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milla984 · 11 months

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With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different.

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?”

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing.

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed.

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?”

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly.

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs.

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again.

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear.

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit.

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled.

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance.

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff.

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open.

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood.

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs.

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile.

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

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NB: I don't really have an Aaron Hotchner fic taglist 'cause I usually write about Spencer Reid but if you wish to be tagged in future Hotch-centric works (SFW or not, who knows?) you can either send me an ask or leave a comment below.

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nikadd · 2 months

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poll for my fellow readers of both fanfic and regular literature

NOTES:

not including multiple narrators as a separate category because the story can still utilize either first or third for each of the narrators.

purposefully excluding omniscient 3rd person for this specific poll, because i wanted to see specifically the preference for a point of view that comes from a character rather than an unspecified, omniscient source.

don't care abt 2nd pov

also i don't care abt stuff like "if it's written well" or "depends on the fandom". just say "no preference" if you feel like you don't have a strong enough opinion on pov

#it's valeriia talking #pls reblog for a larger pool :)#ive recently found out that some ppl's strong preference is the opposite of mine and i didnt know that. so i wanna know more

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dev1lm4n · 1 year

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winter coat

read pt. 2 offering here!

pairing: jackson-era!joel miller x f!reader

summary: in which you gave a blowjob to trade for a winter coat back in the dark days, little do you know, that same guy is now your neighbor.

warnings: explicit (18+), details of blowjob, prostitution, unspecified age gap.

word count: 1.3k

notes: this is my first time writing a proper fic so im so sorry if i fucked things up ^^

The last time you saw that man was from a rather precarious point of view. A sight in which only a selected few could indulge in, perhaps several of his actual lovers from the old world and a line of nameless whores from the new world. You in particular fall in the nameless whores category, which sounds faintly depressing if you were to go into detail, but it's not the worst thing per say. You'd say that it's a fair trade for a winter coat.

An incredibly warm winter coat that's fucking lined with actual padding and not the shitty fraying kind either. To add on to that, it comes in a pretty periwinkle shade. Frigid temperatures, brisk winds, and snow wouldn't be as agonizing with the new addition. It's not a terrible view either, especially if you were to focus more on the little things happening all around you in contrast to the elephant in the room.

Your blown out pupils somehow managed to make out the figure that's standing in front of you, hazily focusing on one thing before searching for another to be interested in. First point of interest being the beads of sweat that's dribbling down his jugular vein, following each and every curves of his clavicle until it dipped all the way down his sun-kissed skin and onto the thick of his flannel. He's always wearing flannels. You're not sure if that's some sort of fashion choice he made or if it's just a consequence to the fucked up new world order.

Either way, your interest made it's way upwards towards the scruff patch right around his jaw. Right underneath the thin line of grimace he wore. How he bit his curved lip, sandwiching it between his canines before letting out what seems to be a deep groan. Was it of blissful pleasure or of annoyance that you weren't enveloping his cock further than he desired? You couldn't decide just yet when your glossy eyes flickered towards his eyes.

His gaze was penetrating the air all around you, if that was even possible to begin with. It's dull and tired as if he hadn't slept for days on end. Crow's feets provided what you felt was a sweet decoration on each corners of his half-lidded eyes. He's furrowing, the small wrinkles between his eyebrows and the broader ones on his forehead scrunched up just the right amount. You'd chalk up that he's a lot older than you. Probably has seen how jolly life was like before humanity went under. You were having the time of your life scrutinizing his every delectable features when you could feel yourself being pushed even further against the thick of his cock.

Enough that your nose is grazing right where his shaft ends. Enough to have you breathless and moaning against his warm tip. He's getting rougher and way more sloppy you think. The sloshing noises grew lewd and deafening. A drop of pre-cum trickled down the ends of your gaping lips, smeared onto the polyester of your lengthy shirt. Arousal steamed your vision and clouded your hearing. He was heavy against the base of your tongue, but you're not in any position to complain. Not when you're willingly kneeling for him, letting him fuck your throat with wild abandon, just for you to trade with a nice pair of winter coat.

That man is now standing in front of you once again and you're about to loose it. This time, he's only showing glimpses of his ruggedness from behind a comically large front door. His glare traveled with unnerving thoroughness. Up and down, left to right, as if deciding whether or not you're a threat to the integrity of his house. Everything in your pretty little mind is telling you to bolt out of his front doorstep. Erase the trail that you've left in the chilly white snow. Trade back the flours, eggs, and chocolate you picked up on the market. Forget you've ever thought of showing some odd version of hospitality by baking soft cookies for the new neighbors. But you stood there, frozen.

A puff of air escaped your lips as you opened it ever so slightly to come up with an excuse, to churn up every last bit of your courage to greet him. To greet Joel Miller who you used to whore yourself up to earn a few more ration cards, a few more jackets and socks, or maybe some moonshine to drown your pathetic life with.

He took a step forward, out of the shadow and into an array of orange emitted from the afternoon sun. You thought that perhaps he's decided that you're either pretty enough to entertain or dumb enough not to be a hassle. You couldn't be certain, but he sure has the same ol' grimace accentuating the bows of his lips. God. He even still had those pretty curly locks that came hand in hand with his eyes, even when it's greying on multiple ends. You could even swear that he still had on the same flannel that he used when you blow him for a winter coat. He's still.. handsome no matter how many years passed by. Your homemade cookies shook in its basket as you staggered backwards, maintaining a healthy distance that your pounding heart could tolerate.

Maybe if you rationalize this, things will start being okay. Maybe this situation isn't as bad as you think it is. Maybe.. maybe he forgot who you were. He's dealt with whores of your kind every day of the week, right? You're almost one hundred percent sure that you're not the first and definitely not the last gal to use their bodies as a currency in this fucked up apocalyptic world. So, logically speaking, he shouldn't have remembered any of their faces. He shouldn't have remembered your face.

Unfortunately for you, Joel Miller doesn't work by the logics and he's here calling you out by your real name. It rolled off his tongue like thick honey. Smoothly, but with just enough caution. He used the version that you've only told a handful of people, even when you're in the safe embrace of Jackson. The version that you don't remember telling him, but apparently you did in the midst of doing unspeakable things with him. You were aghasted. Realization hit you like a truck, but what absolutely demolished your sanity was the fact that he remembered even after all these years. He remembered the name of the whore he's fucked.

"Hi," you squeaked out. "Hello," he parroted out an equally dry greeting, almost as if he's mocking how much tension grew between the two. You swallowed the liquid bile that's piling up in your trachea, only then are you able to bring your hand forward to offer a stupid basket of cookies. Stupid because you've done little to none research on who your new neighbors was and thought that chocolate chip cookies were a good gift to a smuggler. Joel Miller was all things at once, but never a cookie guy. "I see you're still wearin' that coat." Joel reached over for the basket you've presented, craddling the stiff handle with his large calloused fingers. You knew exactly what he's talking about.

You're still wearing that damned periwinkle winter coat you traded for. The same one you've sucked his cock for like years ago. You turned pink at the thought, embarassed and mortified. It's not like you didn't get a chance to earn new winter equipments here in Jackson. It's just that nothing ever came close to how soft the padding on this damned coat is. "Yeah." You nodded. "Still warm." That's all you had to offer to him, before you trudged back hastily into your doorstep. Clumsily shutting the door close, while he continued to watch from a distance.

Curious.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #the last of us imagine #the last of us fic

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zhongrin · 2 years

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𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊

❝ 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌… ❞

❝ 𝗁𝗆? 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾? ….. 𝗈𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾? ❞

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⬙⤠ your lips are mine ◇ ayato, itto, xiao, zhongli, al haitham ❦⊘

⬙⤠ “i’m gonna go water some flowers, okay?” ◇ ayato, childe, heizou, zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ drunk (on you) ◇ zhongli, diluc, ayato, kazuha, xiao, al haitham ♨︎❦⊘

⬙⤠ dragon behavior studies ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ how elegant ◇ zhongli ⊘❦

⬙⤠ airplane shenanigans ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ behind the screen ◇ zhongli ◇ kaeya, diluc ◇ xiao, kazuha, cyno ⾎㊏⊘

⬙⤠ needy baby ◇ zhongli, childe, kazuha, al haitham ♨︎❦⊘

⬙⤠ rule two hundred and sixty nine ◇ zhongli ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ sayang ◇ ayato, childe, diluc, kazuha, xiao, zhongli, albedo ❦

⬙⤠ your throne, my love ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, xiao, thoma ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ regret ◇ scaramouche ⾎☔︎

⬙⤠ bad influence ◇ zhongli, xiao, al haitham, ayato ⊘

⬙⤠ midnight drive date ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ you are my cup of tea ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ pregnancy ◇ zhongli ❦⊘

⬙⤠ more to love ◇ zhongli ♨︎❦

⬙⤠ homecoming ◇ ayato ☔︎

⬙⤠ i store the memories of you in a locked box ◇ zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham ❦

⬙⤠ "i'd choose you." ◇ zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham, ayato, heizou, albedo, scaramouche, childe, diluc, kaeya, itto, gorou, thoma, tighnari ❦

⬙⤠ you awaken something in me ◇ zhongli, xiao, al haitham ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ about childe ◇ childe ☔︎❦

⬙⤠ mating rituals (hybrid!au) ◇ zhongli, childe, diluc, xiao ❦

⬙⤠ a letter for you ◇ albedo, heizou, dottore ❦

⬙⤠ — "a forest ranger’s guide on how to read a 🦊 fennec fox’s mood" by [name] ◇ tighnari ❦

⬙⤠ flowers for you, my dear 💐 ◇ zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham, heizou, albedo ❦

⬙⤠ repayment (mafia!au) ◇ zhongli ◇ [one] [two] ♨︎

⬙⤠ kangen ◇ zhongli, al haitham, xiao, kazuha ❦

⬙⤠ hold you close to my heart ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao, al haitham, thoma, scaramouche ❦

⬙⤠ gemesin ◇ zhongli, xiao, childe, al haitham, tighnari, kazuha, cyno, scaramouche, diluc ❦

#masterlist #navi

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cripplecharacters · 23 days

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Complex Dissociative Disorders Terminology: A Basic Primer

[Large text: DID Terminology: A Basic Primer]

Here are some common terms you may see when researching complex dissociative disorders!

Basic Terms

[Large Text: Basic Terms]

Dissociation - An internal feeling of disconnect between one's body, history, thoughts, emotions, memories, acts, and/or environment. Not everyone who experiences dissociation has a dissociative disorder. Dissociation is a common coping mechanism in times of stress.

Alter - A dissociated part of a personality that failed to integrate into the self due to trauma. These parts may have their own age, gender, needs, wants, sexuality, species, memories, actions, urges, opinions, skills, abilities, etc.

Fragment - An alter who is not fully “fleshed out” or differentiated. They may have a single function, emotion, or memory.

System - The entire collection of alters in one body

Front - The alter who is “in front” or “fronting” is aware of the outside world, and controlling the body.

Switch - “to switch” is to change what alter is fronting (controlling the body). This can be slow or fast, planned or unplanned, accidental or intentionality.

Co-consciousness (co-con) - When two or more alters are aware of the outside world they are co-conscious.

Passive Influence - When an alter who is not currently fronting affects the fronting alter. This can be in the form of memories, thoughts, emotions, desires, preferences, actions, etc.

Splitting - To split is to create a new alter

Amnesia - partial or complete loss of memory (not exclusive to CDD)

Disorders

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Complex Dissociative Disorder (CDD) - An umbrella term for all dissociative disorders that cause systems. This list includes Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Other Specified Dissociative Disorder Type 1 (OSDD-1), Unspecified Dissociative Disorder (UDD), and Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder (P-DID).

Dissociative Disorder - To quote https://did-research.org/ “a disorder characterized by a separation of consciousness from emotion, sensation, memory, personal history, sense of self, or sense of reality.”

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) - DID is characterised by two or more dissociative self-states "Alters" that are linked to some degree of amnesia and are capable of assuming executive control.

Other Specified Dissociative Disorder Type 1 (OSDD-1) - OSDD-1 is a disorder that is very similar to DID but lacks fully differentiated selves (type 1a) or amnesia (type 1b). OSDD in general is a category of dissociative disorders that while not fitting the criteria for any other dissociative disorder, can still be specified.

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder (UDD) - A category of disorders that can not be labeled, or are unable to be fully understood. This diagnosis is most often applied in crises or emergencies.

Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder (P-DID) - As outlined by the International Classification of Diseases is a condition similar to DID where “One personality state is dominant and normally functions in daily life, but is intruded upon by one or more non-dominant personality states (dissociative intrusions).” Essentially one alter is always in front, but they regularly experience passive influence or co-consciousness.

Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) - This is a former term for DID. The name was changed because DID is not a personality disorder, it’s a dissociative disorder. Many people today find this term insensitive, outdated, and offensive, although some systems may choose to self-identify with the term.

The Theory of Structural Dissociation (TOSD)

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This is the current understanding of how dissociative disorders as well as other disorders caused by trauma are formed and function. To quote https://did-research.org/ “this theory centers around an inability to integrate traumatic memories and materials into one’s primary personality, sense of self, and self history that results in an overall inability to integrate parts.”

To learn more about anything referenced above I would recommend checking out https://did-research.org/

Thanks, Mod Patch

#mod patch #long post #cdd representation

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wheelie-sick · 3 months

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Explaining dysphagia

Dysphagia is simultaneously a symptom and a diagnosable condition. Most people think of it (if they think of it at all) as the choking on food disease but in reality it's much more complicated than that.

There are four categories of dysphagia: oropharyngeal, esophageal, esophagogastric, and paraesophageal

only two of those categories (oropharyngeal and esophageal) are commonly used and diagnosed so those are the main two I'll be talking about.

The diagnosis of dysphagia is a fairly complicated process involving a lot of radiological testing and things stuck up your nose and down your throat.

lost the source :(

source

the ICD 10 further divides dysphagia into unspecified, oral phase, oropharyngeal phase, pharyngeal phase, pharyngoesophageal phase, and other dysphagia which includes cervical dysphagia and neurogenic dysphagia

Oropharyngeal dysphagia

Oropharyngeal dysphagia occurs when someone has difficulty initiating a swallow. It's often accompanied by coughing, choking, feeling food stick in the throat, and nasal regurgitation. Other symptoms include frequent repetitive swallows, frequent throat clearing, a gargly voice after meals, hoarse voice, nasal speech and dysarthria, drooling, and recurrent pneumonia.

Oropharyngeal dysphagia is diagnosed with a modified barium swallow and/or a transnasal video endoscopy.

Some of the consequences of oropharyngeal dysphagia include aspiration pneumonia, upper respiratory infections, and weight loss. Common treatment includes rehabilitative swallowing exercises, botox, surgery, and/or a feeding tube.

Esophageal Dysphagia

Esophageal dysphagia is dysphagia where there is a problem with the passage of food or liquids through the esophagus between the upper and lower esophageal sphincter. Esophageal dysphagia is usually a result of abnormal motility in the esophagus or a physical obstruction to the esophagus. Symptoms of esophageal dysphagia vary depending on cause.

Motility: People with esophageal motility disorders will experience problems with swallowing both liquids and solids. Motility disorders consist of abnormal numbers of contractions in the esophagus, abnormal velocity of contractions, abnormal force of contractions, abnormal coordinated timing of contractions, or several of these simultaneously. People with esophageal motility disorders may also experience spasms or chest pain.

Obstruction: People with an esophageal obstruction will have more difficulty swallowing solids than liquids.

Some symptoms of both include pain when swallowing, the inability to swallow, sensation of food being stuck in your throat or chest, drooling, and regurgitation.

Esophageal dysphagia can be diagnosed with a barium swallow, upper endoscopy, esophageal manometry, and an endoFLIP.

Some common treatments for esophageal dysphagia include medication, esophageal dilation, surgery, stent placement, and/or a feeding tube.

Esophagogastric Dysphagia

Esophagogastric dysphagia occurs when there is a problem with material passing from the lower esophageal sphincter into the gastric fundus.

Paraesophageal Dysphagia

Paraesophageal dysphagia occurs when the esophagus is narrowed due to extrinsic compression.

The ICD 10 Classifications

Oral phase - difficulty moving food or liquid to the back of the throat

Oropharyngeal phase - difficulty initiating swallowing

Pharyngeal phase - difficulty swallowing when food or liquid is at the top of the throat

Pharyngoesophageal phase - unable to find information

Other dysphagia- cervical dysphagia (caused by problems with the cervical spine) or neurogenic dysphagia (caused by problems with the central or peripheral nervous system)

Sources

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+ some others I definitely (/sarcasm) didn't lose the link to

#dysphagia #neurological disability #physical disability #physically disabled #undescribed

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revenant-coining · 3 months

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Invivirensfish

[pt: Invivirensfish /end pt]

[id: a rectangular flag with 5 horizontal stripes. stripe size as follows, medium, thin, thick, thin, medium, and colors in this order from top to bottom: dark green, green, light green, green, dark green. /end id]

Invivirensfish: an inviane term connected to the image below; an image of a blurry light bluish-green kelp forest from beneath the surface, with a school of fish visible.

[ids: a transparent image, an image of a blurry light bluish-green kelp forest from beneath the surface, with a school of fish visible, and another transparent image. /end id]

Etymology: invi, “virens” latin for green, fish

for cam!

@radiomogai , @thecoffeecrew404 , @inviane-archive

[id: a dark blue line divider. /end id]

#🪼 creations #invivirensfish #inviane #liom #mogai #category: invianes #category: unspecified

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citruslullabies · 2 months

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Hello! So this is my first time ever doing a request so I hope it’s good! But could you do Dogday x Reader/Angel, where Angel gets injured really badly and ends up getting impaled by metal and ends up needing to get the metal ripped out and sewn up?? Maybe dogday could comfort the reader during it?? I’m so sorry if that’s too much!! Okay that’s all really have a nice day/night!

Of course sweetie!

Trigger warnings: blood, injury, near-death experience

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: anonymous

Category: angst + fluffy end

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x injured!reader

Word count: 518

Angelic Wounds

Dogday was forever in your favor, you were his angel and his light. His dreams and his hope, he would be absolutely crushed if anything happened to you.

He was a little ways away from you, hesitant due to a gut feeling but separated so he could scrounge up whatever scarce food there was in this place for you, Poppy, Kissy Missy, and himself but he was more so looking for you three. He found a few things, he got lucky and they were in cans. One of them he was a little scared to bring back since he could tell one of the small ones got its grimy little teeth sunk into it.

The canine was storing the cans in a dingy little bag he found, leaving the busted one to thenside to just hold with his paw in case it was still any good. Couldn't be too picky when you were desperate to survive. He was peaceful until his ears practically shot off his head when he heard a scream that sounded like a bobcat, quickly looking up and looking in the direction it came from. Was it… no it couldn't be you. Right? You always handled yourself so well, it couldn't be you - but it was. He knew it and ran hot on his heels to get to you.

He found you on the floor, sobbing your eyes out with a piece of metal through your arm. You were trying to pry it off but it was heavy and deep, much to you and Dogday’s dismay. Your companion ran over to you in a hurry, panicking and holding you close. “Angel!?” He asked, looking at your arm and carefully resting his paw below the wound. “What happened!?”

“I- I don't know! It just… it just fell out of nowhere and I didn't move in time-” You said, struggling through hiccups and sobs. He nodded and understood that accidents were bound to happen, he carefully went through your backpack and got some bandages. With love and care, he tended to you just as you tended to him once before. He stitched you up, despite your cries and blood touching his fur breaking his heart he persevered and fixed you up before bandaging the stitches. He held you tightly.

While you cried from the pain, he couldn't help but cry too. He cried knowing he could have lost you if he wasn't any faster, but he also cried knowing that if he had stayed with you and listened to his gut to stay near this wouldn't have happened. He carefully rubbed you back while sitting back and having you in his lap. He never wanted to feel your blood against his paw pads, never wanted to see you cry in pain and agony while desperately trying to escape the feeling like a hopeless cat turned into road pudding.

“Shh.. shh.. Angel, it's okay. It's okay now. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you alone.” He cooed, pressing his head against yours with his big floppy ear scrunched between your faces.

A wounded angel could still fly, luckily.

Thanks for requesting!

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #dogday #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #poppy’s playtime x reader #poppy playtime 3 #poppys playtime #dogday x you #smiling critters dogday #poppy playtime dogday

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Like a Cowboy Part 1 of 4 | kmg x reader

Rating: M (MINORS DNI) | Word Count: ~5.7k

Summary: Maintaining a homestead can be exhausting. Luckily, you've got a super hot cowboy husband who's got enough energy to do it all and take care of you once the work is done.

Setting: not modern, unspecified time period probs early 1900s idk

Reader notes: shorter than gyu, horny as fuck for their cowboy husband, a lil shy during sex, has a vagina and breasts, gets carried by mingyu

Warnings: they are super in love, like 2 spanks, some nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, he holds reader down, unprotected sex (p in v), he cums inside, size kink, aftercare, MINORS DNI I'LL KICK YOU

You wake up to an empty bed, the cold sheets telling you Mingyu has been gone for hours already. As much as you wish you could open your eyes to his handsome face, you know he has tasks to complete.

Maintaining a homestead is hard work; your horses need to be fed and exercised, your cows need to be milked, your crops need to be watered. He insists on doing it all himself, saying that when you agreed to be his wife, he promised to take care of you always. You argue that with your help, the chores could be finished in half the time and you could spend more of your day together. Mingyu knows this makes sense, but in truth, he likes doing the work.

He likes crawling into bed with you at night, feeling the ache in his bones and the warmth in his heart, knowing he spent the day tending to the home you built together.

After getting up and dressing for the day, you begin to go about your own chores. With winter approaching, there is much work to be done. You start with the canning, sorting fruits and vegetables into categories that make sense to no one but you. It’s a tedious process but you know that, in the future, you’ll be grateful to have produce to eat once the freeze has hit. You move onto taking stock of your cellar, counting smoked meats and fish. The salmon is getting low, you note, counting backwards to decide how long you could put off your next fishing trip.

And perhaps also wondering if you’d be able to convince Mingyu to swim with you in the cold river, remembering how his muscles tensed as he shivered and pulled you closer-

Stop getting distracted!

You decide to work on the knitting next, knowing that Mingyu tore his favorite sweater beyond repair and will be pouting as soon as the temperature drops. The needles clack as your hands move and your mind wanders, a breeze from the open window providing relief from the lingering summer heat.

Your hair shifts with the wind and you glance outside - at the perfect moment apparently - as Mingyu lifts his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his brow. Your eyes glaze over a bit when you get a flash of his strong abdomen, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch his smooth skin. You stare for just a second more before shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the warm, syrupy feeling that overtook your body. You try to force your mind back to the task at hand; considering only briefly bringing him some water, simply because he needs to stay hydrated.

Not because of how he looks when he’s drinking! And definitely not because of how sharp his jawline is or how the tendons in his neck stand out or how he always lets water drip from the corners of his mouth down his throat to his pecs then down his stomach-

Anyway! You know that the less you interrupt him, the sooner he’ll return to you. And the sooner you’ll stop feeling so hot.

Mingyu smiles to himself when he sees you get distracted by the little show he put on for you. Did he need to wipe the sweat from his forehead? Yes. Did he have a rag in his back pocket he could’ve used instead of pulling up his shirt? Also yes. He just can’t get enough of the way you react to him. He’d known (hoped) you found him attractive before you married, but it wasn’t until you’d moved into your home that he discovered just how you felt.

The hitch in your breath when he places his hand on your lower back to move past you in the kitchen. The heat in your cheeks when he pulls you closer in the bed you share. The haze in your eyes when he gently grasps your chin to tilt your head up for a kiss. The shiver that runs down your spine when you realize, for the millionth time, how much bigger he is than you.

Mingyu loves it all.

And does he ever reciprocate.

Falling asleep beside you every night feels like magic. Waking up next to you every morning feels surreal. Knowing that he can pull you closer, in the bed you shared, and that you want him to do so? That you like it?

Bliss.

His breath still catches in his chest when you smile at him, even when its the smile that tells him he’s just done something really stupid. Especially when it's the smile that tells him he’s just done something really stupid.

He still can’t believe you’re his wife. That you walked down the aisle to meet him, matching tears in your eyes, and promised to love him forever. He doesn’t know what he did in his past life to be blessed enough to have married you. He must’ve saved a village or fed the hungry or something, because every day with you is more than he’s ever wanted or thought he deserved.

Shaking his head, Mingyu returns his attention to tilling the field. He realizes he’s been going over the same spot for a few minutes now, and has to reorient himself before he can start again. Thinking about what seeds should go where helps him focus. He remembers how sad you were last autumn when the ground froze before the pumpkins were ready, and resolves to plant those next. Wiping the sweat off his brow again, this time with the rag, he goes back to his work, thinking about what you’ll make together for dinner.

Once you are able to clear thoughts of Mingyu from your mind, you really hit your stride on his new sweater. Your fingers and wrists ache by the time you lift your head, only to realize that the sun is going down and you forgot to eat lunch. Wilting a little when you see that you’re barely halfway done with the torso, you curse your husband for being so tall and large and handsome and sweet. You set aside your project for the night and stand to stretch, lifting your hands above your head and jumping out of your skin when you feel arms wrap around your waist.

“Mingyu,” slapping his forearm, you turn in his hold quickly. “You scared me half to death! Why did you sneak up like that?”

“Baby,” he chuckles, tightening his arms around you. “I bumped into the doorway, the table, and the chair. I was making noise so I wouldn’t startle you, I don’t know how you didn’t hear me.”

Furrowing your brow, you squint up at him as if you don’t quite believe him. “You ran into three different things just to make noise?”

Mingyu flushes a little, eyes taking a quick trip around the room before admitting that the first was on purpose and the second two were accidents.

You nod, winding your arms around his neck and touching at his hair before grimacing at the sweat and pulling away. “That makes more sense.”

He playfully glares at you before asking, “What, baby, don’t like me sweaty?” and somehow crowding even closer to you than before.

Mingyu smiles at you, nose scrunched and canines on full display, and leans down to place gentle kisses on your neck. You feel his damp forehead on your jaw and cringe, trying to pull away before giving up, realizing you won’t be going anywhere until he releases you.

“Honey, I always like you but you’re literally dripping right now,” you whine and arch away as best you can. This presses your stomach tighter to his hips and you flush a bit when you realize he’s half hard.

His smile shifts into a predatory smirk, eyes half-lidded and tongue wetting his lips. “Funny, I like you even more when you’re dripping.”

You gasp, hitting his chest and feeling heat rush to your cheeks. You really shouldn’t be so scandalized; Mingyu has always been a flirt and he tends to be far more overt than you, but you haven’t even had dinner yet!

“Mingyu, it‘s barely 6 in the evening! We have things to do!”

“Honey, your point would be better made if you weren’t currently petting me,” his eyes flick down to your hand, which is still on his chest, caressing the muscle and flesh there.

Your eyebrows shoot up and you start to remove it, but Mingyu catches it in his much larger one and trails them both down, following the path your eyes took earlier. Your reservations melt away the further your hands move, your fingers catching on the warm ridges of his abdomen. Your eyes flutter when he pulls your hand under his shirt to feel his hot skin, his muscles tensing under your touch. His breathing grows unsteady when you begin to explore on your own, your fingers drifting down the center of his chest before tracing the sharp lines of his hipbones.

Mingyu’s hand stops yours at his belt, his eyebrows pinching together and his chin tilting up, “Thought I was too sweaty for you?”

You blink up at him innocently, your fingers playing with his belt buckle and your lip between your teeth. “You are, and seeing as you got me all sweaty too, why don’t we take a quick shower before dinner?”

Your stomach grumbles loudly, sabotaging your counter-seduction and sending heat to your cheeks once again. His brows, pinched before in challenge, furrow further with concern. “Baby, when was the last time you ate?” Your eyes flick up and to the side in an attempt to remember, before Mingyu shakes his head and says, “If you have to think about it, it’s been too long.”

Pouting, you allow him to remove your hand from his belt and pull you towards the kitchen. “How about breakfast for dinner?”

He grabs eggs from the cupboard and bacon from the icebox, placing both on the butcher block and turning to retrieve veggies from the pantry. You light the gas stove as he returns, moving to the sink to wash your hands and hearing Mingyu clear his throat before he settles his hands on your shoulders.

Your heart clenches, knowing that he didn’t want to scare you again. He squeezes, feeling a knot under his thumb and beginning to work it out. You sink into him, tilting your head away to give him more space. He speaks softly, gently, promising that his shower will be quick and he’ll be back down to help you soon. You nod and turn your head for a kiss, which he grants with pleasure, before he brushes his thumbs down the sides of your neck and leaves. He bumps his hip into the counter on the way out and you hear muffled curses all the way up from the second floor.

You giggle to yourself, picturing your husband sulkily rubbing the tender spot and trudging up the stairs. You set the bacon to fry in your favorite cast iron and begin chopping the vegetables. Now that you’re aware of your hunger, you’re starting to feel ravenous. The potatoes, onions, and peppers sizzle as they join the bacon, sending out a delicious aroma and making your stomach grumble again. You snack on some bread as you stir, shoving the rest in your mouth when you hear the shower turn off. You chew quickly, hoping to finish before Mingyu returns and scolds you for possibly ruining your appetite.

He rounds the corner just as you swallow, and you turn to send him a hopefully not guilty looking smile. He squints quizzically at you before you distract him with the eggs, requesting that he cracks them into the pan as you stir. He grabs three in each massive hand, winking at you and cracking them one by one. You stare at him flatly, stirring the breakfast scramble and wishing his hands were on you instead.

He sets the table as you empty the pan onto two plates, Mingyu’s portion almost double the size of yours. He gives you a look before spooning some from his plate onto yours. Admonished, you return the look before setting the plates down on the table as he pours you both water from the pitcher you keep full.

You eat quickly in comfortable silence, Mingyu shoveling three bites in his mouth to your one and playing with your fingers from across the table. You tap your foot on his, he lifts a brow at you and, at your shrug, returns to inhaling his food. When you first got married and moved into the farmhouse, you truly used to be concerned for him. To the point where you’d researched how to save someone from choking, should the need ever arise. Somehow, he never has and you can only thank your lucky stars because you aren’t sure if you could wrap your arms around him enough to help.

Mingyu finishes first, standing to wash his plate and begin cleaning the cast iron. You eat with haste now that his back is turned, knowing that the only thing standing between you and getting your hands on him is the food before you. Your speed rivals his now and you stand soon after him, going to wash your own plate before he snatches it out of your hands. “The cook never cleans,” he says authoritatively, turning to wash your plate and place it next to his on the drying rack. He dries his hands before reaching one out to you, and as soon as you place yours within his grasp, he begins tugging you toward the stairs.

You race up together, giggling and stumbling over each other, bursting into your room like newlyweds. Your hands immediately go to his shirt, itching to pick up where you left off and near desperate to feel his taut, warm skin. He stills your hands and you glare up at him questioningly. He shoots you a teasing smile, moving your hands from his shirt to your own, “Gotta wash up first, right baby?”

You let out a dramatic sigh but, knowing he’s right, turn away and begin to unbutton your blouse. He pouts behind you, having hoped he’d get to watch you undress but understanding you still felt the weight of propriety. You finish removing your shirt and he blushes as you fling it at him with a smile before heading to the bathroom to prepare for bed. In your absence, Mingyu begins undressing himself, hoping desperately you won’t notice that he’s already almost fully hard.

Sighing loudly, he runs his hand through his hair and begins turning down the bed, lighting the oil lamps on each side and fluffing the pillows. He speeds to the chest to pull another blanket out, expecting the temperature to drop tonight as autumn approaches. Mingyu’s not sure why he’s so nervous, especially considering the display he put on today and how he flirted with you after, but you just make him flustered; thinking about getting to see you and touch you and feel you… Thinking about running his hands over your soft skin, digging his fingers into the plush of your hips and thighs, hearing you moan and sigh and whimper for him. It’s almost too much, sometimes, thinking about the privilege of knowing you like this for the rest of his life.

Mingyu jumps when you open the door, looking gorgeous in your night dress and dewy skin. Your fingers play with the fabric, you seem almost as nervous as him. This releases the tension in Mingyu’s shoulders, the corners of his mouth turning up in fondness and hand reaching out to you again. You let him take your hand in his and he walks backwards, pulling you closer to the bed. You don’t know where to look, wanting to hold his gaze but feeling your eyes drifting down to his bare skin. Skin that's been tempting you all day, skin he teased you with. Skin that's now shifting over his muscles as he flexes for you, breaking the ice and causing you to let out a giggle. He gives you a petulant look, whining, “Don’t laugh at your husband, he loves you too much.”

You smile teasingly at him, “And I love him, especially when he puts those big, strong muscles to use and carries me to bed.” You extend your arms towards him, expecting him to wrap his own around your waist and walk you to bed as he so often does. Instead, you find yourself shrieking out a “Mingyu!” when he hoists you up over his shoulder, leaving you face to face with his firm, round ass. You’re trying so hard not to grab a handful when a loud smack echoes in the room and your own ass begins stinging.

Mingyu freezes, his hand moved before his brain could stop it, and he’s never hit you before. He’s about to apologize when he notices your thighs clenching together, and, on second thought, asks if he should do it again.

Your whole face heats, you’re almost certain he can feel it, but you can’t bring yourself to say no. You squirm a bit in his hold, wondering how much longer he'll keep you like this, blood rushing to your head and making you feel dizzy. Yes, that’s definitely why you’re dizzy, not because he spanked you and you liked it.

“I won’t do it again unless you say yes,” Mingyu prompts you with a soft, yet firm, voice. You blanch at the thought of being so open with him, but reminding yourself that he’s your husband and he loves you, you force out, “Yes, I liked it.”

He spanks you again, right where your ass meets your thigh, and you whine. You feel a shiver move through his body before he’s tossing you (with care) onto the bed. His canines flash at you as he smiles, looking a bit like a wolf with the sharpness of his teeth and the heat in his eyes. “That’s all you needed to say, honey.”

Mingyu’s hands start inching your nightdress upwards, fingers swirling against the skin of your legs and slowly pushing your thighs apart as he goes. Once your dress reaches your undergarments, he stops and shifts to hold himself above you. Holding your gaze, he drops his hips into the space between your thighs and grinds into you. His length presses against you through three layers of fabric, but you can feel his heat like there’s nothing keeping him from you. You have just enough time to wonder when exactly he grew to full hardness before he leans down and kisses you stupid.

Your brows raise and your hands fly to his face, holding him to you as if he’d ever want to leave. Mingyu groans into your lips, thumbing your chin and running his tongue along your bottom lip. You open for him, blooming beneath him and relaxing into the pillows as his tongue slides between your lips, gliding along your own. His hand cradles the side of your face and your hips rise to meet his. He presses back before hooking a hand around your knee and hitching your leg up on his hip; you take the hint and wrap both legs fully around his waist, feeling him lean into you further. You whimper into his mouth when his next grind catches your clit and he answers with a moan as his hand drifts down to your hip and pulls you up to meet him.

He breaks away to press kisses down your neck, nibbling along the way and continuing to grind into you. His lips reach your collarbone and begin sucking his mark into your skin, teeth joining because he knows it’ll make your thighs clench around him. When he feels the squeeze, he bites down further and you whine out, “Mingyu, please!”

He detaches from your skin with a pop, smiling down at you and brushing his thumb over the mark he’d just made. “Please what, honey? How can I know if you don’t tell me?”

You stare him down, nervous about being so candid but, knowing he can and will wait you out, you answer.

“Please touch me, I want you to touch me.”

The heat in his eyes grows as his smile shrinks, hands unwrapping your legs from his hips and moving to pull your underwear down.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You lift your hips to assist him, returning his gaze as he lifts one foot out, then the other. Holding you by the ankles, he places your feet shoulder width apart and shifts down the bed to lay between them. His hands are smoothing up your thighs when he notices how tightly you’re holding them together and, sensing your self consciousness, rises to remove his own pants and underwear.

Your eyes valiantly attempt to stay on his face before they flicker down to the length hanging between his legs. His size intimidated you at first but now it just makes your mouth water as you remember the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you up. You unconsciously relax your legs as he climbs back onto the bed, his hands gripping your nightgown and his brow raising. You sit up and raise your arms, catching his grin through the fabric passing over your head, and settle back down. He passes his fingers over the mark on your collarbone again and drifts them down, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin before him.

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he presses kisses down your sternum and rests his chin there before popping up and pecking you on the lips. You giggle and he smiles back, returning his attention to your breasts. Your nipples had grown hard under his warm hands and he leans down to suck one into his mouth, lightly digging his teeth into the flesh and tugging. You squirm beneath him and he brings a knee up to give you something to grind on, moving to suck your other nipple and tweaking the one he just left. He can feel your wet heat pressing into his thigh and he clenches it on your next downward thrust, feeling gratified at your moan. He gives your nipple one last bite and moves to smooth kisses down your stomach, his leg leaving you in the process. You whine a bit and he shushes you as his fingers sink between your thighs, feeling at the wetness that had gathered.

“Oh, honey, baby,” Mingyu sighs out, “I shouldn’t have kept you waiting so long.” His fingers press deeper, one dipping into you shallowly, before moving up to circle your clit. Your hips rise up into his touch and your eyes flutter closed when his middle finger slides into you, curling up once his knuckles brush your pussy. You let out a little moan, Mingyu nodding as if he knew what you meant, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”

On the next thrust, his ring finger joins in and you can feel the metal of his wedding band graze your entrance. You whine and he moans back, fingers stilling deep inside of you and beginning to curl instead. “Eyes on me, baby, please.”

You force your eyes open and look down at Mingyu, holding in a whimper at the sight of him between your legs, looking at you with such hunger. He holds your gaze as he leans down and slowly flicks his tongue at your clit, groaning at the taste. His own eyes slide shut for a split second before he’s licking at your clit again, faster and harder and wetter. His fingers are still curling within you, searching at different depths to find the one spot that makes you-

“Mingyu! Again, please!” You breathe out, hips bucking up before he slams them back down and starts rubbing at that rough patch. His fingers curl into you again and again, lips sucking at your clit and pulling it into his mouth in pulses. The hand holding your hips down leaves you, only to wrap underneath your thigh and stretch over your stomach to press you into the bed. Your thighs shake around his head, his ears ringing with your moans and whimpers and his own groans vibrating into you. His tongue starts tapping your clit, even as he’s sucking it into his mouth, and your back arches clear off the mattress. You call out his name as he buries his head deeper between your thighs and shakes it side to side a little. Heat shoots through you and your thighs tense around him, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, your pussy squeezing at his fingers.

“Getting closer, honey?” Mingyu asks while he catches his breath, reveling in the sounds leaving you and grinding his hips down into the sheets.

“Yes, yes, baby, please, I’m almost there. Please don’t stop,” you moaned out shakily. Sucking your clit back into his mouth, he shakes his head and you can almost hear him saying don’t worry honey I won’t stop. On his next pull, your hands leave the sheets, one flying to his head and the other holding tight to the arm banding across your belly. You keen as he works a third finger in, pressing and rubbing incessantly at the spot deep inside you. Mingyu whines into you, hips digging into the mattress to stave off his own climax, and starts running his tongue up and down your clit in powerful strokes. You break apart under him, release washing over you and curling your body up around his. He works you through it, slowing his fingers and lightening the pressure, keeping his tongue still for you to grind on until you’re finished.

Your thighs are still twitching and he can see your clit pulsing as he withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth to get an extra taste of you. He kisses his way back up your body, holding your face in his hands and pressing a closed mouth kiss upon your lips. Your tongue slides between them, seeking out his own and he groans at the thought of you tasting yourself in his mouth. His hips press into you reflexively and he shivers when your legs wrap around him and his cock meets your wet heat. “Can you take another, baby? Do you want to?”

You’re nodding before he finishes speaking, digging your heels into his ass to pull him deeper into you and reaching down to stroke his cock before lining it up with your entrance. He has to take a steadying breath when he feels your small hand wrap around him, noting (as always) that your fingers can’t even touch each other.

Once he’s sure he won’t cum the second he feels you, he shifts his hips and begins to press into you. You let out a gasping moan and his head drops to your shoulder, panting at the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “Fuck, baby, just give me a second. Okay, honey? Just need to stay here for a second, just for a bit,” Mingyu manages to bite out through gritted teeth.

He’s so big inside of you, reaching so deep and filling you up so well, but you try to be good and stop squirming, stop clenching around him. The squirming, you can help. The clenching, you can’t. He moans out a breath, feeling your cunt squeezing around him and knowing it’s because he just made you cum, because he just split you open.

“Gyu, please move,” you whine, and taking a fortifying breath, he nods. He pulls his hips back until he can see his cock shining with your wetness, and sinks back into you with a groan. You tilt your hips up to receive him and that’s it, he can’t hold back anymore.

His hips pick up the pace until he’s pounding you into the mattress, one hand lifting your hip and the other bracing himself next to your head. Your gasps and whines echo off the walls and he can’t help but say, “Fuck, baby, I love you so much. Can’t believe you’re my wife, that I get to do this with you, that you want me to do this with you.”

Your wandering hands settle on his face and pull him down into a sweet kiss, juxtaposed by his hips bruising your own and his cock making room inside you with each thrust.

“Love you, Gyu. Wouldn’t want this with anyone else, just you,” you breathe out shakily, running a hand through his hair and cupping his cheek. He presses a searing kiss onto your lips before sitting up on his knees and hauling you into his lap. Your hands fall to the pillow under your head and push against the headboard as he picks up the pace, fucking into you so deep your head tilts back and you release a string of moans so loud, you’re thankful for your lack of neighbors.

“You like this, baby? You want me deeper?” Mingyu groans out, even though he’s bottoming out inside you and can’t go any deeper. He’ll find a way if you ask. “Yes, Gyu, yes I love it,” you whine. “Deeper, harder, please!”

Mingyu nods before hooking each knee in an elbow and bending down to kiss you with his hands beside your head, effectively folding you in half. You keen at the new angle, unable to keep up with his kiss as he starts to hit that spot inside you, the one that makes you gush.

He whines as he feels you get even wetter, easing his passage further and allowing him to fit that last little bit of his cock inside you. You whine back, feeling that familiar heat rising in your belly as your pussy starts to clench tighter around him, making him feel even bigger inside you.

“Honey, I’m not gonna last.” Mingyu forces out. “You’re close, right? I can feel you squeezing me.” You moan and nod in response, begging him don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.

“Not gonna stop, honey, I won’t ever stop. God, I wish I could fuck you forever.”

He looks so beautiful above you; pink, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes scrunching closed then blinking open so he can look at you, hair brushing his forehead and dampening with sweat. You’re so entranced by him your climax catches you off guard, triggered by a perfect thrust and the hand that released your leg and drifted down unseen to rub at your clit. You throw your head back into the pillow and Mingyu groans at the sight, at the long line of your neck and his mark on your collarbone and your perfect mouth open in bliss. He keeps fucking into you long enough to help you ride out your release, until you start begging him to cum inside you.

“Mingyu, please baby, give it to me, I wanna feel you,” you whimper. He lets out a broken moan at your words and, unable to hold back any longer, empties his balls inside you. His hot cum spills deep inside, a warm feeling spreading through your lower belly and sending your hand down to press where you feel it. Mingyu buries his head in your neck and tries to catch his breath, arm shaking beside you and his other hand finding yours on your stomach. Your fingers intertwine and he shifts back to smile at you with so much love in his eyes you almost tear up. Then he lets your leg down and starts to pull out of you and you really do tear up, hand shooting to his hip, “Can you just stay inside for a while? Please?“

Mingyu looks into your teary eyes and his face softens further, “Of course, baby, whatever you want.” You send a watery smile back at him and wrap your legs around his waist again, arms snaking around his neck and hugging him to you. He settles in, bracing his weight on his forearms and stroking your hair with one hand, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. Once your heart returns to its normal pace, you unwind your arms from his neck and start playing with his hair. He hums into your shoulder and rises with a sleepy smile, giving you a sweet kiss and asking if he can pull out and clean you up now.

You nod blearily back at him and he pulls away, leaving an emptiness inside of you and his cum seeping out of you. He returns quickly with a damp towel, cleaning you up gently before lifting you into his arms. You groan in protest but he just kisses your head and whispers, “Just gonna take a little rinse, okay, baby? Don’t want to sleep all sweaty.”

Sighing, you nod.

You know he’s right.

The water is warm when he steps in, still cradling you in his arms. He lets your legs down but holds you up still, swaying from side to side and rubbing your back. Suspended at his height like this, your hair doesn’t have to get wet and you can rest your head in his neck. “Will you stay tomorrow morning? I can get up earlier. I just want to wake up next to you,” you breathe into his skin.

Mingyu’s heart thumps under yours and his breath hitches before he answers, “Of course, baby. I want to wake up next to you too.”

He holds you closer, and with his big hands making their way up and down your back, it’s no wonder you’re falling asleep as he steps out of the shower. He sets you on the counter and dries you off carefully, making sure to be gentle between your thighs and kissing you on the forehead before picking you up again. He carries you back into the bedroom, miraculously not hitting you or himself on anything, and places you gently on the bed.

Pulling the covers over your body, he brushes the back of his hand down your cheek before climbing in next to you. You immediately roll over to face him, a sleepy smile on your face and your hands reaching out to pull yourself closer to him. He returns your smile, eyes barely open but full of love, and gathers you up into his arms. You both let out a twin sigh and, knowing he’ll still be holding you when you wake up, drift off to sleep.

PART TWO

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spandexbutterfly4lyfe · 6 months

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ngl I kind of hate the term ~neurospicy~ like I know its meant to denote that someones clearly got a touch of unspecified neurodivergence without going into a diagnosis but like. its meant to be so cutesy and quirky that you cant help but KNOW its distancing the funny cool autism and adhd neurodivergencies from the scary mental illness neurodivergencies. they are all the same fucking category but people online treat lovable brands of autism & adhd like they’re worthy of a separatist movement lol. no one uses neurospicy to mean bipolar schizophrenic borderliner etc

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imagining-in-the-margins · 10 months

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Thunder (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer reminds Reader that they aren’t alone. Request: comfort fic where reader gets unspecific upsetting news and tries to brave through it on her own but spencer finds out and helps her through it + a fic based on “The Fixer” by Brent Morgan. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Angst/Comfort Content Warning: Storms, crying, trauma/upsetting news (unspecified) Word Count: 800

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The thunder comes the same as waves on a rocky shore. Each flash of light is followed by a deafening roar that seems to swallow half the earth. Nature’s rage comes, with crackling wind and spitting rain.

Spencer finds you standing still in your office. You sense someone, but he says nothing. You know it’s him, though.

“When I was younger, I used to be so scared of thunderstorms,” you tell him. “I’ve gotten used to them as I’ve gotten older, but sometimes…”

You gaze upon the scene unfolding before you. Stubborn trees are bent and spent leaves fight against sheets of rain. You watch what feels like the end of the world and it makes your heart break.

“Sometimes I look out at the destruction, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re supposed to be scared,” you whisper with a wavering voice, “Maybe it is divine retribution. Maybe the children are right to be afraid.”

Spencer stays silent for a moment following the troubled monologue. He stands, steeped in the sadness before he takes a step forward and shuts the door.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“Oh, you know. Things… happen. They come and they go,” you shrug.

He takes another step forward. If you had anywhere to retreat, you would have. But you are stuck between two equally terrifying options: the storm and the calm that follows it.

“That’s true,” he offers, “but it’s not what I asked.”

You wipe remnants of tears from damp cheeks as you stumble over a response.

“Sorry, what was the question?”

“Are you alright?” he asks again.

It is as terrifying a question as it’s always been.

“Oh, yeah. Yes. I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’ve always been fine, and I don’t plan on letting that change any time soon.”

But your breath is shaky, and he knows you’re lying.

Again, you try to explain, “I’ve been through worse things than this.”

“What is ‘this’?” he asks.

Your shoulders rise to your ears. You wrap your arms impossibly tighter around yourself. Nails dig into wrinkled fabric that is starting to feel too hot yet not enough to shield you from kind eyes.

“Doesn’t matter,” you laugh solemnly, “It’ll pass, like everything else.”

“It matters to me,” he says.

A flash of lightning rips apart the landscape at the same time you turn with violence on your tongue.

“Stop!” you shout.

The thunder follows. Its rage drowns out the sound of your whimpering cry that immediately follows.

“Please… just stop.”

“Stop what?” he asks with another step closer.

You don’t move away. Through the thick glass, you feel the chill of frozen rain as it clicks against the window.

Your answer is small and said with chattering teeth.

“Stop… caring about me like this,” you mumble. It sounds so pathetic, but you can’t make it more beautiful. Instead, you let the words pour from your mouth while your arms struggle to hold a broken heart together. “You have to stop, because, eventually, I’m going to let you down, and I can’t handle letting you down.”

Spencer lifts a hand towards you. He tries to call your name, but you flinch and jump away.

“Please, Spencer. Just… Just leave.”

For a moment, you think he will. You hear his feet shuffle and close your eyes and wait for him to leave the way they always do.

You hold your breath and wait for the lightning, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, it’s his hands resting against your arms.

“I can’t do that,” he says as he holds back his own tears. “And I’m really sorry, but I can’t. I can’t leave you alone because I know how bad it’ll hurt you if I do.”

With almost no pressure, his hands add weight that breaks through the barrier. Your arms fall limp at your side but he holds onto you, anyway.

“I can’t leave because I know exactly how much it hurts when the only time people listen to you is when you tell them to leave.”

You shake your head.

“I can’t…” you start, but the words get caught in his arms as he throws them around you.

“I can’t do this,” you cry against soft cotton that smells like home.

“It’s okay,” he assures you.

It is terrifying and comforting all at once. Your tears fall like heavy rain and your wails crackle like lightning against something, someone who can bear witness to the storm without wincing.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers as the storm clouds start to pass.

“You’re safe,” he promises, “I’m here.”

You collapse against him, and he holds you harder than he ever has before. He hums something gentle, and the words don’t feel like strikes.

Together, unhidden, you wait out the storm.

In that moment, you find a new appreciation for what once felt like the end of the world.

Because even the clouds eventually empty.

Even the thunder eventually fades.

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bakanokiwami · 1 year

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TOP 10 TV SHOW FANDOMS ON AO3 BASED ON NUMBER OF FANWORKS (2009-2022)

To make these bar chart race, all series titles in the TV Show Category on November 29 (or the closest date to it) of every year were copy-pasted from Wayback Machine to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, and then inputted to Flourish to turn into a bar chart race.

Locked fanworks aren't included in the count because Wayback Machine can’t view those, only Ao3 users can.

Unspecified means that it doesn’t say in its title whether it is an “All Media Type” type tag or not. There’s a possibility that this tag only shows up in the TV Show category, or maybe in multiple categories, like in Movies and Comics too.

It doesn’t appear in the bar chart race, but for some reason Original Work was in the TV Show category in November 2021, and then removed by 2022.

The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types was actually in the top 10 from 2012-2014, and was removed from the TV show category from 2015 onwards so I’ve excluded it from the bar chart.

The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom was also in the top 10 from 2012-2020, but then was reduced to 5% of its 2020 total fanworks in 2021 onwards because The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types and The Avengers (Marvel Movies) was removed from its subtag list. I’m excluding it from the bar chart since it means it shouldn’t have been in the top 10 in the first place.

Jossverse was in the top 10 from 2010-2014 (Top 2 in 2010 and 2011). In 2018, it was removed from the TV Show fandom list and works tagged with it show up in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) instead so I’ve excluded it from the bar chart.

89% of the Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms fanworks in 2022 are tagged with Sherlock (TV).

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) is a subtag of Marvel and Marvel is a metatag for all Marvel works of various media, including comics and movies. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) is the only TV show that appears in the top 10 fandoms listed in Marvel and MCU’s fandom filter in 2022, and it’s only 5% of the fanworks in the Marvel tag. Half of the Marvel tags’s top 10 fandom filter list are movies, and there are also 2 All Media Types tags.

As for DCU, 6 of the top 10 fandoms listed in DCU’s fandom filter in 2022 are specifically TV shows: 13% of its fanworks are from Supergirl (TV 2015), 9% are from The Flash (TV 2014), 8% are from Arrow (TV 2012), 5% are from DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), 4% are from Smallville and 4% are from Gotham (TV).

As for Batman - All Media Types, none of the top 10 fandoms listed in its fandom filter in 2022 are specifically TV shows: 5 of the fandoms listed were comics fandoms. 2 were all media types and 1 was the Nolan movies.

Maybe it would have been better to do a bar chart with fandoms that only appear in a single category (In this case, the TV Show category.). Some of the fandoms that ranked have popular other media outside of TV Shows that boosted their rankings. It would take more effort to filter out, but let me know if you’re interested in seeing a bar chart race like this. If there’s enough interest, I might get motivated enough to work on it, haha.

Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏

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Most Essential Vocabulary #1

I decided to compile a list of some of the most basic and essential vocab for Spanish since I couldn’t totally find a lot.

These are going to be the words that you’re going to be using and seeing the most for Spanish, so it will come across as very basic for some

I decided to do this in multiple parts because there are lots of topics - so if you have suggestions on certain topics, please let me know! There probably will be words repeated for different “categories”

Pronouns

yo = I

tú = you [informal]

usted = you [formal]

nosotros = we [m+m, m+f] nosotras = we [f+f]

ustedes = you all [for Spain it’s formal, for Latin America it’s formal and informal]

vosotros = you all [m+m, m+f; informal, Spain] vosotras = you all [f+f; informal, Spain]

él = he

ella = her

elle = they [no specified gender; this is not considered “proper” Spanish, but it is used in many queer communities for someone non-binary; “proper” Spanish only really has “he” or “she” or refers to someone of unknown or unspecified gender in vague terms like alguien “someone” or una persona “a person” and conjugates them with 3rd person singular]

Question Words

qué = what que = that [connecting clauses] lo que = what, “the thing that”, that which [a stand in for a noun]

por qué = why el por qué = “the reason why”, “the motive” porque = because [connecting clauses]

cuál, cuáles = which, which ones

dónde = where donde = where [connecting clauses]

cuándo = when cuando = when [connecting clauses]

cómo = how como = as, like [connecting clauses]

cuánto/a = how much/many cuanto = so much [or en cuanto “insomuch” or “as far as”]

cuánto/a is used with countable objects

For using “how + adj/adv” you have to use a separate expression; in more literary Spanish this is cuán which is not used very much now except in some lyrics and poetry. For everyday Spanish there’s a separate word/phrase:

qué tan = how + adj/adv [Latin America] ¿Qué tan rápido es? = How fast is it? ¿Qué tan larga es la historia? = How long is the story? ¿Qué tan profundo es el océano? = How deep is the ocean?

cómo de = how + adj/adv [Spain] ¿Cómo de grande es? = How big is it? ¿Cómo de alta es la montaña? = How high is the mountain? ¿Cómo de ancho es el río? = How wide is the river?

Prepositions

Please be aware certain prepositions are used differently than others. The main ones to be very aware of are: a, de, en, por, para, and con

...By far, a is the most versatile and has the most uses, followed by de

Primarily this is just a list of things to know, but some of them require proper context to fully understand in my opinion

a = to

de = of / from

en = on / in

por = for / by, via

para = for / up to / in order to

con = with

sin = without

sobre = on, upon / about, pertaining to acerca de = about, pertaining to

hacia = toward, towards

bajo = under debajo (de) = under, underneath

encima (de) = on top of

desde = from, since

hasta = until, up to

según = according to

antes = before

después = after

tras = following, after

entre = between

enfrente (de) = in front of, facing

junto/a = together junto a = next to, beside

al lado de = next to

durante = for (a period of time) / during

mientras = while

a través de = through a lo largo de = throughout

alrededor de = around, surrounding

mediante = through, via, by means of por medio de = through, via, by means of

vía = via

versus = versus [exactly like English... because it’s Latin; the pronunciation is different obviously]

contra = against, versus/vs / against, up against [e.g. contra la pared “(up) against the wall”]

Standard Spanish 101 Vocab

algo = something

nada = nothing la nada = nothingness

alguien = someone

nadie = no one

el hombre = man el caballero = gentleman / man [lit. “knight” or “horseman”] el señor = sir, gentleman / lord / Mr.

la mujer = woman [potentially “wife”] la dama = lady / woman la señora = lady / madame, Mrs. la señorita = miss, (young/unmarried) lady

alto/a = tall, high

bajo/a = short, low

gordo/a = fat

flaco/a = skinny, thin delgado/a = skinny, thin

grande = big

pequeño/a = small

inteligente = intelligent

(ser) listo/a = (to be) smart (estar) listo/a = (to be) ready

rico/a = rich

pobre = poor

guapo/a = good-looking

lindo/a = cute, good-looking bonito/a = cute, good-looking

feo/a = ugly

joven = young

viejo/a = old

menor = younger / minor

mayor = older, elder / major

justo/a = fair, just

injusto/a = unjust, unfair

fácil = easy

difícil = hard, difficult

apenas = hardly, barely a duras penas = just barely

fuerte = strong

débil = weak

veloz = quick rápido/a = fast [adj] rápido = quickly, fast [adv]

lento/a = slow [adj] lento / lentamente = slow, slowly [adv]

trabajador(a) = hard-working

perezoso/a = lazy

tonto/a = stupid, silly

ingenioso/a = ingenious, clever

bueno/a = good

bien = good, well [adv]

malo/a = bad

mal = badly, wrong [adv]

equivocado/a = wrong, incorrect

genial = wonderful, amazing

maravilloso/a = wonderful / wondrous, marvelous

pésimo/a = really bad, awful

alegre = happy

feliz = happy

triste = sad

enojado/a = angry

preocupado/a = worried

asustado/a = surprised / scared

enfermo/a = sick

mejor = better el/la mejor = the best

peor = worse el/la peor = the worst

largo/a = long

corto/a = short

vivo/a = alive, living

muerto/a = dead

presente = present, here

ausente = absent

Time - Days

Note: All days of the week and all months are masculine

lunes = Monday

martes = Tuesday

miércoles = Wednesday

jueves = Thursday

viernes = Friday

sábado = Saturday

domingo = Sunday

la semana = week

el fin de semana = weekend el finde = weekend [regional slang]

el calendario = calendar

el horario = schedule, timeframe

el día [m] = day

la fecha = date (calendar)

la cita = appointment / date (romantic)

hoy = today

ayer = yesterday anteayer = the day before yesterday

esta noche = tonight

anoche = last night

mañana = tomorrow pasado mañana = the day after tomorrow

la tarde = afternoon / evening el atardecer = evening, dusk

la mañana = morning el amanecer = morning, daybreak, sunrise

el mediodía = noon

la medianoche = midnight

la madrugada = the early morning, “wee hours of the morning” [when it’s morning but still dark]

el alba [f] = dawn la salida del sol = daybreak, sunrise

la puesta del sol = sunset ponerse el sol = for the sun to set

el crepúsculo = twilight / dusk

diario/a = daily [adj] a diario = daily, happening every day [adv] cotidiano/a = daily, everyday

temprano/a = early temprano = soon [adv]

tarde = late [adj / adv]

próximo/a = next

siguiente = following al día siguiente = the next day, the following day

anterior = previous

primer, primera / primero = first

segundo/a = second

la mitad = half [n]

medio/a = half [adj]

tercer, tercera / tercero = third el/un tercio = a third / one-third, 1/3

cuarto/a = fourth

quinto/a = fifth

sexto/a = sixth

séptimo/a = seventh

octavo/a = eighth (or “octave”)

noveno/a = ninth

décimo/a = tenth el décimo = decimal

último/a = last, latest

Time - Months

enero = January

febrero = February

marzo = March

abril = April

mayo = May

junio = June

julio = July

agosto = August

septiembre = September

octubre = October

noviembre = November

diciembre = December

el mes = month

mensual = monthly

la quincena = fortnight, two weeks

nuevo/a = new la luna nueva = new moon

lleno/a = full la luna llena = full moon

la medialuna = half moon / crescent

creciente = growing la luna creciente = crescent moon

la primavera = spring

el verano = summer

el otoño = autumn, fall

el invierno = winter

la estación = season

la fiesta = holiday [or “party”]

la Navidad = Christmas

la Nochebuena = Christmas Eve

el Año Nuevo = New Year’s

la Nochevieja = New Year’s Eve

la víspera = eve / evening [with holidays it’s used as “the day before”, or sometimes “vigil”; so la Nochevieja is also sometimes la víspera del Año Nuevo]

Día de los Reyes Magos = Three Kings Day / The Epiphany

San Valentín / el Día de San Valentín = Valentine’s Day

la Cuaresma = Lent

Miércoles de Ceniza = Ash Wednesday

el Carnaval = Carnival / Mardi Gras

la Semana Santa = Holy Week

la Pascua = Easter

el Día de (los) Muertos = Day of the Dead (el) Halloween = Halloween

el Día de Acción de Gracias = Thanksgiving [North America; sometimes just called Thanksgiving or Sangiving]

el Día de Todos (los) Santos = All Saints Day

Día de (la) Independencia = Independence Day

Other countries have their own holidays like Día de la Constitución “Constitution Day” or Día de la Revolución “Revolution Day”, or something more regional like la Tomatina in Spain, or Día de los Santos Inocentes which is “the Day of Holy Innocents” but sometimes translated as “April Fool’s Day”

This is also not counting certain religious holidays or folk holidays, which can vary from country to country

For dates in Spanish, you typically use the number + the month: el diecisiete de marzo for example reads as “the 17th of March” or “March 17th”

The ONLY exception is the 1st of every month is el primero instead of saying el uno. As an example: el primero de enero is “January 1st” or “the 1st of January”; this is done because it would be awkward to say “the one of January”

For days of the week you will see something like Viernes 13 [trece] “Friday the 13th” or Martes 13 “Tuesday the 13th” (which is the day of bad luck in Spanish)

Nature / The World

el sol = sun

la luna = moon

la estrella = star

el planeta [m] = planet

el mundo = world

el árbol = tree

la flor = flower

la hoja = leaf

la semilla = seed

el jardín = garden

el bosque = woods, forest

la selva = forest

el océano = ocean

el mar = ocean [sometimes feminine]

el río = river

el arroyo = stream

el lago = lake

el estanque = pond

la orrilla = shore

la isla = island

la ola = wave (water)

el volcán = volcano

la montaña = mountain

la sierra = mountain range [or “saw” in tools]

la piedra = stone la roca = rock

el tiempo = time / weather [or “grammatical tense”]

la hora = hour

la lluvia = rain

la nieve = snow

el granizo = hail / hailstone

el hielo = ice

el viento = wind

la ventisca = blizzard

la tormenta = storm

la nube = cloud

la niebla = fog, mist la neblina = mist, haze

el relámpago = lightning [commonly refers to “the flash of lightning” specifically]

el rayo = lightning, bolt (of lightning) [commonly “lightning” or “lightning strike”]

el trueno = thunder [refers to “the sound” specifically]

la arena = sand

el desierto = desert

el cañón = canyon

el risco = cliff

el monte = wilderness / mountain, mount

la hierba = grass / herb las malas hierbas = weeds [lit. “bad grasses”]

alto/a = tall, high la altura = height

profundo/a = deep poco profundo/a = shallow la profundidad = depth

The Human Body - Basics

el cuerpo = body

el peso = weight

la altura = height la estatura = height, stature

el hueso = bone

el órgano = organ

la sangre = blood

la vena = vein

el sudor = sweat

la cabeza = head

la cara = face

el cerebro = brain

el ojo = eye

la nariz = nose

la oreja = ear [outer]

el oído = ear [inner]

la ceja = eyebrow

la frente = forehead

el cuello = neck

la garganta = throat

la espalda = back

la columna (vertebral) = spine / spinal column el espinazo = backbone, spine

el hombro = shoulder

el brazo = arm

la mano = hand

la muñeca = wrist

el dedo = finger el pulgar = thumb el índice = index finger, pointer finger el dedo medio = middle finger el dedo anular = ring finger el meñique = pinky

el puño = fist

el nudillo = knuckle

el tronco = torso [or “trunk” for trees]

el pecho = chest

el seno = breast / bosom [in everyday speech - and vulgar speech - this is la teta “boob” or “tit”]

el estómago = stomach

la barriga = belly / gut la panza = belly

los intestinos = intestines, bowels la tripa, las tripas = “stomach” / innards, entrails

las entrañas = innards, entrails, “one’s insides”

la cintura = waist

la cadera = hip

la pierna = leg

la rodilla = knee

el tobillo = ankle

el pie = foot

el dedo de pie = toe el dedo gordo = big toe el meñique (de pie) = pinky toe [the other toes are known as el segundo dedo “second toe”, el tercer dedo “third toe”, and el cuarto dedo “fourth toe”]

el corazón = heart

el pulmón = lung

el hígado = liver

el músculo = muscle

el tejido = tissue (medical)

la uña = nail (finger/toe)

el pelo = hair (any kind)

el cabello = hair (specifically on the head)

los sentidos = the senses

la vista = eyesight, sight

el oído = hearing, sense of hearing

el olfato = smell, sense of smell

el gusto = taste, sense of taste

el tacto = touch, sense of touch

Around the House

la casa = house

el hogar = home / hearth

el apartamento = apartment

el piso = floor [el piso in Spain is typically “apartment”, most commonly translated as “flat” for British English]

el techo = ceiling / roof

el tejado = roof

la mesa = table

la silla = chair el sillón = large chair / armchair

la cama = bed

la almohada = pillow

el sofá [m] = sofa, couch

los muebles = furniture [el mueble is one piece]

el espejo = mirror

el reloj = clock / watch, stopwatch

el estante, los estantes = shelf, shelves / shelving

el gabinete = cabinet

el refrigerador / la refrigeradora = refrigerator la nevera = refrigerator

el congelador = freezer

la tarea = task, chore [commonly meaning “homework”] los deberes = chores / duties los quehaceres = chores

la puerta = door

la ventana = window

la sala = room el salón = room / large room

el cuarto = room

la habitación = bedroom el dormitorio = bedroom [lit. “dormitory” or “sleep-room”] el cuarto = bedroom, personal room

la sala de estar = living room el salón = living room [again, just “big room”] la sala = living room [again, just “room” but it’s any kind of room you might invite someone into] [some places have other words for it]

la cocina = kitchen [also “cuisine” or “cooking”]

el comedor = dining room [or “mess hall”; but any room for “eating”]

la lavandería = laundry room / laundromat

el vestíbulo = foyer, vestibule

la escalera = staircase / stairwell las escaleras = steps, stairs

el baño = bathroom [lit. “bath”] el cuarto de baño = bathroom

el inodoro = toilet bowl [sometimes el váter]

el clóset / el armario = closet / armoire, wardrobe

el garaje = garage

el sótano = basement

el ático = attic el desván = attic

el pasillo = hallway

el estudio = study

el gimnasio = gym

la biblioteca = library

la despensa = pantry / cupboard

el almacén = storeroom, storage closet [you might see this as “warehouse” for buildings; it means a “storage area” literally]

la oficina = office

la lámpara = lamp

la luz = light las luces = light

encender = to turn on (electronics) [otherwise it’s “to kindle” or “to set on fire”]

apagar = to turn off (electronics) [others it’s “to extinguish” or “snuff out (fire/candles)]

la televisión / la tele = television / TV

el teléfono = telephone, phone

el celular = cellphone [more Latin America] el móvil = mobile, cellphone [more Spain]

el tenedor = fork

el cuchillo = knife

la cuchara = spoon

el plato = plate

el tazón = bowl el bol = bowl el cuenco = bowl

el horno = oven

la estufa = stove, stovetop

el vaso = glass [for water]

la taza = cup / mug [for tea/coffee]

la copa = glass [for wine]

la vela = candle

los trastes = “the dishes” [regional, I think]

la plancha = iron (for clothes) [lit. la plancha is a metal thing you use to “press” on either food or clothes; not to be confused with el hierro “iron” the metal in English]

Basics of Clothing

la ropa = clothes, clothing

la prenda = garment, item of clothing

la ropa interior = underwear el calzón / los calzoncillos = underwear las bragas = panties, female underwear

el sostén, el sujetador = bra

los calcetines = socks

las medias = socks [las medias can also mean “stockings” or “tights”]

la camisa = shirt

la camiseta = t-shirt

los pantalones = pants, trousers

los zapatos = shoes los tacones = heels las botas = boots

el vestido = dress

la blusa = blouse

la falda = skirt

la chaqueta = jacket

el abrigo = coat, overcoat [usually a “warm coat” or sometimes “winter coat”; a coat specifically to keep you warm outside]

el cinturón = belt

la bufanda = scarf

el guante, los guantes = glove, gloves

la cartera / el monedero = wallet

las gafas / los lentes = glasses las gafas de sol = sunglasses [the older word for “glasses” is los anteojos - it comes across like “spectacles” and shows up in some textbook, but las gafas is the most common one today]

el bolso = purse [some people will use la bolsa - typically though, la bolsa is “bag” like a shopping bag or trash bag]

el bolsillo = pocket

el botón = button

el broche = clasp, fastener, button

la joyería = jewelry

el collar = necklace

el anillo = ring

el pendiente, los pendientes = earrings [regional] el aro / el arete = earring [regional]

el brazalete = bracelet [often on the arm] la pulsera = bracelet [often at the wrist where one’s “pulse” is]

el pijama / los pijamas = pajamas, PJs

el paraguas = umbrella la sombrilla = umbrella [regional]

el impermeable = raincoat [regional]

la gorra = cap [small hat]

el sombrero = hat [with a wide brim, usually all the way around]

el suéter = sweater

la sudadera = sweatshirt

los jeans = jeans los bluyines = jeans [lit. “blue jeans” but could be any color in Spanish] los vaqueros = jeans [Spain; lit. “cowboy (pants)”] [there are LOTS of regionalisms for jeans]

la seda = silk

la piel = leather / skin el cuero = leather

el algodón = cotton

la lana = wool

el terciopelo = velvet

el encaje = lace

la tela = fabric

el mezclillo = denim

Basics of Colors

Note: Some names of colors do not change for gender as they are derived from nouns - to distinguish them, I’m not including the definite articles to identify them as adjectives.

As an example, rosa “pink” comes from “rose”, so la camisa rosa “pink shirt” or el abrigo rosa “pink coat”

Note 2: When talking about colors as “the color” itself, it is always masculine; el rojo is “the color red”. This is important for distinguishing certain nouns - el naranja is “the color orange” vs. la naranja “orange (fruit)”, or el rosa “the color pink” vs. la rosa “rose (flower)”, or el turquesa “the color turquoise” vs. la turquesa “turquoise (gem)”

rojo/a = red

naranja = orange anaranjado/a = orange, orangey

amarillo/a = yellow

verde = green

azul = blue azul claro = light blue azul celeste = light blue / sky blue azul oscuro = dark blue azul marino = navy blue

añil = indigo

turquesa = turquoise

lila = light purple / lilac, lavender (color)

morado/a = dark purple

púrpura = purple

rosa = pink rosado/a = pink, rosy

marrón = brown (color) café = brown

negro/a = black

blanco/a = white

gris = gray

oro = gold dorado/a = gold, golden

plata = silver plateado/a = silvery

bronce = bronze bronceado/a = bronzed, tanned

arcoíris, arco iris = rainbow

oscuro/a = dark

claro/a = light (color)

castaño = brown (hair/eyes) [lit. “chestnut”]

caoba = mahogany, auburn (hair/eyes) [lit. “mahogany”]

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