Toby x reader with chronic pain. He'll carry you if you can't walk, lay you down in bed to rest, gently massage your body, do whatever you have no spoons for. His inability to feel pain and increased strength and stamina make him the perfect helper. He doesn't see you as an inconvenience, no matter how little spoons you have. You're his lover regardless, and he takes his job (helping and protecting you) very seriously.
Emo Jeff x scene reader. You two are polar opposites! He can't help but chuckle to himself each morning the two of you get ready together, your bright and colorful accessories and hair contrasting perfectly with his overly dark ones. They do say opposites attract for a reason.
Toby x reader with Tourette's Syndrome. Accidentally triggering each other's tics and laughing about it, because you both know you're laughing with each other rather than at each other.
Liu Woods x DID/OSDD system reader. Helping each other navigate amnesia, learning each other's triggers, recognizing who's front based on body language. Having someone else who understands.
HIHIHI! Can I request a Lloyd x fem cannibalistic reader a little inspired by the Harumi oneshot?
Also I hope you get better soon!!🫶🏾🫶🏾
ALL MY COMPLAINTS SHRINK TO NOTHING.
lloyd garmadon x cannibal f!reader.
hiiii !! thank you anon 😭😭 summer is always just rough for no reason. also been kinda a shit year lol, but im sure i'll start feeling betrer once the leaves start falling ... i yearn for autumn / Halloween the way one might yearn for a dead wife. 🫠
im also considering maybe releasing an entirely horror themed prompt list around late september && closing it by my birthday ( november 17 ) if anyones up for that ??? will likely be inspired by various horror / otherwise angsty medias, let me know if y'all are interested !!
anywho. coughs.
content warnings: cannibalism(obviously), blood, mentions of violence, suicidal ideation, religious themes. proceed with caution, prioritize your well being and please dont read this if dark themes are something you are sensitive to.
Being with him felt like finally finding religion.
You'd once before refused to believe in anything divine, because if some greater power existed, why had no one saved you?
You were lost, aimlessly wandering, an empty husk of a person. You would've remained that way until you inevitably died ... until you met him.
He was everything pure, holy, precious ... you could go on and on about how perfect he was, if only you had all the time in the world.
You were starving. He was your salvation, and who would he have been to refuse you?
After all, no matter how badly he wanted you to take him out and devour him whole, his skin would always somehow mend itself. He couldn't die, he could only continue suffering for as long as he lived, which meant you would die first.
He wouldn't know how to live without the high you gave him.
Like a tentative fox would pick apart a dead bird, you sat before him, teeth finding its way through flesh and blood from his leg. He grit his own teeth in agony.
You were hurting him, that much was true. And if he were anyone else, you could've killed him. He would let you.
Inflicting harm on one another was just something that lovers did to one another, wasn't it? Hadn't Garmadon caused Misako pain? Still, they were both divine and free.
He wanted to cry out from the pain, but he didn't. Instead, as though you were an animal, he ran his fingers through your hair, smiling down at you. You were still eating.
How hungry could a person be?
"Good girl..."
He muttered, although he was sure you weren't hearing him. It was all he could do. He would look forward to doing all of this again the next day.
Caine learning floriography so whenever you two enter a "bonus adventure", Caine's version of a date, he'll give you a bouquet of flowers that quite literally screams "I love you".
Caine purposely making the portal to the circus slightly high off the ground so whenever you come back from an adventure; Caine is right next to the portal to hold your hand so "you wouldn't trip". Although it's more of an excuse to hold you.