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generalllimaginesss · 5 months

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"Hey! Nuh uh, none of that!" reader and luke have been best friends since they were kids and recently got together and reader was visiting luke and jack in jersey and jack catches them making out and it’s disgusted seeing his little brtother and the girl he’s watch grow up and is basically his little sister make out

I actually loved writing this! Lukey Pookieeee!!! My first Luke imagine :)) Enjoy!!!

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The Hughes family had been your second family ever since you were a thought. Jim and your dad were close in college, inseparable when they graduated. Wherever one went, the other followed close behind. Ellen was a second mom to you, and the boys were your brothers that you didn’t have with being an only child.

While it wasn’t necessarily an “arrangement,” both families knew you were destined to fall in love with one of the brothers. You spent any free time with them and had close relationships with each one. Quinn was your go to for advice, Jack was who you went to for a good time, and Luke was your home in human form. He was somebody that made you feel safe to be you. You didn’t have to play charades and act like somebody you’re not. He could see right through that.

You knew you were always the closest to him, but romantic feelings didn’t really develop until he moved to New Jersey with Jack. Contrary to what he tells everybody, he was the one that admitted his feelings first, although he tells everybody that “She just came onto me and I had to do something,” jokingly of course.

You had been helping him pack his childhood room and came across some pictures from summers through the years at the lake house. Some insane courage supported with the feeling of nostalgia brought out some honest conversations. One thing led to another and both of you admitted that you had feelings for one another.

All of that leads to this moment here and now. You had flown to New Jersey to watch the Devils play the Sabres. There was a couple of guys that you wanted to catch up with on the Sabres, but your focus was on Luke currently.

More specifically: Luke hovering above you as you lay on the couch he and his brother shared in their apartment.

“Luke, they’re going to be back soon,” You let out a quiet moan as he was trailing kisses up and down your neck, sucking on the spots that he knew were a weakness for you.

“I’ve caught Jack on several occasions doing worse,” He continued to tug at your hair gently, gaining access to your mouth with his tongue as you let out a louder moan.

“It’s not a big deal, trust me,” He broke apart and gave you a reassuring look accompanied with a peck on your lips.

“I just feel like it’s different…” You trailed off, but a part of you enjoyed the risk of being caught. Everybody knew about the two of you, that wasn’t the problem. Nobody knew the intimate side of you and Luke, and, in a way, that made it that much more special. It was a piece of the universe that only belonged to the two of you.

“I’m not going to do this if your not comfortable-”

You interrupted him with a deep kiss, wrapping his messy curls around your fingertips. His smile became evident, lips moving upwards as the continued to move in synch with yours. Shivers ran up your leg as his fingertips traced up and down the portion of your abdomen that was exposed from your shirt riding up. Ever so gently he pushed the remainder portion of your shirt up, exposing the sports bra that you wore.

Just when things were about to get even more heated, the door to the apartment flew open revealing a wide-eyed Nico, stopping Jack in the middle of his sentence.

"Hey! Nuh uh, none of that," Jack pushed Nico to side, forcing his way through the door, allowing his friend to follow after him.

"Nico, get comfortable because apparently Lukey Pookie here needs a refresher course on the birds and the bees," Jack threw his keys, making his way to the couch where Luke was pinching the bridge of his nose. Nico chuckled, but found refuge in a recliner in the corner of the room.

"I don't think that's-" Luke began, but was immediately interrupted by Jack forcing himself between his brother and the girl he looked at as a little sister.

Jack turned his head, staring at each person on his side with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

"I've seen you both in diapers. I've seen you both go through puberty with braces and unhinged emotions, I've seen you both ugly cry over some dumb shit, but I can confidently say that is the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen the two of you do," Jack recalled some crazy moments over the years where things were kind of questionable with you and Luke.

"You're so dramatic," You rolled your eyes and scooted away from him.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to be an uncle yet. At least not the product of you two. Quinn? Maybe. He could afford to let loose a little," Jack suggested, causing Luke snort.

"It wasn't going to go that far....at least not on the couch," You smirked, glancing mischievously at the boy sat beside you.

"Just...use protection and keep it quiet. If you don't have a condom, there's some in my nightstand. I can give you money to go buy some! Grab some cash out of my wallet! I just don't want to see or hear anything from y'all, ok?" Jack was grossed out by the thought of what goes on behind Luke's closed door while you're visiting.

"Hmm, I'll think about it," Luke chirped as he stood up, grabbing your hand to get you to follow him to his room.

As soon as the two of you disappeared, Jack looked at Nico pleadingly.

"You don't think they're..." He trailed off, but Nico knew what he was talking about.

"Surely not," Nico comforted, but a loud, obnoxious, and obviously dramatic moan echoed throughout the apartment.

The guys in the living room couldn't see it, but you and Luke were laughing your asses off. That's one thing the two of you did best, pushed Jack's buttons.

"My apartment will not be a daycare for their lovechild," Jack announced as he got up to grab something to drink from the kitchen.

Nico laughed, enjoying the scene that had played out in front of him.

Who knew Jack and Luke Hughes could provide more entertainment than the NHL?

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #jack hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #cole caufield #jack hughes imagines #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier #Luke hughes imagine #Luke hughes #friends to lovers #nhl #hockey #nhl hockey

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Laying on you vs you laying on them

Him laying on you

More often than you think.

Shigaraki is always doing something, be making a plan, overthinking something or even playing lol. His brain never stops.

So, as all human beings, he needs a break, something that could take his mind out of this cruel reality he has to live in.

You.

He often finds himself laying on your thighs as some sort of escape of reality. He can simply just close his eyes and pretend that nothing is going on for a sec just for his head to finally quiet down

He is thankfully for it, but doesn't show it.

But the little sigh he always let it whenever his head hit your lap is already enough.

You laying on his lap

Not as often but still happens

Especially before the whole story of the paranormal liberation front.

Whenever he is playing on his switch he allows you to crawl on him to rest there.

Is like his personal lucky charm. He swears that everytime you lay against him whenever he is playing something, he always wins or has a higher score than before.

Won't scratch your head though... the fear is always there even with gloves.

Don't blame him, you all know what he went through and cmon I this guy is dating you is because he feels SOMETHING for ya.

Him laying on you

It happens as often as he says how much he loves heroes-

Seriously though, it would take a long ass while to make this fella have any sort of contact with you, imagine something as intimate as that.

Kai is a very reclusive man, so for him to show any signs of "vulnerability" is a dangerous thing. So with this, plus his things with touch, it makes this way too much difficult to deal with...

But, if you are patient enough... there will be a time he will trust you enough to do that. And trust me, at first it won't be a pretty sign.

For him to lay his head on your lap it would mean he is done, absolutely done with everything and he needs to just let go for while. Allow his walls to crumble down.

Might let a tear or two escape his golden eyes but you won't see it thanks to him being turned away from you but also with a death grip on your thighs.

After this, Chisaki will have a lot of trust on you and your relationship will surely make a lot of upgrate. But again, it won't be often this guy allows himself to do that since he is "the man of the relationship and he need to be the one providing you comfort".

You laying on his lap

Again, it will take a while, but not much compare to him laying on you though.

Won't take too much but again, it must be on a point where he is comfortable enough for you to touch without immediately getting killed by his quirk.

Germophobic.

Kai takes pride on whatever thing he does it well, so at the moment he notices he is one and only one who could provide you some comfort he is very ... pleased.

At first you will feel his muscle on his (big) thighs tense and contract a bit at the sudden contact before a sign will leave his covered lips as he stares at everything else asides from you with a faint blush on the tip of his ears.

With his gloved fingers awkwardly patting gently on your head as he asks what happened and if he could fix it.

He is trying. Just have patience with him.

Him laying on you

Aaaa Dabi. The cat man.

He would only do this on a very intimate level since you know... gotta keep the bay boy act for everyone to not mess with him nor his plans and all.

But when he is comfortable enough he will do it without regrets or shame.

Enough to just enter the room you are in before falling with his face in the middle of your chest while groaning from the day he had.

Is not often, but is not like Kai in this case.

He just... feels better when he is the one holding you. But he never denies when is a chance where you can just comb his inked hair (or white, it depends on what time you are honestly) and just whisper sweet nothings to him.

Seriously, he is like a cat that way.

If you move he will growl though. You are stuck with him until HE is satisfied.

... I hope you até and went to the bathroom before this man laid down on you. Because he sure as he'll ain't getting up.

You laying on him

He feels better than him laying down you.

Is more comfortable and is like having a weighted blanket on him.

Brings him joy, no jokes.

Might be on his lap or chest he doesn't care. He has that smirk of pure content on his face.

Will scratch the back of your neck and I swear the God he is the best of it enough to bring you to a putty and moaning mess (not in that way you fucking pervert)

Unless you want him to

Much like him laying on you... he won't let you go.

He is like a leech the moment you just TRY to move.

I'm talking about all of his four limbs just circling around your body and clinging onto you enough to not let even air pass through the both of you.

I live for soft clingy dabi I'm sorry.

"Touya pls-" you will wheeze out and he would only chuckle and nuzzle on you

What an ass. An loveable ass.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko x reader #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha villains #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kai chisaki x reader #zuffer writings #just came up in my mind

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nothomegal · 5 months

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"My beloved monster"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: There are always limitations for someting, and when these affect your ability to show love, it becomes a huge deal, so big that it's crushing... Devastating actually. But love itself is a weird thing. It may not break down said limitations. But maybe, it can make you accept and find your own ways to love instead?...

Warnings: a bit angsty at the begining (but lots of love at the end!)

Word Count: 2.1k

(Y/N) looks at their monster, concern filling their chest as they take in his uncannily still form. Since the moment they woke up they knew something was wrong, because one; they were laying on a mattress instead of their lover's body. And two, because Pyra seemed troubled, he looked so unnaturally dull and gloomy…

His helmet positioned lower than usual, as if his gaze is constantly down, his shoulders slump, his overall posture hunched as if something heavy is dragging his body down…

Is he… Is he sad?

This possible explanation both concerned and intrigued (Y/N). They are aware that Pyra’s feelings and mind don’t exactly work like human's, in occasions it feels like he’s being guided by instincts rather than thoughts (especially when things get intimate). But right now it seems like he's experiencing something big, big enough to send him into this wretched state.

With a sigh, (Y/N) stands up from the matress and slowly makes their way towards the beast, their steps careful and a tag hesitant since they had no idea what to expect.

—"Pyra?... Are you alright big guy?"— you ask, concern lingering in your tone.

But the monster didn't move or made any noise of acknowledgment, which obviously made (Y/N) frown. They step even closer, and still no reaction.

—"Did I do something wrong?..."— you ask despite knowing well that you didn't, but you still felt the need to apologize. —"If so I'm very sorry. If you need time alone then I'll leave- "—

A deep low growl was all it took to shut them up. (Y/N) stiffed in their place as they wait to see what will happen next. But instead of witnessing something volent, Pyra only tilted his helmet evel lower, appearing even more upset whith whatever is bothering him.

This image of him was enough for (Y/N) to collect the courage to move again, making their way to their lover's sitting form. This time however, they don't speak or ask anything, instead they carefully place their hand on his large shoulder and let it stay there for a while.

When there was still no reaction, they began to slowly caress his skin. Hand slowly traveling from his big arm to his broad back, which seemed to do the job in soothing him judging by the way his muscles began to relax under their touch. That until their hand traveled to his helmet, and the second it made contact with the metallic surface, a noise nearly resempling a roar errupted from it, causing (Y/N) to recoil violently almost as if their hand got burned.

They stay frozen, clutching their hand tightly and close to their chest as they observe Pyra, feeling both sad that they aren't able to help him and afraid that they may pushed their luck too far.

And to make things worse, their fear seemed to upset the beast even further, because soon another even angrier and louder roar errupted from the monster as he grabs the enges of his helmet tightly. This made (Y/N) even more afraid, but no longer for themselves, but for Pyra.

What is going on?! Is he in pain? Does his head hurt? Why is he so angry all of the sudden? Why...

Why does it look like he wants to rip his helmet off?...

Carefully and slowly, (Y/N) makes their way back to their lover. Movements wary and cautious, like they're in front of some wild animal.

When close enough, they notice something with the corner of their eye. It's a book, one they accidentaly stumble upon somewhere and been reading time to time. It wasn't anything special, just an classic old romance whith a lot of text and the only picture being the cover, which portraited the two protagonists being in each other's embrace and pressing their foreheads together in a loving and affectionate manner.

Oh... OH.

(Y/N)'s head snaps towards their lover, a frown placed on their face at the sight of his miserable form that was still holding his helmet and growling angrily, hatefully, at it.

—"Pyra..."— you call out softly as you step closer. —"Hey."—

They place their hands on top of his larger ones, making the beast stop fidgeting in place and stay completely still again.

—"Is that why you're upset?..."— you ask, voice gentle.

At first the beast does nothing. But when (Y/N) squeezed his hands slightly, that's when a metallic noise was made, which was something in between of metal scraping and a whine. It was new noise, noise that expressed nothing but misery.

But who wouldn't be upset after realizing how little one can do with their loved one while looking like this? A monster with no face, created with the sole purpose to spread pain upon others and drag them through eternal punishment. Pyramid Head never was supposed to love, he never was supposed to care for anything or anyone, only hunt and execute. But after (Y/N) came into this place... Just tell me, how couldn't he want more of them? How couldn't he desire to keep them? How couldn't he crave to have them close and feel their soft warm body against his? To feel excitement whenever they speak, the gentle tone of their voice, the sweet things they say about a creature like him... To fall further for them at the sensation of their soft lips on his damaged scarred skin, a gesture they made to tell him just how much he means to them withouth the need to use words...

(Y/N) can do so many things to show the love, affection and respect they have for him. Of course he tries to show them his desire for them too, but he can do so little... And that's just devastating. No matter how much noises he makes, no matter how carefully he tries to nuzzle his helmet against them... It will never resemble anything that another human could do to show love, it will never feel as sencere as what (Y/N) does... And it will never be possible for him to say these three words that make his inhuman heart pause and his chest squeeze in warmth whenever they leave (Y/N)'s lips...

These three words...

I love you.

After these intense seconds of dead silence passed, (Y/N) decided to take the matters in their hands and try again.

Slowly they slide their hands off of his and into his helmet. And this time the beast didn't pull away or made a sound, he just sat there in complete stillness.

—"I understand that we cannot do certain things..."— you say as you step closer. —"But do you think I care?"—

As they speak in a gentle voice, they run their hands along the metallic surface, caressing it carefully.

—"When I say 'I love you', I mean I love you, whole."— you smile as you say that. —"Head and everything included. I love you whole Pyra."—

Their words seemed to slowly break him, as another of these strange whines was emited. His hand slid off his helmet and placed on (Y/N)'s hips. For a second they thought he would push them away, but he doesn't, he simply keeps his hands on them.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stopped their caresses. Wich understandably caused Pyra's grip on them to tighten, as if to prevent they pull away from him. But of course, that's not something a deranged person like (Y/N) would do, instead they lean forward and wrap their arms around his helmet and press themselves closer to it.

—"And I don't say it expecting you'll say it back."— you mutter softly as you resume your caresses. —"But I know when you do try to say it back. It may not be through voice, or a kiss, or any other more intimate and 'human' action. And it doesn't make it any less important, if anything, it makes it more special."—

The two of them remain like this for a while. I probably looked so weird to embrace Pyra's helmet like that, but non of them seemed to mind it.

With a soft hum, (Y/N) pulls back just a bit and presses their forehead against the metallic surface.

—"Look, we can do that too."— you say playfully. —"Just like in the book's cover!"—

It was an immature and a cheap thing to do, (Y/N) knows it. But their efforts were recieved positively anyways judging by the soft rumble that was emited from the monster and the small careful tilt he did with his head to press it further against theirs.

However, this time (Y/N) didn't remain still for too long. Their arms soon unwrapped and began to travel down until their hands slipped underneath the beast's helmet. The second their fingers made contact with the soft and slimy flesh, a small shiver run through the monster's body.

—"Well, I know this is not something I could do with another human... But do I care? Absolutely not!"— you chuckle as you start to gently scratch the fleshy mass. —"And the fact that you even allow me to touch you there already tells me how much trust you have in me. See? No extra words or actions needed for me to understand how big of a deal it is."—

Their voice and scratches were soon recieved with the well known low rumbling, that was so similar to a deep purr. Pyra's hands slowly began to slide off their form as his body relaxed with each second. (Y/N) couldn't help but to childishly grin at his state, he looked so happy, almost like a cat recieving a good scratch.

They were about to tell more things, but the beast decided it was enough reassurance and that it's time for him to take action.

(Y/N) let out a surprised yelp when their body was suddenly dragged down by a great force and slammed against a solid torso. It all happened so fast that it took them a couple of seconds to process what just happened. The embrace was tight, keeping them caged in the beast's arms, so closely that it was almost suffocating...

Any normal person would freak out at that, too concerned about the wellbeing of their spine. But (Y/N)? Nah.

They let a small yet joyful laught as they attempted to wrap their arms around Pyra's waist, though due to their limited mobility and his huge size it was quite a task. Nevertheless, their attempts were appreciated anyways, and the amused rumple was a proof of it.

The monster curls his larger body around his human a bit more, holding them tightly and closely. So closely that he could feel their heartbeat, heartbeat that was slow and perfectly rhythmic, indicating just how calm and content (Y/N) was in his arms, trusting him completely and totally unafraid of his monstrous strength.

It was unclear how long they've been holding each other like that. It could be minutes, it could be hours... But what was clear for both of them, was that they didn't want to let go of each other, not now, not anytime soon.

Until...

—"Hey Pyra, one last thing."— you suddenly say.

Their sentence was responded by a quizical rumble.

—"Can you stick out your tongue for a second?"—

At first there is no reaction, as if Pyra was caught off guard with this seemingly random request. Nevertheless, he lose his grip on them just enough to allow his human to lean back. And as they do so, the pink muscle was already sticking out of the corner of his helmet and curiously wiggling in place.

(Y/N) smiles and gently grabs the tongue with both hands, slowly pulling it closer to them. They silently observe it for a comple of seconds, before bringing it right to their lips and giving a small kiss. Yes, it felt weird, maybe disgusting for some. But not for (Y/N).

After that sweet gesture they glance at their lover, who was completely frozen in place, even his tongue was no longer wiggling.

—"Look, we just kissed!"— you announce with a cheerful laugh. —"Y'know, maybe I was wrong. Maybe there aren't as many limitations as we thought. Sure, some methods are weird and all... But doesn't it feel more special? More like... Ours?"—

The monster remains unresponsive for a while, either thinking or just staring at their little naive form. Whatever the case it, their genuine expression of joy and warmth was enough to melt away whatever bits of doubt their lover had, and the shy wiggling of his tongue towards their lips was a clear demonstration of that.

After sharing some more 'kisses', (Y/N) was soon pulled back into this suffocating embrace again. And this time, it wasn't just desperate...

It was also warm, affectionate, intimate... Absolutelly everything about this embrace screamed one message and one message only, which combined with the soft purrs and noises coming from the beast, was much more clear...

I love you.

#nothomegal fic #nothomegal oneshot #gn reader #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #slasher x reader #slasher fluff

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zombie-eats-world · 7 months

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Luffy's Linage and the Connections to God's Valley

I think we all know that the history of God's Valley is going to be very important to the story and to our protagonist, Luffy. But I think I've realized why it will be the biggest reveal in the story and intertwined intimately with Luffy's creation and destiny. This might sound crazy but I believe wholeheartedly that:

Luffy is the grandchild of Rocks D. Xebec.

Luffy is the child of Crocodile.

Crocodile's mysterious history is interlinked with every important character in the Grandline. Now, let me explain.

Let's first lay out what we know about the God's Valley incident. We know the Celestial Dragons were on the island, which prompted a young Garp to trust a young Gol D. Roger with an alliance to fight against the Rocks Pirates. Together they won, the incident was covered up, the island disappeared, and Roger found a baby Shanks in a treasure chest as he sailed away.

There is so much about that incident that we don't know, but we do understand just how much it has impacted the world of One Piece. And that goes double for the relationships born from the incident.

Whitebeard and Roger's friendly rivalry, Big Mom's vitriol for Roger, but by far the most interesting thing to come out of the incident is Roger and Garp's mutual respect. Roger respected Garp so much that he trusted the marine with knowledge of his child who was about to be born.

This is the million-dollar question, why would Roger entrust his child's (and at this time, Rouge's) life to this marine who could have become a massively different person in the years since they last met. For all Roger knew Garp was now corrupted by the marines and agreed that Roger's bloodline needed to be eradicated. Well, I believe Roger trusted Garp because he witnessed Garp save a child before against the World Government's wishes; I believe Garp saved Rock's child.

We all understand by now that one of the overarching themes of the story is 'history repeating itself', which is why I think the hunt for Roger's child happened once before with the God's Valley incident. The WG would obviously want to completely erase Rocks from existence (they basically have to with how little we know about him), which would include any children he had fathered to carry on his bloodline. As the fight on God's Valley raged a group of marines, or possibly Cipher Pol, would arrive with the orders to kill anyone with even a passing relation to Rocks. The survivors of this being Rocks top members (Whitebeard, Big Mom, etc.) AND his child; who I am willing to bet real money on was Crocodile.

Crocodile is one of the most interesting characters in the story by far. And while that might be a lot of bias from me, I still think the evidence speaks for itself.

Crocodile is one of the only major villain's that we lack a backstory for, we know more about Warpol's backstory than we do the very first Warlord we ever fought and defeated in story. The man has a strange relationship with animals that is never once explained. Lizard mail runners that we never see utilized by anyone else? Yep, Crocodile's got them. A trained otter and condor being given more trust than the humans in his secret organization? Yes, Crocodile did allow that. Gigantic reptiles that are known to attack Sea Kings? Crocodile kept them as pets and had them so well trained Robin was able to casually pet one! (This doesn't really add to the theory beyond showcasing an odd character trait giving to Crocodile of all people and without any explanation. No one even thought we'd see him again before impel down!)

We also know that Crocodile's inspiration was Roger, from the cover on chapter 408 we learn that Crocodile dreams of being Roger. (very similar to Yamato's dream of being Odin, just more history repeating itself.)

I'm not understating this, Crocodile as a character is so weird. He's got connections to everyone, (Whitebeard, the Revolutionaries, Ivankov, Mihawk, etc.) and yet we've never got any explanation for any of this. We know from how intertwined Crocodile is with the Grandline that he's been a pirate a very long time yet no one in the story seems to know anything about him outside of his Warlord status. In fact, Crocodile seems to be comfortable with the secrets, even being alright with Buggy taking the credit for Cross Guild.

This mans strange relationships with powerful characters like Whitebeard is the reason for the prevalent theory that Crocodile is Whitebeard's only biological child instead of Rocks.... but what if it was both?

No matter how I think about it I've never been able to get over the strangeness of Crocodile and Whitebeard's dynamic in Marineford. Whitebeard definitely doesn't treat Crocodile like someone he cares about, less so like a child that would automatically count in the family that was HIS DREAM. But there is a familiarity in how they address each other, like their history goes back far further than the battle we know they had when Crocodile was a young pirate.

So I propose this:

Crocodile was Rocks child, witnessed Roger take his own father down after standing up to him. This is the reason for Crocodile's dream seemingly being to be Roger. And this would eventually be mirrored in the relationship between Kaido, Yamato, and Oden.

Garp impressed Roger by helping Crocodile to safety instead of following orders and killing him. This would stick with Roger over the years and be why while sitting in prison waiting for execution he decided to put his child's life in Garp's hands.

The safety Crocodile was brought to was Whitebeard. Crocodile was 8 when God's Valley happened, so Whitebeard raised the boy for a few years before Crocodile either ran away or was sent away. We don't know why Crocodile and Whitebeard's relationship turned sour but whatever it was caused Crocodile to see him as an opponent he dreamed of defeating.

This all spurs Crocodile to go to East Blue to witness Roger's end and motivates his desire to defeat Whitebeard as he is now the father figure he must overcome in order to be like Roger. (Kinda like Ace's original desire to defeat Whitebeard huh? Again more history repeating itself.)

Now onto what this means for Luffy, and the story as a whole.

I've already outlined all the evidence for the Trans! Crocodile and Crocodad/Dadodile in many, many, many posts. So I'm not doing that here, you can find my main posts on it here and here. In this post, I want to discuss the ramifications of Crocodile being Rock's child and Luffy's birth parent if this theory proved true.

First of all, this would mean the person that literally gave birth to the dawn and the future sun god Nika/Joyboy incarnate had their life undeniably changed at GOD'S VALLEY. I don't think I need to explain the almost heavy-handed symbolism with that entire naming scheme.

It would also mean that almost everyone who had an impact on Luffy's life was at God's Valley. The person who gave birth to him (Crocodile), the person who inspired his dream (Shanks and Roger), the person to raised him and trained him (Garp), and the person to validated his dream to the world (Whitebeard). All that is missing is Dragon, but for all we know he was there too!

Also I simply love the symbolize that revolves around this entire theory. Luffy would be born from the son of the man who was push into the spot light after God's Valley, praised as a hero. And came from the child of the man who was wiped from history, his family memory thrown to the darkness. Its a clash of opposites, light and dark, a total contradiction, also could be described as a dawn. Not even mentioning the beautiful irony of Joyboy being born from someone taking the name of a predator known for its menacing smile.

If this proved to be true, Crocodile would be centered and primed to possibly be the link between the crew and Gods Valley. Maybe the last Road Poneglyph is there!

But what do others think? I'd love to have a discussion about this if anyone finds counter evidence, or finds evidence that gives more credence to this theory!

Here's an additional link to a great post about this topic I found while looking for evidence.

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earphonejackx · 8 months

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AN: IN HONOR OF QUANXI COMING BACK I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS🤭

☠︎ Quanxi x Fem! Reader (slight NSFW)

☠︎ Since Quanxi technically did die like in part 1 of csm, I’m gonna alter her personality justttt a bit, she’ll still be the same but she’s a little more different in this trust.

☠︎ Ima just go right off that bat, this lady is PROTECTIVE of you. She will under no circumstances will allow anyone to hurt you. She wants to protect because she feels guilt about her last relationship and how she wasn’t really about to protect her girls, and she feels like she needs to protect you :( (my poor baby)

☠︎ Quanxi definitely will brun herself out sometimes so it’s best if you try to comfort her or be her emotional support. “[name] come sit. I want you rn.”

☠︎ Now we don’t really know too much about Quanxi’s new job, but I do know that she’s probably still an assassin. So most likely if you do work with her she’d probably gain feelings for you like that. Or if your just an ordinary civilian that just so happens to live next door to her. She might also have a watchful eye for you

☠︎ Quanxi DOES NOT like fighting in front of you. She tries to keep that devil shit out the door. It’s no secret to you that she is a hybrid devil herself buttt she wouldn’t want you to see her fight because she believes your too innocent for that. She needs to protect her sweet angel at all costs. But of course she rarely even transforms cuz she’s already so strong without doing it

☠︎ Quanxi loves taking baths with you for some reason. She was never really a big fan of baths because she was so used to “wash up and get out.” But she loves taking baths now, she likes to wash you down herself, even where your most intimate parts are.

☠︎ When you and Quanxi cuddle, she likes to be the big spoon always. She likes to have a protective hold on you as she sleeps to know that your okay. But it might be a problem if you have to pee “Quanxi get up I have to pee.” “No.”

☠︎ Quanxi loves loves loves cafe dates, she used to always take her girls there and she’d thought it be nice to keep her little tradition going

☠︎ Quanxi surprising actually knows how to play basketball really well. She likes to flex on you as she plays against you sometimes.

☠︎ We all know Quanxi has a shit ton of toys and she’s not afraid to use ‘em. She likes teasing you with her strap so much 😭 “Quanxi quit fucking teasing and fuck me!!” “Pushy are we?”

☠︎ We all know that she is a Tity grabber. She likes to hold ur Tity for emotional support, or she just lays on your chest.

☠︎ Quanxi likes to take you shopping from time to time. She has so much money so why not spend it on her favorite girl? She will let you buy till your hearts content! Go wild. She’ll hold all your bags with ease.

☠︎ Eventually you’ll run into Quanxi’s old co-worker… she doesn’t like him at all so she quickly takes you by your waist and moves on with her day. “Quanxi who was that?” “Oh? That was nobody to worry your pretty little head about.”

☠︎ Quanxi is always thinking about your safety nowadays especially since your a human and she knows you guys have extremely short life spans, bonus points if your a devil hybrid yourself, she is very happy because you can’t really die yk?? Do you’ll be together forever

☠︎ One day when Quanxi thinks the time is right she give you a promise ring to show her dedication to you. “I want you to be with me.” She says oh so graciously

☠︎ Annnd last but not least, Quanxi will someday take you both out on a luxury vacation and she and you both will have the time of your lives.

#earphonejackx #x reader #soft icons #x y/n #csm x reader #chainsaw man #headcanon #chainsaw man x reader #tw possessive behavior #tw nswf #quanxi x reader #im gay leave me alone #quanxi #quanxi csm #wlw post #wlw smut #wlw x reader

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ccalhoun · 6 months

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carlisle cullen x gn! reader n.sfw abc's! warnings: gender neutral reader, human reader, sub/bottom reader, dom/top carlisle, smut/nsfw, vampires/blood mentions, small parts of twilight lore, various kinks im too tired to write out wc: 1.5k cut for length!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

extremely caring, always. he is a doctor after all! he'll bring you water and a snack if you need it, and he'll insist on carrying you to the bathroom afterwards even if you can walk fine, he'll make sure you pee to decrease risks of uti's and run a shower (or bath, depending on how hard he went ;))

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his favorite body part of his would most likely be his hands, he adores the way you squirm and whine when he fingers you, or the way you instantly listen to whatever's he's saying when he grabs your chin, how could he not love his hands when they made you so happy?

his favorite body part of yours is your neck, he feels guilty over it but every time he's close to you, head buried in your neck and shoulder as he's fucking you, all he can think about is how sweet your blood smells and how close he is to it. how easy it would be to just bite you and taste the red liquid that was no doubt the sweetest thing he would've ever tasted in his hundreds of years.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think carlisle would be fine with cumming anywhere, he would never want to make you upset or uncomfortable so if you set a boundary he'll do nothing but respect it. but he 110% prefers cumming in you. it just feels more intimate, and he wants to be as close to you as he can possibly get

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to feed from you, he would never tell you this or even think of it while around you! however, when it's been awhile since the last hunt and he's feeling needy the only thing that can seem to fill his brain is his lovely little mate sleeping soundly in the bed he bought and put in his room just for you. and the part that makes him feel even more guilty? it makes him insanely hard to think about how hard you'd cry if he were to feed from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

he is VERY experienced. he has been alive since before your great grandma was even a thought. he's had more than his fair share of pleasing both men and women, he knows many techniques and him being a doctor he knows every part of your body better than you do! combined with him carefully studying your reactions while he pleases you? he could have you cumming in seconds if the circumstances were right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves any position that you love, he's probably tried just about every position and could recommend a few that he knows would increase your pleasure or make you more comfortable.

his preference definitely depends on how he's feeling, if he wants to be closer to you or is just feeling affectionate he'll either go with spooning or missionary. if he wants to be a little bit more rough, he'll definitely do face down ass up as he likes the control it gives him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

carlisle would lean towards a bit silly in the moment especially if you have anxiety or are just nervous. he wouldnt want you to feel intimidated or scared! if you ask him, he would be completely serious but he's carlisle for gods sake, nothing can prevent his adorable smile from shining through.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

very well groomed, most likely wouldnt be clean shaven as vampires cant grow hair and i cant imagine a doctor being ok with no pubic hair even if he doesnt have to worry about getting diseases.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very intimate and caring, he would lay out rose petals and light candles if you were comfortable with it. at LEAST once a month he'll make you let him pamper you, cook you a nice hot meal, run you a bubble bath, and listen to your every demand. no matter the time or place, he will always be as romantic as he can be when it comes to you!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't like jacking off, he wouldn't unless you asked him for whatever reason. he has extreme patience from living for nearly 400 years, he will always wait until the next time he can meet with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

doctor/sir kink, breeding kink, possessive kink? it makes him embarrassingly horny to think of you belonging to him, not much of a kink but he always wants to hold your hand when he cums

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere, as long as its with you. but, if he had to choose, probably your bed since it's where you seem the most comfortable and he always wants to pamper you!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

just you, smelling the scent of your blood when you get closer, your voice, your eyes, your smile, anything could get him going as long as its you. if you want him to get into bed asap, just say anything about you being his and he'll take you away before you even know he picked you up

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

hurt you. he could never forgive himself, even if you asked for him to be rough he would never do anything to cause you any pain. his heart drops when you get a papercut, he didn't even want to think about what he would do if he was the cause of your pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving, he'd never say no if you offered to suck him off, but before sex he has to eat you out until you cum at least once, preferably twice if you'll let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he finds the perfect pace for you, listening to your heartbeat and picking up on every hitch of your breath, staring at your face intently to see any slight changes to indicate what feels good. if you ask him to go faster or slower of course he'll listen, he'll do anything you ask

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he hates quickies, he wants to take his time making you feel good. if you're not somewhere where he can take his time but you want to have sex, he'll just pick you up and run you home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he knows more than anyone that some experimentation is healthy! he'll try anything you want at least once, and because of his heightened senses he doesn't have to worry about getting caught!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go as long as he wants, because he's a vampire he doesn't need any time to recover after an orgasm and he has a seemingly endless supply of energy.

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

he'd be willing to use toys, he doesn't have much experience of his own with toys but if you told him what you want to try he'd buy it for you, money is no issue for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he LOVES teasing you, he can't help it. seeing you whining and desperate for him, and if he can get you begging? he'd become even more infatuated with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

naturally, he isn't very loud, mostly small grunts and groans. if you confessed that you like hearing him, he'd be willing to let go more and let more sounds slip out. but he does love your noises and he'd be lying if he said he didn't control his volume to be able to hear more of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves making out with you, it feels so intimate to him. just holding you and kissing you for as long as either of you want. of course, he'll give you time to breath where he'll kiss your neck and let your breathing stabilize before kissing you again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

big, very big. as a human he was more of a grower, but as a vampire it's at his full human length plus an inch at all times. so about 7 inches, and GIRTHY.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high, higher than any human. he could go for days if he really wanted to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

obviously can't sleep, but he loves watching you sleep after. he's fine with letting you sleep while he cleans up everything. you look so at peace when you sleep, he could stare at you for hours, and he does. ≻ ┄┄ ♡ ┄┄ ≺

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x male reader #carlisle cullen x female reader #carlisle cullen x gn reader #twilight x reader #twilight x you #bottom reader

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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hiiii i'm still obsessed with my matchup :)) could i request a head canon about the ninja + pixal cuddling their s/o / the reader pretty pls?

Yes ofc!! Good to see you again, friend! :D

Ninjago - Cuddling With The Ninjas (+ Pixal)

Jay

He’s a total cuddle bug

Whether you’re watching a movie or drifting off to sleep, he loves having you close

He actually sort of needs it too; it helps him relax, and lord knows this man needs to relax

It’s both the comfort of having you close and the sensation of physical contact that calms him down

He’ll usually be the one to come to you

If you’re just chilling, he likes to lean against you, his head on your chest or stomach while his arms wrap around your waist

He will melt if you play with his hair

He even requests you to do so sometimes

Sometimes he’ll vent while you cuddle, taking full advantage of the opportunity to unwind by blowing off some steam

He won’t get too riled up though

If you’re going to sleep, he prefers to be the little spoon

Or he’ll cling to your side like a koala, burying his face in your clothes

When that happens you’re trapped until morning, sorry

Maybe even a little longer, depending on how motivated he is to get up

You might hear him muttering things into your side

If you listen closely, you’ll hear your name and “I love you” / “you’re beautiful” / “I’m so lucky” / etc

Cole

He’s another major cuddler

It’s mostly when you’re relaxing that he likes to cuddle, though

He’s not too picky when it comes to positions

It kind of depends on who initiates the cuddles

If it’s him, he’ll grab you and pull you over to him effortlessly, trapping you in his lap or against his chest

If it’s you, he’s good with whatever you find comfortable :)

He likes to fiddle with your hair or hands while you cuddle

He presses chaste kisses on your knuckles and makes little braids in your hair (even if it’s super short)

He likes having you close when relaxing; it means he gets to share the moment with you as intimately as possible

Plus he likes holding you against him

It’s a little like a stress ball

On that note, he loves having you on top of him when he sleeps

Not just your head—no, your entire body

You’re like a human anxiety blanket

It’s certainly not unpleasant for you; Cole is as soft as a mattress when he relaxes, and much warmer

He’ll wrap his muscular arms around you, warming you up even more

He lays just like that, still as a rock until morning

Kai

He does like to cuddle, but not very often

He’ll be a little awkward if you try to initiate cuddles and he’s not feeling it, but he’ll indulge you anyway

He’ll just drape and arm around you and lean his head on yours

But if he actually wants cuddles, it’s usually late at night, in the privacy of your own room

He generally doesn’t mind PDA, but he reserves cuddles for private moments

It’s his chance to show you his softer side, not worrying about being tough or responsible or anything

Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as you melt into each other’s touch

He usually doesn’t go for a specific position, he just goes with whatever feels right

He prefers to just lay there, rubbing each other’s backs

He only likes his hair to be played with if it’s already been washed for the night

He’s very particular about his hair

He doesn’t have a problem playing with yours, though

And he’s very gentle about it; he is a bit of a hair expert

Eventually you’ll drift off to sleep

You’ll wake up in a completely new position, but rest assured you’ll still be tangled together

Zane

He doesn’t really feel the need to cuddle

But you introduce him to it, finding calm moments to curl up together

You have to guide his limbs the first few times, but he catches on quickly

And he finds himself enjoying these moments

After a while, it becomes a ritual for him

Whenever you’re alone, or just relaxing, he reaches over and takes your hand, looking at you pleadingly

That’s his way of asking for cuddles

You’ll smile and wrap your arms around him, allowing him to situate himself as he pleases

He usually just reclines a little and puts his hands on the small of your back or your hips

He’s pretty stiff, but he’s comfortable, trust me

And he can adjust his body temperature to whatever temperature you ask

So you guys can cuddle in the middle of the summer, no problem

If you look up you’ll see him smiling, and that smile will only grow when he meets your gaze

He doesn’t like to cuddle when sleeping though

Partly because he knows it’s not very comfortable for you

But if you insist hard enough, he’ll consent to holding hands or letting you rest your head against his shoulder

Lloyd

Cuddles are pretty common with him

He just sees it as a comfortable way to relax with someone he loves, so he’s almost always cuddling you

If you’re in a more “public” space like the couch, he prefers casual positions like tangling your legs together or leaning against each other

He likes to squeeze your hand while you do this

Or play with your fingers, depending on how he's feeling

When you’re alone, your cuddles get more intimate

He likes to bury his face in you, whether that be your belly, chest, side, back, etc

He doesn’t really have a preference between holding you and being held

His breathing slows and his grip will slowly relax around you

Eventually he falls asleep; he just gets so comfortable

Sometimes he won’t bury his face though, and he’ll talk to you instead

It’s an intimate moment, so he takes advantage of it to tell you things

Doubts, secrets, worries, it’s all on the table

When he’s finished he’ll listen to what you have to say in turn

Then he’ll smile and bury his face in you, drifting off to sleep like usual

Nya

She's pretty ambiguous when it comes to cuddling

She doesn't like to cuddle excessively, but she can still accommodate you if you're a big cuddler

Sometimes she likes to hold you, sometimes she likes to be held

It just depends on her mood

Cuddles are a display of affection for her, both in the giving and receiving sense

That's why she switches between holding/being held

She has no problem asking for cuddles when she's in the mood

She'll literally grab your arms and wrap them around herself while she cozies up to you

Or she'll wrap an arm around you, pulling you against her and letting you adjust yourself

Kind of like Kai, she's not a huge fan of getting her hair played with, but she'll gladly play with your hair

She'll do little styles then undo them, combing her fingers through your hair to smooth it out again

When you're sleeping, she likes to spoon

She'll swap between big and little spoon; though she's slightly more inclined to be the little spoon

When she is the little spoon, she'll wrap her hands around yours, holding them gently against herself

That way you can feel her heartbeat :)

Pixal

She's the least receptive to cuddling out of the bunch

Even when you show her how, she doesn't get it

What she does understand is that it seems to make you happy though

And she's more than willing to do anything that makes you happy

So sometimes she'll try to be the one to initiate it, particularly when she sees that you're unhappy

You'll have to do the initiating most of the time though

Her efforts are stiff and unnatural at first, but they improve with time

She learns what you like and adapts accordingly

She doesn't like the actual cuddles so much as she likes seeing you all relaxed, a languid smile curving your lips

She'll try to make idle conversation with you while you cuddle

She finds the silence awkward

(Yet another reason she doesn't understand cuddling)

But she'll understand if you're just tired and you want to relax/sleep

She takes it as a compliment that you can fall asleep with her, despite her not fully grasping the whole "cuddling" concept

So in a way it is pretty fulfilling for her, just not in the way you'd expect

Thank you for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care lovelies! <33

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topguncortez · 7 months

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Taking A Sick Day || Whumptober Day 18 - J. Seresin

whumptober masterlist

synopsis: what you thought was just a stomach bug, turned into you having to make the biggest decision of your life and putting you and Jake's relationship to the test

word count: 5.3k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: vomiting

warnings: medical abortion, abortion pills, pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of missed menstrual cycles, grief, mentions of teenage pregnancy, pro-life protestors, cursing, vomiting.

note: all humans deserve the right to choose what they want to do with their own bodies, whether you support abortions or not. any kind hate of any kind while not be accepted. this is a safe space.

“You look like hell ran you over,” You groaned and lifted your head, looking at the person invading the bathroom you were currently occupying. Jake’s annoyingly perfect self stood in the doorway, his head tilted slightly in confusion as he took notice of your pale face and the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“Go away,” You waved your hand.

Jake chuckled and sauntered into the bathroom, that megawatt smile on his face as he fixed his hair in the mirror. How someone could look so good at 8 AM while you were fighting for your life, you weren’t sure. Another wave of nausea hit you as Jake sprayed the smallest bit of cologne on his body. You groaned, dry heaving into the toilet bowl, Jake looking at you with concern.

“You okay, Ace?” He asked, using your nickname that you’ve had since you were a kid.

You grew up with the infamous Jake Seresin. Why he chose you of all people to be friends with, was beyond your knowledge. Your parents didn’t run in the same social circles. Jake was all athlete while you were all books. But, your bond was tight. The two of you grew up thick as thieves, following each other to the University of Texas. While Jake decided that he was going to study political science and join the NROTC, you decided to go with biology, following your goal to become a doctor.

Your relationship with Jake had slowly evolved the older you got. You went from making mud pies in the backyard to those awkward middle school dances, to the relationship you have now. You weren’t exclusive, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you weren’t his girlfriend. But you were his and he was yours.

Jake got down on his haunches next to you, as you closed your eyes, hoping that the rising bile in your stomach would subside. He pressed the back of his hand to your head and frowned.

“You don’t feel hot,” Jake mumbled, “Maybe you’ve got a stomach bug? Food poisoning?” You just shrugged gently laying down on the bathroom floor, curling up into a ball, “Is it your cramps making you sick, again? You’ve been upchucking every day this week and according to the calendar on the-”

You sat up quickly, your eyes wide as you looked at Jake. Nothing needed to be said, Jake could read the panic on your face as you looked at him. You ran your hands through your hair, looking down at the floor as you tried to recount the last time you got intimate with Jake.

“Are you. . . Do you think. . . that you. . .” Jake gestured toward your stomach, “Maybe the condom broke?”

Your eyes snapped towards him, “You didn’t check it?”

Jake felt his heart pounding in his ears, “I did, but maybe there was a small tear, I-I don’t know,” He crawled a bit closer to you, “Tell me what you need me to do.”

You told Jake exactly what you needed from him, and he left without hesitation to go get pregnancy tests. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you paced the small floor of your shared apartment with Jake. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you. Not now. Not when you haven’t even gotten secured on your feet. Not when you weren’t settled down in the life that you wanted. Not when you didn’t know if you and Jake would last past college.

Your parents had always wanted better for you. Your mother was a young mom at the age of 19. She had dropped out of college to raise you, while your dad started working at the local steel mill. You didn’t have an extravagant life. You lived within the means of your parents’ income. You had the things you needed, even though sometimes they were hand-me-downs, or bought second-hand. There wasn’t money to do extra things, like trips to Disney World, or to go on shopping trips to the mall. You had to decide if you wanted to do dance or softball, not getting to do both like the other girls in your class. Sending you off to college had been the biggest victory in their lives. And you weren’t about to let them down.

Jake had returned to the apartment to find you sitting on the couch, a stoic look on your face. He knew that you had a plan for your life. It was one of the things he loved about you. You knew what you wanted to do with your future, and you were going to achieve those goals. He set the bag from Walgreens on the counter and sat down silently next to you on the couch. He didn’t touch you, put a comforting hand on your thigh, or around your shoulders. He knew you well enough that you would just shrug it off. Instead, he sat silently next to you, letting you have the floor to talk.

“I can’t have a baby,” You said, “I can’t have a baby, not now. Not when I’m not financially stable or have a house that doesn’t have chipping paint and a power panel that doesn’t allow you to run the AC and the microwave at the same time.”

Jake nodded his head, “I agree with that one. I don’t think either one of us is ready. But if financials is what scares you, you know that I-”

“No,” You shook your head and looked at him, “I know that you will take care of me and this. . . baby,” You swallowed thickly, “But I don’t want that. I want to be able to equally provide for my family. I want to feel stable myself, and I just don’t feel like I am. Not right now.”

Jake nodded again, understanding your words. You were painfully independent, and there were times when Jake just wanted to wrap you up and take care of you.

“What do you want to do?” Jake asked.

You gulped, finally turning to face him, tears in your eyes, “I think the best thing for me. . . is to get an abortion,” Your voice cracked. Jake grabbed your hand, holding it tightly as you cried, “I-I want a baby, and I want a family. . . but I can’t right now.”

“I know,” Jake said, softly. You sucked in a breath as you tried to breathe through your sobs. He moved you closer to him, rubbing your back as you hiccuped “Let’s take this one step at a time, okay? First thing, is we need to know if you are pregnant, alright? And then we can go from there.”

You nodded your head, and Jake got up from the couch, grabbing the bag from the counter. He held out the box of pregnancy tests and a bottle of water. You stood wordlessly, grabbing both the items from his hand, and staring at them.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Jake asked.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think I’m capable of pissing on plastic sticks.”

Jake chuckled a bit at your words. He gently grabbed your face in both of his hands and pressed a kiss to your hairline, “We’ll figure this out. Just need to know where we are before we start making a plan.”

You nodded and looked up at him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning and heading into the bathroom. Once the door was shut, Jake released a deep sigh, running a hand through his blonde hair.

Those five minutes were the longest five minutes of your life. Once you had finished in the bathroom, setting the three sticks on the counter, you went back out to the living room. Jake had tidied up the apartment a bit, cleaning up the dirty dishes that had been in the sink for who knows how long. As you looked around the apartment, it became more clear to you that you couldn’t raise a baby like this. You had a collection of empty liquor bottles on top of the cabinets, you basically lived off of pizza rolls and mac’n’cheese, and you used paper plates more than actual plates because it was easier. You could hardly take care of yourself, there was no way you could take care of another human.

“Hey,” Jake said, noticing you standing in the middle of the living room, “We wait now?”

You swallowed, “We wait now.” You sat down on the couch and Jake brought over a plate with two pieces of buttered toast.

“Thought you might be hungry,” Jake offered, “It’s easy on the stomach.”

You smiled at him, taking the plate from his hands. Jake sat down next to you, grabbed the television remote, and turned it on. It felt so normal, sitting next to Jake as he searched through the very limited amount of channels that the cheapest cable package could get you. It wasn’t like you were waiting for three sticks in the bathroom to determine your fate.

Jake settled on a rerun of Jeporady, as the two of you silently watched it, waiting for the timer to go off. Once it did, Jake stood up first.

“Do you want me to-”

“I got it,” You said and handed him the plate with the half-eaten piece of toast.

Jake followed you as you walked down the hall towards the bathroom. He lingered in the hallway, watching as you took a deep breath before grabbing the first stick. You paused for a moment, your face expressionless, and Jake thought for a split second that this had been a false alarm. But then your shoulders fell and tears ran down your cheeks as a sob left your mouth. He didn’t even wait for you to turn over the other two, as he barged into the bathroom and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Jake. . . I. . . I-”

“I know,” Jake whispered, cradling the back of your head and running a hand down your back.

— — —

“The closest center is in Kansas,” Jake said, looking over his shoulder at you. It had been a couple of hours since you found out that you were pregnant. The shock had worn off and now all you felt was grief. Jake had put you in bed, tucking you in tightly with all your blankets as he started the search for the closest women’s clinic that also offered abortions since Texas had completely banned them.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “Eight hours away?”

Jake nodded his head, “Yeah. It’s illegal here and in Oklahoma. We can get you into a clinic here, but they don’t offer-”

You huffed, “Fucking lawmakers. Why do men get a say in what I do with my fucking body?”

Jake shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s fucked, I agree.”

You stared at the ceiling. Your mind kept flip-flopping back and forth as Jake tried to find a place for you to be seen. It made you wonder if you were making the right choice. All this hassle to find a clinic, when you could just be seen in Texas, carry a baby, and give the baby up. Then you started thinking about adoption, there were both pros and cons to it. You would be giving a baby to a family who couldn’t have their own, but finding a good family was hard. But then you started to think about yourself, could you really give up a baby that you had grown for nine months? That you had bonded to? And what if you didn’t find the right family? What if they did something to hurt the baby you had grown and delivered?

You sat up in bed, letting out a frustrated sound. You didn’t know you could cry this much as you pulled on the roots of your hair.

Jake closed his laptop and leaned over to you, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” You sniffled, “I’m thinking that this decision is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. People really think that women just. . . do this with no remorse? I know what I’m doing. I know that this fetus is growing and multiplying by the second. I study biology, I’m well aware of what’s going on inside of my own body.”

“But,” Jake said, anticipating the conjunction.

“I can’t do it,” You sobbed, “I can not be the one who grows a baby and gives that baby up. I just can’t. I know if I wait even a week longer, I will not be able to make that choice. I need to do it now.”

Jake nodded his head and squeezed your hand, “Whatever you want to do, I am here for you. If you want to go to Kansas, then I’ll drive with you to Kansas. If you want to have the baby, I’ll be here to help you.”

You gave Jake a watery smile as you squeezed his hand back, “I love you, Jake. And I want to be with you forever and maybe someday, when things are right, have your kids. But I can’t do that right now.”

“I know,” Jake gave you a small smile back, “And there’s no one else on this planet I want babies with. . . when the time is right,” He cradled the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’ll schedule the appointment in Kansas. You just get some rest, I’ll handle it all.”

And true to his word, Jake did handle it all. He worked out all the details, scheduling your appointment at a women’s clinic right over the border in Kansas and booking a hotel room. He helped you pack a bag with a few pairs of clothes in it, knowing that you would have to stay for at least a day, maybe even two. Jake drove the whole way there, as you stared out the window at the changing landscape. You were silent the whole eight-hour drive, imagining how different your life would look if you didn’t make this choice.

You loved your parents, but you didn’t want to end up like them. Your mom had always dreamed of becoming a doctor, having studied biology for a year before she got pregnant with you. You had always carried some guilt and burden that your mother couldn’t have finished her dream. You wanted to reach your dream, the dream that you shared with your mother before you had children.

You and Jake stayed in a hotel overnight, your appointment bright and early the next day. Jake wanted you to at least have a day to somewhat relax before you had to go in. After eating way too much Taco Bell and taking a hot shower together, you and Jake curled up in the same queen bed. He held you tightly, absent-mindedly drawing shapes up and down your bare spine, hoping to lull you to sleep. But your mind was way too active to let you close your eyes and get a good night’s sleep.

The morning rolled around quicker than you wanted it to. You watched the sunrise as your cheek was pressed to Jake’s chest, listening to the soft patter of his heart. When Jake woke up, he laid out your clothes for you, leggings and one of his t-shirts, before ordering a light breakfast to hopefully calm your nerves. He held your hand in his as you walked out of the hotel and to his truck. He continued to hold your hand the whole silent drive to the clinic, while you stared out the window.

Jake put the truck in park, parking in a small lot next to a brick building, “I will go check you in,” Jake said, breaking the silence. You turned your head to look at him, his green eyes filled with sorrow, “There are protestors. . .”

You looked back toward the front of the building and noticed the small group of people standing on the sidewalk in front of the building. Some of them held grotesque signs, while others held Bibles and seemed to be preaching. You also noticed the group of people who were wearing bright orange colored vests and holding umbrellas, who seemed to be dancing and smiling along to music.

“Stay right here. I’ll be back.”

You nodded your head, and Jake got out of the truck. You watched as he kept his head down, walking right past the protestors who were trying to reach out to him, paying them no mind. You turned your head back to the front, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for Jake to return back to the truck. It never occurred to you how frightening it could be, to wait like a sitting duck for your partner to come back and get you. But Jake wasn’t gone long, and when he returned, there was a woman wearing a bright orange vest that read “patient escort” and a large man next to her.

You unlocked the door as Jake approached, letting him open it for you. He gave you that smile that you loved so much, but you wished it would calm your nerves.

“Y/N?” the woman asked, and you nodded your head, “Hi, I’m Steph, I’m a patient escort. And this,” She pointed to the other man. He looked like he could’ve been a defensive football player in another life, “Is RJ, our security guard. Are you ready to go in?”

Your eyes glanced over to the protestors and then to Jake. Silently, you nodded your head and held your hand out to Jake. He took it without hesitation and held it close to his body, helping you out of the truck.

“Wait,” Jake paused, and reached into the back of the truck. He dug through his duffle bag before grabbing a hoodie, “Put this on. I don’t want them to even see your face.” You slid the oversized sweatshirt on, that smelled of sandalwood and honey. Jake pulled the hood up, concealing your identity the best he could, and then pulled you into his body.

“Ready?” Steph asked, and you both nodded. She undid her umbrella and gestured to RJ to lead the way to the front doors.

You tried your best to block out the sound of the protestors, but you couldn’t help it. They were so loud, louder than the words of the supportive clinic escorts, louder than the sweet nothing that Jake spoke to you, louder than the own voice in your head.

“You’re killing your baby!”

“Be the man! Don’t let her do this!”

“God will send you to hell!”

“This is murder!”

“Ignore them,” Steph said to you, as she punched in the code to the front door of the clinic, “They have nothing better to do than batter women who walk through our front doors,” She scoffed and shook her head, “Most of them don’t even come here for abortions. They come here for other reasons. It’s sickening, honestly.” You nodded your head, as the door buzzed open, “This is where I leave you. You’ll check in at the front and they will take it from there.”

Her smile was warm, which surprised you. You silently nodded your head, while Jake thanked them, before leading you inside the clinic. You were thankful that Jake took care of checking you in and the paperwork, as you zoned out, staring at a spot on the ground. How people could shout at women and call them heartless, while your heart was in shambles over this decision. This was the hardest choice of your life, and the protestors were acting like it was as easy as deciding what to eat for dinner.

Jake must’ve sensed your unease, as he looked over at you, “You okay?”

You nodded your head, “Feeling nauseous.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” You shook your head, giving Jake a small smile. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek before going back to filling out the forms.

It didn’t take long for you to be called back to an exam room, Jake keeping close behind you like a strong wall. It gave you comfort, having the feel of his body on your back.

“My name is Margo, I’ll be your nurse,” A woman with bleach blonde hair said, smiling warmly at you, “Here is a gown that I want you to change into,” She handed you a dark blue examination gown and a blanket, “For privacy. I’ll step out and press that button when you’re ready for me to come in and take vitals.”

You nodded your head, and Margo left you to get dressed. You normally weren’t nervous to strip down in front of Jake, but this felt more intimate than usual. Nervously, you bit your lip and looked at him, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Do you want me to-” Jake gestured towards the door.

“No,” You shook your head, “But can you like. . . cover your eyes.”

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle as he placed his hands over his eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t seen your tits before, Ace. Oof!” Jake exclaimed as you threw your t-shirt at your head. You were thankful for his humor, breaking some of the tension a little bit. When you were ready, Jake pressed the button on the wall and then helped you settle back on the exam table, draping the blanket over your lower half.

Margo knocked on the door before sticking her head in, “Ready?” She asked and you simply nodded.

She took all your vitals, asking you some questions about your health along the way. She then took a vial of blood, before leaving you and Jake alone in the room again, while you waited for the doctor. Jake sat down in the chair next to the bed and gently grabbed your hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Thank you,” You said, looking up at him.

“For what?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows.

“For coming with me.”

Jake huffed and placed another kiss on your knuckles, “There was no way in hell I was going to let you do this alone. I was there that night, I’m part of the reason why you’re in this situation. I’m not going to let you do this alone.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, and you cursed the damn hormones cursing through your body. Jake gently placed a kiss on your lips, as there was another knock on the door. This time a woman in a white lab coat stuck her head in, followed by Margo.

“Can I come in?” She asked softly and you nodded, sitting up on the exam table a bit more, “I’m Doctor Johnston. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too,” You said softly, “This is Jake, my. . .” You looked over at him, trying to decide what you should call him.

“Her friend,” Jake answered.

Doctor Johnston nodded, “Friends are good. We all need friends,” You gave her a grateful smile as she sat down on a stool next to you, “We got your blood test and urinalysis back, and you are in fact pregnant. We are going to do a pelvic ultrasound, so we can determine the size of the fetus.”

You swallowed and nodded your head, “Okay.”

Doctor Johnston gave you a tight-lipped smile as she stood up from her stool and grabbed some gloves, “I’m going to have you put your feet in the stirrups and slide all the way to the end. I will tell you everything I am doing and at any time you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. Alright?”

“Yes,” You nodded and did as she directed you to do. You held your breath staring at the ceiling. Jake squeezed your hand, giving you the silent boost of confidence you needed.

True to her word, Doctor Johnston walked you through the entire procedure. She had a calming voice and persona. You probably weren’t the first young woman in this situation she’s seen, and she certainly made you feel calmer than you were when you walked in.

“You’re measuring at about six weeks,” Doctor Johnston said to you, “Do you want to see-”

“No,” You shook your head. But then you looked over at Jake, wondering if maybe he had a different opinion.

“I don’t want to see either,” Jake shook his head, voice thick with emotion.

Doctor Johnston nodded, “I have to keep a copy of the ultrasound for our records and charts, but I completely respect your decision.” She gently pulled the transducer away from your body, setting it down in its place, “I will give you a chance to change back into your clothing and then we will talk in my office about everything. Any questions until then?”

You looked over at Jake, his green eyes locked on yours. He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand again, before turning to look at the doctor, “No questions right now.”

Doctor Johnston looked between the two of you and nodded, leaving you to get dressed. Once you got dressed, Margo led the two of you down to Doctor Johnston’s office. The woman gave you a shy smile as you sat down in front of her, Jake still holding your hand. She laid out a couple of sheets of paper in front of the two of you.

“There are several different options for you here,�� Doctor Johnston said, gesturing to the info sheets, “You are currently six weeks in gestation.”

You licked your lips, looking down at your feet, “I would like an abortion.”

It was silent for a moment as Doctor Johnston looked between the two of you, before speaking, “There are two different types of abortions we offer. We have the pill, which will induce a miscarriage. We will give you the first one and then you take the second one at home. It’s a more private way to do things. Or, we can do a D & C here in the office.”

You never thought of your different ways of doing this. You looked over at Jake, and he squeezed your hand, letting you know that he would be here for whatever you decide.

“I’ll. . . I’ll take the pill,” Your voice cracked, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” Doctor Johnston said, handing you the tissue box, “No decision that has been made in this chair has been an easy one. And I’ve had hundreds of women in my office, all deciding different things for themselves. Every single one has been a hard, thought-out choice. You can cry, I’m not judging you. You can make jokes, and I still won’t judge you. Humans deal with this in their own way.”

You grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the tears on your lashes, “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.”

“You’re welcome,” Doctor Johnston said earnestly, “I am going to write the script right now for mifeprex. If you have any questions and I mean any at all, please do not hesitate to call me.” She slid you a card with her name and number on it. You both thanked Doctor Johnston as she left the office.

Margo came in not long after Doctor Johnston had left with two cups and a box in her hand. “The first pill you will take here in the office,” She handed you the two cups, one with a white pill and the other with water, “The second one will be taken between 6 to 48 hours after the first one. You will feel cramps, like a period, they may feel more intense and painful than normal. If it gets to a point where it is unbearable, please give us a call. The pills will make this pass like a miscarriage.”

You stared down at the white pill, knowing that this was going to change the course of your future forever. Jake’s eyes were on you as you rolled your lips together. You couldn’t help but think maybe this wasn’t the right choice. It wasn’t too late for you to change your mind. Maybe just maybe you could do this. But then, you thought about your future, and the things you wanted to accomplish.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, before tipping the cup back and taking the pill. You swallowed it down with the water and set both cups down on the desk.

“You guys are good to go,” Margo said, giving you a sad smile, “If you need anything please let us know. Take care.”

You looked up from the ground at Jake, your eyes red with tears. His eyes were the same, holding sadness in them.

“Let’s go home,” Jake suggested and you nodded. You stood up, taking his hand as he led you out of the room. He never let your hand go as he drove back to the hotel.

Jake left you alone for a little bit, going to get some things from the local Walgreens to help you through it. You were thankful that he had left you alone for some time. Yes, you were happy he was by your side, but you needed some time alone. You need some time to process things on your own. So, as you crouched down in the hotel shower, hugging your knees to your chest, you sobbed. The dam had broken and the ugly cries fell from your lips as the day’s stress was washed down the drain.

You were out of the shower by the time Jake got back and was setting up what seemed to be a mini buffet of your favorite junk food.

“Wow. . . did you buy out the whole Walgreens?” You asked.

Jake smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, “I didn’t know what you needed or wanted, so I just got your usuals plus some other stuff you pick up.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, “Thank you,” You said pushing your face into his chest.

“No problem,” Jake said, kissing the top of your head, “How do you feel?”

“I’m having some cramps, and I started spotting,” You mumbled.

Jake nodded his head, “I picked up some pads and those period underwear things? I don’t know google said those might be good.”

“Oh, I would pay to see macho man Jake Seresin in the feminine product aisle.”

“Sweetheart, I will always go buy your pads and tampons and those diva cup things. Though, I am kinda confused how they-”

You placed your hand over his mouth, “Please stop talking about diva cups like. . . ever.” You giggled and Jake smiled at that precious sound. He was happy that you were cracking jokes, knowing the emotional toll today took.

“Let’s get into the junk food. I saw they got Disney Plus and there’s a horde of Halloween movies we haven’t started yet.”

You followed Jake’s lead, grabbing a bag of chips and mini Snickers, and crawling in next to him on the bed. He turned the TV on going straight to Disney Plus and clicking on the first Halloween movie that showed up.

The time got past you and Jake, as you sat cuddled up on the queen bed in the hotel room until the alarm went off. The two of you looked at each other, your eyes starting to well up, as Jake got off of the bed, and walked over to where the small box of pills was sitting. He took one out, and grabbed your water bottle. You sat up in bed, and took the small white pill from his hand, and swallowed it back with a gulp of water.

Jake looked at you, and gave you a sad smile, “You good?”

And you gave him a watery one back, “I will be.”

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simping-lya · 7 months

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There is always time for cuddles.

UT!Sans x Sick!Reader

Words: 694

Written while I'm sick and should be asleep. Sorry for errors, I don't have the energy to check for mistakes.

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It was inevitable, you knew, but it still felt weird. The social norms smacked into you since a young age always told you to never let anyone near you while sick, or vice versa. So, when Sans asked to join you in your bed, your answer was a clear “no.” Then he tried to convince you by explaining that monsters can’t catch human colds because monsters are mostly made of magic instead of physical matter. You still said no, because even though you knew it was true, the social norms engraved into you still made it feel weird. Then he told you he bet that you’d feel better after cuddles and you couldn’t deny that… It had been a while since you two had any intimate contact because of your sickness and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

(Plus, you knew he’d find a loophole in your argument sooner or later and join you in your bed. Might as well say yes than argue with the short skele and tire yourself out.)

So, here you were, laying in your bed in the guest room of the skelebros, waiting for Sans to return with a fresh cup of water for you. You already shifted the pillows and sheets to make room for your skeleton and were currently staring at the ceiling (again…)

After making countless shapes in the pattern of the ceiling, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning and Sans walked in, holding a large cup of water in his hand. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way towards your bed and handed you the cup.

“Thanks,” You croaked out, your throat squeezing as you spoke. An annoying tickle formed from the back of your throat and you quickly took a sip of the water, the warm liquid calming down your upcoming coughing fit.

“you know our deal,” Sans said, shrugging with his usual grin.

You frowned at him, still bothered. “I’m going to cough on you…” Your voice was soft to not bring you into a coughing fit. “And I haven’t showered in three days.”

“it’s fine. no need to worry about spreading your disease to me, and i’m in no place to judge how long ya haven’t showered.”

You knew that was true. Sans wouldn’t judge you for your hygiene, or anything else. You knew it was just you making excuses.

Sighing, you accepted defeat and Sans’s grin widened. You set the cup somewhere in arms reach and Sans climbed into the bed with you. His slippers dropped to the ground and as he shifted underneath the blankets, his feet tickled your legs, making you flinch and shift away.

Never the one to miss details, no matter how small, Sans chuckled and looked at you.

“no cuddles?”

You rolled your eyes and in a swift motion, pulled him into your arms and flopped onto the bed. Sans’s chuckles turned into soft laughter, muffled against your chest as his arms wrapped around your torso. You could feel his phalanges grab onto the back of your shirt as he snuggled into you.

Back into your usual cuddling habits, one of your hands absentmindedly rubbed the back of Sans’s head where his skull and neck joined together, and the other was pressed against his back, keeping him close to you. Despite the hoodie he was wearing, you could feel the bumps of his spine which you also traced.

Sans made a soft, satisfied noise and snuffled closer to you. Seems like you weren’t the only one who missed cuddles. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“thought you were worried about spreading your disease?” Sans said from your chest. Despite his voice being muffled, you could hear his smugness.

Ugh, you didn’t want to leave him all smug, knowing he won against your game of wills. Well, you know how to easily shut him up and you weren’t worried about getting him sick now.

You grabbed his cheeks, lowered your head, and covered his face in kisses. By the time you were satisfied, he was covered in his pretty blue blush.

#when will i be not ill anymore #lya writing #sans undertale #sans x reader #sans x self insert #sans x you #sans x y/n #sans x yn #reader insert

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years

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No thoughts just Rainsmut from ghost

Don't know if this was a request or just a lovely thought but yes, the answer is yes. Wooo, had dust off the cobwebs in my brain for this one *cracks knuckles* This is fem!Reader too, hope that's okay

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Rain is a shy boi turned soft dom boi, oral (f and m!receiving), biting, scratching, marking, blood, fluffy aftercare (more for Rain honestly even though he was the dom lmao he needs reassurance)

2.2K Words🤙🏻

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You never expected to find love in your life, not to any human, especially not to a demon. But becoming a Sister of Sin took you on a path that still manages to shock you, including how you felt towards a specific water Ghoul.

Everyone told you that having a Ghoul as a partner could have its…difficulties.

In the past, relationships between a Ghoul and a human would not last long, and the end usually was not pretty. You heard stories of blood, violence, and death. Some Ghouls had the tendency of getting territorial of their mates, often picking fights with other Ghouls if they even had a suspicion that one of them was interested. In rare instances, some Ghouls would even kill their mates, though not on purpose. So you would’ve had every right to be more than a little hesitant in being with a Ghoul.

But you knew Rain wasn’t like that.

Typically, the water types were less aggressive and more reserved than the others, often keeping to themselves, staying out of trouble, and never really picking fights unless they felt threatened. But they were still demons, they still had an aura of danger surrounding them, they could still annihilate a human if they ever felt like it. But Rain never gave you that vibe that he was even capable of such acts. He made you feel safe, comfortable. He was protective, but not in an overbearing type of way. If you were around any other Ghouls, he’d always be by your side watching over you. He was sweet, and you couldn’t see a world where he’d ever hurt you on purpose.

The two of you had been together for a few months now, but you still did nothing more than kiss. It was frustrating, and it had to have been difficult for Rain too. For some people, that contact is a need and a lack of that made you more irritable. You knew how skittish Rain could be, and you absolutely did not want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn’t ready for. But you were so desperate for his touch and you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.

You wanted to be with Rain intimately, but you just didn’t know how to bring it up without spooking him off. You were aching and needed him now, but him being off in a touring band caused some unwanted distance between the two of you, so you were just going to have to handle it yourself like you always had to.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you removed your habit, laying on your bed with your legs slightly spread. You imagined Rain looking down on you, eyes dark and narrow behind his stage mask, a bulge prominently poking through his tight black jeans. You imagined his soft voice telling you what to do, forcing you to obey his every command. You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, running along your lace lingerie, tentatively journeying down until your fingers felt the heat that was radiating from your already sopping wet cunt, begging to be touched.

You were a second away from reaching your aching nub until the door to your bedroom opened suddenly, a grinning Rain entering the door frame. But he quickly froze as he realized what was happening, his grin falling off his face and his eyes widening in shock as your half naked form. “Oh, fuck-! Uh, I’m sorry!” He covered his eyes and quickly closed your door, leaving you flushed and disheveled.

You put on a robe and walked out, finding Rain with his head in his hands in your living room. “Rain?” You called out softly, taking cautious steps towards him.

“I am so sorry, babe. We, the band, we got a few days off and I wanted to surprise you but…oh god.” Rain’s ears were flattened back, his tail actually tucked between his legs, coiling around his leg tightly. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to…walk in on you like that, I promise.”

You gently took a seat next to him, reaching up to lightly rub his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, you did really surprise me.” You joked, smiling when he managed a nervous chuckle, his body untensing a little. “Coulda joined me, you know?” You said, in a split second decision, wondering if testing the waters was a good idea in the moment. You felt him tense up again beneath your hand, almost regretting your words until you noticed a slight bulge in his pants, not unlike the one you saw in your fantasy. “I mean, don’t you want to, with me?” You asked, feeling a little insecure.

Rain furrowed his brows and sat up more straight, taking a hold of your hand. “Of course I do, it’s just…you’re human. You can…break.” You don’t know why his choice of words made you clench, a sharp pang of desire shooting straight through your core. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Dewdrop almost killed his mate during…you know. I don’t want that to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You’re not Dewdrop, Rain. You’re not like that.”

“He wasn’t like that either until it happened.” He frowned.

You could’ve whined. You were so needy. You understood his apprehension. It made you nervous too, but you loved your demon and you wanted him badly. “I want you, Rain. You want me too, I know you do. But…I understand if you can’t. But there is nothing you could do to me that would make me love you any less. You could never hurt me.”

Rain inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists as he smelled your arousal. It could’ve driven him mad. He saw how your thighs pressed together, how your teeth nawed away at the dead skin of your lips, how anxious your expression was. You looked to be in pain, and that pained him. “If we do this…you have to promise me, if I get too rough or do anything that you don’t like, you stop me. Whatever you have to do.” He spoke seriously, his pupils dilated until you could barely see his iris’.

“Yes, Rain. Just please, touch me.” You begged, opening one of his fists and bringing the palm to cup your sex, gasping as the much needed contact. You heard him audibly inhale, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. “Feel how much I want you? Feel how wet you make me?” You whispered.

Rain growled as he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, teeth grazing against each other’s and pushing your tongues to meet. You moaned in his mouth as he started playing with your clit through your underwear, the fabric practically ruined with how soaked it was. “I didn’t realize how good you smell like this, baby.” Rain purred, trying his best to maintain his composure while he pushed the robe off your shoulders. “Bedroom. Now.” He ordered, leading you to the bed hastily.

You sat on the bed with a glazed over look in your eyes, your ears perked up at the sound of Rain’s belt buckle coming unlatched, the leather sliding and making a slapping sound as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. You could feel your mouth watering as he started to unbutton his pants. “You look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. You wanna suck my cock, hm? Your mouth is already halfway open.” You could only nod as you finally started to see the side of Rain that you’ve been dreaming of.

Rain beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and watching your expression as you finally saw all of him. “Is this what you were thinking about before I came home?” He asked darkly, gently caressing the back of your head. “You touch yourself to thoughts of me?” You nodded weakly, your mouth filling with saliva as your lips finally came into contact with the head of his cock.

Rain groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head and moaning at the taste. “Oh, sweet Lucifer…” He cursed, reaching down to unclasp your bra and to lift your chin, biting his lip at the sight. Tears in your admiring eyes, drool running down your chin and onto your tits, all for him. The view could’ve made him come right then and there. But he wanted you to feel good too.

You gasped as he tore you away from his dick, having you stand up as he sank to his knees, his own expression needy and glazed over as he ran his claws up your thighs, forcing goosebumps to form along the path. You quickly stepped out of your underwear as he pulled them down, him grabbing the back of one of your thighs to bring your leg to rest on his shoulder. Rain licked his lips as he finally saw the full glory that was your pussy, your arousal coating it and your inner thighs. He had never seen such a pretty sight.

You let out a cry as Rain dove in, lapping up all your wetness and going to work right away. His long tongue poked and prodded at your tight entrance, undulating against your folds in such a way that you almost saw stars. “So sweet.” He growled, moving to focus on your clit, using his forked tip to rub on either side of the little nub. You tried not to scream, your legs threatening to give out just from the pure pleasure Rain was giving you. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his tongue was making you feel. But then it all came to a stop unfortunately, a loud whine escaping you as Rain rose to his feet with a shiny nose and chin. “I could do that all day.” He chuckled, but instead of doing just that, he pushed you gently to lay on the bed with your legs spread.

“Please, Rain…” You begged, arching your back so your chest could touch his, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you.” And without warning, Rain entered you, almost immediately filling you to the brim, the head of his cock grazing your sweet spot already. “Fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as he started to thrust into you.

“You feel so good.” Rain panted, a thin sheen of sweat already building on his forehead. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound driving you wild.

Rain buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding onto your shoulders with a vice grip. You felt multiple sharp stings as his claws extended, digging into the soft flesh, but Rain didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of you. It surprised you to find that you enjoyed it, the pain only amplifying the pleasure you already felt. The pain brought you closer to the peak you so desperately wanted to reach, you didn’t even notice you were clawing him right back.

“Fuck, Rain, I’m so close!” You cried, attempting to meet his thrusts from underneath him, but Rain suddenly had a vice grip on your hips, pushing them down and pistoning into you even harder. “Oh, god-!” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but just take it, the pleasure rendering you useless.

The final straw was the new pleasurable pain you felt in the hollow of your neck, sharp fangs breaking your skin and sinking in, marking you in a way that just felt so right. It hit you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs, and then you let out a loud strained moan as you came around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” Rain whispered as his thrusts became sloppy, licking up your neck and stilling, his cum spilling inside of you as he whimpered.

You whined as Rain pulled out of you, flopping down beside you in exhaustion, a blissed out expression on his face. But his face quickly furrowed in concern, finally taking notice of the droplets of blood that slowly leaked out of your claw and bite marks. “Oh fuck, baby, I hurt you. Shit, I know this would happen. I never should have-”

“Rain, Rain!” You quickly interrupted before he had a full blown panic attack. “You didn’t hurt me, my love.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I…I liked it.” You felt your face heat up at the admission. “It felt really good.” You chuckled giddily, and Rain relaxed a little but you could still see him beating himself up about it mentally. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up at that, allowing himself to smile proudly at himself.

“Really?” He asked timidly, causing you to nod with a tired grin.

“You made me feel amazing. Only you, Rain. I knew I could trust you. If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. I promised, remember?”

Rain pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily, happy purrs rumbling in his chest, making it very difficult to stay awake.

You gave Rain a soft kiss on his chin as he fell asleep, his comfortable hold on you and purrs lulling you to sleep right after him.

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rain is baby

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starlightandfairies · 29 days

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Omg i looooove you !! I might have another idea, just something simple like, the reader and Elijah are dating but his calls won't get any reply for nearly a whole day. So as worried as he is, he comes to your house, finding you terribly sick and immediately turns into nurse mode to take care of you and making sure you get better soon ? 🥺

Description: The reader becomes unwell with a cold and due to missing calls this worries Elijah and once he discovers the truth he ends up playing nurse.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Thank you for another request! I hope you enjoy this one too! Sorry it's a short one

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 822

First Person's POV

When Elijah and I didn't see each other we would have an hour-long phone call if it were possible. Even if we had seen each other all day, before I would go to bed he'd practically talk to me until I fell asleep. I loved listening to his loving, gentle, tender and handsome voice. I love the fact that of all people, Elijah chose me. A human. At first, when our relationship started getting more serious, he was scared of getting carried away and forgetting that I am a human... so he was gentle and I mean he's still incredibly gentle with me but he's less hesitant when we're being more intimate.

Another thing that I adored about Elijah was how he looked after my every need, he was thoughtful and would remember things about me that I don't even remember mentioning to him but the fact that he knew me inside and out about my likes and dislikes it made me feel special and cared for.

I got think, I hated being sick, half the time when I'm sick I can hardly look at the light and pretty much have to sit in a dark room. My bedroom floor was decorated with tissues, I looked gross and I felt gross. I hadn't been on my phone all day, forgetting to tell Elijah about the fact that I was sick and wouldn't be on the phone.

I groaned, burying my face into the pillow as my headache banged against my head, the doorbell rang a few times and it took me longer than normal to get to the front door. I jumped seeing Elijah about to walk in with concern and worry covering his features. I cannot imagine how I looked, I am sure that I looked just as bad as I felt. My nose must be all red and my eyes must be puffy. He instantly pulled me into his arms, stepped into my home and rested a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Oh, sweetheart, I wished you would've told me that you were sick." He cooed, easily picking me up, resting my head on his shoulder and carried me back to my room. The vampire proceeded to rest his suit coat on my dresser chair and rested me on my bed.

"I'll run a shower for you, you know they help and make you feel fresher." I pathetically nodded, leaning into him as he rested another kiss on my forehead. Elijah got the warm water running, the steam from the bathroom sneaking into my bedroom as I waddled into the bathroom. Once I managed to leave the warm cocoon of the water I smiled seeing new pyjamas resting on the counter. I dressed myself and curled back into bed, waiting for Elijah to come back.

"I got some Vicks, sore throat lozenge, pain killers, water and chicken soup with the noodles drained out."

"Oh, you really love me," I whispered, pushing myself up and smiling tiredly at Elijah as he rested the soup on my bedside table, placed the water down and sat down beside me gesturing to the Vicks vapour rub, asking permission to rub it on. I stared at him as he began rubbing it across my chest, he had a kind smile on his lips and whispered softly.

"You must think I am attractive right now," I mumbled, buttoning my shirt back up as he finished rubbing the stuff on me.

"I think you're absolutely stunning every day I lay my eyes on you. There's never a time when you're not stunning."

"You're a liar."

"I never lie." He whispers. Kissing my forehead, smiling softly and grabbing the bowl of soup. Elijah proceeded to feed me a spoonful of the soup. Elijah would take pauses when I needed a break, he would stare at me with adoration in his eyes and would whisper words of love.

After having me take painkillers, then had me have the lozenge. Elijah brought me into his arms, stroking my cheek with a small smile. I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, my head aching once I woke up once more. I groaned, feeling hot and stuffy. I pushed myself out of bed, jumping to find Elijah right at my side.

"What can I do for you, my love?"

"I need fresh air, I feel all hot and yucky again." He picked me up as if I were a fragile piece of glass, I clutched onto him gently, letting him easily carry me out to the sitting area outside and rested me on the lounge chair. I hummed gently as Elijah began reading a passage from his book, a loving look in his eyes and his voice soothing enough to make me feel better and the low hum made the headache go away and everything seem okay.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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hey love can you make headcanons about being pregnant with yandere klaus mikaelson's daughter (hope)

pregnant with yandere Klaus Mikaelsons daughter:

He is with you all the damn time. You don’t get a second alone because what if something happened? what if someone tried to get to you? what if you fell?

You thought he was possessive before? Your only seat is his lap with one of his hands on your stomach and the other squeezing your hand while he sucks love bites into your neck

If anyone looks at you for a second too long his hand is wrapped around their throat. One time Elijah was complimenting your ‘pregnancy glow’ and Klaus snapped his beck before sweeping you off your feet and taking you out for lunch

To begin with Klaus tried to put you on a strict diet so your daughter would be healthy but when the pregnancy hormones kicked in, you bottom lip quivering and your eyes filling with tears because you wanted something else he couldn’t handle the disappointment in your eyes and the thought of his baby hating him made him give in

When he found out it would be a girl he was overjoyed. His own little princess with your lovely features and his power, what more could he possibly want?

You fell pregnant shortly after being able to go outside. Since carrying his baby you no longer have that privilege, you are confined to the compound and sometimes a room when you threaten to leave if he doesn’t calm down

He struggles to understand your hormones and ends up smashing things when you aggravate him which results in your tears and his apologies and promises of being better

Klaus has multiple wardrobes of baby clothes waiting for your little girl as well as a wide selection of ‘fun activities’ for her to take part in once she’s big enough

There is a bookshelf full of parenting books all of which he has studied and is fully prepared for her to be born

Occasionally he realises he’s being too much and allows you half an hour alone before returning to you and laying with you under the covers

Sometimes you still engage in intimate activities which normally just means you being led there while he rocks into you and tells you how much he loves you. When your bump had started growing he began to take advantage of any position you could still get yourself into but once you were too big he worried he’d harm you or the baby so opted to just taste you and play with your breasts

When you go into labour he panics and screams for Rebekah. He holds your hand the entire time and has a heavy glare at the witches delivering your baby as they faff about

Once your daughter is handed to him he tells you how gorgeous she is and perfect she is, he won’t let you hold her to begin with worried you would try and run away with her like you had claimed you would in the heat of a fight

After you started sobbing to hold your baby he let you have her and climbed into the bed with you and put you both on his chest rubbing your arm and whispering ‘im sorry sweetheart’ and ‘i love you both so so much’ on repeat

Only you or him were allowed with your precious little Hope for the first few weeks

You held her as much as you possibly could, Niklaus had to practically drag her from your arms so that you could do basic things like eat and wash

After a while Klaus asked Rebekah to look after her sometimes so that he could have time with you alone and show you how much he adored you, your dinner dates became regular again and he continued to share baths with you. He would massage your body knowing the stress you went through being pregnant and giving birth and he also helps you breast pump

He still probably takes care of you more than Hope but it’s just because he can’t bare the thought of anything happening to you, you’re only human and he needs you to stay alive for him and now for your baby

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Cuddling with the Hashira

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters: Giyu, Shinobu, Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi, Mitsuri, Gyomei & Obanai

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ set in modern day cause I said so

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings suggestive content but nothing crazy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: I’m half awake while writing this so please ignore any spelling errors because you know damn well I’m not proofreading this when I can barely keep my eyes open lmao

Tomioka Giyu

He doesn’t typically like cuddling. He’s the type to crawl into bed with you for a nap whenever you request it, but cuddling isn’t on the table till he’s sleepy. He’s getting into bed 90% of the time in a hoodie and sweatpants or actual pajama pants. Barely any room for skin to show while he’s asleep. When it comes to cuddling though, it’s typically not until he’s about to fall asleep that he lets you get close. Once you’re both asleep, you’ll have your face snuggly pressed to his chest with your arms wrapped around his slender waist. Your arms are usually wrapped under his hoodie, making it so there is at least a little bit of skin to skin contact. By the time you both wake up again, his hands are usually tangled around you with a leg thrown over you, keeping you in place against him. He’s super embarrassed when he wakes up, apologizing softly if he suffocated you.

Kocho Shinobu

Another one that isn’t really about cuddling. She needs to be in the mood for it, most of the time she likes her space. Her love language definitely isn’t touch, hence why she isn’t one to initiate these things and struggles to accept when you want to. You’re very mindful of her boundaries and never push her for physical contact unless she wants to. You’ll know she’s had a bad day when she requests you lay in bed or on the couch together and snuggle. You’ll always happily oblige when that happens. With that being said, Shinobu is always the little spoon, which is also her favorite way to cuddle when she wants to. She’ll happily fall asleep with her back pressed to your front, your arms snug around her midsection with your cheek pressed to the back of her head. She feels completely and utterly safe in your arms, since she doesn’t request this kind of thing super often it makes it all the more intimate

Rengoku Kyojuro

Cuddle monster in the cheesiest way possible. This man will never turn down your touch, he is the one to often crave and ask for it as well. The only problem being… Kyojuro is a human furnace. That man is radiating body heat regardless of the weather. While cuddling in the winter is absolutely a dream, cuddling in the summer is your worst nightmare. I’m talking you have the air conditioning set to max cool so the house is a freezer by the time you go to bed, cause if not you’ll be a puddle of sweat by the time morning rolls around. Kyojuro bear hugs, I’m talking suffocating with his arms and legs wrapped so tightly around you you can’t move even an inch. He tried his absolute hardest to give you space but one way or another you are waking up the next morning surrounded completely by Kyojuro. Like drool covering his t-shirt cause he held you so tight it was like a weighted blanket. Hear me out though, you wake up feeling rested as fuck.

Uzui Tengen

Horny bastard. You can’t cuddle with this man, 10/10 times it will end up with you getting fucked. He claims he can’t help it, your body pressed to his is just too much to bear. Tengen’s hands will always roam, not leaving any room for much else besides his growing… anyways. It doesn’t help that when he “cuddles” he’s usually in nothing but boxers or… nothing at all. He sleeps naked or with the least amount of clothes possible, a habit that you adapt to since you know his routine by now. After the fact though, Tengen’s aftercare is back to cuddling. Though I can’t promise lazy / sleepy sex won’t follow after the fact. This isn’t to say he doesn’t respect your boundaries though, if you don’t wanna cuddle or fuck he will happily give you space and let you be when it comes time for bed. But if you want one and not the other he’ll always oblige. His horny behavior doesn’t cloud his morals or respect for your boundaries

Kanroji Mitsuri

She’s a cuddle bug, again, in the cheesiest way. She has the softest, frilliest bedroom you’ve ever seen, decked out with all things fuzzy and warm and cute little fairy lights to set the mood. She’s all about cuddling, she loves being the big spoon, little spoon, the one on top, the one on the bottom, whatever you want she’ll do. Mitsuri uses cuddling as a form of bonding and as a stress reliever. That’s not to say she’s completely innocent though. Mitsuri can get pretty hot & bothered by wandering hands and physically being so close to you. she’s all about slow and lazy sex when cuddling, mostly because she’s getting just as tired as she is horny. Most of the time it’s just feeling each other up, letting the tension build before falling asleep in the other’s arms. Mitsuri definitely always has her room air conditioning on the highest setting but lowest temperature, all those fuzzy blankets and pillows really can get suffocating… never mind how close she is to you.

Iguro Obanai

He’s surprisingly open to cuddling when it comes to you. He’s more practical though, like big spoon / little spoon or your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you. He’s not one to have his legs and arms bear hugging you and suffocating you in your sleep. He loves the closeness but he’s not about the full on tangling. Cuddles = sleep therefore he’s not one to get super turned on by them. Like I said, he’s practical. Your bodies are close but not that close if you get what I mean. Though a problem may arise here and there if you’re the little spoon… if you get what I mean. Obanai is the type to dress for bed depending on the state of his room. If it’s hot out, he’ll have the air conditioning on but he’ll still be wearing his boxers and a t-shirt to bed. If it’s cold he’s in a hoodie and sweats and scarily enough… sometimes socks. He’s not one to sleep in just his briefs or naked unless he’s exhausted after your… physical activities

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Very hot and cold tbh. Sanemi is all about having his space in bed where he can sprawl out and still not even come close to touching you. But other times he’s all about having you pressed snuggly against him, arms and legs tangled together while you sleep peacefully. His mood depends on yours, if you want cuddles he’s hard pressed to deny you of them — what a softie. But if you want space, he never takes it to heart cause he gets it. Sanemi is always sleeping in just a pair of briefs, doesn’t matter the weather outside or the temperature in your room, briefs are the only way he’s sleeping. There are nights where cuddling gets him in the mood, it’s usually the only time he’s soft / lazy in bed. Hiking your thigh up so he can take care of the both of you. It almost feels like he’s rocking you to sleep. Sanemi won’t admit it but he likes being the small spoon sometimes, he’s super embarrassed if he wakes up that way though

Himejima Gyomei

Cuddling? No. Laying on top of him and using him as a bed instead of your actual mattress? Yes. Gyomei adores when you lay on top of him, he loves feeling you fully, from head to toe. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and hum softly because he knows your ear is pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Gyomei has a massive bed as well, since you love laying on top of him, he usually lays in the middle. Even if you fall off him during the night, you’ll land snuggly against either of his sides, a muscular arm hooking around your waist. He sleeps in shorts and a t-shirt, no clothes or just boxers are a very very rare occasion for him. Though he’s never opposed to feeling you skin to skin. Either way he’s all about you and your physical touch, it’s his biggest form of love. Being able to memorize everything about your body is easiest when he has you on top of him

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