#Best Natural Sleeping Tablets

[vougewellness]

Natural Sleeping Tablets: A Comprehensive Guide

Sleep is a vital component of our overall health, yet millions of people worldwide struggle with sleep-related issues. Insomnia, difficulty falling asleep, and maintaining sleep are common problems affecting daily life, productivity, and well-being. While pharmaceutical solutions are available, many individuals are turning to natural sleeping tablets as a more holistic and less habit-forming alternative. These tablets often include herbal extracts, amino acids, and other natural substances known to promote better sleep.

In this article, we’ll explore what natural sleeping tablets are, how they work, their common ingredients, and why they are becoming increasingly popular.

What Are Natural Sleeping Tablets?

Natural sleeping tablets are supplements that use organic ingredients to help people achieve restful sleep without the need for synthetic drugs. They usually incorporate a blend of herbs, minerals, and amino acids designed to promote relaxation, alleviate stress, and encourage a more balanced sleep cycle.

The primary goal of these tablets is to improve sleep quality by calming the mind and body in a way that supports the natural sleep-wake cycle. Unlike prescription sleep medications, which can lead to dependency or side effects, natural sleeping aids aim to restore the body’s ability to sleep naturally over time.

Common Ingredients in Natural Sleeping Tablets

Most natural sleeping tablets share a combination of key ingredients that have been studied for their efficacy in improving sleep. Some of the most common include:

Melatonin: A hormone naturally produced in the brain, melatonin helps regulate the body’s internal clock. When taken in supplement form, melatonin can help reset sleep patterns, making it ideal for those with jet lag or irregular sleep schedules.

Valerian Root: Valerian is an herb that has been used for centuries to treat sleep disorders and anxiety. It works by increasing the levels of GABA (gamma-aminobutyric acid) in the brain, a neurotransmitter that helps induce relaxation and sleep.

Magnesium: This essential mineral plays a role in many biochemical reactions in the body, including those that regulate sleep. Magnesium helps maintain healthy levels of GABA, encouraging relaxation.

Passionflower: Another traditional remedy, passionflower helps to reduce anxiety and insomnia. Its calming properties make it a popular ingredient in sleep aids.

Chamomile: Known for its soothing effects, chamomile is often consumed as tea before bedtime, but it is also found in many natural sleep tablets for its mild sedative qualities.

L-Theanine: An amino acid found in tea leaves, L-theanine promotes relaxation without causing drowsiness, helping users to unwind in preparation for sleep.

Lavender: The calming effects of lavender are widely recognized in aromatherapy, and it is also used in sleep supplements to help reduce stress and encourage a peaceful night's sleep.

Benefits of Natural Sleeping Tablets

Non-Habit Forming: Unlike prescription sleep medications, which can cause dependency, natural sleeping tablets are generally non-addictive, making them a safer long-term solution for those with chronic sleep issues.

Fewer Side Effects: Prescription sleep medications often come with a host of side effects, including grogginess, dizziness, and memory issues. Natural sleep aids, however, tend to have fewer and milder side effects, if any.

Holistic Approach: Natural sleeping tablets often include ingredients that not only target sleep but also promote overall relaxation and stress relief, addressing some of the root causes of sleep disturbances.

Improves Sleep Quality: Many users report not only falling asleep faster but also enjoying deeper, more restorative sleep. Improved sleep quality has numerous health benefits, from better cognitive function to a stronger immune system.

Why Are Natural Sleeping Tablets So Popular?

As people become more aware of the potential side effects and risks associated with traditional medications, many are opting for natural alternatives that offer a gentler approach to solving sleep problems. Additionally, the rise of holistic and wellness-focused lifestyles has led to an increased interest in natural remedies that fit into a more balanced and health-conscious routine.

The convenience of natural sleeping tablets—many of which are available over the counter—also adds to their appeal. Without the need for a prescription, individuals can easily find a product that suits their specific sleep needs.

Conclusion

Natural sleeping tablets offer a compelling alternative to conventional sleep medications, combining the benefits of nature’s most soothing ingredients. By promoting relaxation and improving sleep quality, these supplements can help those who struggle with insomnia or restlessness find relief. However, it’s essential to consult a healthcare provider before starting any new supplement regimen, particularly if you are taking other medications or have underlying health conditions.

If you are seeking a more natural, non-addictive solution for your sleep issues, natural sleeping tablets may provide the gentle and effective relief you need. With the right ingredients and proper use, these supplements can be an integral part of a healthy sleep routine, leading to better rest and improved well-being.

[angelofthenight01]

The witch's secret

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

genre: fluff  ||     warnings: none

Summary: You're best friends with Pietro and Wanda is avoiding you as much as possible.  Little do you know that the reason is that the witch is falling in love with you.

The stale, recycled air of the Avengers training room hits you like a damp rag as you step inside. You wipe the sweat from your brow with the corner of your shirt, already feeling the familiar ache in your muscles. It’s been a long morning, dodging energy blasts and deflecting vibranium projectiles, all courtesy of your best friend, Pietro. He’s leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he examines his nails like some haughty prince.

"Took you long enough," he crows, pushing himself off the wall and stretching his arms high above his head. "I was starting to think you’d finally given up on keeping up with my god-like speed."

You roll your eyes, already used to his theatrics. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Quicksilver. Some of us need sleep." You grab your water bottle, taking a long swig. You’ve known Pietro since… well, since forever. You met at one of those weird, half-way houses run by the government when you were kids. You’d bonded over shared experiences and the inability to understand why everyone was so obsessed with being “normal”. You’d been inseparable ever since. And, naturally, that meant you’d gotten to know his twin sister, Wanda, very well too.

She’s… different. A chaotic storm wrapped up in a quiet demeanor. She’s a puzzle you’d gladly spend a lifetime trying to solve. However, lately, solving her has been like trying to catch smoke with a butterfly net. She’s been avoiding you, and not in a mild, subtle way. This is avoidance of Olympic proportions. If you’re in the kitchen, she’s suddenly urgently needed in the library. If you’re on the training floor, she’s busy meditating on the roof. It’s as if you’ve suddenly become radioactive.

"So," Pietro says, breaking your thoughts. “What’s the workout for today, oh, mighty planner of our pain?”

You shrug, pulling out the tablet and swiping the screen. "I was thinking a bit of hand-to-hand, maybe some sparring. What do you think?"

"As long as it involves me winning spectacularly, I'm in." He flashes that trademark grin, and you can’t help but chuckle.

You spend the next hour getting pummeled by Pietro’s ridiculous speed and impressive strength - but you also get some good hits yourself. You know, he may be fast, but you have been learning from the best. As you’re catching your breath, you hear a door open behind you, and your heart skips a beat, just like it always does.

It's not Wanda. It's Kate Bishop. She's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, and a look on her face that spells trouble. You like Kate, she’s funny, quick-witted, and a total bad-ass with a bow and arrow. She's also Wanda's best friend, which is why you’re sure she’s about to deliver some cryptic message or distraction.

"Hey, guys," she says, her tone a little too casual. "Wanda needs my help… with… uh… quantum physics equations."

Pietro raises an eyebrow. "Since when does Wanda dabble in theoretical physics?"

Kate's face is a picture of forced nonchalance. "Since… now? Yeah, she’s on a real quantum kick. Anyway, gotta go, quantum stuff, you know." With that, she’s gone, leaving you and Pietro alone again.

“Quantum physics,” Pietro says, shaking his head and chuckling. “That girl is so awkward. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s trying really hard to avoid you.”

You almost choke on your water. “Avoid me? Why would she avoid me?” you ask, trying to sound casual, as if you hadn’t noticed.

Pietro shrugs. “Beats me. Maybe you smell.” He wrinkles his nose dramatically, making you laugh.

The next few weeks continue in the same vein. Every time you try to talk to Wanda, she vanishes as if she's a figment of your imagination. You find yourself increasingly frustrated, not just because you have no idea what you did to annoy her, but because you really miss her company.

One afternoon, you’re attempting to meditate in the common room, hoping to find some inner peace when you hear footsteps. You open one eye to see Kate Bishop walking towards you, a determined set to her jaw. You see the mischievous glint in her eye, and brace yourself.

"Okay, look," she says, grabbing the cushion next to you and sinking down. "This whole thing has gone on long enough."

You raise an eyebrow, wondering if she’s finally about to let you in on what’s going on.

"Wanda likes you," Kate blurts out, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

Your eyes widen. "Likes me? Like… as in a friend?" you ask, even if you already know the answer.

Kate groans. "No, as in, she’s completely head-over-heels smitten with you. She’s been losing her mind about it ever since you saved her from that rampaging Ultron drone last year."

Your stomach does a backflip. “Wait, what? But why is she avoiding me?”

Kate sighs. "Because she's Wanda. She’s not good at this whole 'feeling' thing, especially when they're feelings of the lovesick variety. She's terrified you’ll find out, and then laugh at her or reject her, or whatever other dramatic scenario she's conjured up in her head. So, she decided the best course of action is to run away."

You shake your head, a smile playing at the corner of your mouth. "That's... incredibly Wanda." Something warm blooms in your chest, partly from the revelation, partly from the fact that, if Kate is to be believed, your feelings for Wanda are reciprocated.

"So, what now?" you ask.

Kate grins, that mischievous glint back in her eyes. "Now, we set a trap. She has got to face this. And maybe… she could actually go on a date or something? She’s been miserable, poor thing.”

The "trap," as it turns out, involves a suspiciously placed book in the library, a strategically timed fire alarm, and a very confused Pietro. You find yourself facing Wanda by the garden, which, somehow, you’d been guided to under the pretext of a "minor training accident".

She's standing by the rose bushes, her back to you, her shoulders tense.

"Wanda," you say softly, approaching cautiously.

She turns, and her eyes are wide. She’s beautiful. As always. And your heart is about to burst.

"I… I…" she stammers, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

You take a deep breath. "I know," you say.

Her brows furrow. "You know?"

"Yeah, Kate told me. About… everything."

Her cheeks flush a vibrant red. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I’m so embarrassing. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just… you're so… I…" She trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence.

You step closer, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Wanda," you say, your voice a low hum. "I'm not uncomfortable, I'm… I’m glad. Because… I feel the same way. I’ve been… completely, overwhelmingly, kind of in love with you since forever.”

Her eyes widen further, and a small, hopeful smile flickers across her face. "You… you do?"

You smile, nodding. “I do.”

The silence stretches between you, charged with an energy you both feel. You lean closer, and she does too, and then you’re kissing. Her lips are soft and sweet, and the world disappears around you. It’s perfect, and magical, and everything you’ve ever wanted.

As you pull away for air, you hear a snort behind you. You turn to see Pietro standing nearby, his face a mask of exaggerated disgust.

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy," he groans, putting a hand over his eyes. "I’m going to be sick. My best friend and my sister? It's disturbing, revolting, and completely not acceptable. I need to go drink something and forget I ever saw this.” He is clearly overdoing it, and you end up bursting into laughter, which is soon joined by Wanda's giggle.

You look at her, and your heart flips over again. This is it. This awkward, beautiful mess of a romance. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[mpreglover225]

[Newly Declassified Document from U.S. Army Medical Corps Archives, 1944 Subject: Medical Assessment Report — Pvt. Andrew “Drew” Matthews (Service No. 5XXXX) Date: May 10, 1944 Location: Field Hospital, Western Front

Background & Context

Private Andrew “Drew” Matthews, 18, is currently serving overseas under the U.S. Army. Initial enlistment was in late 1943. He has been under periodic medical review following the discovery of an unexpected pregnancy while stationed in-theater. According to the most recent examinations, Pvt. Matthews is now at approximately seven months gestation. This update provides a detailed assessment of his physical condition, with particular focus on rectal and hip adaptations pertinent to male pregnancy.

Current Medical Evaluation

General Physical Status

Vital Signs:

Blood Pressure: 115/76 (stable)

Pulse: 84 BPM (slightly elevated but within normal pregnancy parameters)

Respiration: 18 breaths per minute

Weight Gain: 18 pounds above initial enlistment baseline (notable increase from previous month, consistent with advancing gestation).

Gestational Progress

Estimated 28 weeks (7 months). The uterine and lower abdominal growth is consistent with typical third-trimester developments in male pregnancy.

Fetal heart tones remain strong on auscultation (~146 BPM). Fetal movements reported to be frequent, especially in the evenings.

Rectal Examination

Pvt. Matthews reports periodic pressure and heaviness in the rectal canal, especially when standing or marching for extended periods.

On gentle palpation, the rectum shows increased vascularity and mild swelling, which is not unusual in the late stages of male pregnancy. However, care must be taken to prevent or manage potential hemorrhoids, given added strain in this region.

The anal sphincter demonstrates normal tone, though Pvt. Matthews describes occasional episodes of discomfort—likely linked to fetal positioning and the downward pressure exerted by the growing child.

Hip and Pelvic Girdle Assessment

Complaints of hip soreness and lower back ache have intensified since last examination (one month prior). This is attributed to gradual pelvic widening and the shifting center of gravity.

Physical palpation indicates mild ligament laxity around the hip joints—a natural adaptation in male pregnancies as the body prepares for labor.

Pvt. Matthews experiences discomfort when required to traverse uneven terrain or stand in formation for extended durations. He reports temporary relief with short seated rests and mild stretches.

Nutritional and Environmental Factors

Wartime rationing complicates access to fresh produce, but additional calorie allowances have been arranged.

Daily supplements (when available) include powdered milk, iron tablets, and occasionally vitamin-fortified biscuits. Pvt. Matthews has been instructed to remain vigilant about hydration, as dehydration can exacerbate swelling and discomfort.

Duty Restrictions and Lifestyle

Currently assigned to administrative duties at a rear-echelon facility to minimize prolonged standing and heavy lifting.

Recommended low-impact movements: occasional short walks, gentle pelvic exercises, and if feasible, daily check-ins with medical staff for observation.

Sleep remains inconsistent due to frequent nighttime fetal activity and shared barracks noise, though Pvt. Matthews states he manages intermittent rest as best he can.

Psychological Outlook

Pvt. Matthews displays a mix of resolve and concern. He expresses worry about the stigma associated with his pregnancy and the uncertainty of how the child will be cared for if deployment conditions worsen.

Reports a sense of relief in having official medical oversight. Limited but consistent morale support from select squadmates and some discreet chaplain consultations appear beneficial.

Recommendations

Rectal & Hip Care

Moderate Rest: Schedule routine seated breaks to alleviate rectal pressure.

Support Garments: A supportive belt or band around the lower abdomen may reduce strain on hips and rectal canal.

Warm Compresses: Applied to the lower back and hips can mitigate soreness; for rectal discomfort, brief sitz baths or mild topical ointments (when resources permit).

Continued Nutritional Support

Maintain priority rations and supplements. Encourage iron- and protein-rich foods to prevent anemia and support fetal growth.

Ensure hydration, especially given increased metabolic demands at seven months.

Monitoring and Follow-Up

Regular monthly checks, or sooner if rectal swelling increases or if new symptoms arise (e.g., significant bleeding, severe pelvic pain).

Coordinate with field hospital staff to prepare for potential labor or complications, given the unusual deployment environment.

Emotional and Social Support

Where possible, arrange for discreet counseling. Encourage Pvt. Matthews to continue confiding in chaplain or trusted medical personnel, minimizing isolation.

If feasible, discuss postpartum logistics with commanding officers to ensure the newborn’s welfare and Pvt. Matthews’s postpartum recovery.

Conclusion

At seven months pregnant, Pvt. Matthews remains in stable condition with no immediate red flags detected aside from typical third-trimester challenges. Symptoms such as rectal heaviness, hip soreness, and general fatigue reflect the normal physiological adaptations of late-stage male pregnancy. Ongoing support, both medical and logistical, will be crucial to ensure a safe outcome for both father and child as wartime circumstances persist.

Signed,

Capt. Robert H. Nolan, M.D.

U.S. Army Medical Corps, Western Front

[inloveinsickness]

❝ 11:23PM ❞ — kageyama tobio

cw. gn!reader, soft bf kags, established relationship | wc: 446

rubbing your bleary eyes, you squint at the clock. shit, must’ve fallen asleep.

you pat the sheets on the other side of the bed only to find it empty. no sign of tobio.

throwing off the blanket and pushing yourself up, you shuffle into the living room to find your boyfriend hunched over on the couch. tablet propped up on the coffee table was playing the team’s performance during yesterday’s practice match.

you stood by the doorway watching him — he's focused but the bags under his eyes betray his facade.

practice has been running late with the new season coming up and tobio's gradually been coming home later in favour of more training. dinner as of the past week has been had alone, his portion packed in the fridge with containers labeled "for u ♡"

"tobi?" you quietly call out as you moved closer, trying not to startle him. glancing in your direction, his brows furrow but you know he means no malice, taking your cold hands in his, "hi baby, why aren't you in bed?"

sinking down on the couch, you rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and pulling you close. he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you melt into his embrace, mumbling, "i just woke up and you weren't there."

there's truth in your words and tobio knows this: sleep always comes more naturally when you're together — two lovers spooning, his chest flush against your back and legs tangled under the covers. he always has to be touching you in some way or another even in slumber, and it has now become something you can't live without.

he frowns apologetically with softened eyes, "i'm sorry, i'll turn in soon okay? just let me finish watching this part."

humming in agreement, you bring your intertwined hands up to your lips and leave soft pecks on the back of his.

nights like this aren't a first and definitely won't be the last, but you're happy just being in his presence. you just wish he takes better care of himself.

you very quickly start to drift off in his faithful hold, eyes fluttering shut as the warmth from his body envelopes you like a weighted blanket. you can't see tobio's expression but he's gazing down at you with such gentleness and awe in his eyes, like you're the best thing since sliced bread. better than his favourite yogurt drink.

he can't help but want to kiss you but is afraid of rousing you from your well deserved sleep and delayed slumber, totally his fault, instead settling with mumbling a soft "i love you."

notes. thank you for reading ★ it’s been a long while since i’ve written anything, i hope you enjoy this little piece of brain rot ( っ˶´ ˘ `)っ♡ (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Survival Kit

Bug-out Bag - a survival kit you pack if you need to shelter in place or flee your home at a moment’s notice.

In a natural disaster, you might not have time to prepare a backpack stocked with food and provisions, so a bug-out bag acts as an emergency kit filled with survival gear and other essential items to help you through a sudden and dangerous event.

Because of its contents, a bug-out bag is also known as a 72-hour bag, a go bag, or an emergency-preparedness kit.

Bug-out bags vary among survivalists, but in general, bug-out bags will carry key essential items such as a first aid kit, chargers, a water bottle, and a survival knife for protection in a wide range of emergency scenarios.

Tips for Making a Bug-out Bag

Bugging out during a survival situation or natural disaster can be made easier with these considerations in mind:

Weight: It’s best to assume that while backpacking or bugging out you will be carrying your bug-out bag. Just because you have a vehicle does not mean it will be usable; in an emergency, roads may be closed, storms may come, and gas stations may be inaccessible. You’ll want to know how much you can feasibly carry for a prolonged period in case you are on your feet. Bug-out bags can be anywhere from ten to forty pounds; consider your body weight and how much you can carry.

Waterproofing: Natural disasters can bring a significant amount of precipitation, so it’s essential to have a waterproof bug-out bag containing waterproofed items. Waterproof containers can store essential items that shouldn’t get wet, such as matches, important documents, and foods. Pack a poncho—they’re lightweight, easy to fold up, and can help keep you dry.

Compartmentalize: Stay organized. The last thing you want to do in an emergency is rifle through your bag looking for an item. Compartmentalize your bag, pack like items together, and place heavier items on the bottom so as not to squish more delicate ones. In your free time, practice packing and unpacking your bug-out bag to better know where essential items are stored.

Essential Items

You can stock your DIY bug-out bag with easy-to-assemble prepping items you might have around the house. Preparedness means planning, so keep these essential items in mind when creating your bug-out bag:

First aid kit: A first aid kit should be at the top of any bug-out bag checklist. The size, complexity, and weight of a first aid kit will vary depending on how much room you have and how much you’re willing to carry, but a simple first aid kit with bandaids, cotton balls, hand sanitizer, a tourniquet, sunscreen, and petroleum jelly will all prove helpful while bugging out.

Water bottle and filtration: Hydration is vital in survival situations. Pack a pre-filled canteen and supplement your bug-out bag with water purification tablets or a water filter in case you run out of water and need to drink from rainfall or running streams.

Chargers: You’ll want to have chargers at the ready to keep your cell phone charged during less certain times. Rechargeable batteries, hand crank generators, and solar chargers can also be helpful.

Sleeping bag: A sleeping bag may take up the most space, so planning how to store and package it while bugging out will be worth the time and investment. If you can spare the room, a sleeping pad and hammock that’s easily collapsible can improve sleeping conditions.

Ready-to-eat food: Food that has a long shelf life will be more practical while bugging out. You’ll want to go for hearty food that can fuel you, like protein and breakfast bars, nuts, jerky, pemmican, and peanut butter packets. Canned goods will also have a longer shelf life; just be sure to pack a can opener and utensils (such as a multi-purpose spork).

Toiletries: Toiletries are bug-out bag essentials. Pack a spare toothbrush, a small toothpaste bottle, soap, and toilet paper.

Cutting tools: In emergency situations, you may need a survival knife. A hatchet or machete can be particularly helpful in the woods.

Important documents: After fleeing your home, you might not have access to essential documents. Make photocopies of your and your loved ones’ driver’s licenses and identifications for your go bag, so you have those prepared should you need them.

Firestarter: Knowing how to start a fire is among the most crucial survival skills. Some tinder (light, dry sticks, and paper) can be wise to pack to more easily start a fire. If you are in the woods, you may be able to find some on your own. Fires will be good for warmth and cooking, and tinder can expedite the fire-starting process. A fire will also help you see at night, as will flashlights, a headlamp, and glow sticks.

Clothing: Clothing with long sleeves will keep you warm and will protect you from the sun, bugs, and poisonous plants. Bandanas will keep sweat contained. You may also want to pack a small sewing kit in your survival bag to mend clothing.

Survival tools: The best bug-out bags will also have a variety of other survival tools. Prep your home bag with essential items like a signal mirror, duct tape, pliers or a multi-tool, zip ties, a fishing kit, a paracord, and pepper spray for self defense.

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[imagineastrology]

we listen and we don’t judge: from the perspective of your mars sign

i'm here to call you out lovingly. no hard feelings ;) 🖤✨

mars in aries: i have spent considerable time and energy shouting ambiguous insults in public to strangers who walk slowly

mars in taurus: whilst staying over at someone’s house after their birthday party, in the middle of the night, i went downstairs and took a quarter of their birthday cake and quickly dipped out afterwards x

mars in gemini: breaking up with someone over text, after having a full-on argument with myself in our group-chat

mars in cancer: i think keeping my significant other’s hair and various pieces of their DNA in a sealed envelope under my bed is normal 

mars in leo: one afternoon in my local apple store, when my self-esteem was particularly low, i changed all the laptop and tablet wallpapers to a selfie of yours truly 

mars in virgo: the most malicious thing I have ever done is not speak to my co-worker for a week after they had 3 spelling mistakes in their email to me (and then felt extreme anxiety afterwards)

mars in libra: nobody trusts me as i am naturally inclined to agree to all sides of a story - you could it lack of passion (or identity)

mars in scorpio: going behind my ex-best friend’s back and sleeping with her partner after she 'insulted' me by calling me ‘soft’ 

mars in sagittarius: ghosting someone in the middle of our date because they were boring and didn’t have a master’s degree

mars in capricorn: in the past, i have made a spreadsheet of all the times my partner was late home from work in a year, then showed it to them during an argument. the part i am most ashamed of? using graphs to prove my point :(

mars in aquarius: my weakness is that i like sounding smart, so during a debate i have spoken about topics I don’t know much about - and then someone asks me more - and I am left embarrassed as I don’t what to say next

mars in pisces: i have created multiple sims households for my fictional and non-fictional crushes, and have planned out their lives in precise detail….i have yet to plan out my own life in precise detail

thank you for reading!! - Love Imogen :) x

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:08 pm]

(cw: a baby, parenthood, (gn!reader))

Fatherhood was something that dad!Doyoung never thought he could ever be ready for. He'd never been around babies! He didn't know how to change diapers. He didn't want to change diapers. He couldn't imagine going a day with a 3 hours of sleep. He couldn't imagine your usual calm home being filled with crying and the wailing of a baby. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be comfortable holding such a fragile little thing. It was overwhelming for him to say the very least. He felt as if he'd never be prepared.

But despite all his worrying and anxieties, he'd overcome all that. His and the baby's sleep schedule had slowly but surely started getting back to normal. As normal as it could get with a baby boy waking up at the ass crack of dawn to eat. The diapers also hadn't gotten easier, but Doyoung was more used to it now. He was used to holding the baby now, and he was a complete natural.

The only thing that had gotten better, and subsequently gotten worse after a few weeks, was the crying. There had been a few weeks of pure bliss. The crying was normal, the baby was hungry, needed a diaper change, or hungry. But then, god, god of course you both knew it was coming, but you had hoped it would take a few more months like your friends kids did. The teething.

There was not enough numbing gel, teething rings, teething toys, teething tablets, frozen wash cloths, or teething snacks to sooth your poor baby's sore gums. This was one of the things you'd failed to think about. For the people around you it happened around 8 or 9 months, your poor baby boy was 6 months, today.

You were having a small, intimate group of people over to celebrate your son's half birthday. Just some dinner and cake.

Doyoung was talking to Johnny with his son on his lap, bouncing his son on his knee when the very familiar whining and whimpers started. "Honey! The gel is wearing off!" Doyoung called out to you.

You dug around the freezer, "None of his toys are in here! Did you remember to put them in?"

Doyoung sighed, he had forgotten. He was so busy helping you set up while your son was down for his nap, he had forgotten. He knew he had forgotten something!

You sent him one of your well-known "what did I tell you?" looks and handed him the teething gel before going back to your conversation with his brother.

"Sorry, this will only take a second. Anyway, I was just saying how the book is really well written..." Doyoung continued his conversation with his pointer finger rubbing over the baby's gums.

Johnny stared at the baby with a humorous gaze. The baby hummed and gurgled happily as he held Doyoung's finger in his mouth and gnawed on it. Doyoung was hilariously unphased, forgoing his mission of applying the teething gel and just letting the baby chew on his finger.

"Anyway, I think you'd really like the book. Do you want to borrow it?" Doyoung asked with raised brows.

Johnny chuckled, "I'm sorry I wasn't listening. I was just watching little man go to town on your finger."

"This will hurt a lot more when his teeth are fully out, but they're just breaking through. I don't even mind it- but the drool. The drool is the real problem, I think. We have to change his bib at least 5 times a day," Doyoung explains while wiping up a string of baby saliva.

"You're a good dad, Doyoung," Johnny smiles, clapping Doyoung's shoulder.

You caress your son's wet cheek and kiss Doyoung's , "he's the best."

[moonstruckme]

Hey, so i get really bad migraines out of nowhere (sometimes i get them in my sleep) and i was wondering if you could write about james taking care of reader! who gets migraines? i really like your work and would love to read your take on this!

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: migraine

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 374 words

You try to sneak out of bed, but James’ arm tightens around your waist. When you persist, he grumbles. 

Just the short, muffled sound sends spikes of pain through your head. You wince. 

He feels it, rousing. “Wha’ is it?” 

Ice picks through your left eye. “James,” you beg at a whisper, so hushed you hope he’s even awake enough to hear you, “quiet, please.” 

“Hm? Oh.” James’ drops his voice, sounding more cognizant already. “Oh, sorry, lovie. Migraine?” 

You nod in the darkness, agonized. 

“You’re okay.” He goes in to kiss your cheek, then thinks the better of it, his lips barely ghosting your skin. “Stay here, I’ll get your pills.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur. James grasps your hand in reply, squeezing lightly as he climbs out of bed. 

You try not to listen to the sounds of him moving around the bathroom, try to relax the muscles in your face and neck despite their instinct to tighten for a threat that’s coming from inside you. James does his best to be quiet when he knows you have a migraine, but noise is in his nature. His progress is trumpeted by the opening and shutting of drawers, hushed cursing while he works against the childproofed pill bottle, the clacking of the tablets against each other as he shakes them out into his hand. By the time he makes it back to you, you’re lying prone with your hand cast over your eyes like an ailing gentlewoman in a Jane Austen novel. 

James touches your head lightly to signal for you to sit up. He’s silent as he passes you the pills and a cup of water, and you know it has to be difficult for him. James loves to fill silence. You can almost feel the questions and reassurances simmering on his tongue. You squeeze his wrist in thanks. 

He helps ease you back down onto your pillow with a hand on your shoulder, and then something heavy and cold is laying across your eyes. 

You sigh, the muscles in your brow relaxing instinctively at the feel of your cold mask. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Don’t mention it.” A pause. “Can I touch you?” 

“Mhm.” 

Warm lips press gently to your temple. “Feel better, darling.”

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule: Season 2 Prologue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: happy halloween! 🎃

Masterlist Epilogue

"You'll open your stitches, Yoongi-ah," Kim Seokjin noted with a monotonous tone, his eyes still trained on the tablet he was holding when he heard a rustling of the sheets, the first ever sign that the man was truly alive. The mafia prince that turned medical director was sitting comfortably, his long leg over the other as though he had gotten a good night's sleep since the mayhem that happened. It was the eighth day since Yoongi was in a coma, and similarly, it was the eighth day since you passed.

Since then, numerous things transpired- and they were all of violent nature. The five of them shed volume of blood, more so by the youngest of them. It was too bad for the traitors that Jeon Jungkook was frustrated because he almost found his wife. She was almost within his grasp when he was urgently needed back in Korea because unshockingly, one of their brothers was trying to kill the other. And well, the organization needed cleansing of traitors.

Additionally, it was worse for the traitors because the moment he returned was the moment he found his sunshine gone.

Yoongi was physically healing, as evidenced by his vitals that Seokjin was diligently monitoring. It was expected. Yoongi was not likened to a cat for nothing. They all physically saw him fall from the third floor, stood up, and brushed his hands as though it was nothing when they were younger. There was not even an ounce of doubt in their minds that he would wake up one of these days.

That was the thing, Yoongi was healing. But now, Seokjin wondered what would happen once he knew what happened to you. 

He didn't have to wait long.

"W-where is she?" Yoongi asked with apparent effort, his hand clutching his shoulder with a barely restrained pain flashing on his face. "I need to go to her. She must be so scared," He sat up and waited for Seokjin to say something, anything.

And he waited, and waited- yet, Kim Seokjin didn't answer him. He merely regarded him with a somber expression on him, a foreign look on his usual jovial face. Jin's jaw was clenched, and he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

Yoongi blinked, looking at the older man's eyes with quick realization. He couldn't have gotten any paler even if he wanted to, his eyes widened at what he already knew.

"No. Hyung, no. Fucking no," he shook his head, his movements quick as he pulled the dextrose harshly from his skin, blood now dripping on his hand. He stood up as he aimed for the door, every step he took was shaky, yet his determination to see you was strong. "Take me to her! Where is she!"

Jin tried as best as he could to contain the man, and that was how Kim Namjoon found them. He should have known, he was no match to a man who just lost the only person he ever loved. Namjoon immediately helped his hyung, securing Yoongi's other arm on his side. But the mafia leader was like a wounded animal, thrashing around as it tried to find reprieve. In this case, it was you who was his peace.

"Hyung, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself," Namjoon ordered as gently as he could, but it fell on deaf ears. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, his dark eyes filled with panic and unshed tears. He thought that maybe Namjoon would take him to you.

You were just hurt, right? You were just resting that was why his hyung couldn’t take him to you…right? You were somewhere here. He just needed to ask more, to impose more, and if needed, he just had to scream louder for you and you would come to him…right?

You were alive, right?!

"Namjoon-ah, where is my angel, hmm? Take me to her!" his voice were shaking as he fisted his hands on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to get the taller man to look at him, to listen to him. He was close to pleading, and he wasn’t above it.

Why were they quiet?

Why were they looking at him as though they pity him?

He wasn’t pitiful, he thought. He had you.

The two men shared a downcasted look. Both men didn't know how to tell him that you didn't survive, that not even your remains survived. But they had to.

"She didn't...survive."

Yoongi blinked, and the two of them were quiet as they waited with bated breath for his reaction. Yet, Yoongi just straightened up while chuckling. “Stop lying, Namjoon.”

“He’s not lying,” Jin stated before showing you the necklace he kept in his pocket…your necklace. “This was the only thing left in the scene. You’re the Chief of Police. You know what this means, Yoongi-ah.”

Yoongi smirked before marching to the door. “T-that’s not hers.”

“Hyung, where are you going?”

“To find her. She’s not dead. She’s not gone. S-She promised me she would never leave me. She never breaks her p-promise,” he struggled to say each word as his body had not yet fully recovered. His determination was commendable, but seeing him reduced to denying your death broke what was left of the brothers’ hearts. “Angel needs m-me. I cannot fail her. N-not this time.”

Yoongi’s body swayed to the side, yet he remained steadfast, walking to where he thought you were. And if he needed to crawl, then he would. If he needed to kneel just to see you, then he would be down on his fucking knees, begging for your forgiveness.

His body failed him the moment he opened the door, his barely-recovered form crashing on the ground that Jin had no choice but to contain the thrashing man the best way he could. With a small prick on his neck, Min Yoongi lost consciousness.

The last thing he called for was you.

Even in his dreams, you never came.

Chapter I

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part eight

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 4k (4016)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part nine!

You stood still while the stylist took your measurements, occasionally jotting them down in a notebook. Another woman helped you hold your arms out and yet another, sitting further to the side, selected on the tablet the colors that looked best on you. A little shiver often ran down your spine, but it was one of pure emotion: after weeks and weeks of stopping, being about to return to the catwalk seemed more beautiful than a miracle

The agency, which you had discovered was called TraumLaufsteg, was a medium fashion agency that wasn't very famous in Germany, but had all the credentials to become one. The staff had welcomed you very well, and not even after half an hour of conversation, you were already predestined for the fashion show that would take place in a few days to open the new fashion season. From spending every day at home, you now often came back late, if not later than Michael, who was always busy with his training until late at night. It was a newfound pace of life, tiring for sure, but one you had been used to for several years. Exhausting, but glorious. And then, Michael made the difference: in the silence of your apartment, in the dark of curious eyes, your love was growing day after day

In the morning you woke up in the same bed, you had breakfast together or one of you made it for the other if he or you had to leave the house early, you were busy all day and in the evening, now tired, you had dinner together on the sofa and then went to sleep together again. It was a cycle that had accustomed you right away, that had not caused you a bit of discomfort at the beginning as had happened to you in the early days of your cohabitation with Gabriel. Everything with Michael came out so frighteningly naturally, and you loved it, maybe more than you loved him

The media suspected you were making a comeback on the catwalk, by now all the social networks knew that you often entered the headquarters of TraumLaufsteg. It was obvious, but the world was waiting for you, and you would repay them. They also knew that you now lived in Germany, but you had kept the fact that you lived in Kaiser's house a secret. Everything was returning to your beloved rhythm; everything was returning to normality leaving aside the sadness that had accompanied you for so long

You were seriously starting to live again

"From the selection I made, we could go for something in silver and purple. Maybe we could also dare with black" says the woman with the tablet, approaching. You nod, still standing still "I've already walked the runway with these colors, especially purple" you say, and the woman nods "I noticed, I also analyzed some of your old shows. We already have some pieces that we can let you try on, so we can already start with a base" says the woman, and you smile at her "I get it. Allright"

"Kristal, when you're done here, get the clothes in dressing room 27. We can let her try them right now" the woman says, and immediately one of the women gets up and disappears from the room, returning a few minutes later with something to try. The dress she is holding is long and dark purple in color, and is made of a shiny material that looks like velvet. The dress has a low neckline that is decorated with rhinestones and stones, that form an elaborate design that resembles a flower. The top of the dress is tight and features a v-neckline at the back. The bottom of the dress is a mermaid, with a skirt that falls tight to the knees before expanding into a wide train, and the sleeves are long and tight. You stare enchanted at the dress, which as soon as you try it on is immediately named as yours

“It’s really beautiful” you say excitedly, looking at yourself in the mirror as the women nod in satisfaction “It seems made just for you. Our stylist will be thrilled to know you’re wearing her favorite" says the woman who seems to be called Kristal. You give her a kind smile and you feel the same emotion for your very first fashion show, which happened several years ago now

"What do you think of the one the assistant drew?" one woman says, and after a few seconds of silence the other nods, sending her to another dressing room. The girl returns with something: a silver dress, off the shoulder, in satin with a thigh high slit; it features a draped bodice and a fitted waistline that flows into a flowing skirt. It looks good on you, but not as good as the purple one. Women seem to notice and add a few notes on the tablet and notebook "Let's try the black one"

Kristal returns with a black velvet dress with gold chains; is sleeveless and has a halter neck. The chains are attached to the dress at the shoulders and waist; is fitted at the bodice and flares out at the bottom. This is definitely better than the other

"You'll scare even our models already in the agency, trust me Y/n. You're already ahead of the game, and you will shine"

"If you order that shit again I swear I'll take all my stuff and leave the house" you say, chewing in disgust the dinner that Michael ordered this time. He laughs, nudging you as he takes another helping of his food "Stop it. It's not that bad" he says, but you would have every right to tell him that it is absolutely shit "I don't even know what's in it and I don't even want to find out" you say "It's just vegetables and yogurt sauce" he says, and you remain impassive "You're not going to change my mind, Micheal Kaiser"

It's more than midnight, you've been home less than an hour and Kaiser just twenty minutes ago. The agency kept you much longer than expected and he had something with Bastard Munchen. Sitting on the couch, next to each other, snug as mussels, you have dinner as you've become accustomed to: couch, TV turned on to the match replay channel and fairly unpleasant food. It's become a habit to be like this by now, completely messing up meal times; but only in the evening is the time when you can be completely close. And then you don't mind having Michael's arm around your shoulders, to keep you closer to him

"Today was the dress fitting, they gave me a really nice one. They say it could be one of the best catwalk comebacks in recent years" you say, lazily watching the television, which is showing the replay of a match that Michael played a few months ago. Ness appears on the screen, easily passing the opponents of the Colombian team

"Nothing I didn't expect" he says after swallowing the food "I was wondering something on the way home" he says. Benedict, a teammate, takes the ball after Ness's pass, dribbling past a boy who's taller than a two legged bear

"Like?" you ask turning towards him

"Usually when they offer us players a collaboration they give us all the information about the agency, whether it's fashion or some bullshit like that. They force us to read contracts hundreds of meters long just to get us to sign a stupid signature" he says, and you nod "Well, they give us a lot of information. But from what you've been telling me from the beginning, it seems to me that this agency hasn't given you much more information besides some that you asked for. It seems strange to me, that's all"

You think about his words. In reality he is not entirely wrong, taking away some information that you had, you were not told much. You do not deny that you had had a lot of other proposals from other agencies, but you had chosen this one because it seemed interesting to you. You had searched on the Internet, and beyond some basic information on their site or some other review, there was nothing else. The founder was unknown, you only knew that he was someone extremely rich who was more important in the world of photography than fashion. You had signed a contract with them pretty much the same day, but now because of this thing Kaiser had told you, you were thinking that accepting pretty much right away wasn't the best idea

You also had to admit that the only agency you had worked for was Gabriel's, which had practically always made you the best. You were inexperienced in this field.

"I hadn't thought about it, I have to be honest. But I think they did because they're not a very well known agency, and they probably don't know how contracts and everything work. I talked to a few other models and now that I think about it they seemed a bit perplexed" you say thinking

"So how long have you been working for the agency?" you ask, sipping a coffee that they just brought you "Oh! At least three years, or something like that" says the woman, who you've discovered is a little younger than you and on hers first catwalks "I'm glad! They all seem very welcoming, or at least at the beginning" you say, playing it down, and the girl laughs but you see her a little perplexed "Did I say something wrong?" you say, and he shakes her hands "No, no absolutely! I was just thinking... well, I can't complain about the staff, not even the photographers actually. But they're quite stupid, if I may say so, in their contracts or in their management" says the woman, and you find yourself a little surprised by her words "Like?" you ask "Oh, well... I was listed as their model but the contract had expired at least a year ago. Which I didn't know, let's be specific! I had to find out because of a coincidence... let's say they're not very precise about this, y'know" she says, and you nod "Did you have any problems too?" she asks, but you shake your head "Oh, no. Actually none. Or at least for the moment..." you say thinking about it "Yeah, maybe it was just my coincidence" she says sipping her drink

"But I think I'm safe. They're treating me like a precious jewel and at the same time I'm not afraid to pay a lawyer in case something happens" you say, and Micheal chuckles slightly at your words "I understand. Do as you wish. I'm just telling you to be careful, because I don't have a good feeling" he says, and you huff and rest your head on his shoulder "Less worries and more nice food" you say, and this time you're the one laughing because of Micheal's annoyed face

“Anyway, I was wondering…” you say, after a bit of silence. The TV was turned off a while ago, after the replay of Kaiser’s goal in the old game. The food boxes are now scattered on the coffee table, promising you that you’ll throw them in the trash before going to bed “Hmm?” he murmurs, stopping to run his hand up and down your back, while you’re lying on top of him “I didn’t tell you to stop. I was saying… the fashion show is coming up soon, right?” you say, and he nods "Less than a week. Or something like that" he says, and it's you this time who nods "Yes. The night of your game" you say "I already told you I'll be there. It doesn't take me that long to shower and come over to wherever you are" he says, huffing but affectionately "I know. But at the same time I don't want you to have to rush for a simple fashion show. You can just come backstage after I'm done" you say, and he shakes his head "It's your moment, a moment that you deserve by the way. How can I not be when I know my girl is going to shine?" he says

Even after all the kisses and nights spent together, this name still has a certain effect on you. He's used it a lot since you've been together, and every time it seems to strike a chord in you that sounds so loving for the boy called 'the emperor'. You smile almost spontaneously, tilting your head so that it ends up against his arm. Being loved again is so damn good that sometimes you wonder if you were seriously so stupid as not to notice Kaiser when you were comparing him to Gabriel

You were hating the cover, which you knew would last a long time, but you knew it was the best decision, although at the same time you knew how Micheal was ready to break it any time you wanted. It's just that now, with all the love you have, you feel like you don't deserve it because you're not used to it. You're not used to good morning kisses, hugs when you get home, caresses while you're doing something else. You're used to sharp jokes when you've done something slightly wrong, you're used to moments of silence when you have no desire other than to talk, you're used to an empty house for days on end without anyone bothering to come. You weren't used to all those little attentions that Gabriel had given you only at the beginning of the relationship, and that he did every now and then to keep you tied to his finger. You're used to your ex, and not to the wonderful boyfriend you now have and who you knew would always treat you well, in friendship and in a possible love. The difference is that now this boy was the same one who was kissing you. You didn't even know when he started, but it must have been a few seconds ago because his lips were still a tad cold. You kissed him back, resting your hand against his cheek as he continued to move his hand up and down your back, sending many small, beautiful shivers down your spine. You smile through the kiss, and when he pulls away a few millimeters it's only to come back rougher, but not before whispering something to you "You have no idea how much I just want to see you shine from now on. Act and live like the empress you are"

You were really fucked up. And you loved it.

The floral and sugary smell that could be felt in the room was gradually becoming stronger and more present. They were spraying it on the models, on their clothes, on their bags and on their accessories. Everything was now at the end and soon the most beautiful and absurd chaos ever would break out. For each model, and you could count at least 20, there were on average two or three assistants who fixed the make up or the dress. Instead, you had around you about ten assistants who for at least an hour did not let you take even a step forward. The purple dress was shining on you, and the makeup only made you more detailed according to Kristal. There were ten minutes left until the show started, and the thrills of emotion were getting stronger and stronger

You had announced on your social media account that you would be attending the show only yesterday afternoon. The media had exploded, literally exploded: the speculation of your return had just been verified as true, and the last spots of the show had already been booked by your fans. The organizers had even had to add another section of seats due to demand, and this was all because of you. Now it was just a matter of finishing the job, walking that damned catwalk and showing that you didn't give a shit about Gabriel anymore, that he had destroyed you but that you still had your life in your hands

"Two minutes, hurry up!" someone shouts, and the hands on you become even faster. You smile, because it's the only thing you know how to do, thinking that now you're really giving meaning to so many tears you've shed, that now you're really coming back, and that there's someone, an entire audience, waiting for you beyond this cloth. An audience in which you know there's also Michael, who after winning the match this afternoon has catapulted himself into the first row of seats, the closest to the catwalk and then to you

"One minute, get in line!" a woman shouts, and someone tells you how to move, putting you at the front of the line of people behind you, which now seems like at least 30. You nod at the assistants' last words of advice, which you don't really hear because you've been a professional for a few years and have learned them by heart: look straight ahead, take a firm step and the show goes on at all costs, literally all

The opening music starts. The cloth is hoisted above and a series of spotlights are projected towards you, who begins to walk straight towards the audience. The music chosen for you begins to reach your ears, and as soon as your figure is visible to the audience, the crowd erupts in a roar that you cannot describe. You smile determinedly, step controlled, emotions in order even if you literally want to scream with happiness. You are back, you are officially back on track

You walk, you show your dress, nothing you haven't done a million times, but this time it has a sweeter taste. The flashes of the photographers illuminate you, making the dark purple of the fabric respond. The crowd watches, tries to greet you, everyone at this moment has their eyes on you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, something they've never seen

"And after a break from the spotlight, the most anticipated return of the moment in the world of fashion: Y/n L/s, in a dress by German designer Ursula..." says the presenter, but you stop listening when, in the front row, you see Kaiser's face: he looks at you like the others, as if they had never seen a person like that, but with an affection that only you can understand. It's love, and you know it well. It's a reciprocated love, that you return with your eyes the moment you pass in front of him. You want to shine for everyone tonight, but most of all for yourself and for him, who gave you the push to start over

You walk until you reach the end of your shift, where you stop before the exit of the catwalk: you turn around and throw a flying kiss to the audience, who responds with such an energy that it makes you emotional, when you go back backstage. You return to the dark, and the moment of glory ends; the assistants and models still in line congratulate you, and you can only thank them gratefully. You shed a few tears, but they are of joy. You feel so damn alive right now

The show continues, the whole crowd appreciates every single dress, but especially yours. Almost an hour later you are back on the catwalk, along with all the other models after the final walk; you smile, there is someone crying but you don't blame them. You look at Michael for practically every second, and you really want to run and hug him, scream "see? I did it, I really did it!" but you know you have to wait a little longer before doing so

"...and after this speech, which I admit I made with my heart in my throat knowing the importance of this show, I would like to thank someone who is really important to me and for all the work that is behind all this" says the designer, after having concluded her speech. You look at her, curious about who she wants to name and of whom you know nothing. It is actually true, they have not yet given you the information you were talking about with Kaiser that evening

"I would like to ask the crowd to give a huge round of applause for Gabriel Dicardio!" says the woman

Gabriel. Gabriel Dicardio. Gabriel, your ex. The man who gave you the worst time of your life in the last few months and destroyed you. What the fuck is Gabriel doing here?. The boy steps onto the catwalk, waving to the crowd as he approaches the designer. They seem friendly with each other, as if they have known each other for years, so much so that he kisses her cheek as if nothing had happened: you don't remember him ever speaking to you about this woman during your relationship. You remain still, practically petrified. He knew you were here, he knew it perfectly from the beginning

"I think Ursula shouldn't thank me. The dresses are hers, great as always and each time they seem to be even more precise. Instead, I want to thank her for all her precision and the organizers of the fashion show, because they did a job without a single mistake. Being the second founder of the agency has always been close to my heart, because I know how much the fashion market here in Germany can still shine and bring great results" he says, and at the end of the sentence he turns to you, smiling at you. But you're not smiling anymore, you can't even breathe anymore since he's just a few meters away from you again

What does founder mean? Did he create this agency? Didn't he only have an Italian one?

"You shouldn't, Gabriel. In fact, it's me who's thanking you again. Rather, you know our tradition well... right? Come on, it should be even more pleasant than usual since she's there!" Ursula says laughing, and Gabriel nods "Definitely. Your tradition of always having the last photo with the guest of the evening taken with the main model of the evening... what a strange tradition, who knows who invented it" he says laughing, and your blood runs cold. You are the main model

You have to get closer to Gabriel again, and only now the feeling makes you want to throw up. Everyone pretends that there isn't a worldwide scandal going on between the two of you, as if he hadn't been throwing shit at you a few hours ago like he's been doing since this all started. You stand there, unable to move while the other models encourage you to keep going. You don't want to go on, you don't want to. You don't want to be even remotely in Gabriel's sphere of contact, to feel his hands on your body again. Petrified, you seek Kaiser's gaze, which shines with the same emotion as you: he is amazed, if not downright angry. He reflect yourself in his cerulean eyes, and you feel like you're about to have a panic attack if it's not already underway

The models push you towards Gabriel, who grabs you with one hand on your hip and the other in his pocket. The photographers start taking pictures of you together, even though you can't smile now, unlike him, who comes out perfect in the photos. A void forms inside you, eating you alive as you slowly disappear and the last part of your sanity goes away. Everyone laughs, jokes, lives. You are thinking about running away, about how disgusting his hands are on your skin and how the panic attack is becoming more and more present

"Smile. They're loving us" he whispers, while you don't even know how to move a simple arm because of the situation "Get ready, because the second act between us is about to begin"

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[adviceformefromme]

💖 NUTRITION & WELLBEING EDITION - 10 WEEKS UNTIL 2025 - GLOW UP SERIES [WEEK 10] - 💖

So we’re 10 weeks till 2025, the new year is fast approaching, your energy levels are in the gutter and despite mentally wanting to change your life there’s just something keeping you stuck. You wake up and it’s the same story different day, tired, hungry, moody as hell.

While you might mentally want to change your life, your body needs to be on board and to do that it’s gona need the right foods, drinks and nutrients to have you functioning at your optimal level. Taking drastic action when it comes to changing your diet is how you’re going to see drastic results in your energy levels, productivity and overall wellbeing… 

The foundations: 

🛌 SLEEP: All those late night movies before bed, Netflix and chill, love-is-blind binging needs to stop immediately. You need a set bed time and you need to be consistent. Waking up and going to sleep at the exact same time every single day. I recommend 10pm - 6am or somewhere around there. 

🥱 Sleep with your mouth closed. Use mouth strips from amazon if you dribble, snore, or struggle to sleep properly - breathing through your mouth is most likely the culprit. It’s not natural and disturbs natures rhythm which is breathing through your nose. Mouth strips have been a game changer for me, and highly recommended. 

🚫 No screen before bed. This is obvious but those doom scrolling morning and nights are over. Switch it off, read a book, pray, meditate, do what you need to. This is about resting your body before bed so you can sleep well and function at your best the next day. 

Sleep supplements: Magnesium oil spray or tablets before bed 

🍴 FOODS & DRINKS: 2 litres water MINIMUM per day. Absolutely no alcohol for the next 10 weeks. Strict diet of vegetables, fruits, protein and healthy fats, high quality meats and fish. More herbs into your food. Seeds, whole grains such as Chia, Flaxseed, Pumpkin seed, Bulgar wheat. More pre-and-probiotics. Sprouted veggies. Snack on nuts. No sweets, no cakes, no carbs. No bread, no pasta, no rice, no gluten. No nothing that is not a whole food, or from the earth. You are your own doctor when it comes to food, so you will know what is best for you. Above is the closest diet to nature and has changed my life. Eating vegetables in season. Removing western foods, removing vegetable oil, only drinking structured water, herb teas, and freshly pressed veg juices. Changing your diet might mean you stop eating out, you cut the takeouts, you spend your evenings researching meal preps for Keto, or healthy diet. Your life will completely change when you start feeding your body ALIVE foods, instead of nutrient deficient, processed food that keeps you craving more. Yes you are going against the grain. You will be the minority, but what are the alternatives? Stay binging? Stay eating crap? Stay feeling crap? 

Supplements: 

Chronium, Berberine for support with blood sugar 

D3 + K2, B12, Vitamin C 1000mg, Turmeric, Probiotics, 

DIM, Milk Thistle, Selenium, Iodine Drops, Omega 3, Mega GLA for women’s health.

Other: 

Get full blood panel done to see any deficiencies 

Invest in a continuous glucose monitor from Amazon - see how your body is responding to foods you are eating in real time. 

🏃🏽‍♀️EXERCISE: There is no way around this. You need to do some fucking exercise. Even if you start with 10k steps per day. Just do it. Once you’ve switched up your diet you absolutely WILL have more energy. Join a gym, set the intention, put reminders on your phone affirming you ARE someone whoo does exercise and works out. Leave your gym clothes out before bed. Set yourself up to win. Find a friend or someone to work out with. Look on YouTube for a workout if the gym is not possible. Just try your best. This is a mind over matter. ~You got this. 

🧘🏽‍♀️ Finally…STRESS FREE LIVING…

You can eat all the healthy foods, do your 10k steps but if you are involved in a stressful life, those stress hormones are going to come and f**k shit up. You have to remove stress where possible. This is the NUMBER one health destroyer. Stress literally makes is ill. It depletes your energy, exhausts you, and keeps you in survival - not much different to the animals living in the wild. Your life can be so stress free once you realise you are actually in control of a lot more than you realise. Blocking HIM. Saying no to hanging out with HER. Hanging up the phone. Removing yourself from the drama. Quitting your job. Changing your course. Deleting social media. Switching off the news permanently. Distancing yourself. There is SO much you can do to remove stress. But it’s completely on you. You have to take control if you are serious about changing your life. 

That’s all for this week! Next week more advice on your pre-2025 glow-up.

[nico-esoterica]

You wanted to feel better so I made this for you ❤️‍🩹🩺❇️

From a mental health and survival pov, the best thing you can ever do is to say things are working in your favor or will.

You don't have to adopt any manifestation trend or technique which stresses you out or doesn't feel good. You don't have to do anything than change your perspective of what's happening around you.

Even if it's utter shit--You need to see them as changing. Even if one small thing wasn't as bad as yesterday or you at least woke up--that's something. You can have the worst week or month in the world but as long as you don't think against yourself, it's going to work out somehow. You don't need to be endlessly confident or positive. You just need to decide mentally that you're getting what you want no matter what. All hell can break loose and things can look devastating--but as long as you hold onto that, you WILL see your circumstances shift.

Take everything as a sign that things are getting better or are. Tenses don't matter.

Because we're not always feeling it. Many of us are neurodivergent and manifesting better living situations operating on zero sleep, food, stamina, and support. So holding onto faith sounds insane. However, if you've gone your entire life with that mindset, even if things got better yet you clung to negativity anyway, what have you got to lose? You've been betting against yourself your whole life. But that isn't your fault. No one believed in you or cared so you learned that faith wouldn't help you. We want to change things now. That's not always easy initially and may take a bit of time to accept. But as long as you don't commit to it not getting better, then it will. It already is.

Gratitude comes in great here. We can get so wrapped up in making things happen that we lose sight of the few good things that are working for us. That's an abundant mindset. That's being prosperous. You can still feel like you've got something going for you even when everything feels like it's going wrong. That perspective shift is going to give you a twinge of a good feeling once you cry it out, I promise. Breathe deeply through out the day and regulate your nervous system in the ways that feel natural and comfortable to you. You can acknowledge your emotions and observe your circumstances and get frustrated, depressed, etc, but still say, 'fuck it, we ball.'

Because there's a humor in it. Nothing can destroy you without your consent. And our circumstances look terrible but don't have to be. Buy that thing that's slightly over your budget. Cook yourself something small and nice that reminds you of the food you liked as a child, including nuggets. Eat cake and candy for breakfast while crying. Watch some cute animals like Moo Deng on video. I recommend creating a digital care package for your bad days and moments..even if they're constant. Make a folder on your phone, comp, tablet, etc, of everything that makes you genuinely happy. When things get dark or uncertain, I want you to look at that and feel everything you need to feel and let those emotions pass. We're strong but we're sensitive little creatures and taking care of ourselves should take the utmost priority.

As long as you don't change your mind, it's gonna have to come regardless. When you have that as a foundation, everything else just feels like a side quest/side plot that you'll feel more neutral towards. Circumstances won't seem so threatening. That perspective shift goes a long way and it helps your mental health like a cushion. Then that's when flickers of optimism spark and positivity will run like a current beneath everything. You don't have to be in a good mood or have a good day to manifest what you want. You just have to decide that you'll get it.

You will :)

[sopiao]

König and Ghost fight (kinda) for reader’s attention. Both wanting to listen to music with you. But it fails. (:3_/ )\_

( ^^^ can’t tell if you can see but it’s a little guy laying down :))

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’ :D)

Cellphones, tablets, iPods. Anything that’s a cellular or digital device is prohibited from being brought into any military base. For precautions, maybe information can be slipped or recorded, so naturally there will be rules. But somehow, Captain Price has persuaded and assured that Shark is a good soldier, one of his best and won’t leak or record information. Plus you don’t even care about all that.

So you got to have a cassette player, but only could bring a total of 2 cassette players. So they had to think long and hard of what they could bring, what they would listen to on their free time, training, and on missions, occasionally.

Shark settled on one tape of relaxing noises to help you sleep at night, a mix of soft rain and thunder, 6hz theta waves, and fire cracking. The other tape is more upbeat and energizing music. Rammstein, Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Godsmack, and Limp Bizkit.

(If you don’t like or listen to any of them, just ignore this and replace it with your music taste ;3)

—

Currently, the group were driving back from a isolated town, back to a safe house where they’ll be picked up and back to base. To rest and recover to get ready for the next mission. Soap was laid out on the farthest back seat, snoozing away, snoring every so often.

Price and Gaz were in the front, Price drove while Gaz talked to him to try and keep him focused and awake since it has been a long long night for the team.

Shark was stuck in between Ghost and König. Even though the vehicle was a good size, not too small, it still felt like the three were in a cramped closet. While Soap got a whole row to himself. If only you were fast enough to shotgun. Ghost kept unconsciously man-spreading, pushing your thighs to press up against König’s.

The tall Austrian looked down and saw the small metal box being fidgeted with in your hands. He decided that this would be a good bonding moment, very small and subtle but still intimate in a way.

“Could I listen with you?” König had his hand out, slightly nervous that you’d reject him. But he was a little more comfortable with you than the others since he’s closest with you most.

You were a little self conscious with your music taste. Your parents didn’t really like your taste in songs so you thought that he wouldn’t too. But you still handed him the black wired ear bud.

König had to slouch down a little so the wire wouldn’t stretch or get pulled out. He wasn’t very surprised when he started to get familiar with your music taste. It was very much like you and your music taste.

Ghost had been listening in on the two’s conversation, somewhat conversation, resting his head on the glass beside him, staring off into the forest. Internally cursing at himself that he hadn’t asked Shark that sooner, he always saw them listening to it but never thought to ask to listen with them.

It irked him a little, his eyebrow twitching when he looked over and saw you and König so close, while innocently listening to music.

“You listen to Rammstein?” He asked excitedly when he heard the opening of ‘Mein Teil’ buzz through the earbud. Happy that he found another common interest between the two. He really didn’t expect you to listen to them since their in German and not the most popular.

Ghost continued to listen in on their conversation, pretending that he’s zoned out or possibly snoozing away like the sleepy soldier in the back. Rolling his eyes whenever König spoke.

“Could I- uh.. Rest my head on your shoulder? It kinda hurts my back sitting like this” König explained, a lie, but he thought that since everything has been going well. He gets to share music with you, find out a band you both like, now he’s testing it further, see his limits.

Eyebrows furrowing when his eyes shifted back down at you next to him. Ghost froze when he sees his comrade resting his head against your shoulder. He was practically cuddling you! Well that’s that Ghost saw. He decided enough was enough and he had to fight back.

Tapping your shoulder to get your attention, he spoke in a softer tone.

“What’re ya’ listening to?” Ghost usually took interest in whatever you were doing, but not in your music. It took you by surprise, but you were more than happy to share your taste with him.

“Rob Zombie. You know him?” Shark asked, hoping that he heard of him or that he’s into that kind of music. But even if he wasn’t known for his music, he still directed good movies. So hopefully he’s the type to be into that.

“Never. Could I listen?” Ghost asked, not really thinking straight when he did. Hoping that he could get closer to you, or find out more about you and your interests that he can later look into and research.

It would be weird if you said yes, cause there’s only two ear buds and the other if with König. If you gave him your earbud you wouldn’t be listening to music with either of them.

But if you said no, it would seem like you were favoring König over him. Too awkward to explain to that you couldn’t. You nodded handing him your bud.

Since he was also quite tall he didn’t hunch over like König did. Instead, he slide to the side to get closer to you since in his mind he wouldn’t wanna stretch the wire of the ear buds, and in a subtle way get physical closer to you. His arm on the car seat, around you, while his side was pressed up against you. Practically smothering you with his strong chest.

Now there you were, sat in between two men who thought were sharing music with you but were really sharing music with each other. But neither of them realized it.

Every so often Ghost or König would make a comment or ask a question about the song that’s playing, so you had to make up an answer as to not make it awkward.

—

Extra:

Both froze in place when a certain song played on the cassette. One song that you forgot you had on there, CPR by Cupcakke. But since it was only Ghost and König was really listening to music, you hoped that no weird songs would play.

‘I’m here to give you customer service. I save d— by giving it CPR’

They both, at the same time, looked at Shark for a reaction to the song. But of course they both are unaware that their sharing musics with each other. So Shark acted like everything was normal and fine.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Kitties as wild as nature

The jabberwock ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Notes: I have been thinking, would Lyca also be a cat or should he be a puppy?

Haru

He is a red Abyssinian cat with an almost strikingly unnatural bright colour.

He has a darker colored leg that he doesn't put too much weight on and he seems to react nicely when you massage it slowly.

He has a favorite toy that you got him when he was a kitten in your first shopping spree with him, a small bunny-like creature that you named ‘peekaboo’.

He is so insistent on being outside as soon as you allow him to go as late as allowed, running around and around chasing leaves and bugs and bringing his little friend along. If he doesn't get his 3 hours minimum of outside time he acts so nervously pacing around the house.

Cares so much about little creatures like his peekaboo and any other stuffie that he can carry on his mouth that he adopted baby Ren the same day he came, always licking him clean and dragging him around to show him some bug in the backyard.

Even though cats sleep more than twelve hours he is always zooming around rearranging leaves, herding groups of similar cat toys that he makes Towa ‘supervise’ or dragging Ren back out after he escaped and hid under the sofa. All of this he does always accompanied by his favorite baby, peekaboo.

At night for being such a responsible kitty cat and taking care of the house he gets a tiny cup of catnip tea to relax a bit before sleeping.

Towa

Given he was a stray you doubt he is truly any race of cat but he looks a lot like a ragdoll cat, his hair fully white and some beautiful blue eyes (they almost look lilac under the sunlight)

He was originally a stray but for some reason soon after Haru came he started hanging around your house enough for you to say he is yours.

He is either hanging around Haru or fucking around God knows where, it isn't strange for him to disappear.

The quietest cat ever?? You have never seen him meow when serving food or playing, even then he does make himself known, rubbing himself on you and purring a ton. You do think he might be who meows horribly loud at night but whenever you check there is nobody there.

He seems to like eating flowers better than his kibble or wet food. Even you asked the vet and she ran tests the best she could give you was ‘he probably just likes the taste, I wouldn't worry too much about it’

He is quite a cuddly cat with both you and Haru, but for some reason he detests the little kitten, striking him whenever Haru isn't looking or dragging him away from your lap to lay in his place.

Sometimes whenever Haru licks Ren he might start licking him and it's like a little grooming ball

Ren

An exotic shorthair kitten that was too disobedient his owner considered him untrainable and gave him to you.

The only one of the bunch who doesn't look out the window, doesn't want to go out, will not even step on a blade of grass. At least on his own volition, he doesn't have much choice when Haru drags him to watch a caterpillar.

The baby snuggles up to you under your blankets, plushies and pillows as he purrs softly between your legs.

Please buy him one of those cat beds that look like a shark, he loves watching marine biology documentals from there

Whenever you use electronics like TV or tablets he will be hanging by your shoulder and might paw at it like the fruit ninja cat. That is the closest thing to playing he does.

Maybe he absorbs Haru's need of sleep because he is always sleeping or dozing off under the sunlight, even the vet was worried but it seems he is just really lazy

Unluckily, Haru can slip under the wardrobe and your bed so he is never safe. He even has a knack for knowing when he is relaxed enough to take him off guard and strike giving him to fighting chance

[ohbo-ohno]

Gaz x reader with mad scientist/doctor? Maybe like, brothers best friend gaz who's wanted reader for a long time and is willing to try *anything* to get her to feel something, even if it means trying some experimental sciencey stuff 🐰

1k game here - no more please!

first gaz ask for this little celebration! love him <3 very little sciencey stuff here i'm afraid, it's mostly just porn

2k of corrupt alpha doctor gaz taking care of his favorite omega patient in a very unethical way (cw: a/b/o, use of drugs, soft noncon sex but noncon sex nonetheless!)

Gaz smiles down at your prone form, unable to resist stroking a stray bit of hair off of your face.

God, you're so pretty. Delicate little nose, chubby cheeks just made to pinch, and pretty plush lips. It takes everything in him not to press a kiss to them, to see what they feel like against his.

But you'll wake up soon enough, and he'll get all the kisses he wants. If everything goes to plan, you should be more than willing.

He forces himself to pull back before he can sink into his own instincts too much. It's hard, with your scent ripening and filling the room around him. He'd brought nose-plugs just incase, but he knows tasting your scent would be even worse.

He's a professional, though, so he takes a few shallow breaths and forces himself under control.

He's waited too long to squander this opportunity now. Years of watching from the sidelines as you grow up, watching you go off to college and forcing his alpha down at the thought of you with anyone else.

It was only a matter of time before he couldn't control himself anymore. This - you laying here, a forced heat beginning - was always the natural conclusion since you absolutely refuse to see how perfect Gaz could be for you.

He wish he could take you home. He'd like to spend your first heat in a nest in his den, not yours, but needs must. When you'd invited him over for an afternoon cup of tea, he hadn't been able to resist the urge any longer.

It was laughably easy to drop the little tablet into your mug when you stepped out to go to the bathroom. He'd hardly been able to hold back his purr when you drank the whole thing without even noticing, fully trusting that he wouldn't have done anything to it.

You'd passed out soon after. He sat with you on the couch and watched you get sleepier and sleepier, cute little yawns every few minutes, big stretches where you stuck your legs out and curled your toes. Fucking adorable.

It was easy to carry you to your room once you were fully asleep. He knows you're self-conscious about your body - even now, decades into knowing each other, you get flushed and annoyed when Gaz tries to touch you. It wasn't as easy to strip you, but he'd gotten to spend a few wonderful, peace-filled minutes appreciating every bit of skin he revealed to himself.

He can't wait to spend hours showing you just how beautiful he finds your body.

One of the benefits to riding out your first heat with him your own den will certainly be the familiar smells. You should already be in the throes of pre-heat when you wake up, and the familiar scents plus the scent of an alpha should help drive you to true heat soon enough.

He can't wait.

He brings any blankets he can find while you sleep, folding them and leaving them neatly at the foot of the bed. He brings out a few of the shirts he'd brought too, then takes off his own and lays it on the pillow next to your head. He leaves his pants on, unsure if that might be a bit too much before you fully enter your heat.

He's folding the final blanket when you first start to stir. He quickly abandons his task, sitting on the bed next to you and helping you sit up.

"Kyle?" You mumble, rubbing a fist against your eye.

"Morning, sleepy head," he teases, rubbing your back. "Feeling alright? You passed out on the couch earlier?"

"I did? Oh..." you trail off, a cute furrow between your brows. Before you can say anything else, there's a rush of pleasure scenting the room, and you keel over your stomach with a loud whine.

Kyle nearly mounts your right then and there. It takes everything in him to take a deep breath, to stroke your back and ask, "Love? Are you alright?"

You can't answer with words, instead moan loudly as you fall back to your side on the bed. Kyle shifts to try and help you up before he sees what you're doing.

You shift from your stomach to your knees, thick ass held high in the air, and your fingers quickly move to work at your dripping cunt.

Kyle gapes at the sight - he never would've expected the pre-heat to hit you so quickly, but you're clearly already lost to it.

"Oh, baby," he coos, quickly moving to kneel behind you. He forces himself to leave his pants on, knows he would fuck and knot you if he took them off now. "Here, let me help."

You let your hand drop as soon as his fingers replace them, whining loudly when he strokes over your clit. He rubs his free hand across your ass, shakes his hand just enough to watch it jiggle.

"Do you need to come, love?"

He gets an incoherent whine in response and smiles, shifting his hand to sink two fingers easily inside of you, working his thumb at your sensitive nub.

You're wonderfully loud, mindless moans and whines echoing off your bedroom walls as you try your best to rock your hips back onto his fingers, knees spread wide to give Kyle all the access he could want.

He salivates at the sight of you, mouth filling with spit as your pre-heat triggers his pre-rut. His cock is fully hard in his trousers, and it gets more and more difficult every second to not mount you.

When you finally come, he buries his teeth in your ass. He can't let himself get a taste of you yet, that would send the both of you spiraling, but he needs to feel you between his jaws.

He helps you sink down to lay on your stomach once the aftershocks have passed, stroking wet fingers over the soft skin of your back.

"You alright, love?" He whispers, leaning down to hover in front of your face. "We should have a few more hours before your heat hits, is there anything you need before then?"

He understands his miscalculation as soon as you blink up at him.

Your pupils are blown - he can hardly see your irises, and at this close of a distance he can see his own reflection. Your mouth parts, then your little pink tongue dips out to rest on your lip as you pant.

He must've given you too high of a dosage - he'd mistaken your first orgasm as pre-heat, when really it had just been the start of your true heat.

Kyle takes a deep breath, almost choking on the thick scent of omega in the air. He'd hoped to maybe have a few hours before you completely lost coherency, but this is far from the worst case scenario.

Skipping the pre-heat likely means you won't build a nest for him to share in, but that's alright - you'd only have to rebuild one in his home anyone.

He's jerked from his musing by your desperate moan of, "Alpha."

He can't bite back the growl at that, tightening his hold on you and rolling you to your back. "Yes," he hisses, every instinct inside of him fucking singing. "Omega, my omega. Need your Alpha, yeah?"

A keen and you rut your hips into his, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist to try and force him where you want.

He rumbles a low note of disapproval, using one hand to collar your throat and the other to hold you down by the hips. "Say it for me, Omega. Tell me what you need."

Your eyes clear a bit, and for just a moment he's seeing you - not the omega sunk into her heat, but his girl, his precious love staring up at him.

"Need you, Alpha," you whisper, voice just edging on shaky. "Pl-please, need you so bad, can't.... ohhhhh, Alpha." You quickly devolve into moans, eyes clouding over again as you wriggle beneath him.

He's not a cruel man, so he doesn't make you wait. He relishes in your begging, notches the tip of his dripping cock at your hole, and pushes in.

It has to hurt - he's far from small and two fingers can't have been a proper stretch - but you moan like you've never felt better in your life. Tears streak down your temples as he bottoms out, wordless sounds of pure pleasure all you're capable of.

"Yes," he moans, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. "Feel so good 'mega, fuck, not gonna.... not gonna last long. Gonna give you my knot real soon, you want that?"

"Yes!" You nearly shout, fully lost in the heat. "Yes, yes, pleeease, Alpha, need it, need your knot so bad, can't- oh please, please, pleasepleaseplease-"

He huffs over you and fucks into your cunt more harshly, hips slapping into the backs of your thighs with bruising force. It's all he can do to keep from choking you, fingers flexing around your throat.

"Good omega," he rumbles, teeth beginning to lengthen against his tongue. His grin is feral as he forces your chin up, preparing you for his bite. "Alpha's fucking you good, huh? Giving you his fat dick in your little cunt?"

"Ye-eees!"

"And you take it so well. Gonna take my knot just as well? My bite?"

The b-word is what triggers your second orgasm. He has to fight to hold you down as your back arches off the bed, your heat clenching around him in the most deliciously pleasureable way possible.

"Need- need your bite, Alpha, please! 'm good, 'm bein' good, please give me your bite, need it, need it so bad, Alpha, please-"

He snarls at your begging, hunches over you with both elbows braced on the side of your head and forces his knot into you. It's a tough fit, and your moans shift to shouts before he can finally pop the bulbous shape inside of you. Then the two of you moan in unison, both lost in the sensations.

"Gonna give you my bite," he pants, half delirious. It's easy to pin your head to the side when you're so willing like this, his mouth ghosting over the column of your neck.

if he were any more aware of himself, he'd drag this out. Say something romantic that you could remember later, something about how he's suffered alone for years to allow you to grow up, how he's so glad you're giving him the gift of biting you now, how he'll always take care of you, never let you hurt like you made him hurt, he'll always be there for you, never leave you alone, never let you go-

But he's nearly as incoherent as you are, so instead of any sort of romantic speech, you get a growl and a pair of canines buried deep in the tender spot between neck and shoulder.

You don't quite scream, but your cries of pain are loud and distressing to his alpha. He tunnels one hand between your bodies, working at your clit while he makes sure the mark takes.

You're either a bit of a masochist or further along in your heat than he realized, because your cunt clenches rhythmically on him just a few moments later, milking him of all the cum he's got to give.

He rolls the two of you over, minutes later. He makes sure to lick over the bite as you lay on top of him, clearing your blood away as best he can before it stains the sheets.

You're asleep by the time he finishes, and he huffs a laugh to himself at your little snores. He wraps both arms around your back, hands lacing together at the small of your back.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself as his knot begins to slowly deflate inside of you, smiling contentedly.

He knows you'll probably be a bit upset with him when you first come out of the heat, but you can never leave him now that he's given you his bite. He can already feel a bond forming, a place in the center of his chest tying right to yours.

He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[itsohh]

QWERTY Part 6

A/N: Female reader, nothing like dusting off the ol darft and actually editing.

Summary: Things start to collapse for you and Vladimir and he sends you out to tie up a loose end.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Word count: 2817

AO3 Masterlist Part 5 Part 7

It wasn't often that you had time to rest. Even back when Vladimir was in prison there was always something to do. By no means were you as creative and ambitious as he was but you could certainly carry out his instructions. You were an extension of his will and even when he sat in the gulag you felt that extension more than anything. Even if you didn't carry out his will you knew someone else would. At least by obeying him you stayed in his good grace and kept your life. 

When you finally woke it wasn't a natural wake. The sound of your now again shared bedroom door opened and Vladimir stood there eyes on you. A deep sleep wasn’t something you could ever afford to have around Vladimir. There was always that reminder in the back of your head, that concern that he would find out. A concern that he wouldn’t deem you necessary or obsolete. Normally he was a man who liked to have a person touch to his kills but you wouldn’t put it past him silently killing you in your sleep. 

Perhaps he would call it a gift, birthed by whatever sentimentality he could have. It was something that you tried not to but ended up thinking about often, how he would dispose of you. Would he bring you close, cup your face and hold you in his arms? Would the dagger that he wrought be swift and pierce your body with ease? Would the look on his face be apologetic as your life faded from your eyes forever? You tried not to think about it, tried not to imagine it but with rather little success. 

Right away you knew he was there to speak business, what little relaxation you saw behind his eyes on occasion was nowhere to be seen. 

His posture was straight and his suit was tidy. You could deduct he had been up for a while and left you to sleep. A small kindness or perhaps he just knew the conditions that people worked best in. It was always impossible to know but most likely the latter. “Vlad.” You sat up in the bed, the sheet barely covered your naked form and he slipped into the room fully. The door closed behind him with a small click and he finally spoke his mind. 

“Milena has an island that she spends most of her time at. Are you familiar with it?” The mention of Milena soured your mood slightly but you didn't let it show. She was always a threat to your position. She was smart, did her job well and was overall an asset to Vladimir. Must to your distaste the pair of you had worked practically hand in hand during the time that Vladimir was in prison, you couldn’t deny you wouldn’t have been able to do nearly as much without her. Despite all your skills, she easily outshone you when it came to bookkeeping. She worked with money well. Yet you had something she didn't, the ability to get dirty. 

She was a clean and precise woman and despite all of her attempts at replacing you as his companion, Vladimir seemed disinterested at the prospect. 

“I am.” You slipped out of the bed and moved to your set of draws. Vladimir placed a tablet on top of the draws and you leaned over it to look at it. There on the screen was a blue diagram, it reminded you a lot of a ship's radar only it took up the entire screen and didn’t constantly ping everything. What had been pinged was shown as a red dot.

“An unidentified vessel triggered one of the underwater sensors.” His voice didn’t seem rather concerned about the woman, rather he sounded annoyed. Perhaps a little frustrated. It made sense, he was never very fond of defence or having to baby anyone. Sure the woman had decent security but there was already so much going on, you wouldn’t put it past Vladimir to make sure she had the weakest of men. If anyone had a since ounce of competence they were most likely under his command. Yes, she was important and held invaluable data but at the end of the day, in Vladmirs eyes she was simply a disposable object.

You cocked a brow as you gathered your underwear and started to put it on. His eyes bore into you but not with any kind of lust. He was a weapon first and a man second. 

“You want me to go there with backup?” 

“No.” He picked up the bra that you had picked out and replaced it with a sports bra that had been neatly folded next to it. He certainly wanted you to do something physical. “If she's speaking I want you to go there and silence her.” 

“Permanently?” 

“Da.” There was a stern look in his eyes and you didn’t argue with him. It made no sense to. His word was always final and unless you had a logical reason or thought, your input would do little to sway him. It would only either annoy him or piss him off. Vladimir didn’t like being questioned. Wherever you did so, you normally had to phrase it in a way that made it seem educational, like you were trying to learn from him. 

There wasn’t a logical reason to keep the woman alive. With the SAS breathing down your backs, Vladimir didn’t have time to deal with anything. If she was taken hostage or captured there was quite a lot she could reveal. It was simply more efficient to take her out of the picture. 

Your hands went to pull out some clothes. Instead of a suit like so often he wore, you pulled out a black t-shirt and a black pair of pants. It was practical clothing, something you were rather used to wearing. 

“When do I leave?” You slipped into the pants with ease.

“The moment you're dressed, the heli is already set up with everything you'll need.” You knew what that included, guns technology and your escape route.

There was a scowl that was on his face. “This came at a rather unfortunate timing. Your second objective is to put down whoever got to her.” He tilted his head with a hiss. “If they're any good they would have left by the time you arrive.” Your words caught on to his, unfortunate timing? Did something happen while you were asleep? Had Andrei failed?

“Timings off?” You asked the moment your head popped through the hole in your shirt. 

“Yes.” Vladimir didn’t explain anything more at your prompt. He handed you your watch and you put it on before you grabbed your boots. 

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PULTIS ISLAND 2023

The heli was loud, even though you landed on the other side of the island you knew right away it would alert whoever was there. If the sound didn’t alert them it was most likely they would have some type of watch out. Perhaps even a sensor checking for any reinforcements. Milena most certainly would have her own but if they took down her original guard you highly doubted that her B team reinforcements would do her any good. You hopped out of the helicopter and landed feet-first on the wet grass. 

Your rifle fitted nicely on your back and when you started to walk the heli started to rise up again. It wouldn’t stay there on the ground waiting for you, it was too dangerous. It would be a sitting duck, no, instead it would either find a nearby area to land off the island or the more likely situation, circle in the air waiting for you. Unlike the island's infiltrators, you didn’t need to take over the entire island, you didn’t even need to get close to her. All you needed was a line of sight. 

Silently you double-checked your gear, triple-checked if you counted your checks in the heli. You had radio contact with it and you wouldn't risk anything happening to it. It was your only reliable way off the island. Your only reliable lifeline, you knew that she would have a few boats but there was always the possibility that the infiltrators had slit the fuel tanks or even remove the batteries. The possibility of them being rendered inoperable was something taken into consideration. Alarms blared as you approached the side of the cliff. They were almost frustrating loud, they did their job at alerting everyone and if for some reason they didn’t have a lookout, it would mask the sound of your heli. 

The cliff edge was your destination, you didn’t need to go any further. It looked over the entire compound. It showed all the corpses that lay hidden away, only visible from the high vantage point. Most of them looked like they were sleeping, the kills had been quick and clean. Done without much resistance. It was then that you realized they had infiltrated the island still in stealth. Milena had been completely unaware of their arrival despite that their vessel had been pinged. Vladimir was the one to have the security measure, not Milena. Your mind wandered to the man, he could have easily alerted her and had her extract earlier before they arrived but instead left her there. 

Was she bait? Did he have that much faith in your ability? Or had he planned for her to get killed all along? You couldn’t help but feel like you were missing a lot of his puzzle. It was one thing not to care about the woman but deliberately ensure her downfall? She had pissed him off somehow. Your eyes continued to look over the compound. Not only did the vantage point look over all the outside, but it also gave you a perfect view into the main building. The large glass windows insured that.

You lay down on the ground and set the sniper rifle up. It didn’t lean directly on the grass, the stand connected to it was pulled into place and you used that to lean on. Through the scope, you got a better look at the facility, they really had taken everyone out with stealth. It made you wonder what ended up triggering the alarms. Whoever had taken over were professionals, they had done a good job. You knew the most likely suspects, the people you had been dealing with since Vladimir left prison. SAS. The possibility of it being Americans wasn’t put past you but in the end, it mattered little to Vladimir which meant it meant little to you. 

A breath left your lips and you readjusted your scope and you tried to banish the thought of Vladimir from your mind. Wherever he breathed down your neck, you couldn’t help the anxiety that would spike deep down in your core. Working alone was something you excelled at, but that didn’t mean you didn’t mean you couldn’t work well with a team. It was that you didn’t have to worry about your back, when you were alone there wasn’t any fear that you would be betrayed. You could always rely on yourself. Even though you tried not to think about him, you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that about you. Even after everything the pair of you had been through, you couldn’t ever quite trust the man completely. You couldn’t trust anyone completely. Perhaps Vladimir felt the same.

The wind died down a little and you took a few deep breaths to focus yourself. The alarms came to an end and you wondered if Milena had turned them off or the infiltrators did. Without the overwhelming sound, something piqued your interest. Your ears could hear a faint buzzing sound. You frowned and pulled back from your scope to look up. 

There in the sky was a military-grade drone in the sky. You thought back to the last time you were on the island. Milena loved to brag about the security features that she had. Or in her words explain how her operations work. Everything was always meticulously thought out and planned to a picture-perfect situation. You, of course, could see the faults in her setup. Small oversights made but her lack of experience in combat. She could only see as far as her plans would go, never in the field. A lot of the information she had shared you had silently scoffed at and shoved to the back of your mind. Yet you knew one thing for certain, she never mentioned such a drone. You tilt your head and lift your gun. 

The drone fell from the sky and crumbled on the ground. It was a necessary precaution to destroy it. On one hand, if it hadn’t already seen you, its destruction would have alerted them to your presence but if you left it there was a high chance it would constantly spot and ping you. A risk far worse than the prior possibility.

Back in position, you looked through the scope. It showed you the inside of the building with ease, its magnification allowed you to see every detail as if you were inside it yourself. Perhaps even better than that. There you could see two figures standing in her bunker. Its inclusion had something that she had raved about and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the open door. She had called it the most secure place in the world. What good it did her. She was there by them completely exposed. Your brows furrowed and you could tell right away that they were interrogating her. 

Without access to their coms, you were unable to know what they were saying but both figures straightened up and you watched them close a laptop. Milena jumped up after them and you could tell by her posture that she was screaming at them. 

If they were leaving her, then they got everything they needed. She had talked. Vladmirs words echoed in your head. Once again you took into consideration the wind once again and took a deep breath. 

A single shot was all it took. It flew through the air and curved through the glass. Even if it was bulletproof, it was rendered useless against the anti-material rifle, if it could puncture through steel it could puncture through glass. The glass shattered all over the ground a moment before the bullet found its mark in the centre of her head. Both men jumped to the side under cover. Milena’s body fell to the ground and slumped partially on the chair she had just been previously on. Her final resting spot.

Your primary objective had been completed and yet you hesitated to move on to the second objective. By shooting Milena, you had most certainly given away your position. Even though you had counted two men, the presence of the drone told you that it was highly probable that they weren’t the only people in their team. With the element of stealth, you could have most likely taken them out but now that your position was revealed the only thing you had was range. Yet one lucky shot was all it would take from them. You didn’t know their set-up either. You were good, really good but you wouldn’t put it past them counter-sniping you. 

You picked up your rifle and slung it over your back before you silently walked away from the edge of the cliff. “Extraction.” You called through your coms to the heli without another glance behind you. Despite Vladimir's hopes, you didn’t attempt to carry out his second objective. 

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MEDITERRANEAN SEA 2023

“She broke.” You spoke into the com through the heli. It had a far further range than the one you had on your direct person.

“How quickly?” Vladimars voice was slightly distorted by the distance but you could still hear his voice clearly. 

“Too quickly. I don't know what they said to her but she had already caved by the time I arrived.”

“Who was it?”

“Certainly wasn't Shadows. The kills were clean and precise. They came in quietly and executed without a trace.” 

“141 then.”

“St. Petersburg will most likely be compromised. Did you want me there to secure it?” 

“No. Andrei had control. We have more important matters to conduct?” 

“The dam?” You asked knowing the line was secure. 

“Net. That is already being handled, you are to be with me in London.”

Perhaps six years ago when you first started working for him those words would have shook you to your core. They would have crumbled your heart at the thought of such a widespread pure mass of death. Yet after so long you had learnt to be numb to such a feeling. Shoved deep down they were irrelevant to your objectives.  

“Is there heli going there now?”

“Yes, but we still have some preparation to do.”