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witheringwidgetwrites · 10 months

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Obey Me Bros React to an MC with Narcolepsy!

This is almost purely self indulgent. Also based off of my personal symptoms! Also small rant but I absolutely do not think Belphie has narcolepsy. I feel like a lot of folks don't have much knowledge on it and make assumptions just bc he sleeps so much. Also did not include cataplexy in this! I felt it would make it much too long lol.

TW: falling asleep while driving is mentioned, alcohol use is vaguely mentioned

LUCIFER

Admittedly, he doesn't know much about it before you join the program. Has a slight assumption that you'll just sleep a lot like Belphegor. Learns very quickly that that is not entirely the case.

His first introduction to your narcolepsy is when he hears about you falling asleep during class, and he's a little irked. You have to explain it to him, and you simply can't help it.

He gets to see it up close and personal when you fall asleep at the dinner table, hand barely holding up your head, plate untouched and eyes fluttering closed. He watches you intently, unsure of how he should proceed. He lets you rest, hushing his brothers and waking you up soon after, urging you to finish your dinner.

He finally understands when you're one of Diavolo's parties, as usual, he kept a close eye on you, watching your hips sway to the music as you danced with Asmo, seemingly having the time of you life! Until you suddenly stop, starting to walk away, almost tripping over your own feet as you go to sit down. He think's you're sick for a moment, before watching you lay your head on the table and quickly doze off.

Is on top of any medications you may need to take. He sets a fairly strict schedule, making sure you get enough restful sleep to reduce sleep attacks during the day.

If you struggle with insomnia, he'll help you sleep in anyway he can, even if it's lending you his coat or his very comfortable bed.

MAMMON

Has no clue what it is, firstly assumes it's like epilepsy. Which he also has little knowledge of.

His first account is when you first arrive, he's walking you through the RAD halls and you start to trip over yourself, head seemingly bobbing back and fourth as your eyelids flutter. "Wha? Did ya not sleep right or somethin'?" You have to explain to him what it is, and he probably doesn't fully understand it yet.

As you grow closer, he lets you drive his prized Demonio 666 Lexura. Very rarely, but he couldn't ignore the sparkle in your eyes when he joked about it. He starts to panic when he sees you slightly drift to the side of the road, just barely noticeable, and he realizes you're having trouble keeping your eyes open. He quickly takes over, heart still racing at the thought of what could have possibly happened.

Definitely takes it more seriously after the car incident, he refuses to let you drive anywhere, almost ever. It's very rare that he'll let you behind the wheel.

Once he notices the insomnia, he's definitely confused. "I thought ya had that sleepy human disease?" He cocks his head at you, pursing his lips. You have to explain the science behind narcolepsy for him to really understand.

He also likes to keep you to a loose schedule, calling in a favor with Belphegor to make sure you're asleep by a certain time.

LEVIATHAN

Has an idea of what it is, only because of NarcoBerries from one of his games. Very vague idea, however. Guesses that Narco = sleep, so some kind of sleep issue.

His first encounter with it is when you're playing Devil Kart, one of the first few times he's let you in his room, and he looks over to realize that your eyelids are halfway closed, and your controller is slipping out of your hands: He panics for a moment, not wanting to touch you, but settles on leaning in and calling your name. He's shocked when you startle, eyes still half lidded and yawning. "Sorry Levi, can I take a nap in here?" Before he can respond, you're already halfway asleep. He let's you lay there, grabbing one of his extra pillows to throw at you.

The encounter that makes him understand a lot more is when you go to a human world convention! You'd been friends for a while, and you were both so excited! There's an unmistakable excitement in your eyes, and he's so giddy! He wouldn't call it a date, but probably thinks of it as one, secretly. He's quickly disappointed when you're sitting down to eat, and you drop your fork onto your plate, head slowly dropping down. He lifts your head, not wanting you to fall or face plant into the food, and talks to you quietly, "are you bored, MC? We can head home if you need!" He's hoping you don't take him up on his offer. "Thank you Levi, can we just sit against the wall and let me nap in your lap for a minute?"

He's a little embarrassed, but powers through, only for his Henry!

He is one who does not keep you on a schedule, but he tries to get you to sleep in his room while he stays up, playing games. He wants to make sure you're getting as much rest as a normie needs!

Will also let you play games with him when your insomnia is awful though!

ASMODEUS

Probably has heard of it as 'sleeping beauty syndrome' or something. Only finds out what narcolepsy is from Lucifer, when Asmo brings up how you've fallen asleep so often lately.

His first encounter with your narcolepsy is when he's doing your makeup, he's applied almost everything, until he finally gets to your eyeshadow. He turns around, a magenta pigment on the brush, and he realizes your head isn't tilted upwards anymore! Tries to talk to you, asking you to life your head, but he realizes you're asleep. Frowns, but crouches down to finish his work.

The encounter that makes him understand a lot more is when you're at a party at The Fall! Asmo is barely buzzed, he turns away from you for a few minutes, just enough to get another drink, and he can't find you! After looking for a short period, he finds you at one of the booths, your head in your arms, leaning on the table, he can hear soft noises from you as he approaches. Tries to wake you, gently shoving your shoulder before he realizes you're not budging. He sits with you, texting his brothers and asking what he should do, as he can't just leave you there! He settles on waiting for Beelzebub to escort you, and tipsy Asmo home.

Is not very helpful with your insomnia unfortunately. He needs his beauty rest and so do you! Might recommend medication to get you to sleep, or might suggest his baby brother as an assistance.

Might also suggest some sort of physical activity to tire you out.

SATAN

Knows a little about narcolepsy. He's interested enough to study it before you arrive though. Makes the assumption that you have all the symptoms.

His first incident is after a few weeks, you're sort of settled into Devildom life, and you both have a habit of meeting in the library after school most days. He's sitting in the chair next to you, engrossed in his book! As he reads the final pages of the chapter, he looks up to discuss it with you, only to see you with your eyes closed, head thrown back, and steady breaths rising your chest. He feels the blood run to his cheeks, he thinks you look vulnerable. He puts his bookmark in, getting up to crouch down in front of you. He pushes against your shoulder gently, whispering your name. "MC, let's go. I'm going to walk you home."

The incident that makes him understand it more is when he's started trying to court you. What else than the cat cafe? You both walk down the busy street, brushing shoulders as you approach the door. He orders a tea, and a pasty for you. You make your way to the cat room, and you both take a seat, he watches a beautiful black cat crawl into your lap, kneading at your thighs. You giggle at him, and he smiles back, before his attention turns to a small kitten that scurried accross the room. He follows it, dangling a flirt pole for her to chase after. He turns to show you, before finding you dozing off, breath slowing, eyes mostly closed, hand still on the kitty in your lap, who seems to be enjoying your affection. He might be in love. Let's you rest while he plays with the cats.

BEELZEBUB

Puts the idea together from Narcoberries. (HC that they're a real thing in Devildom lol.) Also assumes it's similar to Belph, you're just very sleepy constantly.

Isn't very sure of your condition, but as your grow closer, he notices quite a few patterns, and then realizes how much it really effects you.

The first incident is at one of his Fangoul games! You've really grown on him lately, and hearing you cheer from the crowd while he plays gets him riled up. Until he looks over, just scoring the 2nd to last point he needs to win, and you're slouched over, head leaning on Lucifer, who wrapped his coat around you. He realizes you're asleep, before going back to playing, hoping you'll wakeup to see him win.

He learns a lot more about you when he sits with you at the RAD cafeteria, you're chatting while he eats. Well, you're chatting, he's mumbling between bites. He watches you while you talk, and he starts to hear you trip over your words, speech slurring slightly, and eyelids starting to drop. "MC, are you okay?" He pauses his eating momentarily, looking you over. "Yeah, I'm okay, just having a sleep attack I think" "Do you want me to talk you to the infirmary?" "I'm okay, might just nap here for a minute. You can have my lunch." He's greatful, attempting to leave you some food, before he gives into his sin.

Calls on Belphie to help with you insomnia, and he tries to carry around a small pillow or blanket in his backpack for you.

BELPHEGOR

Knows about it. Used to be fascinated by human diseases and illnesses. Doesn't remember everything about it, however.

The first incident is when him and his brothers are working at The Fall. (Bunny event!) You come to visit, the place is packed. He elects to be your waiter, sauntering over to your table before asking, "what can I get for you today, MC?" You pick your meal, offering him a sleepy smile before he walks away. He comes back after 20 minutes, he chuckles, seeing your hand barely holding up your head, eyes closed. He wakes you gently, offering to skip his shift so you can nap together.

He realizes how badly it effects you when you're out stargazing, something you'd been wanting to do with him for weeks, and you can't seem to keep your eyes open. He chuckles when he hears you start to snore softly, so he softens his words, letting you doze off, snuggling into you while he joins you in slumber.

He is the obvious solution to insomnia. He'll simply use dream magic to put you to sleep. Look no further, he is your savior.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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mo0nlyte · 3 months

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(I'm sick so have another story bc I finally have motivation)

(bullshit this took way longer, and I got sick twice)

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Your brothers when you're ✨sick✨

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After one hot hell of a Texas day, you come inside.

Coughing.

Wheezing.

Extremely warm.

Dying inside.

You would normally hug Drayton as soon as you get inside.

Nah.

Straight to the bone couch, and slowly decide to accept the fate of death.

Meanwhile.

Drayton isn't happy.

But he can't take that out on you. Not your fault.

Still might yell

Of course now the twins aren't happy too.

"A-awe c-c-come on, why do w-w-we get more c-chores?!" Nubbins exclaimed, you can hear him from the bone couch.

You're confused. Why would he be getting chores?

Oh fuck, are you getting more chores?

Little do you know, your oldest bro already knows you're sick. Mostly because you've been coughing up a storm on the couch.

"Are ya sure? Lil shit can't be too bad right?" You hear Chop-Top. You kind guess they know you're sick now.

Chop-Top popped his head In, "Ya decent?"

Insert some pathetic cough wheeze

"Told ya." You hear Drayton.

After a moment, you hear Drayton telling them they'll have like a few extra chores.

Surprisingly enough, yes, he does care enough to let you guys off if you're sick. When one of the twins, heck, or both the twins got sick, You and Bubba would often take care of their chores.

When bubba got sick, it was a bit of a problem, but you tried to help when he did.

Now.

You're sick.

You've drifted off to being half asleep, the sounds of a chainsaw in the distance always did comfort you, knowing Bubba was protecting the farm.

You felt yourself being L i f t e d

Very confused you looked over at who was carrying you. Oh.

You smiled quite weakly at Nubbins. Who didn't look too happy.

Grumbling about how "you should be glad your my sister, or I wouldn't be touchin' ya, ya sickie"

Brotherly love amiright

Through a bunch of stutters.

He puts you in your room, on your bed.

Surprisingly he doesn't leave. He doesn't know now how to show he's worried. But he is. Less angry. More worried. You just get a head pat or two before he goes back downstairs.

You are dying laying in your bed, hoping this'll end.

How bad is it?

Coughing, sneezing, headache, dizziness, just the whole thing.

Y'know something victims should suffer through, not you. The sky gets darker, soon the sounds of a chainsaw stops.. you can hear your brothers downstairs.

You hear something close to a pig squeal, coming up the stairs. So Bubba probably.

He peeked in of course. Slowly coming in, making sure he didn't startle you. And set something down on the floor by you. You looked over and it was a small plate of food- Drayton probably made it.

I would imagine instead of a bed you just have a mattress or two on the floor by a window, your choice of course.

You smiled up at your older brother, and of course got a bear hug.

You don't come down to dinner like normal, which is when Chop-Top would probably check on you. Of course all worried, but barely making an effort to show he is. Making jokes n' poking you.

Of course, after dinner Drayton will come up and hand you a plate of food, or put it by your bed.. check your temperature, Get you water, you can tell he's worried. He's grumbling under his breath and not yelling at you. "Fuckin' worryin' the shit outta me kid.. better not be anythin' serious.." nicest thing he's probably said to his little sister

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Depending on how long you're sick, a few things might happen.

If you're sick for over a week, Drayton will become increasingly worried. Bubba won't have anyone to talk to, or watch (again, he has a bad staring problem), and the twins will have to just torment Bubba or Drayton.

If you're only sick for a day or two, Drayton will be visibly relieved when you're back to the old spunky energetic psycho you normally are.

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How would they specifically act towards you?

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Drayton would take care of you of course, you are his responsibility. Can't have his little sister dying on his watch. He would be less loud, but just as snappy. Probably only the "sorry" he'll give you is food. Can't argue with that tho. He's secretly worried you'll not wake up one day. He's in constant stress, he always is when his siblings are sick.

Bubba will do his best to spend time with you. He used to get sick every once in a while, and he knows it gets lonely. He'll even make a victim probably chained or somewhat dead keep you company too. If you want a hug, and fall asleep there, he won't move unless Drayton makes him.

Nubbins won't come within 12 feet of you. He used to get sick every other day when he was young. Tho every once in a while, you'll hear something roll into your room.. a skull with a message written on it with a sharpie. Or something shiny he found in its mouth. He loves you, he won't show it, definitely not by a long shot, but he'll make sure it isn't as lonely.

Also he partly keeps his twin at bay

Chop-Top will not respect you wanna be laying in your bed. Outside is the best medicine. According to him. Oftentimes you'll be sleeping.. and then waking up to him plopping you outside on the grass/dirt. He'll sit right next to you, and tell you stories. He did that when his twin was sick, most of the time you give up and just lay there you don't wanna be dragged out again. And might as well enjoy the Texas heat.

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End <3

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcmwriting #drayton sawyer #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #tcm drayton #tcm choptop #tcm nubbins #the texas chainsaw massacre

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fixatedonfandom · 2 years

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Care

Bc of course the care prompt had to be MedicScout. My hand was forced.

For @tf2rarepairweek

This is a day late but it s NOT a dollar short and this is my favorite one! I know I won't be able to get the other ones out on time (Thank goodness this event is open after the cut off or I'd be screwed) but this was the last one I'd had premade.

Notes:

-Scout is Jeremy, Medic is Ludwig. I went back and forth with which names I should use (Scout and Medic or Ludwig and Jeremy) and thought it would be weird if I just used their titles, especially since they refer to each other by name.

-Scout’s illness is miscellaneous and unspecified. Fill in the blanks for whatever you want it to be.

-Slightly OOC Medic I guess. But we never know with these guys. He's just...nice. he's nice and uses pet names and is very much in love and that's all I can say for myself.

-So many pet names. i couldn't pick a favorite. I tried my best to use then in the way I thought Medic would use them but I also am not German so if I'm missing dialectical or cultural context clues around any of them just lmk (nicely)

Synop: Scout wakes up feverish and sick, so Medic takes it upon himself to tend to his boyfriend’s every need. Medic has things to do, though, even while nursing him back to health. As it turns out, a very sick Scout hates to wake up alone, and tends to make very stupid decisions because of it.

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“Jeremy”

Jeremy gasped awake, a fire burning in his skull. Someone’s hand was on his forehead, burning and freezing him in some impossible way. The callouses on it were familiar.

“Lud?” He mumbled, confused, searching blearily for his lover in the dead darkness of the room.

“I am here, liebeling,” came the hushed voice of the Medic- Ludwig, as Jeremy was given the privilege of knowing- that rumbled through Jeremy and caused the tension of his shoulders to bleed away. “You have a fever. It must have cropped up in the night.”

“Ah, God.” Jeremy shook his head- lolled it back and forth, it felt more like -and tried to keep his words in his mouth. “You sure? I-I wasn’t feelin’ bad last night.”

“I know. These things can happen,” Ludwig whispered. “I will get you a fever reducer. Stay put.”

Jeremy blinked slowly, but Ludwig’s hand was gone and he was gone before Jeremy really registered what he’d said. He saw that he was alone, when he thought, just a second ago, that he wasn’t. His head hurt.

“Lud?” Jeremy tried to call, though his voice was scratchy and unpleasant, and couldn’t get loud enough. “Ludi…?”

No response. It seemed that Jeremy was alone in the room, but he swore Ludwig had been there. He groped at the sheets he was tangled in, which were damp with sweat and scratchy on his over-sensitive skin. Gracelessly, Jeremy managed to free himself from the covers. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and a shiver jolted up through him when his feet hit the freezing wooden floor.

He tried to push himself up from the bed. It took more effort than it should have. His head was swimming, and felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, and his feet shuffled like they were filled with lead.

Jeremy managed to get himself to the door of their bedroom and he caught himself on the door’s frame. His hands were so sweaty he started to slip. He ended up leaning his whole weight up against the door frame while he waited for his head to stop spinning.

Ludwig appeared suddenly, a bottle in his hands, and nearly ran into him when he came back through the door.

“Jeremy!” He fumbled with the bottle when he jumped forward to hook his hands under Jeremy’s arms to hold him upright. “Dummkopf, what do you think you are doing?”

“I..” Jeremy started. “I was…tryna…f-find you.”

“Find me? Häschen, I told you where I was going,” Ludwig chastised, and led the two of them back to the bed. “Lay back down. You are very sick, liebling.”

Jeremy let Ludwig ease him back into the sheets, Jeremy’s hand lingering on Ludwig’s arm as he pulled away.

“Why’d you…leave?” asked Jeremy, half-asleep. “You-you went and…and you went somewhere. Why’d you-?”

“I told you, I went to get you a fever reducer.” Ludwig lifted the bottle for him to see. Jeremy couldn’t quite make out the words on the label because his vision was blurred, and it was probably in German anyway. “Now, please, stay down while I get you some water. Do not move.”

That meant he was leaving. Again. Jeremy panicked and flailed his arm in the direction of his bedside table.

“I-I got somethin’. You-you don’t gotta- you don’t gotta go nowhere,” Jeremy expressed.

Ludwig followed the direction of his flailing, and did not look impressed at what he found.

“Liebeling, I am not going to allow you to take your medicine with Bonk! at this time of night. It won’t take me a moment.”

“But-but I...” It seemed there was nothing that Jeremy could do to stop Ludwig from bowing out, no matter how much it made his stomach twist when he was out of sight.

Jeremy sat stock-still for at least a minute, a record on his part, before he shakily began to shift out from under the covers to find where the man had gone. He went through the same motions to stand up, notably less steady than before, and only made it halfway across the room before he was caught again.

“You- What did I just say?” Ludwig snapped, though he kept his voice low. “Bed, now! Shoo!”

“Where’d you go?” Jeremy let himself be pushed back to the bed by Ludwig’s firm hand. “I-I thought you-”

“I went to get water for you. You know this.” Ludwig’s face pulled into slight concern, and he moved his hand up to Jeremy’s forehead. "We had a conversation. Do you remember this?"

Jeremy blinked slowly, and took the glass of water Ludwig offered to him, along with a pour of the medicine Ludwig had brought in with him earlier (Jeremy remembered that part. He wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but it was getting fuzzier by the moment). The bottle indeed had a German label that Jeremy couldn’t read, but he trusted Ludwig to know what he was doing and choked it down with minimal whinging. Lud was smart to get the water first. He must’ve known how foul some of his concoctions were.

“Did you hear me, schatz?”

“Yeah, I…” Jeremy swallowed thickly around the terrible taste that lingered inside of his mouth. “I remember, I was…just…I…Jesus, my head.”

“Lay back down now. It’s still very early,” Ludwig soothed. “Now, you aren't doing yourself favors getting up and walking around. What you’re going to do is lay back, rest, and not get out of this bed another time. Do you understand me?”

Jeremy didn’t even remember agreeing with him before he fell back asleep.

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Jeremy woke slowly, painfully, to a white light filtering through the window blinds.

His eyelids were sticky, and peeled apart when he opened his eyes. At the back of his throat was the coppery, stinging feeling of acid, and the taste of it made him nauseous- moreso than he already was.

His head was throbbing. Every joint and bone in his body had a deep, stiff ache to it, like he should be creaking as he moved. Jeremy smacked his lips and blinked his eyes against the pale light that assaulted his senses and only made his headache worse.

“Lud?” he croaked, and wormed his arm out to feel the other side of the bed.

There was no one there, and the sheets were cold. Jeremy was alone.

“L…Ludi?” he coughed out to the empty room to no reply.

Jeremy was still feeling like pure shit. He was certain he looked it, too. Would Ludwig really just…leave? That didn’t make sense.

Jeremy wondered if he’d annoyed him last night, getting up twice after being told not to. Or maybe it was before then, when he’d bothered Ludwig while he was trying to do some paperwork yesterday and ended up getting kicked out of the laboratory for several hours. Or even before that. How long had he had to have been irritating Ludwig to force him to just up and abandon Jeremy when he needed his help the most?

He had to find him. He had to ask. Make sure Ludwig hadn’t just left, abandoning Jeremy to his own devices while he could barely sit up straight.

Speaking of sitting up straight…

Jeremy heaved with every ounce of strength he could muster to get himself into an upright position, but it proved to be a tremendous mistake. Immediately his stomach roiled, fighting his position, and bile crept up the back of his throat to burn him and make him taste the iron and acid in his mouth. He gagged, slightly, but he bit back the sick feeling in his gut and shoved the blankets off of him.

It was freezing in their room. No fan was going, no windows were open, but the chill that swept over Jeremy was like none other. Goosebumps scattered over his skin and gave it the texture of sandpaper, and the shivers that wracked him from the cold had his stomach tensing for another round of heaving. His feet hit the floor, practically numb against the frigid wood.

“L-Lud?” Jeremy called again, for the last time, just to make sure he wasn’t getting out of bed for nothing. Again, there was no response. Jeremy pushed up off the bed and stumbled into standing.

His world teetered sideways, and he stutter-stepped to brace himself on his bedside table while he gathered his bearings. It took a moment. Jeremy watched with a quaking stomach as his vision stopped swirling with colors and eventually evened out into something more manageable. Less likely to trip him and make him dizzy.

Jeremy lifted his hand from the table, and lumbered to the closed bedroom door where he caught the door frame with one hand, and eased the door open with the other. It let in even more freezing air to shake his resolve, but Jeremy refused to be deterred. He stumbled into the hallway, and began his long, torturous trek in a directionless way to find where Ludwig could have possibly gone.

After several unsteady, wobbling hallways and a few absent-minded turns, Jeremy came across a pale light emanating from the kitchen doorway. It was quiet, but he could hear some sounds coming from it, so he trudged on, drawn to the light like a sickly old moth

When Jeremy turned the corner into the kitchen, he found only one person there. Not Ludwig.

It was the Engineer, seemingly divided between finishing a bowl of grits and making notes on a grease-stained blueprint he had laid out. He looked up when Jeremy stumbled in, his eyebrows jumping to his hairline.

“Well, hey there Scooter. What’re you doin’ outta bed?” He put down his pencil and his spoon, and moved to get up. Jeremy flinched at the horrific screech the chair made across the tile floor. “‘s the Doc know you’re out here?”

“I-I, uh…” Jeremy shook his heavy head, propping himself up on the wall while Engineer approached him. “N-No, he, I, uh…c-can’t find ‘em. Can’t- don’t know where…I-I was by myself.”

“By yourself, huh?” Engineer repeated in a soft amused voice. “Well, I reckon he was off gettin’ something to help you feel better. He leave you any kinda note?”

As Engie took his arm and slung it over his shoulder to lead him to the table, Jeremy mentally paused. He didn’t even check for a note. Didn’t think to check. He couldn’t really think of anything, other than the fact that he was by himself, and he had no idea where Ludwig was, and that he needed to find him.

“...uh…” Jeremy murmured. “I…Uh…”

They reached the dining table, and Engineer pulled out a chair before Jeremy collapsed on the floor. Jeremy sat down hard, getting a headrush and having to splay his hands out on the table so he didn’t fall over sitting up. Engineer took his ungloved hand and pressed the back of it to Jeremy’s forehead, freezing against Jeremy’s clammy skin, then to his neck, and tsked.

“Feelin’ pretty hot right there, kid,” Engie huffed. “How th’hell you make it all the way down here without anyone seein’ you?”

“I just…walked.” Jeremy shrugged. “I couldn’t find…I had…I had to find ‘im.”

Engie hummed. He pulled a chair up next to Jeremy so he could sit down next to him, and held a comforting hand on Jeremy’s back. “Don’t much like bein’ by yourself like this, do ya?”

Jeremy shook his head miserably. All the pain was beginning to seep back in, the soreness sinking right back into Jeremy’s bones. It hurt to even keep his eyes open. His shirt was sticking to him in a way that was just gross, and rubbed against his skin like wet sandpaper. The nausea had not abated in the slightest, either. He was thankful that Engie sat him down, else he would’ve ended up throwing up all over the floor. Maybe leaving the bed wasn’t such a good idea.

Still. He’d had to find Ludwig.

Engie continued to rub his back when Jeremy buried his head in his hands, blocking his eyes from the kitchen light, and kept at it for a minute before he started standing up. Jeremy dropped his hands from his face, panicked, and tried to reach for Engie’s arm, a whimper caught at the back of his throat.

“Easy there, stringbean,” Engie soothed him. “I ain’t leavin’. I just need to get one’a the guys to find the Doc for you. That alright? I’m stayin’ right around here.”

“Y’gonna find him?” Jeremy didn’t even have half a mind to be embarrassed for how out of it he was, and murmured, “I dunno where he…I-I dunno…”

“That’s why I’m gonna send someone to find him, Scout. Just sit tight. I ain’t goin far.” Then, the next moment, Engie was gone. Jeremy was alone, again, soaked in his own sweat, again, fighting an uphill battle with his stomach and generally wishing he were dead. Again.

“E-Engie?” Jeremy squeaked, and tried to get a good look behind him.

“Still here.” Engie’s voice came from the hallway, echoey but not too far away. That allowed Jeremy to relax some, knowing he wasn’t left by himself.

Engie spoke in murmured words to someone Jeremy could not see nor hear, but he sounded firm and rushed. He came back into the kitchen not a few moments later and dropped right back down at Jeremy’s side, his hand replaced at Jeremy’s back and rubbing in gentle patterns.

“He comin’?” Jeremy couldn’t help but ask.

“I’ve gone and sent Demo to go and fetch the good doctor, wherever he may be,” Engie affirmed. “He’ll come and get you and get you right back into bed rest, where you’re s’posed to be. That sound about alright to you?”

Back in bed, Ludwig by his side, hopefully with more meds and a nice cold pillow to pass out on. It sounded perfect. Jeremy nodded, blearily, to Engie’s question.

They sat in silence for just a few moments, but were both startled out of it by a booming voice ricocheting down the hallway.

“Scout? Scout!”

“I know who that sounds like,” said Engie with a parting pat to Jeremy’s back. He pushed up from the kitchen table, and Jeremy turned to see him go and nearly collide with Ludwig as he came running through the entrance.

The frantic fire in Ludwig’s eyes fizzled out right when he laid eyes on Jeremy sitting at the table, and he didn’t hesitate to approach him.

“Dummkopf, you are going to kill me,” Ludwig griped with no small amount of relief. He pulled Jeremy’s chair out and knelt in front of him, pressing his hands up against Jeremy’s neck and forehead much like Engineer did. “Why must you do these things? Why in the hell did you get out of bed?”

Jeremy started to keel forward, and Ludwig caught him soundly, and let Jeremy press his forehead into Ludwig’s shoulder. Ludwig’s hand moved to Jeremy’s back and took over where Engineer had left off, rubbing small, soothing circles over the ridges of his spine.

“Scout? Schatzi?” Ludwig whispered into his ear. Jeremy had forgotten to respond to his question.

"I-I don't…" croaked Jeremy, even as he relaxed into Ludwig's arms. "...I don't f-feel good, Ludi."

"I know, häsechen. Certainly not with these adventures you seem keen to take. Come. Let’s go back to bed, ja?”

With a soft, relieved smile, Jeremy pushed himself out of the chair with the help of Ludwig, and the two shuffled out of the kitchen in small steps. As they passed Engineer, Ludwig nodded and whispered, “Danke, my friend.”

“Ain’t no thing, Doc,” replied Engie. “Tell ol’ Scooter to start feelin’ better soon. And tell him to stay the hell in bed.”

“Believe me, I will do more than that,” Ludwig said with the undertone of a promise. "If he continues to disobey rest orders, I may resort to chaining him down.”

“Well, you know where to go if you need the chains,” Engineer chuckled. “Now I don’t wanna be seein’ you two ‘till he’s up and at'em. If you need to leave him alone for a reason, just holler. It don’t seem like he’s too keen on bein’ by himself right now.”

“So I have observed.” Ludwig adjusted his hold on Jeremy. “He will not be released until he comes below 38, I assure you. He will not be left alone again.”

Something about those words coming from Ludwig’s mouth swept a sea of relief through Jeremy’s body, making his legs weak and his eyes heavy. He leaned that much more heavily against Ludwig and let his partner take up more of his weight.

“Ah, if you’ll excuse us,” Ludwig said at last, bidding the Engineer one final goodbye and tugging Jeremy out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

Jeremy walked alongside him, trying to help keep himself from collapsing to the floor, but he wasn’t much help in stopping his feet from dragging and stumbling on the tile. Ludwig said nothing about it, but instead sighed, and squeezed Jeremy just a bit tighter.

“Whatever am I going to do with you, häsechen?” He muttered. “I was only in the infirmary. I left you a notice on the side-table. And yet here you are.”

Jeremy’s thoughts had to roll around in his head for a second before he could articulate them. “I didn’t see any note. I…I just got…”

“You what?” Ludwig prompted. “What made you so worried that you had to disobey my rest orders?”

“I was…I dunno…” mumbled Jeremy, flushing hotter than his fever could account for. “I guess I knew you weren’t gonna…gonna leave or nothin’ but I…I…I-I was ‘lone and I didn’t see…didn’t see no note. Just thought you left. Or somethin’. Thought you got…”

“Got what?”

Jeremy swallowed thickly, and they approached their bedroom door. He’d hoped to be saved from answering, but Ludwig had paused right outside when he neglected to answer and stood, waiting for his response.

“...annoyed. Or somethin’. I-I dunno.” Jeremy admitted, and tried not to say anything more. He turned his head away, because he couldn’t be sure if his face was more red from embarrassment than fever.

“Oh, Jeremy,” Ludwig sighed. He shouldered open the door. Jeremy could tell he’d upset him. “Häsechen, what more must I do to convince you of my devotion to our relationship?”

��Y-you don’t gotta-”

“Clearly it is not enough. I sleep in the same bed as you every night, and yet you have this subconscious fear that I am going to abandon you the moment you are undesirable?” Ludwig shook his head. “Verdammt, do I not tell you enough how much I love you? Do you not receive enough of my time? If you are feeling unloved, mein engel, I implore you to tell me at this instant. I will not allow it to stand.”

“No, no, no, I-I didn’t mean it like that,” Jeremy insisted. “I-I, I just know I can be…p-pretty irritatin’, right? So I thought…I dunno. I-I can’t think straight right now.”

Ludwig brought him to the bed and eased him back onto the pillows When he got Jeremy adjusted back under the covers, he placed his hand on Jeremy’s forehead, then leaned his head back so they could make perfect eye contact. Fever-bright and watery though Jeremy’s eyes may have been, they met Ludwig’s warm, cornflower-blue stare quite easily.

“You are precious to me, mein schatz. I do not love you because it is convenient, or because it is easy. I do not love you with conditions. I love you because it is natural to me, and that is enough,” Ludwig whispered, insistent. His hand moved from Jeremy’s forehead to nest in his hair and hold firmly. “And I do not know how many times I must remind you of this, but I will do it as long as it is necessary. I will not leave you. I do not want to leave you, regardless of what you may think. Ich liebe dich sehr, Jeremy, and I will say it a thousand times until you get it through your thick skull.”

Jeremy’s lower lip was wobbling, though he’d blame it up and down on the fever disorientation. He couldn’t speak German, but Ludwig had said that same phrase to him enough times that he could figure out what he meant.

“Love you too, big guy,” he whispered back. He leaned his head forward, and Ludwig met him halfway. They touched their foreheads. Ludwig didn’t seem to mind how hot he was. “How ‘bout a thousand and one times, huh? Jus' for me.”

Ludwig smiled, shook his head, and kissed him soundly.

Jeremy never did have to get out of bed again.

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I just need soft romance and heartfelt declarations of love okay?? We’ve hardly ever seen Medic when he’s not been given a reason to act insane + he barely has any direct/indirect characterization in these scenarios so I feel I’ve done him as much justice as I can. If he seems extraordinarily off to you please tell me, but otherwise I ask that you at least try to enjoy my interpretation of him as a nice person 3:. Is it so much to want my crazy German man to feel human emotions. Is it.

Thanks for reading! I'll see y'all around :3

#tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 engie #tf2 fic #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #fof writing #tf2rarepairweek2022 #mediscout #medicscout #blunt trauma #are there any better ship names for this #there should be #sweet #my fav #i loved to write this so i hope yall love to read it

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straightupsickfics · 2 years

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Hello!!!! Teacher Anon here! Hi!!!👋🏾💛 for the sentence ask how about: "While lying in bed...feeling as miserable as he could possibly be, Stede was glad his husband was there to ease his illness with his gentle caress."

hi! first, this prompt is so soft i'm just 🥺🥺🥺 second, it feels like i am meeting a friend of a friend or something bc i always see your messages on @softersteve's blog hahaha <3

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While lying in bed feeling as miserable as he could possibly be, Stede is just glad his husband is here to ease his illness with his gentle caress. He lets his eyes fall shut when Ed smooths his hair off of his face, then runs the pad of his thumb over his cheekbone, cupping his face in his palm.

Stede’s at that point in his cold where his whole face just feels heavy with congestion, and he sighs a little, content at the soft touch there, a momentary distraction from all of it. Ed’s sweet to have taken the day off to be with him. Stede had argued at first, but not for long or with any real conviction.

Now, with his throat feeling sore, his nose running almost constantly, and the increasingly frequent sneezing fits conspiring to keep him from getting any real rest… well, Stede’s just very glad Ed’s here.

“You look…” Ed starts, then stops. “Well, I was going to say beat, but y’look like you need to—”

Stede shudders into a sneeze, turning away from Ed as best as he can. “Hh’iItssHHH! Hdssh-ehH! Ngh, ‘scuse mbe,” he murmurs. He really cannot recall the last time he was this particular brand of sick. This stay-in-bed-all-day, going-through-a-box-of-tissues-in-a-matter-of-hours sick.

“Bless you, love,” Ed says, his voice so low and honey-sweet in Stede’s ear that he feels a lump form in his throat. Ten years and Ed still has that effect on him, it seems. Ed shifts the blankets, pulling them back up and around Stede, and situating the tissues box so it’s in easy reach.

“Here, c’mere,” Ed tells him, seeing the look on Stede’s face and tugging him in close. He hugs Stede right to him, so his head is resting on Ed’s chest, his arms wrapped around him warm and close and perfect enough that for the first time all day, sleep feels like a real possibility.

“Think you win husband of the year,” Stede says into the soft fabric of Ed’s soft, crewneck sweatshirt. “Though you’re going to get this and divorce me.”

“Mm, nope, you’re stuck with me for life, love. But I do expect my husband of the year award in a frame. Solid gold. With a ribbon.”

“A ribbon and a certificate?” Stede says through a yawn. “Think I can manage that. Once I return to the land of the living that is…”

He’s not quite sure how, with the way they’re laying, but Stede knows Ed is smiling.

“Y’might be a ways away from that, but lucky you, I’m a very patient man. Waited half my life to find you, didn’t I?”

Stede’s half asleep by now, but he nods, curls himself in closer. His eyes are impossibly heavy and words feels impossible, so he just hugs Ed to him, soft and sure. Ed must realize this, too, because he strokes a hand through his hair, and says, quietly. “Sleep, love.”

#teacher anon #peach inbox edition #anonymous #my fic #of//md #three sentence prompts #HUSBANDS

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theinconveniencing · 11 months

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good morning ladies it is 6am and I spent the entire night awake and I’ll explain why under the cut bc I am gonna vent abt my health issues again and I’m gonna talk about vomit and all my stomach and eating issues as of late so just be aware of that. and this is all like a massive tmi but none of you are real so it’s okay

okay yeah so basically last night I had avocado toast for dinner which I’ve never had before and it was really good and that’s actually not relevant I just wanted to tell you guys. also not relevant but I was listening to tower of nero while I did that and I can’t believe how much I actually care about this series now. the lester effect I guess I’ll talk about that in a post once I finish the series

anyways I was still hungry after the toast so I ate some leftover gas station jojos from the day before and you’re probably like “carmen ofc you felt sick again last night you ate fucking gas station jojos” and yeah maybe I did and it’s not exactly the smartest decision but I also ate them two desperate times the day before so idk why this time would be any different since it hasn’t even been 2 days since I bought them. but yeah halfway though eating those (and watching my ethanimale video🫶) I started to not feel great so I was like fuck it I’ll go to bed. and I was sooooo excited to go to bed bc I was exhausted and since I’m home alone I was (tmi) gonna sleep naked bc I’ve never slept naked and it sounds fun as hell. and I’m sure it would have been if my stomach wasn’t doing backflips the whole time and despite the fact that I Just Fuckig Ate I was very noticeably hungry. I tried to fall asleep and ended up just doing that half in and out of consciousness thing that was going on last time I was sick like this. without the hallucination stress nightmares this time. except every time my stomach did a flip big enough to wake me up, I did in fact have to go to the bathroom to shit. and guys this is gross but I truly have no idea how I was able to shit so much like i took at least five full sized shits and I’m not even constipated or anything like WHERE did it all come from. every time I got up I was legit flabbergasted. anyways. I ate half a fig bar to try and get some more food in my system and finally put on some clothes and did what I know always helps when I’m sick: lay on the living room couch.

side note shoutout to my sister for insisting hat this couch was so soft and comfy that we Needed to buy it and the matching chair despite the fact that we didn’t need new living room furniture. we absolutely did and she’s the mvp of my life for that.

so yeah I was finally able to get some sleep out here on the couch and I still wasn’t feeling Great but I was able to actually sleep which is a testament to the power of this couch. and it was fine I was waking up to piss like eve Rey half hour big I’ve been driving a lot of water since it’s the only thing I can stomach and I was getting up to shit every half hour before so what does it matter. and it was all fine I could handle this until I needed to wake up for work (whether I’m going idk) but then I won’t up and I was like “yeah I’m definitely gonna throw up” so I threw up. and like here’s where it’s weird. like first of all it was a Lot of water considering how much I’ve been pissing out every 30 minutes for the whole night. second of all I threw up carrots which I haven’t had since wednesday night and god could they possibly still be in my stomach considering how much shitting I’ve done this morning. very weird.

but yeah I feel a bit better now and I tried to call my mom but she’s off the grid on a camping trip (boooooo👎) so I texted her instead and it said it went through so hopefully she gets back to me on that. I’m gonna scroll through some posts then try and get back to sleep bc despite how hungry I am right now my persistent lack of appetite is striking again and i don’t think if actually be able to eat anything right now. god bless.

#my mom’s prob gonna text me back and tell me to drink a gatorade but I don’t WANT gatorate. EW.#carmen.txt

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xazz · 2 years

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I’ve been having trouble sleeping because I’ve been sick. Laying down makes all the goop in my head move so I just start coughing uncontrollably

so usually I will sleep for a few hours in bed

then wake up and just futz around and maybe sleep sitting up a bit

but its not the best sleep.

So I usually end up passing out for like an hour or three on my couch watching youtube

which also isn’t great

today I was half asleep when my dad came in and I SWORE he said he had rib treats for me and then later on I woke up and... there were no rib treats. I was sure I’d dreamed it. I’m in a downstairs apartment thing so he could have left them in the fridge. I got up, looked around and was like ‘huh, guess I dreamed about getting some rib treats bc I’m hungry’. But still texted my dad like ‘... did you come down here with ribs?’

‘yeah’

like ten mins late dad comes back downstairs with 3 pork ribs for me

wtf

#shut up bb

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ancient-reverie · 2 months

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people don't seem to grasp how much stress I'm under so here's a list so I can show it to them:

Cat that has asthma needs a pill every other day. occasionally needs an inhaler at night.

Cat that has kidney disease and had a seizure Friday night.

rabbit with permanent head tilt and balance issues with an eye issue prone to uti's that takes daily medication

rabbit that suddenly started having stomach problems tonight out of the blue. rare but happens and then i have to syringe feed her every four hours until she's eating on her own again

I'm the only one on top of flea meds and vet check ups for the entire house ( 6 cats, 2 dogs, 2 rabbits)

I need to double check my dentist appointment is on the 10th and if not schedule one (I am bad at this, talking to people is hard and I have anxiety attacks on the phone. the only way to really know is via phone call)

made an appointment for an hrt related checkup which is easy but I now have to decide if I want to tell them if I wanna continue hrt or go off it (the reasons are unrelated to my gender identity)

waiting for said Dr from said gender clinic to approve refill on said hrt because I'm out. because they charged me full price but only gave me half of my refill last time.

need to move furniture in my room and clean before it makes me and the kids sick. there's rabbit pee soaked into the floor under a cat tree and under a cabinet and I just haven't been able to clean it.

also need to rearrange to give my rabbits areas more conducive to their and my existence

and to make space so my cats feel more included

feeling guilt that my oldest cat with kidney disease is dying and I haven't spent time with her like I want to because of my two other cats and her not getting along. but she's dying so what do I do

she dying what do I do? I don't want her to die in a vet office. I want her to be able to be asleep on a bed in the house and I don't know how to do that vets don't make house calls anymore

nicotine addiction

gotta give all my kids the love and affection they deserve bc any of them could get into something or have a sudden health problem and die at any moment

no one to talk to about it

have to clean my room. have to take dishes down before they grow mold. some of them I'm sure already are. this is a common occurrence.

need to do laundry. have no more clean sheets.

think the cat peed on the foot of the bed. haven't been able to really check. just keep ignoring it. it's not by my face and the cat still lays in that corner. (cat box in room makes me nose blind to cat pee a lot of the time and)

cats pee in random places of room and on their scratchers. regularly smelling cat pee in specific spots around room. sometimes it is just a hallucination.

no one can stand to listen to me list everything I have going on.

closet needs to be cleaned and sorted. things to give away and go into storage need to be hauled downstairs. (i am weak and physically not good but no one is able to help)

fish tank got a water change recently but I fear it won't last longer than a week and I'll need to take everything out and deep clean which takes me 4 ish hours bc I'm slow and it hurts

trying to find meaning and purpose in life. is art the career path I want or just a hobby? should I be writing? should I be making friends?

can't leave the house without having anxiety attacks.

not seen as myself by those around me (family) just as a conglomerate of actions. not seen for my actions and struggles by the people around me (family)

intrusive thoughts intrusive thoughts intrusive thoughts intrusive thoughts intrusive thoughts intrusive thoughts intru-

oh I was loading a bowl- *distracted for 15 mins* oh right I was loading a bowl- *distracted for 15 mins* fuck I'm loading a bowl *loads bowl* *distracted for 15 mins* *takes hit* *distracted for 15* *takes a hit* *distracted for 15* ADHD having ass

dissociation derealization depersonalization dissociate derealize depersonalize dddddddddddddd error

someone inside my head actually screaming and tearing at their skin with their claws

someone inside my head deciding to verbally and emotionally and physically abuse someone else in the system

someone doing drugs in the mindspace and all the issues that come with it

someone having flashbacks after being triggered

friends aren't going to text me. I keep my phone on silent. it's been silent since the beginning of the year. it's currently april. I'm used to it being silent now. it hasn't caused me to miss anything.

I have no one to talk to and therapy isn't what I crave. therapy is a fake version of what I need. I need someone to want to listen to me without being paid to do so

who has time to eat in this action economy

want to finish my games. want to finish bg3 before everyone else. before it gets spoiled. want to finish stray. want to finish doom. want to start doom eternal

want to be into vrchat more and work on my anxiety

want to finish at least the two books on my desk

who has the energy to shower and brush their teeth everyday? not this bag of bastards.

want to trim my hair. want my friends to see my long hair though

need to finish two paintings for two besties. one I don't know if I wanna continue it or start over (again for the fifth time). and one I haven't even decided on the pose for but tried to start.

one of the alters needs glasses but as you can see we are better off being in denial until we really genuinely need glasses because there's more pressing issues

relationships with family members is all we have but it is bad and idk if the family members have any idea. I think they think it's fine and have no idea that I really don't get along with them and living with them is killing me but I can't move out

gotta hide the self harm ! which is second nature to me but still a stressor

I'm not gonna buy cigarettes I have a tank mod and a small vape with replaceable pods. I'm not gonna buy cigarettes I have a tank mod and a small vape with replaceable pods. I'm not gonna buy cigarettes I have a tank mod and a small vape with replaceable pods. I'm not gonna buy cigarettes I have a tank mod and a small vape with replaceable pods.

I need a new ps4 controller so I can use my expensive console taking up room on my desk and all the games I paid for and spent hours downloading

I just wanna buy new sex toys but I don't need them and we just laid off all the credit cards and I don't have money to blow on needed things. I donated to a lot of people this year instead

it's getting hotter and I'm going to have to run my AC constantly soon but it has black mold growing in it. and you don't have to be allergic for that to be an issue but I do happen to be allergic and one of my cats has asthma. and idk how to clean take it apart, let alone do it by myself but it looks like that's gonna be what happens.

trash and recycling needs to be taken out before I go back to throwing everything on the floor like I was doing for a little bit bc it's all too much

need to pick up the mess siruss made from tearing up semi important lists we need in a fit of stress and being overwhelmed

remember to put the night guard in before laying down so you don't crush your teeth in your sleep and have to get a 3rd (4th?) crown where your molars are supposed to be

can't even be addicted to weed in so goddamn stresses but watch out! forgetting to smoke is forgetting meds and the IBS, acid reflux, ADHD, chronic full body pain, chronic specific body pain, depression, anxiety, existentialism and fatigue will getcha!

just picked up meds from vet. god it's expensive. but that's off the list now........ until it's back on the list again.

don't ask for help. they are busy, you're literally watching them be busy or have downtime to relax after being busy. oh you got the courage to ask anyway? ah they're not interested. ah yes it's too dirty/hard/inconvenient/simple and maybe you should just do it.

and now feel the many emotions associated with asking for help and being told no again. become unable to do thing you needed help with at all. or can't do it without help at all to begin with so fuck me I guess.

do whatever it is they ask you to do. even if you just asked for help and they said no, if they need you to do something you go do it and if you don't you are a bad person and will be made out as selfish and lazy and forced to feel guilt.

that dragon adoptable game luckily only needs to be kept up with every three days. unless there's an event and then at least casual grinding and dailies must be kept up with.

pokemon sleep is an addiction and I want to quit it but I'm struggling and don't know what to do bc if I have raikou I want the other two but I could literally quit right now and it wouldn't matter and I'd be a little more free please help

my oldest cat needs to be brushed more bc she can't groom herself as well nowadays and my brother can't stand having hair on him. he'll pet her and wipe is hand off and not really scratch her and I hate it so much. she has small mats here and there and I feel like a shitty parent

my rabbits need to be brushed constantly until all their mats are out from winter coat that just hasn't come out completely yet. the head tilt rabbit can't even reach most of his body to clean it.

I also have to clean their butts for the same reason

one of my cats keeps leaving small poops OUTSIDE of the litter box

my oldest with the kidney issues and my middle child cat both throw up a once or twice a week and I don't know why. the oldest has always been that way. my middle child has nothing else up with him thank fuck but this and eye gunk

I have to remember to drink water or tea or liquids more than just a few sips a day. I HAVE. TO. or I'll get a UTI. and bc I dissociate from my body sensations I won't notice the UTI until it starts hurting my kidneys and then it's crunch time to get antibiotics before I end up in the hospital which is a valid fear bc it has happened before and it almost happened a second time

can't physically do what I need without feeling sick. probably bc I can't take care of myself. which is probably bc I can't do anything without feeling ill. which is probably bc I don't take care of myself. which is probably bc i-

I'm so overwhelmed that I don't do anything I need to and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and it builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and builds

and I'm so overwhelmed that I start new projects and come up with new and more things to do and look for the old things I never did and never finished as well

and I'm so overwhelmed that I want to write again because nothing is in my control because there's no such thing as control because nothing matters and it's chaos and that's beautiful and I love life but I don't know what to do when I just want to pause everything but I can't pause everything and taking a break doesn't make me feel better it just lets everything build and makes me feel more on edge

dissociating isn't taking a break

and I wonder if being on Lexapro again would help but I know it wouldnt last

and I wonder if I should trip on shrooms bc it's been nearly an entire year. but I have such a limited amount and I need them for when I need them (I don't know when that is but I'll know when it happens) and the friend I got them from hasn't spoken to me in months

my go-to anxious intrusive thought is that he's dead. unfortunately that thought... well it's not as delusional as I'd like it to be. we dated for a little over a year, and then some more on and off and we even had sex this year. he is the only friend I have that lives close to me. (close is an hour and a half away)

my bestie who lives in the same state is 3 hours away. she's in school. she also has mental health struggles. she's not good at texting and she says this herself often.

I have other friends that live in the state but... I haven't spoken to them in years and I didnt ever let them in fully, and I'm afraid (I don't know what I'm afraid of)

my other besties live out of state. one is in Cali. the other is in North Carolina. I am in Texas.

the one in Cali I met online and have only met in person once. she's engaged. idk when the wedding is but im going, I'm invited of course. she's busy with work and mental health also. she used to have alters that we talked to. Sy was married to one of them

siruss dealing with pain of past relationships and trauma and everything

the NC bestie also used to have alters. siruss used to date bestie though. she's busy with work and mental health. and though we've never talked about it I feel like there's something off between us that neither of us want to touch. or maybe it's just me.

or maybe it's siruss wanting to let go and not being able to

and maybe we need to meet new friends who will see us and give us something new to think about and someone we can share stories with who won't agonize over hearing old names.

idk how to make friends anymore Im so tired and I distrust people

I'm so tired we fall asleep with the vibrator and don't even get to jerk off which trust me is not great. the nighttime endorphins dose is quite necessary to function the next day. TMI we're not a morning masturbator bc the pussy ends up wet all day and it's not sexy when there's no one to appreciate it and you're horrified about getting a UTI

I miss my chickens...

I want new tattoos before I die of stress and my body is thrown in the ground more bare than it should be.

I want to gain weight so I feel and look healthier and maybe it'll help me not feel sick and weak and in as much pain

but the kids are dying as the seconds pass and the dust is building on the shelves and the dishes are piling up and the trash is starting to smell sour and the recycling is overflowing and my desk is too cluttered to set anything down and I need to love them more and be around them more and I need to stop watching YouTube and I need to start drawing and I need to travel and I need to live life but everything costs money and nothing lasts and I'm too much for everyone that I've met but I will still love them with all my heart and I don't think it's their fault they are only humans and I'm an unspeakable amount of divine/demonic/cosmic/paranormal entities with their own traumas and lives and backgrounds and intricate details eating up my insides- do you know how long it takes to get to know one person? the answer is you never know one person- imagine that but for 6 people all vying and deserving of being known and seen

and there's genocides and wars all over the planet. and there's deforestation and poachers. and there's puppy mills and inbreeding. and there's capitalism and heteronormativity. and I can't stop thinking about Nex Benedict and Aaron Bushnell. I can't stop thinking about the BLM protests. and I can't stop thinking about the Hong Kong protests. and I can't stop thinking about China. and human trafficking. and polution. and how the news and media that most people see don't say anything important and fear monger and emotionally manipulate for views and clicks. and nothing is real and no one tells the truth and even if it is the truth no one knows for certain. you never know what really happened unless you see it with your own eyes.

and it's all a stupid game we could all decide to stop playing and simply give people food and shelter and wifi and safety and medical attention. money doesn't have to exist we can just do things for each other but everyone forgot what reality was. which is about being outside and talking with people you love.

and I'm not suicidal anymore, although I do wish to lay at the foot of a tree until it grows around and envelops me. turning my being into immortality itself and sending my consciousness into the fabric of roots pulsing across terra until im one with the gods

#hell o void #hell o hadal #hell o popsicle #hell o pyro #this post #.nola

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lotus-flowerz · 3 years

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HELLO I LOVE UR WRITING SM??? NO BUT FR!! Can't help but make a request uarhar- may I perhaps gets fluff with Diluc and female reader (romantically) where Diluc is just tired and exhausted and gets all clingy? 👀 I love soft Diluc (bonus if he gets all clingy in public bc don't we love when the man acts unexpectedly) if you wanna add anyone else I'd love to see them too but ofc, no pressure! I hope this isnt confusing waaaaah

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOY MY WRITING!! it's not confusing at all dw! sorry it took so long to get to your request!

diluc x fem! reader (romantic)

no warnings for this one just pure fluff :)

sorry it's short and sorry if it's bad, i'm so exhausted and i'm writing this at 12:43 in the morning with a headache LMAO

You slipped into Angel's Share, looking to visit your boyfriend, Diluc, at work. He had been working the tavern practically by himself for the past few days because a stomach bug had been getting passed around and most of his employees were sick. You hadn't seen him in two days so you wanted to surprise him at work.

The tavern was quite busy, lots of lively conversations and drunken citizens. You spotted Diluc, sitting on a stool behind the bar, head in his hands, half asleep.

"Diluc, dear, wake up, you're at work." you whispered in his ear.

He jumped, startled by your voice. His cheeks slowly heated up as he realized he had almost fallen asleep on the job.

"Hah, Y/n, princess, what're you doing here?"

"I came to check on you. Let me behind the bar, love. I'll help out."

He let you behind the bar and you pulled up a second stool beside him. He leaned into you, laying his head on your shoulder and taking one of your hands in his. You rubbed circles on it with your thumb while gently stroking his back.

He never got touchy in public, in fact, he avoided it at all costs. But this, this was the best he had felt in days. He felt himself drifting to sleep, but the loud voice of a drunken customer ripped him from his peaceful state.

"Two more glasses of your finest dandelion wine please! Woah- Master Diluc's asleep!" the guy laughed and elbowed his buddy.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from yelling. Diluc has gotten barely any rest in two days, so please, let him be. I will get you your wine."

"Mm, don't get up.." Diluc mumbled, gripping your hand weakly.

You giggled and shook your head.

"Let's close early tonight, hm? You need rest or else you'll get sick too."

He wrapped his arms around you and sighed. You pulled him closer into your chest, planting kisses on the top of his head.

"I guess you're right. I'll close up early tonight."

"Alright love. When we get home, I promise you'll get proper cuddles."

He smiled and laughed softly, planting a kiss on your lips and getting up to usher people out of the tavern.

After you two arrived back at the mansion and got cozy in bed, he snuggled close to you.

"Thank you." he whispered

"For what?"

"Being there for me. Cuddling me when I'm falling asleep at work. You saved my ass tonight."

You giggled.

"I love you, Diluc, now get comfy. I'm ready for bed and I know you are too."

#diluc comfort #diluc fluff #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin comfort #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Fuck the context and the way you portrayed shinso in your brother fic of him was so hot. Can’t wait for him to become unhinged and not even care what his parents would think/if they’re home and just defile you whenever he wants bc he’s just that desperate

Prelude - gonna call this mess “FaMiLy BoNdInG” and bruh trust me it’s a mess but I tried so enjoy k gbye

Pairing - Aizawa X Reader X Shinsou

Prompt - at the top and combined with these two!

Warnings - psuedo-incest, NSFW, non con, dubcon, all the cons. Step dad Aizawa and step bro Shinsou are a force to be reckoned with. Mentions of DP at the end.

Music - I listened to https://open.spotify.com/track/1xFfbxmfenEpn4WawGWXiA?si=OUFp4ANsSR-6V_H187Eblw while writing even though it has NO relation to the fic spsosfnjsdhgsslfdn dead

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking soda and scrolling mindlessly on your phone when your stepbrother had come up behind you, looping his arms over your shoulders as he leaned down.

“Hey girlie, what’re you doing?”

“Nothin’.” You shifted, moving so his mouth was away from your ear, squirming uncomfortably.

There was a beat of silence, before Shinsou stood, his presence looming behind you like a harbinger of evil. “Come up to my room? I’m tired, wanna hold you.” You sighed, hunching your shoulders and curling in upon yourself. You knew it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a request that you could ignore or refuse. He was just giving you the illusion of having a choice. Well, you did have a choice; go with your brother willingly, or get dragged, risk him getting angry if you said you were feeling sick, get into a fight with the man that could pin you to the ground without breaking a sweat.

“Shinsou…. “

“C’mon.” He didn’t wait for you to figure out how to beg for him to leave you be, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet with ease. You went limp, what else could you do?

The purple-haired man reached under your skirt, a modest, knee-length thing, wrenching your panties down with one hand. You squeezed your eyes shut when his hand brushed against your hip, when he eyed the panties clutched in his fist.

“Cute.”

Gross.

Then he was tugging you along, headed towards his room.

You were so tired.

Mind almost shutting down, you stumbled when the audible clanking of the garage door beginning to open could be heard.

Dad was home.

Wide eyed, you caught Shinsou’s equally-surprised gaze, the man in front of you tightening his grip on your arm. Without another word, his pace was quickened. Aizawa wasn’t supposed to get home until midnight, was supposed to be working late at the office.

Shinsou tugged you into his room, slammed the door shut, pushed you onto the bed. He had a sense of urgency; he was stressed, thrown off by the sudden and unexpected arrival of your father. “Gotta be quiet now, don’t want dad to hear us, right?”

You nodded, dazed, exhausted. Nothing had happened yet and you were already retreating inside your mind, resigning yourself to whatever your older brother was going to do today. He had said he wanted to cuddle, but that usually meant lazy sex while he hugged you, kissing your neck and falling asleep after making the both of you cum.

Without any preamble, the man climbed onto the bed, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently guide you to lay back. Then he was scrabbling at your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bralette and skirt. He kneeled between your legs, pulling your skirt up to mid thigh to give him more room to maneuver.

“Shinsou please don’t, dad’s-“

“Shhhh, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.”

Shinsou spat into his palm, the sound making you cringe as you thumbed at the soft blankets underneath you. He was unbuttoning his pants, shoving at his underwear until he could get his cock free. The man went quicker than usual as he slicked up his length with his spit, very much aware of the presence of someone else in the house.

At this point, Shinsou really didn’t care.

He had been fucking you for so long, pulling you aside for a quickie when your parents ran to the store, taking his time when they went away for a weekend, fucked you on the couch when they went out for date-night. Feeling particularly bold today, he barely thought to pause when your father had gotten home. Right now, he wanted to lay down with his little sister, fuck you until you fell asleep, and then cuddle with your pliant body. Dad home or not, he was determined.

Your skirt was pushed even further up your body, the material bunching at your waist so your stepbrother had unfettered access to your bare pussy. Clenching your eyes shut, you turned your head away as you felt Shinsou pull your hips into his lap so he could rub his cock against your folds. He hissed at the sensation, spitting into his hand again before reaching around his cock to smear his saliva onto your puffy slit, too impatient and hurried to properly prep you.

It was odd to see the purple haired man like this; usually he was very laid-back, slow and gathered in his movements. Right now he was rushing, pushing the tip of his cock slowly into your entrance when usually he would still be making you cry on his fingers. The stretch was immediate, almost burning, and your lungs tightened.

A hand reached up to cover your mouth, Shinsou’s thumb massaging your cheek as he hushed you. You grabbed onto his arm, not to pull him away (it would be useless, he was so much stronger than you), but to ground yourself, able to do nothing but hold onto the man causing you pain.

The sound of dishes clattering down in the kitchen had Shinsou’s hips bucking forward suddenly, filling you up, pressing too far, too soon. He swore lowly, hand tightening around your mouth as you let out a pained noise.

His hips stilled, the hand not at your mouth petting soothingly at your hip in an imitation of comfort. Funny, you thought - you wouldn’t need comfort if your stupid step brother could manage to keep his dick in his pants.

As the seconds passed, both of you aware of Aizawa down in the kitchen, your muscles slowly relaxed. The stretch burned less, felt more manageable. Still, you were entirely unprepared when Shinsou drew his hips back before rutting into you.

You screeched, the sound muffled by his hand but undeniably loud. Shinsou leaned over you, unwittingly pushing himself deeper as he tried to soothe you with his quiet “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

If you were able, you would scream that you weren’t. You weren’t okay, nothing was okay. Everything about this was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. The way his hips were twitching into you, the way he kissed your cheeks and thumbed away your tears. The pleasure that was sparking in your core, the fact that it was your stepbrother getting ready to pound you into the mattress.

He was thrusting smoothly now, cock drilling into you a a steady pace. You were getting wet, the slide easier and less painful, pleasure slowly filtering in. When Shinsou plucked at your clit, you squirmed, hips shamefully moving to meet his own. He started increasing the pace, breathing heavily as the two of you rocked together on the bed. Occasionally his bed creaked, the wood rubbing at the joints and squeaking.

On one hand, you hoped dad didn’t hear. On the other, you wished he would - that he’d come save you from his son.

You got a mockery of your wish.

“Kids?” Aizawa was walking up the stairs, the third step that always creaked whenever someone tread on it announcing his ascent.

“Shit.” Shinsou breathed, pulling out of you, manhandling you quickly. He threw back the covers of his bed, shoved you down, settled behind you. He didn’t have to tell you to be good - the taboo, disgustingly wrong nature of what he had been doing was too embarrassing for you to reveal to your stepfather. Accusing his biological son of assaulting you? Raping you? Would dad even believe you? You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t.

Dad knocked as Shinsou pulled the covers up, covering your state of undress. You knew your bralette straps were still visible, and Shinsou still had his shirt on. It would probably just look like the two of you had been napping, but then again, it would still seem odd. Whenever your parents were home you stayed as far away from your brother as possible - you weren’t one to just go cuddle with him.

The door creaked open, and your dad peered in. You were so embarrassed, half-naked and utterly humiliated underneath the covers. You didn’t know what to feel or what to do, frozen in fear and indecision.

“Hey dad, need something?” Shinsou rumbled from behind you, voice steady and monotoned.

Light eyes scanned the room, before settling on you and your brother. Aizawa gave you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be in here, before his eyes shifted to the man behind you. “Wanted to let you know I’m home. Mom won’t be back until late, do you two have any specific requests for dinner?”

Shinsou shifted closer to you, so close that you could feel his rapidly beating heart through the warm flesh of his chest.

“Nah, we’re fine with whatever.”

Aizawa nodded, giving you one more confused glance. Maybe he could tell something was up? You felt like you couldn’t breathe. As the dark-haired man turned, obviously moving to shut the door and head back down to the kitchen, Shinsou was pushing his cock into you, his heart trying to beat out of his chest against your back.

Before you could stop yourself, you were whimpering.

“Dad….”

Shinsou froze as Aizawa turned back, stepping further into the room. You were quiet, tears budding at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t make yourself utter another word, completely unsettled at the situation. What were you supposed to do? You wanted him to save you, but you didn’t know how to ask. Your stepfather was studying you, was waiting for you to say something more. His gaze was flickering between you tearful eyes, your bralette straps visible above the blanket, the position you and Shinsou were in. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

All three of you were silent, the moment seeming to stretch on forever.

You were so tired.

Breaking the stillness, Aizawa took another step into the room, brows slowly drawing down as the realization dawned upon him.

“Shinsou.” HIs voice was low, he rolled his son’s name in his mouth quietly, almost hesitantly. “What the fuck is going on.”

Your brother’s cock was still inside you.

“I was tired. (Y/N)’s cuddling with me, she was telling me about a dog she saw-“ Aizawa snorted, arms crossing as he took another step towards the bed. “Nice try. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

Shinsou was silent behind you, his heart beating loud and fast against your back.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” His voice was softer as he asked you, throaty still - but softer. The tears clouding your vision finally flooded, streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“Please… I....” You couldn’t formulate the words, mortification surrounding your body, Shinsou’s hand squeezing bruises into your hip. It was too much. You wished you had never existed, that none of this had happened.

Unable to get an answer out of either of you, Aizawa strode forward, grabbed the covers, ripped them off the bed and dumped them in a heap.

You sobbed.

Both men were silent as you cried fat tears, embarrassed at being revealed, gratification at dad finally discovering the awfulness you had been subjected to these past few months.

Shinsou thrust his hips further into your warmth.

You choked, eyes snapping up to Aizawa. Shinsou was supposed to stop the second the two of were caught. He wasn’t supposed to keep going. Why wasn’t dad saying anything? Telling Shinsou to get off of you, get out of the house? Why wasn’t he calling the police? Why wasn’t he pulling your skirt down, trying to preserve your modesty?

The man was staring at the mess between your legs, Shinsou’s cock sliding in and out of you as you sobbed. Aizawa was breathing a bit heavier, his face, stance, demeanor no longer angry.

Dread filled your bones, settled like hot glue.

“Can you see how wet she is? She’s dripping.” Shinsou prodded, Aizawa frozen in place, mouth dry as he watched. “She’s always so warm inside, feels so nice.“

He was egging Aizawa on, seizing the moment and capturing his dad’s hesitance, manipulating it. You let out a whine as Shinsou’s pace picked up, cock beginning to hammer into your pussy. The purple haired man looped an arm underneath your thigh, hefting it into the air to allow Aizawa a better view.

“Doesn’t she sound so sweet? She tastes just as good, feels even better.” He was breathing heavily now, as he rutted into your warmth. Dropping your thigh, Shinsou reached for your clit, trapping the nub between his fingers and flicking at it. You cried out, your own hips squirming in indecisiveness , unable to choose between puling away or pushing back into the delicious sensation. It didn’t take much more to have you cumming.

Shinsou grunted as your walls squeezed around his cock, giving a few more frantic thrusts before he shot his load deep within your cunt, hips twitching as he worked through his own orgasm

You watched Aizawa sit down on the bed, close to your knees.

“How long?” He sounded strained. Shinsou shrugged, still panting.

Aizawa’s rough hand rested on your knee, his flat eyes closing as he paused. “Get up.”

The command wasn’t directed at you, but at your brother. Somehow, you didn’t think it would end up with your stepdad kicking his son out of the house.

Shinsou seemed to think the same as he pulled out, uncaring to the way you flinched as his cock dragged against your sensitive walls. He was silent as he shuffled to the end of the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants.

Aizawa grabbed your ankle and in one smooth move, dragged you to him. You squeaked at the sudden movement, eyes wide as you watched Aizawa look you up and down. The front of his slacks were tented.

He pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest, turning so the both of you faced Shinsou who still stood at the foot of the bed.

“Does he make you feel good?” The older man’s stubble was scratchy against your cheek. You didn’t know where this was going, felt so lost and bad and sick.

“Sometimes…”

It was impossible to lie. You knew if you did, Shinsou would cut in, tell his father how he made you cum everytime. How most of the time, you were screaming in pleasure before he would even take his pants off.

Looking at the floor, you missed the look between father and son.

“He touch you here?” You gasped as a large hand grasped at your chest through your bralette. Aizawa’s hands were bigger than his son’s, rougher and more confident in their touch.

“Yes.”

“What about-“ tears streamed down your face as the hand slid further, over your tummy, over the fabric of your skit, down to your abused, sensitive cunt. “-Here?”

“Please stop, please.”

Aizawa didn’t answer, let his hand rest over the top of your pussy, feel his son’s cum slowly leaking out. “Shinsou, come here.”

The purple-haired man obeyed, stepping closer, falling to his knees at the edge of the bed when Aizawa motioned for him to do so.

“Clean up your sister.”

You weren’t too surprised. It shouldn’t have been hard to see where Shinsou had learned his nasty little tricks from. Still, it hurt your heart, struggling in your step-dad’s lap as he held you in place.

Shinsou was smiling, leaning forward to shove his face in-between your thighs, chuckling when you yelped as he tongued over your hole. You used your hands to shove at his head, pull at his hair, but he caught them in his grip. They were pulled down by your sides, where Shinsou held them still.

“No, no! Stop! You can’t, no—dad!!” You were sobbing, pleading as Shinsou continued his assault on your cunt, licking out his own cum from your insides. Aizawa was holding your legs, keeping you spread-eagled and open.

“I’m not a good guy (Y/N), neither of us are.” His hardness was rubbing up against your back as you squirmed. “And from now on, you call me daddy.” “No! I won’t, let me go!” You thrashed, putting all your energy into loosing the iron grip holding your legs. Shinsou pulled back, licking his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“She was like this when I first had her. Mouthy little thing, still hasn’t learned proper manners.” He didn’t wait for Aizawa to respond, leaning back forward to continue slurping at your swollen lips.

“That’s alright, she’ll learn… I am a teacher after all.”

You wanted to vomit. You went limp, sobbing raggedly in Aizawa’s arms - completely demoralized and humiliated. There was no use fighting when Shinsou had been hurting you. Now with two fully grown men focused on you? Forget about it.

Aizawa was quiet as Shinsou worked you up to an orgasm, the only sound besides your crying the wet, squishy lapping of Shinsou’s tongue suckling at your pussy. When he switched his focus to your clit, you wheezed, jolting in place as his tongue started laving over the little bud rapidly, quickly throwing you higher and higher and-

You wailed through your second orgasm, almost unable to breathe.

Moments passed before you were able to calm yourself, ugly-crying and begging the two men to please, please leave you alone. Please leave, don’t touch you.

If you weren’t numb from your orgasm, you would feel sick.

“Shinsou, where’s your lube?”

Purple hair bounced as your brother cocked his head, still kneeling between your legs. “She doesn’t need lube, she’s soaking wet.”

“She’s gonna need it if we’re both going to fit.”

Neither man seemed to be able to hear your panicked pleas, too excited about prepping you to take both of them together.

What an awful attempt at family bonding.

#yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere aizawa shouta #creepy aizawa #stepbro #stepbrother #stepfather #step dad #tw dubious consent #tw noncon #noncon tw #yandere shinso x reader #yandere aizawa

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corysmiles · 3 years

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Ask and ye shall receive

Little streamer au

The day Tommy does finally get sick, he hides it well for a little while. He knows Wilbur will get overly worried so he's the last person he wants finding out.

For a few days he succeeds, saying that his weird stream schedule is because of online classes or something.

One day though when Wilbur and Tommy had a vlog planned, Tommy doesn't show up. Worried, he calls Tommy but gets no answer. He calls his mom and gets a sentence he'll never forget.

"Sorry dear, he's not doing to well right now. Hasn't got out of bed all day. Didn't he tell you he was sick?"

And you can hear in her voice that she's distressed, concerned, and sounds very tired likely from taking care of Tommy all night.

He rushes to Tommy's home and begs them to let him see Tommy.

He's surprised when his mother and father ask for Wilbur to take Tommy home with him. When he asks why they tell him that they're worried about getting themselves sick and since it's a sickness for tinies, Wilbur can't catch it and is far more capable of taking care of Tommy.

-Zeetle

Care

Little streamer au

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Notes: ZEETLE YES!! I’m only changing a little bit bc in the au Tommy’s parents are humans who adopted him but he will still end up with Wilbur :]

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Wilbur held Tommy close to his chest the whole ride back to his apartment. Every minuscule shiver from the boy made his heart stop.

Tommy had never felt so small to him before.

Even in the beginning when he was so afraid of accidentally dropping or squishing the tiny his loud demeanour made him feel larger than life.

Carefully, Wilbur picked up his fingers from above the teen and stared at his sleeping form. Every exhale took too much effort for Wilbur’s comfort, and his whole body shook.

“Fuck Tommy,” he sighed.

As a loud voice boomed over the train’s speaker announcing the next stop he quickly covered the boy, hoping he wouldnt wake up. However, only seconds later he felt the tiny shift in his hands.

As carefully as he could Wilbur lifted the tiny to his face, “Sorry for waking you up. Howre you feeling?”

His eyes studied Tommy’s dazed look with barely hidden fear. The boy looked so tired even though according to his mother he’d already slept for over half the day.

“Feel like shit, what did you expect,” Tommy groaned as he squished his face against the bottom of Wilbur’s thumb. His skin felt cold and clammy in a way that made the human’s heart shrink.

He hadn’t even expected to take Tommy back with him.

About three days before, he’d caught the teen trying to hide that he was sick, so he’d gotten a train over to Tommy’s house as soon as he could. He’d brought some snacks and a new blanket for him, but he really just intended for that to be it.

He certainly wasn’t expecting Tommy’s mother to ask him to take him back to his own apartment.

“We have my sister coming here next week,” shed sighed, “Shes been planning to come for months now but it’s not safe for her with Tommy sick.”

“Shes a tiny?” Wilbur hummed.

The older woman nodded, “If you could, would you take him. There’s not much we can do but wait it out, but I think he’d feel better to be with his friends.”

That’s how Wilbur ended up with the sick teen snuggled up in his hands as he took him home.

“Just try to rest Tommy,” Wilbur sighed, “I’m sorry it’s so loud in here.”

With almost no pause Tommy’s head lulled back against his hand as he fell back asleep. Wilbur couldn’t push down the dread that clawed up his throat at how fragile he seemed.

As soon as the train slowed to a halt he jetted out to his apartment. His hands cupped around his tiny friend protectively the whole time. He shivered a bit against the frigid air, but all his mind could focus on was if Tommy was cold too.

His hands wrapped around the boy a bit tighter.

As soon as he go to his apartment he turned up the heat and laid Tommy down against the softest pillow he had. The teen groaned a bit, but his eyes didn’t open to Wilbur’s dismay. Half of him was still hoping this was a joke, and that any second Tommy would burst out into laughter about how gullible he was.

“Hey,” he whispered as he gently shook the pillow, “I’m going to make you some soup okay?”

After a few seconds one of Tommy’s eyes blinked open lazily. All he got was a short thumbs up from the tiny before he was asleep again.

With nervous hands Wilbur readied soup for the boy. The faster his hands worked the more he could try to avoid the poisonous thoughts threatening to get into his mind.

There was nothing he could do to help him

Wilbur let out a shaky breath, slowly stirring the soup in the pot. The thick comforting smell of the chicken broth filled his kitchen.

Tinies who get sick don’t make it

Quietly he dug through his cabinets until he found the small set of tiny utensils he had. He dug out a bowl and a spoon barely the size of his finger nail.

He was going to die

Wilbur felt his heartbeat stutter as he brought the small soup bowl back to his couch where the tiny was resting. From afar Tommy looked so helpless. His small body was curled up into a fetal position as his hands tried to grab onto the pillow below him.

“Hey Toms,” Wilbur kneeled down, “Here eat this. It’ll help.”

The boy’s eyes blinked open before he tiredly reached out for the bowl. His hand shook as he tried to bring a spoonful to his mouth.

“Thank you,” he whispered before he was sent into another coughing fit.

Wilbur’s teeth dug into his lip to stop himself from crying. However, the pain was only a slight distraction from the tiny.

As soon as he finished the bowl Wilbur scooped it up and threw it onto his counter. He could clean it later, but he didn’t want to spend any longer away from his friend. Slowly, trying not to wake the boy, he moved to lay down beside Tommy. Yet as soon as his head touched the pillow the tiny snuggled closer to him.

His small body pressed up against his nose searching for the warmth of the human. From so close he could feel how every laboured breath shook his best friends body. Tommy’s hands were freezing to the touch.

“Night Tom,” Wilbur sighed as the boy’s lungs racked with coughs again, “I’ve got you.”

Later that night once he was sure the tiny was asleep Wilbur let his tears falls.

“I love you,” he whispered over and over, barely louder than a breath, as he hoped to any god there was that Tommy would make it out okay.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #zeetle ask #ZEETLE MY BELOVED #ANGST TIME #angst #hurt/comfort #but mostly hurt #little streamer au #t!tommy #g!wilbur #corywrites

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realcube · 3 years

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characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’ he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too

curse you for being so cute

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cuffing season /// Ushijima x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [Shiratorizawa fanweek day 5—Firsts] You convince your boyfriend to try something new in the bedroom, but as it turns out, old habits die hard.

A/N: Heard it was Shiratorizawa week 👀 technically I did originally post this on day 5, but I had to repost bc of tag issues, whoops :P Let’s pray it works this time!! edit: apparently it’s still not listed in the tags :<

The song that I mention is Bruno Major’s Old Fashioned (although it doesn’t fit the tone of this fic in the least).

Tags/warnings: mild bondage, size kink, rough sex!!!, marking (bruises/hickeys/etc.), power play/power exchange, reader tries & fails to dom Mr. Ushijima 😳, all characters are adults

Look, Ushijima’s a great boyfriend. Perfect, almost. Sure, he may not be the most expressive guy, but you’ve been dating him long enough that you’re able to pick up on the little gestures that tell you that he cares about you—the way he presses his face into your hair when you hug him after you’ve been apart for a while; his hands stroking circles into your skin when you fall asleep in bed next to him; all of it. He’s everything you could possibly look for in a man, except for one not-so-little issue:

The sex.

Because Ushijima, your sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who kisses you so gently it’s like he thinks you’ll fall apart if he’s not infinitely careful with you, is for some reason incapable of exercising the same degree of restraint (or any restraint at all) when you’re in bed together. When it comes to sex, your boyfriend is a fucking animal. And you’re not really sure how much more you can handle.

Maybe your concerns would seem petty from an outsider’s perspective. It’s not like Ushijima doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and it’s not like you don’t want to have sex. You’re attracted to him, of course you are! Almost 76 inches and 190 pounds of pure muscle, a body that looks like Michelangelo could have carved it from marble, and that beautifully solemn expression that had you salivating over him from the stands before you even knew his name? You want to have sex with him, you’re just fairly certain you can’t, not when it always ends up with you completely and utterly wrecked, so spent you don’t even have the strength to lift your hips off the mattress so he can wipe his cum off your thighs.

Look, anyone in your position would feel the same way. It’s awful and you’ll never admit it to him, but you almost broke up with him after the first time you two fucked. You knew going in that it wouldn’t be easy—the man radiates big dick energy and boy did he deliver—but it was just too much.

That first time had started off so innocuously, with you inviting him to your place for a nightcap after your sixth date. You’d set candles and put on your romantic sex playlist for a nice backdrop to let him hold you in his lap and make out—how the hell had you gone from that to having him rut you into the mattress, your belly pressed into the sheets and ass arched up so he could pound into you so forcefully that your rickety bed smacked into the wall hard enough to rattle the furniture with every movement, and you couldn’t even hear it over the sound of your own moaning? You hadn’t changed the playlist, and it felt downright obscene to listen to Bruno Major croon about love and courtship while Ushijima fucked into you like he was trying to carve the shape of his cock into your pussy.

You’d had to call in sick the next day because you could barely walk. The bruises from where he held your hips had taken weeks to fade, and by that time he’d already given you new ones. To his credit, Ushijima felt bad when he saw the evidence of how rough he’d been and he promised to take it easy on you next time…but after a few more rounds of mind-numbingly savage sex you learned that the man apparently doesn’t know what ‘take it easy’ means.

To be fair, at least some of it is your fault. You really shouldn’t have offered to go on the pill as a three-month anniversary present to him. At least before, he had to give you a break while he changed condoms after he came; now he has no reason to hesitate, instead going for round two (and sometimes round three) without pulling out. You never thought you’d see superhuman stamina as a bad thing, but…

“You don’t get it! It’s like getting fucked by a stallion. I need to plan to have three days to recover whenever I take him home with me,” you whined to your friends over cocktails when they told you you shouldn’t complain about a good thing—after all, Ushijima is just as committed to your pleasure as he is to his own, and there’s never been an occasion where he didn’t get you off before fucking you himself (probably at least a little because there’s no way in hell you’d be relaxed enough to take him otherwise).

“Can’t you just tell him to go slower?” one of your friends asked. “If he doesn’t listen to you, then that’s fucked up and you need to dump him.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t listen. If I tell him to stop, he stops,” you sighed, stirring your drink with the straw and watching the decorative sprig of mint fall under the surface to be overtaken by a chip of ice. “It’s like he can’t go slower. He’s not adjustable—it’s either crazy brutal or nothing, and then neither of us get what we want. Like a vibrator you can’t turn off the highest level. I don’t even think he realizes in the moment how intense it is for me.”

“Aren’t you ever on top? You can set the pace.”

“I’ve tried, but Ushi just—“ you made a gripping motion with your hands and mimicked raising something up and setting it down vigorously— “like, bounces me.”

One of them raised an eyebrow and then her eyes widened. She turned to your other friend and the two of them whispered to each other for a bit, then shifted back to you. “Tie him up,” she said with the air of an elder imparting sage knowledge, and your other friend nodded.

“Oh, come on.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious. Guys usually love it when girls are in control, you just need to take the initiative. Get him tied down and then you can show him exactly how you like it. Let him feel like he’s at your mercy for once.”

The idea had seemed unthinkable at the time, but you hadn’t been able to forget it—which is why after weeks of contemplation, hours of research, and a single extremely awkward trip to a sex shop, you’re now crouching over Ushijima’s naked chest, wrapping a leather cuff around one of his wrists.

“Are you sure that this is something you want to do?” Ushijima asks in that weighty baritone that makes you shiver with need. He doesn’t pull away, but he eyes your actions warily as you thread the chain of the cuffs around a rung in the center of your headboard and reach over to do the other side.

“…Yes,” you tell him, a little less firmly than you would have liked, and you lick your lips to try to make up for how suddenly dry your mouth is. “Anyway, isn’t that my line? We don’t have to do the cuffs if you don’t want to. I won’t force you.”

“It’s alright. You and I both know you couldn’t force me, (Y/N).” Dark eyes pin you down and it’s incredibly unfair how much power he has over you even when he’s the one chained to the bed.

Ushijima’s right, obviously—if he didn’t want to be exactly where he is right now, he wouldn’t be. You’re sure as hell not strong enough to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“Okay then…good,” you reply, adjusting the straps of the cuffs to accommodate for how stupidly thick his wrists are. When you’re satisfied that they won’t chafe but he can’t get out of them without your help, you sit back next to his chest and admire your handiwork. Ushijima lays on his back, naked, relaxed, even with his arms stretched up to your headboard and cuffed there. He looks good, mouthwateringly good, and you’re ready to get your hands on him when you remember there’s something you need to get straight first. “Wait, before we—before I do anything, remember— what do you say if you want me to stop?”

“…Vanilla,” Ushijima says, reciting the safeword you decided on when you were hammering out details, although the look in his half-lidded eyes is telling you very clearly that he has no intention of needing to use it.

Privately you agree, but everything you’ve read on the kink blogs you’ve been trolling for research tells you that a responsible adult doesn’t put cuffs on their partner without deciding on a safeword first, and you’re determined to do this by the book. “Good boy,” you say, and the diminutive feels awkward in your mouth until you see Ushijima’s reaction—the flash in his eyes, a minuscule hitch in his breathing next to you, and the scrape of metal against wood as he gives a light pull at the cuffs.

With everything safe and accounted for, you give a final tug to the chain to ensure it’s secure, then inch back and swing one leg over the broad expanse of his chest so you’re straddling his abdomen (and he’s so damn big that there’s a twinge of soreness in your thighs just from sitting on top of him). Fuck, he looks good like this, all spread out and pinned underneath you, so masculine and bulky that you’re feeling your pussy get wet just from watching him watching you.

It’s not often you get to appreciate him like this—usually you’re too focused on not losing your mind from how deeply he’s fucking you��so you savor it, massaging his shoulders and sliding your fingers down his sides, tracing the smooth skin with a feather-light touch and then dipping to kiss under his jaw. Feeling more than a little devious, you let your teeth graze over the thin skin at the base of his neck and with your chest pressed into his, it’s not hard to feel his sharp intake of breath.

“The marks...my teammates will notice.”

“Maybe I should stop, then,” you murmur against his skin, lifting up just enough to brush over his nipples. He stiffens, and once again you hear him tugging at the cuffs.

“…Don’t. I want them to see,” Ushijima says, and once you have his permission you don’t waste any time in latching your mouth to his skin and sucking. It’s been ages since you’ve given anyone a hickey. Usually you’re the one marked up like a teenager after Ushijima has his way with you, so this is a nice change of pace, especially when you can feel him flexing underneath you.

Well, kissing is nice…but you’re getting impatient and you know he is too. Once you’re satisfied that your hickeys are going to show up nice and bright red around his neck like a collar, you sit back, walking your hands back on his chest, stroking over his abdomen and giving a little roll of your ass on top of him. Ushijima’s hips twitch—unconsciously, you wonder?—and he glares at you in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms to hurry up and let him fuck you.

And damn it, something about that look has you feeling weak. Needy. Obedient. But this time you’re supposed to be in charge, so you smirk and lift your hips, pulling your body back so his cock is nestled between your legs, not quite touching your pussy. He’s already hard—no surprises there, considering how intently he’s watching you as you mess with him—but you only take a second to stroke his cock up and down before shifting up so he can see you slick your fingers up in your own pussy.

“(Y/N)…” Ushijima’s voice is low, annoyed, and he looks hungry. But you’re so amazed at how wet you are under your own fingers that you don’t bother to pay attention to him shifting his position under you to try to get stimulation. Your juices are literally slicking up your own thighs, just from chaining up your boyfriend and teasing him a little? You should have done this a long time ago.

You push two fingers into your pussy and pump them a few times, making sure to angle your hips so Ushijima can see them go in and out. The stretch is almost uncomfortable for a second and you wince a little before schooling your expression, knowing you’re about to have something a lot bigger than two fingers stretching you open. Ushijima catches it though, and he frowns, trying to sit up before remembering the cuffs that are holding him back. “Let me—let me do it for you—“

“No, stay down,” you say quickly, using your other hand to push him back into the mattress while you continue to touch yourself. Ushijima lets you (and there’s no doubt in your mind that he is letting you), but his eyes narrow as he zeroes in on the way your fingers are glistening with your own pussy juices.

God, you’re—you’re supposed to be in control, aren’t you? So then you shouldn’t be feeling like this, eyes drifting closed as you fuck yourself on your fingers, letting your lower knuckles rub against your clit while you try to curl them to rub against your g-spot. Ushijima’s been spoiling you…you can’t remember the last time you’ve had to do this yourself, and as you feel the tension building up slowly you catch yourself wishing it were him fingering you instead.

His fingers are just so thick. And long, and so rough. You bite your lip thinking about the way he does it when he preps you to take his cock, mashing his palm into your clit, petting along inside you and scissoring his fingers and… “Mmh,” you hum, holding back a real moan for Ushijima’s sake.

There’s another click of the chain sliding over the headboard wood and it reminds you that he’s right there, you could just uncuff him and he could touch you and fill you up with those thick fingers, make you cum, make you cry. But the urge to seek your own pleasure is outweighed by the image he’s making as he looks at you, his expression almost angry in its intensity now that he’s watching you do this to yourself and he has no way to get his hands on you.

“Ahh—“ you whine, letting a real whimper out at the thought of what you’re doing to him. “Ushi, Ushi, do you wanna touch? Wanna touch me?”

His head ducks into a hasty nod and his jaw clenches at the strain of having to ask for what he wants instead of just taking it like usual.

The longer you touch yourself, the closer you’re getting…but you don’t want to cum, not just yet. You draw your fingers out of your dripping cunt and open them up in a V, showing off the juices that connect them, the evidence of how wet you are for him. “Mmm, I don’t think so. I think there’s something else I want in me instead.”

And then you’re reaching to the side for the lube, squeezing a healthy dollop into your palm and then wrapping your hand around Ushiijma’s cock. And—fuck, he’s big. Sure, you’ve had sex with him plenty, but no matter how often you take him, you never stop feeling absolutely torn up after. A tingle of trepidation races up your spine at the thought of riding him like this—can you even put it in by yourself?

Even just looking at it is intimidating. He’s painfully hard, cock flushed red and bobbing up against his lower stomach every time you let it go, and, Jesus, how is it even possible that this thing would fit inside you? When you wrap your hand around him your fingers don’t touch; he must be thicker around than your own wrist.

Halfway. That’ll going to be your goal tonight, to take him halfway. And even that…is going to be a stretch.

The anxiety must show on your face because once again you’ve got Ushijima straining at the cuffs. “(Y/N)—“ he spits as you stroke him up, nudging your palm against the tip. “(Y/N), you need to finish first. Let me make you cum.”

“No, this time I want to—I’m gonna cum on your cock,” you say, adjusting your position so you’re kneeling above him, the head of his cock sliding between your lips. “Gonna cum on your big cock, Ushi, okay?”

His cock jumps in your hand at the provocation. He’s glaring at you, but he’s also leaking precum, the sticky fluid mixing with the lubricant. You give Ushijima a moment to say the safeword if he really doesn’t want you to, and when he stays quiet you raise yourself up a little more and line the head of his cock up with your weeping slit. You hold your pussy lips open with your fingers, easing your thighs down and pressing the head into you and—

“Oh—oh—oh, fuck, oh fuck, Ushi—“ you stutter out helplessly.

It’s been almost two weeks since he last fucked you. One week, six days and about three hours, and at the moment this measure of time seems unreasonably important because it’s been almost two weeks since you last let Ushijima split you in half with his ridiculously huge cock.

You’re not ready, should’ve prepped more, should’ve let him make you cum like he said—fuck, it feels like you’re losing your virginity—and the mixture of dismay and relief that spills over you when the thick swell of his head pushes past that tight ring of muscle is almost nauseating.

The tip? Seriously, just the fucking tip, and you’re already delirious, shaking, your thighs quivering on either side of his. It’s taking all of your strength to keep from going slack—but you know if you do, his whole cock is going to slide up into you and even thinking about that has your cunt clenching and unclenching around what you’re able to fit inside.

“Do you need help?” Despite the strain in Ushijima’s voice at being teased like this, there’s an undercurrent of amusement. He clearly doesn’t have faith in your ability to take him deeper by yourself.

It’s this—this quiet arrogance, this belief that he knows what’s best for you and he’s the only one who can give it to you—that gives you the guts to convince yourself to lower yourself down onto his his cock until you’re literally gasping for air. It fucking hurts, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it; instead, you brace your hands against the stiff muscle of his chest and try to focus on the way his cockhead is pressing into your g-spot.

Halfway…he’s gotta be at least halfway in, right? You sneak a glance up at him and bite back a curse at the look on his face, serious as ever, so focused on the place where your pussy is reluctantly eating up his cock that you feel your insides tense up around him again.

You don’t even know how it’s possible for you to get tighter around him but somehow you must be able to, because you hear Ushijima grunt underneath you, and his muscles contract under your palms as he tries again to sit up. When he can’t, he hisses in frustration. “Move…now. Or I won’t be able to control myself.”

Funny, aren’t you supposed to be the one controlling him? But it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way when you’re barely able to stay upright just from trying to ride his cock. You nod desperately, chin jutting up and down like a bobblehead, and lift your hips up off his cock until just the tip is left inside. When you push yourself back down you can’t help whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding up into you, that stiff, wet cockhead dragging over your g-spot.

By now the pain has faded into an uncomfortable stretch, like leaning too heavily into a foreign pose in yoga, enough that you’re able to feel the arousal building in the pit of your belly and hold onto it as you rock your hips up and down him. The pace is slow—almost too slow; you marvel at yourself for wanting it faster—and there’s a fair amount of Ushijima’s cock that you’re not able to take, but this is really all you can handle.

“Mmm, Ushi, fuck, you’re so big, so big and hard inside me, feels so good on your cock—“ you moan, knowing you sound less like the dominant partner in this position and more like you’re teasing him, pushing his limits.

Ushijima’s breathing is heavy. Labored. He’s trying to hold himself back. “(Y/N), deeper—take me deeper, now.”

Part of your brain vaguely recognizes that he isn’t supposed to be giving the orders here, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of fucking yourself on his cock to complain, so you lower your hips and try, but it feels like you’re just too weak to do it yourself. “Ushi please, it’s too much, too big, I can’t, please—“

And your pleading must sound like an invitation, because his eyes flash and you feel him shifting the position of his legs behind you—and then he bucks his hips up and his cock sinks into your cunt, pushing up into your gooey insides until the head is pressing into the tight opening of your cervix.

“Ahn—?” you squeal, startled. What? He—what? Fuck, it’s deep, it’s so deep, you can’t hold yourself up so you flop downward, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, “ohhh Ushi pleasepleaseplease” and you barely hear yourself over the lubed-up slap of his pelvis against your skin.

Fuck, it feels like he’s knocking the breath out of you. Feels like you can’t fucking breathe like his cock isn’t just pushing against your stomach but your lungs too, can’t breathe so you bear down on his shoulders try to hold yourself up try to let yourself adjust but—

Ushijima’s in control now.

Not that he ever wasn’t, you’d think if you were capable of thinking except you’re not because as you try to situate yourself make yourself relax around that monster cock filling you up, he’s not giving you a moment to catch your breath, instead thrusting up into you at his usual breakneck pace. Apparently he doesn’t need to use his hands to make you bounce—you’re not even moving yourself now, just trying to hold still as his hips slam his cock inside you again and again and again, and again, rubbing up against that sweet spot in your pussy so quickly that you think you might go crazy from it.

“Nngh, so tight,” he growls, and you can tell from the way the words are choked out that he’s gritting his teeth. You almost want to roll your eyes—of course you’re tight, anyone would feel tight around him—but it feels like if you do your eyes might roll back in your head so you don’t.

Jesus fuck, you can’t even understand how long it’s been but you do know that it’s absurd for you to want to cum already, only the thick mass of his cock pushing into you is somehow hitting all the right buttons, just like it always does. Even if it’s rough you want more. By now you’re trying to meet his thrusts, rolling your hips in time with him fucking you open, doing your best to participate but really it’s all you can do to even stay still with how roughly he’s fucking you. “Ushi, fuck, so deep, wanna cum I wanna cum please let me cum—“

“Touch yourself,” he commands breathlessly because he’s still tied to the headboard and he can’t do it, and you barely have the strength to pick one of your hands up off of where you’re scratching into his shoulder and pull it down to rub at your clit.

It’s not enough and you whimper desperately, you don’t want your own fingers, you want Ushijima’s, you want him to touch you. You’re probably saying it out loud by now, begging him to put his hands on you—his eyes widen and then the sound of the metal cuff chain grating over wood reaches you—you can see the skin of his wrists get lighter from lack of blood flow, he’s pulling at the cuffs, pulling too hard, he’s going to hurt himself, you have to stop him—and then you hear a snap.

Aw, shit. The bed.

The thought comes in a singular moment of clarity as you watch the rung Ushijima’s chained to separate itself from the rest of the headboard, splintering, the nail that held it in place looking pathetically flimsy next to the veins bulging in his arms as he slides the chain away from it. He flexes his hands, forming fists and then unclenching them to restore the interrupted blood flow, and then you’ve only got a second to prepare yourself before he’s upright, dragging your hips up to meet his.

“Ushi, Ushi, Ushi, I want, please, I want you,” you beg, but you didn’t really have to because you’re pretty sure there’s no force on Earth that could stop him from holding you up so he can fuck down into you with a ferocity that could be mistaken for anger if you weren’t certain it was really lust.

The entire bed is creaking and rocking against the force of his movement, but you don’t really have the headspace to worry about more property damage considering he’s got you supporting yourself on the mattress on your back and shoulders, your spine curled up so he can kneel and still have your hips aligned with his, your legs dangling bonelessly on either side of him.

Fuck. Holy fuck. You open your mouth but words don’t come out, only a choked whimper, but if you could speak you’d be saying yesyesyesyesyes, touch me.

Despite your inability to speak, Ushijima picks up on what you need and then along with his cock carving its way in and out of you you’re getting the feeling of his fingers padding over your clit. Rough and callused, not gentle, nothing like the way you touched yourself earlier, but you’re starting to realize you don’t mind the aggression. In fact, it’s good, it’s so good, so good you’re gonna cum.

You’re gonna cum.

A long, drawn-out whine is spilling out of your lips before you can stop it; you wrap your hand over your own mouth out of shame or maybe courtesy to your neighbors (although by now they’ve probably invested in earplugs after listening to you squeal like a pig on Ushijima’s cock dozens of times in the past). Still, as your climax rocks through you shove your thumb between your teeth to bite down on it, but the sharp pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.

“Ushiiiii—“ you sob around your own fingers. Your spine arches—or rather, you try to arch your back but you can’t, not with Ushijima’s full body weight pressing into you and keeping you pinned to the mattress.

It hurts, it feels good, you’re seeing stars, you’re hearing Ushijima snarl as your pussy tightens up and convulses on his cock. His one-handed grip on your ass gets painfully tight as he abandons whatever pretense of restraint he had left and pumps his cock into you so hard and fast you’re pretty sure the headboard isn’t going to be the only thing broken, but you don’t fucking care because you’re cumming, you’re cumming, you’re cumming so hard you think you black out for a second, holy fuck.

It’s only when you hear Ushijima’s panting breath and feel him pulling your hand away from your mouth that you regain your grip on reality. “You’re bleeding,” he says, holding your hand up and inspecting the shallow indentations your teeth made on your thumb.

“…You broke my bed,” you reply tiredly once you’ve gotten in a lungful of air, what feels like the first full breath you’ve been able to take since he put his cock inside you.

“I’m sorry,” Ushijima tells you, although he doesn’t look particularly sorry.

You roll your eyes. “Did you cum?”

“Yes. When you did.” Without him holding you up there’s nothing to prevent you from sliding down off his softening (but still unfairly impressive) cock. You’re certainly not strong enough to keep yourself in position.

Even if he hadn’t confirmed it, you’d still be able to feel the familiar heat of his semen plastering your insides, and once your still-sensitive pussy is exposed to the cool air your inner muscles squeeze involuntarily but hard enough to force some of his cum out—you sense it, hot and thick, dripping out of your pussy to smear against your thighs. “Can we take a bath?” you ask, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk over to the bathroom, much less stand under the shower unassisted.

Ushijima nods and moves off the bed. “I can carry you,” he adds when you try to stand up and your knees almost give out before you flop back onto the mattress.

At this angle, with you sitting and him standing in front, it’s difficult not to see that despite cumming literally less than two minutes ago, he’s already getting stiff again. Jesus, is he even human? After how hard you just came, the thought of letting him fuck you again is giving you something stronger than butterflies, but you look up at him and offer anyway. “Wait, do you…um, want to go for another round?”

Ushijima’s gaze meets yours and then travels over your body underneath him. You must look like a mess—sweaty, hair all fucked up and tangled, body still shaking with the aftershocks of your climax and barely able to sit comfortably on your aching pussy—and you guess he sees how jittery (nervous?) you feel because for the first time since your relationship started, he shakes his head to turn down an offer of sex. “No, I’ll take care of it. Let’s clean up first.”

“Okay,” you sigh, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and raising your arms to let him pick you up.

“(Y/N).”

When Ushijima doesn’t move to carry you, you frown. “Hm?”

“The cuffs.”

Oh, right. The black leather is wrapped around both of his wrists, chain still intact. Apparently these cuffs are stronger than your headboard. Good quality. Too bad they’re going in the trash. You make quick work of the release and then undo the straps carefully, massaging over the light pink marks on your boyfriend’s wrists once they’re free.

“Sorry, did it hurt you? I didn’t mean to—I mean, I just wanted…” You trail off, feeling infinitely embarrassed that despite all your claims of dominating him, he still ended up with the upper hand, cuffs or no cuffs. And you liked submitting to him. There’s no denying that.

“It didn’t. And…I enjoyed having you on top,” Ushijima tells you, lifting you effortlessly into a princess-carry now that his arms are free.

“Yeah right. We’re never using those again,” you scoff, tucking your head into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. “My boss is going to get mad that I keep taking sick days every time I have sex with you. I’m just going to throw the cuffs out.”

From your position, so close to him, you can barely see the upward quirk of his mouth that would be as good as laughter for anyone else. “Don’t get rid of them. I think…next time, I would like to have you wearing them, (Y/N).”

Well, fuck.

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