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thediaryofaurora · 8 months ago

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ticci toby nsfw headcanons 😭🤲 can’t express how much i love your hc’s bro its so good 🥹💗 pls keep cooking

☆Ticci Toby Relationship HCs☆

CW: NSFW, f!reader

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This ask single-handedly brought me out of my writing slump. I went ahead and added SFW dating HCs as well, a little bonus 🙌 Also I’m in a leg brace from soccer so I’m stuck in bed.

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★SFW★

- This guy has got a LOT on his mental plate, be prepared for that.

- He is 100% a friends to lovers type of guy. He’s not easily trusting, so that relationship really has to be built up.

- When he does have a crush on someone he beats himself up about it because he feels so stupid for thinking you’d ever like him back.

- Moving onto actually dating him, he is so so so insecure. Lots of reassurance is needed, but if you’re able to get through to him he eventually realizes you actually like him.

- Crazy touch starved. In the first few months of dating he’s super unsure of if he can kiss you or even put his arm around you, he’s HORRIFIED of crossing any boundaries and you leaving. You’ll probably have to make the first move.

- He most likely won’t be the one to ask you out. If you’ve known eachother for a while and he’s feeling a little confident there’s a possibility, but in his mind he’d rather stay friends and get to see you rather than get rejected and you not talk to him anymore.

- LOVES going on dates with you, but he’s a ball of anxiety. It should be easy to cool him down and let him know you’re enjoying it, he’s just so worried about if you’re happy or not.

- Usually thinks going on walks or sitting on a curb together is like the perfect date, ESPECIALLY in the fall. He keeps an old camera on him that he got from Brian so he can make little home videos and capture the moments you spend together.

- Picks up cool leaves, glass shards, or other things left in the forest and makes sure to show you.

- He’s actually not an awful cook. He’s a fast learner in pretty much every aspect and he already knows the basics. His mom taught him when he was young how to make some baseline German dishes, and this man can WHIP that shit up.

- Once you two are to the point in your relationship where you can cuddle, he is ALL OVER YOU. Especially when it’s raining/ thundering out and you two can lay in bed together. Since he overheats easily due to his CIPA, in the colder seasons you’ll have to leave the window open so he can stay cool.

- After seeing how his dad treated his mom, he has a pretty good grasp on how to treat a partner. At times he can fly off the handle, especially with his bipolar disorder, but afterwards he breaks down and apologizes. If at any point you even SEEM like you don’t like him anymore he gets defensive, it makes him very standoffish or snappy.

- Won’t shut up about you after you start dating. Not in a rambling way, but he finds a way to bring you up in every conversation. He doesn’t meant to, but how could he go without telling someone you’d like the flower he just walked by?

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✩NSFW✩

- VIRRRRGINNNNNNNN.

- I mean VIRGIN virgin, like this guy has had NO activity. No first kiss either. All the knowledge he has is from porn, so he’s completely clueless. If you’re both inexperienced you’ll just have to persevere.

- He’s the kind of person to get turned on looking at a picture of you fully clothed, he’s just so in love with you.

- Before you two start dating he’s 100% taking candid pictures of you or finding your instagram posts and jacking off to them.

- Massive bottom. He puts out a front for a WHILE before you’ll be able to realize he’s not a top, he doesn’t want to look like a sissy. If you suggest being on top he’s BLOWN AWAY. Acts like he’s just doing whatever you want, but afterwards you definitely realize he’s been waiting for it.

- Sensitive as hell. He’s a loud one, but again he doesn’t want to look weak or not masculine enough. He tries to hold his moans and whimpers back and grunt instead, but if you do it just right he’s a whimpering, whining, PANTING, mess. Kiss his neck? He’s rock hard. Even if you’re just giving him a hickey he’s whimpering and bucking his hips into you.

- Tits man 100%. Doesn’t matter what size, the fact that they’re there is enough. When you’re on top of him he prefers for you to face him so he can watch them bounce. When he’s on top he’s usually in missionary so he can still see them.

- Hair pulling kink, specifically his. He can’t feel the pain, but the yank drives him CRAZY.

- Big on oral. Giving or receiving, he doesn’t care. If he’s giving he prefers for you to sit on his face, but he’d never admit that.

- His favorite place to do it is tight spaces. Closets, cars, narrow alleyways. Especially if it adds to the thrill of getting caught.

- STAMINA. He cums crazy fast, but he’s definitely able to make up for it with how many rounds he can go. Even if he came a few minutes ago, it’s already up and ready to go again.

- Likes to have music playing in the back while you do it. He probably already made a playlist the second you started dating, but if you ever want to choose the music he doesn’t mind.

- At first he’s self conscious about his abilities, but after some time and seeing how good you feel he’s a cocky motherfucker. Slyly grinning and looking at you all worn out after a few rounds boosts his ego to the moon.

- Dim lighting all the way. He wants to be able to see you, but he feels too exposed when it’s too bright.

- Not completely opposed to a threesome, it depends on who it is. He’s more protective than possessive, so if he trusts the person enough he’d be okay with it. If it had to be anyone in the mansion it would probably be Cody or Liu, but he’d make sure you’re okay with it.

- Rabid horny teenager.

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blxvdlusttxx · 1 month ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 Ticci Toby, Jeff the Killer, Liu Woods, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer x reader (separate)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 The creeps and how they give and receive hickeys

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 NSFW, sexual content (all parts), Mentions of blood (EJ's part) accidental minor injuries (EJ and Toby's) mentions of sex, mentions of rough sex (Jeff), Pre-established relationship, no use of y/n, mentions of abuse (Toby's part)

Reader is mainly G!N, but some of Nina's part is aimed at a fem!aligned reader or a reader who wears makeup

⦻ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 ⦻

Ugh i need him so bad- WHO SAID THAT

He loves them, giving and receiving

He of course can't feel pain, but the feeling of the pressure of his skin between your teeth and your hair tickling his neck makes his head spin and body feel fuzzy

If you pull his hair while giving them to him he'll melt, the feeling of his head getting pulled back rips a needy whine from his throat instantly

He wears them with absolute pride, no shame at all

he was abused and has been bullied practically all his life, the fact that you love him enough to mark him as yours makes him all giddy and teary eyed MY SWEETIE UGH

If he's teased about them (particularly Jeff cause he's a literal goblin) he'll brush them off with a dopey grin on his face

When he sees them in the mirror he gets bright red and flustered, his cheeks turning a pretty pink

His favorite place to receive hickeys are on his neck and surprisingly his hips

He's very ticklish on the sides of his stomach and hips

While he can't feel pain, people with CIPA can feel tickling and respond very well to it, so your gentle kisses and love bites have him breathily giggling

Cutie pie always turns into a squirming mess

Now giving them, he can be a little shy about it

He's accidentally bitten too hard due to his ticks, definitely headbutted you a couple times by accident so he's a little hesitant

If you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him where you wanted them though? good luck getting him off of you

He like's leaving them on the sides of your neck, but if you're a little shyer about having visible hickeys, he'll leave a couple of small ones that you can easily cover with your hair or a hood

He also likes leaving them on your thighs before he... ya kneoww

Hearing your soft moans and gasps as he sucks bruises into your skin has him fighting not to bust then and there ngl... he just loves you okay

Can you tell he's my favorite to write for

⦻ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

This little shit

Be prepared to be COVERED in them

I mean covered he has ZERO SHAME

he's not big on receiving them, he can't sit still long enough honestly

but he'll take his sweet ass time giving them to you

he's so mf rough with it too, they're definitely gonna be tender when he's done with you

he makes them huge too just to add to the embarrassment

His favorite place to give you them is your neck and chest

While he's pounding you into the mattress (or anywhere let's be honest he'd fuck you in a gas station bathroom if you let him) he'll be sucking and biting your neck and wherever he can reach

If you can manage to pin him long enough to give them to him, he's a mess

It's hard to tell when he's blushing due to the skin bleaching and burns scattered around his body, but the tips of his ears are bright pink

Just don't point it out or he'll throw a hissy fit

He does like the attention, but he'll be squirming the entire time, too eager to get his hands on you

If you pin his hands down however, he'll be absolutely whipped for you a giant brat about it

If you can't get this goblin to sit still, just climb on his lap, grind your hips down on his cock and suck on his neck he'll be groaning and panting in no time

He like's getting them on his collar bones/shoulders

He, like Toby, would wear them with pride if you left them on his neck

It's just something about the way that when they're only for him to see when he takes off his sweater that riles him up

⦻ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⦻

He can't really receive them, well he can but they're barely visible due to his grey skin

He likes them in private places like his shoulders and thighs

He's not big on giving them to you either, he has razor sharp teeth so it makes giving you hickeys a bit difficult

He's accidentally drawn blood from nicking you with his teeth numerous times unless your into that then woof good luck getting him off of you

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually very gentle with you in bed unless he's in heat then you're not gonna be able to walk for a week

Since you're likely human, he knows you're fragile compared to his demonic strength so he's very gentle and calculated

He knows bodily anatomy better than anyone, knowing exactly what places will make you fall apart

He'll leave subtle hickeys on your most sensitive parts

He doesn't leave them super dark, just dark enough that you can tell what it is to avoid nicking you

When you try and leave them on him, he'll let you, gently running his claws through your hair while chuckling at your eager attempts to mark him

⦻ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 ⦻

Such a soft and gentle lover

Liu is very reserved, so he's not one to want them in visible places

if you leave them on his neck he will basically glue his scarf to himself in public to avoid drawing attention to his neck, he already hides the scar there, he doesn't want to draw more attention to it

Like Toby, he likes then you leave them on the sides of his stomach and his hips

it's private, and when you hug him he can feel the pleasurable pain of the tender bruises and that alone could have him rubbing his thighs together

When you look up at him with that glint in your eye and teasing smile on your face while your marking his hips? he's gone, resorted to a panting mess with his hips bucking

He likely won't leave them visible places on you either

His favorite place to leave them is on your ribs and chest

He likes hickeys when they're only for you both to see, it's like a dirty little secret between the both of you and it honestly flusters him a bit

He enjoys hickeys because it makes him feel like your claiming him as yours, he can get a little self conscious sometimes, especially if your around the more flirty people in the mansion or if your around his brother

But when he gets alone he'll just lift up his shirt and smile, cheeks dusting a faint pink

If you notice him feeling like this, and slide your hand around his waist, gently pressing into where you've left hickeys as a reminder that he's yours, he'll be practically dragging you up to your shared bedroom

He's cute with leaving hickeys on you too, often leaving them in shapes of little hearts scattered around your chest

⦻ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻

god she's obsessed with them

Literally leave them EVERYWHERE on her, and she could die happy

She's not afraid to flaunt them, she'll even often wear more revealing clothing like a tank top to show them off

And rub them in Jeff's face pfft

She's obsessed with you, you're her entire world, so leaving those marks on her makes her all blushy and giggly

She's okay with leaving them anywhere on you, she just likes leaving them on you

Like Liu, she'll often leave them in little shapes like hearts or starts

Yes she has and continues to mark her name into your skin

Please do the same to her oh my god you'll have her whining and so prettily flustered

She's such a sweetheart I love her so bad

Along with hickeys, if you leave them while wearing lipstick? she'll marry you right there

you have to force her to wipe the lipstick off cause she will not take it off

If you're not a fan of visible hickeys, she'll leave them in hidden places and just leave lipstick kisses on your neck and face (if you'll let her)

Please let her you will not regret seeing the pure joy in her eyes

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #fanfiction #x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu #liu woods x reader #liu woods #jeffrey woods #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #smut

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i-cant-sing · 1 year ago

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Yandere Batfam x reader who cant feel pain

HEhehehe i just remembered a disease and I just had to write about a reader with it x yandere batfam.

Have you guys heard of CIPA? Its "Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis" which is basically a genetic condition when a patient cant feel pain to any noxious stimulus and can also not sweat, and yall are probably like "but SNoWWW, that doesnt like a diSEase. More like a superpower!!!" um no. You need to be able to feel pain or else you wont know what part of your body has been injured and get help before its too late. You could have thumbtack plunged in your foot and u wouldnt know unless it got infected and u probably saw ur foot changing color.

And now yall are like "but SNoWw, the anhidrosis part, where u cant sweat, sounds nice! who would to look like a sweaty pig in this age????" NO! Sweating is a necessary physiologic phenomenon because it lets your body cool down as it releases heat. If you dont sweat, you'd overheat and DIE!

Okay now that we've covered the basic info, lets get into it:

So, Batfam finds out about reader when she's just running into danger with little to no care for self preservation, and they dismiss it as you being just another dumb teen wanting to be hero and "change the world". Time passes by and Bruce is impressed by your passion and decides to take you under his wing.

It isnt until months later that Bruce discovers something odd about your behaviour. You were standing in the kitchen with the rest of the batkids, laughing and having a good time when he saw Dick had pulled out a hot pan of cookies from the oven and placed it on the aisle. The pan slipped, and without thinking, you had grabbed the hot pan with your bare hands very calmly and placed it back on the aisle, without so much as a hiss of pain or even a sweat.

And now that he thinks about it, Bruce has never seen you sweat. Not during training, not during summer, not even when after you ran laps around the mansion.

With a quick search on the Internet, he finds out about the disease and of course its Dick who he confides in first about his suspicions. Soon, the rest of the batfam has heard the rumours and now they're all watching you keenly to see if its true.

But Jason is the one who tests out the theory quickly by spilling some hot tea on your hand when you were busy talking to Tim about the importance of sleep. The room goes dead silent as they watch your hand turn red, yet you fail to react. It took you a few seconds to realise that they're all looking at you, and when you follow their gaze, it takes you a few seconds to react.

Or fake a reaction.

You shriek, pulling your reddening hand as you run to the sink and run it under cold water, your mind trying to come up with an excuse. But you know its too late when Bruce's hand comes to clasp your shoulder, pulling you away from the sink as his eyes examine your injured hand and... you.

"Bruce I-"

"I know, Y/n." He gives you assuring nod, carefully bandaging your hand as you sat in his office. "You have CIPA, hm?"

You looked down. Why bother lying? He's Batman, he'll find out anyways.

Bruce lifted your head and smiled gently at you. "Its okay. I'm not disappointed in you. I just... you could've told me." You shook your head. "If I did, you would've treated me differently... like a freak."

He sighed. "You are different, but I would've never treated you like a freak. You're not a freak. If anything, between us, I'm more of a freak than you." He was talking about being a hero, but you giggled at the thought of him referring to being a rich dude who cosplays in spandex.

Bruce cupped your cheek and smiled. "I promise, no one will treat you like a freak. But we will have to take some precautions for your safety."

He lied. You've never felt more like a freak than you do now.

Every single day would start off with Dick waking you up and sticking a thermometer in your mouth because he needs to make sure that you're not overheating, even though Bruce has set a thermostat in your room that he controls and he's programmed it to turn your room temperature change by the hour.

Then Dick would start checking you all over for any bruises or injuries, even a scratch, that you may have caused yourself in your sleep. Originally, Damian was the one who had a whole checklist as he examined your body, but that all ended the moment you smacked him when he asked you to lift your shirt. Dick would just have you go and check yourself in the bathroom and trust you when you said you're all good. Also, you're much nicer to Dick than you are to the rest of the brothers (its his puppy dog eyes and that sweet voice that compels you to do as he asks. He's just too nice.)

Dick would then lead you to down for breakfast with the family, where Alfred already has your glucometer out because of course, they must check your blood sugar level every day, lest they find out you're diabetic or something. Only then would you be served your meal, which is a highly nutritous, perfeclty seasoned, balanced dish because they want to make sure you dont have any vitamin deficiencies (because how would they know???? you dont feel pain). But you cant eat just yet. No no, whichever brother is closer, most often Jason, will first taste your food to make sure its not too hot to consume (because you dont realise you've burned the roof of your mouth that one time when Tim ate a slice of pizza that was fresh out of the oven and huppahhuffpuhh the morsel out). Jason would then give you the go to eat and you finally do. You make sure to finish the whole plate (because otherwise Bruce will make note of it and then interrogate you "medically" why you didnt feel like eating all of it?)

After breakfast, while the rest of the batkids get to go to school and work, you dont (because Bruce thinks that your immune system could be weak and he cant risk you catching any diseases from the outside.) No, you get a special trip to the infirmary where Bruce and Alfred do a more thorough medical check up, taking your vitals, JOTTING IT DOWN, while Alfred hooks you up to an IV drip of vitamins. And even though they go to such extents to ensure that you're healthy, they still take you to a skilled doctor once a week for regular check ups. Bruce wanted to keep the doctor in the house to do daily check ups, but you talked him out of it that you dont want to feel like a lab rat who has her blood taken every day. Once a week is fine, Bruce.

Once the medical check up is done, Bruce would then take you with him, either to Wayne enterprises where you sit in his office as he imparts you "business education that no school can teach you." which you believe because... well he has managed to triple the Wayne wealth even after his parents death. If he's working from home, then he'll let you accompany him in his home office where you can either read a book he chose for you (because Bruce prefers to homseschool you himself) or do a puzzle/case he created specifically for you. If he's working in the batcave, then he'll let you tag along but you can only work here by brainstorming or doing some computer research, but in no way are you allowed to ever go on field and fight. No, not since your last incident.

Just 2 months ago, you were patrolling with Jason (because Bruce refused to let you go alone now. He just wont risk it) and you encountered some bad guys who were a little more well equipped than you two had expected. A fight broke out, and in the process you got hurt badly. Of course, you didnt realise it because you didnt feel any of the punches or the bone fracturing. Jason could only look at you in dread as you smashed your head against the villain's head until the guy passed out, all while your nose bled, you were covered in bruises from top to bottom, AND you had a bone sticking out of your arm.

"Jay? I think I'm hurt?" You asked as blood coated your teeth.

After that, Bruce forbid you from going out on the field altogether because you just dont know when to stop. If it werent for bones sticking out or blood dripping down your face, you wouldnt know that you've been injured.

Anyways, at lunch, almost everyone has returned from work/school and you get yet another balanced meal (temperature tested by another brother). You're now scheduled for some exercises, usually conducted by Damian (under Dick's supervision because otherwise, you'd just be smacking that devil's spawn.) You guys use the gym in the basement, where Damian makes you run on the treadmill for some time, during which he does not take his eyes off you once because he needs to know when he should stop you, especially since you dont sweat or are even huff. If he didnt keep time, you could probably run for a long time and not realise that your legs or lungs are begging you to stop and take a break. As you hop off the machine, he's immediately taking your temperature. He does it after every exercise he makes you do.

After that is done, you spend time with Tim who likes to have you try on little gadgets that should "help you feel pain", but so far, he hasnt had any luck (but he doesn seem to be doing good in disguising trackers in your daily wear things). Oh and Damian loves to join in because he gets to sneak up on you and prick you with needles to help Tim see if your sensory pathways work. They dont, but you dont need your pain receptors to detect Damian coming up behind you as you smack him when he tries to prick you.

Then dinner is served, and then you're ushered straight to bed where Dick, or more often- Bruce has you do a self check like the one Dick does in the morning, but Bruce also makes sure to check your eyes to see if you "accidentally scratched your cornea" or whatever, tucks you in, tells you that he's so proud of you for how youre handling this and that you can come to him anytime, for anything. He kisses your forehead, wishes you goodnight, and leaves.

Half an hour later, Jason sneaks into your room with the goodies- junk food and video games. You two have the strongest bond because Jason is the one who treats you the most normal, and Jason does it partly to piss off Bruce but partly because he cares about your mental health. He knows it cant be good for you to be cooped up in the mansion under supervision like a bird in a gilded cage.

So sometimes, he sneaks you out of the mansion and takes you out on late night rides on his bike. You can even watch him fight villains, but you're sat far away and can never interferre.

Unfortunately for you two, this sneaking out will have to end because Bruce had recently decided to set up some cameras in your room because he wanted to make sure you slept well without any abnormal breathing patterns. Bruce hopes he doesnt have to use restraints on you, because he's not blind. He knows you're uncomfortable with this intricate routine and knowing your impulsive self, you'd probably break your own bones to get out of these restraints. And then he'll be forced to use sedatives and he really doesnt wanna rely on drugs... he likes your company when you're not droopy.

And as Bruce had anticipated, you broke down. You finally tried to leave, and he could see the color draining your face as you realised that there is no leaving.

"Why isnt the door opening?" You asked Bruce, as his four sons slowly surrounded you.

"You dont have to run away, Y/n-" He tried to calm you down but you flinched away, eyes wide as you looked at him like he was going to harm you.

"Bruce, why isnt the fucking door opening?" Your voice trembled, shooting him teary glare before focusing your eyes back on the boys who were closing in on you.

"You're meant to stay here, inside, where its safe." He answered, heart aching at the alarmed stance you took, your fight-or-flight was going to kick in. He took another step towards you, hands raised in surrender. "We can keep you safe-" thats all it took for you to bolt as the boys began chasing you. Realistically, you knew you couldnt escape them but something about their intensely concerned calls for your name had you jumping out of the window.

Glass shattered and sharp shards embedded themselves in your skin and feet, but you didnt react to them. No, your brain wasnt screaming in pain, it was screaming for you to get out!

Adrenaline pumped you to run into the dark woods surrounding the mansion, but you were soon knocked to the ground by Dick, who cushioned your fall by placing you on top of him as his hands wrapped around your form like a cage. "Y/n, calm down and listen-"

You began thrashing in his arms, screaming in agony. "Let ME GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME-!" Dick's arms loosened instinctively and you took that as a chance to elbow him in the throat and run, thanking some deity for letting Dick forget that you cant feel pain.

But your relief is short lived as Damian catches you and pushes you to the ground harshly. "Damian! Be careful! She could break a bone-"

"Bones can heal, Drake." Damian barked back, pulling you up before he pushed you against tree. "Let me go, you maniac-" Damian's hand clamped around your throat, making you shut up. "You're the one who's a maniac. Look at you! You've fucking hurt yourself because if your astounding stupidity!"

You whimpered, clawing at his hand wrapped around your throat. "Dami- p-please let go- you're hurting me!" You cried out, but your eyes went wide as he squeezed your throat and bared his teeth at you. "Not falling for it, dumbass." So... fooling Damian wasnt as easy a feat as it was fooling Dick.

You stopped the act and looked at him dead serious. "Let me go, Damian, or-"

"Or what?"

Or what? Or what? Did he think you were out of options? Out of escape plans?

You dont know why, but that triggered something inside you.

Damian and Tim could only watch as you suddenly slammed the back of your head against the tree. "Y/n-" He gasped in horror as you leaned your head forward before slamming it back against the hard rough surface. This time, Damian's hand that was wrapped around your neck felt your blood around his fingers.

"Its my life and I get to decide how I should live it." You sneered before raising your head again to bash it, but Damian's hand quickly slipped from your neck to the back of your head, cushioning it when you smacked it back, the skin on the back of his hand breaking as it made contact with the bark.

You pushed him away and tried to make a run for it, but Tim grabbed your wrist. You tried to pull away, but he had a death grip on it. "Y/n, stop! You need to listen-"

"Oh is that so? I think I need this." You used your other hand to punch yourself in the face (because Tim would've dodged it if you punched him), making your nose bleed. But you didnt feel any pain, and now you were acting like a super soldier zombie that has no concept of self preservation who is going through fucked up lengths to prove her point.

Your eyes caught the sight of a glass shard poking out of your thigh. "Wanna see something cool?" You pulled out the shard, not paying mind to the blood oozing out. "Y/n, stop-" Tim begged, and you saw Damian froze in the back as you raised the shard.

They didnt know what your next target was- slashing your wrists, slitting your throat, or stabbing your stomach, but fortunately, they didnt have to find out as Jason came up behind you and injected you with a tranquilliser.

Sadly, you never felt the prick or sensed the hero sneaking up behind you.

thoughts? also, what other diseases would u guys like me to write for. i just adore these cool medical abnormalities lol

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darlingdreadwrites · 7 months ago

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Healing Touches

paring: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

Summary: You wake up and can tell that Toby is sick. He’s infuriatingly stubborn about it.

contains: fluff, sickfic, kissing, cuddling, sick toby, sassy toby

warnings: first fanfic i've ever posted (i apologize in advance), inaccurate portrayal of cipa if that's super important to you (he sweats), mention of making out, swear words, insults used affectionately

word count: 1k+

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a.n: finally decided to suck it up and post something. i was gonna post a stalker-y riddler fanfic first (i say "stalker-y" and he's literally watching you through your webcam LOL), but i'm just gonna do a fluffy one.

You stir from your slumber and your ears pick up on the deep exhale from the body holding you tightly from behind. You're warmer than how you usually wake up next to Toby. And sweatier. You stretch your back a bit to try and wiggle out of your hunched over position and feel as your shirt sticks to you stubbornly. Gross.

Pulling your outstretched hand from its laid-out position front of you, you use it to shield your eyes as you open them. It’s dark, of course, thanks to the black-out curtains, but it’s a habit you can’t put down. You blinked once, then again and try to wake yourself up enough to care what time it was. Why’d you wake up, anyway? And why were you sweating, most importantly. The scratchy clearing of your still-sleeping boyfriend’s throat seemed to make you suspicious.

You remove the hand pressed to your brow and rest it on top the forearm that tightly encircles your waist. The skin is warm and just a little clammy. Now, you’re no doctor, but you’re 50 percent sure Toby might be sick. You feel his body softly rumble as he lets out a phlegmy, wet cough. Maybe you were 90 percent sure. You rub his arm absentmindedly before grabbing a fistful of the blanket over your bodies. You toss it aside in hopes for cold air to cool both of your bodies. He doesn’t stir, thankfully, since he can’t feel the temperature change.

You rack your brain and try to think of any earlier hints of this sudden ailment until your thoughts stray to other topics. You didn’t even notice that you’d been staring, unblinking, at the wall in front of you until a groan broke the comfortable silence. You feel Toby’s lips against your shoulder blade in a lazy attempt at a kiss.

“Good-good morning,” he mumbles, and you return the sentiment. You wait a few seconds before you make your accusation, already anticipating the reaction.

You shift to your other side to face him, and he grunts in protest. Both of you settle into your new positions. He drapes an arm over your waist again, urging you to come closer. You only nudge his leg with yours since you’re not particularly fond of getting anymore of his sweat on you at the moment.

“How’d you get sick, Tobes?” You ask, half-sweetly, half-accusatory. “You’re always in layers.”

“M’not suh-sick,” he insists, his brows furrowing, and the muscle twitches ever so slightly.

“No?” You push back the hair that sticks to his forehead and press your lips onto his skin. Just to check the temperature, of course. And, Jesus, it was scorching. You could smell the slight tanginess of the sweat on his scalp.

“I don’t-don’t get sssssick.”

“You’re way hotter than usual.”

He snickers at that, “Thanks.”

You should’ve seen that coming, you sigh and suppress an eyeroll.

“I meant that you have a fever, dumbass,” you give him a deadpan expression, though his eyes stay closed.

“Nnnah,” he brushes you off and you can see his jaw clenching involuntarily when he shuts his mouth.

“You’re sick.”

“You’re suh-sick.”

“I might be. Cuz of you.”

Toby’s eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes, his wide brown ones meet yours. He purses his lips, as if trying to gauge if he really was sick or not. Before he can say some other smartass comment, you lean forward to plant a kiss on his jaw. Your body aches in protest, but you raise yourself using your arm and trail more kisses up the side of his face. He exhales contently through his nose and smiles at your sudden affection. He hums in satisfaction when you finally decide to peck at his lips repeatedly. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips out into a pout as the kisses get slower and longer.

Settling back to rest your head against your pillow, your eyes flick over Toby, and you assess his state. His nose and cheeks are pinker than usual, and you can tell how flushed he is despite the dim lighting.

“D’you want me to get you water? Or make you some soup?” You offer and he opens his eyes only to roll them at you.

“I like you-like you here,” he says stubbornly.

“We can keep cuddling,” you chuckle and press the backs of your fingers against his heated cheek. “But I’m getting you some medicine later.”

“S’fine, I can’t ffffeel any...thing.”

“I don’t care, you could have the plague.”

“You’re dramatic,” he shot back, a sassy lilt in his voice.

“Can I help you?” You ask sarcastically. “Please?”

“Can we not-not just cuh-cuddle?” He uses the same tone you did. “I can’t fuh-feel being sick, so-so it doesn’t m-matter.”

“Toby,” you say dryly before repeating yourself and drawing out the syllables, “Toby.”

“O-kay, okay, Jesus.”

“Good,” you smile and scoot just a little closer to him. He gives you a goofy grin before opening his mouth and letting out a small, playful cough. You can still see the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re nasty,” you cringe and scrunch your nose. He lets out a giggle and playfully pinches at the skin of your waist. When you nudge his leg again just a little harder in response, he rubs the spot on your hip to soothe it, and you can feel his hand twitch against it.

“C…an we muh-make out?” He breaks through the wholesome moment, and you purse your lips into a thin line.

“Your breath fuckin’ reeks, my love,” you pause and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “And you’re sick.”

Toby rolls over, mouth falling open to let out a quick, disbelieving chuckle. “I am-am not si-sick.”

Laughing, you lean over to be partially draped over his chest, propping yourself up on your side and giving him a gentle kiss. He slowly lowers his eyelids, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your cheek as both of you surround yourself in the blissful moment.

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devilsxxharlot · 1 month ago

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assorted nsfw tobias rogers thoughts ;; MDNI.

wordcount: 630.

warnings: marking, overstimulation, predator/prey, mild sadism, blood, SELF-HARM (last blurb).

other: reader is gender neutral :3. also i kinda wrote this on the spot so his speaking style isn't 100% accurate (i.e, i haven't researched how to write his tics and stutters yet)! also x2, for the german, you should be able to right-click/select and choose "translate to english".

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➵ toby who's unfamiliar with having a personal relationship to something that arouses him. i imagine he might have explored porn over the years, but it was more out of curiosity, not any overwhelming urge to get off. but now, with you around, he wants it all the time. casually, intimately, in pieces, wholly—whatever way you're willing to give yourself to him, whenever you're willing.

➵ toby who's easy to get going but hard to stop. with practiced stamina and his CIPA, toby isn't slowed down by overstimulation or soreness like you might be. and, honestly, even if he was, i don't think he could help himself from begging for another round.

➵ toby who loves to make you cry. he loves listening to you sing for him, loves the way you jerk and shake and squeal when one round turns into three turns into seven. he doesn't believe you when you say you can't take it. if you couldn't take it, you wouldn't have opened your legs for him after last night. suffice to say, you've got to be into overstim to survive this relationship.

➵ toby who'll chase you through the woods and fuck you on the ground like an animal in heat. he genuinely never wants to hurt you, but knowing how your heart must be thundering as you weave between trees, well aware that you're at a disadvantage... he wonders if you're competitive enough to want to outlast him, or if you're so desperate you'd roll over and wait for him to pounce?

➵ toby who, after some assurance, can't stop himself from biting you. who, when he sees you the morning after, bruised and aching, can't help but feel a swell of pride. it was his teeth that dug into your shoulders, your chest, your hips, and your thighs—his marks that he'd make sure wouldn't be erased.

➵ toby who welcomes any scars you're willing to give him. scratch your nails along his back and engrave a story about your love into his spine; bite his shoulder so he can let the dips of your canines permanently mar his body.

➵ toby who always ends up locking his fingers together with yours when you're having sex. he knows he's not capable of being the sweet, gentle lover you deserve, one who buys you flowers and a big house and gives you a family, but the gesture is romantic enough that, for a moment, it doesn't hurt so much.

➵ toby who whimpers and begs you for more even when he's domming, babbling sweet pleas like "p-please, Hassse, one—two more, a-and then we'll be done, pr-prom-promise. doing ssso good, baby, i know you can take it. you a-always take it. can give—give me t-two more, right, baby? zu gut z-zu mir, du bissst zu gut zu mir, Ha-Hase".

➵ toby who can never stick to cockwarming or trapping you against a toy. it's all just too much, too good for him to spend time tormenting the both of you when he could inside of you, making you scream.

➵ toby who always comes inside whether it's a good idea or not. maybe after he'll consider it a lapse in judgement, knowing that he'd be in deep shit if it ever caught—but in the moment, getting you big and round with a baby sounds like a damn good idea.

➵ toby who traces any self-inflicted scars you has, kissing and trailing his tongue against them until he could remember the shape and feel and length of each one in his dreams. and who, one day, decides you should match—so in the middle of a session, he untangles his hands from yours, pulls out a pocket knife from the bedside drawer, and cuts his arms into a messy, bloody mess, all while cooing and rolling his hips into you.

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don't cancel me pls /silly.

#tw sadism #tw blood #tw self h4rm #mdni #minors do not interact #devilsxxharlot #tobias erin rogers #tobias rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut

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crazyfor-toby · 1 year ago

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Hi! First time requester here I was wondering do you have any headcannons on reader and highschool Toby losing their virginity to each other I totally understand if you’re not comfortable with that.

Summary :: reader and Toby losing their virginity to eachother

Notes :: Hi!😁 This is the first nsfw request I've got so I'm sorry if it's written poorly😭 I've been wondering when I'd finally get one but I'm totally comfortable with it I js can't take myself seriously while writing it but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings :: nsfw, cursing

Readers gender :: gender neutral, afab

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Toby literally has no experience whatsoever because before you no one ever even really talked to him other than bullies.

He is super nervous about the whole thing but the horny teenager in him has been secretly wanting to do this with you ever since you both got together.

He may have no experience at all but he knows the basics at least and even though he isn't the most romantic person he wants this to be the best experience for the both of you.

He's insecure about his body and overall general appearance so he'd probably want to have his first few times in the dark.

Ik for sure this mans a switch, but his preference is your preference so if you want to top then he's more than happy to

holds your hand the whole time, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as he leaves a hot trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone

PRAISES you so much as he waits for you to adjust around his cock as he peppers your shoulder with light kisses

Definitely doesn't take his hateful attitude to bed, especially not when it's the both of yours first time

He'll go down on you, asking if he's doing good while he holds your hips and eats you out like it's his last fucking meal

He doesn't want to hurt you at all he'll be asking over and over if he's doing good and making sure you feel as good as he does!

Though, due to his CIPA he doesn't really know how much it hurts to lose your virginity so you're going to have to tell him though he still doesn't realize😭

He's good wit it just very rough soo... it's definitely not the best first experience... but pls he's trying his best

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drowning-in-paragraphs · 7 months ago

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RECKLESS

a/n: requests are open!

jude bellingham x gf!readerfootballer

warnings: it´s suuuper long, a bit angsty and the reader has CIPA.

summary: the mix of your clumsiness, your condition and your stubbornness are driving your boyfriend, Jude crazy. After a serious injury during a match, tensions flare as his protectiveness clashes with your determination.

It was a typical day at the training ground for Jude Bellingham. The buzz of excitement around Real Madrid´s latest match win lingered in the air as the team went through their drills, but his mind wasn´t entirely focused. It was elsewhere, back home, with you.

You were supposed to meet him after yours and his training, and like always, Jude couldn´t wait. Ever since you two had started dating, he´d always found himself thinking about you during the most mundane moments of his day—how you´d smile when he´d joke about anything, the way your eyes lit up when he spoke about his passions, and even when you´d roll your eyes whenever he playfully teased you.

But lately, something else had been on his mind.

"Hey, Bellingham, you alright?" Brahim´s voice pulled him back to reality. He shook shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away.

"Yeah, yeah. Just... thinking."

Luka, who was near them, raised an eyebrow, and Brahim decided not to press any further. Everyone on the team had noticed that Jude had been a little off for the past few weeks. It wasn´t something major, but subtle things—he´d had a hard time until he focused, and he´d be constantly glancing at his phone, as if waiting for some sort of update. The captain had learned not to pry too much, but as they jogged off the field, Luka gave him a pat on the back.

Jude sighed. He knew exactly why he couldn´t get you off his mind. It was the bruises.

At first, he thought it was just a few clumsy accidents. You always were the type to bump into things—doorframes, tables, chairs that you´d swear hadn´t been there a minute ago... It was endearing in a way, your natural clumsiness, but it also terrified him.

The extent of the bruises, wounds, or sometimes cuts, were usually too significant for you to ignore. At first you joked around, really thinking you had some sort of “superpower or superstrength” because you didn’t even realize it or feel pain, but one day, after cutting yourself trying to cook, you both realized that you didn’t feel anything at all.

Jude insisted you go to the doctor. There, you were given a diagnosis that, coupled with your natural clumsiness, had your boyfriend worried sick the whole time.

The thing about you was that you didn´t just bruised easily—you never felt the ache. You had CIPA, which was a rare condition where you couldn´t feel physical pain, no matter how severe the injury. You could trip, fall, even break a bone, and you wouldn´t even flinch. And while you took it in stride, laughing it off most of the time, Jude wasn´t so easily comforted.

He remembered the first he´d recognized the severity of it. You had shown up to his place with a bruise the size of an apple on your thigh and hadn´t even realized it was there until he pointed it out.

"Babe, it´s just a bruise," you´d said, laughing it off.

"You really don´t feel that? It looks bad," Jude had pressed, his voice laced with worry.

"Nope," you had replied with a shrug. "Perks of the condition, I guess."

But Jude didn´t see it as a perk. He saw it as dangerous. What if something worse happened and you didn´t even know? What if you hurt yourself badly, and by the time someone noticed, it was too late?

And now, it seemed like every time he saw you, there was a new injury. Sometimes on your arms, other times on your knees, and you always had the explanation: "I just bumped into something, no big deal."

However, he wouldn't calm down until he saw you and made sure you hadn't crashed into a table that day.

That afternoon, as training wrapped up, Jude´s phone buzzed with a text from you: "See you in 30 at your place?" He smiled at the message but quickly sobered when he imagined what new mark he might see today.

When you arrived at his apartment, you were greeted with his warm embrace and a kiss on the forehead. But as soon as he pulled back, his eyes darted to your body, scanning you.

"What´s this?" he asked, gently running his fingers over the small purple bruise on your elbow.

You sighed, recognizing the tone in his voice. "Jude, it´s nothing. I just bumped into a cabinet this morning. You know how I am."

"Yeah, but... babe, you´re covered in scratches, bruises and cuts all the time," he said, frustration creeping into his voice. "You can´t keep brushing it off like this."

"I have to brush it off because it´s not a big deal," you said, pulling your arm away from his touch. "I don´t feel it. It´s just part of living with CIPA."

Jude´s jaw tightened. "But you can´t feel when something´s wrong. That´s what scares me."

"I´m careful!" you protested, though you knew deep down that that wasn´t entirely true. You tried to be careful, but your clumsiness combined with your condition meant accidents were inevitable. Still, Jude´s constant worrying was starting to wear on you. "You´re always hovering, Jude. Lately, I can´t even walk around without you asking me if I´m okay."

"Because I care about you," he said, his voice rising with exasperation. "Do you know how hard it is to watch the person you love get hurt and not even realize it?"

Your chest tightened. You hated seeing him like this, but you also hated being treated like you were fragile. "Jude, I´m not made of glass."

"No, but you could seriously hurt youself, and you wouldn´t even know it!"

You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling up inside you. "I don´t need you to baby me. I´m fine. I´ve been living with this my whole life. Just because I now have a diagnosis doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to take care of myself."

But Jude wasn´t letting it go. "You say that, but every time I see you, there´s something new. What if one day it´s not just a bruise, huh? What if you break something and don´t notice? Or worse?"

"I would notice, Jude!" you shot back, your voice cracking slightly. "I´m not reckless."

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. "You don´t get it. I see these marks, and it just... it scares me. It makes me think I´m not doing enough to protect you."

Your heart should´ve softened a bit at that, but the weight of his protectiveness was beginning to feel like a cage. "I don´t need protecting, Jude. I need you to trust that I can handle myself."

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his eyes pleading. "You can´t."

For the next few days, the tension between the two of you hung in the air, and in an attemp to ease Jude´s worries, you started hiding the bruises. You wore long sleeves, pulled your socks up higher to cover the marks on your legs, concealer for the more noticeable spots, and became more concious about how you presented yourself around him. It wasn´t like you were trying to lie to Jude; you just wanted to avoid another argument. You thought it was working. That things were getting better.

That was until an incident during your training. The match was near and you´d been pushing yourself hard, trying to keep up with your personal goals, when you took a bad fall. Of course you didn´t even realize anything was wrong until one of your teammates pointed out later in the changing room.

You had look at it, but decided that it wasn’t that bad to take care of, and now you were cooking dinner to surprise your boyfriend after his own training session.

He´d walked in, tired but smiling, and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Smells amazing," he murmured.

You smiled, leaning into his warmth. "Just wait until you taste it."

But when his hands brushed against your sides, he froze, his fingers suddendly stopped tickling your skin and felt tense.

"Y/N..." His voice was sharp, and you knew immediately what was coming.

"What?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light as you stirred the pot in front of you.

He pulled back just enough to spin you around to face him, his hands sliding under your shirt to reveal the large scratch and bruise on your ribs. It was deep purple, spreading across your side.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, his tone a mixture of anger and fear.

You winced—not from pain, but from the look on his face. You hadn´t even realized the bruise was that bad.

"I...I fell during training," you stammered. "It´s fine, Jude, it´s not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" His voice rose, panic edging into it. "This is exactly what I´ve been talking about! You didn´t even notice!"

"Because it doesn´t hurt!" you argued, frustration creeping up your skin. "Jude, I can´t help it. I don´t feel pain like you do. I´m not going to feel every little thing."

"That's the—," he began, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't scream, but that didn´t work. "That's the problem!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls. "You don´t feel it, and you´re not being careful, you keep getting hurt. And I can´t keep watching you like this, wondering if one day it´ll be worse than a bruise or a scrape."

"Stop!" you shouted back, your patience snapping. "You treat me like I´m going to break!"

For a moment, the only sound in the room was both of your breathing heavily, staring at each other. His eyes were wild with anger, and you felt the weight of his words hanging heavy between you.

But deep down, you knew he was right. You weren't taking care of yourself, and you had been lucky that you hadn't been severely hurt yet. You thought about him being freshly injured every day, and your heart sank.

"I’m sorry," you admitted. "You’re right."

He looked at you with an expression that was a mix of worry and frustration. He was angry and most likely needed some time to cool down. "You can't keep going like this. You have to prioritize yourself or I think I'll go crazy."

You watched him, a mix of gratitude and defiance swirling inside you. Clearly, Jude meant well, but the thought of listening to him felt like a loss of control over your own autonomy. You took a deep breath, pushing aside the surge of vulnerability. “I’m fine,” you said firmly, holding his gaze. “I need you to trust me.” And with that, you turned slightly and continued with dinner.

The next day, the sun was high, casting its warmth across the Real Madrid Femenino stadium as you laced up your boots in the locker room. Game day always came with a rush of excitement, and you thrived in the electric atmosphere that football brought to your life. As a midfielder for Real Madrid’s women’s team, you were used to the pressure, the intensity, and the speed of the game. It was your passion, and nothing could keep you off that pitch.

Jude had been to countless matches of yours before, watching from the stands with pride. Today was no different. He had been in the crowd since the warm-up, watching your every move, but he was already tense. After your constants discussions he watched with a little bit of worry, but you were good at compartmentalizing your life on the pitch. Here, you were a footballer. The rest? That could wait until after the final whistle.

When the whistle blew to start the game, you felt the familiar surge of adrenaline as the ball moved fluidly between your teammates. Everything was going smoothly until about the 70th minute, when the pace of the game shifted. The opposing team was down by a goal, and they were getting desperate, pushing harder and playing rough.

It happened in an instant.

One moment, you were chasing down a loose ball, and the next, a defender from the opposing team came charging in too hard. You didn’t see her until it was too late. Her cleats collided with your leg, sending you sprawling onto the pitch. The impact was brutal, your body twisting awkwardly as you hit the ground. Blood immediately pooled from a deep gash along your shin, staining the grass beneath you.

But as always, you felt nothing. No pain. Just the rush of confusion and the startled gasps from the crowd.

Jude was already standing in the stands, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw you lying on the ground, bleeding from your wound. He started to complain as the rest of the stands, filled with family members of your teammates that yelled as well. He felt his throat close up, helpless as he watched the medical team rush onto the field.

The referee blew the whistle to stop the game, and the medics were quick to assess the damage. But, of course, you were already pushing yourself up, brushing them off with a wave of your hand.

“I’m fine! I can keep playing,” you insisted, trying to shake them away.

One of the medics, a woman with furrowed brows and a calm but firm tone, knelt beside you. “Y/N, you’re bleeding. We need to take you off the pitch.”

But you were stubborn, standing up fully now, albeit wobbling slightly. “I’m fine. Let me keep playing. We only have 20 minutes left.”

Misa Rodríguez, your captain, approached, looking at you with a mixture of concern and disbelief. “You’re injured. Go inside, don´t worry, we got this.”

“I’m telling you, I’m fine!” you argued, frustration bubbling up inside you. You didn’t feel the pain, you didn’t feel anything, and you didn’t see the point in leaving the match. Your team needed you.

The referee shook his head. “You’re coming off. That’s final.”

You couldn’t help it—the anger got the better of you. “This is ridiculous! I can play! I’m not even in pain!”

It was then when the referee pulled out a red card, holding it up in your direction. The public gasped, and you stood there, stunned. You couldn’t believe it. You were being sent off—not for your injury, but for arguing.

The medical staff moved in quickly after that, no longer asking for your permission. They carried you off the pitch as you continued to protest, and the frustration burned in your chest.

Jude had been pacing for what felt like hours. As soon as he saw you bleeding, he’d practically jumped out of his seat, his anxiety skyrocketing. He knew how stubborn you were, how you didn’t feel pain, but this? This was something else. It was as if the last few weeks and the fights hadn’t meant anything. You weren’t just clumsy and stubborn anymore; you were downright masochistic and irresponsible. Jude was going out of his mind trying to think of the first thing to say, crossing his fingers that the impact wouldn’t be as strong as it seemed. He was really pissed off.

The second they took you into the medical room, he’d rushed down from the stands, demanding to know what was happening, practically climbing the walls of the stadium with worry. He didn’t care that the game was still going on, didn’t care about anything except getting to you.

When he finally found you in the medical room, sitting on the exam table with a bandage wrapped around your leg, he felt a mixture of relief and frustration flood through him.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Jude practically burst through the door, his voice sharp with panic.

You looked up, startled by the intensity in his voice. “Don´t worry. It’s just a cut.” And you tried to smile, maybe that could calm him down.

“A cut?” he echoed, his voice rising. “You were bleeding all over the pitch, Y/N! And you wanted to keep playing?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to stay steady, but his frustration was starting to grate on you. “I didn’t feel it, okay? I wasn’t in pain. I could’ve finished the game.”

Jude ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small room. “What? Are you serious right now?”

You sunk in the stretcher. “Jude, I’m a footballer. Injuries happen. It’s part of the game.”

He stopped pacing and turned to face you, his eyes full of desperation. He was going to say something, but before that, you interrupted him.

Your chest tightened at his eyes. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was overreacting. “I get it, Jude, I do. But you can’t keep freaking out every time something happens to me. I know my limits.”

“Do you?” Jude shot back, his voice harsh. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. You’re so focused on proving that you’re fine that you don’t realize how dangerous this is. You should have stopped the game. You should’ve let them take care of you, but instead, you’re arguing with the ref like it’s nothing! Every single footballer knows that when blood is spilled, they should go to be taken care of.”

You stood up, despite the medics telling you to sit down. “Jude, I can handle myself!” you insisted, your voice rising above the chaos of the field outside.

“Handling yourself doesn’t mean ignoring common sense,” he shot back, frustration lacing his words. "You’re not invincible. You’ve got to understand that. I love you, I can´t keep seeing you injured. I can´t. Please, Y/N."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. For a moment, you were silent, staring at him, trying to find the right response. You’d always been independent, ever since your diagnosis you had brushed off your condition as something you could manage on your own. But Jude wasn’t just worried for the sake of it—he was scared. Scared of losing you, of seeing you hurt without being able to do anything about it.

“I...” you started, but the words caught in your throat. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

Jude stepped closer, his voice softening slightly, though the worry still lingered. “I know you want to keep playing, and I know you’re strong. But you can’t keep acting like you’re invincible. If you keep being reckless, something might happen and that terrifies me.”

You lowered your gaze, feeling the weight of his words. “I’m sorry,” you finally said, your voice quieter now. “I just... I didn’t want to scare you. I love you.”

Jude sighed, stepping forward to gently cup your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I love you too. I need you to be safe.”

You nodded, feeling the tension between you finally begin to ease. “I’ll try to be more careful. I promise.”

Jude pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Thank you." He kissed you again. "Now, let´s get this healed."

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Hi!! this is my first time requesting anything but i was wondering if you could do creepypasta boys were you kiss / compliment there scars!

Kissing their scars (various crp)

Bro I scratched my skin right next to this burn last week and it HURTS so bad

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack

Notes: Reader is GN, fluff, these boys need help

CWs: talks of violence in.. well all of them, mentioned of self harm in Jeff's part

Jeff

You decide to kiss the gashes in his cheeks, the ones that he carved.. he never really viewed them as anything very negative; sure it reminds him of the night he killed his entire gamily.. a fact he has a very wishy washy feeling of guilt over depending on the day

At first he thinks you're trying to kiss his cheeks but you make it very clear what you're trying to do when you begin to compliment them- they've healed so well since theyve been put there

Between the three he tries to play it off the most, of course it looks nice- they make him beautiful, and he always will be beautiful! What are you talking about reader?

Hes not at all willing to be vulnerable around you, it doesnt matter how long you two know each other or how close you get he never.. really let's himself just be in his feelings around others

But just know that hes going to be sitting in bed tonight looking up at the ceiling replaying what you've said and going back over the events that lead him here- rare moment of self reflection essentially

But to your face.. hes just the same as hes always been, even teasing you for having such a huuuge crush on him- bonus if the two of you are already dating

Eyeless Jack

You rarely ever get to see him without the mask, but when you do.. it's best not to do something like this the first time you see his eye sockets- hes very cagey about his face in the first place and hes not quiet ready to handle more attention drawn to it. The first few times it's off it's best to meet it with indifference

But when more time passes, you're more than welcome to test the waters. You already knew Jack had a fair collection of scars, but there was a different feel to the burned and gashed holes where his eyes would have been

He wont let you kiss him, mostly because hes unsure of what exactly the goo was made of, as well as naturally not liking the idea of someone putting their mouth where his eyes just to be- but you're allowed to trace your fingers along the scar tissue

Hes never going to tell you what happened unless theres a reason to, hes very firm when setting this boundary. It's just something that makes him feel.. gross..

He already doesn't talk much but he becomes silent as you trace your fingers and talk to him

He might go back to wearing his mask all the time again for a while but it's not exactly your fault, it was just a huge step- it's okay to back up a bit to process things

Ticci Toby

Due to his CIPA he has a bit of a disconnect between him and his injuries, scars included. He didnt really feel them when they were being made, sure he may have felt some pressure depending on what caused it but other than that, nothing really.. for a lot of them he doesnt have much thoughts- neither good nor bad

The only ones that really make him feel something are the ones he sustained from the crash- they're scattered across his body...

If you kissed or complimented any other scar he would tease you for being a little "weird", even making it a game to guess where he got the current scar from- with outlandish answers of course

But the second you reach one of /those/ scars the fun is immediately cut, you can tell theres something off

Similar to Jack, its something that has to be eased into due to the weight associated with the injuries. It's not the fact that it hurt when he got them but they serve as a reminder of what he lost

The only one who really tries to change the subject, perhaps by asking if you have any scars or markings on your body or simply changing the subject all together

Probably the only one who wouldn't want to be complimented due to the nature of some of his scars

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer imagine #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby imagine

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acexsmhking · 3 months ago

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GUESS WHO IT IS

Because my feelings on Toby are completely normal *cough*

Wrestler Toby x Wrestler reader

Fem ofc

BUT REAL WRESTLING NOT LIKE THE STAGE WWE STUFF

basically it takes place in like just a normal AU where Toby and the others never became pastas n shit-etc. They're still aggressive and bitches, Etc. Toby is in a wrestling team, right? Pretty damn good, CIPA and his strength makes him virtually undefeated

Until this lady shows up, who's not only the only women in the opposing men's team, Toby's weight class, but also completely catches Toby's eye

And suddenly, Toby isn't undefeated anymore, whether it's Toby losing just to get manhandled by a big hot buff woman, or that he genuinely just lost, it's anyone's guess.

But he's obsessed, stalking her social media, etc. eventually he is absolutely delighted when she transfers to his team (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

OKAY THATS IT

MANY KISSES FROM A DEVOUT TONY DROOLER

𝐀𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚

(𝗻.) 𝗟𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹

: ̗̀➛ Toby x FEM!Wrestler!Reader

Summary: Toby had built a well maintained reputation for himself in the wrestling world. He was undefeated since he became pro and graduated. That was.. til he saw you, shaking his world both figuratively and literally.

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, p n v! sex, sub-ish Toby, dom-ish Reader, mentions of blood, mentions of physical harm, descriptions of excessive drooling, descriptions of stalking, Odaxelagnia

He hadn’t a clue of what happened, it was all really a blurr. His mind had blanked out completely during that fight, blinded with adrenaline and.. something else. Your team stood around you, patting you on the back and congratulating you while he sat to the side dumb founded. He..lost? He didn’t even know, not a single thought on his mind as he stared at you.

His eyes trailing all over your curves, the glow on your face. Mostly from sweat but also happiness. Not to mention tracking the flexion of your muscles. He couldn’t stop looking you over, as if he was watching an angel. He hadn’t even noticed when Lyra and his mom sneaked over to him, rubbing his shoulders and checking his limbs. “Oh sweetie are you alright?” His mother tilted his head, gently pouring water in his hair to cool him off so he didn’t overheat. He flushed at the embarrassment, heart still touched at his mother’s care. “Connie, he’s fine. He held himself up!” Tom chuckled, firmly patting Toby’s shoulder. “You did good.” He smiled, playfully nudging Toby.

His family stayed fretting over him all the way to the car. He was leaning against the car door as Lyra looked over his knuckles. They both paused at turned as someone called out. “Hey! Uh, sorry just.. wanted to say hi and,” You shuffled awkwardly, mostly from Tobias intense stare. Your cheeks flushing noticing him checking you out. “Just that, it was a good game and really cool to compete with you!” You smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. His mind was completely blank, he was cool? Oh god, you thought he was cool!

Lyra had that shit eating grin on her face watching you both, awkwardly and embarrassingly compliment each other. You briefly shared your socials with Toby before waving goodbye and heading off with your own family. “You like her!” Lyra exclaimed, pushing against Toby with glee. His eye snapped open as he covered her mouth, shushing her. “I n-never said that!” He groaned, slumping against her.

Getting home he took a nice shower, staying in there far longer than usual. He was.. pent up. But also to wash off the sweat others had spread on him and germs. His mother seriously would never stop coddling him. All he could think about was you. Every little detail. How you were just a bit shy of his height, maybe one or two inches. When you smiled shyly you had dimples, the curves and dips of your biceps when you shook his hand, you smell mixed with a sweaty musk that made him dizzy. He felt.. hot?

He tried playing everything cool as the day went on. Though.. he couldn’t stop himself from checking your socials. It wasn’t anything really.. he just liked a few posts of yours, commented a “good game�� on your most recent and that was all! .. for all of ten minutes before he was going through everything. Your follows, followers, even found your parents accounts. Screenshotting pictures of you, saving some post where you were at the pool.. nothing really! He was cool.

By the end of the month Toby had basically put together your whole astrology chart. He had began texting you only a week ago, nothing extreme just casual. It was all casual. Not like he was desperate or had a massive crush on you, no absolutely not. You started the chat so clearly you liked him! Toby had been fiddling with his wrapping when the coach gathered the team together. He was starstruck watching you follow behind, just in casual clothes. But you looked gorgeous to him, he flushed when you waved at him. Giving you a small wave back as the coach started speaking.

“Listen up, I know this is a little sudden however, there will be a new student here.” He motioned to you, who gave a small wave to the onlookers. “Y/N here will be joining our location.” You shuffled as more and more eyes stayed glued on you, clearly everyone had remembered how you cleared Toby out. The coach left everyone to socialize for a short while before you had to leave. You moved closer to Toby as people talked to you, since he was the one you were most familiar with.

Toby was sure he could launch through the roof right now. You were with him, uh them! He’d get to see you at practices, he’d get to practice with you. His knuckles and neck popped at bit more, a very obvious failing attempt to seem calm. Everyone was thankfully nice enough, maybe a few who were clearly a little socially distant. Toby had been walking you to your car before tugging on your shirt a bit. “I was-was wond-der-ing if maybe you uh.” He shuffled his feet, he’d never asked a girl out, plus what if you didn’t like him? “I got this movie, the n-new one you were talking about. We cou-uh-ld watch it.” He attempted to play cool, gosh what was he doing. That was so stupidly lame. But you only giggled, nodding before getting into your car promising to text him your schedule.

Thankfully, Lyra covered for Toby making some lame excuse to lead the parents out the house and away for the early night. His nerves had been all over the place, especially when you knocked on the door. You were dressed absolutely adorably. Not to mention the shirt with short sleeves.. showing off your arms. Or the skirt flaunting your legs, and that styles hair that framed your face perfectly. He could feel the heat radiating from you as you both sat for the movie. Occasionally making sarcastic remarks about the movie, or making jokes. At some point both of you ignored the movie as you chatted, tension becoming less and less as you both relaxed around the other.

Maybe.. too relaxed. Or by now too tense? He felt like both with your arms wrapped around his neck. He felt so light and warm, arms wrapped around your hips. Your thighs pressed against him as you straddled him. Your lips were sloppy as you both tried obtaining more and more of each other. His hands were harsh as he gripped your ass, pulling you closer to him. The shift breaking your contact, a string of saliva connecting you both.

Toby whined, shifting up to try and capture them once again. You playfully dodged his lips grinding yourself against his growing erection. Grabbing a fist full of his hair you tilted his head, kissing along his jaw. Toby sighed, hands still feeling up your ass as they tried moving the thin fabric of your panties. You nibbled his neck in retaliation, angry red marks quickly forming on his delicate skin. Gently, Toby felt your slit which was gradually becoming more and more slicked. A stutter caught in his throat when you ground back against his fingers, causing him to accidentally rub on your clit.

Toby gulped as he kept going.. he hadn’t the faintest fucking idea what he was doing. But he craved you, the scent of your perfume made his sensitive nose twitch. You pulled back from Toby, reaching down to slowly maneuver his hand. “Like this, baby.” You cooed, leading his fingers to your clit. He gave it an experimental pinch, gently between his knuckles. That caused a yelp out of you. He heeded your advice, learning to rub her just how you liked. He listened to your every whim and command, a cute look on his face.

“Let’s do this on your bed.” You giggled, catching his ear lobe between your teeth as you got off him. He hurriedly scrambled after you. Excitedly he took your hand, leading you to his room. You didn’t even have time to look around, his lips crashing into yours. Hands hurriedly roaming bodies as you both fumbled with the other’s clothes. Desperate for the other to be naked. Lying on the bed, you cupped Toby’s face leading him to your aching heat. Toby gaze was absolutely captured, he thought you looked beautiful. Both of you. So enamored with your cunt, running a finger down the middle to collect your essence.

You hummed, encouraging him to explore. His fingers gently spread you open, your scent hitting his nose as a whiny moan left his lips. What if he didn’t please you? And you just left? Toby shook the thoughts from his head, leaning in to place his tongue on your clit. Simply savoring your taste and smell. He was growing furiously hard just at the mere taste of you. And gods did you taste good. Better than anything ever, he was certain. Pulling back, he place gently kisses on her, one of his fingers teasing your hole before pushing in.

“That’s it, good boy Toby.” You moaned, hand gripping his hair as you arched your back. He was pretty sure he was going to nut just from praise alone. Toby tried his best, listening to all your praises and every moan that left your mouth. His eyes looked drunk as he sloppily sucked on your clit, fingers scissoring you open. Muffled moans sending vibrations through you, only stimulating you that much more. His hips lazily grounded into the edge of the bed, your free hands interlocked together. A sweet and intimate gesture he initiated.

He was, surprisingly a very fast and eager learner. You were more than happy that this was becoming a very well placed gamble. Toby loved when your legs would wrap around his head, the hard flex of your muscles threatening to clamp around his head. You’d always spread yourself back out but he wouldn’t mind if you kept them locked around him. Forced to be buried by the nose in your cunt. He already was, honestly. The weight of his head pressed against you, completely giving you his all. He pulled back only briefly to switch his position, his tongue lapping at your hole while two his knuckles pinched your clit. His thumb rubbing quick motion on the now secluded bud.

Your hips jerked very eager to feel more and more of him. His chin long since being covered in your juices, his nose occasionally bumping into you and his fingers causing more pleasure. His tongue explored you with a furious pace. He was absolutely drunk off your pussy, mouth latching back onto your clit. Giving her a long, harsh suck as he pulled back. Releasing her with a pop. Your free hand combing his hair as he watched, watched how your hole stretched when he fingered it.

He gave you a hooded, teary look. His cock ache, horribly. “Aww, poor thing all neglected?” You teased, raising a mocked brow at him. He nodded, hips grinding more desperately. “Puh-lease honey, lemme in promise I’ll do good.” He pleaded, moving up to be nestled between your hips. His cock rubbing against your folds, catching on your hard clit. Your hands gripped his hips, stopping his frantic movements as you guided his cock to your hole. He hastily met your lips as he began sliding into you. He tasted like you, causing an embarrassed flush on your cheeks.

You groaned as he pushed more and more into you, he was not small or thin by any means. He was thick and long, your toes curling as he began immaturely pumping into you. Movement still needy and quick. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to slow him down but he just shushed you. His tip brushing against spots that drove you crazy. “So good! Fuh-fuck-eel so good!” He whined, pace becoming more and more rapid as he held onto your thighs. The wet sound of your thighs meeting were like music to your ears. Especially as you looked down, watching how his cock entered you. Toby seemed to have the same idea, eyes glued to watching your conjoined sex’s.

“Wanna n-nut in you baby, make yo-u feel good promise.” He stuttered, words jumbled and rushed as he pressed wet, sloppy kisses to your cheeks and lips. You moaned, wanting to say anything, but you could. He felt too good, so good that your words caught. Strangled sobs and moans being the only thing to leave your lips. Winded gasps as you tried breathing. But his pace was brutal, and you were sure you could feel him everywhere. “Fuck! Right there!” You yelped, he brushed across a spot that made you see stars. Spit escaping the corners of your lips as he drilled into you. He felt like he was in heaven.

You were so soft and wet, the velvety grip of your walls. He was sure he was going to cum. Was it too soon? He wanted so badly to cum with you, to feel that sensation with you. He was elated to have you in his bed, surrounded by his scent, covered in the marks of his teeth. He had bitten you all over in a haze. Marks on your cheeks, neck and chest. Currently he teeth stayed sunk in the fat of your shoulder, hips jolting you which cause his teeth to sink in deeper occasionally.

You were not going to last much longer, not with how reckless he was going. You could feel that coil in your stomach, you so desperately tried to hold on and wait for Toby but you couldn’t. You came with a loud sob, broken and hoarse as you jolted. Walls clamping around him furiously, a stuttered choke leaving him. He gave you a few more hasty thrusts before stilling in you, teeth leaving your shoulder to kiss you. Both of you shoving your tongues in the other mouth, not even really a proper kiss. Just a wet mess much like between your legs.

For a long moment both of you stayed there, Toby pressing flutter kisses down your chest as you held onto him. “So.. now a ba-bad time to ask for another date?” He said sheepishly, a nervous grin on his lips as he looked at you. Cock slowly slipping out of you. You chuckled, nodding your head. “Yes, we definitely can.”

: ̗̀➛ Let’s go guys only have like four more requests after this one. I’m also working on another surprise for you all so that’s why request might start coming out just a tiny bit slower, but don’t worry I’m still working on them! Love you all<3 — Ace

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby #creepypasta #toby rogers

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tryingtofindava · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭*ೃ༄

tw: FEM READER!! And it talks about… well… smut.

: ̗̀➛Back to source

MORE UNDER THE CUT!!!

A = Aftercare

(what they’re like after sex…)

Because of his CIPA he probably won’t be able to feel the affects it had on his body, so if you yourself aren’t too tired out…

You’ll probably convince him the two of you can take a cold shower to get his body heat back to normal. (which may or may not result in a round 2…)

Other then that he’s making sure your comfy and cozy, and the two of you will probably just snuggle the rest of the night or day.

B = Body part

(their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners…)

He doesn’t like looking at himself that much, and tends to cover up as best as he could. (Which almost always leads to him nearly dying of heatstroke because he’ll refuse to take some layers off…)

His favourite part on you (other than your face) is your thighs, he likes smooshing his face against them.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum…)

Depends…

If you’re on the pill he’s 100% giving you a creampie. He says he does it because it’s more intimate to him.

But if you’re not, he’s either doing it on your stomach, or tits. He ain’t wanting kids. (for more then one reason)

D = Dirty Secret

(its self explanatory…)

Not really a secret since you DEFINITELY know about it, but…

In his dresser drawer he’s has about 6 pairs of your panties. You discovered it when you remembered he had cough sweeties in his drawer and accidentally found them…

Best to just shut the drawer and pretend you never saw them in the first place. Or tease him about it. At least you know were your missing panties are now…

E = Experience

(how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You’re his second girlfriend ever. The first being Natalie. And the furthest they got in their relationship was kissing and cuddling, so he’s got them down.

So you were his first time, though he’s not the most experienced out there… He’s a quick learner AND he definitely makes up for it with enthusiasm. But he’s so so very loser-y about it.

F = Favorite positions

(take a wild guess…)

Toby’s top 5 favourite positions not in order!!

1) leap frog

2) cow girl

3) face off

4) ballet dancer

5) missionary

Though he is up to try any position once (maybe more if he REALLY likes it), these are just his go to.

G = Goofy

(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc…)

He tries to take it as seriously as possible, because you are willing to do something so intimate with him? Of all people??

Though he can’t help but be at least a little silly during the deed.

H = Hair

(how well groomed are they?)

He’s not shaven clean, but he hasn’t got a bush either. Too much hair makes him feel icky. But he doesn’t have to shave often, Toby isn’t an overly hairy guy like Tim.

He’s got a patch of hair on his chin, armpits, and legs and arms. And his happy trail is top tier ¬‿¬

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect…)

Depends on his mood tbh, if it’s been a good day he’ll be extra romantic and sweet, praising you and how good you are. But if it’s a bad day, he’ll be rough to get his frustrations out (and even if he is being rough he’s still so gentle about it if ykwim, like he doesn’t wanna hurt you, but like yeah<3).

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon…)

He doesn’t do it as often as ppl think, though he still acts like a horny teen. At least jerks off two times a week sometimes more if he’s had a rough day. And he’d be a liar if he said he hasn’t jerked off with your panties.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks…)

Praise is a big one for him, he’s more of a giver, but likes receiving it as well. Tell him how good he’s making you feel, he’ll cum 10x faster.

And although he’s likes to praise you, he likes to degrade you too. But only a little.

Mommy kink? Maybeeeeee… Depends if you’re topping or not.

Marking: He’s a total slut for giving you hickeys, he likes putting them in the most obvious places for people to see. Double points if you don’t bother covering them up.

Dry humping. Don’t be shy, hop on his thigh and get to work.

He accidentally discovered his Voyeurism kink when he walked in on you masturbating. He didn’t mean to just stand there and watch… it’s just… you were too pretty to look away.

Mans loves some bondage, tying up your hands and legs is like his equivalent to a Christmas present.

L = Location

(favorite places to do the deed…)

Up against the wall, the bed, in the woods… he’s fine with doing it anywhere. It gives him a certain thrill doing it places were you could easily get caught.

But he does prefer doing it in secluded places like the bedroom, or in the shower. Rather than in public. In his mind, getting caught in public = having to stop sooner.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going…)

Baby can pop a boner easily… You could be doing the simplest thing, stretching? Boner. Cleaning? Boner. Just talk to him In general? BONER ALERT!!!

And when he’s deep in you, and you’re making just the cutest little whimpers and moans? He’s not gonna stop as long as you keep that up.

N = Nuh uh

(something they wouldn't do, turn offs…)

Pls do not call him daddy, it makes him feel weird. And he’s not into spanking. No matter how much you say it’s okay. He doesn’t see what’s so enticing and sexy about hitting or harming a loved one.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving…)

It’s 50/50 with him.

On one hand, he likes going down on you. Eating away at your messy cunt. AND WHEN HE DOES…

God does it feel good, he’s got snake bites and a tongue piercing. Feeling the metal studs against your heat is just automatically orgasmic.

“F-fuuckk, I-I think s-she luh-likes me.”

If you cum fast on his face it deffo gives him an ego boost… FEED HIS EGO!!

But he also loves when you’re sucking him off. Your pretty lips wrapped around him… how couldn’t he love it?

“Y-you can t-take wayyy more t-then that.”

He’ll stroke your hair, as he tries his best to refrain from head pushing. He’d hate if he accidentally harmed his good girl…

Р = Расе

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He’ll start off slow, letting you adjust. But as time goes on he’ll just work himself up and hammer into you at an unbelievable speed.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often they may occur…)

He prefers longer sessions so he can please the both of you. But, if he’s desperate… and you guys got places to be… It wouldn’t hurt rutting into you, right?

R = Risk

(are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Barebacking. Toby claims that wearing a condom is suffocating. Even though he can’t feel things like that… Good thing he doesn’t have a weak pull out game.

Public sex. He has a weird fantasy that he doesn’t stop, even when he hears someone coming. A part of him wants to make the poor person who stumbled upon you two watch as he fills you up.

S = Stamina

(how many rounds can they go for/how long do they last?)

He’s got a super high libido, and can last about 3 rounds in bed, and at least 2 rounds in the shower afterwards.

And that’s only if he isn’t putting in his best effort…

T = Toys

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t have any for himself, but he has a small white vibrator he uses to tease your clit and nipples.

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease? And can they handle teasing?)

He can only tease you for a little bit before he gets too desperate and has to take you the second it gets a little too much.

He himself can also be teased for so long… Before he takes matters into his own hands, and you teasing completely backfires on yourself.

V = Volume

(how vocal are they doing the deed...)

HE IS NOISY!!

As he’s snapping his hips to yours, he’s babbling some random shit.

“S-so t-tight!”

“God… y-you love i-it like th-this, don’t cha?”

“Shit! Y-you’re c-clenc-ching!”

Half the time you can’t even make out what he’s saying. Other than that he just grunts and groans. ALMOST growling.

And bro WILL be speaking German too, it slips out sometimes.

W = Waking up afterwards

(how they are after waking up)

Though he can’t feel it, his muscles are slightly sore from pushing himself a bit too hard.

Besides that he’s gonna make sure you’re okay after the whole thing. And if you don’t wake up, he’ll just opt to fall back asleep snuggling into your chest.

X = X-ray

(let's see what's going on under those clothes(¬‿¬))

A surprising 6 inch, though not that girthy. Makes up for it in hitting ALL the right places. The tip gets redder depending on how worked up he is, leaning slightly to the left. With a vain running up it’s right side.

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

Bro is ABUSING The Operator strength, he can last for god knows how long. Without any breaks. He can go at it with you like a rabbit in heat.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won’t fall asleep until he knows you’re completely comfortable and content with what happened.

He doesn’t mean to be creepy, but he’ll watch you sleep for a while. In case something comes up afterwards.

But once he’s asleep, he’s knocked out cold for the next few hours…

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moriitis · 4 months ago

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This is my first time doing this, but—

A snow day Toby x reader scenario? Been thinking of my favorite hatchet-wielding proxy in snowy weather <3

Or alternatively a mission/outing during snowy weather, whether or not it’d affect his movement and sight (not to mention the temperature insensitivity from his CIPA likely playing a role).

so sorry this took me awhile. started off well, went sloppy. hope its okay nevertheless.

Toby Rogers x Reader. SHORT.

Word; 3.4k.

Content/Warnings; mild language, mentions of sex, mentions of kissing, mentions of suicide.

The heat blowing from the vents within the car didn't do much to ease the cold from your fingertips as you hastily rubbed your hands together in a desperate attempt to warm them, cupping your hands together and blowing some air between your thumbs. 'It was cold as fucking balls' Toby had said once and shit, he was sure right. It had to be below freezing at this point, the cold so bitter and sharp that you felt it stir the bones beneath your very flesh. Toby's truck, which felt more like a pile of junk, did little to preserve the heat within its' skeleton as you sat shivering in the passenger seat. The hood of the truck was up and blocking your vision as Toby meddled around with the trucks insides, trying to stir it to life but it seemed even the truck refused to budge from the cold itself. You huffed impatiently, your muscles ached and the lull of a campfire whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You wanted so desperately to get back to the cabin with the fire, some blankets and a good ass book. Only you were stuck with this brunette who claimed he 'knew how to work trucks' and the same brunette mumbling and cursing to himself outside. He was lucky he couldn't feel the cold though and a part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern at how long he'd stood outside for. Craning your head, your forehead pressed against the pane of the window as you tried to catch a glance of Toby as your legs bounced restlessly.

Being stuck in the middle of these woods didn't help. It was getting dark and you knew you were both still quite far away from the cabin itself. Before you began to find yourself lost in thought, the hood of the truck slammed shut suddenly which honestly, made you jump. You could tell from the way it slammed shut that Toby was getting impatient, frustrated even as he came trudging back over to the drivers seat. The door swung open and he collapsed into the seat with a huff. His presence made the air feel thick with tension as you pursed your lips. His fingers, which were red from the cold, curled around and gripped the fabric of his trousers. The silence lingered for a beat until he spoke;

"Well, it's ff-fucked-" he shrugged, avoiding your gaze. You could tell a part of him couldn't bare to look at you because you knew deep down, he had no idea how to fix cars - let alone trucks. It was hard for you to conceal your smirk as he finally turned to gaze at you and you could only sigh. It was so cold, your breath was visible in the air and it lingered for a moment.

"What do we do?" you finally asked, brows knitting in concern. Toby couldn't help it, but being the man here in this situation, he knew he had to care for you and look after you somehow - it would be gentlemanly of him. Only, he wasn't particularly sure what to do and he glanced out the window for a moment to ponder. His heart knew that really the two of you should get to walking but his pride didn't want him to leave this truck behind. He sighed, moving a hand up to push the cap off his head and tussle his hair in irritation. His eyes squeezed shut as his fingers gingerly moved to his brows, rubbing his temple as he tried to think of a solution that could both benefit you and him.

"We'll have to walk," he practically groaned. As if this could get worse, you were freezing, cold, hungry and your muscles craved the soft touch of mattress beneath them. You sighed, mimicking his moments as you rubbed your face.

"Right," you croaked softly, reluctantly moving from the seat to open the passenger door. The cold was like a punch to the face as you stepped out. There was a gust here and there which really made the cold so bitter. Toby switched the car off, pulling the keys out the ignition and stuffing them into his pocket before following your lead.

The snow was thick off the road, at least knee deep as you took big steps off into the clearing of the forest. Toby lingered by the truck and as you turned to glance over your shoulder, you could see the annoyance on his face. Honestly, a part of you couldn't gather as to why he had such an attachment to this truck. It was rusting, it sounded like crap and seemed as if every bump he took it were about to fall apart. It must just be a Toby thing. Finally, he stepped away from the vehicle and jogged up beside you, motioning his head that all was good and the two of you could depart. With your hands stuffed as deep as they could into your pocket, you tucked your nose deep into your coat. The cold was unforgiving, unwelcoming as it attacked every exposed part of your body. Honestly, you wished you couldn't feel the cold either and as you glanced at Toby every now and again, you envied how comfortable and relaxed he seemed to be as he walked quietly beside you. It was obvious that he was annoyed or irritated, mostly because he would be chatting your ear off with utter bullshit. His silence always suggested something and you understood his emotions completely. It it weren't for the damned truck, you'd be home by now!

You could hear Toby fiddling with the keys in his pocket, an occasional jingle here and there as he toyed with the keychain. The forest was unwelcoming as you glanced up to take in your surroundings. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew every rock, tree and lake in these damned woods and you knew for certain that this walk was going to be a long one. Snow fell softly above the two of you. It wasn't rapid nor treacherous, just small, gentle flakes that would decorate the tops of your heads. The snow was deep however and each step was a battle you were both trying to tackle, taking big steps or having to face the cold and just walk straight through it. The problem was, the snow began to soak through the fabric of your clothing and now your legs were cold, wet and numb. A horrible combination. Then, from just the corner of your eye, you saw Toby stop and quickly you paused in your tracks too, glancing over your shoulder toward him.

He had a hand outstretched toward you and as soon as you made eye contact with him, his hand motioned you over. "C'mere." Was all he uttered and with a questioning look, you reluctantly stepped over toward him. Before you could question what his intentions were, he doubled over slightly with his back facing you. "I'll carry you." The sudden act surprised you and you remained motionless for a moment as you blinked away the confusion. Why on earth would you want to be carried? Well, it was a nice offer but you were more than capable of walking for yourself. You glanced down at your soaked through pants and a shiver ran up your spine. Well, the cold was starting to numb your legs and Toby was taller than you, which meant his strides would quicken the walk within minutes. Though, a part of you couldn't help but feel bad, like he had somehow tuned in on your shitty mood and had somehow noticed how unpleasant the cold was for you.

You couldn't help but scoff out a little laugh in disbelief, shaking your head softly. He looked so dumb too and your little chuckle alerted him, causing him to snap his head around to shoot you a little glare. "Hah.. no, no. It's okay. I'm okay," you persisted, throwing your hands up in the air to wave them dismissively. Now you just felt plain rude. It seemed he wasn't taking no for an answer and groaned softly under his breath.

"Just get on my b-bback before I ff-fforce you." You had to stifle your laughter for a moment, admitting defeat and trudging over behind him. You were unsure how to go about this admittedly, you didn't want to jump on him and then make him land face forward into a pile of cold snow. Shit, the idea made you want to kill yourself.

Slowly, you reached over and ran the palm of your hands over the roundness of his shoulders and it was there you slowly, and rather awkwardly, lifted your leg for him to grab it. It was painfully embarrassing and you were thankful his back was turned as you quickly hopped onto his back as softly as you could, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. With both of his hands secured around the plump of your thighs, he pulled your knees up to his hips and secured you with a little jump before turning back and continuing into the depth of the forest.

Being this close to Toby, feeling his brown hair tickle your nose and his scent linger so strongly was enough to make your heart pound softly. Honestly, a part of you was nervous. Nervous that you were too heavy, that you might fart or that you were just being a nuisance altogether but it seemed Toby was unfazed as he kept a secure grip on you.

"Thank you," you uttered sheepishly into his ear, feeling your cheeks grow hot despite the cold and beneath you, you could just feel Toby shrug.

"Kein Problem, schatz." It was there a silence loomed over the two of you again and softly, you rested your cheek against his back. The gentle sway, the touch on your thighs, it was nice and oddly enough, you felt comfortable. Your relationship with Toby always had moments like this, the soft moments that had you questioning what the hell the two of you were? Friends with benefits? Unlikely, you two hadn't fucked before - despite the lingering urges that was evident in the air sometimes. Sure, you had exchanged a kiss here or there and it was sloppy and unexperienced but you never saw that as anything more than friends just.. kissing? Were you friend-zoning Toby and you were just oblivious to it? Perhaps and now you couldn't help but take into consideration the amount of things he did for you, the times where he would step up for you, look out for you, protect you in more ways than one and the times his hand would linger atop of yours and then he would laugh anxiously and explain he had 'forgotten.' Oh, you were such a hopeless romantic and yet you couldn't see his advances or intentions because you were just, well, plain stupid. Your brows furrowed in frustration and you huffed softly.

"Sorry about your car," you finally uttered, apologising for something that wasn't your fault and yet you felt you took a part in it somehow.

"I'll get it in the mm-morning," he replied, voice gruff as he quickly took a moment to clear his throat. With a simple nod of acknowledgement, you took a moment to glance up at the sky above you. The unforgiving winter season meant that darkness was fast approaching and it was already beginning to loom over you in a dangerous sheet of black. Pursing your lips, you rested your head back down.

"It's getting dark, shouldn't we just call Tim or Brian?" It wasn't a bad idea in the long run but Toby suddenly scoffed which said otherwise. Clearly, he didn't want his pride getting hurt more than it already had today.

"Fuck no!" His reaction earned an honest laugh out of you as you shook your head softly, admitting defeat in that subject alone. Then that familiar silence again. Despite his kind gesture, the cold nipped at you even harder and you couldn't help but want to walk just to generate some heat. You shuffled once and then again in some attempt to warm up and Toby, feeling your shuffling, glanced over his shoulder questioningly toward you. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm just getting cold back here."

"You wanna get down?" he questioned, stopping and standing still. You nodded slowly, a part of you feeling guilty, though it seemed to not bother him as he slowly crouched down to let you slide off his back. Your feet reconnected with the floor, the snow crunching beneath your feet - ankles feeling soggy and wet.

"Thanks."

Then the two of you set off again, your hands stuffed back into the depths of your pockets as you nestled your chin closer to the collar of your coat. With each step, you knew that you were getting closer to the cabin and it brought reassurance knowing that soon you'd be nestled up close by the fire draped in nothing but blankets. Maybe if you closed your eyes for a moment and just thought about a nice, warm, crackling fire, it may just warm you up. Only, closing your eyes while walking in the forest didn't seem the brightest idea and as your foot connected with the ground, your shoe got caught around a branch and sent you falling face forward. With your hands nestled deep into your pockets, you had no time to react and catch yourself and as your face connected with the snow, it seemed Toby didn't have good reflexes either as he practically watched you face plant into the snow. Shit, you were thankful the snow was there to begin with because any ordinary fall like that could've resulted in you breaking a nose or losing a tooth! The sudden cold that attacked your face made you gasp, thus inhaling lumps of snow as you tried and failed to scurry to your feet.

All the while, Toby stood over you watching in amazement that somebody as stupid as you could be even more.. stupider and you could tell by his facial expressions that it was becoming harder to conceal his laughter that he ever so wanted to let out. As your attempts to jump up failed, you admitted defeat and simply rolled over in the snow, allowing you to look up at Toby with a face of displeasure. His lips pursed, a first sign of trying to not laugh and then quickly he adverted his gaze. You were glaring at him because you knew, just knew, that he wanted nothing more than to bark a heap of laughter at you and your luck. This wouldn't have happened if his junk ass truck didn't break down!

"Don't fucking laugh," you warned sternly and it was there he retrieved a hand from within his pocket, bawling it into a fist to cover his mouth as he tried to swallow away his chuckles that were already beginning to seep out. "Help me up, don't laugh!" You practically whined and it was there it sent Toby spiralling, you just knew he was replaying your fall on repeat inside his head right now and he had to double over for a moment to catch his breath. It was rare to hear him laugh so hard and begrudgingly, you tried to hide your own smile in the process.

"Okay, fuck, fuck!" he threw his hands up in the air, letting another fit of laugher escape from him as he tried to wave it away. His head shook and he had to hold his stomach, another hand on his knee as he doubled over. There was no point asking for anymore help, might as well let him laugh and get it over with.

"You done?" you asked after a moment, his laughter simmering down finally as he turned back around to face you. It seemed that seeing your face and seeing you on the floor only set him off again and as his laugher run out into an echo in the forest, which frankly mocked you more, you endured for a little while longer with a disapproving huff.

"Alright, alright-" he sucked a breath and wiped a tear from his eye before turning his attention back to you again. It seemed he got what needed to come out as a hand outstretched toward you. "I'm done, s-ssorry, that was just too funny." He was still chuckling a dry chuckle here and there.

"Glad that was so funny for you, Toby-"

"Oh god, here we go, ss-shut up and take my hand."

"No, no, I'm serious, you really enjoyed that, huh?" Toby only rolled his eyes and shook his head, motioning his hand out toward you.

"Stop having a hissy fit and take my hand, for fucks sake," he chuckled.

Too petty to take his hand, you made a motion to help yourself up, hands pushing you up off the floor and to your feet. Of course, as you helped yourself up, you scooped up some snow in your hand and as soon as you were to your feet, you quickly hurled the ball of snow at Toby. The aim was sloppy and the snow hadn't formed into a proper ball yet, so just lightly smacked him on his neck. Fearing for your life, you began running off in a fit of giggles, practically bunny hopping over the snow in a desperate attempt to flee him. Toby always took things too far, he'd either accidentally hurt you or not know when to stop and you knew you were in deep shit now as you heard his slew of Germanic cuss words behind you. Turning your head over your shoulder to catch wind on how close he was, a snowball unexpectedly came crashing into your face and quickly you threw a hand up to wipe away the snow, another snowball soon came hurling toward you. Thankfully, you reacted quickly and darted to the side, letting the snowball whizz past you and land on the wood of a tree nearby.

"This is your karma!" you called out in between laughs, quickly scooping up some more snow in your hands and bawling up into a proper ball. You took shelter behind a tree for a moment, to catch your breath and await for the brunette. Despite his outburst, you could hear his chuckles approaching and quickly you pounced, aiming the snowball and landing it on his torso. Then, you darted off into another sprint. You were unsure if you were even going the right way anymore but a part of you couldn't care as you weaved from each snowball and tree that both equally came toward you at lightning speed. Then just as you bent over to scoop up more snow, a hit on your ass promptly made you jump up and snap your head around to Toby.

Quickly, the brunette bit his lip and bit back a chuckle, throwing his hands up defensively. "That was an accident, I s-s-sswear!" You narrowed your gaze. "I'm serious!" Though he were chuckling, almost as if he had done it on purpose and quickly you threw the half-assed snowball in your hand toward him. He quickly turned, letting the snow hit him on the side of his torso as he chuckled.

"You asshole," you jested, a disapproving smirk flashing across your features as you shook your head. Toby shrugged, turning back to face you.

"You started it." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Fuck, you hated him at times. After catching your breath, you attention turned back into the forest. It seemed the running had quickened your pace as you could see the smoke bellowing from the chimney in the distance. It was a sigh of relief, it seems maybe Tim or even Brian may have got the fire going. Turning back to Toby, you noticed him trudging over to your side. "Hey, not my fault your ass is so big," he sneered, which caused you to quickly scoff and push him softly. He laughed, an honest laugh which warmed your heart and it was there you couldn't help but chuckle alongside him.

"Looks like we're nearly there, that's a relief," you huffed softly. "I can't feel my toes.. or fingers," you uttered, glancing down at your hands before flexing your fingers out and in again. They were numb and red and you were certain your toes had to be the same. Toby peered down at your hands before glancing back up at you.

"Well, let's go then," he mumbled softly before heading off again, two strides ahead of you as you hurried to follow behind.

This whole evening wasn't really how you expected it to play out. It was obvious that his truck would up and die sooner than later, but it sucked that it happened when you were in the passenger seat!

Regardless, you didn't mind spending more time with Toby, even if it meant freezing your ass off.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #ticci toby x y/n

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yaut-jaknowit · 10 months ago

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Wazzuh homie. Got another idea, what about a fic with AP (upgrade pred/assassin pred) with a male reader who lowkey just can’t feel pain and ends up constantly getting hurt because of it- cue a broken nose in a spar and not even noticing it.

Thought it might be fun to write and as always have a nice day and I shall repay you with more edits if you want:D

Take A Hit

Pairings: AP (Assassin Pred) x AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 2220

Summary: On a mothership, surrounded by other hunters, you spar against a young blood. His skill is evenly matched to yours. A spar to level yourself up on the charts. With CIPA, you can’t feel pain or temperature difference. You break an arm, you keep fighting. You get cut, you keep fighting. The Yautjas are amazed at your ability that allows you to push through. An ability some are even jealous of. But pain allows for them to toughen up.

Author Note: It feels like forever since I've written for AP. Man needs some love. Took me a moment to warm up to him but the sizeeeee.... delicious!

Masterlist

Ao3

There’s a tournament going on currently. Each group is carefully picked out for their skills and strength. All of them Yautjas. Then, here was you. A ooman amongst their ranks, wiggling your way through the ranks and heading towards the top. No one believed in. Besides Assassin.

No one messed with Assassin. Except you. Similar with their ranks, you’ve wormed your way passed his hard, nearly impenetrable exterior, and into his heart. That’s why he stands in the sideline, others giving the giant space. He silently cheers for you win, for you to come out on top despite everything else against you. A human.

Before the latest match starts, you are standing in front of Assassin. Both of his massive hands cup your shoulders and kept you pressed to the fronts of his thighs. Not that he didn’t trust your ability, he whole heartily did. He didn’t trust others. There was a large dispute about your presence on the mothership. He quickly shot every argument down… with his fists. No one stood in his way again after that display.

Your head tilts back to find his bright, yellow eyes on you. “It’s going to be a tough one, Assassin. They’ve got me against, Diqrt. He’s got a score of eight to two,” you spoke directly to him and ignored everyone around you.

A grunt left him. His gaze flickers over to your opponent on the other side of the mat, waiting for his turn. Assassin couldn’t wait for when you wiped the floor with his face. He doesn’t like count the wins before they happen, but he knows you will win. The opponent may not know it yet, by the way he keeps smirking as if he already won. But, soon, he’ll meet his loss.

Finally, he looked back down at your alien face and patted your shoulder. “You know what to do,” he rumbled. There was one special trick you had that gave you a massive advantage against your opponents each time.

The inability to feel pain.

Some Yautjas would kill for an ability such as that. Others have seen it as a curse. But you, you use it to take down your enemies.

You reached up and placed your hand over his. Yours barely covered the back of his hand. “Kick ass and take names. I know, I know,” you groaned and shook your head. With the match soon to start, you pulled your shirt off of your body and handed it to Assassin. Another lesson he taught you. Less clothing? Less to grab.

A bell rang. “It’s my turn now.” You swiftly double checked over your weapons before slipping out from underneath his hands. “May Paya guide my hand.” Assassin let you leave to enter the ring and dipped his head, silently returning the words to you. He crossed his arm, a stern expression falling over his features. No one dared to step an inch closer to the mutant. Or else they’ll met with Cetanu shortly enough.

Diqrt was a head taller than you but around the same age as you. His strength surpassed yours but your skills made up for it, including CIPA.

A referee entered the square mat as well. A well aged warrior who has seen her fair share of battles throughout her life. The scars that decorated her form spoke more words than she could tell you. You didn’t miss the way she sneered in your general direction. Instantly, you knew if Diqrt pulled any games or tricks, she wouldn’t call him out for it. A game you needed to play carefully.

It’s a sight you were used to. But, you built your path up this far by yourself. They had no reason to act as if you cheated. Assassin has helped along the way, but teaching you how to fight, to defend. Never to build your path for you. He’s the only one who truly believes you can complete these matches. Everyone else only sees you as a weak, meek human. You couldn’t wait to show them how wrong they were.

The referee points to the respected spots the two of you needed to be at. You stepped up to the plate. Your opponent doing the same thing. The two of you eyed each other up before placing a hand on each other’s shoulder and giving a firm shake. Respect. Then, you both took the two steps away and got into position.

Not everyone’s eyes would be on you. But, you knew a lot would be watching. The human that has defeated the odds. Why not give them a show?

“Go!” the ref showed suddenly. Your coiled muscles rolled forward and easily dodge a swipe of claws meant to mar your chest. Able to feel pain or not, bleeding out is still on the table.

A dagger was unsheathed from its holder that framed your chest. It spun gracefully in your grasp as the two of you danced around each other. But you weren’t one for a dance competition. You flicked the dagger in your hands. It soared through the air. Swiftly, you pulled out another one and dashed forward. The blade was knocked to the side, as planned.

The distraction working to plan. You were able to thrust the blade into a weak spot along his armor. Armor that slightly restricted his movement but allowed for protection along his belly. Until, a thin blade finds the perfect slit to pierce his hide.

You ripped the blade out and rolled away, barely missing the heel of his foot. A grin plastered its way onto your face. Diqrt snarled and lunged forward at you half knelt body. He catches you. His weight doubled of yours and crushed the air out of your lungs. A wheeze left your lungs. But, you are rolling with him and fought your way to the top.

Claws rake across your face. Blood sprouting to the spilt surface and dripping down your face. You’re forced to scramble away from him and glared at him through the blood dripping down your skin. It blurs your vision. His dark blue scales blending in with the dark room itself. You growled and tightened your grip on the handle.

The dark form was hard to see but you were able to narrowly dodge a fist heading for your head. The air above your head taking the hit. You shot out your leg and hit him directly in a weak point on his ankle. He snarled his pain and collapsed down on the opposite knee. You go for a punch to his face in hopes to knock him out but your fist is caught. The limb is forced down until it reaches an unnatural angle before the bone gives. You feel the bone snap at the joint. You grunt with annoyance, knowing you couldn’t use the limb anymore. The blade falls out of your limb hand and bounces off of the mat at your feet.

Now, you were forced to use your non dominant hand to defend yourself. You pulled out another blade and backed away when he got back to his feet. There was a smirk on his stupid face. “What? A ooman can’t handle the big dogs?” he snarked and marched towards you. You rolled your eyes and ducked when he attempted to snatch your neck.

You make a move to get behind him and kicked him in the back of his knee. He grunted and fell back down but rolled forward and spun around. Diqrt lunged forward, fist slamming straight into your face. Your head whipped back with the force.

It was impossible to breath out of your nose, forcing you to pant through your mouth. Your lips curled up in smirk. He thought all of this, these injuries would drag you down. Never. Blood ran down from my nose and dripped down onto the mat, joining the neon blood of Diqrt. You swiped out your tongue and tasted it yourself.

When he darted back into your space again, you leaned out of the way then drove your blade into his wrist. Payback is a bitch.

The Yautja howled, head reared back. If this was a fight to the death, this would’ve been the perfect opportunity to drive a blade into his neck too. But, it was a shame it wasn’t. Maybe when they open up to the deathmatches again. You would love to teach them how much of a danger you are. Little but mighty.

The blade twisted, ruining the tendons in his hand. Diqrt yanked himself away from you and cradle his destroyed wrist close to his chest. You stood in the same spot and gazed at the injured Yautja with a smirk. Despite the injuries that would’ve downed any normal person, you straightened your stance. Blood continued to drip down your face, forever staining the mat.

Diqrt bowed his head. “I yield,” he muttered under his breath. You pumped your uninjured hand in the air with a roar that echoed around you.

A female referee reentered the arena. Your name falls from her mandibles. “The winner of the fourth tournament,” she announces and uses an arm to point towards your smiling, proud form. Then, the match ended. You calmly walked over to your thrown blade to pick it up before strutting off the mat towards Assassin. The male was expressional but his eyes shined with pride.

When you got close enough, he place a hand on your chest, above your heart. “Wonderful match, little one,” he cooed. You beamed brightly then reseated your blade. In the safety of your quarters, you would clean each blade carefully. Each wound properly taken care of. For now, your limp wrist hung at your side. This break would need to be seen by a healer.

You stepped back enough to card your digits between his and hold onto his hand. “I couldn’t have done without you, Assassin. I appreciate all that you’ve done for me,” you spoke softly, words only meant for him. No one deserved these words besides the Yautja in front of you.

Assassin grunted then pulled at your arm. The giant parted the crowd as the two of you left. Normally, you would’ve stayed to watch the rest of the matches but they wounds needed to be cared for.

Through the halls of the ship he knew like the back of his hand, he took you a floor up. It wasn’t long before the two of you arrived at the healers section. Many of them prepared for a night like this. It was usual a blood bath on tournament nights. Today was no different.

At the sight of Assassin, the two of you were ushered to the front of other waiting young bloods. You didn’t care if you had to wait, the pain… well it didn’t bother you at all. You smiled to yourself at the thought. The others, they were probably aching, anger at your treatment. You felt their gaze on you but your head was held high, holding the hand of a dangerous Yautja at your side.

Over the course of probably three minutes, they had set your wrist and used a cast to keep it in place. It wasn’t as bad as you originally thought. Their advance technology easily took care of it.

As for the cuts, Assassin insisted he could take care of those himself. Then, the two of you were back in the safety of your shared quarters. Before you had a chance to slip off the weapon harness around your chest, Assassin was unclipping the buckles. You raised a brow at his eagerness. Not that you weren’t thankful for his help. The brace that kept your hand steady made it a little difficult to move your fingers. Plus, if the man wants to help, why not?

His hands drifted down to the knot that kept your shorts around your waist. The grin on your face widened. “I don’t think I was injured down there, Assassin,” you teased but did nothing to stop him. The two of you have been toeing with each other for some time. You were waiting for a moment like this.

Assassin didn’t stop. One of his hands snatched your throat in a tight grasp and pulled you close to his face. The tips of toes barely touching the ground. “I know. I’m on a different mission. I’m done waiting,” he snarled. His voice giving away to the emotions swirling inside of him. You laughed and let him pull off the clothing from your hips. Now, you were only adorned in a pair of boxers.

“Finally,” you snorted and worked on his own belt. It was more complicated than your simple knot. But he tightened his hold, cutting off both air and blood to your head.

“No, I control. You listen.” You raised a brow at his action then shook your head in disbelief.

“What makes you think I’ll just submit to you willy-nilly?” you snarked and rolled your eyes. There’s more of a chance for him to snap your neck, but he wouldn’t.

Something flashed in his eyes. His free hand cupped your growing bulge in your boxers. A gasp tore from your throat at the sudden pleasure. “That’s why.” Fuck yourself. You were in it for the night.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #Assassin Predator

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blxvdlusttxx · 1 month ago

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𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

Includes: Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Liu Woods x reader (separate)

☣ Summary How the creeps act with an s/o on their period

Content warnings: periods, mentions of blood, reader has female anatomy but gender isn't disclosed, sexual content (Jack and Jeff, minors beware), dumb boys, rude comments (Jeff), arguments (Jeff) overall fluffy and cute, no use of y/n, pre-established relationship

Sexual content is in red so minors beware

Request: Yes / No

Pardon my...long ass neglect of this blog wtf. I had hella writers block, but I'm back! Taking requests as per usual, read the guidelines and rules in the pinned post before requesting!

Please don't repost or translate my work

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

My sweetie pie Toby, he's an absolute worry wart

Out of all of the boys, he's the second most knowledgeable about periods, he was close with his mom and had an older sister after all, his sister or mom likely briefed him on what a period is

He's also the nicest about it, tied with Liu.

He'd be a little squeamish about it, more so feeling bad that you're in pain instead of a "omg periods ew" kind of way.

He'd get you anything you need in an instant

Heating pad? he's running to warm up a water bottle for you

chocolates or snacks? he's taking Tim's truck and going to the store for you

a shoulder to cry on while you writhe in pain? you got it, he'll rub your back and cradle you to his chest

he'd be clueless on different pad/tampon brands and sizes but he does know what they are at least so if you needed them, just send him a picture of the box and he'd get them

He'd definitely raid EJ's medicine shelf for Advil/Tylenol for you

Toby doesn't feel pain so he wouldn't know what your feeling, but he does know what pain looks like on other people so he acknowledges that you're in a lot of pain

He'd definitely raid EJ's meds supply for Advil/Tylenol if you asked for them

will definitely take the week off just to be there for you, Slender be damned

He sees blood on the daily, so if you bleed on the sheets he doesn't react, he simply changes them for you

Toby runs hot due to his CIPA, so he's basically a large heating pad, he makes for an excellent cuddle buddy

Toby isn't the best cook, but his mom taught him the basics so he can cook simple things, mainly things that need boiled like ramen (he can make a bomb ass ramen ik damn well)

If you want something more difficult he'll ask someone like Liu to cook it, or he'll order take out of whatever you want

He'll hold you all day without a second thought, rubbing your stomach and back, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head

If you tend to be irritable and a bit bipolar on your period, he'll understand that it's because of the pain but go easy on the poor boy, it'll hurt his feelings after a while

he really is just trying his best to make you more comfortable :(

Overall 10/10 experience with him

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

The most knowledgeable of all the creeps

He is the main medic and handles all of the medical situations in the mansion, so he knows what periods are and how to handle them

He'd likely keep track of your period cycle, and know when your period is going to start before you even do

He'd have everything ready for you in your bedroom before you could even stumble to him whining about the cramps.

He has a stash of different size and brands of tampons/pads in his medical room, so he'd have those on hand ready to go

Now... he is a cannibalistic demon... and sex does help with cramps

ya get where I'm going here

He'd 100% be the one to eat you out on your period, he'd probably look forward to it too honestly (like the little freak he is)

It's a win win for both of you

On your end, you not only get the pleasure of both of his tongues going down on you like he hasn't eaten in years, while also easing your cramps

On his end, he gets to ease your pain in a way only he can do (boosts his ego honestly), he gets to go down on you, and there's blood soooo

Yea, win win on both ends

He doesn't care about the mess either, he'd put a towel under you, lick you clean when you're both done and call it a day

He's be the one to take your mood swings with the least offence, aware that periods send emotions out of whack on top of all the pain your in

Jack runs cold, he is a demon after all, so if you're an overheating mess when your on your period and prefer coldness over heat like I do, he's the perfect candidate

Overall another 10/10 experience

𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

now this little fucker on the other hand, good luck

He's a complete dumbass when it comes to your period, a bit of an asshole too

"We all deal with pain, tf makes you so special?" if looks could kill he'd be dead with the glare from you in response

If you've managed to get into a relationship with this gremlin, he obviously does care you you, in his own strange way

If you're irritable during it, he'll take it the worst and It'll start an argument ending with you sobbing and him storming out

He will however come back 20 minutes later and toss a bottle of Advil/Tylenol, a pack of chocolate/some snacks, a hot water bottle and one of his hoodies on the bed beside you as a silent apology

(He got a lecture from EJ and Liu)

He does try in his own way, he really does. He's just dumb and completely clueless

Cannot cook for absolute shit, this man somehow, every single time without fail, lights water on fire whenever he tries to make ramen so ermmm... Take out for you it is...

If you wanna cuddle, he'll huff about it but will end up laying beside you

He won't initiate any comfort like Toby or Liu, just guide his hands where you want them and tell him what you want, he'll do it with an eye roll and might grumble a little

(He secretly loves that you're relying on him but he'd never admit that)

Another freak like Jack, he won't eat you out on your period but he will fuck you during it

He likes seeing the blood on his fingers and dick (nasty ahh)

You'd have to beg him to take it slow though, he's rough and likes it that way (Plz do though you'll get some whimpering from him from the slow pace)

He's not the nicest guy, and he's rough around the edges with a lot of issues, but you're still his partner at the end of the day so he does try, as grumbly as he might be about it

As your relationship with him progresses more, he'd learn more and be easier on you during your monthly week of hell

overall 5/10 experience

𝐋𝐢𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

Liu, unlike unlike his younger brother, is a total sweetheart when you're on your period

While Liu didn't have any close female relations growing up, he'd pick up on things girls have said at school and he did learn about periods in health class, so when he started dating you he did a lot of research to prepare himself

Like EJ, he'll have everything ready for you and generally keep track of your monthly cycle

You wouldn't have to lift a finger, he's got everything handled

Hungry? He's already heading to the kitchen to cook you a nice meal

Since his dad was always working and his mom was always off somewhere, he had to take care of cooking dinner most nights, so he's a very good cook

If you're looking for some fast food though, he'll order and pick it up for you

He won't all the time though, he'll gently coerce you into letting him cook for you instead

He doesn't want you to get a stomach ache from greasy food on top of your cramps

Tea!! He's a big tea guy, so he'll bring you some soothing tea with things like ginger, cinnamon, chamomile, etc, in it.

When you're in a pissy mood, he'll either give you the space you need, opting to either sit on the bed beside you and read quietly or loom nearby incase you need him, or gently redirect your mood, cooing at you while petting your hair

(Which likely ends with you crying and feeling bad which he'll gently shush you and reassure you that he understands you don't mean it.)

If you struggle to sleep on your period, he'll curl up behind you, pressing you close to his chest while rubbing your stomach

If you still can't sleep, he'd quietly read to you to help you focus on something else till you fall asleep

Liu isn't overly hot like Toby, but he isn't a human freezer like Jack (demon freezer? idk you know what I mean)

He's a happy medium, warm enough to provide comfort but not boil you alive and not cold enough to make your teeth chatter

He's definitely an amazing cuddler though

he does have some muscle to him, but he isn't as toned as the other boys are from their use of melee weapons, so his body is on the softer side, just very lanky so he's a pretty comfortable pillow

Overall yet another 10/10 experience

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gothicxreylover · 5 months ago

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May I please request yandere hashiras poly with a fellow hashira s/o that distances themselves from the hashiras and they have CIPA

IM ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Unseen Chains

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Sorry for the wait I had this on hold for a while,I hope you enjoy! Also reader might be slightly mean towards the Hashiras.

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The sound of splintering wood filled the air as your blade cut through the training dummy with practiced ease. Around you, the training grounds were silent except for the distant call of crows and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. You welcomed the stillness; it was easier to pretend no one was watching.

But they were. They always were.

“Impressive, as always,” came Kyojuro’s booming voice, his words tinged with his usual enthusiasm. But beneath the warmth, there was an edge—a darkness that simmered just out of sight. “However, you’re pushing yourself too hard again.”

You didn’t turn to face him as you wiped your blade clean. “I’m fine.” The words were clipped, routine at this point.

“No, you’re not,” Sanemi’s sharp voice interjected. The Wind Hashira stalked closer, his gaze raking over you, narrowing on the bloodstain on your haori. “You’re bleeding again. Do you even notice when you’re hurt?”

“It’s nothing,” you muttered, tossing your haori over your shoulders. “I can handle it.”

“That’s what you always say,” Mitsuri said, her voice trembling with emotion. She moved to block your path, her green and pink hair catching the sunlight as her wide eyes pleaded with you. “But it’s not true! You can’t just ignore your body like this. We’re here to help you.”

“I don’t need your help.” Your voice came out sharper than intended, but you didn’t back down. You were sick of this. Sick of their constant hovering, their suffocating concern.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so dull about it,” Tengen’s voice rang out from somewhere above. He leapt down from a nearby rooftop, landing with a theatrical flourish that would’ve been amusing if the situation weren’t so tense. “You’ve got seven people ready to throw themselves at your feet to make sure you’re okay. That’s flashy as hell if you ask me.”

“It’s not flashy,” you snapped, glaring at him. “It’s invasive.”

“Call it whatever you want,” Tengen said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But you’ve got to admit, we’re not going anywhere.”

Your shoulders stiffened as you glanced around, realizing how they had surrounded you. Giyu lingered in the shadows, silent but watchful. Obanai stood near Mitsuri, his snake curling lazily around his neck as his sharp eyes tracked your every movement. Shinobu, as always, wore her unsettlingly calm smile, while Muichiro stood a little apart, his expression blank but his gaze locked on you. Gyomei towered behind them, his prayer beads clicking softly as if he were praying for patience—or strength.

“You think we’re just going to let you keep acting like this?” Sanemi growled, his voice low and threatening. “Like your life doesn’t matter?”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you said coldly, taking a step back.

“But we’re giving it anyway,” Kyojuro said firmly, stepping closer. “You may not care about yourself, but we do. We can’t sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”

“It’s not your decision to make!” you shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m a Hashira, just like you. I don’t need anyone watching over me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Shinobu said, her voice as soft and sharp as a blade. “Your condition makes you vulnerable in ways you refuse to acknowledge. If you won’t take care of yourself, then we’ll do it for you.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!” you yelled, finally snapping.

Tengen let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a post. “You’re feisty. I like that. But let me clue you in on something.” His grin widened, but his eyes held a dangerous glint. “When it comes to you, we’ve already decided.”

“Decided what?” you asked, your stomach sinking.

“That you’re not leaving us,” Obanai said quietly. His voice was calm, but his tone left no room for argument.

“You’re part of us,” Mitsuri said, her voice trembling with emotion. She reached for your hand, her touch gentle but unyielding. “And we’re not going to let you go, no matter what.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Gyomei rumbled, his deep voice heavy with concern. “Your condition makes it difficult for you to understand the risks you take. That’s why we must protect you.”

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered, stepping back only to feel the weight of their combined presence pressing in on you.

“Is it?” Giyu’s voice was quiet but firm. He stepped out of the shadows, his gaze locking onto yours. “You push us away, but we see what you’re doing to yourself. How can you expect us to stand by and do nothing?”

“I don’t need anyone—”

“You don’t have a choice in this,” Shinobu interrupted, her tone light but laced with steel.

“You’re ours now,” Tengen said, his voice dropping into a dangerous purr. “All of us. Whether you like it or not.”

The finality of his words sent a chill down your spine.

They weren’t bluffing. Their gazes, heavy with obsession and desperation, told you everything you needed to know. They had made up their minds.

And as the reality of your situation sank in, you realized that no amount of fighting or distance would change their resolve.

You were theirs.

And they would never let you go.

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ssa-neeks-prentiss · 8 months ago

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Day 8 of Whumptober!

BAU x CIPA!reader

Hints to David Rossi x reader

(Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis (CIPA) is a very rare and extremely dangerous condition. People with CIPA cannot feel pain. Pain-sensing nerves in these patients are not properly connected in parts of brain that receive the pain messages.)

^^ Google definition of CIPA btw!

Note : I do not have CIPA, so all of this is just research! I am very sorry to those who have CIPA and I have done it wrong

Word Count : 1k

Spurious : False but designed to seem plausible

You didn't notice as the unsub slashed your leg. You didn't cry pit in pain. The team didn't even notice you were injured. You weren't limping or wincing or showing any signs of injury.

You were stood after you had arrested him, you were panting heavily but you blamed it on the chase instead of any injuries you could have. You then walked out of the way before Derek pointed something out.

"Uh. Who's blood is that?"

You turned around to where Derek was motioning to.

"Probably from where I beat his ass."

You joked as you spotted the pool of blood. You joked like any normal person except.. Except you speech was slightly slurred. But it was so slight that no one noticed it. Not even the observant Spencer Reid.

Your joke made everyone chuckled and they went about their day and arrested him until Spencer and Derek jogged over to everyone.

"Hey. So uh. That blood isn't our unsubs." Spencer spoke.

Everyone looked up.

"So who was it?"

JJ asked with her worried mother tone.

Derek shrugged.

"We don't know."

"All we know is there is a trail of blood that leads right over here."

Spencer explained as he pointed to the line of blood spatter.

You cursed yourself silently. You should've checked. Everyone looked at each other as Emily questioned nobody in particular.

"Everyone looks fine?"

The rest of the team murmured in agreement as you grimaced. You didn't want to check but you probably had to. You cast a quick glance at everyone before looking down silently and sure enough. You could tell the blood was coming from you.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

Spencer asked as he noticed you looking down.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Every- every- everything is- is- good."

You spoke with a stutter and slurred speech. Fuck. So much for masking it.

"Are you sure?"

Emily inquired.

"Yeah- yep-."

You answered as you took a step forward.

"See. Fine-"

You stated before promptly collapsing. Rossi immediately moved forward to catch you.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Where does it hurt?"

He questioned and you grimaced as he kneeled to the ground to help you sit up.

"No, I can't feel anything. That's the problem. It doesn't. It never has and never will."

You admitted truthfully. As you opened your eyes you could see his questioning gaze before he voiced his confusion.

"What?"

Spencer, the ever genius he his, answered for you.

"CIPA, right?"

You nodded in response. You could see a few people running towards you.

"CIPA? What's CIPA?"

Rossi asked, concern lacing his tone.

"CIPA is a congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis is a very rare and extremely dangerous condition. People with CIPA cannot feel pain. Pain-sensing nerves in these patients are not properly connected in parts of brain that receive the pain messages."

Spencer recited and for the first time in a while, Rossi listened intently to Spencer's ramblings.

"Wait, so, basically, you can't feel pain?"

"Yep."

You then sat up on your own with as much ease as a normal person would, much to Dave's surprise.

"Wait, wait, don't move, you're going to bleed out!"

David fretted. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as the paramedics finally arrived to help. You muttered under your breath.

"So much for fast arriving. I could've bled out."

David let out a slight chuckle as he heard what you said and he silently agreed as they wheeled you away.

He stood up, not caring for the blood that covered his clothes, or the blood that stained his hands.

The only thing going through his mind at that moment was concern. Would you make it? How come the team didn't know about your.. Predicament? Until now. Until it could be too late.

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You blinked open your eyes slightly before squeezing them shut as the fluorescent lights flashed brightly above you. Just becoming aware of your surroundings, you felt something clutching your hand and the side of the hospital bed dipped slightly.

You waited a minute or two to adjust to the brightness before you could open your eyes fully and figure out why the bed was dipping.

You turned your head as you looked to the side of the bed.

"Dave?"

You muttered quietly. David's eyes shot open and up to your face.

"Y/N?"

He confirmed quietly. You hummed in response, your mouth dry as a desert. He immediately sat up and grabbed a bottle from the beside table and handed it you. You drank it and after your mouth was less dry you uttered out a simple thanks. It was all you could get out.

He smiled in response.

"I haven't been so tired in ages."

You joked quietly, trying to diffuse the tension. It obviously didn't work as David's face was serious.

"You lost a lot of blood. Too much. You were so pale.. You looked dead, Y/N."

You looked down to the ground and couldn't help feel a bit embarrassed. You hadn't wanted anyone to see you like that. Ever. But, what you want never gets. That was clear enough. You looked back up in the silence to find David staring at you and he whispered so quietly you thought you were making it up.

"I thought I had lost you.."

I. Not we?

"How did the team react?"

Before he could get another word in, Penelope barged through the door.

"Y/N?! Oh god, you're okay. You're good. Great!"

She then called the others in as you laughed weakly.

"Yeah, Penny. I'm good."

You smiled as the others filed in. They cared at least. You had never felt so loved before. You could get used to this feeling. The feeling of family. Of unconditional love.

"I should get injured more."

It was meant to come out as a joke but at the immediate shut down of the others with a glare from each of the you muttered.

"Jeez, okay, nevermind."

But seriously, you should get injured more if this was how they would react.

#whumptober 2024 #whumptober2024 #no.16 #criminal minds #fanfic #major injuries #close to death experience #typical criminal minds talk #bau x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #bau!reader #david rossi x reader

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