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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 month

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Remedy Epolouge

Pairing: Surgeon! Aemond Targaryen x fem! reader

Warning: mention of surgery, childbirth, fluff, Aemond's control issues

Summary: Even after a year of marriage, he was still a control freak.

Aemond got out of a 10-hour surgery, exhausted but happy with his work. The patient was stable and on their way to recovery.

Remedy Masterlist

He helped clean up the OR. A ritual he adopted in his resident years. It brought him peace. Like he was cleaning his mind. His phone dinged, indicating someone sent a text. During the operation, it had been unmuted. Everyone in the room knew that if his wife’s caller ID appeared on the screen, he would run to the maternity wing. But it did not happen. Which made Aemond’s anxiety increase. You were due any day now.

Ever since you reached the end of her pregnancy, he sat on pins and needles. He terrorised the nurse station daily to ask if the room he had booked for the arrival of his first kid was still available. They would nod, ensuring it was still free. Whenever the nurses of the maternity wing saw him coming their way, they just rolled their eyes. It became a habit to play rock, paper, and scissors for those who had to deal with him.

His overbearing nature got the best of him when you were over your estimated due date. He wanted to drive to the hospital and induce your labour. Talking gibberish while gathering your hospital bag and the car keys. It was the first and only time you ever slapped him. Hard. The look on his face was equal parts priceless but also heartbreaking. You loved him, you did. But he was overbearing and the constant worry got you out of the calm zone you had entered in your last pregnancy month. In plain words, you didn’t give a shit. If the baby needed more time, so be it. You were late to most of your things too. Your baby would inherit your tardiness to the annoyance of Aemond.

After finishing cleaning he walked out to the sight of a nurse who he had seen often. She stood right outside the operation room, smiling nervously at him. Shifting from one foot to the other. He didn’t need a psychology degree to know she was beyond nervous. „Hey, Aemond. First off, it was your wife. She told me to say you should not yell at me. It was her decision not to call. She is now in labour. Her contractions set in about an hour ago, but her water has not yet broken.“

His good eye seemed to pierce through the nurse. His anger simmering. They had a deal. She would call, and he would run. He took a deep breath in to get his anger to settle. Same breathing technique as the one you would use right now to reduce pain.

He nodded softly. „She is in the room?“ The nurse nodded. Aemond didn’t wait, he began to sprint through the hospital. Past numerous hospital staff and patients. Watching out not to crash into them. He didn’t care about any strange looks he got, his wife was in labour.

As he ran past the nurse station of the surgeon department he stopped for a short while. „Cancel all my other appointments, she is in labour.“

As fast as he came, as fast he was gone. The nurses looked after him, raising their brows and shrugging their shoulders. They had done that an hour ago. The operations were redirected to other surgeons and meetings were postponed. News spread fast in this hospital, especially the news of a doctor’s child being born.

Aemond crashed into the doorpost before he hastily made his way into the room. His breathing was ragged and his clothes were in disarray.

You were walking around the room, setting up your stuff while breathing like you learned in the baby classes. You held up the grey baby blanket with the bees embroidered on it. Smiling to yourself as you would hold your little one in it in a few hours. You felt like you smoked a joint as you walked around the room. But you didn’t take anything and the nurses hadn’t offered anything other than the question about an epidural, you declined.

Aemond walked in, sweat dripping down his face as he took you in. He could see who the laid-back parent would be, letting their kid eat dirt and who would be the helicopter parent.

„Are you alright?“ „How was the surgery? Everything went well?“ „Yes, the patient lives. How are you?“ He impatiently asked. His breath was short and ragged. His eyes were wide with panic.

You turned your gaze to him and smiled. „I am fine. The contractions are still half an hour apart. My next one should be in ten minutes. I stopped eating before you went to work. And I eat ice chips to stay hydrated. Is that all you need, doc?“ You smiled at him with an amused little smile.

Aemond rolled his eyes. You got so used to him going into doctor mode the last nine months. You knew what to say to each of his subtle questions. „Thank you, my darling.“ He whispered before kissing your forehead. „Baby in the right position?“ You nodded again. „They are. It feels like I have to pee constantly but it’s not the case.“

Malaenys Targaryen was born at three past five in the afternoon. She weighed 2580 grams and was 45 centimetres. She came into the world with a shrill cry. Her limps kicked at the nurses until she was swaddled into her bee blanket and put into Aemond’s arms.

Aemond had never been more in love and at the same time so scared of his wife as when she gave birth. He had nearly delivered their daughter himself if you didn’t yank him back to your side and threatened to send him home instead of letting him stay overnight with them if he didn’t calm down already and let the doctors, who had a lot of experience in this field, do their job. You looked so calm when you threatened him. The threatening smile at the end slightly aroused him.

As you slept, Aemond sat on the bed sofa, holding his sweet little girl in his arms. Watching her eyes move behind her eyelids. Her pale silver eyelashes framed her little periwinkle eyes hidden by her lids. A tuft of silver-white hair covered her little head. Her chubby cheeks pressed into his chest as she lay on him.

He caressed her back softly. Her breathing was small. Sometimes little grunts left her lips. Aemond chuckled at how cute they sounded. The anxiety and panic he felt were gone.

He never knew he could fall in love so hard and fast as he fell for you and now your daughter. He will not be an easy father, he hoped Malaenys wouldn’t be a handful during puberty, and he knew he would be an absolute pain in the ass for every single teacher of his precious little girl. But he knew he had you at his side. He knew he could make a great father as long as you were around.

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miguelschamp · 4 months

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labyrinth

pairing: drew starkey x actress!fem!reader

summary: drew calms your anxiety at poguelandia

warnings: secret relationship, mentions of anxiety, mentions of slightly harmful coping techniques, other than that, complete and utter fluff :)

you look around at the fans surrounding you. you were at poguelandia. the event being held to promote season three of outer banks.

you were apart of the main cast. you played a teenage girl that had been apart of the pogues since the very beginning. being best friends with jj and john b first and slowly adding in pope, kie, and sarah.

to say events like this gave you anxiety would be an understatement. it was all you could think about since you heard about it from your manager.

you were so scared of doing something wrong. literally anything could ruin someone’s image when they’re in the public eye.

you had been doing well so far, but as time went on you could feel yourself becoming increasingly anxious as it set in just how many people had come to see you.

you tried mingling with madison and jonathan to hopefully clear your mind and bring your mood up, but it wasn’t working.

luckily, madison had noticed your behavior and discretely called over the one person who could help you when you got in your head like this.

drew.

you look around as some fans call your name. you give them a smile and blow them a kiss which made them erupt in screams and shouts of praise.

you chuckle softly as you turn back toward madison and jonathan. you take a deep breath as you start to pick at your hands. a habit you’ve had the majority of your life. it was also a habit that you were trying to get rid of since it only ended in small cuts and bruises littering your hands.

“hey.” you hear. you look up as someone cups their hands around yours pulling them away from each other.

“drew ?”

“hey, what’s going on ?” he asks softly

you shake your head, “nothing.”

“you sure ?” he says. you notice that he hasn’t let go of of you.

“oh my god, drew and y/n.”

“are you guys dating ?”

“we love you guys.”

you turn toward the shouts. speculations of you and drew being together have spread over the internet like wildfire since the first season of outer banks. at first, they weren’t true. you guys really were just friends, but after awhile they were.

you and drew started dating just before the release of the second season, but you two agreed that you wouldn’t post your relationship all over the internet.

seeing as most of your lives were on full display no matter how badly you wanted to avoid it, you wanted this to be just between yourselves for as long as you possibly could.

yours and drew’s relationship was more than you could ever ask for. he treated you amazingly, making you feel as if you were the only girl in the entire world.

“hey.” he says quietly. you turn to him noticing that he’s gotten a lot closer. “don’t worry about them it’s just you and me right now.”

“i don’t know what happened. i was fine and then i wasn’t.”

“that’s okay.” he nods, “you’re doing amazing.”

“no, i’m not. this is my job and i can’t even do it without feeling like my world is caving in on itself.”

“everyone deals with something, baby. trust me when i say that you’re not the only actress dealing with this. you’re doing the best you can, alright ?”

you nod slowly as you look down at your hands. he still hadn’t let go.

“you’re gonna have to let go soon so no one says anything.” you mumble, but he heard you due to how close he was.

“i don’t care.” he says. “i’m worried about you right now.”

you look up at him catching his blue eyes shining through his glasses. “i’m okay.”

as drew looks down at you, he knew you weren’t fine. you were just trying to make him feel better about your situation. so, despite what you two had agreed to, his hand cups your jaw softly.

your brows furrow, but you instinctively lean further into his hand. you’re taken aback when he leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips.

you’re too enamored by drew to hear the gasps and murmurs of the fans that saw you guys. madison and jonathan smiling at each other at you two finally being together in public.

as drew pulls away, what just happened finally dawns on you. “drew-“

“i know.” he says, “i care more about you than what people have to say about us.”

you smile softly as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. you nod to yourself as you grab his hand that had been resting on your cheek.

you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek that earns a smile from your boyfriend. as you stand in front of him, drew gushes.

“i’m never washing this cheek again.”

you giggle as he wraps his arms around you pulling him into his chest. planting a kiss on your head as you two sway together.

your worries and anxieties washing away as you’re held by the man you love. and now everyone else knew it, too.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #miguelschamp

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multiplicity-positivity · 1 month

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Grounding Techniques

We often mention and recommend grounding on this blog as a way to help folks who feel dissociated, overwhelmed, anxious, dazed, blurry, or disconnected. But we don’t have a post specifically compiling grounding techniques, so we decided to make one! Here are a few things our system does to ground ourselves when we’re feeling out of it.

Breathe!

Breathe in deep through your nose for 4 seconds, filling up your chest and belly with air, then exhale through your mouth for 7 seconds. Rinse and repeat - we usually do this 4-6 times in order to gain a bit more clarity or calm down.

The following clip can also be used - feel free to save this and breathe along with it to help calm down!

(Description:) A short clip of a small line expanding into a triangle, square, pentagon, adding sides up to an octagon with the prompt “Breathe in,” then shrinking back down to a small line with the prompt “Breathe out” over a period of nine seconds (End Description.)

4-3-2-1

Try to notice and pay attention to your surroundings. List 4 things you can see, 3 things you can feel, 2 things you can hear, and 1 thing you can taste or smell. You could also do 5-4-3-2-1 for sight, touch, sound, smell, and taste!

Sharp Experiences

Pull yourself out of a spiral, bring your focus on the present, or gain some sensation if you’re dissociating with a sharp experience. Hold a piece of ice or eat a lemon slice our a sour candy. Our system carries Warhead candies to help ground ourselves with sharp experiences.

Observations

Notice all sorts of things around you - clothes, furniture, utensils, anything within reach that you can safely touch. What is the texture like? Is anything soft, rough, smooth, hard, cool, or bumpy? What does it look like? Can you name some specific colors or shapes that you see? Try to be as specific with your observations as you can.

Take a walk

Take a short walk outside or around your current space. Try to notice how your body feels as you move. Count the steps that you take. Look at everything around you, and notice how what you see and hear changes with your movement.

Centering Statements

A centering statement can be a great way to help ground yourself in the present moment in time and space. You can write your statement down beforehand and take a look at it whenever you need, filling in the gaps for your present moment and situation. The centering statement our system uses these days says:

“My name is [system member]. I am a part of the Halberd Crew. I am [age] years old. I have [physical features]. The date is [date] and the time is [time]. I am in [physical location]. If I need help, I can contact [partner system] at [phone number].”

REST

While this may work for grounding when dissociated, this strategy is more intended for calming down when overwhelmed. We’ve covered this technique in detail in a previous post, which we’ll link HERE (<- hyperlink).

This pretty much sums up the grounding techniques that various members of our system use in order to help themselves when feeling disconnected or frazzled. We hope something here can be of some use to someone out there! Remember to look after yourselves to the best of your ability, and use some of these techniques to help ground yourself if you need to in the future. Thanks so much for reading, and take care!

#grounding #grounding techniques #dissociation #blurriness #dissociative identity disorder #plurality #actually did #did osdd #not sure how to tag this - hope this is okay!

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st4rgzer · 4 months

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heyy i love your fics, like actually you have talent but anyways i have a really specific request so... can you please write something really fluffy where y/n is scared of needles, like she litterally can faint. so she has to go to the doctor (like get vaccine or something) and shes so anxious and afraid and she asks matt (you choose if they are dating or just friends yet) to drive her there and he agrees. she is trying to keep her cool but when she sees the needle and realizing what is going to happed she gets really stressed and like start to panic and matt try and calm her down? can you do it please? also i ADORE youre song fics.

NEEDLES matt sturniolo

summary: Matt goes with you to your dreaded appointment

genre: fluff!

cw!: needles!!!!!

a/n: hi love ty sm for requesting, i’m sorry if it isn’t exactly what you asked for? but i hope you like it, i am also deadly afraid of needles so this was hard to get through😭 (and i really really appreciate you like my song fics<3)

“Matt can we please reschedule the appointment please” I begged, tugging on his arm as he took a can of soda out the fridge.

“I’m sorry, baby, but you already postponed like, 3 times, plus i’ll be right there with you, okay?” He said before opening the can and sipping, then placing it on the counter, diverting his attention to his distressed girlfriend

“everything is going to be fine, we’ll go shopping after, get some food, whatever you want” He cupped my face as he tried to convince me not to fret, reassuring me that, despite my persistent stubbornness and fear of needles, I would be completely fine. I somewhat believed his words, although I think that thats just the effect of Matt being Matt.

I sighed and dropped my head to the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous, I know it’s stupid” I mumbled, my muffled words being hard to understand.

“Hey, look at me” He gently held my chin up as a slight pout formed on my face, earning a small grin from him.

“I’m going to be there, it’s just a small moment, nothing more” His words repeated like a mantra in my brain “a small moment, nothing more” I hoped it was just that, an instance.

I never knew why I was cursed with the fear of needles, I just was, ever since I was a little kid, the mindset kind of just stayed with me throughout all my life.

That night I slept uneasy, In Matt’s arms, which helped my situation slightly.

……

I cursed under my breath as the moment came, sat in Matt’s car, googling all the posible breathing techniques, anything that could take my mind off it just a little.

My grip on Matt’s hand became more and more tensed as we got out of the car and approached the doctor, I felt my heartbeats in my throat, and Matt sensed the discomfort in my steps.

“hey, I promise it’s okay” He whispered in my ear, placing a petal kiss on the crown of my head. I took a deep breath, and nodded, before stepping into the dreadful room where I hadn’t been for a long time.

As I sat down on the chair, I felt the heat rise to my whole body, making my hands sweaty, despite it being the middle of winter.

The nurse was friendly enough, I think I would’ve thought she was nicer if she wasn’t going to be actively piercing my skin with a needle.

“okay sweetheart, it’ll just be a pinch” She smiled at me, giving me the kind of comfort you get when an elderly woman smiled at you on the street. That helped distract me for approximately 5 seconds, before returning to taking deep breaths.

“Look at me, don’t look at your arm” Matt cautioned me, fighting to meet my gaze as I looked concerned at the lovely nurse disinfecting the spot that would later be punctured. (dramatic asf)

I hesitantly looked at him, founding some sort of consolation within the familiar smile. I decided to start tracing every detail with my eyes, trying to let my mind wander somehow.

I was enjoying finding new spots and freckles, curves, specs in his eyes, new things to admire . As absurd as it sounds, it surprisingly distracted me enough. My breath hitched and I winced, but when the needle finally made contact with my skin, and came out, it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated.

“Well done my love” He congratulated me, rolling my eyes at the embarrassment of being celebrated like a little baby, and to be fair, I did act like that, but I was enjoying the treatment.

Before getting into the car, he kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning against the hood of the car.

“Thank you for putting up with me being a scaredy cat” I mumbled, leaning my head against his chest.

“I’m happy to do so, and I’m keeping my promise on taking you out for lunch and shopping” He grinned at me as a smile started forming on my face, knowing there was no point on trying to convince him not to buy my all these fancy things, he’s too stubborn.

He opened the car door for me and put on my seatbelt, insisting that I don’t move my arm for 2-5 business days, even though the shot was on my non dominant hand. Who am I to decline this princess treatment?

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @iha8you @lovelysturniolo @gabbylovesreading @strnlsblog @strniolo @ssturniolo @sturniolol @stvrni0lo

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo

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impishjesters · 7 months

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Platonic Pomni x Reader

warning(s): mentioned/implied panic attacks note(s): I'm not too confident in my Pomni writing abilities, but she really is just anxiety personified so that can't be too hard... cause there's not much to go off of. A/N: Funny enough, despite the fact I have had many panic attacks, I've never been helped nor helped anyone else with one. So I uh, had to google how to... Request: could you maybe do a pomni x reader pomni is struggling to adapt to this new hellscape and the reader starts becoming very lowk protective of her- relationship is mostly platonic- maybe a lil fluff- idk-

Saying Pomni is struggling is an understatement, she’s full-on fighting a war in her head while also trying to slap on adapting to this world.

Similarly to Ragatha, you try helping Pomni settle in—except unlike Ragatha your head is on a bit better than hers. So even Ragatha goes to you asking for help in calming Pomni.

You are very well aware that almost right after arriving, had it not been for Caine, Pomni would’ve quickly abstracted. You don’t want that happening again so you take it upon yourself to help her.

It starts out simply wanting to just help her like you have the others. A sort of middleman between the colourful cast of characters here.

Pomni doesn’t necessarily follow you around like a baby duckling, but Ragatha and you are the two people she feels most comfortable with. And unlike Ragatha at times, you don’t brush off her worries. (Not that Ragatha does this intentionally, she’s dealing with a lot right now…)

At some point, the want to protect her gets a little bit more than your usual attempts at protecting everyone else. Most of the gang can hold their own, but Pomni is still uh, politely speaking, a fucking mess. (but that’s okay!)

Jax calls you Pomni’s little guard dog, he’s heard your bark but he has yet to experience your bite.

You keep Pomni away from Jax’s bullshit as much as possible, but there are times when both of you get roped into shit.

Whenever Pomni has an anxiety attack you are immediately there for her, close enough that she can see you but not too close that she feels smothered.

“Pomni sweetie, can you take a deep breath for me? That’s it, and exhale nice and slow, can you keep doing that for me?”

Sometimes the same methods of help don’t always work so it’s a cycle of getting her to physically stim to give her something to focus on and come back. The occasional 54321 technique except the 1 is always Pomni telling you one thing she liked the taste of.

Some methods are more effective than others, but by the end of it, she’s always tired. If she’s up for it you’ll often sit down with her and give her a hug or hold her hand.

Pomni’s not very physical with the things or people around her, so your hugs or handholds are grounding. A reminder that she’s not losing it, that this is real, you and everyone else is real.

Pomni’s very grateful that you are her friend and that she’s not stuck going through all this alone.

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc #pomni x reader #tadc pomni #pomni

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ash-says · 3 months

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Cheating Anxiety With Me

Seatbelts tight? Hands Steady? Are you still shaking? No, then lets rideeeee.

Anxiety the feeling of dread, uneasiness, fear, shaking, restless, heart beating rapidly, etc

Coping with anxiety is difficult especially for the mentally deranged girlies. No hate I love you all. You are just so my type of people.

Today I am going to tell you how to deal with it because you know what I say, "Kill or get killed."

The classic deep breathing technique: Start from 1 breathe in to the count of 4 then hold at 5 and breathe out from 6 to 10. This will help in evening out your breathing and slow down your heart beats.

Move, Sway and twirl: You feel an anxiety attack taking over you the best way to tackle all that excess energy released through FFF hormone is by MOVING YOUR BODY. Exercise. Dance. Run. Anything just move.

Sleep: Yeah, you read it right. Just shut down your system and sleep. This is my personal go to. Overwhelming anxious thoughts, feelings, anything we let it marinate over a nap. Works wonders for me.

Talk to a friend: Another personal go to. Sometimes the feelings are so loud, disturbing and dark that sleep is no longer an option. At such times talk it out. Seek a friend. Best if they are physically present with you. Ask for a hug. Loving touch. Don't be embarrassed. It does wonders. Trust me.

Nature therapy: One of the ways I accidentally discovered was that trees, plants and flowers can be extremely calming. No one to rely on. Go and hug a tree. I promise you it works. Social anxiety? Okay I got you also covered. Buy some fresh flowers or if you have house plants touch them. Inhale their scent. Graze the petals or leaves lovingly and tenderly. Feel them. It will calm you down.

Sugar saves the day: Okay some people might come at me for this one but honestly anything sweet is the holy grail for dealing with it. Now the trick here is not eating desserts and chocolates but rather fruits like grapes, banana, watermelons, etc. Basically eat healthy things. We don't want diabetes now, do we?

The 333 rule: This one goes like name 3 things in your surroundings, identify 3 sounds and touch 3 things. This helps in distracting your brain and calming down your wreck of a system.

Positive self talk: Keep on repeating like a broken record that it is going to be okay and you will get through it. As loud as your inner thoughts get that much loud this self talk gets. Basically overpower that annoying bitch inside you. Winning is the only option.

Identify the triggers and face them: Literally be a detective and find out your triggers and then put yourself through it by yourself until it becomes a normal thing for you. I am not advising this for dangerous things but you can try this on smaller triggers. Example: A song, a scent, a topic is a trigger to you. So now listen to that song, inhale that scent, read things around that topic willingly and train your brain and body to tackle it so that when it comes up suddenly your brain doesn't go in survival mode.

No to drugs, alcohol and risky behaviors: You should be going to them over your dead body. Please I am begging you don't indulge in them. Yes I am asking you lovingly, with teary eyes please don't do this to yourself. Don't punish yourself more. The world is already a harsh place if you won't be kind to yourself, who will be then?

Bonus one: Find a strict no bullshit friend who isn't afraid to call you out on your toxic behavior, put you in your place and is ready to be the pillar on which you can rely on. Because we are not able to differentiate in right and wrong during those times. Its really difficult to maintain the moral compass. That's why you need a community of trusted people to hold you down.

Fight your way back. Because this world is a cruel place babygirl. You do anything to survive. If you are still dreaming of a saviour. Dream on.

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bedoballoons · 8 months

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Omggggggg

ok but I have another one! And yes I am obsessed with demon slayer. so Tokito muichiro inspired x (angry bois also albedo and the dadd- like zhongli and Al-haithim.

so muichiro has Memory loss due to young tramaaaa, anemo vision fits best, has very baggy cloths to help with is battle technique, in his 7 form can literally turn into air, to quite but he is super fast. And ya. Ohh Also when we remember our past(tokitos brother was murdered plus his parents) I just want confurttt.

I only have one he because when I was around 1-3 l don’t remember I was diagnosed with eye cancer I things. We caught it early and we could either do chemo(which could’ve killed me) or remove the eye intirely so we did that. There’s more to the story but I’m so tired right now .

Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're okay! It sounds like it was a scary situation but you pulled through and now you have a pretty unique quirk about you! I hope you know that's really awesome <3

YAY okay I'm so excited for this request! Sorry it's been awhile since I've answered! I do have a question though! Do you think because he turns into air and Venti is the anemo archon, he could control him in that form?!?!?

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Tokito Muichiro like reader~༺}

CW: Reader has past trauma and memory loss, slight angst but mostly comfort and fluff! Some of these are extremely long and I apologize, I just got really into writing them...

(Includes: Zhongli, Albedo, Alhaitham, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Zhongli:

You sighed quietly, your head aching as memories swirled around your mind like a messy swamp...nothing making sense and yet...you were still trying to put the puzzle together. You just wanted to know...even if it would hurt, you had to know what happened in your past...

"You know, there are better ways to go about recovering your memories, as someone with a long history who remembers many things from very different time periods, I might be able to shed some light on the subject." You looked up to see Zhongli walking towards you, his voice as calm and collected as always...comforting in some ways.

You bit your lip, it seemed embarrassing to ask for help from someone else, but you'd run out of options...so it only seemed reasonable, "Please... help me." The tall man smiled at you, his eyes filled with kindness as he sat down beside you, looking up at the sky. "First of all you should take time to clear your thoughts, take a deep breath and then exhale...relieve yourself of all the unimportant thoughts clouding the memories you want to recover."

You did as he said, taking in a deep breath...and then slowly letting it out, even if it seemed a bit strange to you...it actually did help you feel slightly better. "Very good, now I want you to think about the snippets you do remember, concentrate on the little things, tiny details one wouldn't usually focus on..but don't frustrate yourself, getting overwhelmed won't do you any favours."

You nodded, closing your eyes and recalling your few memories as best as you could...the scent of the air...the sounds...even down to the smallest shred of movement...and just like that, it came back to you. The images of your brother...your parents, all of it playing over and over while you tried to stop it, but it was like you were trapped in your own memories, screaming for help.

And then, nothing...you were back in Liyue...Zhongli holding you in his arms while you stared blankly at him..."Are you alright?" He asked, but you didn't even have it in you to answer...the suddenness of what just happened leaving you silent with shock. He seemed to notice this, kissing your head softly and rubbing your back, perhaps it would be better to not remember all at once...

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo gently touched your vision, the soft teal glow of it very familiar to him...beautiful and inviting, but earned from such sorrow and loss. A loss he wished could have been reversed...while you on the other hand, weren't focused on the vision or its meaning, you were far more concerned with perfecting your fighting style. "Albedo?" You looked at him curiously...he seemed so interested in your vision, but he'd seen many of the course of his lifetime...why was yours so captivating?

"Oh apologies love, I was just thinking about something. Back to the topic at hand, I've given your clothes a bit more of a baggy design, making sure to leave lots of room for movement and airflow. Please let me know if anything is uncomfortable, I'll make adjustments to improve their quality." He handed you a stack of clothing, the material soft and comfy looking, but also durable...perfect.

You rushed into the empty room nearby and changed clothes, leaving your old ones behind before hurrying to the dummy you'd set up by the entrance. You practiced your fighting techniques, already impressed by Albedos work and also very aware that he was watching you closely...maybe...he was worried about you?

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham closed his book, looking up from his desk to check on you...and noticing the bags under your eyes, you'd been tossing and turning in your sleep all night...mumbling things about death. You had him very worried, and that was saying something because he truthfully didn't concern himself with other people's issues unless they were incredibly serious, but your sleepless nights and difficult past...were starting to really impede your life, he just wanted to help.

He stood up from his chair, breaking your attention away from the plate of food you'd been poking at for a hour now and leaving you slightly confused, by now you'd gotten used to Alhaithams schedule and the one thing he never left out or cut short was his reading time...so why was he doing so? "Alhaitham, are you alright?" You asked, looking up at him slightly worried and running through different scenarios in your head, each one not really making enough sense to be considered a explanation.

"I'm perfectly fine, I'm more concerned with you. Would you like to take a nap together? You look exhausted and I can only assume you won't want to sleep alone because of your recent nightmare increase." Alhaitham held out his hand to you, gesturing towards the door as you tried to comprehend what he'd just said...he wanted to take a nap with you? "Oh...alright." You didn't really know a better way to answer as you accepted his hand and the two of you made your way to the large couch in the livingroom.

You crawled onto it first, watching as he left for a moment, only to return with your favourite blanket. Then he joined you on the sofa, sighing in content as you cuddled up to him and he covered you both up, in truth he was hoping this would help with not only your lack of sleep...but the nightmares themselves. He just wanted you to be okay.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

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Turning into air...was unlike anything else, exhilarating...calming...terrifying and apparently one of your most alluring qualities, well in Wanderers opinion anyway. Other than him most of the people in Sumeru considered this some type of witch craft, even though you carried a vision...they saw you as an outsider and whenever you attempted to take a trip to the city you get many stares.

Wanderer was the only one who found it beautiful, although to be honest he found everything about you beautiful and for some reason you were incredibly easy to talk to...to relate to. You'd share moments together where one of you would be caught up thinking about the things you couldn't change...forced to remember times you'd wish you could forget and then you'd comfort eachother, make the other feel better just by knowing what it was like.

"Heyyy get your head outta the clouds. The sooner we help her royal majesty the cabbage head, the sooner we can go home." Wanderer gently bonked your head, pulling you back into reality and making you smile, a very light blush colouring your cheeks.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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autistic-duck · 2 years

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Autistic Context: If You're Not Autistic, You Don't Have It

I was reading an article titled "Why Autistic Kids and Adults Develop Intense Fears and Phobias" and I found a quote that helps explain why most allistic people screw up when trying to help an autistic person calm down from a meltdown.

Here's the quote:

"Non-autistic people do understand a lot of autistic expressions and mannerisms... But, non-autistic folk lack the context to understand those behaviors as meaningful or valid."

In other words, allistic people can see when we are in intense amounts of pain and distress, but they don't understand why we are feeling that way, as there is nothing obviously causing this distress.

Meltdowns are painful, but what makes my meltdowns exponentially worse is when someone tries to guess what's going on in my head. 9 times out of 10, the person trying to comfort me gets it completely wrong. For them, losing their phone is a mild inconvenience that can be remedied by asking around, calling the phone, or retracing their steps. For me, losing my phone can launch me into a spiral of emotions that had been building up.

In my experience, most people assume I am having a panic attack and they use tactics they learned to help calm down panic attacks. Most of these tactics don't work for me. Oftentimes, these remedies make the situation worse because it shows that the person trying to comfort me doesn't understand what I'm feeling. They assume they know, but they don't have the context that comes from inside my head. In these moments, I feel isolated and misunderstood.

When they see me on the ground, curled up and biting my fists, they ask, "What's wrong?"

When I say, "I can't find my phone," they try to get me to stop crying by explaining it's really not that bad. We can look for it together. Take a deep breath. You're not in any danger. Calm down.

They don't feel what I'm feeling, how it's impossible to stop the whirlwind of emotions. They assume it's a panic attack because what else could be causing me to react so emotionally to something so small?

Allistics don't understand the context, and they'll never fully understand because they aren't autistic. Sure, they feel intense emotions, but normally these emotions are caused by a sudden event such as a death, a car accident, or a divorce, not a missing pack of gum or a shirt that's too tight.

Meltdowns are not the same as panic attacks, and there are different strategies for these experiences. If you personally know someone with an autism diagnosis (or they have self-diagnosed), please educate yourself on what you can do to help during a meltdown. Here's a helpful article, but there are plenty of other resources online. Also, make sure to directly ask the autistic person if they have any preferred calming techniques (ask this question when they aren't having a meltdown, though, as making any decisions is extremely difficult to do during one).

Anyway, I hope this was helpful for other autistics or people trying to learn a little bit more about what it can feel like to be on the spectrum.

#autism spectrum #actually autistic #autism #autism pride #actually neurodivergent #asd #autism awareness #actuallyautistic #autistic adult #autistic #autism acceptance #autism spectrum disorder #autistic experiences #autistic feels #autistic pride #autistic spectrum #autistic culture

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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Hey, I’m the anon that requested the last Crimson one shot! Ty for taking my request! I will gladly ask for more, as I’m still obsessing over him atm! Could you do some hcs of him with a socially awkward/anxious reader? It may be a bit weird but it would mean a lot! And pwease make him nice (to us) :3. Thanks! ❤️ 😈

Crimson Knolastname x GN!Reader Headcanonss

Also this reader is anxious, there is references to pulling your own hair, chewing your nails, biting your knuckles

TW because this us an 18+ show I'm writing about. It may include cussing, sexual themes, and more.

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Y/N sat on the floor underneath Crimson's desk, back pressed against the side where the drawers lay, writing in their journal to make scenarios and possible reactions. Most of them were either too obscure or made Y/N sound more confident, but it helped a lot. They glanced up at Crimson silently, watching him type on the computer, face unnaturally calm. Y/N scoot around so the side of their head rest against his leg, continuing to write as the typing slowed because one hand rest on

Y/N's head.

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- Crimson doesn't entirely understand the concept of deep-rooted anxiety or any reason for being shy other than lying

- it takes some time for him to understand but when he does he becomes very protective

- Y/N: live laugh love

crimson: bite maim kill

- he trues to make you laugh if he notices you getting tense, but sometimes it doesn't help

- he doesn't know what to do when you won't talk to him, sitting in silence and bouncing your leg

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Crimson gave up on trying to actually communicate and slid down the wall to sit next to Y/N with a sigh, taking his hat off and leaning his head against the wall. Y/N was messing with their hair, tugging and detailing the strands until they came out between their fingers. Crimson watched silently for a moment.

"You can't do that anymore, honey. You'll go bald."

"Maybe that's the point."

"It's not."

He reached over and took Y/N's hands away carefully. Y/N was prone to yank away violently when they were acting like this. There was a bandaid over several of Y/N's fingertips where they had chewed the nails down too far before Crim could stop them. He sighed, pulling Y/N closer, resting Y/N's hands on his knee.

"Where's your journal?"

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- he definetly learns little breathing techniques with you because Chaz used to make fun of you

- of course he can't anymore-

- but he likes it and catches himself using them when he gets over-angry at a stupid worker when shooting them doesn't help

- he notices you biting your knuckles one day when you're talking with a few of his colleagues

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Y/N nods absently, not really paying attention to the conversation as it happened. The attention was directed directly to them, since the conversation was about their bosses new lover, but Y/N felt more like an object then a person. They bit down particularly hard after a question about their sex life and winced, pulling their knuckle away in suprise. Crimson appeared immediately, wrapping a damp paper towel around it and glaring at the loan sharks.

"That's not a real appropriate question, is it fellas?"

A chorus of apologies and excuses were made, but Crimson paid them no mind. He shot the question asker and Y/N smiled faintly as the others scrambled quickly.

Crim applied more pressure to the bleeding knuckle and Y/N pulled away, recoiling.

"S-Sorry-"

"No, it's okay. I was a little too late to get that stupid finger out of your mouth."

"It's okay. I didn't even realize."

"You have a million little fidget things, you don't even use them."

The question was surly, but Y/N simply ignored it. They held Crimson's hand, using their thumb to play with his.

"I guess I just like your hands better."

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IDK WHAT ELSE SO I TRIED THANK YOU FOR READING H

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Heyy can I request something soft and calm with Trent when u have a very bad day so he tries to make you happy to stay home with you on a rainy and cold day🥹

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Trent Alexander-Arnol x Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I don't watch Liverpool so I wasn't too sure of Trent's personality, but I did my best as always! I also tweaked your request a bit so I hope you do not mind ((: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, Ive finished 4/7 request that I currently have and will schedule them to be posted throughout the week so be on the look out for your request c: <33 ♥

The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as you sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and a dimly lit lamp. The rain is pouring down outside, pattering against the windowpane like an incessant drumbeat. You've been studying for hours, but the information just doesn't seem to be sticking. You read a page of notes, and it seems like the words are just jumbled letters on a page. You try to remember the names of the bones in the human body, but they all blur together in your mind. You continue to review the information, trying different study techniques like creating flashcards, drawing diagrams, and taking practice quizzes. But the more you try, the more frustrated and stressed you become. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting. You got this you got this, you think to yourself. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as the realization sets in that you might not be ready for this exam. You try to reassure yourself that you've studied as much as you can, but the fear of failure creeps in. As you delve into your notes, lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second before disappearing just as quickly. The flicker of light startles you for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure and return to your studies. As the morning goes on, you become more and more exhausted, both mentally and physically. You're running out of time, and the pressure is building. You want to cry, scream, or just give up. But you know that you can't afford to do any of those things. You have to push through and keep studying, even if it feels like it's all for nothing.You began studying at six in the morning, and it is now three o'clock. Since you are studying for your current class, Anatomy and Physiology, Trent has not bothered you because he understands how important it is for you to be by yourself so you can concentrate. After all, majoring in Sports medicine is not the easiest thing in the world.

Trent yells, "Babe," and lifts his fist to knock. After a little wait, there was no response. He knocks once more, this time slightly louder, but there is still no answer. When he gently opens the door, he sees you seated in the desk chair with papers all over the place and your head down against the textbook.

You do not hear Trent as you are too lost in your mind so feeling his hand touch your shoulder causes you to jump up and quickly turn your head. Just by the way you are looking at him he could tell something was wrong. You are always beaming with light, Trent would say if someone asked him to describe you, your smile could light up the whole room. Your eyes are always so lovingly that each time you would look into his eyes, it would cause his heart to tug. But right now, you have a slight frown on your face and your eyes are droopy. You look up into his eyes as he stares down at you, analyzing. You see he is wearing a black tracksuit and has his futebol bag in his hand, “Oh you came in to tell me you are heading out for practice? Have fun,” you give him a small smile as if you are feeling okay, and of course Trent does not buy it. When it is raining, or in this case thunderstorming, they usually practice inside so it is no surprise that he still is about to head out. You are about to turn around, but then hear him speak, “Did you eat yet?” You shake your head no, “I haven't had time…. Or should I say I don't feel the need to?” “Didn't you say the exam is on Friday?,” he questions, causing you to nod your head. Today is Monday, but of course anatomy is not something you can just study at the last minute in hopes to pass the test. He stares at you for a few minutes, before dropping his bag and grabbing your hand. “Come on, you've been studying all morning and it is draining you.” As he grabs your hand to pull you out of your seat you begin to protest,”But Trent I-” “You will be fine. You studied today, and you can continue to study more tomorrow. But, Don't try to study all day because that's when your brain goes into overdrive… Plus I don't think the thunderstorm is helping you right now,” and as if on cue- a loud roar of thunder can be heard. You sigh, nodding your head, giving in. He smiles as he takes you out of the study room, bringing you into the living room and notions for you to sit down on the couch. He picks up the remote from the coffee table, handing it to you, “Pick out a movie for us to watch and I will be right back.” You are about to question where he is going, but he is already quickly leaving the room. You bite your bottom lip, exhaling a deep sigh as you mentally give in and try to destress yourself. You begin to flip through Netflix to try and find a movie for you two to watch.

Meanwhile, Trent stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, trying to decide what to make for you since you more than likely have not eaten yet. He knew he wanted to make something fulfilling, yet light on the stomach. He scanned the shelves, looking for inspiration. He saw some fresh vegetables, a carton of eggs, and some cheese. He decided to make you a vegetable omelet, as he knew you loved them.He quickly chopped up some onions, peppers, and mushrooms, and sautéed them in a pan. Then he whisked some eggs in a bowl, added a splash of milk, and poured them into the pan. As the omelet started to set, he sprinkled some cheese on top and folded it over. He plated the omelet, along with a side of fresh fruit and some toast. He also poured a glass of orange juice, knowing it was your favorite.Trent carries the breakfast to the living room, where he sees you sitting on the couch, looking stressed and tired. He presents you with the plate, and a warm smile.

"Here you go, my love," he said. "I made you a vegetable omelet, just the way you like it." The aroma from the food fills your nostrils, instantly making your stomach grumble to remind you just how hungry you unconsciously are. You smile as you grab the plate from him, thanking him, and instantly grab the fork to begin to eat. Trent sits down beside you, watching you intently as you savor each bite of your meal. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, from the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders to the way your eyes sparkled in the light. As you take another bite, Trent's mind begins to wander. He thought about all the times you two had spent together, laughing, talking, and just being with each other. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl in his life. Lost in his daydream, Trent didn't even notice when you finished your meal and looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Trent blinks, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing," he replies sheepishly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as his smile never leaves his face,allowing his dimple to peek through, "I was just admiring how beautiful you are.". "Oh hush you are soooooo cheesy!,” You laugh, shaking your head, “Thank you for the food baby," you say, leaning to give him a quick kiss. Trent feels his heart swell with love for you as he pecks your lips. As you browse Netflix once more, you lean against his side and put your arm around his. "Let's watch Scary movie 2," you suggest. Trent releases his arm from your grasp and wraps it around you so that your head can rest on his chest as you continue to speak, "It's dumb but it's funny." Trent leans his head against yours as you click on the movie. He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, love.” He tells you to wait a second before stepping away from you once more just as you are about to start the movie. He then stands up and walks through the hallway. A short while later, he returns, with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, saying, "Alright, I'm ready now."

When the movie is over, you decide to just have a "movie day" and keep binge-watching films.

Now halfway through the second movie, you and Trent are cuddled up on the couch wrapped in the cozy blanket he brought prior . The TV's quiet hum and the pelting rain on the windows from the storm that is forecast to last all day were the only sounds coming from the living room. As a result of feeling so calm and at ease in Trent's arms, you start to feel quite exhausted. He watches as you snuggle closer to him,your head resting on his chest, and he feels a wave of tenderness wash over him. He knows school has been stressing you out lately, with exams and assignments piling up, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, soothing you as you closed your eyes and relaxed. Trent feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He wants to be there for you, to support you in every way possible, and to make sure you know how much you mean to him. As he looks down at you, he knows that he is willing to do anything to make you happy. He begins to think about all the little things he could do to make you feel better in times like this - make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, send flowers to your university to surprise you, etc. He knew that these small gestures could make a big difference and help you feel loved and supported during this stressful time. He hugs you tightly as you snuggle even closer. He knows that he will always be there for you, no matter what. He vowed to himself the day he asked you out that he will take care of you, to support your dreams, and to be your partner in everything you both do. And as he looks down at your angelic sleeping state, he feels grateful for every moment you two have shared and looks forward to a future filled with love, laughter, and cuddles on the couch.

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 29- Hypnosis/ Mind Control

Pairing: Demon!Kino x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-con, unprotected sex, biting/marking, creampie, use of good girl, mentions of later being used by all of Pentagon.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

Kino was known for being the best hypno therapist around. So, when you found that you've been having a hard time sleeping and nothing else seemed to be working you decided what harm it did to give him a shot. You made your way to Kino's office, feeling slightly skeptical but also desperate for a good night's rest. The office was located in an old building, with creaky wooden floors and dim lighting. Kino greeted you with a warm smile and offered you a comfortable armchair to sit in.

"Tell me, what seems to be the problem?" he asked in a soothing voice.

"I just can't seem to fall asleep at night. I've tried everything - meditation, sleeping pills, relaxation techniques - but nothing seems to work," you explained, feeling a sense of relief to finally voice your troubles to someone who might be able to help.

Kino nodded in understanding. "I see. Well, I think I have just the thing for you." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a metronome.

"This is a special metronome that I use in my hypnotherapy sessions. It's designed to help guide you into a deep state of relaxation and sleep. Are you ready to give it a try?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling hopeful that this might be the solution to your problem. Kino placed the metronome in front of you and began to swing it back and forth.

"Focus on the sound of the metronome," he instructed, "let it lull you into a state of calmness and relaxation." You followed his lead, allowing the steady rhythm of the metronome to wash over you. Your body began to feel heavy and your mind cleared of all thoughts. Kino's voice became distant, as if it was coming from somewhere far away.

"Relax your body," he continued, "let go of all your worries and fears. You are safe here with me." You felt yourself slipping deeper and deeper into a trance-like state. The metronome became the only thing in the world that existed, and all your senses became focused on it.

As you drifted deeper into the hypnotic state, you heard a faint whisper in your ear. The voice was familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Relax. Let yourself go," it whispered. The metronome continued to swing back and forth, and you felt yourself being pulled along with the gentle rhythm. The voice continued to speak softly, urging you to let go of all your worries and fears. You felt a warm, comforting presence enveloping you, and you surrendered to the hypnotic trance completely.

In this deep state of relaxation, you felt as though you could let go of everything and sink into the vast emptiness of your mind. You were weightless, without a care in the world. You felt as though you were floating on a sea of calm, with nothing to worry about and no one to disturb your peace. As the metronome continued to swing, you felt the hypnotic trance deepen. You could feel your body becoming more and more relaxed, and it felt so good to be here.

Kino smiled as his plan was working. The deeper you fell into his trance the easier it would be to have his way with you and then make you his.The demon needed to eat somehow and what better way than to use his powers to put unsuspecting victims in blissful trances. You allowed yourself to relax more in his trance loving the weightless feeling and not having to think about anything. Totally unaware of the demon's intentions of taking your body and feeding off your soul.

Your mind drifted in the blissful trance; you were completely unaware of the demon's intentions. The metronome's rhythmic ticking was the only sound that echoed through the room. The demon continued to whisper in your ear, his voice soft and seductive. As he spoke, his breath tickled your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let go of all your worries and fears. Surrender to me, and I will give you everything you desire," the demon whispered. You felt a strange sensation washing over you, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The demon's touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt as though there was nothing in the world that could match this feeling of euphoria. Kino's hands traveled your body gently. He wanted to make you his but, he also wanted to take his time and make you feel good.

Your body responded eagerly to Kino's touch, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You were lost in the sensation, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure that was coursing through you. You moaned softly as Kino's hands moved over your body, exploring every curve and dip, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The demon's whispers grew louder, his voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now," he said, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I will take care of you, make you feel good. All you have to do is surrender to me."

You felt yourself nodding, unable to resist the allure of his voice. You didn't care what he wanted from you, all that mattered was the pleasure he was giving you. Kino's hands continued to move over your body, his touch sending bolts of electricity through you. You panted as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of release.

At last, you could take no more and with a soft cry you found your release.

The demon licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched you come. You were his now and he would be taking your body and soul. He'd been around for a very long time and had never had a a woman's soul. This fact made him very happy as he watched you slowly come down from your orgasm.

"That was lovely. I'm glad you enjoyed it," Kino said sweetly, "now, it's time for me to make you mine."

You looked at him in confusion as he leaned in to kiss you. You could feel the rush of lust as his lips pressed against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He moaned softly against your lips as you kissed him back, his tongue invading your mouth. As you felt his hand sliding up your leg you knew what was next. You'd barely had time to register his words before his hands began to wander down to remove your pants and underwear. He hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy all for him. He removed his own pants and underwear letting his cock spring free.

"You will make a magnificent queen for my brothers and I," he said, "First, I must take you and make you mine. Body and soul."

He moved forward to kiss you again as he lowered himself down between your legs. He looked into your eyes as he slid into you, letting you feel his hard cock slowly filling you up inch by inch. At first, you didn't know what to think but, your body responded and you found yourself meeting his thrusts with your own.

You moaned as he began to fuck you faster, the look of pure lust in his eyes exciting you. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he fucked you harder and faster, his hips slapping against your ass. You felt the fire of passion burning within you, growing in intensity, until you couldn't hold on any longer.

You screamed in ecstasy as you came again, the demon still thrusting into you. He moaned in response, his pleasure mixing with yours. "Don't stop," you begged as he continued to thrust into you, his rhythm never slowing. You writhed beneath him as your third orgasm approached quickly, his cock sending jets of pleasure through your body.

"I will never stop," he grunted, "and you will never leave." His pace quickened even more, his eyes never leaving yours.

You cried out, the sensation of the demon's cock pumping into you too much. Your third orgasm hit harder than the previous two, and you felt yourself being pulled under by the intensity of the pleasure. The demon continued to fuck you, harder and deeper. He let out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. You felt his cock twitch inside you as his orgasm hit. He continued to thrust into you, filling you with his cum. As he came down from his orgasm, he bit hard into your shoulder. In the trance state you were in there was no pain only pleasure as he fed on your soul officially leaving his mark on you binding you to him forever.

After he had finished marking you and feeding on your soul he withdrew his teeth from you and licked the wound to help it heal. Then, he helped you clean up and get redressed. He fixed himself up and slowly lifted you out of the trance. The demon smiled from above you and kissed you again before pulling you into a sitting position and putting his arms around you.

"I claimed you the first time I made you orgasm," he whispered as he pulled you in close to him.

"Do you remember everything that has happened here?" he asked you, his voice was low and sultry. You nodded slowly, your mind still foggy from the trance and the pleasure.

"My brothers want to meet you," he continued, "and to show you the pleasures you have yet to experience." You nodded again, your mind slowly beginning to come back together.

"They will be here soon," he explained, "I can feel it. They are anxious to meet you, and you to meet them." He kissed you gently, his lips soft and sweet.

"I can't wait for them to meet you," he said, "I think they will be happy with what they find." He smiled at you again and you felt your heart skip a beat. The demon could see the look of lust in your eyes. He hadn't used much of his powers on you yet and already you were falling for him.

"You know in your heart that you belong to me, and my brothers," he said, his lips curling into a smile as he watched you fight to stay in control.

"Come now, we have much to do," he said as he led you to the mirror. Once there, he turned you to face him and smiled at you. "I'm glad that you're here," he whispered, his breath brushing against your skin, "I'm sure that one day you'll love me as much as I love you."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his words. "How could you love me? You don't even know me?" "Don't worry, my dear." he said again, "I will be showing you."

As you looked into the mirror, you watched as a dark mist crept up behind you. You turned to face it, and once you did you watched as the mist wrapped itself around you. Before you knew it, you could no longer see yourself in the mirror and when you turned to face Kino again, all you found was an empty room.

You sat down on the floor, trying to think about what had just happened to you. You weren't sure what to think or how to feel. What had that all meant? Slowly, the mist cleared and you were able to see yourself again. When you looked in the mirror, you found that a beautiful tattoo of a daisy in a pentagon had appeared on your shoulder. You stood up and took a closer look at the tattoo. It was Kino's mark on you. You felt something stir inside of you. You couldn't wait to see him again and to meet his brothers.

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A/N: The self-indulgence is so real! Also, hooray I am almost caught up!

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #k pop smut #x reader #kino x reader #kino pentagon #kino smut #pentagon smut #pentagon

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adelaidedrubman · 7 months

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every fucking wednesday huh

tagged today by my dears @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat to share something for wip day!

on this second nanowrimo wednesday (boo!) i give you a VERY rough excerpt of a hl&s scene i had envisioned in my mind’s eye for quite some time and banged out during the early november sprint before i immediately lost steam. very sloppy and very long (as always no pressure to Read All That) but here is a bit of jessie answering john’s questions about what is so special about fishing

“Everyone who actually has to live in the real world finds some way to kill all that angry static buzzing around in their brains. Something that sets off that click —” she snapped her fingers, then curled the hand back into a tense fist, “that shuts it all down to go peaceful for a while, without just making you feel dead. Lotta folk turn to drink. Real simple folk find the Lord. Me?”

She smiled, huffing out a gentle, breathy laugh.

“I go fishing.” The calm she had described now belatedly slipped into the even pace of her words. “Because everything about the world that pisses me off, fishing is the exact opposite. It’s a challenge. A battle of wits. You gotta work to catch a fish — real work, not just doing shit because somebody decided you gotta to take home a paycheck. With fishing, you gotta think, you gotta feel, you gotta use your hands. Stay alert to every little movement in the water. Know what’s gonna catch a fish’s eye, and have the skill to do it right. Know how to think like a fish. Appreciate ’em so you can lead ’em to their doom. Feel the tension in your muscles as you fight against a big one on the line. Your heart racing at the thrill of finally reeling it in. You’re using your brains and your body to wrestle for control with the fish — and if you do it right, you actually get it. It’s work, but it’s also —”

Her fist unclenched, tension easing from her shoulders.

“Calming,” she concluded, almost under her breath. “It’s so simple, but you’re accomplishing something. You’re part of the world around you, and for once it all means something. For once, it’s not a world I hate being in. It’s a world that’s just the sun beating down on your back, the wind in your hair, the sound of water beating against the dock. And beneath all the equipment and technique, it’s just you and the fish. It’s engaging, but peaceful. Fishing is —”

She looked down at her feet, her nose crinkling with an almost lazy, half-hearted irritation. “When I’m fishing, I feel real. I feel free,” she said softly, resolutely. “You wouldn’t fucking get that.”

John didn’t bother to hide the way he slowed his stride this time, nor the way he looked at her — drawing in a deep breath before coming to a complete stop, then turning to face her. He allowed himself a moment to rake his eyes along her profile, bask in the sense that he was truly seeing her for the first time — all that high-strung energy, all that barely contained fury packed into the tense ridge of her jaw, begging for release.

“I get it more than you would ever know,” he told her, heart pulsing an extra beat at the responding jitter of starlight glittering golden eyes towards him, before she stubbornly looked away again. Such a fragile flutter, a baby bird’s wings just beginning to beat against its breast.

Human — she was so undeniably human. In a way most people weren’t, in a way that managed to burrow itself down to that deepest, most difficult to reach part of his soul that was still soft and warm and a place where joy could spread. A place someone could nestle into and make a home. As if she’d snagged her fishing line at the depths of the lake, and managed to hook a long-lost sunken treasure.

“It’s exactly how I feel when I’m flying,” he explained, looking up towards the skies. “It requires complete concentration. If my focus slips for one moment — if there’s a single shift of the wind I fail to account for, I could go hurtling to my death. Just as easily, send every sin —” He caught himself, “...single person beneath me to theirs. I hold all that destruction within my grasp. I’m powerful. I’m in control. I’ve bested fate.”

He paused, finding only the slow building chirp of crickets filing the silence — for once, she wasn’t interrupting him, wasn’t rushing to fire back some clever insult. For once, she was hanging off his every word.

And looking at him. Hard as she tried to hide it — tucking her chin down and pressing her ear near towards her shoulder as she twisted at the waist to face him without facing him, the lingering of deepening tawny at the corner of her eyelids betraying her facade of detachment.

“But more than that…” He dared to take a step towards her, to turn himself so they were just a sliver closer to facing each other directly. “When I’m up in my plane, I feel —” A smile. One that felt natural spreading across his face. A smile just for her, the kind of smile he so rarely ever got to give — one given knowing that the person on the receiving end of it would actually understand why he was smiling. “Free. The world and every horrible thing in it is miles away from me — and if I want to, I never have to come down without bringing hellfire with me. When I’m up there, nothing can reach me.”

He dropped his voice to barely above a whisper. “I’m in control, but I’m free.” He let the revelation settle in the air between them — it was odd, he didn’t know if he would have ever been able to vocalize it so clearly, without her. “There are very few things in this world that can really give you that feeling.”

Jessie lifted her jaw — so strong, so proud, always. Imposing enough it had caused him all this time to overlook just how delicate her features really were. Those soft, rosy lips; her round little button nose; those wide doe eyes framed by darling doll lashes, taking him in so fully.

Yes, there it was — her eyes met his, she was looking at him.

It was just as he’d dared to hope. She saw him, she saw everything.

He was seen, and she kept looking.

She stepped closer. Her eyes trailed along his face at a leisurely pace. She finally blinked, slowly, but never looked away.

She inhaled, deeply, her eyes not wavering as her chest rose.

“That’s nothing like fishin’, dumbass,” she said decidedly, craning her neck back and shaking her head back and forth, as if in complete disbelief at just how ridiculous his statement was. “Flying planes is a dumb rich people hobby,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand, looking back over her shoulder at him as she walked past him in the vague direction he’d been leading them. “Those aren’t the fuckin’ same.”

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#jestiny when she’s in an empath contest and her opponent is john seed ig #bitches will call you pretentious then do cat on a hot tin roof monologue as a bit because they got too close to sharing feelings #(in text what happened. i cut this just after she ranted about mendacity.) (john didn’t catch it)#wip

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leclercstarrs · 1 year

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ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ - ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ

In which you teach Jake the ways of the Metkayina.

Jake Sully and his children recently arrived at the reef where the Metkayina clan live, hoping for a place of safety as the sky people are after them. You weren’t a fan of this idea as the sky people would eventually find all of you, but your sister, Ronal, insisted on not only them staying, but also you having to teach Jake Sully the ways of the Metkayina clan. You didn’t want to say no to your sister, so you reluctantly started teaching Jake.

“I am your teacher now, follow me.” You bluntly state, Jake nodding and slowly walking with you and your sister towards the water.

“Tsurak. You must bond with them, connect with them.” You pause, “Patience is key, only the most advance achieve this, take your time.” You continue. “Have you achieved this yet?” He asks you. Tonowari laughs, Ronal glaring at her husband. “Oh, my apologies.” Jake awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, slightly bowing his head. You roll your eyes, “Good luck.” You mumble. Jake carefully swims towards the creature, getting on it and connecting his hair to it. “Good, now, your hands.” You say, pointing to the leather straps. He nods and you help him get the straps wrapped and tied around his hands, Jake blushes when your hands make contact with his hands, awkwardly coughing. “No worries, you’ll do great.” You pat his shoulder, a smirk on your face. Moments later, you’re smiling and laughing as he’s dragged around the reef by the creature. “Jake! Jake!” You yell, trying to keep in your laughter. “Patience!” You add. “I got it!” He huffs, trying his best to hold on to the tsurak. It repeatedly sways side to side, attempting to push Jake off. It ultimately fails as Jake finally bonds with it, slightly crouching on it and hovering above the water. “I did it!” He smiles, “Congratulations.” You grin. He can’t stop grinning, eventually getting off the creature and returning to the shore. “Good job, I’m proud of you.” You say, Tonowari and Ronal nodding. “You’ve had a long day, take some time and see your family.” You continue. Ronal and Tonowari walk towards their Marui, while you head towards yours. “Wait! (Y/N)!” You hear a voice call out, causing you to turn around. “Jake Sully, what now?” You groan, causing him to wince. “What are you doing?” He asks. “Getting some sleep, after you leave.” You shrug, pointing towards your Marui. “Oh.” His expression drops and he starts to turn around. You let out a long sigh, already starting to regret what you’re about to say, “Fine, I can teach you one last thing.” You huff. Jake tries to hide his smile, “This way.” You demand.

“What are we doing here?” He asks, glancing around the forest. The two of you are currently sitting down on some sand, located in a clearing of the forest, right in front of the water. “I’m going to teach you a little breathing technique.” You mumble. He hesitantly nods, watching as you carefully place your hand on his stomach. “Okay, I want you to breathe in.” You whisper. He takes a deep breath, “Now, hold it for as long as you can. Just, please, don’t die.” You joke. You watch Jake intensely before he quickly breathes out, gasping for air. “Not the best, we can work with it.” You laugh. “I almost died and you’re laughing?” He looks shocked, “Oh, stop it! I didn’t realize you were such a drama king.” You playfully hit his side and he pretends to cry. “Be serious now!” You try to contain your laughter, “Breathe in.” You say. Jake breathes in, “Good. Feel your breathing, stay calm. You’re safe.” You state, then starting to count. Eventually, Jake lets go of the breath, “You’re getting there, good job.” You grin, Jake smiling and nodding in response. “Okay, that’s enough for today:” You get up, digging your feet in the warm sand, Jake then getting up. “Thank you, you’re a truly great teacher.” He laughs, “Of course.” You grin.

That night, Jake couldn’t sleep, he was just so focused on you and how nervous you make him.

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar x you #sorry ik this is lowk rushed !#jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

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riikive · 6 months

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PANIC AT THE PARK ⌕ 최연준

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pairing. boyfriend! choi yeonjun x fem!oc | genres. soft, fluffy, romance, etc. | warnings. panic attack, anxiety attack, stress, etc. | word count. 1.3k

note. hope you like this oneshot! I enjoy writing this because it is something I have panic/anxiety attacks.

Waiting in front of the amusement park with her friends as her boyfriend went to get the tickets for them. She was slightly shaking, probably because of excitement. Or that's what she thought. It wasn't noticeable unless you knew her for so long and closely looked at her. "Minjung, are you okay?" Her childhood best friend asked her with concern. "I'm okay, Tyun. I am probably excited," she reassured him. He nodded. "Let me or Yeonjun-hyung know if you need anything." "Will do."

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Yeonjun came back with 6 tickets in his hands. He gave one per member. He kept his girlfriend's ticket and his in his hand while holding her hand with the other hand. "Are you excited?" He asked her. She nodded. "Yep." He smiled, noticing she was shaking. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned about her. She hummed in response. "I will let you know if anything happens. It's probably because I am excited or something like that," she reassured him. He nodded but wasn't as convinced.

Still holding her hand now even a bit tighter he gave the tickets to the staff in the entrance before walking inside the amusement park. They waited for the rest of their friends to come inside before walking again. Minjung noticed her hands were sweating from shaking and her legs were starting to shake too. She tried to brush it off, taking deep breaths. Telling herself she will be okay. She tried to pull her hands off her boyfriend's. He tightened his grip a bit more but not to hurt her. "Jun, my hands are sweaty." "It's fine. I don't care." He looked at her giving a smile of reassurance. She sighed in defense, letting him do whatever he wanted.

As they walked even further into the amusement park into the crowd of people. Her shaking became even more unbearable and her breathing became quicker. Taking a shaky deep breath, trying to calm herself down. But it does last for too long. She felt so weak that she felt like she couldn't walk any longer. Stopping at her spot, Yeonjun stopped too, and the rest of her friends. "Love, are you okay?" She could barely hear him. He noticed she wasn't talking or even looking at him and she was having trouble breathing.

Immediately, he went into action. He carefully pulled her to an empty seat and made her sit down. Their friends followed them but gave them some space. Taehyun went to get some water or anything for her to drink. Yeonjun kneeled in front of her, gently putting his forehead against hers, and took her hands into his. "Minjung, listen to me if you can. Focus on me. Close your eyes and breathe with me." He softly told her. She could only hear muffled sounds but could barely tell what he was saying. She did what he told her.

Yeonjun softly sighed in relief. She could hear him, even if it was barely. "I am here. Don't look anywhere else. Just focus on me and slowly inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth." He told her. He was also doing the breath technique with her since he knew it would help her a lot. Noticing she was slowly improving, he smiled. "Good, keep slowly inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. Take your time. I am here and I won't let anything happen."

After a while, she could breathe properly now and her shaking slowly decreased. Their forehead was still against each other. Opening her eyes, she noticed he smiled. "Are you okay now?" He asked. She hummed. He gently patted the back of her head. She just smiled at him. "Here." Yeonjun looked up and saw Taehyun giving the water bottle he brought. "Thanks, Taehyun." He looked at Minjung and opened the bottle. "Drink some water." She nodded, taking the bottle into her still shaky hands. Almost spilling it, she saw Yeonjun's hand on top of her. Helping her drink the water. "Feel better?" She nodded. "A little bit."

Yeonjun sat next to her. "Want to rest?" She smiled. "Yes, that would be nice." Leaning on his shoulder. "Sorry for ruining the day," she muttered. He shook his head. "It's okay, I'd rather have you be better than not. It is more fun just to be with you." He could hear sniffing, turning his head slightly, and looking at her. "Love, don't cry." "Sorry, I can't help it. I don't deserve you, Jun." He wiped her tears. "You deserve me and the whole world."

"I love you," she bluntly said. He smiled. "I love you more." Making herself more comfortable before closing her eyes. Slowly she went to sleep. He smiled at her sleepy face before facing the others. "You guys can have fun. I will be here with Minjung." The others were hesitant but nodded. "Call us if you need something," Taehyun said. He nodded, gesturing to him to go with the others. He looked at the couple's last time before following the others. Yeonjun made himself comfortable without waking her up before going on his phone.

One hour had passed, he felt someone was patting his shoulder. Opening his eyes, he noticed he fell asleep. Taehyun was next to him and Minjung was still resting on his other shoulder. "I can watch her. You should have fun," his friend said. He looked at her then back at his friend. "Okay, call me if anything happens." "Alright, go have fun with the others. They are waiting for you."

Yeonjun carefully moves her head off his shoulders before moving off the bench. His friends took his spot and he slowly put her head on his friend's shoulder. His heart raced a bit when he saw she was moving. Hoping it didn't wake her up. Then sighed in relief when she snored away. Kissing the top of her forehead. "Go have fun." Looking at Minjung one last time before running to the other who was patiently and impatiently waiting for him.

Taehyun readjusted himself a bit before going on his phone to get himself some entertainment but a couple of times, he would look at her. Making sure she was alright and readjusted her a bit without waking her up. He felt the breeze gently hit against his face. He looked at the sky. Watching the clouds move slowly, he remembered some of the memories he had with Minjung when they were younger.

Minjung groaned before slowly opening her eyes. She noticed the shoulder she was sleeping on wasn't Yeonjun's. Sitting up, she saw Taehyun who was on his phone. "How was your sleep?" He asked. "It was good, I feel better now." She leaned on the bench. "That's good." He faced her and she faced him. They both smiled at each other. "Where is Yeonjun?” “He's with the others having fun.” She hummed in response. “That's good. I don't want to ruin the hangout.”

Taehyun shook his head. “You aren't ruining the hangout. You never will.” She nodded, smiling at him. “Let's go to the others, they have food for us.” Minjung nodded and they headed where the others were. Yeonjun saw her and came to her, hugging her. “Do you feel better?” She nodded. “Yeah.” He ruffled her hair. “That's good, come let's eat. You must be hungry.” Her stomach growled once he said that. She sat down next to him and he scoped some food before putting it near her mouth. “I can feed myself.”

“I know you can, but let your boyfriend feed you.” She nodded and let him feed her. For the rest of the day, they went on some rides. Yeonjun stayed next to her most of the time and watched her like a hawk. Making sure, she was good while having fun at the same time.

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