#how to reduce soreness

[ancientroyalblood]

The Science of Active Recovery: Best practices and exercises for recovering faster between workouts.

Active recovery is a game-changer for athletes, lifters, and fitness enthusiasts looking to maximize performance and minimize downtime between workouts. Unlike complete rest, active recovery involves low-intensity movement to enhance circulation, reduce soreness, and promote muscle repair. In this guide, we’ll break down the science behind active recovery, its benefits, and the best exercises to…

[beastsovrevelation]

Shauna Shipman needs to stay the fuck away from Jackie. The only jackieshauna interactions I can stand are Jackie's ghost tormenting Shauna.

[slightlytoastedbagel]

I am in no way an expert on Hu Jing as a character (or any despair time character I think. since I really only watch when it comes out) but even so. I think a lot of people fail to understand what she's about and that's why she's so disliked. shrugs.

[thebibliosphere]

My husband and I were discussing how the first felon is defending the FDA and how the quality control of our food is gonna basically disappear and I proceeded to have so much anxiety about it that I didn't sleep last night. How do we prepare for this? Is there a way to make food safe at home? How can we avoid getting poisoned from the grocery store? Sorry for bringing this anxiety to your inbox but I'm exhausted and scared and I'm hoping you've come up with food safety tips what with your general food complications.

I’m afraid I don’t have a solution for something of this scale and am just as equally terrified, but that said:

Check your local state regulations. Some states actually have strict testing that the FDA when it comes to certain things like milk. See if they are listing any recalls.

Stop eating things raw for the foreseeable future. Wash and cook everything thoroughly, even if the bag claims it’s pre-washed, wash it again. Cooking will also help eliminate any remaining pathogens. It means no more salads for a while but that’s okay.

For things like fruit, try to go with things that have an outer skin that can be taken off. If it requires you to cut into it with a knife, give the outer skin a scrub and rinse to reduce the chances of your knife being contaminated by anything like e-coli and then contaminating the insides by cutting it up.

For fruit that can’t be peeled, make sure to inspect and wash them thoroughly. If you are immunocompromised like me, consider cooking it down into a jam or pie filling to reduce further risk. Not as fun as eating it fresh for some people, but it’s a valid way of still getting the flavor and nutrients.

For things like milk, only drink pasteurized and ultra pasteurized. Try to get pasteurized eggs if you can too.

If you don’t have a meat thermometer, now is the time to get one. Make sore everything is cooked to its required internal temperature. For poultry, the recommended temperature is 165°F (74°C), while for beef and pork, the recommended temperature is 145°F (63°C) with a 3-minute rest time. Ground meats should be cooked to 160°F (71°C). Eggs should be cooked until the yolk is set. No more runny egg yolks for a bit until we get a competent source of information back about bird flu.

For things like flour, try to go for reputable brands that have their own independent testing facilities for things like gluten. They also usually test for other things and clean their facilities thoroughly. My go to is King Arthur atm.

Also, stop eating raw cookie dough if you’re not going to toast the flour in the oven first. That’s how a lot of people get sick, not necessarily from the raw egg, though stop eating raw egg right now if you do. Again, bird flu. [Addendum] I learned the flour trick in a job I used to work, but apparently, the pre-defunded FDA didn't think toasting the flour made it safe, so maybe just don't eat raw cookie dough. And I know someone's going to be a cunt in the notes like "I don't care I do what I want" good for you, hope saying that made you feel better.]

This is a dwindling possibility with the tariffs but try to buy food imported from other countries that still have food quality control. I get my masa harina from a small company that imports directly from Colombia. They can’t afford the gluten free label required to be classified as such in the USA, but considering Cheerios in the USA can afford to buy that label and the celiac foundation certification logo and still routinely sells contaminated produce due to not using gluten free oats and a mechanical sorting system that can’t be certified gluten free (1) (2) (3), I’m more inclined to go with other countries labeling right now.

With clean water under threat, use a filter for your drinking water. We currently use the ones by Life Straw. They don’t fit into your faucet but the LS filters are better than most of the ones that can be attached that way and the housing of the jugs and countertop filters are easy to clean. Make sure you do so once a week and change the filters as directed.

Most of this is just basic food hygiene stuff combined with what it’s like to be immunocompromised, but it’s always worth repeating in case someone didn’t know, but especially worth repeating right now with all our rules and regulating bodies going out the window 😞

[amaranthinespirit]

Everytime I see your small text and pink fonts I want to scream because I know it's gonna be tastyyyyyy

Can I request Ghost taking charge, but getting lost in the sauce and letting out the most delicious little whimpers and whines?

I don't think he even knows it's the sound of him losing his mind that's your undoing.

simon riley getting reduced to pathetic sounds because of your dreamy pussy

simon is a man of control. it's in his nature to be in charge of everything around him, his surroundings, his soldiers. everything, even you.

but what he didn't anticipate was how fucking heavenly your cunt would feel wrapped around his achy cock, tight warmth squeezing him in as he rutted helplessly further and further. a man of control reduced to nothing, but pathetic whines and grunts. noises he doesn't even register.

your legs are numb over his shoulder, his arms flexing on either side of your head, that you desperately claw at for reprieve, with his head drooped between his shoulders. you swore warm, slick drool dripped from his swollen, chapped lips onto your breasts as he whimpered mindlessly. it was that good.

he also doesn't even realise, but he's fucking himself and you into oblivion. he's in heaven, and you can't pry him from the gates, he's lost. you lost count of the amount of times you came, and if he was wearing a condom, there's no doubt it's burst or leaking from being stuffed full, a creamy ring coating his cock. your arousal paints his hips and thighs.

time is lost of the two of you, and it's a long while before he falls on top of your broken body, sweaty and rung out from the amount he put you through.

and the bastard falls asleep within 2 minutes of his collapse, snoring your ear off, still buried deep in your achy, sore cunt. good luck getting him off, he sleeps like a log, and he's heavy like a rock.

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

I'm still here. Thank you for giving me that chance.

Part seven of The Rain series

Synopsis: Ortho and Idia come to visit the Prefect in the infirmary after the collapse of Ramshackle.

TW: The aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect, Idia cries, Mentions of Ace and Deuce finding out The Prefect was injured after their visits, The Prefect is injured after Ortho's too but he doesn't find out, Mentions of Ortho's death and how Idia reacted, Idia doesn't take the news of your injury well (dw, he gets comfort)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (here), Part 8, Part 9 (coming soon), . . .

Ortho visited next. Somehow, despite him being made of metal and him having no mouth, it looked as though he was frowning.

He approached you slowly as if you were a wounded animal or a fragile piece of cracked glass that could shatter at the slightest gust of air.

"Your vital signs are steady." were the first words that left his speaker.

"Good to know." you reply, giving him a small smile. The bandages on your lower jaw had been reduced to less bulky versions and your mouth was now more visible. It certainly made talking easier and less of a strain on your jaw muscles.

"Big brother called STYX the moment he confirmed what happened." Ortho spoke up again.

"I was curious" you mumble, pausing for a moment to grab your drink. Ortho stopped you. You could tell he heard about your backtracking in the healing process after your visits with Ace and Deuce and how it left you with a ban (courtesy of Crewel) on bending your arms that far as not to reopen your wounds. He lifted the cup himself and helped you drink it.

"Thank you." you softly clear your throat before continuing: "How did you know to call STYX?" You refrain from asking about the fact it was Idia, the guy who would rather bite his own tongue off than answer a call, who made the call and not Ortho.

"Suspiciously frantic movements were detected on the school's security cameras. Big brother was originally going to ignore it, but then he noticed that the movement was the teachers, and they were running directly toward Ramshackle. There were no working cameras that could see to Ramshackle, I was charging, and it was too rainy to send out a drone, so. . ."

"Idia did something with 'questionable legality' again, didn't he?"

"It was for a good cause!" Ortho immediately defends. "He. . .he may or may not have tapped into professor Crewel's phone call with Leona Kighscholar to figure out what was going on, but if he didn't-"

You cut Ortho's rambling off by slightly raising a bandaged hand; "It's okay. I'm thankful he did. I won't tell on him."

Ortho sighs (?) in relief before smiling "Brother is coming to see you tomorrow! It would have been today, but he sent me in first for 'reconnaissance.'"

A laugh bubbles out of your throat, but the moment it leaves your mouth, your wincing in pain. You take in a sharp breath, but that only irritates a stitch in your side.

Ortho flinches and immediately starts scanning you again.

"I'm okay, Ortho." you wince. At his skeptical look, you rephrase "I'll be okay."

Ortho stays for a few more hours, chatting away to you about what has been happening on campus, in your classes, and in Ignihyde.

Before he left, you offered him a hug. He was extremely hesitant. He'd been avoiding sitting on the bed with you or getting too close in fear that his metal body would cause you harm. However, he gives in after a bit of convincing and allows you to wrap him is a gentle hug.

You awaken the next morning with a worse ache than usual in your abdomen. You didn't want to say it at the time as you knew it would tear the poor boy apart, but Ortho had hugged you perhaps a bit more than just a little too tight. You reached down to gently tap the sore spot only to wince in pain. When you pulled your hand back it was stained red. You looked down. Your hand wasn't all that was red.

The time comes for Idia to visit, but there's no sign of him. No knock on the door. No footsteps. No words spoken. It isn't until about 20 minutes after his scheduled time of arrival that you realize there's a blue glow radiating from the crack between the door and the doorframe.

You had had to beg Professor Crewel to allow you to continue with the visits after the little surprise you woke up to this morning. Well, beg may not be the best word. You were told you weren't allowed to speak for the next few days as the largest wound on your abdomen had become much more fragile after it broke open and the movement in your body caused from talking could reopen it. If it opened again. . . .

Anyway, the point was that you were unable to call out for Idia and tell him it was okay to come in. However, at the same time, you had put so much effort into your kicked puppy look to get Crewel to allow Idia's visit today that you weren't willing to let it pass because Idia was too nervous. You considered the bell on your nightstand, but reaching that far was also prohibited by Crewel and the doctors.

To your relief, a quiet knock came from the door at the 30-minute mark. It sounded more like an accidental brush against the door if you were being honest, but that was enough for you. Previously, Idia had no clue that you knew he was there, but with the brush against the door that he knew for a fact that you heard in that deafeningly quiet room, he knew he had to reveal himself.

The door creaked open nauseatingly slow.

When the door was cracked about a foot (≅30.5cm) open you could finally see a hint of glowing blue hair emerge. Just as you were sure his head was about to peak in, the blue disappeared in a flash. The door remained slightly ajar and through that crack came an oh-so-familiar floating tablet. It floated up to you and text appeared on the screen: "Hey."

You glanced between the tablet and your hands resting on your lap a few times as a way of telling it to look at them. When the screen finally shifted to face your splayed-out hands, you began curling fingers into a fist one by one. You were counting down.

Now, logically, Idia knew that in the state you were you couldn't do anything to him. He knew that. . .

Moments later you were sat comfortably (as much as you could be) on your new mattress and sheets, in your newly acquired too thin hospital gown, with an awkward boy in the chair next to your bed.

It was silent for a while before Idia finally spoke "I heard what happened this morning. . . ."

Your eyes widened and you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Last time you got worse as a result of a visit it obviously had to be announced that you'd be taking a break. It wasn't said specifically why, but you were sure there were some who had put two and two together. You didn't even want to imagine what went through Ace and Deuce's mind then. . .. You didn't want the same to happen to Ortho! That's one of the main reasons you wanted to badly to keep the visits going as scheduled.

Seemingly noticing the panic in your eyes, Idia quickly continues: "Ortho doesn't know."

You quickly relax

"I-I uhm. . .I brought you this" Idia mumbles, holding up a handheld gaming console. "Thought it might get boring in here. . .. It has a really long battery life and when it does die, the charging cable is mega long so it'll def be able to reach your bed. I even uploaded the games I knew you liked to play on it plus a few of my favorites."

You smile softly and give a small nod of appreciation.

He sets the console down on the nightstand for now before continuing: "I also got the Professor to agree to let me install a state-of-the-art T.V. made by yours truly to the room. It'll be done by tonight!"

You begin to notice just how much Idia is talking. Sure, he had a tendency to ramble at times, but it's odd behavior for him to be exhibiting after he spent 30 minutes outside the door because he was too nervous to come in.

Before you can think too much about it, something on the nightstand catches your eye.

You cut Idia off by raising your hand a few inches off the bed. The small action makes Idia jump as though you just told him his save data got wiped.

He glances at your face, and you nod to the paper on the nightstand. When he stays frozen, you wave your fingers a fraction to get his tablet to come to your lap where you type into it "Look at the paper."

Idia stares dumbly but complies when he sees you tap the caps lock button.

He takes the carefully folded paper from the nightstand and examines it before opening it up. It's a letter.

Dear Idia,

Ortho told me that you were the one who called STYX for me. I want to thank you for that. I'm grateful for you. Seriously. You saved my life, Idia.

There was more, but he got distracted by a certain sentence.

"You saved my life, Idia."

When Idia first heard what happened, he nearly shattered. His throat tightened and tears began to pour down his face and, before he could even finish processing the information, he was on the phone with STYX frantically pleading that they send their best medical teams over that instant.

Idia's mind was flooded with images of that night. Ortho. The blood. Sevens, there was so much blood.

He tried to save him, he did. He tried so hard!

He put his all into something for the first time, like his actual all, and he failed. He failed himself, but more importantly, he failed his baby brother.

When Idia came back to, he was standing at his workstation staring at the technology he used to build Ortho after. . ..

When he realized what he was doing he knocked the table over. WHAT THE H*LL IDIA! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT. THEY'LL MAKE IT. . .they. . .they have to make it.

Idia fell to the ground where he stood and curled up into himself. He stayed like that for. . .well, he doesn't know how long. Ortho had placed piles of water around him in hopes he'd drink it since the crying was no doubt making him dehydrated. Just as Ortho was about to bring in an IV, Idia started moving again, but not much.

It wasn't until the announcement that you were still alive came and that you'd be able to have visitors soon that Idia finally got to work. He may not have been able to save you, but he could at least make your recovery more comfortable.

At least, he thought he hadn't been able to save you. Afterall, Ramshackle fell and he could do nothing about it.

So why. . .why did he start crying when he read those few simple words.

Even if STYX technically did save you after the collapse, he did nothing to prevent it (not that he knew it would fall). And he wasn't the one performing life saving surgery.

It wasn't him.

You pat your lap softly, inviting Idia to lay his head there. It takes a moment for him to do so, but he gently lays his head down, careful to avoid brushing any areas he knows are injured (from reading your medical sheet) or getting too close to your abdomen.

He sobs into your blankets for hours as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

When the time finally comes for him to leave, he drapes his coincidentally freshly washed hoodie over your shoulders (he totally didn't wash one of his already clean spares before he came to see you because he heard that your previous clothes were. . .out of commission and that you had had to put on one of those stupidly cold hospital gowns until you could be gotten new ones).

He tried not to pay attention to the way you smiled so softly at him after he gave you his (best) spare hoodie, or the way your ice-cold hands gently cupped his as he reached down to pick his tablet up from your lap (he immediately grabbed the mittens he saw on your nightstand, made in the familiar style one would see in Harveston, and slid them gently onto your hands).

He opened his tablet later that night hoping to check up on you again through the STYX equipment (that he definitely didn't hack into so he could see how your vital signs were looking) when he noticed something typed into the already opened notes app.

"I won't leave, Idia. I'll fight with all my might to keep my heart beating, so don't worry."

When he read that the tears started all over again.

And again, those words rang through his head: "You saved my life, Idia."

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[withahappyrefrain]

wanna give bob sloppy head that has hum questioning his entire existence

Look, It's what he deserves

"Please Bobby?" He wanted to take you out on a lovely picnic date in a nice secluded spot. Bob was trying to be romantic.

What he didn't account for was that you would be ovulating at the time.

"Darlin, it's alright. I can wait until we get back in the car," He tries to assure you. Tries not to jerk his hips when your lips trace over the denim covered bulge, "You don't have to-"

"But I want to," your chin is laying on top of his poorly hidden erection. With those doe eyes, you look so innocent, despite your intentions being the exact opposite.

Bob Floyd has pretty good restraint. Except when it comes to you.

Which is how he finds himself on his back, the soft fabric of the picnic blanket providing comfort, the sun shining down on a beautiful spring day. Not that he could focus on the picturesque view of nature.

No. Bob's eyes could only focus on you and the way your mouth worked his cock. What you couldn't reach, your hand was covered, stroking in tendam.

Then there were the noises. God, the noises you make. Little moans and grunts that dribble from the corner of your mouth.

Bob had always known he enjoyed giving. Going down on his partner was a pleasure. A chance to make them come completely undone. His past relationships had thoroughly enjoyed this aspect of him, but it was never truly reciprocated to the same degree. It didn’t bother Bob, not greatly. For one, he was big. Going down on him required acceptance of a sore jaw. The other was that he truly enjoyed it, truly got off on getting his partner off. Don’t ask him to count how many times he came while in between a pair of legs, the number was embarrassingly high.

Yes, a blowjob was nice every now and then. But it wasn’t something Bob expected. He came to accept it would be a nice, albeit rare, treat.

Until he met you.

Size wasn’t a deterrence. The man made you see stars with just his tongue. In your mind, it only made sense to return the favor. Getting adjusted to the sheer size of Bob Floyd took some time, but you were certainly up to the task.

Besides, it was so fun to watch the usually well composed and calm WSO come undone. If only his fellow pilots could see him now; perfectly gelled hair now curly due to tossing his head from side to side against the blanket. A flush of red that started from the top of his head and ran down to his chest. His rich baritone voice reduced to strangled groans and whines.

Smiling to yourself, your tongue trailed down his hard shaft, starving off his impending orgasm. Bob always took his time with you, so why not do the same?

“D-darlin, p-please.” Who could think of coherent sentences when your tongue was playing around with his aching balls? Christ, he didn’t even get why others were into that until he met you.

You hummed, playing innocent, “You want something Bobby?” His lithe hips spasmed as you increased the pace of your strokes.

“I….” If Bob wasn’t careful, he was going to ask you to marry him instead of asking to come, “Fuck!” A swear! From Bob Floyd! Always a feat.

“Later. When we’re in the car. First, I wanna feel you come down my throat,” was all you said before returning your mouth to his cock. Swallowing Bob Floyd whole was nearly impossible (despite what romance authors say), but you did your best, nose almost reaching the dark hair that dusted the area below his stomach.

Feeling your throat constrict and squeeze around him, Bob could only throw his head back to let out a deep, strangled groan that had him thankful for picking such a secluded spot. His hands fumbled towards your shoulders, gripping on for dear life as your sinful mouth continued its actions.

Bob tried to be considerate and most of the time he succeeded in that regard. His hips jerked upward entirely on their own and normally, he would apologize for it.

But then he felt your throat tightened, heard you gag on his cock and Bob lost all control. All he could focus on was your mouth and how good it felt around his cock. How were you even real? How was it possible he had you, a fucking goddess, on their hands and knees in a park, making him feel fucking incredible?

Perhaps he and Nat didn't eject that day and Bob had found his way to heaven, now coming down a beautiful angel's throat. That was definitely not mentioned in Sunday School.

You took all he had to offer, delighted in doing so. The way his hips squirm, unsure whether to jerk towards or away from your mouth. Digging your fingers into the flesh, you guided his hips towards your mouth, deadset on continuing until he verbally objected.

Least you could do for the guy who made you squirt for the first time.

[serinaviolet]

His Our dirty little secret

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spending a weekend at home with Grandma and Caleb doesn’t sound too bad! Especially when your childhood friend decides to sneak into your room at night while you sleep ;)

Wordcount: 2k

A/N: Had this thought in my mind since they released the trailer for him so I just had to write it <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, possessive! Caleb, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, bellyshots, cum eating, mention of foster family, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), masturbation, belly-bulge, not proof read, English is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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The night swallows the last rays of sun and the moon shines bright over the sea. The training to becoming a hunter is hard and exhausting, so you enjoy and savor every weekend spend at the house of your childhood. Especially on rare days when your old-time friend Caleb got to be home after a mission as deepspace pilot as well. You enjoyed catching up with him and your foster mom Josephine aka. Grandma, light-hearted conversation and friendly teasing occurring like always. After dinner and helping with the dishes you practically fell into your bed, limbs tired and sore from the past few weeks of constant fighting, training and lack of sleep. Your lids heavy, tiredness clouding your mind and only after a short while of laying on the cozy pillows, your drift off into dreamland. But fate had other plans than resting. After about an hour, the slight creaking of your door while being opened and closed, and quiet footsteps approaching your side, stir you from your short slumber.

Your eyes shut close, pretending to be asleep as to surprise the intruder with an attack as soon as they are close enough. Or so you thought till you hear the familiar voice of your best friend reduced to a slight whisper. “My god pipsqueak… I missed you so much…” you hear his steps getting closer, light shuffling and a shaky breath only a few inches above you. He must be kneeling in front of your bed. “Every day without seeing your pretty face is like torture….” his finger trailing carefully over your cheek as to not disturb your peaceful sleep, if only he knew that you were wide awake, brain working overtime to figure out where this soft display of affection is coming from. You hear his soft chuckle and his hand trailing down over your uniform clad shoulder. “you must’ve been so exhausted… still in your hunters uniform… but fuck does it look good on you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his whispers turn into a low rumble, fingertips tracing along the cutout at your stomach. You stay still, not sure if out of fright or anticipation of his next move. His hand trailing back up to your side, opening the zipper of your corset top and carefully sliding the straps off of your delicate arms and placing it on the floor. “Let’s put you into something more comfortable cutie” you hear his body shift, his feet across the hardwood floor and your dresser opening.

A little gasp and “fuck” echoes through the silent room while he rummages through your clothes. You open your eyes shortly, only to see him holding a shirt of yours in one hand and a pair of your red lace panties in the other, pocketing them with a short mumble of “later”. Pressing your eyes shut whilst he turns around again, you listen to his approaching steps, the bed dipping slightly as he sits on the edge of your mattress. His hands make quick work of your buttoned shirt and pants, admiring the naked skin and lace bra clad mounds of your chest. “*Sigh*… Sometimes I forget how grown up you- no, we are now… back when we were children, I could change with you in the same room and not have a single bad thought but now….” His hands open the zipper of your pants, pulling the material down and removing them from your legs, fingertips tracing the soft plains of your thigh “Now I just wanna see this beautiful woman under me, feeling her smooth skin and do such dirty things to her”. You have to hold back a shudder as his fingers trail up over your thighs, stomach and breast, a soft sigh escaping you, making him freeze shortly and the room grows quiet for a moment.

“I-I shouldn’t… you’d wake up… but shit you feel so good.” You feel the bed dip on each side of your hips, his hands carefully placed on your exposed waist as his low whispers ring from above you: “God you see me as a brother and I just wanna fuck you… But you belong only to me little girl”. ‘He wants to do what? Is this a dream?’ To be honest, you had a hard crush on Caleb for a very long time by now, but always thought that your feelings would not be returned by him and that he views you as a little sister. Excitement and need rising inside you, not wanting to open your eyes, just to see how far he would go. One of his hands disappearing from your waist, the slow *ziiip* of a zipper being opened echoing once again, only for you to realize… you have no more zippers on you. Light pants, followed by soft ruffling of fabric catches your attention again, Caleb’s low groans making your ears peak up. Maybe just a little glance won’t hurt-….Oh….Oh! As you peak through your lashes, you see him straddling your waist, hem of his shirt between his teeth, eyes closed and hand fisting his cock in a slow rhythm.

The sight is just mesmerizing. Soft, pink tip with a glossy bead of pre-cum leaking out already, bulging veins running along his thick shaft, heavy balls and a light trail of hair, reaching up to his bellybutton. You can’t help but stare at it as his hand wraps around it perfectly, his other one grabbing your hip. His cheeks dusted red whilst throwing his head back, more drops running down and dripping onto your lower belly, your clit pulsing with need. “Caleb…” you say quietly, making him groan in respond. “God you feel so good” maybe he was imagining things? “Caleb.” you try again as he ruts into his hand with more vigor. “Caleb!” his eyes shot open, his load shooting all over your stomach and breast as your gaze met. You look down at the warm mess running along your curves as he leans back, chest rising and falling quickly. “Shit shit shit, I am sooooo so sorry. God please don’t hate me, I just- I wanted- fuck, I’ll get something to clea-” you disturb his panicked, hushed mumbling, thumb swiping across your covered chest, licking the sticky substance off with a slow roll of your tongue, never breaking eye contact. Breath catching in his throat, leaning over you again, rough thumb rolling across your soft lips with a shaky sigh. “Well I didn’t expect that… You are a dirty little girl huh? Do you want me too pipsqueak?” His voice trails off, head lowering to your neck as he places a soft kiss against your pulse point, your head nodding violently. “Use your words little one. I need to hear it from you.” his lips curl into a smirk, head lifting to graze your lips with his. “Please! Fuck me Caleb, I need you!” His mouth crashing into yours, years of pent up need, love and lust flowing into the kiss. His tongue finding yours quickly, tasting the residue of his cum on yours, groaning slightly.

The kiss is dizzying, so much so that you don’t even notice when he removes his clothes and your soiled underwear, grinding his again erect member against your arching core. “I dreamed of this so often you know? You, under me naked, so ready for me to take you good.” Kisses training down to your breast, licking off the stickiness of his previous release and leaving a thin coat of saliva on your nipples before sucking harshly on the little nub. Your back arches off the mattress, his teeth rolling the bosom with slight pressure while his fingers trail down between your legs. “So wet already baby? Did you enjoy watching me jack off to your pretty face?” A smirk grazing his handsome face, skilled fingers circling your clit with light strokes. You whimper, “Yes, yes I did Caleb. Fuck… get inside me already”,desperate eyes meeting his as he chuckles deeply, fingers sinking into your needy hole, making you clench tightly around his digits. You moan, his other hand shooting up and muffling your opened mouth, his hot breath hitting your ear “Shhhh, or you’ll wake up grandma. We don’t want that, do we?”. You shake your head and desperately bite your lips as his fingers massager your insides, reaching deeper with every thrust, searching for that little spot of imensive pleasure inside you. His length twitching against your thigh at the erotic display before him, his fingers soaked from your wetness, guiding them to his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal. He aligns his stiff dick with your entrance, collecting your slick on his tip, “I’m gonna eat you an other time. Try not to scream for now babygirl”. He pushes inside you with a hard thrust, penetrating your little virgin hole with such an intensity, that all the air left your lungs.

A silent scream escapes your lips, quickly sealed by another one of Caleb’s dizzying kisses while his hips piston against yours, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “God you are so tight cutie, and I am the very first to fill you like this. I’ll be the only one who will ever be able to fill you like this! You’re mine pipsqueak, forever.” his fingers interlace with yours, chests rubbing against each other, spreading the sticky streaks on your belly further with each slap of his balls against your sensitive cunt. You can’t breath, can’t think. Only feel his tip stroking your g-spot so deliciously that it makes you see stars. His teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear, whispering sweet nothings while the texture of his rock hard length rubs deliciously against your walls. Spreading your legs more, his gaze lands on your puffy lower lips, admiring the view as he splits you open, belly slightly bulging with his tip bullying your deepest parts. As your legs start to shake, his pace quickens, rolling into you with only one intend: Making you cum. Hard. “I’m so close, come on pretty girl. Let go and cream around my cock, I’ll reward you good” his hands lifting your hips, angling you so that his cock drives even further inside of you, ready to fill you with his seed. You feel him growing even more inside you, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming around him as you fall over the edge, clawing his back with one hand and pulling him with you into the inevitable pleasure. He bites your shoulder, groaning as he shoots rope after rope into your awaiting womb, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied sigh “I love you pipsqueak. So freaking much”. Trying to catch your breath while his hips roll lazily into yours, you return the heartfelt words, eyes fluttering from the combination of new and previous exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Sliding his softening member out of you, he looks at the stream off cum gushing out of your abused hole before cleaning both of you and tucking you in, spooning you under the covers when sleep catches up to him as well.

The next morning you wobble towards the kitchen, clad in a shirt and shorts, while greeting Grandma who is busy preparing breakfast. “Good morning sweetie, I hope you slept well!” her cheerful voice rings through the door of the small space filled with the smell of bacon, bread and eggs. Heavy boots are heard, walking down the hallway and stopping right behind you, a large palm resting at the small of your back. “Good morning Grannie, what are you making?” her back turning to you both as she lists all of the tasty things she planned for the both of you. His hand sliding into your shorts and panties from behind, fingers finding your wet cunt and sliding inside, only to find you still stuffed with his cum. His head resting on your shoulder, a sly grin creeping up on his lips as he replies to Josephine, noticing your blushing face. “That sounds tasty, can’t wait to devour it all~” a kiss lands on your neck, the old woman at the stove infront oblivious to the second meaning behind her foster son’s words. Unaware of this dirty little secret only they know about...

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[4theitgirls]

how much exercise should you do per week for maximum health benefits?

note: while getting enough of different types of exercise is important, as different types of exercise bring different primary benefits, the most important thing is that you are moving your body! don’t feel pressured to do a strict amount of cardio per week if you don’t like cardio, especially if you are new to exercise. this goes for any other type of exercise. it’s totally okay to do the exercise you enjoy doing, as long as you are doing it!

how much cardio should you be doing?

while this may differ according to your personal health, conditions you may have, your goals, etc. (as with any other form of exercise), the general advice given by professionals and the American Heart Association is at least 75 minutes of vigorous aerobic activity or 150 minutes of moderate aerobic activity per week. if we are going with 150 minutes per week, this would mean at least 21 minutes per day, or 30 minutes 5x per week. this schedule may vary depending on your schedule, but the overall goal is 75 or 150 minutes per week!

how much strength/weight training should you be doing?

while different professional sources have varying opinions on this, the most common advice is 60-90 minutes per week. if we are using 90 minutes per week, this would equal to 13 minutes per day, 18 minutes 5x per week, or 30 minutes 3x per week.

how much yoga/stretching should you be doing?

it is important to at least include a short cool down stretch after your workout to prevent injury and reduce soreness, but when it comes to yoga, it is recommended that you include at least a 1 hour session 3x per week, although doing a bit each day is considered ideal. using the guide of 3 hours per week, this would equal 26 minutes per day, 36 minutes 5x per week, or 60 minutes 3x per week.

how much pilates should you be doing?

while many do not include pilates in their routine or do not consider it necessary, i and many others find it incredibly beneficial due to its ability to work the smaller muscle groups that weight training usually does not. it is generally recommended that you do a 45 minute session 3-4x per week. this would also equal 19 minutes daily if you prefer to split it that way.

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀BELLY BULGE ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. size kink. praise kink. sub reader. belly bulging. creampie. breeding kink. overstimulation. toy usage. mirror sex. #summary : hazbin men fucking so deep to the point where they can see and feel the bulge on your belly from their dick! wow, and it turns them on further!! #note : greetings and salutations everyone! i'm back (kinda) from my long ass close-to-three-months hiatus. i'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly, and thank you so much for 1k followers while i was gone! have this and a few other upcoming smuts while i figure out on how to finish the alastor fic :').

ʚ LUCIFER .

how many rounds has it been? you honestly lost count. your ability to recall memories from earlier tonight slowly slips out of your grasps with each deep thrust of lucifer's hips. the sole thing you're able to focus your mind on is the sensation that travels throughout your whole body every time he hits that one spot inside of you, the feeling of multiple fire spark burning through your nerves.

his breathing is as ragged as yours, his usual slicked-back hair now messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. your fingers fist the soft pillow supporting your face on the wide bed that you share, whimpers and cries being the only sounds that pour out of your sore lips. lucifer gives a moderate playful slap onto your bare hip, earning a small whine from you.

"such wonderful sight, look at you." his hand slides from your hip until his thumb reaches to stretch your flesh, revealing white streams of thick liquid rolling down from your pulsing hole to your inner thigh, an evidence of your partner's previous releases filling you up full. he watches the way his seeds spill out with every push of his hips, when his dick takes up the space inside of you instead and forcing the liquid to be squeezed out.

his tongue pokes out to lick his lips, his free hand once again moving forward to wrap its fingers around your neck firmly. with a soft hum, lucifer pulls your upper body up from the previous position, now having your back press against his chest. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the faint thumping of his heart through the layers of flesh.

you can barely feel your legs. they had gone numb from how long you've kept them up, the blood flow being reduced and now leaving you with legs that you can barely control by yourself. you gasp at the feeling of lucifer's length reaching deeper inside of you, the tip poking at places that you never knew one could reach inside of you. your hands moved by themselves and held onto whatever that can support your body on this new position, lucifer's ruthless thrust now increasing its pace without mercy.

he keeps a hand wrapped around your neck, holding you still while the other explores your body despite already left countless marks and touch on every inch of your body. your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, moans and cries never stopped rolling off of your tongue as lucifer whispers sweet nothings into your ear. it was then he felt something he did not feel on your body before this.

curious, his thrusts slows down just a little as his eyes peek from beside your head, his hand caressing the bump that he feels on your stomach. he feels his breath hitch, realizing that the bump would poke out every time he thrusts into you. he feels heat spread all over his body, like he's growing aroused all over again despite the previous releases.

you hear him mutter something along the lines of 'you're so attractive' followed with a few curses. he harshly thrusts into you, digging his hips deep into yours while holding a hand of yours to the same area where your belly would bulge with every thrust. you feel the air of his breath hit your sticky skin as he snickers.

"be good and keep your hand here for me, yeah? we're going for a few more rounds."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"yes, keep going my dear. you're doing great." alastor's clawed fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips as you lower yourself further down onto his length. his words may sound like sweet praises, but his tone hides a hint of petty tease while he speaks. such an annoying demon he is, always teasing you by making you work yourself on him just so he could grab every chance possible to run that dirty tongue of his.

you grumble lightly, ignoring the smug look on his face as you pause your actions, earning a confused look from the demon laying below you. he allowed a short staring contest with each other until he got impatient with how badly he needs to feel your walls pulse around him. he mutters something incomprehensible, tightening his grip on you and forcibly push you down without warning to take in every single inch he has to offer.

your breath catches in your throat almost instantly, eyes widening in surprise and gradually rolling to the back of your head. alastor has an advantage, and he knows just how to use it in his favor. he chuckles at the sight displayed in front of him; you, the same person who had just tried to tick him off earlier now struggling to adjust to the size of his dick stretching you apart.

of course, he knew this is exactly how you liked him to play even though you never directly expressed it.

alastor completely retracts almost all of his length, leaving just the tip nestled in the warmth of your walls and watches you clench around nothing as if you're asking for him to fill you up again. your teary eyes glance down at him, unhappy at the fact that he's still playing tricks on you before letting him draw a loud moan from you with a sudden thrust of his hips.

your arms reach out to catch your body from the back, body leaning back. you struggle to keep yourself upright while riding him, your legs giving out easily as per usual. your hips rock along with his, your sweet spot constantly being stimulated because of how perfect this angle of position is.

alastor savors every reaction and sounds from you, his eyes twitching ever so often from how well you squeeze around him. the bulge on you belly catches his eye; his pupils shake with excitement, muscles pulsing at the delicious sight of the bulge disappearing and reappearing. his mind grows fuzzy from the strange enjoyment he never knew he had for things like this.

"ah, fuck." a clearly audible groan slips past his lips, his hips involuntarily buckles up as ropes of hot release paints your inner walls. his static voice seems to crackle slightly when he cursed which indicates that he feels good. really good. your heart jumps with excitement yet your body crumbles, the coil in your stomach snaps quickly after alastor's, pushing you into a moaning mess.

oxygen seems to have escaped his lungs as he pants for air, the back of his hand covering his eyes. the heat on his face is painfully visible even in the dark room you're currently situated in and the blurred vision you have from tears gathering around your eyes. you were about to move and cup his face to adore his blushing look before his voice rang through your ears, stopping you.

"ah ah, stay there now. keep putting on a pretty show for me. i'm still up for more of it, you see."

ʚ VOX .

"isn't the mirror perfect? my eyes never miss." vox laughs at his own playful comment yet his lustful eyes never left your reflection in the mirror. you advert your gaze from his hungry ones, unable to even properly look at yourself in the mirror without getting all flustered again. the clothes currently hugging your body is a sensual outfit that vox had specifically tailored for you, with the perfect size and design to his liking. anyone would be lying if they said you don't look luscious for eyes to feast on.

of course his comment wouldn't be on the mirror alone, it was mostly towards the outfit you're wearing. he hums, pulling your body closer to his till you're both tangled together in front of the big mirror, your back stuck to his chest. his lips sucks on the sensitive skin on your neck, kiss marks blooming all over like flowers during the spring season. hell, even the noises you make sound extra alluring tonight.

vox's hand slide down your body and presses firmly on your stomach, drinking in your whines as he presses on something bulging. bullseye. he recently discovered that you especially love it when he does this, and it also arouses him a ton.

"mm. you like that? wanna feel my dick from here while i fuck ya?"

a hard exhale leaves your lips as you nod, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing him to have total control over your body. he chuckles at the tightened walls around him before rocking his hips. moans spill out of your lips as he guides your hand to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he's going.

"eyes on the mirror, baby." you do your best to lift your eyelids and slide your gaze onto the big mirror set in front of you; vox's eyes glow like a hunter looking at its prey in the reflection, peering from your shoulder.

you question if it was the right choice to drag your lover out from the office he's always holed up in to shop at multiple stores today. he was reluctant at first, making up different excuses to stay in his office. 'i could just have them deliver to our doorstep, baby! we're rich as fuck, remember?' or 'another day, let me stay in today.'

if it wasn't because of how stubborn you were to drag him out even for a small walk, he wouldn't have agreed to go out with you and got a ton of stuff, including this mirror that's sitting by the wall, in front of the bed.

you feel immense embarrassment burning all over your skin from how you're completely displayed in the reflection for the both of you to see, yet your eyes lock with the demon's through the mirror. his smile is brutal. "there we go, now don't look away."

his merciless thrusts brought more blood rushing to your face along with shameless moans from you, followed by grunts that's audible to you from vox. your legs tremble, threatening to give out and the loud sounds of skin slapping gradually fills your head, cutting out the ability to comprehend anything in you.

your gaze fixates on the belly bulge that's painfully visible in the reflection, the sight only tightening the sweet coil hidden in your stomach. the demon groans at you squeezing around his length, knowing that you're enjoying this as much as he currently is brought him dangerously close to the edge. it wasn't long until the both you reach peak, vox pulling out just in time to witness the beautiful sight of his seed staining your inner thighs.

one thing's for sure, he definitely loves going on shopping sprees with you from now on.

ʚ VALENTINO .

work pissed him off. valentino always had a very short temper and gets ticked off by the smallest things at work the moment it doesn't goes the way he wants them to. and the easiest way for him to cool off? it'll either be a good smoke or dragging you to somewhere less busy for a quickie. perhaps both works as well, if he wishes for it.

your body presses up against the cold, hard wall as his breath tickles the back of your ear, his slippery tongue sliding and flicking around damping your earlobe. his actions are quick and rushed, yet somehow careful with everything he does to you by not going too rough on you.

his lower pair of arms slightly fumbles while undressing your lower body from how narrow the space is. you wanted to ask why didn't he choose somewhere with more space, but words stopped right on your tongue when he suddenly inserted his full length into you. you cursed and press your forehead against the wall hard, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure blooms in your stomach while struggling to breathe, adjusting to his size.

"relax a bit carino, you're gonna squeeze my dick off if you don't."

"doesn't help, val. that- fuck w-wait," valentino doesn't allow you to finish your complain, cutting you off with a rough thrust. your words turn into whines, nails digging into his arms that are wrapped around your trembling body. he carried on teasing you with irregular thrusts before pulling out fully, a mysteriously playful chuckle bubbling from his chest. you glance at him with a confused expression.

it wasn't long until you hear a familiar buzzing sound of a vibrator. he barely gave you enough time to process the information and question him, inserting the small toy deep inside of you. you gasp; the weird feeling of something vibrating inside of you made it hard for you to understand what to feel. it felt so weird to the point where it's pleasurable, something so unfamiliar yet a turn on.

"what the fuck are you- hey! that shit's still inside- val!" moans slip in between your words as valentino's length replaced his slender fingers inside of you, the tip pushing the vibrating toy deeper into your pulsing walls. choked moans are let out from your throat, the brimming tears spill from your eyes and down to your cheeks.

valentino pushes both of his fingers that were used to insert the toy into your mouth, muttering praises as you instinctively lick and suck on them. your tongue slips in between and around his fingers, coating it with your saliva while some spills out from the corner of your lips and rolls off of your chin.

he shows no mercy with his ruthless thrusts, the toy growing a weird pleasure in your stomach by hitting the perfect areas inside of you. with how deep it is, your belly bulges with every rough thrust of the demon. val whistles the moment he notices it, his gaze now only fixates on your stomach from above, admiring the bulge as his thrusts only grew harsher.

hell, even the size of his dick seems to be growing bigger while your velvet walls remained engulfing it. any thoughts regarding his work are now clouded and replaced with lust, yearning for more of you.

"know what? go on and cum for me, amor. we'll take this to the bedroom then."

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[infostylerave]

Post-Workout Muscle Soreness: Effective Ways To Feel Relieved

We all know that post workout muscle soreness that sets in and has us second guessing our entire workout goals Yes, that one

[anantaru]

dragon neuvillette horn touching…

cw. monsterfucking (dragon), he has scales, horn touching (sensitive horns), size kink/size difference, fem! reader

neuvillette was always exceptionally gentle with your body and how he touched you— more so until you're reduced to utter mindlessness, with tears caking your lashes as he lifts and pulls your hips together.

the undertones of carnal desire a mystical being like the iudex had was visibly showing, with remnants of rough scales decorating the area around his chest and abs— all for your eyes to feast on as he yanks your body against his hips before pushing his weight flat onto your chest, your legs spreading widely apart.

a shriek arises in your throat when he dips his hips back into you, an unholy, flourishing need for pleasure holding you hostage as neuvillette pursued it without mercy— your heart turning into a lump in your throat as the chilling vibrations of each thrust settles on your skin.

aside from that, the strange presence of, well, someone who clearly wasn't human made you wince and twist under his much larger weight. it's making it a whole lot more intimate because you know neuvillette trusted you and had no issue in showing you all of him— like his dazzling, turquoise scales, or his lustrous horns glowing through the shadow of the room and overturning the desire in his eyes.

your body shakes from the penetration of his cock pushing past the muscular ring of your hole when at the same time, you're unable to move from the immediate sensation of being overstimulated as the harshness of his blows thunders on you and parts like waves from your wet sex.

immediately, your hands weave into his hair to hold his body close as you're being surrounded by his muscular chest rubbing across your nipples with his soaked erection mercilessly drilling to the hilt of you, splitting you so deliciously, as well as claiming and striking bursts of electricities along your nerve endings.

you focus on neuvillette's face, particularly when you accidentally brush your fingers around the base of his horns, making him wince out due to the sudden trace catching him off guard— his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed when you do it again.

he likes it, you're certain of that, and the veins on his shaft swell as he fucks your sloppy cunt when you continue to touch his horns and rub your pads into them— becoming entranced by his veins moulding their trace into your walls.

neuvillette squeezes his eyes shut and exhales through his mouth at the feeling you put him through when his hands grip at your hips as he fucks you as quick and sloppy as he can, his domineering aura causing a brutality on your core when loud moans leave your lips on each thrust.

It seems like neuvillette was everywhere, unimaginably hard and hot buried in your cunt while touching all of the soft, secret places and making you twist and writhe in ecstasy— it's wet and messy as well, the noisy squelches coming from your sore hole are absolutely driving him into madness as neuvillette groans into your lips when you tug on his horns, his cock aching and his balls throbbing.

but he won't stop, neither does he want you to stop touching him like that either.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[kenobers]

nsfw alphabet | Jason Todd

what the title says ! tw; explicit sexual content, gn!reader a/n; like always, these are just my thoughts and headcanons

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jason's gonna make sure you're comfortable afterwards. He'll wipe you down, check that he didn't go too far. If you leave afterwards, he'll make sure you get home safe. If you stay, he'll offer you a t-shirt to sleep in. For a while, he wasn't big on the physical aspect of aftercare, but eventually pulling you to his chest becomes second nature. It's like your head fits just right in the crook of his shoulder. Hey, maybe the body heat will keep with the inevitable soreness you'll feel tomorrow. He's big on eating after sex. If you have enough energy, he'll order some Chinese or throw a frozen pizza in the oven. Sometimes it's kind of astonishing how the man will fuck you until you're more than a ragdoll, then immediately demolish like three Big Macs.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves hands. He loves his hands. They're big and strong, they can protect you, please you, provide for you. He adores the way you feel under them, soft and clean. He loves to feel you press against his palm while his fingers disappear inside of you. He loves your hands, the way they feel on his skin. No matter their size, they always look so small wrapped around his cock. He cherishes every mark your fingernails leave along his back, every sting they leave on his scalp when they twist his hair. He loves that your hands can go from caressing his scars to replacing them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jason loves the sight of you, sweaty and panting, with your stomach and thighs decorated in white. He's a little more possessive than he likes to admit, and he secretly feels like he's marking you as his whenever he finishes all over your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves having high sex. When the weed hits just right, so the world reduces to nothing but you...that's that good shit right there. He gets so locked in that there isn't a single thought that could pull him away. He's numb in every place that isn't touching you. It adds a certain level of passion, of desperation, for each of you because your senses are so heightened to each other. However, it isn't very often that he feels both of you are to the same level of inebriated for it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn't as sexually charged as you would think and he typically waits to get to know a person before having sex with them (with a few exceptions, like for a certain crime lord's daughter). So in that regard, one of his body counts is significantly higher than the other, but he's had enough experience to know what he's doing. He knows what he likes and he knows how to figure out what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

So long as your legs are hooked over his hips, he's happy. Jason particularly loves it when he's on his knees while you're on your back with your hips angled over his thick thighs. It lets him get deep inside of you while still being able to look at your pretty face. Not to mention, he loves grasping your hips, spreading your legs wide. (According to trusted resource, SexPositions.Club, this is position 5. Aquarius) He also loves having you up against things. Against a wall, on the kitchen table, the handle bars of his motorcycle. The way you hold onto him in more ways than one really adds something to the moment. And yeah, maybe it allows him to show off his strength to you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jason's tone depends on the time and place. For the most part, he's serious. He teases you, lets out a low chuckle when he gets a sought after reaction from you, but it isn't humorous. But sometimes...sex is just incredibly unserious. Like lazy morning sex, when neither of you can be bothered to do much more than roll on top of one another. Like you're horny, but Jason looks so goofy with his hair sticking up and you're a real beauty queen with your crusty eyes. Or the aforementioned high sex, when both of you are so lost in your pleasure and giggles.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His autopsy scar stops where his happy trail begins. Before you were a regular in his bed, he didn't really think to groom himself much. But he figured he should show you some decorum, so he keeps the dark patch of hair reigned in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jason doesn't take sex lightly. It's either a tool or a declaration of love (no matter how lazy). If he's using sex as a tool, he isn't going to be very intimate. He'll praise you, sing songs about your body, but it isn't going to be very personal. However, when you're in an established relationship, he's very intimate. There's much more kissing and eye contact, lots more "that's my baby" instead of "that's it, baby".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh yeah. Usually only if you're gone though. He'd rather have the real deal. But sometimes...if he thinks about you for a little too long...well, it's hard to hide all that when you're his size...it's just polite for everyone else if he just deals with it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jason's kinks are sort of a revolving door. He likes to go rougher and he likes to be in charge typically, but everything else is dependent on your moods. One day he'll blindfold you, the next you'll tie his hands together while he gives you orders you have to follow on your own. He'll be daddy once, then sir the next, but his favorite thing to here is Jason. He also gets a thrill out of doing it with the Red Hood mask on. He's also got a praise kink. There's nothing that gets him going more than hearing you babble about how good he's making you feel, about how much you love him. It goes the other way as well. He loves to tell you how good you feel, how beautiful you are, how well you're taking him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Where ever the mood strikes. Generally speaking, his apartment is his favorite place. There isn't a particular room, he just likes the knowledge that this is your space to do as you please. But he does get a little thrill whenever you manage to do it somewhere risky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's cliche as hell, but the sight of you in red really does work wonders for him. If he can see your nipples through your shirt, it's over. Watching you doing or say something intelligent is a huge turn on. He likes to watch you work for it. The way you oh-so-conspicuously bend over to pick something up or shiver so your chest sticks out. Make a suggestive face as you drop an innuendo only he understands and he'll see to it that your efforts don't go unrewarded.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not a voyeur. If he's gonna do it in a public setting, it's gonna be in a closet or a bathroom stall; somewhere that still shields your bodies from prying eyes. That's just for the two of you. Now, of course there's exceptions - like if you're trying to piss off your mobster father by fucking on his property, then he'll get a little cheeky for the security cameras.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jason is nothing, if not a giver. Just lay back and let him take care of it, baby. This is something he can spend hours doing. His tongue knows just where to work you, he knows just how much teeth you like, where the biting boarders on pain. And if his fingers aren't right next to his mouth, they're kneading your skin, raking his nails across your stomach with a featherlight touch, massaging the kinks in your thighs so you can open them a little more. If nothing else, his mouth and hands can cover a lot of ground.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jason likes it fast and rough. He'll drag out foreplay to his heart's content, but once you're good and ready, he's fucking you like his life depends on it. Then he's flipping you over and doing it again. That said, he has his slow and sensual moments. After a rough night when he's feeling particularly sentimental and grateful for you, he'll take all the time in the world just to watch you underneath him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Pro quickie, but usually if it's an appetizer for what comes later on. It's hard to take a dick that big and casually go on about your day. So, most of the time quickies look like his fingers sneaking down your pants during your lunch break, his head between your thighs in the bathroom at a charity event, or you on your knee taking care of him before patrol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned earlier, his kinks are a revolving door, so he would be down to experiment. He's pretty good about saying no when he needs to, and if he trusts that you can do the same, then he's open to trying new risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

No one recovers like this man. He can go for as many rounds as your heart desires. Unless he's already been yearning the whole damn day, Jason can last until the cows come home.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any toys for himself and doesn't really like to use them on his own body. However, he likes to use the vibrator on you, especially during foreplay. He likes to watch as you curl into him and shake with pleasure while he drives the toy between your legs - especially knowing that it won't be enough to satisfy you for long.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease up to a certain point. If you're out doing something, he'll keep sliding his hand higher and higher up your thigh, then pull away completely, or lean down to say something to you so that his breath hits your neck in that one sensitive spot... But once your clothes are off, he can only restrain himself for so long.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low groans and swears. His mouth as a mind of its own when he really gets going as he praises you, teases, calls out to you. You're his Baby, his Pretty Thing/Girl/Boy, so so good for him, taking it all like this. Oooh. Look. At. You. You can always tell when he's close because his panting turns to grunts, his sweet nothings become more intense as they strain between his teeth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's secretly a little self conscious about his body, particularly about his scars. Like, yeah, he's big and muscly and people always say they dig scars, but...some of his are, like, real nasty. Not to mention, that some of them have triggering memories attached to them. He finds his autopsy scar to be especially gross. It takes up so much of his chest and it doesn't seem to want to fade like the rest of his marks tend to do. So for a while when you first started having sex, he found ways around taking his shirt off. And if it did come off, it was in the dark. Once he works up the courage to finally show you all of him in proper light, he's surprised when you're more fascinated with it than anything. He can't suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when you press your lips to the crux of that T-shaped stamp. He probably won't ever love his scars, but he'll always adore the way you treat them.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's a big guy and is very proportional. He's a solid 8 inches standing tall and girthy. He's a lot to take in, which is why he's very adamant about getting an orgasm out of you before penetration.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His libido is strong for you. As previously stated, he's not as sex charged as you would think, but he does have a strong desire for you. He initiates sex fairly regularly, but he doesn't feel the need to paw at your clothes 24/7.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He almost always waits until you fall asleep. If you manage to fall asleep quickly, then he'll follow suit typically.

[lovegasmic]

⋆ DEGRADATION

ft. real form Sukuna Ryomen

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader ( there were no specifics so I took the liberty of choosing the reader ) be aware that he is really really mean, manhandling, choking, face n pussy slapping, big dick Kuna, unprepared unprotected sx, full nelson.

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“filty slut” is the first thing your ears register upon blinking to dissolve the darkness surrounding you. it only took a minute from standing in front of Sukuna’s temple to finding yourself laying flat in some sort of way too stiff surface, with Sukuna’s one hand gripping your jaw painfully enough for you to wince and your lips to purse together, while the lower pair held your hips and waist tightly pinned down.

how you even managed to enter his domain was beyond Sukuna’s understanding, but one thing was for sure, you were ridiculously wet, “i can smell your cunt all the way up here” it’s a snarl coming from Sukuna’s lips, the mixture of pure lust, the wish to complete wreck and ravage you fought with the urge of punishment for defying him, “i’ve been watching you lurk outside like a disgusting thief, when in reality you just wanted to get that pussy fucked, didn’t you?”

“that’s not—” you attempt to talk through squished cheeks, only to be silenced by a sharp slap left on your cheek, making you wince.

“don’t talk back to me, brat”

noticing your lack of response or a will to fight back Sukuna smirks, unaware of the burn on your face due to being caught; he releases his grip on your sore face, “that’s better” he murmurs sadistically, letting his eyes trail down the form of your splayed body, although he wished to open your brain and find what secrets you held, there was something so addictive about the way your soft body trembled underneath him, in both lust and fear, after all it was you who wished for this outcome, often staring at the large man with dreamy sighs and heart eyes.

much like the first movement you arrived, your world spins again, this time by Sukuna’s rough hands turning you around, now noticing you were laying on some sort of wooden floor with bones scattered around, yet you barely get a minute to think before a hand is shoving you down, forehead against the ground, his other hand on your shoulder and the left pair ripping open the ankle length skirt you wore.

“fight back, bitch” Sukuna whispers, yet his words make the walls tremble, his breathing so close to your neck while his nose slides down the softness of your jawline, “flee before I claim your wet cunt, after all...” a hint of a smirk plasters on his face, “who am I to refuse a fertile, female body when presented so willingly in front of me, like a tribute to your king”

of course you won’t, embarrassed of Sukuna so quickly discovering your ruined underwear by the sharp nail ripping your clothes apart, but pretending you didn’t want him to absolutely ruin you was a whole lie, “that’s what I thought” he rumbles, sliding his knuckle quite roughly across your drenched slit though soaked panties, pushing against your clit multiple times until you were reduced to nothing but a moaning, squirming mess, “stupid bitch” his words die by the sound of your squeal, quickly followed by a loud, wet slap right where Sukuna’s palm connects with your cunt, repeatedly until your juices splattered around, “so fucking wet like a desperate whore”

tsk, “you don’t even need preparation with how much you’re dripping” he mutters, roughly squeezing your asscheeks and spreading them wide enough for you to mewl, eying at your pulsing, fluttering hole.

the upper set of arms reach up to press your clothed shoulders against the ground, forcing you to bend while one of the hands that weren’t on your ass, reached down to grasp his cock, repeating the slapping from his hand but now with his length, and just like that he’s shoving the fat, mushroom shaped head into your begging pussy, “S-sukuna!, it’s— oh god, s-so big, ugh!” you whimper, almost in a scream with your body pinned down and struggling to take cock.

“you asked for it, bitch” he groans, both turned on by the sight of your tiny pussy stretching to accommodate his whole size and utterly annoyed by your constant squirming, even under the strength of his four arms. and Sukuna is not patient, in merely a second you’re lifted off the ground, two hands cupping your thighs, the other wrapped around your neck and the remaining one guiding his impossibly big cock deep into your warmth again, completely impaling you with a swift movement.

“f-fuuck, n-no, it’s too much!” you scream brokenly, voice coming in gasps from the way Sukuna knocks the air out of your lungs by continuously fucking you in the air like a rag doll, your whole body tingling and on the brink of passing out with how much you’re cumming, unaware that you’ve been orgasming for a while now, coating the curse’s cock with your creamy substance and dripping onto the floor.

the sound is too lewd your moans are the only thing covering it, but Sukuna is not having it, “shut the fuck up” he groans, squeezing your throat a bit rougher until your eyes widen and pussy clenches, “let me hear your nasty cunt swallowing my cock” is what he says, and you wonder how he sounds so casual when you’re a mess of tears and drool, constantly squeezing his cock that’s only rewarded by a tighter squeeze on your neck, a slap on your thigh or clit and the tongue on his abdomen lapping on your lower back, no signals of stopping any time soon, but remember, it was you who wished for it.

[davey-the-disturbed]

Nonhuman Whump things that make me happy :)

ya know how you can grab a fish by the gills?? well how about mermaids? drag them from the water, cut off their oxygen supply similar to dragging someone by their throat.

it’s always collar this, collar that, but i just LOVE a good muzzle. even for a human whump without a snout, the sheer humiliation and dehumanization from being strapped into something that was created for unruly animals is just...mwah.

whumper cutting whumpee’s fingernails or talons, depending on the species. especially if they tried to lash out by scratching. is the whumpee strapped down for this, or drugged to exhaustion? perhaps too badly hurt to fight back? 

winged whumpee unable to open or stretch out their wings in captivity. soreness, restlessness, the longing to fly growing stronger as their wings grow weaker from disuse. imagine: whumpee finally escapes whumper’s clutches, opens their wings excitedly, finally free. but when they try to lift off, they fall to the ground, unable to carry their own weight anymore. 

whumpee with a tail: so much possibility. whumper constantly stepping on it, pulling it. dragging them around by it, until whumpee wishes that it wasn’t there at all. or maybe whumper braids it, puts little bows on it, plays with the end of it while whumpee can’t pull away or resist. does their tail give away their emotions? does it thrash when they are angry? does it go limp when they’re hurt? or does whumper go the extreme route and chop it off completely? i love tails. 

whumpee with heightened, animalistic senses, deprived of practice. cat-like eyes are covered or constantly in the dark. dog-like hearing put in a padded room or plugged/muffled. whumpee with natural hunting instincts deprived of prey. just like the wings, without enough practice or use, their senses dull. when they finally get out, do they have to work with caretaker to get them back? or are they gone forever, reduced to a fraction of their past ability? 

with more animalistic whumps: whumper seeing just what kind of sounds they can draw from their new specimen. whumpee may shut their mouth defiantly, but how long until they whimper and whine for mercy?  how much pain until they hiss and screech, claw and bite? 

 just some thoughts :) feel free to add on

[frostiexavier]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ headcannon: how the lads boys take care of you when you are sick

○ warnings: fluff, mentions of food, symptoms of being sick, some cursing and nothing else i don’t think :)

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ﾟ。 Xavier

You woke up one morning with a sore throat and a slight cough. You knew this was the beginning of being sick, this is what always happens. You look over to see Xavier sleeping soundly, his features are so soft and adorable when he is asleep. You try to quietly get up without waking the sleepy bunny. However, you feel an arm wrap around your waist pulling you back into bed. You gasp softly, not expecting him to pull you back into his embrace. He pulls you to his chest like he is spooning you. He nuzzles his face into your neck and smiles.

“Good Morning, but can we stay like this for a little while longer? I am still sleepy”, he says with his raspy morning voice that makes you putty in his arms. You don’t answer him but can’t hold back the cough that is trying to escape.

You cough a couple more times before you feel Xavier shift and sit up. He looks down at you and you cover your mouth with your hand but have to quickly cover it with your elbow to cough into.

“Are you okay? Are you getting sick?”, he asks in a quick and concerned voice.

“Maybe, my throat feels scratchy and it hurts to swallow”, you say in between little coughs. Xaviers face looks concerned and he places his palm to the top of your head.

“You feel warm, I am going to go to the store and get some medicine. I will be right back, don’t try to get up until I am back”, he says while putting on a shirt and grabbing his wallet from the night stand.

“I just have a sore throat, I can still walk Xavier”, you laugh but then break into a fit of coughs.

“Just rest until I come back, do you want anything while I am out?”,he asks but you decline by shaking your head. He places a kiss on your forehead and tucks the duvet back over you before he exits the room.

You close your eyes once he leaves but after some time you feel the bed shift, waking you up from your short nap.

“Hey, you feeling okay?”,Xavier asks. Honestly you felt worse, you had the chills now but your head felt hot. You shake your head in response to his question.

You look over the covers and see several bags on the bed, you slowly sit up and look at Xavier.

“I thought you were just getting medicine? What is all this stuff?”, you ask him, your voice sounds raspy from your throat and coughing in between words.

“I got everything I thought you might need. I got tissues, cough drops, a thermometer, medicine, a humidifier, and some other stuff like face masks and vapor rub to help you relax. Oh, I asked the lady at the pharmacy and she said these would help reduce fevers.”, Xavier says while popping a small pill and handing you a glass of water to take it.

“Thank you Xavi, that was very kind of you for getting me all this stuff”, you say and he smiles at you.

“Anything for you. I also got you some soup from that restaurant you like and I got some teas for you to try. Just tell me which flavor you would like and I’ll go make some for you.”, he smiles and you can’t help but blush at how thoughtful he is.

“Thank you for all of this. If I weren’t sick I would kiss you right now”, you giggle slightly but end up coughing a bit.

He takes a moment to register your words and then leans in to kiss you. He molds his lips into yours but you quickly push him away.

“Xavier, you can’t kiss me you’re going to get sick”, you tell him but he doesn’t move away from you.

“I don’t care, we can be sick together. Either way I will still take care of you. Just don’t hold back on the kisses okay?”, he says again and gives you a quick peck on the lips before standing up. You can’t help but blush at his words.

“Okay now which tea would you like?”,he asks but honestly you can’t think about tea right now.

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ﾟ。 Zayne

You should have listened to Zayne. He warned you that all these late nights practicing your skills in the cold weather was going to make you sick. He was right, like he always is. You hate to admit it but you should have listened to him. You just know he is going to say “I told you so”.

Zayne was already in the kitchen making coffee when you woke up. You thought maybe you could fool him by putting on some makeup to mask the slight paleness to your face. Your throat was throbbing and you felt fatigued but didn’t want Zayne to gloat so you pushed through.

You walk into the living room, still in your pajamas. Just as you thought, Zayne was making coffee, still in his pajamas with his rustic brown robe over him and his house slippers.

“Good Morning Darling”, he says, bringing you a cup of coffee and placing a kiss to the top of your head. He places the cup onto the coffee table, making sure to place it on a coaster. He then sits down beside you on the couch and pulls you into him. You look up at him and he smiles.

“Did you sleep well?”, he asks and you almost respond. Crap, your voice is going to sound so bad, let’s just nod. You nod and he gives a soft chuckle.

“Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?”, he asks and you shrug your shoulders. You go to grab the coffee taking a small sip but the heat burns your throat. The sudden sensation makes you fall into a fit of coughs.

“Are you alright?”, Zayne asks with a worried expression, he moves to your side quickly.

“Sorry, I just didn’t wait for it to cool down enough”, you say while coughing some more. Zayne’s expression changes once he hears your voice.

“You’re sick”, he states in a matter of fact tone. You sigh and give up trying to pretend, you don’t know why you even tried, he would have found out anyways.

“Yes, now you can say I told you so”, you say, sighing deeply and covering your face with your hands.

“I did but that wouldn’t make you feel better. Let me examine you”, he says and before you can refuse he moves his hand to your forehead and cheeks.

“You’re flushed and warm. Let me grab the thermometer”, he says standing up and walking to get the first aid kit. He opens the box and grabs the thermometer, he then makes his way back to you.

“Open”, he states and you open your mouth. He sticks the thermometer under your tongue and holds it in place for you until you both here the beep.

“99.8, it's a low-grade fever. If we treat it now, we can prevent it from getting worse. Let me grab some tylenol and a cold compress”, he says, leaving to grab said things.

You don't need to have a fever right now. You have been training so hard and getting sick will set you back in your training. You sigh thinking about falling behind.

“Here, take this and apply this to your forehead”, he says handing you a tylenol with a glass of water. You take the pill in one swig and then take the cold compress from Zayne. You place it on your forehead, the sensation making you feel slightly better already.

Before you know it Zayne is lifting you up and holding you bridal style.

“Zayne? What are you doing?”, you asks in a frantic and startled tone.

“I am taking you back to bed. I am going to take care of you today. Today I am Dr. Zayne and you are my patient”, he smirks and carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Oh? Do I get the special VIP treatment package? Or do you treat all your patients like this Dr. Zayne?”, you tease and he chuckles.

“Only the ones that don’t listen to my orders, so only you”, he laughs and you swat his chest. He reaches the bed and gently places you down while pulling the blanket over you. He sits down on the edge of the bed and grabs your hand

“Now be a good girl and listen to me this time. I will be right back, I am going to go grab some things for you, text me if you need anything. I will be right back.”, he says rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You nod at his soft words and he smiles.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I love you”, he says placing a kiss on the back of your hand and stands to leave.

“I love you Zayne”, you smile and you can’t help but notice the pink tint to his cheeks. He gives a soft smile before leaving to grab some things to help take care of you over the next couple of days.

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ﾟ。 Rafayel

“Are you okay? You have been coughing on and off all day. Don’t tell me you are sick or something?”, Rafayel says from the driver's seat of the car.

You place your fist up to your mouth trying to cover your cough. You think you are catching the cold Tara caught. It has been going around the hunter’s association but you just need to power through it.

“I think I am catching a cold but I’ll be fine”, you state and Rafayel moves his head between you and the road.

“Puh-lease, you look like you could kick the bucket at any moment, you look horrible”, he states and you give him a side glare.

“Thanks Rafayel, the words every woman wants to hear from their boyfriend”, you say coughing again.

“Sorry, but honestly you look sick. You want me to take you to the doctor or something?”, he asks and you shake your head. Suddenly Rafayel turns the car and you feel somewhat nauseous.

“Oh nu-uh we are going to the doctor asap. You are not going to barf in my car”, he picks up the speed and makes it to a nearby urgent care.

You both walk in and Rafayel grabs you a mask and puts a mask on himself. He helps get you checked in and sits 2 seats away from you in the waiting area.

“Seriously Rafayel?”, you ask him and he throws his hands up in defense.

“Hey, if I get sick then who is gonna take care of you huh?”, he says and you shake your head and roll your eyes. Soon enough the front desk calls your name. You both follow the nurse into a small exam room.

You tell the nurse about your symptoms and she takes your vitals. She tells you that the doctor will be there shortly and leaves the room. Rafayel sits quietly and observes the room when the doctor makes her way in.

“Hello? Y/n correct? I heard you haven’t been feeling well, what is going on?”, she asks but before you could answer Rafayel butts in.

“Doctor thank goodness you are here. Something is wrong with her, she almost barfed in my car, which is very unlike her. She has been coughing all day long, I think she has a cold or maybe the plague? I don’t know but look at her, she looks horrible. I am very concerned.”, he states pointing to you.

The doctor looks at Rafayel and then back at you. The look of dread and embarrassment on your face. The doctor chuckles and replies to Rafayel.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure to take good care of your girlfriend”, she laughs and continues to examine you. Thankfully the doctor doesn’t seem to find Rafayel’s sudden outburst to be troublesome. You mentally sigh while looking at him. He looks between you and the doctor.

The doctor is auscultating your lungs and heart. She checks the lymph nodes in your neck to see if there is any swelling. You explain to her you have a cough and feel nauseous, along with a sore throat and slight fatigue.

“Let’s get you tested for all the respiratory things but I feel like it is just a cold. Have you overworked yourself lately or been around anyone who is sick?”, the doctor asks but you get interrupted before you can say anything.

“Uh yeah, she has been overworking herself to the point of getting sick. She works overtime at the hunters association”, Rafayel exclaims through his mask.

“Oh wow, you are very noble. Thank you for all you do for Linkon. However, overworking yourself can make you fall behind sometimes. Go home and rest, no training or working until you fully recover.”, she explains.

“And you, make sure to take care of her alright?”, She points to Rafayel and he nods with his arms folded.

After the doctor leaves the room the nurse comes back to test you for respiratory problems. All the tests turned out to be negative so the doctor said to just rest at home and to come back if you do not improve within a few days.

Before going home, Rafayel stops at the local pharmacy to grab medicines and other remedies ro help with a cold. He also picked up some porridge and tea from a local restaurant he often visits.

When you get home you immediately head for bed, your body is so tired from even going to urgent care. After about 20 minutes Rafayel enters the room with your porridge and tea dressed in PPE from head to toe.

“Rafayel, where did you get all of that?”, you ask him referring to his sterile outfit.

“Oh I picked these up while at the pharmacy. They had a lot of things there”, he chuckles and hands you the porridge.

“Is that really necessary when I just have a cold?”, you question him, sitting up from the bed to take a bite.

“Listen, I love you but I don’t want to get sick. If I am also bed bound, who will take care of me? My Miss bodyguard is down right now so I need to take care of her”, he smiles and you laugh at his ridiculous reasoning.

“Okay Rafayel whatever you say”, you laugh and he pats your head with his gloved hand.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure you feel better soon, anything you need I am here for you”, he rubs your back and you smile while taking a sip of tea. He was right though, he waited on you hand and foot but never took off that ridiculous quarantine outfit.

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ﾟ。 Sylus

“Sweetie wake up”, you faintly hear the deep voice of Sylus waking you up. You open your eyes slightly and feel pain radiating down your throat.

“Hmmm?”, you ask half asleep.

“I’m sorry to wake you my love but you have been coughing a lot in your sleep. I want to check if you are running a fever”, he asks, helping you turn over in bed to face him. He places his palm to your forehead and his eyes grow bigger.

“You are burning up, let me get the thermometer”, he gets out of bed and grabs a thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. He comes back and places it into your mouth and waits for it to read. Your eyes are still heavy from just waking up, your vision is blurry.

“100.5, let me get some medicine for you. Maybe I should take you to the hospital”, Sylus quickly leaves the room and brings back medicine and a glass of water.

“Here sit up and take this”, he helps you sit up in bed and puts the pill in your mouth. He presses the glass of water to your lips and helps you as you take a sip.

“How are you feeling, kitten?”, he asks and you rub your eyes with your hands.

“I just feel so tired, I feel weak and my throat hurts”, you admit and his eyes soften at your sickened state.

“Come here”, he holds out his arms which you envelop yourself into. His arms wrap around your whole body and he rubs your arm up and down and gently rocks you.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you. Mephisto is already grabbing things at the store for you. Luke and Kieran are making your favorite tea and some soup for you.”, he says in almost a whisper but yoj can’t help but chuckle which makes you cough afterwards.

“So you are delegating tasks to other people to take care of me.”, you smile up at him and he smirks.

“Kitten, I need to be right here with you. I can’t do that if I am busy with other matters that can be dealt with otherwise. I need to have you right here next to me at all times.”, he says, holding you closer and propping his chin on your head. You giggle and close your eyes, enjoying his embrace.

You hear a knock at the door and Sylus gives permission to whomever is there to come in.

“Miss boss lady, we heard you are sick. We made you 5 different teas to choose from and we have different soup options as well. Please choose at your leisure.”, Luke says as he places the various teas and foods on a nearby table.

“Well done. Thanks boys”, Sylus says and both of them salute Sylus.

“Of course, hoping you have a quick recovery, miss boss lady”, Kieran says and both of the boys exit the room.

“Now let's try these teas, which one would my kitten like?”, he asks you and you point to one of the various tea flavors. He grabs your favorite soup choice as well and walks back over to the bed. You take a small sip of the tea, it helps soothe your throat.

“Open wide sweetie”, he says and you open your mouth as he feeds you the soup. He smiles and you don’t protest and let him take care of you. Normally you would insist on feeding yourself but even lifting a spoon feels like a huge task right now.

“Is it good?”, he asks and you nod your head in agreement. After he helps you finish your soup he gives you a neck massage. His hands kneading your neck and back help relieve a lot of tension built up and all the aches in your body you are currently feeling.

“How is this sweetie? Feeling okay?”, he asks and you moan and nod in response.

“Thank you Sylus, this helps so much”, you say with eyes closed as he continues to knead your lower back now. After the massage he pulls you close to him in bed and nuzzles himself close to you. His face is mere inches from yours now.

“Sylus, you probably shouldn’t be this close to me. You are going to get sick”, you say trying to cover your coughs.

“Sweetie, do you really think a cold could take the leader of Onychinus down?”, he smirks and you roll your eyes playfully in response. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body.

“Just relax and take a nap with me”, he says into your ear. His voice soothing to your ears and he hums a little song that helps you fall asleep.

Your nap was cut short to the sound of hacking and coughing. You wake up and see Sylus is nowhere to be found. You sit up and call out his name.

“Sylus?”, you call out but no response. You begin to worry so you stand up and make your way into the bathroom where you hear all the noises coming from. To your surprise, Sylus is leaning over the bathroom sink coughing and hacking up phlegm.

“Oh my goodness, Sylus are you sick too?”, you ask, your voice drawing his attention towards you.

“Kitten, you should be resting, don’t worry about me”, he says in between coughs. His skin looks pale and his eyes red and puffy. He sniffles, obviously congested and his coughing sounds worse than yours.

You grab his hand and help him back to bed. You helped him lay down and feel his forehead, he was running a fever as well.

“Mephisto, could you bring me a cold washcloth please?”, you ask and the crow caws at you and quickly brings the cold compress. You place the washcloth on his head and he closes his eyes, basking in the feeling.

“Thank you, but I am supposed to be taking care of you”, he says with a few coughs.

“Don’t worry, we can take care of each other. Now relax I am going to massage your shoulders, it helped me feel a bit better earlier”, you say and straddle him to get in a comfortable position. His ears turn red as he watches you get comfortable on top of him.

You lean down and start to knead his shoulders and chest. He closes his eyes, letting himself feel your small hands smooth out his body aches. You massage his shoulders, arms, chest and as you go to his waist he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. Your face is so close to his and he smirks.

“What are you trying to get into kitten?”, he raises his eyebrows and you swat at his chest. You sit back up and scold him.

“Quit being naughty and just relax”, you say and he deeply chuckles followed by a cough.

You both spend the rest of the week helping each other get better and recover. With the help of the twins and mephisto of course.

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ﾟ。 Caleb

“You sure are burnin’ up pipsqueak, what made you this sick huh?”, he says feeling your forehead and looking at your weakened state.

“I don’t know, I was fighting off wanderers in the rain a couple days ago. It was probably that”, you say coughing while responding.

“That's no good. Well don’t worry, I already know what to do to make you feel better.”, he smiles and stands up from the bed.

“I thought you had to go back to sky haven today? The colonel can’t be away for too long I thought.”, you ask and he places his hands on his hips.

“My priorities are not in sky haven, they are right here making you feel better. The fleet can handle things without me for a few days.”, he smiles and ruffles your hair.

“Now, let me get you some things and I’ll be back in no time”, he winks and leaves the room. You feel guilty having Caleb take care of you when you know his job with the fleet is so important. He is the colonel after all and you don’t want to make him sick either.

You decide to try and get up so you can prove to him that you can take care of yourself. You make your way into the kitchen to make yourself some tea and Caleb is already making you something to eat by the stove.

“Hey, what are you doing? You should be in bed”, he says looking at you while you slowly walk into the kitchen.

“I’m fine to take care of myself Caleb. I’m just getting some tea”, you state and Caleb’s smile disappears. He nods and turns his attention back over to the pot in front of him.

You grab a mug from the cabinet and place a tea bag inside. You reach for the hot kettle and go to pour the water. As you are pouring you get a wave of dizziness and the water splatters all over the counter and your other hand.

“Shit”, you exclaim and set the kettle down. The hot water scorches your hand.

“Y/n are you alright?”, Caleb says in a worried tone and rushes to your side. He gently grabs your hand and sees the burn mark already forming on it. You wince at the pain and he looks at you with concern.

“I told you to rest, you never listen to me. Come on, sit down and I’ll grab the first aid kit”, he helps you sit down at the island as he goes to search for the kit. He comes back within a few minutes and sits next to you.

He opens the kit and pulls out some after burn ointment and a bandage. He puts some ointment on a cotton swab and grabs your hand. He starts placing the ointment. The sensation burns but it is bearable. As he pats on the ointment he looks up at you.

“Why don’t you ever let me take care of you?”, he asks honestly, his eyes glistening over you.

“I can take care of myself Caleb. I don’t want you to get sick or get in trouble with the fleet”, you answer him truthfully. He stops his treatment on your hand and places the bandage over it but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over the fleet. Like I said, they can handle a few days without me there. My priority right now is being here with you, making sure you are healthy and safe.”, he explains shifting his gaze from your eyes back to your hand. Your heart could melt at his words. Caleb has always been there to take care of you since you were both kids. He has always been by your side and made you his priority.

“I’m sorry I just don’t want to be a burden to you. We are grown up now, I don’t want to have to rely on you everytime I get sick.”, you explain and he smiles softly.

“You could never be a burden to me, pipsqueak. I enjoy being here for you and taking care of you. I always have.”, he smiles and rubs the top of your other hand. You smile and pull him into a hug and he gasps from your sudden embrace.

He quickly wraps his arms around you and gives your body a gentle squeeze. He doesn’t want to let go and takes in this moment. You rarely initiate physical contact so he wants to savor this.

“I promise to always take care of you no matter what.”, he says in a whisper near your ear. You smile and slowly pull away from the hug. He smiles and brushes your cheek with his hand.

“Now, go back to bed and I will bring you something to eat and some meds to help you feel better.”, he says and you nod. You get up and head back to bed. You lay down and within ten minutes Caleb is back with a tray of items and some medication.

Caleb helps you get better within no time, it only takes a couple days for you to fully recover. He packs his things to head back to sky haven. You secretly wished that you would have been sick a little longer so Caleb wouldn’t have to go but you know his job needs him.

“I’ll be back before you know it pipsqueak. Don’t be getting sick again while I’m gone.”, he says, patting your head at the front door to your apartment. You nod and give him a hug again. You don’t know why but lately you have been more affectionate to him. You don’t want him to leave your side.

“You make it so hard to leave you”, he sighs in your embrace, not wanting to let you go. You're the one that has to pull back and you look up at him.

“Go before I kidnap you”, you chuckle and he smiles.

“You know, that's not a bad idea”, he laughs putting his finger to his chin, insinuating that he is thinking about the idea. You swat his arm and he chuckles.

“Alright, alright I’m leaving, bye pipsqueak”, he says waving at you and you wave back. You close the door as Caleb leaves. However, as you turn to go back to your living room you hear a knock at the door. Caleb was still standing outside.

“Sorry, I forgot something”, he says and picks you up from the ground and pulls you into a tight embrace. He spins you both around a couple times making you giggle. After he is satisfied he places you back down.

“Okay thats all I needed, bye pips”, he says and places a kiss on your forehead. He exits the apartment and closes the door. He leaves you breathless and your heart racing, yearning for his return.

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a/n: heyyyyyy guess whos back! sorry i have been sick literally the past 2 weeks, hence why i wrote on this topic. While i was sick i wish i had someone to take care of me but sadly my virtu boyfriends don’t exist so i had to take care of myself 😔 anyways fluff series coming to you soon i just wanted to write this headcannon first tehe