#happy i showered today i feel less gross

[dokyeomini]

tomorrow i will go buy some watercolor paper bc i am completely out

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: The Birds and the Bees

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Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Ship: Joel Miller x you (cishet f reader) / Ellie x Riley mention

Tags/warnings: underage child overhearing sex (but it's not weird I swear), queer thoughts, Joel is such a dad, Rough Sex, unprotected sex, piv sex, some mild dirty talk, trying to stay quiet during sex.

Summary: Ellie hears mommy (you) and daddy (Joel) have sex. I guess that's the plot.

Words: 2,257

A/N: WARNING can be a bit spoilery for episodes 6 and 7! Thanks to @rambling-in-purple for reading the Ellie part to make sure it wasn't weird <3

Ellie is almost asleep when something draws her back into the real world, and for a moment she has no idea where she is. Where did these clean sheets come from, this comfortable bed, this warmth? It takes her brain a few moments to realize that she is in Jackson, the safe haven reached yesterday. Today. What time is it?

A sound makes her sit up in bed, heartbeats quickening with growing fear. She had thought this place was safe, but that sound is definitely not reassuring. She reaches for her knife on the bedside table, just as she hears the sound again.

A creak. And it's growing rhythmical. And along with it, muffled moans.

Ellie's first instinct is that there is a fight going on in the next room. A life or death struggle between Joel, you, and a deceitful Jackson resident. Or maybe the infected finally got in? Is Jackson already overrun with infected, or did a roaming band of bandits get in?

Another creak, then a louder moan that gets cut off, and it dawns on Ellie.

Oh. Oh.

Being shown around Jackson, you seemed relaxed for the first time in, well, all the months Ellie had been with you and Joel. It was nice to see you like that, and Ellie wished that Joel could unwind a little as well, but Joel wasn't a person who did that. Maria had taken you and Ellie to the house, Joel had gone to see his brother, and returned in a huff. Ellie, in clean clothes washed hair, had gushed to him about the hot shower, but his demeanor had been so dark that she had fallen quiet. Just then, you had appeared out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and Ellie had seen the looks you and Joel exchanged. You excused yourself to have an early night and took to your bedroom - the one you shared with Joel. Ellie didn't think twice about you two sharing: she had understood long ago what you were to each other, in addition to the protectors, family, you were to her.

But it's one thing to understand that two people love each other, and know what people in love with each other do, and actually hear it.

Conflicted, she lies back down, turns onto one side, wrapping the pillow around her head to muffle the sounds. It's too intimate, too private. It's wrong to listen to it.

Still, the reverberations travel through the wooden build of the house, and she feels them on her skin. Rolling onto her back again, she lets go of the pillow and stares up at the dark ceiling.

It's not the first time she's heard people having sex. She knows what's going on between the two of you and for what it's worth, she's happy for you. There is something so comforting about your obvious feelings for each other, and how they have spilled over onto her. Ellie knows that she was more or less forced upon you but since that night in the Boston QZ, a lot has happened. You're her family now, and she's happy that you and Joel can be safe and comfortable enough in your borrowed bedroom to have sex.

And it is kind of exciting to hear it, even if it's private. Ellie may be a virgin but she's not frigid. The moans she can hear must be from you, and she wonders what it is Joel is doing that's making you sound like that. Not that she wants to think of Joel like that, God no, that's just gross. The whole idea of a man sticking his dick into her feels gross. But surely a woman must be able to make another woman sound like that? Maybe she could ask you. If she wants to talk to you about sex, and that's a big if.

It hits Ellie that if you're her family now, then it would be like asking her mom about sex. And whatever is going on right now is like hearing mom and dad have sex. And that image is just too much for her teenage brain. When the bedframe starts knocking on the wall between her bedroom and yours, she sits up again and bangs her fist at it.

"Keep it down, you two, some of us are trying to sleep here!"

The noise stops at once, and she grins to herself as she imagines your aghast faces - especially Joel must look absolutely shocked.

"Serves you right," she giggles to herself before scooting down and tucking herself in. Sleepy and amused, she wonders what sex feels like. If she will ever have it. If she even wants it. Is there ever going to be anyone that she'd care to do it with? Will anyone ever find her attractive? Her thoughts stray to Riley, and how sweet it would be to share this comfortable bed with her, whispering in the night, kissing, maybe more - but she quickly brushes those thoughts away. That wound is still too fresh.

A muffled thud is heard from the other bedroom, but she doesn't care anymore. Curling up on her side, she succumbs to exhaustion and the soft mattress.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

Your heart is pounding, your mouth is dry, your breathless profanity barely audible against Joel's cheek as he's buried to the hilt in you. He was in a mood when he came back from seeing his brother, and you knew there was no point in trying to make him talk about it. Even in a huff, however, the sight of you in a towel was rare enough for him to stop and stare.

"Take a shower," you told him, seeing that all he wanted to do was pull the towel off of you, "and come to bed."

Strangely enough, he did as he was told, but even hot water wasn't enough to keep him in the shower for more than a few minutes. When he came out, naked and dripping after barely having had time to dry himself off, he joined you between the threadbare but clean sheets.

"It's been too long," he told you, breath hot against your skin, hands already cupping and squeezing and claiming. You hummed your agreement as you let him cover your mouth with yours, sucking the breath out of you as he laid on top of you, his broad frame blocking out everything else. His weight on you, his clean, naked skin against yours... it had indeed been far too long for indulgences like these. You remember stolen fucks and sleepless nights in the QZ, clothed on cold hard floors during runs, but the last time you could take your time like this? And even with all the time in the world, both of you were in a desperate hurry. He sank his thick cock into you before too long and you welcomed him deeper by wrapping your arms and legs around him. When you moaned, he covered your mouth with his large hand and grunted in your ear:

"I know, pretty girl, I know, I feel it too, but you have to stay quiet for me."

You whined into his palm, and he replaced it with his mouth, swallowing your moans as he thrust into you with a renewed fury. The bed creaked but you were too far gone, too cock-hungry to care if Ellie heard you.

Which she did, of course.

Joel froze at the banging on the wall, and he inhaled sharply when Ellie yelled out her request for silence. Mirth replacing dismay as you recognize the teasing tone of Ellie's voice, you start to tremble with held-back giggles. With a grunt, Joel heaves himself up on his elbows.

"It's not funny," he lets you know in a morose voice. You raise your hands to his cheeks, feeling the heat in them. It's too dark to see, but your tough, no nonsense man is fucking blushing.

"It is a little funny," you whisper back and pull him in for a kiss. "She's fucking with us, you do know that, right?"

"We're gonna traumatize her - "

"This is gonna traumatize her, and not everything else she has lived through and seen?" you scoff. Your hand slides around to the back of his head and grab a fistful of hair. "Wise up, Miller, and fuck me."

"We can't - "

"I swear to God, Joel, if you don't get me off, I'm gonna go naked into the street and find someone who will!"

Your threat, unfounded though it is, gets him back on the right track.

"Yeah?" he breathes in a low growl, lowering his face over your chest, his tongue licking a wet trail around your knotted nipple. "You'd let just anyone touch you? Let anyone do this to you?" He licks your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, making you arch your back as you clench your teeth against the moan threatening to spill out of you.

"Joel...!"

"Hush, my pretty," he hisses, sliding one hand to your breast and burying his fingers into the plump flesh as he lowers his mouth to your ear. "You have to stay quiet if you want me to fuck you till you cum. Can you do that?"

Your whimpered yes is followed by a choked cry when he slams into you anew, this time wrapping one arm around your thigh to get in deeper. You hold onto the bedding, the headboard, willing it to creak less as Joel picks up where he left off, doing his best to resume his devastating pace yet without causing any more noise. It's difficult, but when Joel puts his mind to something, he always follows through. He braces himself against the bed and you whine when he takes his weight off of you. You want to be deliciously crushed, taken, rendered breathless and immobile, but now you are free to rub your clit as he fucks you. Your slick walls clench around him at once.

"Fuck, that's tight," he groans above you, baring his teeth. "So fucking tight when you do that."

You stare up at him through the dusk, caress his flexed neck muscles with your half closed eyes as the pressure rises inside you. You whisper bitten off words, as if Joel needed your words to know that you are so close to exploding, imploding, the mesmerizing rise and fall that you so desperately need. He dips down to steal your breath away with a kiss and you suck eagerly on his tongue while simultaneously panting for air.

He almost slips out when you cum, your slickness and spasming muscles nearly pushing him out. You press your lips together, will yourself to swallow the sounds that threaten to come out when your body trembles under him. Your body, so sensitive all of a sudden, wants to push him away, but instead you pull him down over you and move with him, desperate and wanton.

"Cum," you beg of him in a whisper that might just as well be a scream, you have no idea as the blood roars in your ears, "cum, baby, cum in me, please cum."

Your overstimulated pussy feels the heat of his load spreading inside you when your words rush him to his climax. The strangled sound he emits is one that you've never heard from him before, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly to you. His heart beats rapidly against your chest, where your own heart trying to match his rhythm, and when he tries to catch his breath there's only a stutter. He's sweaty but you can smell him and it's clean, fresh perspiration. His hair is still damp, and you run your fingers through it, smelling the shampoo which no doubt is handmade of herbs by someone in Jackson. He clearly took the time to wash his hair, which surprises you.

It feels nice. Normal.

"You smell nice," you murmur to him, sniffing his sideburn demonstratively.

"You do too." He brushes his lips across your face in a light peppering of kisses, each one a lingering declaration of love on your skin. "You felt so good, baby, this was good."

You hum softly as he slides out, slick and seed trailing in the wake of his softening cock.

"Might want to go again in a minute," you warn him with a happy smile that you hope he can hear, even if he can't see it. Joel groans as he rolls over onto his back next to you.

"Too old for twice in one night."

You chuckle, feeling the post-coital relaxation weighing you down in the most delicious way. Once was definitely enough. But you wish that every night could be like this.

"You think she's still awake?" Joel asks, and for a moment you have no idea who he's talking about. You had quite forgotten that the two of you were not alone in the house.

"I'll talk to her in the morning," you offer with a yawn. "Woman to woman."

"And tell her what?" Joel sounds both cynical and troubled, which amuses you greatly.

"About the birds and the bees," you giggle, shoving him playfully. "And what happens when two adults like each other very much."

He scoffs but takes your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss before placing it over his heart. The conversation is over for his part, so you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

[lambertdiary]

Safe With Me

Summary: Dalton is really sick and his girlfriend drops everything to take care of him.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: established relationship, language, mentions of throwing up, comfort, pure fluff

A/N: Hi! I had a couple of requests asking for sick!Dalton so I decided to write this! and if i’m being completely honest i not sure how i feel about 😭 hopefully is not too gross. also i’m sorry if it’s too long and redundant but I hope you’ll like it! Pls let me know what you think &lt;3

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Ever since his coma Dalton was terrified of getting sick. He now knew he wasn’t actually sick back then, but that suffocating feeling never went away.

And his current state was unfortunate, to say the least. He didn’t even leave his bed in the morning, cause as soon as he woke up he noticed a pounding headache, a runny nose, a sore throat, constant sweating and intense body pain. There was no way he could go to class.

Before notifying his girlfriend that he would miss class, he looked up his symptoms to make sure he didn’t need to seek medical attention, quickly coming to the conclusion that he had a simple cold. He should’ve seen it coming, he wasn’t feeling the best the day prior but brushed it off thinking he was just tired.

Dalton: Not gonna make it to class today, woke up with a cold :/ sorry baby

He fell back asleep almost immediately, but sadly not for long. His body temperature suddenly dropped, making him shiver, so he brought up his blanket and tried to cover his entire body with it, but stopped when he suddenly felt hot again.

Dalton was sure he had never been this sick, he was uncomfortable, his throat was incredibly dry and his whole body sticky from sweat. It even hurt to sneeze. He let out a loud moan in discomfort and a few seconds later, he heard the door open.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if you were awake and I didn’t wanna bother you” Y/N said softly entering the room. She was holding a few blankets and pillows that covered her face but he knew it was her. Dalton covered himself again, up to his head, he didn’t want Y/N to see him like this, not when his hair was an absolute mess and his pajamas looked like he took a shower in them.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” He asked under the blankets.

Y/N put down the stuff on the other bed, “I’ve never missed a day, I’m sure I can afford skipping one class” She approached Dalton’s bed and kneeled next to him “Hey, how bad is it?”

“It’s bad, I don’t wanna get you sick too” He replied, his throat hurting every time he spoke.

“You’ll be happy to know that I don’t care” She joked, but Dalton remained silent “I assume you didn’t have any breakfast yet”

“No”

“Well I bought you some chicken soup, you should eat it while it’s still hot, it will be good for you” She stared at the lump on Dalton’s bed, waiting for him to come out or at least say something “Baby come on, let me see you”

Dalton appreciated her ditching class to take care of him, it truly warmed his heart and all he wanted to do was show her how thankful he was, but what if she got sick because of him? What if he looks really bad right now? “I don’t look good” He finally muttered.

“What?” Y/N chuckled, thinking he was joking.

“I’m sweating an insane amount, I can feel my hair sticking to my face”

“Let me braid your hair so you feel less sticky on the face, it works, trust me”

Dalton thought about it for a moment, he figured she wouldn’t leave even if he directly asked her to, so he uncovered his face and shyly looked at Y/N “I feel really ill”

“I know baby, tell me what hurts”

“Everything, my entire body, the headache is terrible and I get really cold but after a second I feel like I’m boiling”

Y/N touched his forehead as soon as she noticed his blushed face “Baby, you’re really hot”

“I know that” He joked with a smirk on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her laughter “Good to know your sense of humor remains untouched” She stood up and grabbed a food container from her backpack “You’re gonna eat your soup while I braid your hair and I promise it will make you feel at least a little bit better”

“My hair is all covered in sweat though” He sat on his bed waiting for Y/N to give him his food.

“That’s ok” She opened the container and Dalton could see the steam that came off of it. Y/N looked through her bag for a spoon, but she had so many things she thought would make him feel better it took her a while. She was pulling out a bunch of other stuff, but when she finally found it she carefully put the bowl in his hands “It’s really hot so please be careful”

Dalton took it and whispered a little “Thank you”

“You might feel hotter for a moment but this is good, you need a lot of fluids. Now I’m gonna sit behind you, is that ok?” Dalton nodded, blowing into his soup so he wouldn’t burn his tongue.

Y/N struggled a little to get behind him, staying on her knees to make sure she had full access to Dalton’s hair “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”

“Ok, should I do one or two?” She started brushing his hair. He was right, he was sweating a lot but Y/N didn’t care, she just wanted to take proper care of her boyfriend. She was being extremely careful for a number of reasons.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, it didn’t take her long to figure out how to put two french braids on him without pulling his hair or making his headache worse “Done” She said getting back on her feet, taking a good look at how Dalton looked with braided hair. Her heartbeats began to increase “You look really cute”

Dalton’s face was burning, and it wasn’t the fever “Thank you. I actually do feel much better” And he was, he was surprised at how lighter his head felt without all that hair resting on his face or shoulders.

“See? I told you” She then kissed her fingertip and tapped Dalton’s nose with it, making him melt at her touch ”Finish your soup, I’m gonna see if Chris still has that humidifier”

Y/N left his dorm, leaving him alone again. Somehow he already felt better, even though everything hurt the same. But he had to admit that the hot chicken soup was a good call.

Once he was done with it, he laid back down carefully, not wanting to ruin his freshly styled hair. And only a few minutes later, he heard the door again “No luck with the humidifier but this will help too” He paid attention to her hands, she was holding a bucket and a dry cloth “Just this one last thing and I’ll let you go back to sleep” She said as if she was bothering him, Dalton didn’t feel like she was, if anything it was the other way around and he should be the one apologising. She put down the bucket next to his bed and waited for him to sit again, this time paying attention to his damped clothes “Why don’t you change into some dry clothes?”

He looked down at his shirt and felt embarrassed when he noticed how much it looked like he’d been drowned in a rainstorm, it didn’t look like that before but it must’ve been the hot liquids “Okay” He agreed, about to get up but Y/N stopped him.

She wandered around his room, grabbing clean clothes that she believed would be comfortable for him to wear. She didn’t want him to feel too hot or too cold again, so she went for a happy medium. A shirt and underwear. He probably shouldn’t deal with too many layers anyway “Here, I’ll help you change”

She helped him with everything, which he was really thankful for since his body was too weak and in pain to do it by himself. Tossing his dirty clothes somewhere in the room, she proceeded to grab the pillows she previously set on the other bed and started arranging them around Dalton to make his uncomfortable bed a little more pleasant.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked looking down at him, he nodded in response “Sure?”

“Positive” Even his voice was weak.

After he was settled, Y/N reached into the bucket and completely submerged the cloth, making sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket, she stroked it over his face a few times “This is great cause now if you feel like throwing up, you can use this bucket” She joked, knowing a cold wouldn’t make him feel nauseous. He chuckled at this, which made Y/N feel better “You’re all good now, why don’t you try to sleep?”

He looked up at her in pure admiration “Thank you, darling”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me” He rasped out.

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my sick boyfriend?” He could swear he had literal heart eyes right now, nearly biting his tongue to stop himself from saying those three words, since they haven’t said it yet. But he really wanted to.

He went back to sleep, luckily this time he managed to rest for hours. In the meantime, Y/N stayed on the other bed, doing some work to stay busy and awake while she kept an eye on him in case he needed her. The hours went by and Dalton’s fever went away, finally. He woke up around 4 PM, slowly opening his eyes and squinting at the sudden brightness.

Dalton scanned the room looking for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found. He figured it made sense that she left, he didn’t really expect her to stay there all day just to look after him.

He tried to get up but his body felt heavy. He groaned in pain and fell on his back again, strangely still feeling tired even after sleeping for hours. Before he could try again, Y/N was entering the room.

“You came back” He managed to say.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just getting you some tea” She approached him and touched his forehead, relieved that he wasn’t hot anymore “How are you feeling?”

“Better…” He replied, not so sure he wanted her to get worried “I guess my throat still hurts”

“I figured, but this honey and lemon tea will help with that” She smiled at him but when he didn’t move, she could feel the worry come back to her “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like tea”

“Tell your cold that” Dalton pouted like a little kid, but Y/N's face remained neutral as she waited for him to take the cup. He gave in and took it anyway, it seemed like she knew what she was doing and honestly, he would do anything to ease his sore throat.

He started drinking it, slowly but surely. It didn’t taste as bad as he remembered and he started wondering if his mum was just bad at making tea “Would you cuddle with me? If it’s not too gross” He asked Y/N out of nowhere.

“Gross? Why-?”

“Cause I have been sweating a lot and it’s not like I took a shower or anything” He explained, a little embarrassed.

“Would you be grossed out if I was the sick one asking for cuddles?”

He answered immediately “No”

“See? Don’t be silly” She was happy Dalton wanted to cuddle. Since she got there in the morning she was concerned he just wanted her out of there. Carefully she got in bed with him, sitting against the headboard and getting in a comfortable position, she waited for Dalton to lay down and nestled him down between her legs, with his back against her front.

“Thank you for staying with me. I feel much better with you”

“Really? Cause for a moment there it felt like you didn’t want me here”

“I do angel, I really do. I just…” He stopped for a moment to think about his words “I don’t wanna be a burden”

“Dalton, you know I would never think that” She was brushing his check.

“Still, you missed classes and stayed here all day… for me” He then felt guilty at his realisation “Did you eat something today?”

“I did, Chris brought some lunch for me, she was gonna get something for you too but we weren’t sure for how long you’d sleep. Are you hungry?”

“Not really” She nodded even though he couldn’t see her “I’m still tired”

Y/N has been sick before, and she knew it was exhausting to deal with it but doesn’t remember a cold taking her down like that. Still, she agreed to stay there with him while he went to sleep. Again.

Y/N didn’t notice when she started to drift off, but when she felt Dalton shivering on top of her she opened her eyes quickly.

He was freezing cold, to the point where his teeth were chattering, but his skin was so hot she could melt chocolate on his forehead.

“Dalton?” She whispered, softly moving him “Dalton, are you okay?”

“Mhm?” He hummed. Dalton was holding the blanket tighter and closer to him.

“How are you feeling?” She kept a low voice, she didn’t wanna overwhelm him.

“I’m freezing” She was about to embrace him again, but was interrupted when Dalton abruptly sat on the bed “I think I’m gonna throw up”

Y/N followed his actions, and reached down for the bucket that was still next to them and placed it between his legs. ‘Not good’ She kept thinking, rubbing his back for comfort “If that’s the case then you’re worse than I thought, Dalton, we might have to go to the doctor” Dalton didn’t like the seriousness of her voice.

“I don’t like hospitals”

“Well, I don’t care whether you like it or not, your fever is coming back and you’re feeling nauseous, I don’t think that’s normal for a cold. You are literally shaking”

“Last time I was at the hospital my soul was trapped in The Further”

“But you’re here with me right now, aren’t you?” He stayed silent “Come on, I’m gonna take you to the hospital and I promise you’ll feel better, okay?” Dalton nodded. He knew she was taking care of him, good care of him, but anything related to sickness, doctors or hospitals triggered something in his memory that made him go back 10 years “Hey, I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, you’re safe with me. I promise” She said rising her pinky in front of him, satisfied when Dalton locked her pinky with his own.

[roseychains]

Wet n Wild ~

A/n: sorry this took a minute. Been busy again plus today was a really rough day. I’ve been on the verge of vomiting just being emotionally grossed out(send me a dm before I go crazy)

C/w: written by a minor!, CNC(with pre-established safe word in place), bondage, light praise, degradation for like less than 3 lines, oral(m!reciving), fingering, p in v, aftercare cuz I feel shitty and selfish today, roleplay? Shower sex

“Hm, what’s this?” Suguru questioned as he shuffled through your package, finding a pair of water proof handcuffs. The kind that suction to the wall or the shower. You giggled, “great isn’t it?” He smiled, holding the pair in his fingers, “I’m sure you have something in mind.” You grinned, lustful thoughts circling in your head as you recall what you had planned to ask him. “Do you even need me to explain it?” He placed the cuffs down, bringing a hand up to caress your face and grab you grin. “Yea, or else I won’t know what to do. So use your words, love.”

You began exposing to him what you had been fantasizing about for the past 2 weeks. Him play the intruder, you play the victim. You’d be showering all alone, when he would sneak in with you and cover your mouth, and tell you what he was going to do to you-

Your thought was cut off as you realized how much you had already said. You sat still for a moment, until he finally spoke. “Your such a freak, baby. But I’m down for whatever makes my pretty girl happy, did you want to try it tonight?” You nodded your head, shaking with excitement. “Then I’ll see you later,” he brought down his face to kiss you on the forehead.

Your day went on as normal, you were giddy with excitement. Thinking about what he might do to you, you couldn’t help but feel on edge all day, in the best way possible.

Finally, time came that you were ready to get in the shower. You didn’t have to say it, he knew. You made your way to the bathroom, starting the water before slowly stripping of all your clothes, and stepping in. The hot water felt nice on your muscles, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. At any moment, your husband, your intruder would step in and have his way with you.

After a little while of soaping down your body and basking in the warm water, you heard the door creaking open. Before you could even register what was happening, he was behind you, naked. One hand cupping your mouth, the other around your waist pulling you body flush against his. “Shhh. Don’t scream. Are you going to be a good girl for me and do as I say?” You silently nod your head, underneath his hand you were grinning with excitement. He smiled, “good. Now, get on your knees.” He helped you to your knees, where you dropped your hands to the shower floor, hot water hitting your back.

His hand combed your hair, gently pulling it to make you look up at him, “you know what to do, don’t you? Go on, and don’t you dare fucking bite.” You slowly opened your mouth, as he stroked his cock a few times, then rubbing it on your face and gently tapping it on your check before aligning it with your awaiting mouth.

He let you take his tip into your mouth, but then suddenly his hand on your head moved to the back of your head, grabbing it roughly and forcing his cock down your throat. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth as you choked on his length, whining against him. He started bobbing your head up and down, using your mouth as his own personal fuck toy. “Your too good at this. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were expecting me hm?”

You couldn’t respond, your mouth occupied and being used by him. “Who am I kidding, of course you did. Sluts like you fucking love this shit don’t you?” He mocked, watching as you struggled to take him. He speed up, nearing his orgasm, “I’m gonna cum, your gonna swallow it f’me okay?” You desperately tried to nod, but with one last thrust he held your head down at the base of his cock, filling up your throat was his cum, that you willingly swallowed down.

He stroked your hair, praising you, “such a good girl, we’re not done yet tho, stand up.” You rose to your feet, only to be roughly flipped around, once again with your back facing him, and your arms pinned above your head right next to the toy you received earlier this morning. “Handcuffs for the shower? What a slut~” he purred into your ear, taking this as a sign to restrain both your hands in the respective cuffs. So here you where, back to him, restrained and dripping with need.

He let one of his hands up to your breasts, stroking and tugging at you sensitive buds while the other snakes down to your cunt where you needed him the most. He used his leg to nudge yours open, giving him a clear view of your wetness. His fingers stroked your clit a little bit before shoving both of them in your cunt, curling them up perfectly to hit your g-spot. “Mmph!~” you moaned, enjoying the way his finger skillfully worked in your cunt, stretching you out.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out and aligned his cock head with your entrance, while simultaneously taking his hand that was on your breast up to your mouth, shoving his fingers inside and hooking open your cheek, making it impossible to close your mouth, you whined at the intrusion, but your whine was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, his cock perfectly hitting all the right spots stretching you out. “Mmm fuck~ so good..” he groaned, starting to fuck into you.

His hand that was previously fingering you, now on your hip slid down to rub rough, quick circles on your clit. At the same time, he also began speeding up, pounding into you roughly. “Is’ too much!” You whined around his fingers, hardly coherent. “Be.” Thrust “quiet” thrust “and” thrust “take it.” The overwhelming stimulation of his thrusts, fingers on your clit and his words all became too much, and you felt your own orgasm coming soon. “Mmm gonna~!” He smirked, “gonna cum for me princess? Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

That was all it took for you to spasm around his length, as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own approaching as well. “Gonna breed this pussy full. Fuck take it take it!~” he moaned, finally spilling his cum inside you. After riding own his own, he eventually pulled out, quickly reaching up to undo the cuffs on your hand and pull your body in close, embarrassing you and kissing your forehead. “Did so good for me,” he praised as the water fell on you both.

After finishing your shower together, him sliding into boxers and you in a lose tank top and panties, you crawled into bed together, him spooning you, cradling you in his arms. “Did I do it right?” He questioned, “yes, thank you I loved it.” You giggled, gently squeezing his arm. “Did you like it? I didn’t make you uncomfortable trying out one of my weird fetishes right?..”

“Yes, I loved it. And no, you did not make me uncomfortable. I had just as much fun as you, and I’d love to hear more about your cute fantasy’s in the future.” You smiled, leaning back into his broad arms entrapping your smaller figure. “Mmm okay. Well goodnight Sugu’ I love you” he kissed the back of your head, “love you more.”

[qfzeeph]

Suprise! You get Zeeph Writings today because I am very sick and thinking about him to keep me sane :3

♡Kaito (Vocaloid) x Reader/Master HCs [3]♡

♡Reader is Sick♡ ♡Kaito is taking care of them!!♡

☆Since he's a weird android-type thing, Kaito doesn't really get sick in the way we do. Which makes him all the more available to take care of you when you fall ill.

☆it doesn't matter what you've got. This man will be by your side until the day you recover, wether that be if you're stuck at home or in the hospital recieving care. (For the sake of this post, reader is mainly going to be ill at home.) ☆He'll happily sleep on the floor when you're too sick to share a bed. He tries to stay close by to you incase you need anything ☆if you DO need anything, he'll do his best to have it right away. Tissues, ginger ale, you name it. ☆Keeping high spirits while you're sick is important. Kaito is really good at making you feel happy even when you're feeling your worst. He'll sing lullabies to you to help you sleep, watch TV with you to make you feel less alone, and even sits on the side of your bed when he can so you can hold his hand. He won't let you feel like you're suffering alone even for a second. ☆Sometimes being sick isn't pretty. Even when you're a disgusting hot mess, he's going to be right by your side to help you clean up. Hell, he'd help you clean yourself up, send you back to bed, and then take on the rest of the cleaning on his own so you can rest. He doesn't care how gross the mess ends up being, because if it's for you it's worth it. ☆Likewise, you have a washing machine. If something gets on the scarf, it gets on the scarf. He understands human illness isn't always just the sniffles and icky things do happen. He isn't going to get mad at you if he gets a little dirty trying to care for you. ☆Kaito tries not to be too clingy while you're sick. He understands that cuddling and hugging and being attached to you at all times is more stressful than comforting when you're not feeling well. He can't wait for you to be back on your feet so he can shower you with affection again. Though, sometimes he can't help himself and leaves little kisses on the top of your hand or forehead. If he's sitting next to your bed, a little hair ruffle means the world to him. ☆The first thing he'll want to do together after you recover completely is either take you to go get ice cream or alternatively your favorite sweet dessert. He'll even pay for it since you deserve a nice treat after all you've gone through. ...so basically, I have the norovirus ;A; it is NOT fun! But thinking about my blue guy makes me feel a little better. I'm cooped up on the couch (I have a loft bed and was having a hard time getting in/out of it) with one of my Kaito plushies to keep me company. As usual, thanks for givin' a read and hope everyone is healthy! ...at least healthier than I am right now :(((

[leclerced]

🌼anon here!(sorry for the multiple asks today idk maybe I'm ovulating) between maxoscar,landoscar and max-lando who do you think would be the most feral?....i just feel that lando - max threesome would make anyone loose their mind. Them taking turns to corrupt the reader😵‍💫

hi daisy !! i love all the asks so it’s okay!! im on my period and extremely horny so i dont mind 🫶🏻

i am a maxoscar girlie thru and thru so i want to say them but im going to tell u all my thoughts bc i dont think its that simple. all feral in dif ways. but lando is less feral and i explained that at the end.

max and oscar are both very calm and level headed, not very reactive, so they wouldn’t be noticeably excited, if that makes sense. they’d be up for anything, and if they suggest doing something new and kinky, it’s with a very neutral, almost bored expression and tone, “hey i’ve been reading about bondage, how do you feel about being tied up?” reader is the one who gets kinda feral, super eager for whatever it is, kinda like “oh my god yeah lets do that. i wanna do that right now.” would do literally anything though, it doesn’t matter who is suggesting it or what it is, they’re down to try it at least once.

landoscar would bounce off each other a lot, lando gets weird ideas and oscar goes along with them without too much thought. he just looks up whatever new weird thing lando wants to do and helps him talk to reader about it, chances are none of them have done it before so there’s some of trial and error when they’re trying new things. i think lando would be really high energy and excited about it, same with reader, and oscar slows them down and reminds them to take their time, not to get caught in the moment.

max lando would function very similarly, with max taking on a kind of guiding role and keeping lando in line. lando’s v eager to please, happy to listen to max’s commands especially when it’s something he wants to do like overstim reader. feral in that sense.

specifically with lando, w max or oscar, i feel like there’s things he wouldn’t do bc he’s squeamish. just certain things would wig him out so he’s less feral than max and oscar, who would do anything at least once just to see if they like it. or even do stuff they don’t necessarily get off to bc reader does and just getting her off gets them off so it doesn’t matter if they like it as much. lando would have a few things he just considers gross bc he doesn’t like the way smth feels on his skin or smth like that. maybe food kink? reader suggests playing with whip cream and he’s like “no. that only goes on ice cream or pie. it’s so messy it’d get all over the sheets and we’ll have to shower because we’ll be gross and sticky. i hate being sticky. what if it gets in my hair?” meanwhile oscar’s imagining all the different things he can drip onto her and lick off, like honey or chocolate, or what he can dip in whatever he’s covered her in. lando would cringe at the idea.

[ddejavvu]

Would you be willing to write a pstar!Eddie Munson hurt/comfort bit. Where he finally confesses his feelings because he’s pretty sure you like him too, but his nervous smile falls because you start crying. And you say you do love him, but he doesn’t want you. Which he thinks is crazy, because Eddie’s ever the romantic, saying if you two love each other, nothing else matters. But reader thinks they may be asexual/are at least unsure about sex, and obviously that’s Eddie’s fucking career. But with a happy ending for the two of them? 🥺 sorry I hope this is okay!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni. (for dynamic purposes, this does not contain any smut).

Eddie's not understanding. He doesn't get it, he doesn't comprehend what you mean. He's sitting there, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, insisting that he doesn't care, that it doesn't change the way he feels about you. Doesn't conflict with it.

But how could it not? He's a porn star, he makes his living jamming his dick into places you're not comfortable with him jamming it on you. And what kind of relationship would that be? He's fucking other people but he can't fuck you? You can't imagine him content with that.

"You're not understanding," Eddie urges, his hands knotted in his hair at his scalp, "I don't care. Sex isn't important, I'm not interested in you for your body. I could care less if we fucked. I- I mean, it wouldn't be a bad thing, but there's a million other things we could do instead. Like- like go on a date, read together, get breakfast, I don't care!"

"But it is important, Eddie! It's your career, it's a major part of your life! I don't think you'd be starring in pornos if you didn't like sex!"

"Yeah, okay, I like sex, it feels nice. But does a bath, and I'd still date you if you preferred showers!"

"This isn't about baths or showers, Eddie! This is about sex! Gross, sweaty, up-close-and-personal, nauseating, sticky sex!"

"I know! I know it is," Eddie stands, hands slapping his sides exasperatedly, "And I'm telling you, it's okay. You don't like sex, we don't have to have it. It- it makes you uncomfortable, I get it! And I won't ask you to. But you're acting like I'm made of it, like there's no possible way we could ever work because you're not into it. I'm telling you over and over again that I don't want to be with you to have sex with you, I want to be with you to love you. That's all I want!"

"But your job-"

"Is that. A job. Do you think that mechanics rule out a partner if they don't have a car? Do you think firemen reject ladies if they're fire-safe? My job isn't my life, and I don't need to bring it home if you don't like it. And- and if it makes you uncomfortable to be with me while that's my job, then I'll quit. I'll work at a grocery store, or something. Something with less sex."

You can't help but chuckle, even if you're trying to remain strong.

"Less sex?" You look up at him through dewy eyes, "I don't think there's any sex involved with working at the grocery store."

He grins; he knows he's won.

He sits beside you again on the bed, the mattress bouncing under his weight, "Well, I dunno. There's a lot of phallic objects in the produce section. Bananas, cucumbers, eggplants. Come to think of it, I've heard some weird things about eggs themselves, and-"

"Eddie! Gross," Your face scrunches into a grimace, but a laugh reaches his ears that eases away the last bit of despair from his chest, "You're really not doing a good job pitching sex to me."

"I'm not pitching it to you!" He insists, "It's not your thing, I'm not self-absorbed enough to think I could change that. And I don't want to. I'm agreeing with you," He takes your hand, squeezing it tight, "Sex is gross."

A moment of silence passes between you two that Eddie fills with a brush of his thumb over the back of your hand. It's noiseless, of course, but it speaks.

"Come on. Let's try a date, okay? I'll take you out to dinner, somewhere nice. And we won't get salads. I'm sure cucumber is anything but appealing to you now."

"Very," Your nose wrinkles, and he smooths the line out with his own nose. His breath fans over your face as he butts his nose into your own, and his pretty brown eyes merge into one at the close proximity. Slowly but surely, a smile grows over your face, one that makes him giddy beyond reason. When you finally nod he feels it against his face, and he has the sudden, strange urge to press your smiles together, fit them like puzzle pieces until your teeth clack.

Instead he stands, pulling you up on your own feet.

"Breakfast for dinner? There's a pancake joint ten minutes away. No eggs, though, 'promise."

[bruisedboys]

i just realized my last ask was so like straight to the point and rude 😭 but happy 3 million 🤭 but like saturn | maybe like baseball!steve seeing his girl at his practice and they get shakes after idk 😭🤭

lmao no you’re good soph 🤍 baseball steve makes me dizzy

gn!reader 0.6k words

You honestly didn’t think Steve Harrington could get any hotter. That is until you saw him swinging a baseball bat around like it was a fucking sword. You practically melted on the spot.

You’re sitting in the stands with Lucas as Steve’s practice comes to a close. You’d never admit it to anyone, not even Steve himself, but you’ve practically been drooling over him the entire time. Lucas has been graciously ignoring your obvious infatuation until now.

“Y/N.” He gives your shoulder a shake. “You’re staring.”

You blink. You’d been watching Steve pack up the gear with his team, his hair all sweaty and floppy and his arms practically bursting out of his jersey sleeves. The fabric on his jersey straining as he bends to scoop up a pile of equipment.

“Wasn’t staring,” you lie through your teeth. “Just observing.”

Lucas huffs like he doesn’t believe you, but it’s all in good nature. He knows you could bring up all the times you’ve caught him staring at Max, if you wanted to.

“Whatever you say.” Lucas rolls his eyes and stands up. “M’gonna go see where Max went. See you around, lovebird.”

He shoves your shoulder and you wrinkle your nose at the nickname. He’s only been gone about ten seconds when you hear your name from the pitch.

“Y/N!”

You eyes zero in on Steve, who’s gazing up at you with a hand over his eyes to block the sun. The pitch is mostly empty. You beam and wave, clambering down the rows of seats til you reach the bottom one. Steve jogs to meet you there and scoops you up into his arms when you do, spinning you around in the air til you’re breathless and giggling.

“Steve!” You squeal, hands braced on his firm shoulders.

He laughs from his chest, a lovely, hearty sound, and sets you down on the grass. You’re both smiley as you catch your breath.

“How’d I do today, angel?” He asks, setting his hands on his hips. One of his teammates calls his name from the edge of the pitch. Steve turns and they exchange a wave and then he’s right back in your personal space.

You wrinkle your nose teasingly. He smells like sweat and grass. “I don’t know anything about baseball, Stevie,” you deadpan. “You did look quite handsome, though.”

Steve’s laugh is surprised and fond and makes your chest burn. He shrugs and his grin is staggering. “That’s good enough for me.”

You grin and push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. He meets you halfway with all the eagerness in the world, hands on your biceps and mouth greedy. He kisses you so sweetly you could cry, but with enough fervour that your stomach explodes with butterflies.

When he pulls away you’re gasping for breath. You look up at Steve and find him looking about frazzled as you feel.

“You need to take a shower,” you say, pulling a face. Anything to stop him looking at you like that.

Steve fakes hurt and rolls his eyes. “You’re such a priss,” he says with less heat than a box of ice.

You scoff and shove him in the chest. He doesn’t move an inch.

“Seriously,” you say. “You’re gross and sweaty.”

He is sweaty, but he’s far from gross. He’s hot, with his damp hair and his burly arms, grass stains on his knees and a stripe of sweat on his forehead. It’s driving you mad.

Steve huffs. “Can we at least get milkshakes first? I promised Lucas and Max I’d drive them to the diner after.”

You sigh. There he goes again, using the kids as an excuse to get what he wants. The worst part is, it works on you.

“Fine,” you say begrudgingly. Or not so much. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if Steve stayed like this forever.

[nightfallgame]

(NSFW) SHORT — Viktor Lucero (03)

Originally Written: 07-29-21

Prompt: Fluffy comfort sex with Viktor.

Tired is the best way to describe it. Viktor is always tired, but some days, it’s worse than others. The persistent feeling of weights on his shoulders and cold cotton fluff filling up his head never really wants to fade. It pushes him to be lazy and sluggish, to not care about much at all. 

On bad days, he lies in bed and doesn’t do anything else. Eating isn’t worth it. Brushing his hair takes too much energy. If it requires more effort than rolling over to grab the water bottle beside his bed and take a messy chug, he can’t make himself do it. Even when he thinks of you and how disappointed you’d be to know he’s neglecting himself again, the lead in Viktor’s limbs makes it impossible to do anything to change it. 

He stays in his dorm, in bed, and daydreams about all kinds of things. Good things, like marrying you someday in the distant future, and bad things, like if you ditch his sorry self before that can ever happen. Thinking too hard makes his head hurt. He buries his face against his pillow and heaves a whining sigh. Sleep sounds good, but he’s already slept all of the night before and half of today, and his body seems to have decided that amount is more than enough. He’s wide awake no matter what he does. 

When the door creaks open, Viktor doesn’t bother to roll over. There’s only one person who’d visit him, and although the thought of you makes his heart pound, he can’t work up the energy to try to look presentable. 

“You okay?” your soft voice says. Viktor shivers at the sound. 

“Fine,” he mumbles. On days like this, he feels more like the distant self he was before meeting you. He feels detached from everything. 

“Don’t look it. Can I sit down?”

Viktor makes a quiet, affirming noise, and you settle on the bed beside him. Your weight is comforting. It makes him feel less alone. Viktor heaves a shuddering sigh. He wants to roll over and wrap his arms around your waist, but his body isn’t listening. Instead, he inhales the musty scent of his pillow and silently hopes that you’ll do something for him. Something warm. 

Just as he’s hoping, your hand finds his shoulder, buried under the thin layer of his sheets. You rub a couple of slow lines over the muscle and bone. Whatever you’re seeing right now, it has to be pathetic beyond words. 

But... he wants you. Even when you’re seeing the worst of him, Viktor wants you. Nothing makes him feel as alive as when you’re by his side. If you told him to, he’d fight the weight in his chest with everything he had, just to see if it would make you smile. You’re the only thing that matters in his life, better than anything, and when you touch him, his whole being lights up with warmth that hardly feels fair. How he managed to deserve someone like you, Viktor’s not sure. He probably doesn’t. He can’t. 

“Poor thing. Today’s bad, isn’t it?” you question. Your touch stays. 

Viktor nods. You rub up and down his shoulder again and again. He closes his eyes and tries to sink into that touch. To think about nothing but how good it feels to be wanted by the one person who makes living worth it. Maybe he’d waste away if it wasn’t for you. He wouldn’t really care if he did. 

And then, you lean down and press a soft kiss to the side of his head. It makes him wince. His hair is greasy and gross. You don’t seem to care. 

You do it again. And again after that. Rolling Viktor over like he weighs nothing, the next kiss lands on his forehead, then his temple, then his cheek. His eyes go wide. Showered with affection, a warm, light feeling finds its way into his chest and surges. Your smile, when he sees it, is glowing and fond. The crushing feeling hanging over him ebbs just slightly, and when you land another kiss on his cheek, a smile tugs at his lips all on its own. 

“That’s better,” you grin. “Smile. I like it when you’re happy.” And you flop down over him and kiss him again and again. By the time those kisses make it to his lips, Viktor is smiling in a way he can’t stop at all. 

However, the tone soon shifts. Viktor kisses back desperately. He deepens it from the light press of lips you started, and when you try to pull back, he grabs at you desperately to keep you close. You hum. You lick into his mouth and let one of your hands slip into his hair. Viktor wants just like he always does, and you seem ready to give him what he aches for. 

By the time you pull away, he’s hard. Because Viktor is easy at his core, it doesn’t take much. All you have to do is touch him, and his body responds. Deep kisses leave him longing. He can’t stop it even if he tries. 

“Do you want me to take care of you?” you whisper. He nods. 

From there, it’s a mess of you kissing him stupid and tugging his willing body into your lap when you lie back against the bed. Viktor winds up sprawled out on top of you, cuddled up close. Your fingers find his waistband and work his pants open and down around his hips. A hot touch trails over the stand-out line of his hip bone, and you hum, pleased, when he instinctively twitches into it. His cock is already straining against his underwear, hard and ready, and you smile fondly at the sight. 

You tease him. For a long minute, it’s just your fingers rubbing sweetly at whatever skin you can reach. Viktor buries his face against your collarbone and whines. He wants so much. Every time your nails drag over his skin, his dick twitches helplessly. He’s already panting lightly. 

When you work his underwear down to his thighs, Viktor’s hard enough that his cock slaps wetly up against his stomach. You laugh something about him being easy to please, and his face flushes with both pride and a strange, flustered feeling. It makes you happy. He doesn’t care how embarrassing it is, so long as it makes you smile right at him. 

You trail two fingertips up the underside of him. Viktor moans raggedly and bucks up into it, but that just makes you giggle and pull away. 

“So eager,” you croon into his ear. “Do you feel better? I want to help you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you until every bad thing goes away.” The words are said with so much love that Viktor shudders and closes his eyes. 

He needs this. He needs you. 

He whimpers something that might be a please. You just rub at his tip with your two fingers, light and teasing. That torturous touch continues until Viktor is whining and twitching his hips against it, and it’s only when he’s reduced to shaking all over that you give him more at all. 

As your whole hand wraps around him, Viktor cries out. His back arches all the way down his spine, and sparks burst across his vision like miniature fireworks. You stroke him a few times, grip light, and that’s enough to have him keening for you. Viktor nuzzles into your shoulder and tries to breathe. You jerk him off like you have all the time in the world. Viktor shudders and sighs and moans, and in no time at all, your fingers wander down to his sac and cup the tender area oh-so-gently. 

“Pretty boy. So sweet. I’m so happy I can be here for you.” Endless praises pour out of your mouth. Your touch finds the space beneath his balls and presses in just right to make him spasm like he’s been shocked. 

Even without any further touch to his cock, Viktor’s pretty sure he could come. You’re nudging up against the spot inside of him that drives him crazy, and that’s probably all it’ll take. His dick jerks against his belly, neglected and desperate, and you rub against that place over and over again until the closest thing to words he can manage are gasping little moans. 

Your hand returns to his dick. Viktor bucks into the touch. You whisper that you love him right in his ear, and that’s the last thing he needs. 

He spills all over your hand with a soft, sharp cry. 

Viktor comes down feeling like he’s floating. You stroke him all the way through the aftershocks and let him cuddle into you. He clings so tightly it probably hurts, but you don’t complain. You just squeeze him right back. 

“Do you feel better?” you ask. 

When he thinks about it, he does. Maybe it’s because he got off. Probably, it’s because you’re there at all, holding him close. Either way, some of the cold lethargy has bled right out of him. He feels a little more alert, a little more alive, and warm deep in his chest while you rub his back. He mumbles to you that yeah, he does feel a little better. You squeeze him. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, Viktor silently hopes that this will never end. He knows you’ll have to pull away and get him cleaned up eventually, but right now... he can pretend like you’ll be able to hold him forever. 

[vampyre-nights]

Trans!Leon headcanons

Not enough people talk about trans!Leon in a non-sexual way. It saddens me to see people being so weird and gross about the hc sometimes, so I'm going to add some more regular stuff to the pool ig. This hc makes me so so happy as a trans person myself, and honestly I totally see him being trans regardless of my own identity.

Also if these seem unrealistic for the time period or situation I really don't gaf because there are insane bioweapons that can make tyrants and turn people into huge flesh/eye monsters among other things.

Also CW for transphobia mention/discussion for the Krauser segment of this!

He definitely used to bind using bandages. I could see this happening from a few years before RE2 up to the creation of the DSO after AUPIT. I think he would have switched to using (safe) tape, since it's less visible, you can exercise and shower with it, and you don't have to take it off for several days. so, it's practical for his job; at least a lot more practical than a binder. The tape would also probably be (surprisingly) fairly easy for him to get access to while working for the DSO since, from what I have found from research, if you went to a physical therapist they could give some to you. With the amount of injuries Leon constantly sustains he could probably get a pretty good supply, and I'm sure Hunnigan could help keep it on the dl.

Also, Hunnigan, Claire, Chris, Krauser, the people who had Leon's dossier when they kidnapped him and Sherry definitely know. It's impossible for the people running the DSO not to know, since they keep close tabs on Leon. I like to think he chose to tell Chris, Claire, and Hunnigan because he is close to them.

While, realistically, it would probably be kind of hard for him to get top surgery because of how often he's out in missions, I think he probably got some downtime, again thanks to Hunnigan, and did it. I'm not sure of the logistics of him doing this without the DSO knowing because of the recovery period, but maybe he did it under the guise of a major injury. This would be some time between RE4 and RE6, but I'm not exactly sure how long before RE6 and after RE4 it would be.

Krauser's pretty boy comments are, in the first place, likely homophobic. At that time period it was much more common place to hear it be used against feminine men/men who people suspected of being gay, and I think Krauser also probably used it in a sort of transphobic way as well. Something along the lines of how cis men today use the term femboy against trans people. I still think Krauser had some, at the very least, sexual feelings for Leon, but you can be homophobic and gay yk.

He takes shots because it's the most practical for him. Though it's not super practical, he would definitely be on HRT at some point (be it before RE2 or some time after. I like to think before but it wasn't very accessible then.)

Chris is definitely on Leon's ass about taking care of himself after (and before too but definitely after) Vendetta, and this definitely comes into play with helping remind him that he isn't any less of a man, helping him through his dysphoria, etc. the man wants his boyfriend to be safe, healthy, and happy.

[shall-we-imagine]

Cookies and sleep (Klaus Goldstein AU)

A/N: literally ever since I saw this ask I've been wanting to write it the feeling I get from it is just aahh 💞💞💞

Genre: ?

(Third person point of view)

8:04 AM

"Shit." The blond mutters, realizing he'd overslept. Yes, indeed, it is his day off, but that doesn't make it any less busy than a work day..

He practically falls off the bed in an attempt to sprint to the bathroom, silently cursing his phone for the missing alarm all the way.

He skips his morning shower, knowing he'll come back sweaty and gross in an hour or so after he goes running.

Yes, the perfect time for a run would've been around 6 am, but this damned phone decided it was okay to let Klaus have an extra two hours, which he probably needed after staying up late working on a PowerPoint, but still: Klaus wasn't very thankful. He now has to push all his plans 2 hours back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones along with his jacket, he runs into the street madman style. A very late madman.

The cold air stings his skin like a thousand invisible needles. "Fuck." He breathes out, attempting to wear his jacket without really slowing down, which he's almost sure looks absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to waste, so if he needs to make a fool out of himself to get things done then so be it.

He eventually reaches the park where he usually goes for a run; it had a huge running track surrounding it, making it both challenging and fun. However, at this moment, Klaus could only view it as challenging, seeing as he's already panting after all the rush he was in ever since he woke up.

"No time for breaks." He mutters, forcing himself to push through the exhaustion while continuing to pant like a dog on a hot day.

He passes by another runner who just gives Klaus a sympathetic smile, as she proceeds with her routine, keeping her breathing steady. Klaus wanted to yell that he wasn't normally this pitiful and that he's actually fairly athletic, but he didn't have it in him to even speak, so he just displays a pained smile on his face instead, letting the random stranger think of him as pitiable.

10:23 AM

Klaus sighs. He knows he shouldn't hold onto the clouds of gloom surrounding him ever since he woke up, but it was very unlike him to be late. In fact, he's scolded countless people for being late, assuring them this could never be him.

Life is funny like that.

"No one will know. We'll take it to the grave." He assures himself, as he reaches for his keys.

His keys.

His keys?

Where are his keys?!

Did he drop them while running? No way; he would've known!

Did he even grab them before leaving?

"Fuck me." Klaus curses.

There's simply no way for him to open his door from outside except with the keys. He basically locked himself outside.

Elias has a spare key, but calling him would expose an unorderly, late, uncomposed Klaus. A version of him that should never see the light of day.

Klaus is not dramatic about this or anything.

10:37 AM

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower more or hisdignity and pride.

His stomach growls.

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower and food more or his dignity and pride.

He pushes himself off his front porch and circulates his house, sort of like a burglar tryna find his way in.

A miracle.

A thought shone through his misery, possibly saving the day.

Who would've known that delaying getting a window's broken lock fixed would bring such happiness to a perfectionist like him?

Klaus pushes the window open with one swift movement and kicks his leg up, hooking it on the window sill and pulling himself up.

The excitement had erased the dimensions of the window from Klaus's memory, but he was to be reminded immediately with a loud bang once his head collides with the top if the window.

He grumbles in pain and annoyance but pushes himself inside anyway.

He rubs his head and moans in pain, "Today's just not my day." he mumbles.

Klaus drags himself into the hot shower, relieved bythe only relaxing thing he's experienced this morning.

10:58 AM

Klaus isn't a fan of brunch, but he was too hungry to complain.

Hey, at least the waffles taste as good as they would've at 6 AM. He smiles to himself.

Meow

Klaus stiffens.

Would it be too farfetched to assume Elias came over with his kitten?

The source of the noise reveals itself. Lo and behold it is, in fact, not Elias's tiny black kitten. Instead, struts in a chubby orange cat that Klaus has never ever seen before.

"Rude." Klaus mumbles.

The cat meows back as if to object to his insult.

"Come on you invited yourself in! How did you even get in here?" His gaze pans over to the broken window. Aha.

"Well, whatever." He had no energy left to argue with the entitled feline. He wanted to eat his breakfast and relax.

11:14 AM

"You really shouldn't be eating so much; you're already a bit chubbier than you should be." His fingers lovingly rub the top of the stray's head, heavily contrasting his words. Thankfully, cats don't speak human.

Occupied with the tuna, Little Stalker -as Klaus called her- ignores Klaus's health advice and stuffs her face.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" The blonde rolls his eyes, before proceeding to shower the cat with physical affection.

He almost melts when she purrs in response, but no, he must play hard to get.

12:03 PM

"Yes you're a good girl; you're the best girl! Good job!" He squeezes the towel-wrapped cat into his arms.

Hmm...how's 49 mins for hard to get?

At least he found it in him to force her into a bath, right?

The cat hisses at him, clearly unhappy with the progression of events, perhaps reconsidering its choices of houses to break into.

3:45 PM

Klaus groans at the doorbell, willing his sibling (probably) to go away. Not because he didn't miss him, but simply because he was comfortable in bed. So was Cookie, who'd gotten comfortable on his chest.

He admires his new furry friend, spotted with brown "chocolate chips" that inspired ber new more appropriate name. Alfonse or Elias better have have something worth moving the cat and getting up for.

He sighs and forces himself towards the noise of possibly the third or fourth round of knocks and bell rings.

"Why are you so persistent?" Klaus rolls his eyes.

"I missed you too, Klaus." Elias pushes past his older brother, tentatively followed by a giggly Alfonse.

Klaus glares at his older brother, scaring him into giving a better performance of totally not finding this funny.

Alfonse isn't very good at this role.

"W-when did you get a cat?" As confused as Elias is, that doesn't stop him from pulling the furball into his arms.

"Today. I also didn't get it; it sort of forced itself onto me, really." He shrugs.

"Explains a lot" The youngest retorts sarcastically but moves on nonetheless, practically adopting Cookie for the time being.

7:36 PM

"I told you I won't forget; now leave!"

"Okay, okay, you're so pushy, jeez."

Klaus practically shoves his younger brothers out the door.

"See you later; have a safe ride home; bye!" Door slam.

Klaus sigh, resting his back on the front door.

Cookie curiously approaches him, meowing in the process, earning herself a smile from the tall blond.

She rubs her head against his legs, so Klaus gives in and pulls her into his arms. "You're such a lil manipulator, y'know that?"

Klaus takes his new companion and goes back to his room.

9:49 PM

Cookie buries her face in the crook of a sleeping Klaus's neck, not very keen on making sure he doesn't wake up.

Alas, the blond was too far gone to be woken up by the furball.

After all, he'd had a pretty long day.

And even though he'd swear to never be able to sleep except in complete darkness, Klaus was now in deep sleep while the light from the tv screen illuminates his sharp features.

Well, not like that was the only out of character thing to happen today, huh?

[bakery-anon]

My loves!!! I’m so sorry I wasn’t the most active member of tumblr today </3 I unfortunately had to work 😔 tomorrow is more of me being here when I can escape (my breaks). I don’t know how active I’ll be Monday either bcs while I don’t have school I am having a sleepover but we shall see!!!

Anyways!

I hope you all had a lovely day. I want to remind everyone that sometimes it’s needed to be mean. Sometimes you need to be mean bcs being nice isn’t working anymore. I’m not endorsing being mean to ppl just because but if you have told people things over and over and they are crossing your boundaries continuously…be mean. And it doesn’t make you an awful person for having boundaries.

Please remember that your feelings are valid, even if you think they’re stupid. Or if you think that you shouldn’t feel like that bcs “it was a stupid reason.” If it hurt you it isn’t stupid. You’re allowed to be upset over things that you would find silly. You’re allowed to be upset at things. It’s okay to not be okay, it’s okay to not be happy all the time. The most important thing is to remember to take care of yourself. Take breaks when needed. Drink water (this is your reminder), eat food even if you can only eat a small snack, ask for help if you need it. Please rest when you feel tired. It’s not safe to work yourself to exhaustion.

I know not everyone is afforded that luxury but take care of yourself to the best of your ability. A simple self-care thing can be listening to your favorite song and dancing to it. Or take a bath/shower, sometimes it helps make you feel less gross. Watch your favorite movie! Have fun, find joy in the little moments of life because that’s where I find most of my joy.

Point is: take care of yourself, find things that make you happy. Find people who make you feel loved. Find people to love.

Speaking of love. If no one has told you today, I love you <3 you are deserving of love. You deserve to be loved even if you don’t think you are. You deserve to be loved; platonically, romantically, unconditionally. You deserve love and care for simply being you. You deserve to be loved for the moments that make you hate yourself.

Sweet dreams everyone, sorry I kind of went on a small tangent there </3 I love all of you though. I hope you had a good day and if you didn’t that you have a better one tomorrow. Get some sleep, drink some water, eat food. And take a break if you need one. I love you all goodnight and sweet dreams <3

-love bug <3 🍪

[marvelingjules]

Cleaned my room some this afternoon. I’ve been putting it off because I just have not had the energy or time. But I told myself all week I had to do something today, and finally in the mid-afternoon I figured I could at LEAST deal with the pile of closet-mess. Aka: the things that don’t fit in the closet so spill out before it.

Switched the sweaters and dresses and whatnot I am using with the ones I’m not, so now my regular-use ones can just hand on the back of my door and the less-used is tucked on the far side of the closet rod. Went through for trash - junk mail, store bags, etc - that somehow always gathers in corners. Put all dirty clothes into the hamper again. Found a handful of shirts, shorts, and hair ties in a corner of Bailey’s Cave - he stole them for a nest, so those went into the hamper too. (He’s not happy.)

Still a lot to be done, but I made progress, I tackled the section that needed the most work, and I can do more after the trip.

Now to go shower, since I feel gross after cleaning for 2.5 hours.

[timeoverload]

I'm not sure how I made it through the day but I did it. A lot of it was horrible but surprisingly there were no tears. I was swearing a lot though. I had 32 cases and it was so crazy that the coordinator had to help me most of the morning. She was being very nice and I really appreciated her help because I probably would have wanted to walk out otherwise.

The fastest doctor had 2 rooms again and he was completing surgeries in less than 6 minutes so it was impossible to keep up even though 2 of us were working on stuff at the same time. He did 15 surgeries in less than 3 hours. I didn't get to eat breakfast and I had a horrible migraine when I woke up this morning but I took medicine so I could keep going. There were also 6 surgeries on the other side of the hospital and they kept forgetting to bring me stuff so I had to go back and forth so many times. It was exhausting.

I was so happy that someone covered my lunch because I thought I was going to pass out. I got a cup of soup because I really did not want to eat their sandwiches. It wasn't enough but at least I had something so I wasn't as nauseated. I was happy that I got to sit and talk with my friend again for a little while. I did get annoyed because someone was using the microwave in the cafeteria and they set their bagel on fire somehow. I'm not sure how they managed to do that but there was a lot of smoke so I had to get up and leave.

There were 5 specialty cases this afternoon and 4 of them were different kinds of corneal transplants so they used a lot of shit. I was turning over instruments all day. I got frustrated at the end of the day because the only corneal transplant tray we have got contaminated before the last case when they were opening. The tech got a bunch of holes in her glove somehow but the gloves were close to expiring anyway so I guess that makes sense. I rushed to get the tray in the autoclave but the cycle takes 50 minutes so it wouldn't be ready in time so I'm glad we had some instruments wrapped individually in the closet. I got all of my stuff cleaned up and I went and sat in the hallway and watched the last case which was a complex corneal transplant. I have never seen anything like that before. The evening team lead even came out of the department to watch because it was slow. I normally don't get grossed out by eye stuff but I felt like I was watching a horror movie for a while. I probably shouldn't describe it in detail. I wasn't planning on staying late because there was a tech that could clean the instruments for me but I couldn't stop watching. I ended up staying an hour late but it was voluntary so I can't complain.

Earlier I thought I was going to fall asleep when I got home but I'm wide awake right now. I wish my body wasn't tired so I could actually accomplish something. I think I have just had an absurd amount of caffeine today but I'm sure I will crash in an hour or 2. I'm not very hungry but I will try to eat something.

I really wanted to see you this weekend too but I don't think that's going to happen because you haven't talked to me. I've also been wanting to try that beer since last year but I don't think I will get to this year either. I would love to get out of the house and do something fun. I hope everyone has a great time though.

I'm not really planning on doing anything this weekend. I'm going to make myself get up early tomorrow and take a long shower. Then I'm going to go to the store and pick up my medicine. That's about it. I know I'm going to be hurting in the morning. I'm hoping that I don't feel too bad. I don't want to sleep all day.

I didn't have any quiet time today so I think I need to relax now. I'm not sure what I'm going to do the rest of the night. I guess I'm going to hang out with Salazaar. I'm probably not going to be able to get up for a while anyway because he fell asleep on my feet. I'm not planning on staying up late because I want to wake up early. I don't have much else to say right now. Hopefully tomorrow is a good day.

I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow too!!! 💖💖💖

[dopaminergicaddictions]

I woke up at 3:30. I fell asleep around 7:30 or 7:45. I closed my eyes at 7:25. I don't remember laying there for long. It felt like 3-7 minutes. Which is amazing.

I remember having anxiety about my rapid eye movement and comforting myself saying I've hit rem sleep every single day for months now and then listening to family guy and I was gone.

I finished all of bobs burgers. Family guy has too many dialogue breaks. American dad is kinda terrible. It also had diagloue breaks. And see I like king of the hill but the graphics are kinda hard to watch.

I'm probably just going to rewatch bobs burgers.

So- my hallucination yesterday was kinda bad especially during the shower. I have a hard time listening to music. I sing and i have these awful secondary psychosis thoughts such as I have to wash dead names cunt. I have to clean my pussy lips. It's fucking gross and it makes things really fucking intolerable. I was hallucinating my deadname a lot which is almost all I hallucinate now. Minus, successful right now, happy birthday, i have a birthday present for deadname blanchette. Or it'll try to take over my thoughts and say dead name is washing his cunt.

So it's been pretty bad. I def don't have a thoughts disorder but, if I don't try to think very concise thoughts, I have issues with not thinking dead name I have to do this, no nathan I'm going to do this. It's gross how psychosis associated nathan with my deadname.

I'm not going to lie I'm thinking about changing my first name now. Cause whenever I call myself nathan my deadname follows. Or vice versus, I say my deadname first and then say Nathan...

The sad thing is Nathan is the only name I have EVER identified with. I mean all the other male names I just don't identified with them.

The hallucination at the moment seems less intrusive and less loud. It feels like it's going away but idk. It seems it gets worse when I'm at my peak hours of my circadian rhythm. Whenever I'm the most awake and productive... like between 10 pm to 2 a.m or something like that.

I mean I've been sitting in, "silence" a lot today cause I got new dry erase markers and I've been working on my schedule and doing laundry and I'm still hallucinating constantly but it's quieter and less intrusive. I'm hoping it stays this way and gets better but I'm not at my peak.

Even when it was really terrible it was way better in the morning/early day before I became more alert....

So I've been looking at herbal remedies. As antipsychotics are not ever going to be an option. I'll consider taking my thyroid meds if I get to the 21st and its still there but I'm only taking it until my levels go to normal so I can avoid excessive weight gain... if the voice goes away, then I'm going to stop it. If it comes back..... I might restart it ... but idk... if the voice doesn't go away and I get to normal levels I'm absolutely stopping it.... I'll go on them for max a month and I'm going to gain at least 10 pounds. I'm already 200 and that's more than I used to be. I used to fluctuate around 185 and 195.... now it seems to be 195-200..... despite not having insomnia anymore thanks to Xanax.....

The herbal remedies aren't really promising. I know what's wrong with me bc I studied psychosis and schizophrenia extensively in graduate school and my bachelors program..

Basically my D2 dopamine receptor is overstimulated... when you hallucination, the dopamine in your mesolimbic pathway is excessive and you have more receptors than the average person.

Someone like you may have say 50 receptors. Your presynaptic neuron will excrete dopamine to the post synaptic dendrites and there will be left over dopamine that can't bind to your receptors bc the postsynaptic neuron only has so many receptors and the post synaptic neuron will take what it can and an action potential will occur.

All that excessive dopamine will be removed via enzymatic degradation and re-uptake. Your neuron will only take what it can and it will clean up the excess dopamine or any other neurotransmitter....

Well mine as I have psychosis might have 100 receptors instead of your normal amount of 50. So the post synaptic neuron will take more dopamine and create that action potential which will be in my case a hallucination..... because there are too many receptors and reuptake and enzymatic degradation is not occurring at the same healthy rate as a healthy individual.

So in order to block the excess transmission of dopamine on the D2 receptor you need an antagonist.

Agonist- increase receptor binding.

Antagonist-block receptors.

So I need something that acts as an antagonist on my D2 receptors. Whatever it is needs to block those receptors so that excess of dopamine gets reuptaked or gets degraded.

Antipsychotics target all dopamine receptors. Not just the mesolimbic pathway. So when you take them they decrease dopamine at the D2 receptors but decrease it everywhere else which is why someone experiences the negative symptoms of schizophrenia.... because it also decreases the dopamine in the mesocortical pathway. The negative symptoms of schizophrenia are caused by a DECREASE in dopamine in the mesocortical pathway. That's why Antipsychotics aren't a great way to fix hallucinations.

Atypical antipsychotics are better for negative symptoms or both but they also decrease dopamine everywhere although I believe they increase dopamine in the mesocortical pathway making the negative symptoms less problematic.... but if your mesocortical pathway is excreting the right amount of dopamine, overstimulating the dopamine receptors in the mesocortical pathway can cause other issues with executive functioning and a lot of other things. Which is why they wouldn't give someone like me an atypical antipsychotic because my dopamine levels are normal in my mesocortical pathway.

The problem with antipsychotics go beyond creating negative symptoms. They cause Parkinson and astonia and tardive dsykinesia... that's why they prescribe an anticholinergic. Which as I stated before has the side effect of causing REOCCURENCE. You need the anticholinergics to stop tardive dsykinesia.

Unfortunately those extra extrapyramidal side effects aren't 100% avoided just bc you take an anticholinergic... my uncle who luckily is not blood related to me, has paranoid schizophrenia. He has been on antipsychotics and anticholinergics since he was 17. He has Parkinson now. The reason for this is because Parkinson is caused by low dopamine levels. Someone with Parkinson is prescribed something called, L-dopa. Which is synthetic dopamine and increases dopamine in the appropriate pathway and potentially all dopamine pathways. I'm not as savvy in Parkinson disease. I know enough about it to understand why it happens from antipsychotics. I'm just unsure of what dopamine receptors are affected prior to the meds and then from the meds. However I believe it's the mesolimbic pathway. And l-dopa causes an increase of dopamine everywhere. I could be wrong about that.

All I know is i have an excess of d2 receptors, and the excess dopamine in my mesolimbic pathway is not being degraded or being reuptaked.

So I've been on Google scholar and other site trying to find an antagonist on the d2 receptors. A lot of these natural dopamine depletors have research suggesting they can be an agonist as well. I def do not need an agonist on my d2 receptors....

I have found white mulberry. I have to do extensive research as it does claim to be an antagonist on the d2 receptors. Unfortunately there isn't a lot of research done on herbal remedies. I'm hoping these white mulberries have more research once I find the right words.

D2

White mulberries

Psychosis/ psychotic symptoms

Is what I'm typing in now. I'm hoping I can fine tune it and find more than a literature review discussing multiple plants in Nigeria.

Upon a single google search it claims white mulberry is an antagonist on the d2 receptors but I'm not seeing the research.

It also claims magnesium is but I found research that suggests it's an agonist as well. It seems mixed.

So yea thats where I'm at. I'm trying very hard to fix my problem in a way where I don't lose my ability to be me.

As the days go by and the symptoms stay the same I worry the 20th will come and pass and I'll still be hallucinating.

[survey--s]

644.

Are you disrespectful to a lot of people? No.

When was the last time someone called you pretty? I can't remember. That's not really a compliment I hear used very often at all these days.

Do you like the color pink? I do like pink. It's not my favourite but it is nice.

Are you in your pajamas at the moment? I'm wearing leggings and a t-shirt. I don't really ever wear pyjamas unless I'm sick.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? No. I did back when it first came out, though.

Doesn’t it annoy you when couples post things to each other’s wall on Facebook that are all mushy and gross and NO ONE CARES? Hahaha it doesn't really bother me as such, but I do think it's a bit weird and it kind of screams insecurity to me.

Does your cell phone have a case on it? What color? Yeah, just a clear one.

So what do you think about Chris Brown now? He's always been a piece of shit and he always will be.

What was the last song you had on repeat? If He Wanted To He Would by Kylie Morgan.

Ever kissed someone your parents hated? Yes.

What do you think about your cousins? Nothing, really. I barely know them.

Do you think the name Sage is for boys or girls? For me it's just not a name, lol.

Do you have a favorite radio station? I don't really listen to the radio but if I do it's either Radio One or Rock FM, depending on what signal I can pick up.

Do you ever save things as a draft or a note in your phone so you can remember them later? Sometimes, yeah.

Do you use Sharpies often? No. We have loads but I just don't really have a use for them anymore.

What didn’t you get for Christmas that you asked for? I don't really ask for things for Christmas anymore.

Any weird fears? No, I don't think so.

Would you say that you’ve become more of a slut or less of a slut since a year ago? I hate that word.

Are you older or younger than most of your friends? Younger or the same age.

Does anyone you know exaggerate a lot? Sure.

What are your plans for your next birthday? Nothing yet and it's only two months away.

How are your nails? I just cut them this morning but they're just plain, really.

Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say? Good for you.

How is life going for you right now? Life is pretty good, I'm not gonna lie. I am tired though, last month was crazy busy and I was away all weekend and kind of feel as though I could sleep for a week, hahah.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No.

Have you met anyone new lately? No.

What color are your eyes? Brown/hazel.

Look to your right what do you see? The remote, my phone, the dog under a blanket, the front door.

Are you drifting away from your best friend? Nope.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex was in a relationship? Nah, I'd just feel sorry for whoever he'd ended up with.

If given the chance, go back to fix a past regret or take a million dollars? Money, every time.

What’s more important, your pride or your life? My life.

Would the last person who texted you hurt you? I mean, I don't think it's possible for anyone you have any kind of connection with to never hurt you in some way, no matter how minor.

Your ex is sitting next to you with their new partner, what do you do? Ignore him.

Do you have a reason to smile right now? Of course. The kitten is being particularly cute.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yes.

Last thing you drank was? Dr Pepper. My latest addiction.

What did you do last night? Came back from Manchester, did a bunch of laundry, had a shower, watched the first two Shrek movies, played Gems of War and slept.

Where is your mother? I assume she's at home or at one of her exercise classes.

Have you had sex today? Nope.

Are you afraid of losing a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Do you have siblings? No.

Last person, you talked to in person? James.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you? No.

What made you the happiest today? Seeing all the dogs at work, they're always SO happy to see me and it never fails to make me smile.

What is your hair looking like right now? It's damp from my shower and tied up in a messy bun.

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? It's just a normal Tuesday.

Are you currently wanting any piercings? Hmm, not actively but if I was in piercing parlour I'd definitely get something done, lol. Maybe my tragus again even though it was a bitch to heal up.

Are you looking forward to something as of right now? Getting a lie-in this weekend. Also Mike getting his new car, I guess.

Do you swallow gum when you’re done with it? Nope.