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Why Does Physical Change Literally Happen?

{+1 explanation for the logical part of the brain}

“Will I just be pretending to myself?” “What is the logic in changing my current unwanted body for what I want to be and how others see me and this change?”

Some questions that go through our heads when we talk about manifesting the desired appearance, and this is normal. Let's demystify this and be absolutely sure to manifest more easily and quickly.

First no, you are not “faking it to yourself.” What you are doing is a process of mental self-reprogramming that uses the power of the mind to create a new internal reality, which will inevitably be reflected on the outside.

1. The Mind Doesn’t Distinguish Between Reality and Imagination

When you intensely imagine your desired body, your brain acts as if it were already true. It begins sending signals to your body to align your physiology with this new vision. This isn’t “faking it,” it’s literally reprogramming your system.

2. How Does Physical Change Literally Happen?

Your body is run by your brain. Everything it does—from regenerating cells to changing its structure—responds to instructions that you, consciously or not, send it. When you see yourself as the version of yourself you want to be, you are literally reprogramming your brain to create that physical change.

Examples in Science and Biology:

• Epigenetics: Your thoughts influence which genes are “turned on” or “turned off.” If you internally assume the identity of a person with the desired body, your body begins to align with that identity.

• Neuroplasticity: The brain reorganizes itself based on the beliefs you hold. It can change hormonal patterns, metabolic patterns, and even cellular regeneration to adapt to what you believe to be true.

3. Why Does Physical-Touchable Reality Change?

• Assumed Identity: When you believe that you already have the desired appearance, the body begins to respond with real physiological changes. For example, a mental model of “I am thin” can change hunger patterns and metabolism, while “I am young” can stimulate collagen production.

• Instructions to the Subconscious: The subconscious controls automatic functions of the body, such as cell regeneration and fat distribution. It accepts everything you imagine with emotion as absolute truth.

4. How Others See You

People see you through the energy and confidence you exude. If you are aligned with the feeling that you are already who you want to be, others will automatically begin to treat and see you that way.

• They may not know “how” or “when” you changed, but they will notice that something is different. This is because your self-confidence and inner congruence have a direct impact on social interactions.

5. You’re Not Pretending, You’re Choosing

When you decide that you are already the desired version of yourself, you’re not pretending, you’re taking on a new identity. This is a conscious exercise in creating the reality you want, and 3D has no choice but to reflect that decision.

6. Real-World Example to Make It More Concrete

1. People who underwent hypnosis believing they had real burns on their skin developed physical blisters—because their bodies responded to their minds.

2. Patients in placebo studies who “believed” they were taking a rejuvenation drug experienced real physical changes, such as improved skin and organs.

These are extreme examples, but they show that the mind instructs the physical body, and the body obeys. It’s not symbolic or “just in the imagination”—it’s a transformation that manifests itself in the tangible.

7. How to Make This Transformation Solid and Firm

To truly believe that your physical transformation is happening:

• Decide and Feel: “I already have this.” See your body as what you want, not what you “think it is.”

• Visualize Clearly: Imagine what it would be like to touch, see, and live with this body. Not just mentally, but as if it were already a reality.

• Believe in Inner Logic: Whatever your mind accepts as truth, your body will do. If you have assumed this new identity, your body has no choice but to follow.

It’s not pretending, nor is it wishful thinking. It’s using the power of your mind to literally transform your body into something physical and real.

[webshooterrr9]

somnophilia [a. ancunin]

Day 2 of Webshooterrr9's Kinktober!

w.c: 1009 words

content warning: somnophilia, handjob (m! recieving), gn!reader, kisses and vampire stuff, nothing too explicit (other than the smut obviously)

He didn’t even realize he was doing it at first.

The two of you had been sharing a tent for the past few weeks - since you’ve finally decided to make your relationship official. It was much easier to just sleep next to one another, since you would’ve ended up visiting each other’s bedrolls anyway.

You were just cuddling; big spooning your vampire lover. Naturally, he ran cold due to the lack of blood flow in his system, and your warm body was the perfect remedy for that. Elves had no need for sleep, but Astarion often took the time to meditate while you were resting soundly beside him. Sometimes, when you would tell him about your dreams, he would recall the memories he visited in his “slumber”. Similarly to dreams, Astarion didn’t have much control over which memories his mind visited during his trance - which often led to restless nights. You were no stranger to being woken up to the feeling of your lover thrashing beside you, haunted by night terrors of his past.

But tonight, you were awakened by a different feeling.

He was… twitching. Ever so slightly. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed the movement had your arms not been wrapped around him. One curled under his torso like a hug, and another resting near his thighs.

Your eyes opened slowly. Confused, you briefly glanced around the shared sleeping space to see moonlight filter through the flaps of the tent. You lifted your head, glancing down at your “sleeping” lover - whose silvery hair seemed to sparkle under the gentle rays of the moon. True to his name, he looked like a star.

But then you felt it again. A slight buck of his hips, just barely rutting into the air where your hand was near. A fond memory, perhaps? Barely-audible gasps escaped the vampire's plump lips, accompanied by a small groan. You weren’t naive. You knew what was happening. Despite the loss of sleep it’s causing you, you much preferred him to be visited by a… fun dream rather than a tortuous one.

Cautiously, you shift your hand - placing it over his clothed groin. You gently squeezed, feeling a slight tent in his trousers. The party would be moving locations tomorrow, and you wanted your lover to be well-rested before the long journey ahead. So you might as well help him relieve himself… purely for rest purposes, of course. Glancing down at the beautiful man beside you, you trailed your hand up his torso, stopping at his cheek to softly caress the skin there. Other than the horrid scars on his back, Astarion was surprisingly soft for someone so well-traveled. You couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up your neck, all the way your cheeks and the tips of your ears, when his brows furrowed - making a face signifying some sort of exertion. You wondered which of your late-night escapades he was dreaming of. A smirk crossed your face.

Gently and carefully, you unlace his trousers - eager to relieve his pent-up feelings of frustration that plague him during his rest. You reach for his cock, freeing the weight from its restraints. A small, pearly bead of pre-cum drips from his flushed tip, practically begging to be touched. Gods. He was gorgeous. You glide your hand up and down his length, occasionally brushing your thumb over his weeping tip. You feel him pulse underneath you with every tug and squeeze - his face scrunching in sleepy pleasure. Part of you wanted to see him come undone completely, writhing in bliss beneath you like he deserved, but the other part of you wanted to keep this discreet - allowing him to remain “asleep” as to not disturb his much needed rejuvenation period.

“A-ah…” Astarion lets out a soft moan, almost undetectable if not for your unwavering focus on his figure. Truly, this man was sculpted by the gods - planes of hard muscle decorated with smooth, pale skin. The vampire’s eyes flutter open as you continue to jerk him, his whines of delight slowly increasing in volume as he becomes more aware of his surroundings.

“Darling,” he whispers, his blood-red eyes staring intensely into yours. His head tilts back, pushing further into the pillow beneath him while he succumbs to the pleasure you’re giving him. “To what do I… o-owe this pleasure?”

You smile down at him, staring into his lidded gaze with adoration. “Just wanted to make you feel good, ‘Star.” you hum, pumping him faster and feeling his dick twitch under your fingertips. He reaches up, wrapping a large hand around your neck and pulling you down to meet him in a searing kiss. Despite his tired demeanor, he pours a surprising amount of intensity into the kiss - reveling in the heat shared between your mouths.

Just as he reaches his climax, Astarion tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, biting into you in true vampiric-fashion and savoring the crimson liquid that pools from your mouth. It only seems to spur on his orgasm, masking his senses with white-hot bliss while he bucks up into your hand, cum dripping down your wrist and pooling on his abdomen.

Once he has come down from his high, he pulls away from you, leaning back down to the pillow. You lean over him, picking up a nearby wash-rag and gently cleaning up his release before cuddling up next to him. Astarion glances over at you, a spent look of happiness on his face. He flashes you a fangy grin before planting a soft peck on your cheek.

“You’re quite bold aren’t you, darling?” he chuckles, sighing as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. Your lover wraps himself around you, entangling his limbs with yours in a deep embrace. “Toying with me during my slumber. Such a minx.”

You giggle, carding your fingers through his white curls, nuzzling closer to him. “Just trying to help you rest, love.”

“That, you did.” he smirks, taking another deep breath before drifting back into a trace - with your sleep following shortly after.

day 2 complete! hope u guys like it <3

divider by @cafekitsune

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glow up diet 𖹭

(inspired by @honey-diet beautiful plans)

Be that girl. The one who wakes up and drinks a bottle of water, jumps into a workout, and does her skin care all before 6:00 am. She's thin and confident, of course! She worked towards her weight goals and is rewarded with a whole new life!

Guidelines﹒⪩⪨﹒

Work out every day. Even if it's for 10 minutes. Strengthen and tone your body all while energizing it.

Clean eat. You don't need over processed and sugary foods in your system! Instead, focus on proteins, fruits, and veggies.

DRINK WATER! Staying hydrated is super important!!

Make your skin and hair glow. Skin care as simple as cleansing your face and hair care can go a long way in making you, a new you! Everyone's different, so try looking up routines for your specific skin/hair type.

Get adequate sleep to look and feel rejuvenated.

Inspo ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Diet ´-

Morning: You wake up early and make your bed, complete a fun workout, hop in the shower with your favorite song, and do your skin care before getting dressed. For breakfast- try a low cal protein, like eggs or turkey sausage, to stay fuller throughout the day. Pair with fruit or a side of whole wheat toast (up to 200 cal).

Afternoon: Think light for lunch; don't want to feel too full when on hot girl walks or doing self care. Eat a sandwich or maybe a snack bowl. As long as it's a small portion and all healthy foods (up to 200 cal).

Evening: You start off a relaxing evening by preparing yourself dinner. Proteins are great for feeling full while eating less, and vegetables are your friend; great for the body and so low cal too! Try cooking up some balanced meals with those key ingredients, like dinner bowls! (up to 200 cal). Afterward, wind down by watching a favorite show or scrolling through Tumblr. Do any habits you need to glow up! Then, tuck yourself into bed knowing that your discipline is going to pay off.

Remember: You can make it happen. Putting healthier food into your body- and less food into your body -can make you unrecognizable!

Max daily intake: 600 cal

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Home Azriel x Reader

a/n: forewarning I'm a firm believer in things getting worse before they get better. I hope you enjoy!:)))

synopsis: azriel has to resort to desperate measures in order to ensure your safety

Warnings: SA, depictions of RAPE, angst, violence, minor fluff

5.3k words

pt.1 | pt.2

The feeling was unshakable, those hands grabbing you, forcing you into the darkness. The freezing cold void of absolutely nothing and everything all at once. 

It’d been a day since the incident, the bruises and scratches on your body were already healing, getting better by the second. 

You hadn’t felt anything since then, no presence in the corner of your mind, no eyes on you, just silence. 

You didn’t know why its absence brought you no comfort. Why it made you feel worse. Like your body was trying to warn you about something your mind hadn’t caught up with yet. 

However, that was the last thing you wanted to think about as you lay beside Azriel’s form. Listening to his soft heartbeat. Letting the rhythm soothe you into a state of calm. 

You were so tired, you just needed a little bit of sleep, to rejuvenate your brain.  And if you had any hope of avoiding that nightmare you had to keep it far out of your thoughts. Distract your mind with other things. Conjure a nice dream for yourself. A dream about you and the shadowsinger. 

A dream where the two of you could just exist together. With no worries, no foreboding feelings in your hearts, just you and him, and your family, and happiness. 

Slowly that disturbed twisting feeling of unease faded away, and you closed your eyes. Ready for sleep to take you away.

Then it rushed you. 

Darting out from whatever crevice it had been lurking in. Invading your mind, taking hold of your senses. 

It tore apart your dream, cracked open your fabrication, and sent a shockwave through your system. It felt like the magic under your skin flinched. 

You gasp, eyes snapping open as you sit up. 

You feel Azriel’s hands on your shoulders, then you see his face in front of yours. Hazel eyes darkened with worry. 

It had been hiding from you, waiting for you to let your guard down. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab you and pull you into its never-ending darkness. 

It snapped your dream world in half. 

You shiver. 

“I don’t know what to do.” You confess to him. “It’s like it has a mind of its own.” 

Azriel’s hands grip you tighter and pull you into his chest. His wings cocooning you. “We’ll go see the sisters first thing in the morning. You can give it back to Elaine. Let her deal with it.” 

You swallow. Knowing that wasn’t an option. It would destroy her. And in turn, destroy Feyre. 

He reads your face. “You think you need to keep it? That because of your abilities you have some obligation to? You don’t. What if your abilities make it worse? At least, with Elaine it can’t take form.” 

You don’t voice your thoughts, you can’t fight with him. 

You don’t say that it would eat the newly turned Fae alive in her fragile state. Pick away at her mind until there was nothing left. That you at least had a fighting chance against it, even if you hadn’t quite figured that part out yet.

But you don’t need to say anything, not when he could see it all in your eyes. The shadowsinger sighed, so frustrated, so powerless, he wanted to do so much more, wanted to ease your stress, but he didn’t know how other than by being with you. Offering you his support.

It didn’t feel like nearly enough. 

He held you the rest of the night. 

*****

You’d abandoned sleep. Until you could find a way to counter this thing, to keep it caged, you would stay awake. 

You were very experienced in nightmares, probably the most experienced. You could manifest the perfect nightmare for any person, reduce the finest warrior into a sniveling coward at your feet. But you’d never taken somebody's nightmare before. Never had to hide from someone else’s fears.  

Even if you wanted to give it back to Elaine, you wouldn’t know the first thing to do. It was very different than twisting someone’s fears. 

So for the past week, you’d been doing research. Re-reading those books from Helion, scouring the library for anything else that mentioned dreams, nightmares, or the subconscious. When your brain needed a break from words you trained your body. Joining Cassian from time to time. 

The training backfired miserably, making you more tired, body aching with fatigue every hour, minute, and second of the day. 

But you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t go in that cauldron again. Not when it could hold you there. Keep you from waking. And even though Rhys had started sleeping at the House of Wind to ensure that you wouldn’t be trapped, you couldn’t risk it. 

You didn’t know if it would continue to attack you, like normal nightmares did, you had no way of knowing what its next move would be. It didn’t act like anything you’d encountered before. 

It could attack someone else next time, attack Azriel. 

That thought alone was enough to keep you awake for the past week. 

But with each passing day, keeping your eyes open got harder and harder. 

“You can’t let this continue.” 

Azriel hadn’t even noticed his brother’s presence. You’d taken all of his focus, diminished the spymaster to a man who couldn’t even hear Cassian’s footsteps. Which were not at all quiet.

The two Illyrians watch you from the library doorway. You sat with a multitude of books scattered around you, the one you were currently reading almost wider than the length of your hand and you were already halfway through. They watch your eyelids slowly fall, watch you try to fight it by blinking rapidly and shaking your head. 

Azriel was in full agreement with Cassian. This couldn’t go on.

Azriel feels hopeful when your eyes finally close, you’re head falling back against the sofa cushion. He holds his breath as he waits for you to sink deeper into sleep, not daring to make a sound in fear of startling you awake. But you shoot up a moment later.

Eyes flying open as you grab the couch like you had to catch yourself from falling. Head snapping to and fro as you frantically search for something that isn’t there. Harshly rubbing the sleep from your eyes over and over, but it only makes your eyes burn with a fire that could only be sated by letting them shut. 

In a moment of desperation, you grip your wrist, letting the sharp claws dig into your arm. Repressing the sleep in your system with pain.

Your hand is snatched away.

“Stop!” Azriel yells panicked. Watching as blood began to drip down your arm. “Fuck. Cassian can you-“ 

His brother was already handing him a first aid kit.

The sounds of shaky breaths and ruffling bandages fill the room. You don’t look at him as he wraps your arm, so mortified, so embarrassed he had to see you this way. That anyone could see you this way. So weak.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He’s not rough, but he’s not gentle either. So much emotion filled his face. 

So much worry, and love, and sadness. 

Then his eyes harden. “You need to sleep.” You try to shake your head but can't with his grip on you. “It’s not a suggestion.” 

Tears fill your eyes. No. You can’t. Not when you knew it was salivating at the thought. If it managed to kill you in your sleep, only the Gods knew what could happen. If that horror would be unleashed on the world. 

You couldn’t risk it. You wouldn’t. 

At first, the shadowsinger was torn on what to do. He couldn’t bear the thought of ordering you to suffer. Still can’t. But you were suffering anyway. He couldn’t watch you deteriorate anymore. 

He would sacrifice your trust in him if it meant you were healthy.

 

*****

Dinner was quiet, Rhys and Amren were busy. So that left you, Azriel, Mor, and Cassian. The Acheron sisters ate in their rooms and kept to themselves, though you had seen the older sister a few times. She joined you in the library every once in a while. She never spoke, never looked your way, but she stayed.

“You look like shit.” Mor had said when she saw you, slapping a hand over her mouth as if realizing she spoke aloud. Leave it to Mor to speak the truth.

“Gee, thanks.” You replied, wanting to send her a smile to let her know you didn’t take it to heart but could only find the energy to slide ungracefully into the chair next to her. 

Mor turns to you, forgetting her full plate of food. “Gods, look at you!” You tense as she reaches for your face, fingers brushing the bags under her eyes. Her touch made sleep slowly enter your system again. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” She asks as if she didn’t know the answer to that question. Which she most certainly did. 

You don’t have it in you to say anything so instead you start shoveling the tasteless food in your mouth. Forcing yourself to swallow it even though it felt like you were chewing chalk. 

“You know we’re here for you, don’t you?” She continued, and the food became increasingly hard to swallow with every word she spoke. “You don’t have to fight this alone, it wasn’t even your battle to begin with.” 

Your heart drops at her words. Not your battle? 

That’s right, this all started with your selfish need to feel useful. So you wouldn’t have to lay around like a weakling. All you did was make everything worse. Of course, you did.  

You reach for your water when you feel the food start to rise back up. The water doesn’t help. Your whole body starts to feel clammy, and your head starts to spin. 

So you pause leaning back to take a few slow deep breaths through your nose, swallowing the spit that didn’t stop gathering in your mouth.

“Feyre would hate to see you like this.” 

Those words were the final blow.

You jump from your seat, hand on your mouth as you dash out of the dining room. Running for the nearest bin, the house seemed to hear your inner pleas because a bucket was waiting for you in the hallway. You fell to your knees in front of it. Too busy hurling up all the food you just ate to cry out at the pain of your kneecaps slamming into the stone floor.

You feel his warm gentle hands on you. Softly rubbing your back, and pulling away your hair. Waiting patiently for you to finish heaving. 

When you could breathe without gagging you leaned into him, letting him wipe your face with his sleeve. Ruining the fine shirt he wore. “Can you call Madja? Tell her I need another tonic?” 

The little shots of energy that’d kept you standing the last two days, were all you could think of. You needed them before it was too late. Before a week's worth of sleep could catch up on you. 

Before that thing was free to roam.

Azriel looks to Cassian, expression grim, and he nods. The general was rushing off the next second. You hope he’s getting Madja.

A moment later Cassian was running back over and crouching beside you, pushing a glass of water in your hands.  You wanted to protest, remembering how the water hadn’t helped just moments before, but Azriel takes the cup and puts it to your lips. 

“Drink.” You comply. He tilts the cup up and up and up until you drink the final drop. “There you go.” He whispers, setting the cup aside so both of his hands are free to soothe over your body. “That’s it.” 

The effect was swift. 

That magic that was always writhing under your skin begins to slow.  It’s vibrating energy dying out. Until it wasn't even a tingle.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and your heart dropped. What did he do?

Your head becomes foggy, and your body is no longer your own. You can’t fight it as you slump back, can’t do a single thing when your eyes fall shut, can’t even think as your brain powers off. 

All you could do was sleep.

Azriel holds you close to him, lip curling at the smell of your fear permeating through the air. “I’m sorry.” He whispered again, though he knew you couldn’t hear him now. 

“It will work,” Mor said from where she leaned against the wall, watching you with a solemn look on her face. She, along with everyone else in the inner circle, was on board with the idea the moment Madja brought it up earlier in the week.

“It better.” He was reluctant until today, until he watched you hurt yourself. The fact that you couldn’t keep your food down was the cherry topper.

Azriel just hoped the Faebane in your system would last longer than the sleeping tonic.

The drug succeeded in quelling your magic, succeeded in its purpose of ridding your mind of that awful thing. But it also succeeded in other things. 

Without your magic, you were unable to conjure a happy dream for yourself. 

Leaving you trapped in your very own nightmare. 

*****

Your mother smiled with pride as she adjusted your hair. “Every male will want you.” Your whole life had led up to this moment, everything you had been taught was for this night. The night a male would choose you. 

The night you would submit. 

 So why weren’t you excited? 

“Stop that frowning. It’s unsightly.” Your mother leads you to a mirror. A pressure settles on your chest when you look at yourself. 

The sheer white gown did nothing to hide your body. Giving anyone who looked a full view of what was underneath. Your face was painted, your skin shaved and silky—glowing from whatever substance she’d lathered on you—and your wings were spread wide, fluttering at a pace that made every intricate design viewable. 

Your mother looked the happiest you’d ever seen her. The expression uncanny on her. “They won’t be able to keep their hands off you.” 

You felt something inside you twist at the thought. 

“Mother?” You say before you can think better of it. She meets your eyes through the mirror. She looked at you like you were a trophy, an object to be displayed not loved. Not that you ever knew the difference.

I don’t want to do this. 

The words were right there. At the forefront of your mind. All you had to do was give them a voice. 

But it was like your lips were wired shut. Your mouth doesn’t move, your voice doesn’t work. You say nothing. 

It wouldn’t have mattered if you had anyway. You didn’t have a choice, you never did.  “Don’t worry, child, none of the others can compare with your beauty. You will not be left unpicked.” 

Her words brought you no solace. 

You hold your chin high, as she leads you out of the hut and toward the growing horde. You make sure you stand straight, shoulders squared like you had been taught. Make sure your hips swayed just slightly, just enough to keep their attention like your mother had shown you. 

Make sure your teeth don’t grit, and your legs don’t shake. Make sure your wings don’t twitch, and your smile doesn’t fall.

Your mother parades you around for every male to see. Laughing at some of the comments they made, insinuating banter between the rowdy ones, reveling in the way they fought over you. 

With each laugh, each yell, each claim made upon you that pressure in your chest grew. Except it wasn’t just in your chest now, it was in your stomach, and in your head, and under your skin.

Your wings folded subconsciously, making your mother sink her sharp claws into your wrist. Not enough to bleed, she wouldn’t ruin all her work, but enough to hurt. Enough to make your wings snap back open. 

Is this really it?

The feeling gets worse when she leads you toward the other women, and then it doubles when she leaves to sit with the onlookers. Not so much as a goodbye, or even a second glance as she walks away. 

Your heart pounds as you blend yourself in with the sea of white. 

Maneuvering through the women was easy, each and every one of them was silent, tense, and scared. You try not to look at their faces for too long, didn’t want to be able to notice which ones were missing once everything was over. 

It wasn’t uncommon for males to lose themselves to the night, last year seven woman were found dead. Brutalized.

You swallow, heart beating so loud, so fast, it’s all you can hear. It drowns everything out. 

I don’t want to do this. 

You don’t hear the horn blow. You only know it did when everyone around you began heading through the woodline. You almost trip over yourself as you dash forward. You had to run. You had to hide before the second horn blew. You had to make it till dawn. 

Your bare feet don’t feel the sharp rocks and sticks that stab into them. Adrenaline fills your body, pumping through your blood, and muscles. Blocking out the pain.

The shimmering barrier is what makes you come to a stop. You’d never seen them before, the wards that kept your community safe, but there was no denying it. That wall of energy was where your colony ended.  

Beyond it, death was inevitable. 

There was no hope in flying, male wings are much different from females. Stiffer, sharper, stronger, the males would always be superior in the sky. 

So you stay on the ground hiding in a nearby thicket just on the edge of the wards. Arms hugging your knees to your panting chest, making yourself as small as possible. 

 You hoped nobody would search this far. But you knew the males in your community. They stop at nothing and do anything to get what they want.  

When a distant scream echoed through the woods you knew you’d missed the second horn. The males were already hunting. 

You hold yourself tighter, trying to force slow breaths in your nose and out of your mouth. Frantically trying to slow down your palpitating heart. But it felt like you weren’t getting air. Your whole body was shivering from the adrenaline, that pressure still building. 

You would get found by the sound of your breathing if you kept it up.  

“No! Ple-!” Your head snaps in the direction of the scream, much closer than the other one. You try not to think about how it cut off so suddenly, about what could’ve happened to her. What could’ve made her object to a male.

You just need to make it till dawn. Just need to keep hiding. For six more hours. 

It was hopeless, there wasn’t nearly enough ground to give the women a fighting chance. The men greatly outnumber the women, making the former even more desperate, even more competitive.

Where was the fun if everyone had a chance at winning?

No, they had to yearn for it. It was what made the Ritual work. 

Your head falls to your knees. 

You don’t want to end up like your mother.

Three years ago your father had grown tired of her, he participated in that year’s Flowering and never spoke to either of you again. As your mother is far from pure, she can not be used in the ceremonies. Instead, she was made a community whore. 

A female for the pent up males who had no luck on Flowering to fuck as they please. 

Your mother always said it was necessary. That all the things your people did, there were reasons for.  

That Flowering Night was a gift, it provided the magic that grew our blooms. The blooms that supplied our only food source. Nectar. 

Of course, you believed her, you’d never known any reason not to. The Middle wasn’t a resourceful place. It was too dangerous to send hunters beyond the wards, and there weren’t even any animals to hunt. Only other monsters. And even they weren’t worth hunting. Bodies usually emaciated with no meat on their bones if any at all. 

It was necessary, but that didn’t mean you wanted to do it. 

You wouldn’t know until much later that your people were just addicts. That hunting wasn’t an impossible thing, not when they had wings. That they could’ve flown to the Day Court to hunt, or even the Winter Court, but they chose not to. Because nothing could ever compare to their precious Nectar. 

Snap. 

Your blood runs cold as an older male sniffs around. Fifteen feet from you. His hard wings make a low buzz as they vibrate against each other with frustration.

The male was a brute, muscle stacked upon bulging muscle. 

You hold your breath as he slowly gets closer, the buzz becoming louder. If he caught your scent, no amount of shrubbery could keep him from finding you. 

He gets closer, and your heart pounds faster. That pressure you feel under your skin now throbbing. Pulsating.

He’s almost ten feet away, if he got any closer he’d undoubtedly smell the fear that left your body in waves.

White dots started filling your vision. You fight with your body to hold it. 

A blessing came in the form of a scream, this one even closer than the last. Your throat constricts trying to force air into your system. Your teeth ache from how tightly you clench your jaw.

The male started in that direction. Your throat burned, your head pounding. 

Just a second more.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping for air. 

The male stops. Then he looks right at you.

You’d never known terror till that moment. 

*****WARNING: until the next scene change dark themes will be depicted such as rape and violence, if you do not wish to read proceed to the next “*****”

He pounced, dragging you out of the bushes by the base of your wings. Even though you don’t struggle.

He throws you to the ground, not wasting a second before straddling your thighs. Pinning down your legs. His hands grip the fabric of your gown, tearing it off your shoulder. You want to cover your body, but instead you lay still. Let him run his filthy hands over your breasts, let them squirm their way between your legs. 

You let him cause it’s all you’ve ever known. 

Even though your mind was screaming.

He is anything but gentle, forcing his way inside, digging around. You can’t stop the cry of pain that leaves you, the tears that fill your eyes, and he moans. Touch becoming rougher, harsher, trying to force another cry from you. 

The pain becomes worse when he adds more fingers, shoving his way though. 

Like he was trying to rip you open.

 His head buries into your shoulder. Sniffing and groaning in your ear. Rutting against you like a wild animal.

Then he bites down, and you scream. 

Your hands find his head and that pressure, that jerking energy under your skin devours him. 

The male collapses, body twitching on top of you. Teeth still embedded in your shoulder. You're stunned for a moment, but that's quickly replaced with revulsion.

Your arms shake with the effort it takes to roll him off of you. Whimpering when his teeth slowly leave your shoulder. 

His hands don't leave you, even though he was now out of reaching distance you could still feel them. Touching, grabbing, digging.

You feel nothing but disgust as you look at the male, watching him mumble, whine, and mewl in his unconscious state. You don’t even get the time to question it, to think about what happened. The heavy footsteps that head your way get closer by the second. 

I don’t want to do this. 

So you don’t. 

For once in your life you disregard all of your teachings. Every rule beaten into you. Each false instinct that’d burrowed into your body. And you run.  

Right past the wards. 

Because you’d rather die than end up like your mother.

You run and you keep running until your lungs are stabbed with pain, until your legs give out from beneath you, and you crash to the ground.  

Your nails dig into the soil as you lay there. To breathe. To think. To cry. 

Maybe you could just wait here till dawn. Maybe then you could go back. Nobody would have to know you even left. 

But the chill of the crooked woods laugh at you. You hear the sound of old trees creaking in the wind, calling you foolish. 

You couldn’t go back, you’d attacked a male. There was nowhere for you now, just death.

Still, there was a senseless part of your brain that hoped this was all a wretched night terror. That any minute now you would wake up to your mom’s voice. And you would be in bed. And Flowering will have already passed. And you wouldn’t have went because your mom knew you didn’t want to. And she wouldn’t have wanted you to go through it either, because of how ruthless the males were. And your life would go on until the next year came around. And maybe then you would be ready. Maybe then you would have accepted it.

The other part of your brain was ready to be done with it all.

“[name]?” 

Your breath catches, unsteadily lifting yourself from the ground. You look around, searching for that familiar voice. 

 “Mother?” 

“[name], my child…” You see her. She was completely bare, something you were used to, her beauty a stark contrast to the spindly trees around her. She walks toward you crouching before you, you sob when she rests a soft hand on your cheek. So, so different from how she usually held you. Then she spoke in such a soft voice, a tone you’d never heard leave her mouth. “You looked so beautiful when you were screaming.” 

The next moment it felt like you were punched in the shoulder, a heat unlike any other burned your skin. You look down to see a blade sticking out of your chest, a shriveled-up hand attached. Not the smooth skin of your mother.

When you look back into your mother's eyes they were no longer hers. Replaced with a milky white that gleamed in the moonlight. The face no longer female or beautiful. It’s skin was stretched taught over its thin bones.

Then as it spoke again with a smile so wide, teeth so rotted, and breath so pungent you knew what it was. 

“Cry for me, child.” It said, sounding like a million different voices at once. 

A creature that preyed on the weak, found pleasure in the act of killing. It cannot be reasoned with, its only joy is to watch the life leave someone’s eyes. To watch people die a sad miserable death in the form of the ones they loved the most.

The Mymic.  

You scream, and it laughs. You scream louder as it twists the blade inside you and then drags. Ripping each nerve, muscle, and vein as slowly as possible. So you could feel each and every tear.

The creature howled in ecstasy as it tore into you, cutting you open endlessly. 

No one would save you, not this time. 

Nightmares don’t have happy endings. 

“So beautiful…” It sighed pulling the blade out of your chest only to play with the blood that pooled out, finger-painting your white gown red. 

*****

He couldn’t stand it, you were so still that Azriel had to keep making sure you were breathing. He holds you against him, unable to keep his hands from wandering, soothing you. Shadows doing the same. 

You’d been sleeping for two days straight. Madja kept assuring him and everyone else that you were okay. That it was a good thing, that your body was responding well to the tonic and catching up on the sleep it needed. 

The Faebane had cleaned out of your system after the first twenty-four hours. But no Hybern soldiers made any appearance, no evil king, not even a flicker in the fae lights.

His head leans against yours, watching your chest lift up and down. He moves a hand to rest there, watching it rise and fall. Finding comfort in the repetitive motion.

Maybe you weren’t made for him. Maybe the cauldron didn’t deem you mates. Maybe he didn’t care.

Azriel was content to just share something so real with you, so raw. 

A bond didn’t make what the two of you had any less intense. He didn’t need to be tethered to you to know what you were feeling. Didn’t need fate to tell him you were the love of his life. 

He’d always pick you.  

A small sound reaches his ears, he was so worried about you that he’d started having audio hallucinations. But then he heard it again, louder this time, and he knew it wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

Your breathing becomes irregular, another little noise leaving your parted lips. Azriel’s hands rub you soothingly. Waiting patiently for the sleep to fade from your body. Whispering when he could tell you were conscious enough to hear him. “Hey.” He drawls, making sure he's quiet. When you open your gorgeous eyes and look at him his heart stops. “There you are.” 

You blink at him. “You drugged me.” 

Azriel flinches at the words. Actually flinches. Then he nods. 

“My magic… I can feel it now but it was…” 

His hand reaches for yours, feeling relief when you let him take it. He runs his thumb over the smooth skin. “Faebane. We got some when Rhys was captured.” 

You look down at your free hand, willing a small moth to appear there. Checking that everything was working correctly. The moth flies up toward Azriel but it dissipates before it can get far.

You weren’t mad. Quite the opposite. You’d woken up and found yourself relieved. Relieved to see him there next to you. Relieved to be home. 

You weren’t angry because you knew he did it to help not to hurt. Sure, he could’ve gone about it in a different way, maybe presented the idea to you instead of just slipping the drug in your water. But you couldn’t fault him for that either, Azriel was a man of action and few words. 

Still that didn’t stop you from asking. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” 

“I didn’t even want to agree to it at first. So little is known about your kind, your magic, there was no telling if the Faebane would even effect you. I didn’t want to risk you getting stuck in that nightmare without the ability to heal.” 

Your eyes widen at the information. If he’d told you that, nothing would’ve gotten you to agree. But he took that chance? Azriel wasn’t a gambler. 

Your face must’ve shown what you were thinking because he continued. 

“Then you hurt yourself and I couldn’t take it anymore, [name]. You needed to get better.” He squeezes your hand. “If I have to fight off a living nightmare so you can get a night's sleep, I will.”

“Did you?” You ask, wondering if the male had made an appearance or the Mymic. 

Azriel shakes his head. You sigh in relief. Ignoring the way your stomach grumbled with hunger, in no hurry to force down tasteless food. No hurry to leave your male. You lay your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You say, and he shakes his head at you in confused questioning. “For letting it get that far.” For not being strong enough to get a grip. 

The shadowsinger holds your head to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He presses his lips against your head, saying the words into your hair. “I wish I knew other ways to help.” 

Your hands grip him. Nails clinging to his bare skin. “I missed you.” The worst part about reliving that Nightmare, was that you hadn’t known he existed. That someone so amazing was out there, and capable of loving you. 

“I never left.” 

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Tell me you want me

Hunter x f!reader

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Wordcount: 3.5k

Summary:

You’re part of Clone Force 99 since a while and have an eye on your Sarge ever since you joined. When you are left alone with him skinny dipping in natural hot springs, things get steamy.

Notes:

Enjoy this little Hunterxf!reader smutlet while we all anxiously wait for the final episode to drop. Reader is part of the squad, she is their medic and has a nickname. All other Batchers make an appearance too. We have fingering and unprotected sex. All happening in the water.

As the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape, you and the squad finally retreat back into the Marauder, weary from another grueling day of repairs after your crash landing a few rotations ago. Dropping your tools with a clatter in the corner, you sink down onto the floor, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones. The day's work has left you covered in a film of sweat and grime, your skin sticky with oil and dust, again.

"If I have to endure one more shower with that recycled water, I swear..." you mutter under your breath, frustration lacing your words. Despite the pressing need to fill up your rations and change the water in the Marauders system or at least the filters, there was no way off this kriffing rock before you got the ship back up and running. The overly recycled water, depleted and stale, left you feeling far worse than without a shower since the last days.

Suddenly, Tech's voice cuts through the exhaustion, his tone matter-of-fact as he suggests an alternative. "There are geothermal hot springs just a couple of clicks south from here, they are perfectly safe to utilize for personal hygiene," he remarks, drawing everyone's attention.

Wrecker's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "So that's where you've been sneaking off to in the evenings," he says, earning a knowing nod from Tech.

"Why didn't you mention THAT before?" you inquire, taken aback by the revelation. Tech shrugs nonchalantly.

"Nobody asked me and you all seemed content with the ship's refresher,besides I didn’t sneak off I just went there, " he replies simply, earning an eye-roll from Crosshair and a sigh from Hunter.

"Well, looks like we're all going tonight," Hunter declares, scanning the room as everyone nods eagerly. However, Tech interjects with an apologetic tone.

"Except for Echo. I'm sorry, but the mineral composition of the water isn't compatible with your mechanical parts." Echo sighs resignedly.

"Well, Someone has to watch the ship anyway," he remarks, grabbing a ration bar before retreating to the cockpit.

Watching him leave, Hunter urges everyone else to gather their essentials as you prepare for the trip to the hot springs.

Following Tech's lead, you traverse through a dense thicket of trees and across a rugged terrain, the distant plumes of steam already signaling the promise of warm, rejuvenating waters.

When you finally arrive at the steaming natural pools, happiness surges through your veins, eager to immerse yourself in the warm, relaxing waters. You swiftly cast your bag aside and quickly shed your clothes, opting for a skinny dip - a necessity, given that swimwear isn’t something provided by the GAR. But the night is dark enough to conceal your naked body, the dense steam rising from the water further obscuring any view.

As the squad's medic, you've seen them in various states of undress during countless check-ups or emergencies, but you've managed to maintain your own privacy, determined not to stir up any trouble within the group. However, you can’t deny that you have a weak spot for your Sergeant ever since you joined them and enjoyed patching him up a bit too much.

The sound of water splashing nearby interrupts your thoughts, and you turn to see Wrecker paddling around eagerly. "Come on in Mini, it's amazing. We won't peek, I promise," he assures you with a boisterous grin. You chuckle at the affectionate nickname he gave you a while ago, and the others quickly adopted, not wrongly, given that you are barely more than half his size.

With a contented sigh, you lower yourself into the soothing embrace of the hot spring, feeling the tension melt away from your weary muscles. The clean, refreshing sensation of the water provides a stark contrast to the sticky residue left behind by the Marauder's recycled water and it feels incredibly good to finally get rid of it.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze disperses the swirling steam, offering you fleeting glimpses of your crew mates. Your gaze lingers on Hunter, captivated by the droplets cascading from his tousled hair, now freed from his bandana. You trace the lines of his tattoo down over his broad chest as they disappear beneath the surface of the dark water. Despite your best efforts to remain discreet, you find yourself locked in a momentary exchange of gazes with Crosshair, his piercing eyes betraying a knowing awareness.

Your breath catches in your throat as Crosshair maintains his gaze, his lips curling into a sly grin. Wrecker interjects, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Cut it out, Crosshair. You're making her uncomfortable. We promised not to look," he scolds, casting a wary glance in your direction.

“You did” Crosshair hisses at Wrecker before turning his attention back to you, his tone teasing. "Like what you see, Mini?" he quips, his confidence evident, that smug bastard you think to yourself and attempt to muster a confident response in return, but the slight tremor in your voice is betraying you. "Nothing I haven't seen while patching you all up," you retort, hoping to deflect his attention.

“Sure” he groans with a mischievous glint in his eyes but thankfully, he decides to let the matter drop, and you exhale a silent sigh of relief, sinking deeper into the warm embrace of the water, trying to hide your reddened cheeks. Casting a fleeting glance skyward, you marvel at the sight of two moons ascending over the horizon, casting a serene silvery blue glow over the landscape.

Before long, Tech emerges from the water, signaling for the group to prepare to depart. You, however, are reluctant to leave the comforting embrace of the hot springs just yet.

"Already? Can't we stay a bit longer?" you plead, attempting to negotiate for more time.

"It was ample time to get clean," Tech responds, his tone firm. "And we have another full day of repairs before we can leave this planet. You need at least seven standard hours of sleep to—"

You cut him off, feeling frustration bubbling up. "Stop it, Tech," you interject firmly, your disappointment evident.

"I'm only concerned for your well-being," Tech counters, his concern genuine.

"I know, I'm sorry," you answer, softening your tone. "I didn't mean to sound so annoyed. It's just... I can't remember the last time we had something like this. I'd like to soak in the warm water a bit longer. My whole body is sore from our crash, and this feels so good," you explain, hoping to convey your genuine need for relaxation.

Tech hesitates. “I understand, but it’s too dangerous to leave you here alone, besides the way back to the Marauder is …”.

"It's okay, Tech. You go. I'll stay here with her," a voice rings through the thick steam from behind you.

Hunter.

Your heart skips a beat at his unexpected offer, a rush of warmth flooding through you at the thought of him and you being here alone.

It takes a moment for the rest of them to processes his proposition. Finally, Tech breaks the silence "That is an acceptable solution," he states, his usual pragmatic tone cutting through the night.

Relieved you allow yourself to sink back into the soothing warmth of the hot springs, the steam enveloping you like a comforting embrace. In the background, you hear the others bustling about, dressing and gathering their belongings. Amidst the activity, you catch snatches of conversation and you could swear you heard Wrecker grumbling that he also wants to stay, interrupted by a sharp retort from Crosshair.

"Alright," Tech announces, drawing your attention. "We're heading back. I'll leave the comm open in case of unforeseen events. Regardless, please remember it is not recommended to stay longer than two standard hours in water with this temperature" and with that, the group begins their trek back to the Marauder, leaving you and Hunter alone in the quiet of the night.

As the sounds of their footsteps fade into the distance, a slightly uncomfortable silence descends, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. It’s not the first time you’re alone with Hunter, but THIS, this is different and you are trying to control your heartbeat knowing very well that he can pick that up with his heightened senses.

“Thank you for staying with me Hunter” you whisper through the thick steam wafting over the pool. The thought of him naked in the water, just a few steps away from you sends a shiver through your whole body and you feel the heat pooling between your legs.

Stars, stay calm you try to control the visions overtaking you, flashes of his naked body and his hands all over you flickering through your mind.

You try to catch another glimpse at him past the billowing steam and through an opening you see him slowly treading through the water towards you, his eyes locking on yours, a look of concern on his face. The water reaches barely up to his lower stomach, exposing an ungodly amount of his luscious body, his caramel skin, toned chest and a tempting trail of hair running down his abdomen now illuminated by the silvery glow of the moons, you can’t break your gaze away but you are close to loosing control completely now.

“For someone happily relaxing in a hot bath your heart rate is concerningly high. Are you uncomfortable? Did you change your mind, do you want me to take you back to the Marauder?”

“No, I…I want to stay” is all you can stumble. Him being so concerned and caring is only adding fuel to the fire already burning inside you.

Hunter is right before you now, scanning your face for any signs of distress but the only thing he finds is your bright pink cheeks and dilated pupils.

He carefully brushes a loose strand of your hair from your face, his hand lingering a bit too long to go unnoticed.

“Is this because of me?” he whispers softly, a hint of trepidation in his voice. He lost count of how often he wanted to ask you this, when he felt your heart jump at his touch, when he sensed your eyes lingering on him, but he didn’t dare, knowing a no would destroy him. So he decided to remain oblivious instead of getting hurt. Until now.

You gaze up at him and there is no denying anymore, no hiding, so you nod, not able to voice what you feel for him. That you want him so badly.

And before you know whats happening his lips are on yours. His kiss is soft but quickly getting hungrier and messier. He pulls you closer to him sliding one arm around your waist and you intuitively wrap your legs around him feeling his already hardening cock pressing against your core.

He gasps at the sensation of you grinding your hips against him and breaks away from the kiss, looking deep into your eyes.

“Tell me you want this," Hunter's voice is a low, urgent whisper, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me you want me."

You lean back in to kiss him, desperate for his lips on yours and hungry for more but he breaks away again, searching your face for an answer.

“I’m your Sarge, I don’t want to take advantage of you, I need to hear you say it. Say you want me and I’ll give you everything.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his intense gaze. "I do, Hunter," you reply without hesitation, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want nothing more than you."

Before you can even finish your words, he pulls you closer again, his arms wrapping around you possessively. The warmth of his embrace fueling your hunger for him and when his lips crash against yours in another searing kiss, you melt into him completely, his tongue trailing along your lips pleating for access.

Your tongues entwine and Hunter's touch feeds the fire within you, every caress sending sparks of heat coursing through your veins. You feel his hands hungrily roaming over your body, down your chest, gently cupping your breasts, leaving a trail of longing wherever they touch you.

His hands slide down to your hips, one hand cupping your ass, pulling you closer as his lips trail down your neck, leaving a line of open mouthes kisses and soft bites in their wake. With each movement, you feel yourself melting into him, your body craving more of his touch and your pussy aching desperately for his attention.

"Stars, you feel amazing," Hunter murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I've been wanting this for so long."

A soft moan escapes your lips at his words, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the water around you. You feel his fingers trailing down to your throbbing core and you can't help but arch into his touch, desperately yearning for more.

He carefully slides his fingers between your slick folds, teasing your clit with a slow gentle rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, quickly building a tension that threatens to unravel you completely in his arms.

He keeps you steady, his strong arms easily holding you up, the water flowing around you, fingers trailing through your slit and finally with a slow, deliberate motion, he slides one finger inside you, giving you a taste of what you so desperately want. You gasp at the sensation of him entering you and arch into his hand, aching for more friction.

"Stars, you're so wet for me," Hunter whispers, his voice low and breathless.

You can't help but beg for more, craving the sensation of him deep inside you, filling you up completely. And as he picks up the pace and slides in another finger, you feel your body tightening, getting ready to explode with pleasure.

"Kriff, I love how responsive you are to my touch." he whispers in your ear, nibbling on your neck.

You let out a few lewd moans and gasps at his words, the sensation of his fingers driving you completely crazy. With each thrust, you feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. The tension in your core almost reaching it’s snapping point, two fingers pushing inside you and his thumb rubbing your clit.

And then, with a flick of his wrist, Hunter finds that perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Waves of ecstasy wash over you, rippling through your whole body, leaving you trembling in the wake of your orgasm as you cling to him for support.

“Stars, do you know how beautiful you look cuming all over my fingers?” he moans against your skin, looking at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the galaxy.

He slowly slides his fingers out of you to steady you against his chest while you catch your breath. You let out a low whine when he slips out of your core, leaving you feeling empty, and immediately desperate for more. You fumble around trying to reach his cock but he firmly holds you up, both hands under your thighs, his face buried between your breasts.

“Hungry, are we?” he grins up at you, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and sliding his fingers over your wet folds aching to be stretched again, drawing a couple of lewd sounds from you.

You tilt your head back when he captures your other nipple between his teeth and finally pulls you closer until you're straddling him in the water, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. You feel the pressure of his rock hard cock straining against your core, fueling your hunger for him even more.

"I need you," you whisper, your voice barely above a breathless moan, impatiently wiggling around in his arms to line him up at your entrance. When he carefully bites down on your neck, leaving a mark, while squeezing your breast with one hand, you are completely loosing any kind of self control, you might as well just beg.

"Hunter, kriff…please…fuck me"

He looks up finding your gaze and without a word, he guides himself inside you with a single deep thrust, his huge cock stretching you in all the right ways as he fills you completely. You gasp at the sensation of your pussy stretching around him, your body arching into his as he begins to move, each thrust giving you more of what you’ve been longing for ever since you joined the squad. He starts slowly, not far from teasing you, pulling out almost completely a few times, until only his tip rest inside you and then slamming back in until he is buried to the hilt.

The water around you amplifies every sensation, the gentle rocking motion only adding to the intensity of his thrusts. He increases his pace and with each push of his hips against yours, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak, your pussy already clenching around him.

“Fuck, not gonna last long like this” he groans “ …y..you feel too good around my cock…so tight…been dreaming about this too often…”

"I'm close," you whimper, your voice barely above a desperate plea. "Please, Hunter, don't stop."

With a low growl against your neck, he increases the intensity, each thrust pushing you further towards the brink of oblivion. You cling to him, nails digging into his back, grinding your hips against his, to take him as deep as possible until you feel the tip of his cock deliciously pressing against your cervix with every thrust. You wrap your arms around his neck your fingers finding hold in his hair, as you begin shaking, and with a shuddering gasp, you feel the tension in you snap and the first wave of pleasure crashing over you with an intensity you haven’t felt before, stars exploding before your eyes, your whole body trembling as you ride out the waves of your orgasm on his cock without slowing down.

He keeps fucking you through your high, drawing more moans and gasps from you until you feel him tense too, his length pressing even harder against your walls.

“Where do you want me?” he gasps.

“Inside” is all you can get out with a loud moan, your pussy still clenching around his cock and you feel Hunter's own release echoing yours, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. With a final thrust, he spills himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm cum as you both ride out the waves of pleasure ripping through you together.

You cling to each other, panting, your bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You let your fingers trail through his hair and softly trace the lines of his tattoo looking at him in awe, completely blissed out. He let’s his forehead rest against yours and you are exchanging soft loving kisses when you suddenly hear your comms crackle from somewhere beside the pool.

“Hunter are you listening… Hunter…Mini… “

“noooo Tech…leave them” you hear clattering and a voice in the background

“Hunter do you hear me? Even though Crosshair suggested you are not solely bathing but possibly engaging in intercourse I recommend you get out of the water. The time you spent there is unacceptable and will negatively affect your blood circulation. Mini… I’m sure you know that, you’re the medic. Do you hear me? It’s clearly been too long. Get out of ther…” the comm crackles again, weird noises and mumbling in the background until you hear Crosshair.

“Sorry for the interruption Sarge, I couldn’t stop him, just give us a sign when you’re headed back” and with that the comm falls silent again.

You can’t help but blush, feeling a bit exposed before the whole squad not even knowing where this is going or if it was just a one time thing. You desperately hope it’s not, when you said you want him, you meant it but you’re to afraid to ask how he is feeling, so you just revel in the heat radiating from his body drinking up every scent, every detail while it lasts, legs still wrapped around his waist, holding him close, fingers trailing trough his hair. Hunter nestles his head in your neck, pulling you even closer to his chest, leaving a few soft kisses along the way while his softening cock is slowly slipping out of you.

“Let’s get back to the Marauder then” he murmurs against your skin, “at least it seems they already suspect whats going on and appear to be ok with us being together…sleep in my bunk tonight?”

Your heart beams at his question, pounding in your chest.

“Guess that’s a yes” he chuckles, giving you one last loving kiss before he sets you on the edge of the pool to get ready for heading back to the ship.

[republicsecurity]

Optimized Resting Quarters

🛌 Optimized Resting Quarters: Rest assured, even in repose, our conscripts remain vigilant. The specially designed "cupboards" serve as sanctuaries for revitalization. These alcoves, intricately connected to the armored suits, provide a seamless environment for rest, sleep, and rejuvenation. The conscript rests, yet the readiness is never compromised.

💡 Symbiotic Connectivity: Embedded within the solitude of the alcove, the conscript enjoys a symbiotic relationship with the armor. Supply lines channel nourishment and energy, eliminating the need for interruptions. Waste evacuation ensures a perpetually refreshed state, an embodiment of efficiency.

🗣️ Whispers of Guidance: The ever-watchful AI, a digital companion within the helmet, whispers directives and counsel. It augments the conscript's decision-making prowess, enhancing the individual's contribution to the collective safety net. A seamless fusion of human and artificial intelligence ensures an unbroken chain of command.

In the quiet enclosure of the cupboard, RE440, his armor shedding the echoes of the day's patrol, stepped into the sanctum of rest. The alcove, a symphony of technology and comfort, greeted him like a familiar companion.

The seamless connection began, a choreography of interlocking components. The armor, an extension of his being, synchronized with the alcove, and RE440 felt the subtle embrace of the system. Nourishment lines engaged effortlessly, and as he indulged in the chow drawn through the straw in his helmet, he marveled at the efficiency of the integration.

The ambient hum of technology encased him, the nourishment straw providing sustenance while the waste evacuation mechanisms discreetly performed their duties. A marvel of engineering, designed not only to sustain but to rejuvenate, to prepare the enforcer for the challenges that awaited in the morrow.

With a deliberate motion, RE440 initiated the blackout sequence. The visor darkened, a curtain drawn over the outside world, and he embraced the shroud of slumber. The cupboards, these sanctuaries of respite, became a cocoon where the wearied conscript could rest, undisturbed by the external cacophony.

As the darkness enveloped him, RE440 surrendered to the lullaby of the AI's whispers, a melodic blend of directives and guidance. In the embrace of this technological haven, he drifted into the realm of dreams, the armored silhouette a silent guardian in repose, awaiting the call to rise once more.

In the dim recesses of the cupboard, RE440's slumber was abruptly disrupted as the gentle hum of his helmet's communication system whispered to life. The tranquil refuge became a nexus of awakening, the AI's dulcet tones urging him back to vigilance.

With a swift, practiced motion, RE440 terminated the blackout sequence. The visor transitioned from obsidian opacity to a translucent clarity, revealing the sterile ambiance of the alcove. As the nourishment lines disengaged, he stood ready, the armor once more a responsive second skin.

RE440 acknowledged the message, his voice modulated by the vocoder to convey a stoic determination. The brief interlude of rest was over, and the conscript within the armored cocoon prepared to reenter the currents of duty.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Listen I know that the medical/dental divide is one that perhaps spans multiple universes, but here are my questions: Do people on Gallifrey have to brush their teeth or are there more advanced tooth care methods? Do they produce plaque at all? Do they get dental related problems like cavities? Do children lose their baby teeth?

Gallifreyan Dental Care: The Basics

You'd think that a race as advanced as the Time Lords might have entirely bypassed the need for anything as mundane as brushing their teeth, but it's not that simple.

🪥 Do Gallifreyans Need to Brush Their Teeth?

In short: not really, but some will do it anyway. Gallifreyans are lucky enough to have teeth that are incredibly resistant to decay. Their enamel is super dense and can even repair itself, like how skin heals from a cut. So, while most of us have to spend a couple of minutes each day scrubbing away, Gallifreyans can sit back and let their biology do the work.

However, even this system has its limits. While their teeth stay in pretty good shape without the need for brushing, there's no real known mechanism for keeping their breath fresh. So, while you won't catch a Time Lord worrying too much about cavities, they still need to remedy that pungent early morning breath.

🧼 Do They Get Plaque and Cavities?

Gallifreyans are far less likely to experience tooth decay compared to humans. Their teeth are designed to withstand wear and tear, and their enamel's self-repairing nature means plaque buildup isn't much of an issue.

But let's not get too comfortable—Gallifreyans can definitely still have dental issues, and Dentists definitely have a role on Gallifrey. Fillings or crowns will still be needed, and in some cases, extraction is necessary if the damage is beyond repair.

🧒 Do Gallifreyan Childrene Lose Their Baby Teeth?

Yes, childrene who are loomed as physical kids do go through a phase of having baby teeth, just like human kids. However, not all Gallifreyans experience this, because some are loomed as physical adults, skipping the whole baby teeth phase entirely. For those with baby teeth, it's a pretty standard process—those little teeth fall out as they grow, making way for their adult set.

🦷 Gallifreyan Teeth Cleaning Devices

The following is all based on our very limited knowledge of how Gallifreyan showers work, so are more fun than real:

Say goodbye to the mundane and step into the future with Gallifreyan dental technology! Why settle for the ordinary when you can have extraordinary? Introducing the latest in oral care innovation—because your smile deserves the best the universe has to offer.

💡 LuminoMouth Cleanser: The Light of Perfection!: Tired of traditional brushing? Ditch the toothbrush and experience the ultimate in dental hygiene with the LuminoMouth Cleanser! This cutting-edge device harnesses the power of universal cleansing light to deep-clean your teeth like never before. Say hello to perfectly polished teeth, dazzling whiteness, and a breath so fresh that even the Daleks will be impressed.

🌬️ SonicFresh: Vibrate Your Way to a Healthier Smile!:Why waste time brushing when you can vibrate your way to dental perfection? The SonicFresh is not just a cleaning tool—it's a sonic experience. With high-frequency vibrations that gently massage your gums and dislodge pesky particles, this little marvel ensures your teeth are not just clean but also pristine. Perfect for those who demand more from their dental care, SonicFresh turns routine maintenance into a rejuvenating ritual. Your gums will thank you!

🌀 HydroCycler: The Ultimate Oral Spa Treatment!: Transform your daily routine into a luxurious spa experience with the HydroCycler! Combining pulses of refreshing water with invigorating essential oils, this multi-functional device does more than just clean—it revitalises your entire mouth. Feel the soothing rush of hydration as the HydroCycler flushes away the day’s grime, leaving you with a mouth so fresh, you'll feel like you've just stepped out of a waterfall.

🧊 CryoMist Refresher: Cool, Crisp, and Irresistible!: Need a quick refresh? Look no further than the CryoMist Refresher—your portable companion for minty-fresh breath in an instant! With a single spritz of our cooling mist, infused with aromatic compounds, you'll be ready to tackle whatever the universe throws at you. Perfect for on-the-go moments or after a close encounter with a Sontaran, the CryoMist keeps you cool, confident, and fresh. One spray, and you're good to go!

Get yours today and step into the future of oral care—because your smile deserves it!

Related:

📺|🧶👶What is looming and how does it exist alongside natural reproduction?: Overview of looming and its place alongside natural reproduction in Gallifreyan society.

💬|⏰💄Do Time Lords have a beauty industry?: The fashion trends and general attitudes towards clothes.

💬|⏰🏪Do Gallifreyans have grocery stores?: Food and food technology on Gallifrey.

Hope that helped! 😃

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

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[thedensworld]

Lover | Kim Mingyu

How you two get close

Lover Series🖤🌼

Pairing: Mingyu x reader (Joshua as non biological brother)

Genre: romance, angst, series

Note: sorry for late late update! Life has been busy lately 🤏

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Mingyu: Hyung, is it okay if I call your sister? I think I'm lost.

Anxiety crept over Mingyu as he awaited Joshua's reply to his text. His brows furrowed as he contemplated the situation. He wasn't naive; he had a keen sense of direction, and his ability to read maps had guided him through many places. However, this time, he found himself on an endless road, far from his intended destination – the hotel. He had been walking for nearly an hour, his patience wearing thin as he continued his fruitless search for the elusive lodging. Mingyu began to suspect a glitch in his map or GPS system, which had led him astray and now left him stranded in unfamiliar territory.

Shua: Totally fine.

Shua: But how on earth did you manage to get lost? Lol.

Mingyu: ikr :(

Mingyu: I'll call you later.

Mingyu's fingers tapped impatiently on his phone screen as he dialed Joshua's sister. The first two attempts went unanswered, leaving him to wrestle with mounting frustration. "Kim Mingyu, calm down," he muttered under his breath, willing himself to remain composed. On the third attempt, he was met with the sound of ringing before a voice answered on the other end. A polite greeting in Korean flowed from the speaker. Mingyu, momentarily taken aback, realized he was still using his Korean phone number, which explained the language preference.

"Hello," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of nerves. "I'm Mingyu, a member of Joshua's group."

There was a brief pause, followed by the woman's response, "Ah, is there something I can assist you with?" Collecting his thoughts, Mingyu explained his predicament to her, relieved as she comprehended his situation.

"It's not uncommon. Could you please share your location? I'd be happy to pick you up by car."

Gratefulness surged within Mingyu, and he quickly messaged his location via KakaoTalk. Exhaustion had overridden any resistance to her kindness; he waited in front of a shuttered shop, the clock edging towards 11 pm. Paris at night had a wild energy, evident in the unsteady steps of inebriated passersby. Though anxiety gnawed at him, Mingyu focused on projecting an image of calm indifference to the boisterous crowd. Yet, truth be told, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a drunk passerby carelessly kicked a steel garbage can.

After fifteen tense minutes, the approach of a car interrupted his thoughts. A call from Joshua's sister confirmed that this was her vehicle. "Hello, I'm near the shop you mentioned," Mingyu greeted, waving in the direction of the approaching car.

"Ah, there you are," she responded as the vehicle came to a halt. Mingyu's smile betrayed the relief coursing through him, the promise of a comfortable bed and a rejuvenating shower spurring him on.

The car's window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. "Oh, we met yesterday."

*

Once he was cleaned up, Mingyu took it upon himself to find your Instagram account. The brief drive back hadn't dulled his sense of gratitude, prompting him to offer you a late-night drink in appreciation. With a looming trip to Alsace on the horizon, the chance of another encounter with you was slim, hence his motivation was to make the most of the present moment. The hotel bar became a haven for conversation for both of you, Joshua and vacation plans becoming the backdrop to a more personal exchange. Mingyu soon noticed the dynamic of the conversation; you were an attentive listener, sharing very little about yourself.

This intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the enigma before him. He realized he knew little – your name, the duration of your residence in Paris, and your non-biological relationship with Joshua. That's it.

Settling onto the bed, Mingyu embarked on a digital search, scrolling through profiles of people with your name. A chuckle escaped him as he stumbled upon an account named after a fruit that also linked to your primary account, illuminating a glimpse into your life.

"Wow," he muttered, momentarily absorbed in his findings. Your identity as an editor at a prominent fashion magazine unfolded before him. Two contrasting personas emerged – one account spotlighted your professional accomplishments, the other a canvas for your private world, adorned with friends, aesthetics, and even a snapshot of you with Joshua's mother. Mingyu couldn't help but acknowledge that the evidence supported your relation to Joshua.

A sudden realization jolted him, prompting him to call his Shua Hyung.

"Hyung," he whined, seeking solace in Joshua's familiar voice.

"What's up? Have you made it to the hotel?" Mingyu hummed in affirmation, narrating the events of the day, including his unfortunate tardiness for the lunch reservation you had recommended.

"So, you met y/n in Paris before you even reached out to her? That's incredible," Joshua marveled. Mingyu's curiosity then led him to inquire about whether any other members had encountered you.

Joshua recollected how you had crossed paths with Seungcheol and Jeonghan during a visit to his apartment, revealing the varying levels of familiarity among them. "They were at my place when she showed up. Jeonghan probably knew about her from my conversations, but Seungcheol was taken aback – I still remember the surprise on his face that night."

Mingyu chimed in, sharing his experience of an hour-long chat with you at the hotel bar. "She was an amazing companion, a great listener," he noted, receiving a nod of agreement from Joshua. As the conversation flowed, Mingyu's musings shifted to the possibility of fostering a friendship with you.

"If I ask her to be a friend, she won't turn me down, right?"

*

Me: Have you arrived in Alsace?

Mingyu: Just touched down a few minutes ago. The vibe here is entirely different.

Mingyu: The scenery, the people, even the scent in the air.

Me: Isn't it fascinating? You must visit the spot I recommended, it's close to the station.

Me: The famed apple tart is eagerly awaiting your arrival...

Mingyu: I'm hoping they'll let me in with these suitcases.

Mingyu: /sent a photo showcasing his two pieces of luggage

Mingyu: I sent one ahead yesterday, by the way.

Me: Seems like you're all set for some Alsace-inspired OOTDs.

Me: And don't forget to pick up some basic language skills!

Mingyu: Language learning is no joke! I should've brought you along to help.

Mingyu: By the way, your photography skills were on point that day.

Me: Apologies, but my schedule's packed. Gotta run!

Mingyu: Take care and catch you later!

[rottenpumpkin13]

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This gave me an idea - Genesis sees Seph's blackheads and goes NUTS. Spa evening for the Firsts + Zack! Who would like what, who cries out the most while getting their legs waxed - what do you think? :D

• When they get there, Zack learns about the chocolate bath, a treatment where the person is bathed in melted chocolate. He immediately runs off to go do that.

Angeal: But Zack, don't you want to—

Zack: SHUSH. Do NOT take this away from me.

• Sephiroth is put off by the idea of a seaweed wrap and "the curious room of suffocating heat" (sauna), so he opts for a massage.

Sephiroth: What does "happy ending" mean? Is that a different kind of massage?

Genesis: .....Yup. It's one where they give you candy at the end!

Sephiroth: Hm. That sounds harmless. I'll try it out.

Genesis: You go do that!

• Meanwhile Genesis heads off to the sauna. He's big on the whole anti-aging, detox, skin rejuvenation thing.

• Angeal opts for a mani-pedi that'll give him ample opportunity to rant about his friends to the nail techs.

Angeal: And it feels like they don't even listen to me! Do you have any idea how many times I have to remind Genesis to take his vitamins? He has a weak immune system and is prone to infections! And Sephiroth! Just because the mako in his body deters the contraction of colds doesn't mean he needs to go out without a shirt in the middle of the winter! And don't get me started on Zack! He—oh, I'm sorry! Am I boring you?

• Genesis finishes up in the sauna and goes looking for Zack. He opens the door to the baths and sees Zack sitting in an empty bathtub, his hand shaking as he holds a silly straw. His face is covered in chocolate.

Genesis: Did you...did you drink the whole bath??

Zack: Don't judge me.

Genesis: ZACK!

Zack: I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER!

Genesis: YOU CAN'T EVEN MOVE!

Zack: WHY MOVE WHEN I CAN BASK IN JOY?

Genesis: YOU NEED TO—Why do I hear boss music playing?

• Sephiroth, red in the face, comes at him with a piece of bamboo. Genesis doubles over laughing.

Genesis: Hey, Seph! Did you enjoy your mass—OW! OW! QUIT IT! OW! HELP!

Sephiroth: THAT *thwack* WASN'T *thwack* CANDY *thwack* YOU INSUFFERABLE *thwack* BASTARD! *thwack thwack thwack*

• Angeal shows up doing that funny walk people do when their nails and toenails are wet.

Angeal: Hey! *blows on nails* Stop murdering each other! *blows on nails* Stop—ah, you know what? I don't care.

• He walks away. Sephiroth drags Genesis to the nearest pool to attempt to drown him. Zack sits there, unmoving in the empty bath.

Zack: Guys? Guys! Don't just leave me here!

Zack:

Zack: Ooh! There's still some chocolate on the edge of the tub!

[girl-tips]

[vertigoblockbuster]

Info Dump: Ardra Nakshatra

In vedic astrology, Rudra is the ruling deity of Ardra nakshatra, the 6th lunar mansion in the Hindu zodiacal system. Rudra is a form of Lord Shiva the Destroyer. Within Hinduism Shiva is one of three principle deities, the other two being Lord Vishnu and Lord Brahma. In extremely simple terms, Brahma is the creator of the universe, Vishnu is the preserver of it, and Shiva destroys it to recreate a new universe.

Rudra is very different from the other gods. Rather than desiring nice clothing and adornments, Rudra prefers to wear animal skin and tree bark. A graveyard is his preferred dwelling place over a peaceful home. He doesn't wash or cut his hair and searches for a deeper meaning that he values above all earthly comforts. One who has Rudra nakshatras (Ardra, Mula, and the two Bhadrapadas) prevalent in their birth chart has the power to unleash their anger onto untrue, impure things. Lies, harmful people, and corrupt institutions are the types of animals Rudra hunts. Evil is washed away by his storms and a clean slate is made available for good things to manifest.

Shiva is eternal and therefore is not literally "born," instead he is an embodiment of an energy that existed in Brahma first. The story of Rudra's "birth" from Brahma goes like this: Brahma worked hard to create beings to help him in forming the universe. When they disobeyed him because they did not want to mingle with lower earthly things, Brahma understood their reasoning but was simultaneously furious at their disobedience. His rage built up between his eyes (think of how we scrunch our faces when we become angry) and when he pulled it out of his head it took the form of a howling baby that was purple and androgynous, Rudra.

To help Brahma in his creation of the universe, Rudra was instructed to separate his male and female forms and make eleven copies of himself so that they could reproduce together. These beings formed from Brahma's fury were full of anger and threatened to destroy the world that he was attempting to create. Brahma instructed Rudra to control his anger by meditating. Rudra threw himself into yoga to conquer his mind and become peaceful. Brahma was pleased with the work that Rudra had done on himself and renamed him Shiva. Literally translated, Rudra means the "howler" or the "most frightening one" while Shiva means "calm" or "benevolent." Rudra's self-mastery through yoga is why he is revered as one of the original masters of the practice, another being Brahma. Rudra is perhaps a more notable yogic master because of the inner rage he had to conquer within himself. His path to self-control was more challenging because he is the embodiment of Brahma's anger.

When used unhealthily, this destructive force is inflicted on innocent people and things around the native with Rudra influencing their chart. It can also be turned inward by the native onto themselves. Here we can see the archetype of the tortured bad boy or the tragic bad girl. No superficiality is tolerated (at least not comfortably) at this point in the zodiac and must be destroyed, including one's own character.

Some of the symbology associated with Ardra includes the color green (Ardra translating to mean moist one or fresh one), a jewel, a human head and a teardrop. The color green reminds us of the rich landscape of a forest after a storm. After a violent downpour the plant life is hydrated, nourished, and rejuvenated. Here is a reminder that storms, while frightening experiences best avoided from a superficial standpoint, are not only beautiful on a deeper level but necessary for growth. This same principle can easily be extended to human beings and is the major lesson we learn from Ardra nakshatra: Anger is not bad. We need anger. The challenge is directing it properly.

The symbol of the jewel evokes ideas of the formation of diamonds. It is commonly known that tremendous heat and pressure are required to form diamonds, and that they are held around the world to be extremely valuable. Again, we are brought back to the idea of using our turbulent, angry emotions (think of the heat and pressure required for a diamond to form) as tools to create a life that we truly value (the diamond itself).

The human head and teardrop are associated with Ardra because it is a nakshatra of intellect, deep reflection, and also of anguish and suffering. Crying has been said to be a remedy for those with prominent Ardra placements in their chart because it releases pent up emotions. After crying we are left with a clean emotional slate and there is now space to recreate ourselves.

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I credit Vic Dicara for the information on the story of Rudra/Shiva. Please check out his YouTube channel Vic Dicara's Astrology if you are interested in learning about vedic astrology.

[ayurwellness]

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[popcornforone]

Whiskers

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fic

Happy Freaky Feral Frankie Friday Besties. All my Frankie fics have been kinda soft so far, minimal smut more about the relationship. That changes today. Frankie & you are really going to enjoy this, I hope.

Synopsis: Your not expecting your boyfriend Frankie home from his mission until Sunday, but when you get home on Friday night, he’s waiting for you & you can’t wait to feel his Whiskers trail across your skin.

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: DONT NOT READ IF YOH ARE UNDER 18! Oral Sex female Receiving, fingering, PIV sex, teasing, lusting, sucking, kissing, swearing, pining, needs. This is a long term established relationship.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. It’s always appreciated. Please let me know any feed back at all. Enjoy.

Beep… beep… it’s usually on silent your phone, always at work, & especially as you’re about to have a 3 day weekend & have lots to get done. Your boyfriend should be home late on Sunday after a dangerous flying mission. He’s been uncontactable for the last 2 weeks. Highly classified, you’re not even sure he can tell you what’s gone down when he does eventually get back. But you’re looking forward to his return & the way you always celebrate his returns to your arms & bed.

“Sorry” you say to your boss who raises an eyebrow. You’re such a diligent worker that you get away with the occasional look at your phone. The message is from your sister asking you how you are coping without your boyfriend. You’ve not called her as much as you usually do when he’s away, your now getting used to him not being there a little bit, but deep down inside your missing the way your Catfish treats you like his princess. You quickly reply & go back to your work, diligent as ever making sure everything is as up to date as it can before you click the out of office button.

You head to the salon after work to get a pedicure, Frankie likes your toes pristine. You always take good care of them but a quick foot massage & a repaint always makes you have a little spring in your step. It’s also a nice way to start the weekend off with some me time. Those hand soothing the work stress away. When you are all done & your toes are now baby blue, you go to pay, but the woman shakes her head. “We have a card for you on our system. It says to directly take payment from there” you recognise the last 4 digits on the card as Frankie’s & smile. “Clearly my boyfriend wants to treat me then” you say as your put your purse back in your hand bag & head home. Rejuvenated & ready for a quiet Friday night.

The second you unlock the front door you know. You can sense it & smell it. Frankie is home. You can smell his scent which isn’t potent but it’s a aftershave you only connect with your catfish. It’s straight up your nostrils & you instantly feel aroused. He’s here or he has been here if he’s then popped out again. “Frankie?!” You say & it echos around your house. You put your keys on the side & take your hand bag & shoes off. “Baby are you home?” You’re trying to control how excited your voice is, but you’re not falling anyone with those tones. They are eager to find him & you are wondering if this is a game. But then you hear the floorboard creaking 3 steps behind you. You know it’s him & you can’t wait to be smothered by him & for those hands to connect with you.

“Baby” he eventually whispers in your ear as a sigh & burys his head into the crook of your neck. “I missed you” “not as much as I missed you Frankie” your hurry the words out of your mouth before you instantly turn your head & pepper his left cheek with kisses. It doesn’t take too much encouragement for him to turn his face to you before he holds yours. Eyes trapped the second they lay eyes on each other. Back under each others spell as the making out begins.

His mouth is a stranger to start, a two week mission always makes you tentative to first kiss him. What if he’s been changed, what if he doesn’t want you, what if he’s found someone else? These thoughts always cross your mind as your lips lock. But then he always runs his fat flat thumb across your lips when you break & he says “it’s still me baby, I’m still your Catfish” his eyes dazzling at you under his baseball cap. You then toss the hat across the room, to see how messy his hair is. He doesn’t need the hat anymore, he’s home & your his comfort & what he’s about to do to you once these precious welcome home kisses are completed, will make up for lost time indeed.

“When did you get home Frankie?” You pur desperate for friction, it’s heavy your words as you pant. You always forget how much you kiss this man’s touch. “Last night, but I came to see you as quickly as I could, didn’t think you’d appreciate the 4am wake up.” He’s moved his hands to your hips as he can see them already moving against him. It’s hard for him to control himself at the best of times, let alone when he’s not been with you for a fortnight. “I’d have called in sick today, we now have even more lost time to make up for Morales” your eyes dance into his as you feel his chest heave with yours. All these sentences are just filling the small gaps from each embraces. Squeezing them in because kisses are more important than words.”I wouldn’t have minded at all Frankie” your arms go around his shoulders & as he leans into you, you both tumble to the floor on top of the rug in your lounge.

Frankie assaults your neck with kisses, short & sweet each one but it makes you moan the more he does it. His T-shirt is off in a few seconds. A grey blur flys the same way his hat did as your hands go for his chest. His perfect body. He might not have the body of Gosling or a model but Frankie’s body is perfect for you & you can read it like a book. The little hairs prickle you as you run your hands through it, before you get to his wild curls. He needs a haircut but you like it thick, more time to play with it, really get your hands into it & you love the moans he makes as you do that to his head. “Baby I’ve missed your touch so much” he groans as his hands fumble with the zipper on your jeans. The sensation of your boyfriend peeling your skinny jeans from your body, makes your hips move. Sensual pleasure is on its way.

“Frankie, my frankie” “shhh baby, shhhh”he starts by sucking your toes “baby blue for my baby girl?” He asks, you nod while biting your bottom lip “only for you frankie, it’s always all for you” your body remembers how to move. It might have only been 2 weeks but it’s rhythm lets him know you are more than ready for pleasure. His large hands caress your tiny ankles, feeling how smooth & rounded they are as his lips move up your legs. You lie there enjoying every second wanting to grip the rug, but you know it’s too soon for that. The knees receive the next kisses but then he reaches your thighs. His kisses now firmer & longer, occasionally feeling his teeth graze across your flesh. He holds your waist to stop you from moving but neither of you can control your body. You boyfriend is back & nothing can stop the two of you.

“White lace…” he says as he trails his hand over the thin material. “You wore these thinking I wasn’t going to be here, well I’m glad I got back early, it would have been such a waste.” His thumb pushes some of the lace from your knickers inside you. He can feel how wet you already are, desperate for your man to indulge in your delight. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked already,” you moan at Frankies deep words that make you move even more. “Best take these off then” The sensation of the material he just pushed into your entrance leaving your body makes you gasp. Being exposed for him as his hands roll your kickers over your thighs, the way he lowers your knee before they are released from your feet. A quick sniff of them before he puts them in his back pocket of his arse hugging jeans “for later my love” Frankie groans as he pulls your knees apart.

The smile on his face looking at you slick is devilish. “My my someone is ready for desire, did you miss me that much baby” Frankie says, these word make you flutter, your covered tummy rising & falling with each breath. “Yes frankie, I missed my catfish, I missed my whiskers” “I have whiskers you say?” He smirks, eyes dilating by the second watching you almost come apart at just his words & you being ready for what he delivers. He likes when you call his moustache whiskers. He knows that is code for you wanting oral, for him to lap away at your pussy, to make you moan so much that his penis will effortlessly slide it once you are done to bring you even more desire. He will get his cock sucked just not until you’re both satisfied & unlike most guys you’ve been with, Frankie is more than happy to wait to attend your needs first. He secretly, not that he would tell anyone other than you, enjoys making you cum on his tongue, milking you of your juices for every drop. He loves the feel of it.

“I could be a rascal & make you beg for this, but I am as impatient as you” Frankie leans across to the arm chair to get you a cushion to prop up against. He wants you to watch how masterful his mouth is. Once you’re a little more upright, Frankie kneels in between your thighs & sticks his index & middle finger inside his mouth & starts to suck. The noises he makes are explicit, as he slowly lowers himself down as he lubes up his own digits. Never breaking eye contact from you as you just stare at him, & watch his suck. “Am I not already wet enough baby?” You roll your hips a little & lick your lips, expecting pleasure soon. Frankie raises an eyebrow at you as his fingers slowly leave his mouth, saliva dripping down them,”yes you are, but more can never hurt.” Frankies reply is muffled by your moan as he slowly rocks his two fingers into your entrance, edging their way it. So long & thick, & it is a slow motion. It just feels exquisite & you want nothing more than for this man’s fingers to pleasure you in any way they can for the rest of your life.

“Frankie” it’s a shallow whimper as he starts to move his fingers inside you as his thumb slides over your clit. “Does my girl like this? Did she miss this? Does she want everything?” he says deeply, eyes dilated, watching your body convulse & relax & start to go through the pleasurable motions. The look of desire coming back from both of you. “Make me yours Morales” the moan crawls from a deep place in your throat as you just keep rolling for him. You pelvis finds its rhythm against his fingers, so thick & rampant. He keeps darting hie eyes between the blissed out look on your face & his hand. Each lip bite, each eye roll, each shade of red you turn from the heat coursing it’s way through your body, flushing you cheeks, makes him never want to leave again. But the squelching as he takes you with his fingers, watching your arousal grow & your hips move, it makes him want more. He’s hardening inside his jeans, he knows his tip is leaking but he’s selfless when it comes to moments like this & he wants your orgasm to hit you full on.

“Even on my fingers, you’re so tight baby” he says, a boyish look in his eyes before they becomes transfixed on your pleasure. Watching it move & seeing how well you take him. That’s all he needs. His lip are pouting & he slowly lowers his head, fully between your thighs, smelling your essence. & then the moan you make. Oh & what a moan it is. His tongue has made contact with your clit. Leisurely he starts knowing how much more there is to come. Clockwise actions making your body convulse, not knowing how to let the pleasure out, as your hand finally gives in grabbing the rug below you, turning your knuckles white from the grip. His fingers still making you feel good but now as his licks turn into sucks, your legs open further. Allowing him all the room he needs to make sure you cum inside his mouth.

“Frankie” you gasp. Your fire ignited. Feeling those whiskers graze across your sensitive bud. He slowly removes his pulsing throbbing fingers from inside you. You thought they were sodden before they went inside your core, but now the trail is no longer your catfishes saliva, it’s your juice. It’s thick & sticky & you notice as your eyes start to glaze over & you miss the feel of his fingers, to see Frankie suck on them. Trickles he has to stop from escaping, wanting to taste as much of you as possible. “Now that was a good taster…” he says with a grin on his face like it’s his birthday. “… but I want my snack”. You don’t protest, your body just responds to Frankies oral assault on your entrance. His head dispersing back inside your thighs, trying to to calm your legs around his head, trying to spread them for as much space as he needs. He’s a good lover & knows exactly what to do to get your libido on high alert.

Each brush of his whiskers makes you gasp, his tongue cleaning you for all it’s worth, lapping up every last drop of your arousal. Your clit wanting more attention than it’s getting as your body rocks into Frankies face as he pleasures you. “Don’t stop baby, so good” you say amongst your oh fucks & long drawn out yeses, as your hands move to his head. Massaging & playing with his luscious locks while he sends you over the edge of desire. Each lick & suck is making you over stimulate, expecting your desire to crash overboard at any second. “Frankie please please” it’s barely audible, surrounded by your sighs & whimpering. He places his flat thumb on your clit, to make sure he gets completely covered in your slick in a few moments time. He wants you to see the sticky mess you are about to make on his face. He’s smiling moaning & lapping & licking away at your pussy, his jeans becoming an issue, he needs to release soon, they are starting to constrict. Something telling him you’re not making it out of this room at all tonight.

“Baby oh baby fuck yes, like that, I’m so close please” you can feel each swipe. Such a large tongue, the prickle of his moustache, those whiskers will be the first thing drenched when you let go. The hand that’s not stimulating you, gripping into your thigh. He’s pushing into you hard. His nose rubbing against your flesh. His thumb speeding up. His moans getting deeper. It’s all too much “FRANKIE!” If your neighbours didn’t know you were home they do now. With a large fist full of the rug bellow you in your hand, your head jolts back as you cum, feeling every desire explode & then collapse inside you. “Oooh fuck yesss” it’s like your body is electrified, every nerve & sense is screaming in excitement as you spill & Frankies gets to enjoy more of your precious desire, which he continues to lap at as your body slows down.

You’re still panting & seeing heaven when Frankie stops. You don’t recall when he did exactly but you can feel his lips on yours. They are drenched & tangy & taste if you. He holds your head as he makes out with you. You’re brought back to your sense when you hear his belt clink. “Baby, do you know how good you are?” the first words to come out of your mouth are hoarse, from your moaning once he stops kissing you. His face is gleaming, like a glazed doughnut. “From your moaning baby, yes I think I’m pretty decent.” His lips return to yours, tongues dancing together in passion, as he finds the hem of your tshirt to free you from it.

“It’s all in your whiskers baby,” you giggles as you stroke his face & look at the desire in his eyes. He takes your thumbs & glides them across his moustache, the residue coating the tips. He places one of your thumbs in his mouth & you suck the other. “I don’t want to waste one drop my love” his hands heading for your bra strap to free your breasts. He’s ready for him to experience his own pleasure.

“Frankie, what if I’d had plans tonight?” You moan as you stop sucking your thumb, your own taste still lingering on your lips. “I have a feeling they’d have been cancelled” he says as he looks at the breasts he’s just exposed, his mouth instantly latching on to a nipple to suck on your body again. He slowly lies you down on the rug as he shuffles off his jeans, for you to realise he was commando underneath. His body pressed hard against yours as his hand glides down your side, getting you in position, making all the goosebumps appear. Feeling his own erection get harder as his flesh connects with you.

“Oooh Catfish I need more” you moan, your hips ready for desire already trying to thrust against him. “More than just my whiskers?” he says as he stops sucking your nipple & glides his head up your chest, his whiskers feeling so erotic as they scrape your neck. “Well I guess it’s time was got to the main event” he just smiles at you & watches your face beam & then turn dark with desire. Your earlier slick making his entrance smooth & as he bottoms out & moans at the feeling of being fully inside you, he looks down into your eyes. Filled with love. His fingers were good, they always are, but the feeling of his penis hitting the spot, delights you to the point where you’re speechless, but desperately begging for more. He holds your chin & says “I never want to leave this moment” before Frankie starts to roll his hips & the love making commences.

[swasthasyayurveda]

How to Detox Your Body Naturally with Ayurveda

In today’s fast-paced world, our bodies are constantly exposed to toxins — through processed foods, pollution, stress, and irregular routines. Over time, these toxins (known as “Ama” in Ayurveda) accumulate in the body and disrupt our natural balance, leading to fatigue, poor digestion, skin issues, and even chronic illnesses.

Ayurveda, the ancient Indian system of holistic healing, offers powerful yet gentle ways to cleanse the body, boost immunity, and restore vitality. Here’s how you can detox your body naturally with Ayurvedic practices:

What Is Ama (Toxin) in Ayurveda?

In Ayurveda, “Ama” refers to the toxic waste that builds up due to poor digestion and unhealthy lifestyle habits. It is considered the root cause of many diseases. Detoxification helps eliminate this Ama from the digestive tract and tissues, rejuvenating the body and mind.

Signs You Need an Ayurvedic Detox

Constant fatigue or heaviness

Sluggish digestion or bloating

Bad breath or coated tongue

Acne or dull skin

Brain fog or low mood

Poor immunity or frequent illness

If you’re experiencing any of these symptoms, it’s a sign that your body may need a gentle reset.

Ayurvedic Ways to Detox the Body

1. Start Your Day with Warm Water

Drinking warm water (with lemon or a pinch of turmeric) first thing in the morning flushes out toxins and kickstarts digestion.

2. Follow a Simple Detox Diet

Eat light, easily digestible, and nourishing foods for a few days:

Kitchari (a mix of rice, lentils, and spices) is the ideal detox meal.

Avoid dairy, sugar, processed foods, caffeine, and fried items.

Focus on fresh fruits, steamed vegetables, herbal teas, and spices like cumin, ginger, and fennel.

3. Use Detoxifying Herbs

Triphala: A mild laxative that cleanses the colon.

Neem: Purifies the blood and clears the skin.

Turmeric: Supports liver detox and reduces inflammation. Always consult an Ayurvedic expert before using herbs regularly.

4. Practice Abhyanga (Oil Massage)

Daily self-massage with warm sesame oil boosts circulation, relaxes the body, and draws out toxins from deeper tissues.

5. Sweat It Out

Gentle activities like yoga, walking, or even a warm bath help open the pores and eliminate toxins through sweat.

6. Follow Dinacharya (Daily Routine)

Consistency is key. Waking up early, eating meals at regular times, and going to bed before 10 PM help align your body’s natural rhythms and support detox.

7. Panchakarma — The Ultimate Detox

For deeper detoxification, Ayurveda recommends Panchakarma — a series of personalized, therapeutic treatments under the guidance of an Ayurvedic practitioner. It involves techniques like oil therapy, enemas, steam, and herbal cleansing, and should be done seasonally or as advised.

Final Thoughts

Detox doesn’t have to mean harsh diets or extreme fasting. With Ayurveda, you can support your body’s natural cleansing process in a gentle, nourishing, and sustainable way. By following these Ayurvedic detox practices, you’ll feel lighter, more energized, and more in tune with your body.

Listen to your body, detox with care, and embrace holistic wellness the Ayurvedic way.