and massaging you just to see you relax. He makes sure he’s there for everything; teaching the babies how to walk, spoiling them, making sure the whole world knows his world revolves around the three of you. 

R - Running. He’s always running. Especially after baby Steve. He doesn’t get how something so tiny can have so much energy. Granted, he’s enhanced but still. How did this kid take after his uncles ridiculous behavior too. Bucky isn’t exhausted from a lack of sleep. He’s exhausted from catching his son tossing knives. Attempting to jump of just about any high surface. Being unable to find him during hide and seek. Thankfully your daughter takes after you and doesn’t have a constant death wish. 

S - Story telling expert. Obviously. He’s been telling his babies stories from before they were born, he spend every night of your pregnancy whispering against your skin. Nothing ever changes. Doesn’t matter how old they are, they always go to daddy for stories. 

T - Time outs. For a sergeant, he isn’t great at giving time outs. He does but his heart breaks a little when his son and daughter give him puppy eyes. He then snorts because he knows they got it from him. It’s the same look he gives you when he knows he messed up. In all fairness, its a very convincing pout but he’s getting used to bypassing it by not making direct eye contact. 

U - Uncle Bucky. Bucky snorts when he sees Stevie Jr come down his his captain America Halloween costume, a tiny shield in hand while he pulls along his sister, who has on a pair of wings and goggles just like her Uncle Sam. Bucky shakes his head until Steve tells Bucky to look at who his little punk dressed up as; little James coming running to join his friends, wearing a tiny black leather jacket, dark grey and gold left arm and black combat boots. “I look like uncle Bucky” He jumps up and down, grinning when Bucky scoops up his God son in his arms, ruffling his hair. 

V - Voice of an angel. Which you didn’t know about until you heard his soft voice coming from the nursey after he came back from a mission. He always showers, kisses you gently without waking you before making his way over to see his little ones. He rocks them in his arms, singing softly to them to keep them asleep. Sometimes they’re lullabies. Sometimes songs from the 40s. He blushed furiously the first time you walked in on him. He’s so shy, his voice becomes a whisper for a while. But when you ask him to sing to you too, how can he say no to his babydoll. He loves holding you to his chest, rubbing your back and singing softly to you too, easing you right into dreamland. 

W - Writes and documents everything. He never wants to forget. He knows what that’s like and he doesn’t ever want to lose the memories he has with his family. He starts a new diary full of happy memories, birth dates, first steps, first tooth, first words. He writes down whatever he can remember with all the little details. It brings him so much comfort when he’s away on missions. It reminds him that he has something worth fighting for and that love is waiting for him at home. 

X - X ray; Steve’s first broken bone from something ridiculous. It’s not a big deal, a fractured arm but for once Bucky finally understands how stressed you feel when he gets injured, coming home battered and bleeding claiming he was hardly scratched. He can’t help but nearly cry when his son requests the cast to be dark grey, adding his own little gold accents with a marker, running around proudly saying he looks just like dad. Bucky nearly has a stroke when Becca almost yeets herself off the couch so she can have a cool cast that looks like daddy’s arm too. 

Y - Your safe space. You both wanted a family but of course you’re learning together. You have doubts. So does he. He’s always there to reassure you, you’re the best mama to your babies. You’ve always been his safe space and he’s happy he can give you the same. He makes sure his kids know they can always come to him. and they do. First win, first crush, first relationship, first break up, first heart break. All of it. He’s there. 

Z - Zippy; the name of your new pet hamster both kids insisted you get. Bucky is best friends with him now, mostly because he takes care of him the most. You’ve definitely caught Bucky just hanging out with the hamster on more than one occasion. The kids are a little jealous but theres no doubt Bucky and the hamster share the deepest connection. There’s no other reason you should walk in on Bucky reading a book while Zippy sits on your side table with a pile of sunflower seeds to keep him happy. 

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[littleavengerfics]

How about WandaNat x little reader. Reader goes to the dentist and is told that sucking her thumb/her paci has ruined her teeth, so now needs braces / surgery. Next time R drops she has a massive temper tantrum when she can't self sooth. Desperate to sleep before a mission Wanda creates a paci using her magic

Soother (Wanda Nat x little reader)

(sorry this took a while, life got crazy, hopefully you like this, if you don't let me know if you want something changing and I can do that for you)

It was a day all three of you were dreading, the dentist appointment. The caregivers knew it was gonna be a hard day for you all as you hated going to the dentist. "baby, come on get dressed we have to go in an hour." You groaned pulling yourself out of bed, "I don't wanna go." You huffed giving her a pout. "I know, you've been trying to get out of it all week, but it's not happening." Natasha smirked, picking out your clothes, she loved doing it everyday, even if you weren't little. "Nat. I brush my teeth twice a day and floss, there is nothing wrong with my teeth so I don't need a dentist."

"Y/N you're not going to get out of it, if you stop whining and behave at the appointment ill buy you a treat after we are done and you can watch two movies before bed tonight." You couldn't help but smile at her proposal as you knew it was only gonna come up today." fine I'll behave but just know I'm not happy about it."

"I can live with that for an hour. It's either a slightly grumpy you or an angry wanda and right now ill take the first." As she spoke she heard wanda yelling that they were going to be late. As much as you hated going to these appointments wanda hated running late for them even more and with you and natasha it was like that most of the time. Though thanks to their driving you still always arrived early, much to your dismay.

***

"baby don't worry, I'm sure everything is going to be fine." wanda reassured, squeezing your hand. You weren't so sure. When the doctor came in your heart started racing, holding Wanda's hand was helping but not enough. You needed something else and before you knew it your hand made it's way up to your mouth. The doctor chuckled a bit which made you frown. "there's our problem." both wanda and Nat looked at you and it was only then you realised there was a whole other conversation going on between the three of them you didn't understand. You still didn't pay any attention until natasha pulled your thumb out of your mouth.

"Really? It caused all that damage?" natasha said in a worried tone, the look on her face made you want to cry. If Nat was upset clearly something was wrong.

"It's not the end of the world, we can give them some invisible braces to fix the issue. The thumb sucking, however, does need to stop." It was a sentence that made you completely freeze. You didn't like that doctor anymore, at first she seemed nice but now you weren't so sure. By the look on your caregivers face you could tell that was going to be a rule and you weren't happy about it.

"That's going to be tough. They never stop." I barely listen as he starts giving them suggestions of how to deal with my bad habit. "there are some alternatives, there is chew safe jewelry and even adult pacifiers that can help with thumb sucking and other habits. If you use them responsibly and stop when there is pain or discomfort it won't cause as much change."

"I will look into those, thank you." Wanda smiled, hoping this would be a solution to their problems. After they left the dentist y/n dropped again after getting all of their work and it soon became a constant battle to keep y/ns thumb out of their mouth. Each time they were stopped they seemed to get more and more upset, by the night Wanda and natasha were mentally exhausted from the tantrums, it got even worse when natasha got a phone call. "babe, we have to leave for a mission tomorrow. We leave early in the morning."

"There goes our plan to just let them cry it out till they fall asleep while we wait for the delivery, Im already slow in the morning, I need to sleep tonight." Natasha nodded, she of all people knew about Wandas hatred of the morning, she knew it would be a rough day if they didn't get to sleep soon. "can't you use your magic to make them sleep."

"No, I promised myself I would never use my powers on them like that." the two were interrupted by y/n dumping all their toys on the floor and crying. Wandas mind was quickly changed, but she decided to try a less forceful approach first, she conjured a pacifier similar to the one she had seen on the Internet.

She couldn't believe it when y/n took to it, their wails turned into light sniffles within a few minutes and they stopped acting out. Wanda picked them up, "there see, everything's okay. You're okay, you like the paci?" y/n nodded settling against Wanda who put them to bed, "goodnight baby sleep tight." Natasha and Wanda breathed a sigh of relief as the little went to sleep peacefully, Wanda cleaned up the mess with her magic and the two turned themselves in for the night as well.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

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about the admin [@doomsdayradio]

- collectively go by poker, chorus, and fate

- genderqueer aroacespec mspec lesbian, they/he

- complex did system

- cluster a, b, + c

- audhd, dyscalculia, madd

- white and ethnically jewish

- we also run @polyfragcultureis and @hpdcultureis

frequent fronters

- 🧋 | they/it/mint/nova | primary host, hpd + npd symptoms holder

- 📻 | he/him | secondary host, persecutor, bpd symptoms holder

- 🌃 | he/it | co-host, soother

- 🎶 | coffin/thou/they/she | co-host, homicidal thoughts holder

[cozzzynook]

if you can, can you add on more to the previous post of bee being dysfunctional? I love your head canons for bee! <33

So Bee uses cybertronian sign because he’s mute and has what humans call arthritis which means he’s more vulnerable to ailments than the others and that means he has to be careful around his teammates and even Soundwave and Shockwave.

The two bots do a lot of research to make sure they can help Bee and keep him safe and so they make sure the Nemisis is as ailment free as possible. They ask if Bee is feeling well or if he has any pain.

They learn later on as they grow closer that Bee is usually in some kind of pain more often than not and on days he’s pain free he feels nervous. This is confusing to the two because why wouldn’t he be joyous of having no pain? Its then Bee explains that his norm is having some form of pain from the moment he onlines from recharge to the moment he enters recharge.

The days his pain neurons are flaring badly he hates but having no pain at all is something he doesn’t like because it gets his hopes up. He wishes for it to always be like this but he knows it won’t be. It just leaves his processor firing his circuits with nervous energy charges because he’s just waiting for the pain to hit hard and start all over again.

Both mechs do what they can to help him but it frustrates them to know they cannot fix the problem.

Shockwave takes to trying to make a cure for Bumblebee in secret or even a better pain soother that lasts longer with no side effects while Soundwave takes to physically soothing Bee by rubbing his servos around the area in pain.

It’s something that makes Bee blue in the face and feel like he needs to return the efforts. Shockwave and Soundwave tell him he doesn’t need to do anything in return but Bee still does.

He’ll tell Lazerbeak stories using sign and he’ll sign old cybertronian songs with Soundwave, they both miss them dearly and enjoy reminiscing over them.

For Shockwave Bee pats his helm and rubs his antenna softly, Shockwave denies purring with his engine and when he does Soundwave plays the recording with a smiley face making the scientist annoyed.

They both enjoy when Bee laughs silently at their pettiness towards each other.

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Hope this is close enough 🥰 / 🇨🇩🇵🇸🇸🇩

[remusslove]

Glasses~ mattheo riddle

Includes age regression, cg!Mattheo, little!reader, bullying, and mentions of violence.

You were walking down the abandoned hallways humming to the music from your Walkman. When Mattheo found out you were a little he established some rules. One of those rules being when you get out of classes go straight to his dorm just incase you slip.

Little did you know, one of Mattheo’s many exes was waiting for you. His exes never bothered you, even when you got dirty looks from them being jealous your still with him. He always reassured you and you believed him. They were jealous because you’ve been with him for a year and a half, while the longest they had with him is a week or less.

They hated the way he treated you, how he talked to you, how he looked at you, etc. He never treated them like that so they didn’t get why you were so special. They didn’t do anything extreme other than dirty looks and stares, except daphne.

You were close to slipping but decided to try not to slip in till you were in his dorm. “Hey y/n!” Daphne said with a fake smile walking out of the corner she was in. “Oh hi daphne!” You said smiling. “Where you heading to hm?” Daphne asked with a smirk. Still oblivious to the girls antics and plan you just casually replied saying “going to mattheos dorm you?”.

His name coming out of his mouth only made her angrier. She pinned you to the locker causing you to whimper at the sudden movement. “Look i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but stay away from mattheo.” She threatened. With that she pushed you back into the locker and snatched your glasses.

“Gimme those!” You said with tears in your eyes. “No.” She dropped your glasses to the floor before stomping on them with all her strength. Your glasses were completely destroyed. You couldn’t help but start crying slipping more and more by the second. Before you made a movement she snatched them off the floor and took them before strutting off.

You got your bag and quickly began walking to mattheos dorm. Luckily the seventh years had private dorms so when you walked into the room all you saw was Mattheo working on his potions homework. He noticed your presence and quickly tried the finish his last sentence still not looking at you.

“Hi darling where you been? I was getting a little worried” Mattheo asked softly. He turned around after he heard no response and began waking towards you noticing your appearance. “Oh my poor baby what happened?” He asked now worried. “Bully bwoke my gwasses” was all you could sputter out between sobs. He quickly wrapped his arms around you as you put your head on his shoulder. “Oh I’m so sorry love” he said now feeling anger coursing through his veins.

“Tired dada” you whined against his chest. “Alright love it’s time for a nap anyways” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. He softly picked you up effortlessly and sat you on the bed. He took off your clothes peppering kisses doing so. When you were finally ready for bed you cuddled into his chest. “You want your pacifier princess?” He asked. You just nodded to tired to say anything.

He took the pacifier out of his night stand drawer and placed it gently between you lips. You quickly began to suck on the soother but soon whined wanting milk. Mattheo knew what the whine meant and quickly apparated a bottle. You began drinking it pretty fast as it was your favorite flavor,(f/f). “Slow down bunny” mattheo said taking control of the bottle.

You slowed down always wanting to be a good girl. “Such a good girl for me” mattheo praised with a smile causing you to giggle. “Can you tell me who took your glasses baby?” He asked knowing your much more honest in little space. “Daph” was all you said but mattheo knew exactly who you were talking about. He sighed before reaching for a book to read to you.

Once he was done reading you were fast sleep quietly snoring. He turned off the lamp on the bed stand and fell asleep himself. He couldn’t wait to kick Daphne’s ass in the morning.

I made this story as a reminder that I do Harry Potter characters and little!reader x cg!characters as well<3 :)

-🦋

[alterpacks]

Hello mod Dadza. I am 99.99% sure you'll know who I am despite the anon. Coughs. be so niceys fathercrow. </3

Could I get an alter pack for an alter (or alters the more the merrier actually-) to handle severe stress and homelessness? I'd prefer them to be sourced from Hermitcraft, Life Series, or Empires SMP! I need a soother or someone to just. do the thing. (The thing being leaving a severely abusive situation. Conditioning is one helll of a drug.) I know this is a bit heavy, and for that I am sorry. My brain/system is currently shut down and I need ideas, ykno? . . . Erm. Thank you in advance.

Hello dear, I’m here to help. I’m so sorry. I’ll cook up a few for you! I only know a very few characters from Empires so I will try my best

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Gen, Gemini, G

⤹ Pronouns: she/fawn/pink

⤹ Age: transage oty 8 y/o (chrono 22)

⤹ System Role: traumaholder

⤹ TransIDs: transage, transaesthetic, transspecies, transwoman, transtraumatized, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Gem is bubbly and happy, she loves the outdoors and animals! Her favorite animal is the deer, which she is part deer. She is shy and soft spoken, but loves loves loves playing dress up!

⤹ Aesthetic: cottagecore, lolitacore

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🐾 + aam

⤹ Interests: the outdoors, making flower crowns, architecture, cherry blossom trees

This Gem is a mix of hermitcraft 9 and Secret Life!

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Grian, Gri, Avian

⤹ Pronouns: He/It/Eye

⤹ Age: transimmortal, ageless

⤹ System Role: aggressor, chronic pain holder

⤹ TransIDs: transwatcher, transchronicpain, transmasc, transconsag, transweedsmoker

⤹ Personality: Grian keeps to himself most of the time, but when it comes to his family he likes to hang out with them most. He gets attached to others easily so to him it’s easiest just to sit back, smoke a little weed, and shut people out

⤹ Aesthetic: dark academia

⤹ Paras if applicable: 🗺️ + in€e$t + 🐾

⤹ Interests: birds, architecture, music, the moon

This Grian is non source specific, with memories from everything ranging from EVO -> YHS -> Hermitcraft -> the life series

(Optional) Grian is in a consag relationship with Jimmy

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Jimmy, Tim, Solidarity, Timmy, Jim

⤹ Pronouns: he/him

⤹ Age: 15 (transage oty chrono 27)

⤹ System Role: pessimist, shock absorber

⤹ TransIDs: transautistic, transharmed

⤹ Personality: Jimmy is loud and doesn’t really understand the concept of indoor voices, or manners. He struggles to communicate freely sometimes, and often needs Grian to help him. He is very excitable and tends to get into trouble easily

⤹ Aesthetic: chaotic acidemia, goblincore

⤹ Paras if applicable: aam + in€e$t

⤹ Interests: coal mines, shiny things, gold in general, the science of birds

Jimmy is a canary, and is related to Grian (either as a brother or a cousin, up to you) and his source is the life series.

(Optional) Jimmy is in a consag relationship with Grian.

✎ Creation begin!

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⤹ Name(s): Xornoth, Xorny, Xor

⤹ Pronouns: it/its

⤹ Age: ♾️

⤹ System Role: antagonizer, anger holder, persecutor

⤹ TransIDs: transharmful, transprogrammer, transantagonizer, transcultist, transNPD

⤹ Personality: Xornoth is rude and a shut out. It hates when people try and talk to it or reason with it. It finds comfort in being alone with animals, and it enjoys being a harmful person. It believes the world should revolve around it, and no one else.

⤹ Aesthetic: demoncore

⤹ Interests: witchcraft, hell (as in the rings, the beings, etc), and it particularly likes books

Xornoth is a demon, and is siblings with Scott. Its source is empires SMP

[ivanzplaid]

Can you write some head canons for the grabber, thomas hewitt, mark hoffman and lawrence gordon with a gn!reader who is sick?

of course!! this is adorable & i love the choice of people you chose, makes me so happy🫶🫶 lawrence gordon obsession is fueled, love that man so much

may be surprising but i havent seen ttcsm because i cant keep my attention watching it, so thomas isnt in this one, but there is a bonus slsher at the end to make up for jt💔💔

Slashers x Sick Gn Reader!

requests r open! masterlist is up :)

Warnings: Pushing Boundaries ( Grabber ), Most Loving Slasher Bfs🧎‍♂️

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The Grabber

have mercy on you bro omfg

he is overbearing, spending most, if not all of his free time putting his care towards you

he cannot cook to save his life, so expect a lot of store bought soups/foods that you can keep down

he is touchy even when youre sick, maybe taking advantage of it to push your boundaries, using your sickness as an excuse

hes a weirdo, of course hed do that, but in his defense, you need him to support you

he will comfort you, read to you, have a nice conversation, this is his heaven

he thinks you should got sick more often if this is how it is

given on how long youve been there, he will take you upstairs ( max is not housed in al's home )

he will pull blankets over you, sit you infront of the tv and put on a scary movie while he makes popcorn

does not care if you like them or not, he wants to see you scared so youll curl up into him

rubs/holds your hair alot, a soother for him

overall 5.5/10 for this, maybe 6/10

"Why are you holding me so tightly? Aren't you afraid you'll get sick?"

"As long as I'm sick with you, dove."

//

Lawrence Gordon

hes a literal doctor

you are in the greatest of hands of everybody here

he knows what hes doing, but since its you he is going to be a little extra cautious

he will welcome physical affection more, more than he already does, holding you gently, putting your head on his shoulder while you doze off

he is a great cook, he wants you to ask him to make you something because he loves to treat you with a nice homecooked meal

might take a day or two off if work to spend time with you

he will scold you for doing things he finds unhealthy, 'too much screen time, not sleeping enough, etc.'

but he means it with love, he just cares about you

will happily have you tucked in to you guys's bed and see you fall asleep there

if hes out with jigsaw work, he will leave medication out with notes on them, specifying how much and how often to take it

buys you a weighted blanket because he feels bad

will ramble if you dont feel like talking, but is also happy to sit in comfortable silence with you

overall 11/10, not only is he respectful, hes loving and cares about you and your boundaries

"Lawrence, could you make me some soup?"

"Of course I could Darling, sit and relax."

//

Mark Hoffman

he is just,, he does his best, what he knows

he doesnt know a lot but thats fine because his care and empathy makes up for it

he does have a decent idea of what he should do to care, but its average, not as intense as Lawrence

he will get you blankets and generic store bought soup, maybe something he remembered his mom gave him in his childhood, saltines/ginger ale

he will be up and close to you, but expect him to also take note that you are sick, so he will mind his space/touch around you

is not afraid of being sick, just hates to be it once he is, very annoyed

he will offer you a jacket of his, just because he knows it will help you to be comforted, mainly while hes out with work

is a talker. talks to fill the silence, doesnt even realize hes doing it

likes to be in the same room as you, maybe at a distance maybe not

will get you a heating pad if you want

talks about his day & like lawrence, is more than happy to listen to you

if he doesnt wake up from nightmares, id assume he sleeps like a rock, takes a loud noise or touch to get him up, so sleeping together with you in his arms is still good

overall 8.5/10, hes pretty good💪💪

"I was out when I saw this, thought you'd like it."

"It's nothing short of perfect!"

//

Billy & Stu

god damn, youre in concerning hands

they do care, but their ways of showing it are not helpful

i can imagine stu being the one to handle medicine, hes more careful, billy would throw the bottle at you and tell you to figure it out, or sit down infront of you while mumbling the bottles instructions annoyed

they work together when you ask for food, dont expect it to be good, theyre still in highschool

billy laughs if youre repulsed when you taste it, stu's ego takes a blow on the other hand

they do not care if they get sick, in fact they probably want to so they get time off of school to be with you

if one is out doing ghostface work, the other stays at your place, making due time there

clowns. both of them. they are your entertainment, watching them tired you out & it will have you falling asleep on their shoulder

they will do their homework at your house, claiming 'group homework' makes them smarter

they just want excuses to spend time with you

talking endlessly, no quiet moments unless you scold them, they will never shut up, they bounce conversations off of each-other & get in arguments even faster

overall 7/10, they are a pair & take too much pride in how 'well' they took care of you

"Please, please shut up for a minute, I have a headache."

"What's the matter babe, you don't love our nursing care?"

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i love hcs sm. literally till the end of the earth. but i hope this is good :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!

[the-transid-gacha]

Hii we're back for another alter pack cause the want for more alters is winning and the priests were so cool!! X3 Looking for another alter pack that works off a theme! Theme : Someone who gives off the vibes of Pathetic just absolutely Pathetic poor meow meow man /lh Notes! - Preferably masc-aligned - Asking for alot of ID hoarding when it comes to all IDs again! - No transharmful/transhateful IDs with the expectations being transcannibal, transyandere, and transtalker! Heavily encouraging Transharmed identities though! - No paras involving age due to the body have POCD please! - I'd like some personality traits, likes, dislikes, paras, and emoji signoff suggestions please!

Names: Simon, Aiden, or Ash

Genders: Xenoboy, Muzzlegender, cuteabomination, doggyrainic, huskysylvanic, digipup, patheticboy, clowndoggender, wolfdogpupian, &

Orientations: "Gay" (technically straight but was manipulated into thinking he's gay) & Hypersexual

TransIDs: PermaCollar, TransCuspid, TransStalked, TransKidnapped, TransManipulated, TransVictim, TransDogBoy, TransGroomed, TransAlaskanMalamute, TransBlueHair, TransWolfDog, & TransKnitter

CisIDs: Pathetic, Addict, Muzzle wearer, blog runner (blogs about his experience and how much he loves his owner), stockholm syndrome, Gray eyes, Comfy clothing, Russian, kandi maker, & anxiety

Pronouns: He/Him, It/It's, Pup/Pup's, Dog/Dog's, Whimper/Whimper's, Muzzle/Muzzle's, Wolf/Wolf's, Bark/Bark's, Growl/Growl's, & Whine/Whine's

Species: Human, TransAlaskanMalamute, & TransWolfDog

Age: 19

Source: N/A

Roles: Traumaholder & Soother

Personality traits: He's a taken man loves his owner till death, a walking embodiment of pathetic no spine in sight he probably buried it along with his dignity can and will do anything for his owner loves calling him master loves rough treatment getting bruised and being teased till tears if you even think this man has control in the relationship you are so wrong he has 0 control and he loves it hates when his owner is gone and wishes he can be by his side 24/7

Likes: His owner, knitting, making kandi, blogging, his collar, sex, praise, degradation, punishment, getting bruised, his muzzle, and anything his owner says he should like

Dislikes: people that aren't his owner, people saying he doesn't actually like his owner, people trying to reality check him, fire, bitter things, and hates and I mean HATES thunderstorms

Paras: fictophilia, masochist, dacryphilia, somnophilia, & vigiliaphilia

Emoji Signoffs: 🐶🕸️ or 🗑️🔈

Face claim:

We hope you like him as much as your last one!!!!!!

-Nina!!!!!

[comfort-questing]

2. delirium

fevers were always higher at night. that was what he told himself, anyway, to comfort himself; surely this was the worst of it, and the morning would bring better. he didn't know what he'd do otherwise.

"who's there." the words were almost a sob, her cracked lips parting with each gasp, the sweat-soaked tousle of her fair hair strewn across the pillow. the bright fever blush on her cheeks picked out and revealed old scars, thinly shining on her skin. "I know - I know you're there somewhere, I - come out, cowards."

"there's nobody here but me, dear."

the thousandth time, it seemed, he'd reminded her of that. how they were in safety now, after the last hectic horrible days of battle and flight, and though the foes that seemed to haunt her dreams now had left their marks on her body, the castle walls and high gates would make sure they were nothing but memories for a while.

he leaned forward, elbows on knees, unused to the lightness of his shoulders without armor. unused, too, to the sight of her so helpless, her two long bright daggers lying sheathed now in the mess of their gear by the wall, the bloodied wreck of her own chain-mail and leather armor put aside.

her eyelids were open now, but her sight slipped from place to place in the strange room, uncomprehending. she tried to sit up, with a gasp of pain at the effort, reaching down with the familiar motion of seeking her weapons.

"by the door - there - I saw them. look, look, Llan, you'll see - "

he gritted his teeth, the ache of worry in his chest tightening, and got slowly to his feet, muscles stiff from long vigil. the candle flared as he raised it from the table, sweeping its glow throughout the room, showing rain-streaked window and half-open door to the corridor, low table and dirty armor and packs, dusty wooden carving along the ceiling beams.

"see?" his voice came small, past the lump in his throat. "I checked. we're safe. close - close your eyes, if you need to; I'm right here."

she shuddered again, fresh blood blooming on the bandages wrapping her shoulder, jostled free by her attempt to move. "but - they'll - "

"you trust me, don't you? please... just rest. you need to rest."

he hated to hold her still, but he did so nonetheless to try to soother her, gently pinning her good shoulder to the bed and wiping the dampened cloth across her flushed face and dry lips. she did not fight him, but looked up with eyes that seemed to stare right through him into the darkness beyond, and reached up with one hand to lace her fingers through his and grip tightly.

"Llan. you'll - keep me safe, won't you."

"yes. yes, I will."

that was a lie and a horrid lie; he hadn't, clearly enough, and that was why they were here, in a castle full of strangers, the wound-fever burning inexorably through her veins. but she smiled, anyway, and turned her face into the pillow.

"yes - you will."

[mellowsadistic]

Pride

Nancy walked over to her shelf, trying to ignore the noisy crinkling coming from between her legs, and placed her newest trophy alongside the others. It was a prestigious award for exceptional journalism – an impressive achievement, especially for a woman still in her twenties. The highlight of her career. She ought to feel thrilled, she knew. In fact, she would have been only a month ago. But over the last few weeks, her life had become nothing but an endless series of humiliations, ever since she’d received that damned letter. Even now, remembering its words sent a shiver down her spine.

I know you lied in your last article, Nancy. I have proof. Unless you want your reputation destroyed, you’re going to be a good girl for me.

For a week she’d been left wondering what the blackmailer wanted from her. Money? Nancy wasn’t absurdly rich, but she had enough to pay for a high-rise apartment and a fairly luxurious lifestyle. Or would he want lewd pictures? Nancy was an attractive young woman after all, even if she did normally keep her impressive figure hidden beneath a smart, dignified suit. But no. The blackmailer had wanted something else. Something much, much worse.

Nancy turned to look at herself in the mirror, and felt the now-familiar heat rushing to her face. Your articles are always dripping with scorn. It’s clear to me that you think you’re so much better than everyone else. You need a lesson in humility, Nancy. And I know just the thing to help you learn.

Nancy trembled with shame and anger as she took in her appearance. On her head, she wore a white baby bonnet. The blackmailer’s rules stated that she had to wear it whenever she was alone. It was bad enough putting the ridiculous thing on when she was in her own home, but it was even worse having to wear it in her private office, trying to do her work as a serious journalist when the edges of her vision were framed with frilly lace, and she was constantly worried someone would walk in and see her. But there was no avoiding it, not when she had to set up cameras to monitor herself wherever she went. So I know you’re being a good girl.

A large pink pacifier sat between her lips. She had to have that in her mouth whenever she was alone as well. Sometimes her blackmailer gave her instructions, telling her to suckle and slurp on her soother for an hour or so, making sure to dribble all over herself. Then he would refuse to let her clean herself up, insisting instead that she go out, even in public, with her chin still slick with drool. Nancy hated him. She hated all of this! At work, her dummy was clipped to the front of her suit – but at home, that was impossible. When she was in her apartment, Nancy wore absolutely nothing else on her top half, unless you counted the bibs she had to tie around her chin at mealtimes. Her sizeable breasts were left completely bare, free to wobble and jiggle about on her chest as she went about her business, cringing at the thought of some pervert leering at her tits from behind the many cameras she’d been forced to set up around the flat.

But worse than the bonnet and the pacifier, worse than walking around bare-titted, was what Nancy had to wear around her waist. The award-winning journalist seethed with fury as her eyes travelled down her tummy and over the massive disposable diaper sagging heavily from her hips. It was clearly full to the brim with pee-pee. She shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, as if trying to get away from the disgusting, infantile thing. But her wet nappy just squelched unpleasantly between her thighs, swinging like a pendulum. She’d been wearing it all day, praying none of her coworkers noticed the pissy smell that surrounded her, and she desperately needed a change. But there was something Nancy had to do before she was allowed one. Not content to force her into ludicrous adult diapers and make her piss her pants like a two-year-old, her blackmailer had some additional rules – like how she wasn’t allowed a change until her nappy was totally full. And for him, that meant poopy.

Nancy shot a look of utter hatred at the nearest camera, even knowing that with the bonnet framing her face and the pacifier between her lips, it would surely only make her look even more laughable. She wished desperately that she could get her revenge. She was a top-class reporter! She was rich and successful and beautiful, and she was too good for bibs and bonnets and stupid, stinky diapers! But who was he?! Someone she knew? Someone she’d offended in one of her scathing articles? Even with all the letters, and the cameras that had to be broadcasting to somewhere, all Nancy had found where dead ends. That had been another blow to her ego. Investigating was what she was best at, and she hadn’t managed to find anything out about her blackmailer at all! Worse, he’d found out what she’d been up to. Stop digging, she remembered. Or you’ll get an even worse punishment next time. She’d been instructed to spank herself until her poor little bottom was bright red that day, then stand in the corner for the whole afternoon. She hadn’t been able to sit down for a week after that.

Nancy’s bottom lip trembled behind her dummy, and her face turned an even darker shade of red as she got into position right in front of the mirror. I want you to see exactly what you are, Nancy. With one last look of loathing at the camera, the ace reporter scrunched up her face, grunted loudly to herself, and, on what should have been the proudest day of her life, she squatted down and started filling her nappy with a big, yucky mess.

“Uh-oh!” she squealed, just like she’d been ordered to do. Her face burned with humiliation. “The big, tough wepowter’s making a stinky! I guess I’m not so gweat after all!”

[armaniinthehayloft]

yebba’s heartbreak.

implied smut, jack being a sweetheart, friends to lovers, childhood friends, i dont feel like writing smut its 1am sorryyyy

jack hated not being able to express his feelings for you. because every time he’d attempt you would always so conveniently get into a relationship, and there he would be once again, playing the supportive best friend role. he’d have to bear it each time you’d bring them to tag along whenever the two of you did something. he’d have to bear it each time you called him at late nights, complaining about how horrible the sex was and about how you hadn’t came once. he was exhausted of it. it seemed no matter how much he bent over backwards for your love and attention you never seemed to realize what was right under your nose.

but now was one of the rare times you weren’t in a relationship, and even rarer; you were the one who had gotten broken up with. this had only happened once before, when the two of you were younger you had harmless, schoolyard crushes on one another but at the time, nothing was more serious. you vowed never to separate and were rarely ever seen apart, that was until you caught him pushing another girl on the swings which resulted in a huge argument between the two little you’s.

when you called in tears, sniffling on the other end of the phone, jack was ticked off to say the least. you were far out of the guys league and he radiated small dick energy every time he’d come around. jack had been waiting for this day— in fact, he prayed for it. but what he hadn’t taken into much consideration was how hurt you might’ve felt. which was odd because it was uncommon of him to think of anyone else but you or your feelings. but you weren’t in need of a lecture on how you needed to make better choices when it came to partners, you were in need of a hug, and an unnecessary amount of junk food.

so he arrived at your front door, two walmart bags full of candy and chips in hand. in your eyes, you looked awful. red, puffy eyes. unkempt hair and an oversized t-shirt and underwear rather than actual pajamas. but in jacks eyes, you were beautiful. and he’d never thought anything otherwise in his life from the moment he’d laid eyes on you.

“well can i come in, mama?” he asked, his arms being to tire from carrying the heavy bags. you thought nothing of the pet name usually, but you now felt a certain feeling form in your stomach. “yeah, sorry.” you finally answered, your voice sounding congested from all the crying you’d been doing.

he entered, setting the bags down onto the floor as he sat on the couch, gesturing for you to join him. “c’mon.” he cooed, as you took a seat in between his straddled legs, his muscular arms wrapping around your body. suddenly, you began to cry uncontrollably.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl, tell me what you need, mm?” he hummed, his voice an instant soother as your breathing hitched, barely able to talk through the tears. you knew jack would never take advantage of you, but right now you needed it desperately. and you were willing to grant him full permission. “need you, jack.” you managed, turning to face him completely, your legs wrapping around his torso.

he paused, unsure of what you meant, and hesitant to respond. he began to speak, but you just nodded— the look in your eyes confirming everything he needed to know. “need you bad.” you whimpered. he nodded softly in response, begin to pepper kisses along your neck. “are you sure?”

“i’ve never been more sure of anything, jack.”

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

The God!Reader Cinematic Universe

"The joys of plenty must end in bitterness," "And sweet memories must fade like a cloud." 

In the beginning, the banquet belonged to the mistress of flowers and moonlit nights, authority was in the hands of the desert king, life was the domain of the keeper of plants and death was the court of the lord of festivals.

Those days of dancing in Ay-Khanoum with your friends were far-off memories in the scattered dreams you’ve experienced in the centuries past. In the waking world, however, your friends were long gone.

Known by mortals as Amur, the God of Festivals and Soother of the Dead, you were more than content to spend your slow days assisting the present God of Wisdom and the people of Sumeru.

Those days of dancing in Ay-Khanoum with your friends were long gone and the amount of those who followed you declined in droves each year, but where there is death there would always be life and that fact would always outlast you. Therefore, you had no reason to fear the day erosion would take its inevitable claim.

For in the end, the forest will remember.

Misc.

A Comprehensive Lore Guide

Amur Etymology

What if God!Reader was Electro

God!Reader Aesthetic

Relationship with Rukkahdevata

Outdated/Inapplicable Pre-3.x Tidbits

God!Reader in Modern day Sumeru

Modern day God!Reader

Fics & Headcanons

Zhongli

Main Storyline of Sorts

A Sight Second to None

Misc.

When the Rain fell on Both of Us, Thousands of Plants Grew on our Coats (pre!3.0)

Reincarnation (pre!3.0)

Defending your honor (pre!3.0)

How Zhongli and God!Reader Met

God!Reader’s Lore in Liyue (pre!3.0)

Venti

Misc. drabble

No one belives Venti is married

Osial

Osial hates he has affection for is in love with you

Yun Jin

how gently do the clouds and flowers sway (pre!3.0)

*gif by koutawoo ** you can bet your ass i shoe-horned a kh reference in my synopsis *** while the overarching lore of god!reader stretches into all routes of sorts, everyone shipped with god!reader has their own storyline of sorts

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

FDC LOSERS GET NO BITCHES💞💞💞

something i want to say first and foremost: there will be asks of questionable morality and asks that show the "uglier" side of NPD, it is a trauma disorder and more often than not it does not have pretty symptoms.

if you are an egotypical here to learn about NPD, you need to know no one here is going to be a "model minority" or whatever you're thinking. if you've come here to learn, you need to be open and aware many of us do not have "pretty" symptoms and this is a space we will not hide that in.

i am open to this being a space where egotypicals can read about our symptoms and experiences but ultimately, this space is not for you. this is a space for people with NPD and we will not filter ourselves just because it makes you uncomfortable.

heyo! like mentioned in the description this is a safe place and culture blog for people with narcissistic personality disorder to share their experiences :)

about the admin:

our names are poker, chorus, or fate

our collective pronouns are they/he and we collectively identify as a genderqueer aroace mspec lesbian

we're a polyfragmented system

we are clusters a, b, and c. we have NPD, HPD, BPD, AvPD, PPD, and are now heavily questioning StPD.

we're autistic and have ADHD

we're bodily white and ethnically jewish

frequent fronters:

🧋 - they/it/mint/nova+ - primary host, npd + hpd symptoms holder

📻 - he/him - secondary host, persecutor, bpd symptoms holder

🌃 - he/it - co-host, soother

🎶 - coffin/thou/they/she+ - co-host, homicidal thoughts holder

🥤 - he/him - sidesystem host

fun fact, there's a polish version of this blog! @bycie-narcyzem-to

we also run @hpdcultureis and @polyfragcultureis

tags:

media - npd character headcanons (and sometimes even characters who canonically have npd)

song reccs - songs with npd vibes

ableist creators - creators who use ableist language/demonize pwnpd/ect (i've said it once and i will say it again, this tag is not inherently meant to 'cancel' anyone in it or say they are malicious. i understand a lot of people are just ignorant and misinformed but i still believe pwnpd deserve to be warned ahead of time if a creator uses ableist language.)

point and laugh at the ableist - a tag for any hate i get that i decide to respond to for whatever reason, if you'd like to avoid it then block this tag

semi on topic to this section, refer to this post if you want to claim something as a sign off :)

dni:

basic dni (queerphobes, racists, terfs/radfems, ect. you get the idea)

exclustionists (we consider ourselves critically inclusive)

support transrace and transabled (people with biid are obviously fine), we have complex feelings on transage but generally have little problem with it as long as they use a different term such as altage or chronosian

people who believe in "narc abuse" or use narcissist in a derogatory sense/use it as a synonym for abuser

people who demonize npd or any cluster b disorders in general

anti-self-dx, we support self-dx here and people dont owe you an explanation on why they dont want to/cant get a professional diagnosis

radqueer, radpara, pro/neu/complex contact on harmful paras, hardcore proshippers or antis (just keep shipcourse away in general)

our syscourse stance if that's important to you i guess, i also want to add if you're against the HC-DID label or try to silence RAMCOA survivors, fuck right off ❤

other things to keep in mind:

if youre here to tell me about your relative/ex partner who had npd please dont <3. even if you put "but i dont think all people with npd are evil" after it, i genuinely dont want to hear about it.

similarly please dont come here to tell me how you "support people with npd as long as theyre not abusive," i agree with the sentitment and phrase but the fact that your immiedate thought after i bring up npd is abusers is part of the problem.

please start your asks with some form of "npd culture is." this can also include things like "npd + bpd culture is" and "npd artist culture is," as long as it includes npd in some way.

if youre here to send hate youre just feeding my ego lol you lose by default <3. (as a little side note though, any hate i get sent that i decide to post and make fun of will be put under the tag "point and laugh at the ableist" so if you'd like to avoid those, feel free to block the tag.)

i reserve the right to not post any asks/submissions for any reason.

please dont ask me for advice, i feel uncomfortable giving it on the topic of npd. i'm also not always 100% comfortable answering questions about it as i'm not a professional and it's not exactly where my confidence in my knowledge of psychology lies. i'm just someone with npd, i don't know everything and i don't want to be the cause of misinfo spreading. i'll try my best to answer questions i feel more confident on, but i won't answer everything.

we don't do this so much anymore but if an ask/post is tagged with an emoji, pay it no mind, its just how we keep track of which headmate posted what.

our system blog and the blog we post on most is @doomsdayradio. our main we follow/like/reply from is @demi-and-awkward.

tags:

@clusterbsafespace @cluster-b-culture-is @histrionic-culture-is @npdbubblygum @npdsafe @narconfessions @narc-rants-and-vents @narcpup

[garfieldbussys]

clo this isnt funny anymore.

arthur is deteriorating in front of my eyes and i dont like it what is happening right now i dont know if i can handle this its so sad

what does campbell have against this poor policeman hes always having a go at him its unreal

ALSO wait hang on whats poll doing also tommys found her kids OH NO HER DAUGHTERS DEAD POLL IM SO SORRY ☹️

ANYWAYS i cannot WAIT to finish this cause that means i can go on a rampage of reading fics SO excited

poll ily but put the gun down babe ik youre hurting but babes anyways they’re opening the garrison again since it was blown up last ep ALSO finn is SO grown up its crazy

finns talking to arthur i have a feeling this isnt gonna go well NO NO NO FINN NOT DRUGS PLEASE FINN DO NOT I SWEAR YOURE KIDDING ARTHUR NO

oh no hes fucking high off his tits isnt he 😐 ffs

why do i have a feeling another bomb is gonna go off idk i just feel like smth really bad is about to happen- hes got graces letter out hes burning it good to know i wont be seeing her again then

ADA BABY YOU MADE IT 🫶🫶

i think shes come to speak to poll shes so drunk i LOVE drunk poll shes so funny shes dancing with some guy

could you imagine if this guy ended up being her son that would be HORRIFIC cause it looks like they just had like 4 rounds tbh

why are blackcurrent soothers so good like???

HAHA POLLS DOING THE WALK OFF SHAME

ITS HER SON

hang on is that- IS THAT ERIC BIRLING FROM AN INSPECTOR CALLS OR AM I BUGGING

anyways thats it for ep 2 onto ep 3

i love ada so much and i love in fics where she’s like the best big sister ever i just can’t

and you finally watching arthur like crumble in front of your eyes is so upsetting i actually hate season 2 for him it’s so upsetting

no because finn is like 14 why is 6foot ?!?! what have the shelbys been feeding him??

LMAO THE UNIVERSAL experience of watching eric birling appear on your screen as the iconic polly gray’s son 😭😭