#hydration and sleep are still things I'm working on

[sagittariangirl27]

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

©xdjville

[erensfeed]

Hello!

Can you please do the lads me when mc has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome? Thank you so much in advance I love u sm

⠀⠀⠀｡IF YOU HAD EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME .ᐟ ｡

featuring: rafayel. sylus. xavier. caleb. zayne x reader.

៹ cw. fluff with your super duper supportive and helpful boyfriends.

⌞ note⌝ PLEASEE you have every single right to literally hate me rn BUT PLZ HEAR ME OUT ANGEL. ORGO CLASS WAS ON MY CASE SO HARD AND STILL ISSsS. PLUS MY TIME MANAGEMENT RN IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL. *exhaling rn* but please accept my apologies. im currently offering you a bazillion kisses and gentle hugs, as well as my thoughts on how these sweethearts would care for you to make up for it.

also, researching about this syndrome was one of the best things i'd ever done like.. ever. because i feel so aware??. i'm so grateful for this request. i love you so so much & i hope you enjoy pookiebear.

rafayel.

rafayel would do the major & little things he can to support you.

from adjusting your pillows just right whenever one of you sleeps over, to giving you massages when you feel only a little sore.

he would often ask you what he can do to help until it's second nature to know what to do before you even say it.

since he likes going out on dates with you, if you decide to cancel, he would immediately respect that and would already have your reservations cancelled in an instant.

if doctors are ever dismissive, he’s your guy.

he would have personal beef with the doctor.

“(s)he looks funny anyway. come on, we’re getting a better doctor.”

if you ever feel like you are a burden, he would clear that thought away from your head in a flash.

would tell you that you're never a burden and that he doesn't want you to feel that way around him or anyone else.

makes you pinky promise you won't think like that again.

*narrows his eyes at you* "swear it."

until he catches your smile and nods, only then does he smile back again and says, "good :)"

with rafayel, feeling bad about your condition is never and will never even be an option.

he makes sure you feel loved, not limited.

sylus.

sylus sees you as the strongest person and not how you may see yourself.

if you ever feel frustrated about your condition, he just listens.

when it would be time for him to talk, he would say something like:

"what you think are your limits aren’t your problem. they’re only everyone else’s if they even think they can hold you back."

if you also have POTS, he has you staying hydrated.

mastered casual but intentional help.

like opening doors without making it obvious and handing you something before even you realize you need it.

honestly cute if you think he'd ever let you over work yourself.

has soft-close drawers and doors to reduce strain on joints in both your homes.

in public, if you ever struggle to stand up, he offers a hand or just picks you up, completely unfazed.

if you’re too exhausted to move at home, he just comes next to you and tucks you against his chest while playing with your hair.

and if you feel a certain way about yourself in a moment and let him know:

“it’s tough, i get it. but you’re still tougher.”

a better doctor to you than actual doctors.

after zayne, he is for sure the most patient with mood swings or exhaustion.

caleb.

caleb totally does a lot of research on how to better be of help to you.

and i mean a lot.

he would ask zayne for help but may take credit by saying:

"i figured since i was readin' about it earlier today :)"

LIESS.

zayne/your primary doctor told him 51% of what he knows.

he tends to assume how you want to be assisted but, in the sense where it's just him doing everything for you... until you tell him you really can do certain things yourself.

he would be a little hurt at that but it's okay. (it's not, he's sad now.)

but from there on, he would start asking you before stepping in to help because he would start to see that you can and would like to do things on your own.

BUT. he's got cooking, cleaning, and carrying things that might strain your joints covered. no matter what you say.

and don't be surprised if you're trying to do something and he just uses his evol to lightly prevent you from doing it.

"nuh uh, i'm not lettin' you do that."

since he's more of a gym baby than the other guys, he would encourage gentle movement/stretching to prevent muscle stiffness. simply as his way of wanting to help and also exercise together. either that or he massages you.

if you use canes, braces or wheelchairs, he would get you ones with stickers, cool designs and even matching accessories.

in your home with him, there would be absolutely no furniture with sharp edges that could cause quick bruising or an injury in sight.

last but not least, caleb would spend his time building & finalizing a mobility aid that helps with your joint pain but also doesn't cause another joint pain in a different part of your body from its use.

caleb would genuinely love you for what you can or can't do.

your condition wouldn't change a thing—it’s just another part of you for him to love.

xavier.

unlike someone, xavier actually offers his help rather than rushing in head first because he's knows what's up.

he helps with braces, taping, or your compression gear if you use it.

and if you personally don't, he still finds your hypermobility fascinating.

since he likes quality time, he makes sure to balance your hanging out with rest. or just a quiet time quality time.

"let’s just sit for a while. we don't need to talk if you don’t want to."

he would totally buy you multiple weighted blankets to use at home and say:

“this here is the best one, trust me."

and you'd be like "?? and how do you know that?"

because how could he know that? unless he-

"*hesitates* uhh i tested like five... and another five more.”

and lordd he did. he really did. with no shame.

he would help you with repetitive tasks that might cause strain.

like opening jars, carrying groceries, or even typing for long periods. or completing your (home)works that he could.

if you ever cancel plans or need extra rest, this is your man.

althoughhh, he's for sure coming over and sleeping next to you.

would be mindful of how he hugs you when sleeping for that gentle & perfect pressure though.

if you ever feel bad ever, he would say many words of comfort to you like:

“i know it’s hard… but i’m here, okay? you don’t have to go through it alone."

or

“it’s okay to be upset. you’re allowed to feel this way, i’m right here to listen.”

or even something like:

"you don’t have to be strong all the time. and if you ever forget that, i’ll just remind you as much as i have to."

zayne.

a doctor for a boyfriend? yeah you're in great hands.

his only true focus is on you.

although almost like caleb with the assumptions, zayne has his own tendency to assume how you may be feeling but solely because of patterns he keeps track of that relate to other parts of your health and how he gets your feelings right each time.

with your condition though, he is sure to be mindful to avoid doing that by focusing on asking how you feel instead, at the appropriate times to.

he also makes sure that you eat enough protein to support your muscle health.

most helpful and understanding award goes to him. especially during times where you may have heavy migranes.

since he is your doctor, if you also happen to have POTS, he will make sure to increase your salt intake by the right amount.

he would also keep track of when you last took your meds, as well as remember small details about you that no one else may.

he would be the best at helping you with subluxations/dislocations without panicking if it ever happens.

he knows when to step in and when to step back.

if you feel like you have to explain yourself in ways you feel while next to him, he will hear what you have to say and make sure to validate you all while saying something like:

"you don’t have to explain yourself—i already know, and i’m always going to be here."

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Official Business

Fred Weasley x reader

Requested by: @mytrinityphelps

Request: “Office sex with coworker Fred Weasley (and him wearing glasses)”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it's taken so long to actually start and upload. But it never slipped my mind. This might just be my longest fic yet, so I hope it's actually enjoyable. I’m not gonna lie, I kinda forgot about the glasses request and I’m so sorry. I reread the request and went “mentioning glasses once might not cover it”. I’m sorry

T/W: Unprotected sex, Office banter, Blowjob, Nearly caught, Belly bulge,

What could you say about working as an Auror?

It was a decent job with decent pay, the hours were your casual 9 to 5 with weekends off.

Oh, and there was your coworker Fred. He wasn't the most serious guy, having left his job at a joke shop for better pay to keep his business up and running.

He was tolerable, unlike some of the other stuffy old workers who were seemingly glued to their desks. He was a little older than you with a ginger mop of hair and glasses that framed his deep brown eyes. He was friendly, always offering to bring you a morning tea and coffee personally instead of relying on the house elves. He even bought you a small owl ornament for your desk to commemorate your first year anniversary of working there.

Maybe you liked the flirty banter more. How during lunch breaks he’d comment about how you looked better than any dessert ever could, and that he looked forward to your smile more than any monthly wage slip. He really knew how to make your day brighter.

When he noticed the blush that spread across your cheeks in response to his teasing, he took a step up. Some of your favorite comments of his all shared a similar trait. They made you want to jump his bones. It was impossible not to when he spoke the stuff of wet dreams in that soft teasing tone.

“Your lipstick looks pretty, I wonder how it would look trailing down my chest”

“Looks like you’ve had a heavy workload today. Here I’d hoped you could take heavy loads, baby”

“You look tired, you’d sleep a lot better in my bed”

Oh, he was really trying to rile you up. And it was working like a charm.

Working overtime wasn’t rare in this line of work. Desk jobs always had their fair share of paperwork pile ups. Most workers left it till the next day or took it home to complete when possible. You only had a bit of work left and decided to stay to avoid the unnecessary task of homework.

One thing that caught you off guard was that Fred hadn’t said goodnight to you like he usually did before leaving. He did it every night. Was he angry at you? Had you said the wrong thing?

The thought stung a little, but you could always ask him about it the next morning.

Half an hour into your work was enough for a tea break. It wasn't procrastination if it counted as hydrating. Heading along the familiar hallway was second nature for you, but stopping dead was new. In the vast rows of desks, was a familiar ginger mop of hair. Was Fred Weasley staying late?

You made your way downstairs, an idea in mind.

Fred hated staying late. He hated this job. He had only taken it for some extra income towards the joke shop. He took the 9 to 5 job due to Georgie and Angelina expecting their first. At least if he was running the shop, he could be more lenient with trips to St Mungos. He still had a whole 3 hours worth of work to get through just to catch up. How people did this full time, he didn't know.

The approach of heels made him keep his head down, thinking it was some higher up reader to scold him for not taking the job seriously. But when a mug of coffee was placed before him, his head soon whipped up. There you were, like an angel in his time of need. You somehow looked perfect, like you weren't working overtime from an 8 hour shift. Instead of reaching for the mug handle, he reached for your hand in a tender grip.

“You’re a lifesaver, you know.

Your thumb trailed over his knuckles softly, a soft yet teasing smile on your face.

“I guess you owe me then”

That brought a smile to his face, giving your hand a tug causing you to fall onto his lap. You laughed softly, your hands finding his shoulders. This was his usual flirting to the max. But what was the harm in a bit of teasing?

“Give it your best shot, Weasley”

Knowing Fred in the capacity that you did, you should have known that he wouldn't take it as harmless teasing. He took it as a challenge.

His other hand found your cheek, pulling you closer to press his lips to yours in a kiss that seemed almost desperate. He let go of your wrist in favour of holding your waist to keep you steady on his lap. His lips pressed harder against yours, like a kiss along could merge your bodies. He wanted to be closer to you. He seemed confused when you got off of his lap, trying to hold onto you tighter, but his confusion turned into shock when you lowered yourself between his spread legs. He couldn't help his excitement as he practically ripped his belt off.

“You’re really gonna suck my dick? Sweetheart, you’re something else. Most girls would complain about ruining their lipstick, but you love being a dirty little office slut, don't you?”

He groaned when you pressed a kiss to his bulge in response before your hand took over, palming him teasingly. Your fingers tugged his zipper and fumbled with his button before his boxers came into view, and they were pulled down even quicker. Fred reached into his boxers, pulling his cock out. It stood tall before your face, his shaft veiny and girthy. The curtains definitely matched the drapes when it came to his pubes.

“Are you always this hard, Fred, or does a bit of kissing turn you on?”

He chuckled, his hand cupping your jaw to pull you closer.

“I'm always hard for you, I just don't show it as blatantly as you do. I knew how wet you got for me. I wonder if you ever played with yourself in the bathrooms thinking of me…or did you just finger yourself under your desk while I told you how pretty you looked every morning?”

That blush that filled your cheeks when he spoke, that's what he loved most about you. How that small tint of pink made you irresistible. How naturally it did.

His thumb caressed your blushing cheek, it was the result of him after all. Little did he know, it was all for him. You’d give all of yourself to him.

Your tongue gave his tip a gentle prod, reveling in his hiss at the touch. He sounded beautiful with every response, but those you drew from him were your favourite. Your lips wrapped around his tip, suckling softly. Fred stifled his moans, bringing his tie to his mouth and biting it to keep himself quiet from any other late workers. You looked up at him through your lashes, the sight making you wetter. Fred was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his face nearly as red as his hair and his tie tucked between his lips while his cock throbbed for attention. He was like fine art.

Your lips returned to his cock, your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take him in your throat. His eyes bugged out when he felt your mouth take him deeper. But it was all cut short at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Fred pulled the tie from his mouth and nudged you gently, his voice merely a hushed whisper.

“Sweetie, stop. Someone, fuck…someones coming”

His hands ushered towards the underside of his desk making sure you were tucked in before pulling his chair up and trapping you between his legs. The footsteps stopped by his desk, one of your colleagues commenting on how he was here late, making some joke about his allergy for work slowly being cured. Fred could only nod along, his mind still in panic mode from nearly being caught getting sucked off by a coworker. You, on the other hand, took delight in how the tables had turned. It was your turn to tease him.

You leaned your face closer to his cock, sliding your tongue along his shaft and tracing his veins. You could hear his groan which he quickly covered up with a coughing fit. You could hear the coworker checking on him and patting his back, but you didn't give him a reprieve. Your lips circled his tip, suckling gently. Your coworker ran off, something about getting some water for Fred. He pulled his chair back and helped you out from under the desk.

“Sweetheart, we don’t have time”

He pulls his shirt over his erection and drags you by the hand, along the hallway and to the small utility cupboard that housed quills and inks. He pushed you in first and followed you inside, muttering a few enchantments under his breath. He had to make sure no one would hear you two and most importantly, that no one would try and open the door.

His hands wrapped around your waist like a python, pulling you into him. You pulled your pencil skirt up, hooking your leg over his hip. You dropped your voice to a sultry whisper.

“Then you better not waste anymore time, Fred”

His hand slithered between your bodies, pulling up your pencil skirt and tugging your panties aside. He practically growled at how wet you were, his fingers soaked from that brief touch. He couldn't wait any longer. He lined his tip with your entrance and pulled your hips, sliding you down his cock. You let out a relieved moan, grateful for Fred’s enchantment. His cock was buried so snug inside of you, every clench around his thickness felt like he could break you.

You risked a glance down and the sight of his cock causing your belly to bulge made you whimper. Just the sight alone caused that band to tighten. Your hands gripped his shoulders, pressing needy kisses to his lips. Fred pulled his hips back and thrust back into you, wanting to be as deep inside of you as he could. He wondered what it would be like to cum inside of you, painting you deep inside, but he didn't want to push his luck. There was plenty of time, and there was no way he’d have that much fun in an office storeroom. If it took, that would be a terrible place to conceive.

He licked along your bottom lip, his pace never slowing.

“I'm close, sweetie. Cum on my cock, make a mess”

His hand moved back between you both, desperate fingers circling your clit in tight, quick circles. He could feel your grip on his shoulders tighten, your eyes rolling back in bliss as you clamped down on his cock. A pornographic moan ripped itself from your throat as your juices coated his shaft. You were so warm and tight, that he contemplated just throwing all care out the window but instead he groaned and pulled out, his hand wrapping around his dick and pumping fervently.

His cum painted your bunched up skirt, leaving a sticky stain on the grey fabric. You didn’t call him out on it in your blissed out state, only noticing when you slowly came down. Even then, it was just a skirt. It was worth it.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll buy you a new skirt if I have to. Maybe some pretty lingerie as well”

His signature smirk returned as he whispered in your ear.

“But then again, I’d prefer you naked”

[tiazennie]

I love...

Genre: Fluff (VERY MUCH) Jeno X Reader Warnings: Some harsh language andd that's about itt (lemme know if there's moreee :DD) Background: Your boyfriend asks you for a list on things you love about him but you weren't very sure of that idea as you find it hard on expressing your feelings towards him. Although, he had other plans. heavily inspired by the song Chest Pain (I love) by Malcolm Todd, haha LMEW:P ·˚୨୧꒰∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱୨୧˚·

"Really? You can't name one thing you love about me?" Jeno exclaims as you chuckle in response. "Seriously, I love everything about you I just can't seem to narrow it down one by one!" You say before putting your phone down and facing him, lips slightly in a pout which makes you chuckle. You wait for his response but he was persistent on ignoring you. You sigh before talking, "Fine, I'll try to write it down for you. But don't be surprised I do bad." You huff out and you see Jeno's eyes light up and his lips forming into a smile as he tries to hide it which makes you laugh softly. "I won't I promise." He says before crossing his chest and raising his left hand, you chuckle at the sight before laying down comfortably. "Then, we better sleep, you wanna receive it tomorrow right?" His response was a slight nod with a big smile, making your heart quench at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend. You just can't seem to comprehend the fact that the guy you've been dreaming of since freshman year was beside you, sleeping. You pinch your self a few times thinking it was all just a dream, and you would wake up to your bed alone. But instead, you feel the pain of your fingers nipping your skin and Noah still on your bed sound asleep. "Maybe this isn't a dream after all." You whisper to yourself before facing him with a slight smile, knowing you'll see him again tomorrow with both of you having swollen eyes and puffy cheeks from your oh so good night sleep.

"Y/n, Y/n, c'mon now. Wake up!" You hear vaguely and you guessed it, it was your boyfriend Jeno. Desperate for your small little note. "Jeno, I swear to God if it's still 7 in the morning I am going to kill you--" "But it's 8 in the morning." He whines still shaking you from your sleep, you could tell he was doing this to annoy you, and boy was it working. "Fine! I'm up." He stands up before cheering and giving you kisses all over your face. You shoo his face away lightly before standing up and entering your bathroom, but he pulls you back to the bed with him. "What-- I thought you wanted to me to het ready--" "I change my mind, let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" You soften at his word before melting to his embrace. Giving you a sense of comfort and secureness to his touch, and you could feel your self getting lulled back to sleep. Maybe you could add this to the things you love about him. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fin

(HELLO EVERYONE OMG I MISSED THIS APP SM, LMEW my account got hacked a while ago so I needed to find a way to get it back ANDD also I got major writers block SO I HAD A LOT TO CATCH UP ON ESPECIALLY ON WRITTING HUHUUH,,,, anywayy I hope you loved this as much as I loved writing it haha.. LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO MUCHH, wish to not get writers block ever again cause IT IS HARD. Please stay hydrated luvs, and hopefully you get a good night/day><) -Ria-

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

I couldn't give two flying farts about Soldier Boy but your reply to that ask with the breeding kink? 🥵🫨😍

So here is my suuuper self-indulgent ask: what, in your opinion, is Sam's biggest kink(s)? The thing that drives him completely crazy? Could be younger Sam or older Sam (or both).

Kisses and thank you for your service! x

first of all. I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE!!!

"i couldn't give two flying farts" made me BARK like a goddamn seal.

i need to tell you right now. i have THOUGHTS. i've lost literal sleep spiralling over this very concept and i am thrilled—elated—to report that i believe our lord and saviour, sam winchester, absolutely, without question, has a buffet of kinks. so grab a snack, get cozy, maybe (definitely) hydrate a little, because i'm about to drop a full dissertation under the cut.

✨ younger sam (early seasons / stanford era / the “i’m a good boy but i also kind of want to ruin you” era) ✨

younger sam is... a problem. a menace. a walking, talking praise kink with floppy hair and puppy dog eyes who wants to be good so, so bad but is secretly desperate to wreck you. he’s all wide hands, shaky breathing, and the quiet, low whines he tries (and fails) to swallow down when you praise him. he wants to be gentle. he tries to be gentle. but the second you tell him he’s doing good? it’s over for you. and him. and the bedframe.

praise kink: this is canon. this is his religion. tell him he’s good and you will physically feel him get harder inside you.

oral fixation: he is obsessed with having his mouth on you. between your thighs, kissing up your spine, mouthing at your wrists—he wants to taste you everywhere.

desperation kink: the breathless, frantic way he grabs you like he might die if he doesn't get inside you immediately? yeah. that's not acting.

corruption kink (lite edition): if you’re shy or inexperienced? he’s obsessed with ruining you gently. calling you "sweetheart" or "pretty girl" while he makes you sob into his shoulder.

soft dom tendencies: he’s not fully confident yet, but when it sneaks out—when his hand tightens on your jaw or he says “keep your eyes on me”—it wrecks both of you.

possessiveness kink (hidden but dangerous): he’s so good at playing the polite, sweet, safe boy—but deep down? he’s lowkey deranged for you. seeing another guy look at you would make him snap in quiet, scary ways. "you're mine. you know that, right? no one else gets to see you like this." (growled against your throat while he's buried inside you)

hair pulling kink (getting pulled and pulling yours): we know sam’s hair is practically a character. you tug on it when you're kissing and he shudders. he pulls yours when he needs to anchor himself inside you. “hold still for me, baby. just like that, fuck—” (fist tangled in your hair, forehead pressed to yours)

slow burn / edging kink (accidental): younger sam tries to be so careful, so good at "making it last," but it gets messy fast. still, he’s fascinated by how much you squirm if he just won’t let you come right away. and it lights something dark in him.

and the thing about younger sam is that even though he's trying so hard to be good and sweet and careful with you, it’s so obvious he’s holding back something darker. something heavier. it’s in the way his hands shake when he grips your waist too tight. it’s in the way his voice drops when he gets too worked up.

and the second that boy grows up? the second he stops trying to pretend he’s not wired for obsession and control and desperate, all-consuming need?? it’s over for you. and him. and society at large.

✨ older sam (late seasons / “i have nothing left to lose except you, and i'll kill for you without blinking” era) ✨

older sam is... dangerous. soft in the places that matter, brutal everywhere else. he’s quieter now. more calculating. and when he wants something? when he wants you? he doesn’t ask. he takes.

control kink: you don't lift a finger unless he says so. he’s thought about everything already. he knows what you need better than you do. "hands above your head, sweetheart. there you go. let me take care of it."

size kink: sam winchester knows he’s a big boy. and he loves making you feel it. loves seeing you struggle a little. loves hearing you gasp when he stretches you open and just grins like the devil himself.

degradation kink (soft and firm): he can flip between praising you like you’re an angel and absolutely destroying you verbally in 0.5 seconds flat. "poor baby. can't even take a little cock without crying? thought you were my good girl."

ownership kink: if you think for one second you're walking outta there without a mark or his come leaking out of you, you're wrong. "gonna stay nice and full for me, aren't you, sweetheart? let everyone see who you belong to."

lowkey breeding kink: he doesn’t even say it half the time. he just fucks you so deep and so slow and so hard that your whole body knows it. but when he does say it? when he leans down and growls shit like "gonna keep you, baby. fill you up so good no one else’ll ever touch you again"? yeah. you ascend. straight into the void.

corruption kink (deeper, darker edition): younger sam wanted to corrupt you sweetly. older sam wants to ruin you. he loves the contrast. the way you look so soft, so sweet, and then sob his name with your face messy and your voice broken. it’s about ownership and power and control, but it’s also about trust. "no one’s ever gonna see you like this but me, baby. you’re mine. my pretty girl."

voyeurism kink (lowkey but lethal): YES. HE HAS THIS. it’s the control again, but subtler. sam loves watching you. watching you touch yourself just how he told you to (with permission). watching you squirm under his gaze when you're already wrecked but still trying to be good. watching your body give out because of him. it’s not just visual—it’s psychological dominance. it's: "don’t hide from me, sweetheart. want you to see what you look like when you fall apart for me."

exhibitionism kink (with a dangerous edge): this is where it gets even meaner. it’s not about public sex per se—it’s about the risk. he loves you getting embarrassed by the thought that someone might hear you. he’ll fuck you against a wall in a semi-public hallway in the bunker, hand over your mouth, whispering "shh, sweetheart. you don’t want dean to hear, do you?" while he keeps thrusting.

overstimulation kink (weaponised): bunker sam has no chill. you come once? cool. you come twice? cute. you come three, four, five times? perfect, he’s just getting started. he wants you mindless. crying. babbling his name. "come on, baby. one more. i know you got another one in you. be good f’me."

younger sam is accidental filth. he’s so desperate to be good, so determined to hold himself together, but the second you praise him or even look at him a little too sweetly? he’s fucking ruined. desperate, needy, a mess between your thighs. all floppy hair and trembling hands and whispered “please.”

older sam is intentional filth. controlled. calculating. slow and devastating. he doesn’t just want to make you come—he wants to own every single sound you make. wants to watch you fall apart because of him. wants to know that you trust him enough to let him absolutely destroy you and still crawl into his lap after, wrecked and smiling.

and the thing about sam winchester is that he’s not a boy anymore. he’s a man. an unapologetic, brutal, soft, possessive, hand-around-your-throat-but-kisses-your-forehead-after kind of man. the kind that makes you feel worshiped and ruined in the same breath. the kind you never recover from.

and honestly? thank god. am i right?

honourable mentions: @losers-clvb @xoswiftieprincess <3

[elvensorceress]

tease tidbit tuesday

little snippet from the omegaverse fic I'm working on for beloved @chismosoeddie 💕 who wanted Eddie trying to nest at his new house and not being able to 😭

It's set somewhere in the vague realm between Disconnected and Invisible. After Eddie moves to El Paso but before he has Chris back.

@tizniz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @sofa-king-lame @mangonadaeddie @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @sergeantchenford @xjeanmoreaux @beyourownanchor6 @chaosandwolves @livinginsunnyhell @sazanahashi @thelikesofus @rainbow-nerdss @youreavicioustrollop @saveahorserideaneddie @exhuastedpigeon @bekkachaos @damnikindaship @kejfeblintz @inell @fiona-fififi @queerprincesseddiediaz

Eddie lies down with a pounding headache and severe nausea. And does what he always does when he feels horrible. It’s the same thing he does when he feels happy, or lonely, or he just wants to talk. Or listen to someone else talk. When he needs to feel like home still exists in the world. 

Buck answers on the first ring and his face lights up Eddie’s phone screen in more ways than one. “Hey! Any luck yet? Any— Eddie, are you okay? You look—” 

From his place lying on his side in bed, Eddie says, “Like shit?”

“— not great,” Buck says instead. “You could never look like shit. You— you’re— I-I mean H-Hen and Chim. The first things they ever said about you were how beautiful you are. Like. Objectively, you— you’re really— I mean, holy shit. You could never look— It would never be bad is all I’m saying. That isn’t possible.” 

And Eddie has to smile. The churning in his stomach calms down a little. But he feels exhausted and achy. For no good reason. 

“But yeah. You don’t look great,” Buck frowns and looks like he sits down on one of the armchairs up in the firehouse loft. “Are you okay? Do you need— What do you need?”

Just Buck. Time with Buck. 

Actually, Eddie could really use some time with Chris away from his parents, but he needs this, too. It’s been over six weeks since Buck baked him cookies, hugged him, and Eddie drove away and left him in their home. 

Not their home. 

The home that isn’t Eddie’s anymore. 

“I probably caught something from someone I gave a ride to,” Eddie says. “That and I can’t sleep. Still too weird being here. I’m fine though.” 

“Did you eat something? Did you drink water? Are you staying properly hydrated out there without A/C and everything? When was the last time you ate or drank anything?”

Eddie smiles and it’s a little easier to breathe. His chest and stomach aren’t so tight or upset. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” 

Buck pouts. “I do worry. You— you’re so— you’re so far away. And I can’t just pop over and bring you soup or bread or cook for you or anything.” He doesn’t say the, I can’t take care of you and I hate it, but Eddie knows that’s what he means.

“I can cook and feed myself you know. I’m even pretty good at it now.” 

“Yeah, I know. I know, but. It’s not the same.”

He’s not wrong. It’s very different. Very wrong and empty being so apart like this. Buck’s protective alpha instinct is notoriously on overdrive. He wants to take care of everyone around them. He always volunteers for chores and errands and he loves cooking and making treats for people he cares about. Always has to be fixing something or making it easier for someone. Always tending to his family’s needs, taking care of them when they can’t or aren’t taking care of themselves. There were times Eddie didn’t even know he was starving until Buck put a plate of food in front of him. 

“I know,” Eddie says and can’t keep the shade of sorrow from his voice. He had to do this and he knows it’s the right thing to do. He needs his baby. Who is a teenager and not his baby anymore, but will still always be his baby. 

But not seeing Buck every day? Not being able to touch him or smell him or feel his presence? It’s the worst thing about all of this. Eddie misses everyone and he isn’t crazy about his new… career venture, but being without Buck is like missing organs. 

“I miss you, too,” Eddie tells him. Missing organs and limbs and life and warmth and fun and joy. That’s missing his best friend. The only partner he’s ever truly had. 

Not that Buck is his. Buck could never be his.

[heartmix]

Let's Go For A Ride - Mat Barzal

Pairing: Mathew Barzal x fem!reader *best friends in love*

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: sickness

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Christmas Lights

A/N: I wrote this in mind of the sickness fic I made last Christmas. Technically it's a part 2 but this can be read as a stand-alone.

Masterlist / Hockey Masterlist

As luck would have it, your little flu or stomach bug, whatever it was didn't go away in a week. Every year you'd get sick and normally it would only last for a week. Last year it was the week of Thanksgiving, the previous year it was a random week in October. This year it was getting a little too close to Christmas. Christmas was in 5 days and you were still stuck in bed, not leaving your apartment for almost two weeks. The only thing you were able to do was work and sleep. There was no fun in between. After the first 5 days, you needed to get back to work. No more binge-watching movies or picking up a new show to watch.

Mat came over a few times since the last visit at a distance. Every time it was with a bowl of soup from the Chinese restaurant. One time it was with a game-winning puck he scored against the Panthers. With these visits he could tell you were down, and not just because of your body trying to fight off the illness. He knew being unable to go outside or see a game was torture. He knew that the lack of Christmas activities like playing in the snow or skating in Central Park was killing you. Christmas, even if it wasn't your favorite holiday, was magical.

"Knock knock. I come with a surprise." Mat's voice boomed through the living room where coffee mugs and tissues filled the coffee table. Very unsanitary and unattractive but in the state you were in that was the least of your worries. 

"More soup? Please tell me you got an order of moon pie. Mrs. Chen makes them fresh for you." Your voice was painful to hear. The amount of coughing mixed with the lack of hydration your throat craved didn't help your case. 

"Well, I didn't go to Mrs. Chen's. I was hoping we could on the way back." It was only then you looked over to see him with nothing in his hands, just his car keys. He didn't even take off his coat which was confusing. 

"What are you talking about?"

"Grab your coat and a beanie, an extra mask if you want."

"I feel like shit. I'm not going out walking in freezing snow." The face you had plastered couldn't even begin to describe how dumb you thought Mat was for suggesting that you would go out in the cold while sick. 

"Who said anything about walking." His famous smirk made its way onto his face which was never a good sign.

"I get tired just making me a can of soup. I don't think I can walk downstairs Barzy."

"I'll carry you." 

"No you w-MATHEW!" Before you could even get out a protest, Mathew scooped you off the couch shifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist and your arms went around his neck. 

"Hush hush. I'll sanitize." He calmed your worries handing you your phone while grabbing your coat and beanie before heading out the door.

The walk and elevator ride wasn't long before you reached his car. After placing you in the passenger seat and making sure your coat and beanie were on comfortably he ran over to the driver's side with the biggest smile on his face. How could you be mad at him for dragging you out while being sick? 

The driver was filled with comfortable silence while the radio played some Christmas songs. Mat every so often glanced over to see you staring out the window with a smile on your lips. The snow and lights covering the city were a sight to see. This was when New York was at its most beautiful. 

As Mat led you out of the city, away from the skyscrapers and bustling atmosphere you couldn't help but look at him in confusion. There was not a single place that came to mind. The farther you got from the city the closer you were to nature. The only place that could make your sickness worse. 

"I hope you're not luring me to the woods. I'm more concerned about my cold getting worse than you murdering me." You joked making him laugh.

"I'm not luring you to the woods to kill. It's just something I wanted to show."

It was only then it clicked that Mat had driven you to the suburbs. Also known as all the rich people going all out on decoration for Christmas. Again, the same blissed-out smile made its way onto your face. The fact that Mat was bringing you to see all the colorful lights swelled your heart. 

"You brought me to see the Christmas lights." Turning to him with the biggest smile he's seen on you in weeks. That sight alone made this all worth it, at this point, he didn't care if he got sick. He'd be sick forever just to see that smile on your face. 

"I knew you were missing the Christmas feeling, movies can only do so much." he wrote it off as nothing too big, but secretly he's been planning for it this whole week, he just wanted you to feel a bit better before he took you.

Seeing the first house Mat slowed down the car. The first house was filled multi colored lights and a fake Santa and reindeers on the roof glowing in the darkness of the night. Next to it was a house with all-white lights with a few snowmen decorating the front lawn. Many houses on the street continued like that with the addition of elves and other Christmas characters. One house went full Grinch themed as another was decorated like the Charlie Brown Christmas movie. 

As the last few houses came into view you couldn't help but reach out to grab Mat's hand and squeeze it, "Thank you for this. I didn't know how much I needed it till now." 

"I did. Maybe all you needed was a bit of joy to help get over your cold." 

[bots-and-cons]

Omg your requests are open yeeeey(sorry, I really like your writing)

So, I read your rules again and I would like to ask for a "continuation" of a headcanon, where the reader would have stars in place of pupils that change color according to your feelings (something like Oshi no ko)

Since you only accept writing for two characters at a time, i have selected four characters for you to choose from. (I will be happy with any choice you make)

Ratchet/Optimus/Megatron/Bulkhead

Feel free to ignore this request if you don't have any ideas or don't want to write. Drink water and sleep well 💜

A/N: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to hear you like my writing. Remember to stay hydrated too and sleep well :D Here's the other post with the same theme

~Optimus Prime~

Optimus is not the best at reading expressions on cybertronians, much less humans

So the fact that he can tell a lot about how you're feeling by the color of your eyes is a major advantage

He is very observant at least in some ways, so he does learn what your eye colors mean, and he does it in record time

The more "negative" the emotion, the darker your eyes get

If you're really angry or grieving or super scared, your eyes go a really dark shade of blue or even black

Optimus notices even the slightest changes in your eye color, and if your eyes get even a shade too dark, he always asks what's on your mind

He does love seeing how your eyes get really bright when you see him after a long time, because it's an easy sign for you being happy to see him

He doesn't test how the whole thing works, he just figures it out as he goes along

Optimus also thinks your eyes are beautiful, even if a bit peculiar

~Ratchet~

Your eyes are an anomaly for sure, and he's of course worried that it might affect your health

Your eyes just work a bit differently, but they're healthy

Ratchet thinks the whole color indicator thing is pretty convenient, but he doesn't use those words when saying it to you, because it might sound a bit clinical

And he doesn't want you to think he's just looking at them as a medical thing

He does think your eyes are very pretty, but the color thing is very odd in his opinion

Ratchet is much better at reading expressions than say Optimus, but he does still think the fact that your eyes react so easily to your emotions is very handy

Of course he can't tell the specific emotion without talking to you, but it gives him some idea of what you're feeling

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello! I am back again. I got a operator/slenderman plushy from Marble Hornets! The one that glows in the dark. It got me thinking, how would some of the creeps (slendy himself too) would react to seeing reader with a plush of them? More like a comfort thing that they bring around and such.

Here’s some boba and drinks drop off too, stay hydrated! ☕️🍵🥤🥛🧃🧋🚰

-🪱 anon

Summary: Marble Hornets reactions to seeing reader with a plushie of them

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/n: omg ty i love drinks my poor little mini fridge is overflowing with tea and soda! Also, happy 15th anniversary to Marble Hornets!!

Credits: Masky/Tim- Marble Hornets, Hoodie/Brian- Marble Hornets, Slenderman- Creepypasta, Divider- bunnysrph, lavendergalactic, Pictures- Pinterest

Masky

When he sees you with a plush of him, his first thought is "Where did you get that???"

Then he remembers the large amount of people who know how to sew plushies in the manor

And the fact that he's kind of popular in the underworld

He's still never seen a plushie of him before, and the fact that you went out of your way to get one makes him giggle

He calls it his "mini me"

He loves seeing you walk around with it, he thinks its so cute

Every now and then, he'll just take it and look at it

For example, let's say you're sitting on a couch

He'll find you and come lay on your lap, asking if he can see his "mini me"

When you give it to him, he'll just look at the details, seeing what they got wrong and what they got right

And when you ask if he likes it, he will grunt and go "yeah, 's cute"

Sometimes he finds it annoying though

Not super annoying just a little bit

Like when you're going to sleep together, he will hop into bed with you, only to see you already cuddling with the plushie

He will sigh and gently take it from you, place it somewhere behind him on the bed, and promptly cuddle up to you

"you're being so stubborn. The real thing's right here, y'know" he grumbles with a kiss to your ear

Hoodie

He thinks it's super cute!

Immediately he makes the correlation between the plush and Coraline

He'll cheekily ask if this is your way of spying on him

The first time he sees it, he holds it up in front of him like that one scene in "The Lion King"

He gives a big grin at it, so big you can see his gums sticking out

I think he likes it more than you do

He treats it like it's your shared child lol

Whenever you kiss, he will cover the plush's eyes

Whenever you go to bed, he will prop the plush up in between the two of you on a pillow and gently cover it with a blanket

You just giggle at his antics

Another thing you like to do- just to tease him a bit- is kiss the plush on its forehead, cheeks, etc around him

He will see it and raise a brow, as if to ask "What are you doing?"

And then you will lean over and kiss him in the same places

God forbid something ever happens with you two, because then your child will be in a split house hold

Because Brian will not just abandon his child like that

His child that you bought

Bought for yourself

It's his kid too guys

Slenderman

He doesn't really care about it

When you first show him, he simply goes "Oh, what a strange little creature"

When you tell him it's supposed to be him he tilts his head and asks to see it

He holds it like a baby and pokes its face before going "Ah, I see"

He hands it back and goes about his day

Every now and then you try to use it to get something out of him

"Love, I was thinking we could go out tonight?" You ask him as you approach his desk

He doesn't even turn his face in your direction, only continues writing as he says "I'm sorry dearest, I have too much work tonight"

You pout and clutch the plush in your hands "You always have work." You grumble "I bet plush Slendy doesn't have work" You say, looking at the toy in your arms

He still doesn't react so you amp up your antics a little " Would you like to go out tonight?" you ask the toy

In your best British accent and the deepest voice you can muster, you speak for the doll "Oh yes, darling. That would be wonderful, because I just love you soooo much"

He scoffs "You're being ridiculous"

You simply turn on your heel so you aren't facing him anymore "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me and my man going out"

He lets out a dry chuckle and a sigh before finally giving in "Let me lock up the house, then"

[tan1shere]

all im thinking about being sick with madison as your girlfriend and her taking so so much care like i just know shes a caring person when you’re sick!! so maybe something like that and like her singing you to sleep to soothe the headache🥲 i need her to take care of me so bad im gonna cry

(this is a request i just never know how to word them lols)

Flowers

Madison Beer x female reader !

A/n: this has been in my drafts for a bit but I do hope you enjoy ! - sorry if it's short !

Warnings: none just fluff !

Tags: @eilishslut @jadasmp4

Masterlist

Everything was cold, but it shouldn't of been you were under the blankets. You tossed for a little bit to try and warm up but it wasn't working. Your girlfriend, Madison. Turns over to look at you. "Morning babe." You let out a breath, causing her brows to furrow. "Baby?" You then turn to face her. "Are you cold?" You then ask. Her head shakes. "It's quite warm actually." Her eyes scan your face. Then her eyes widen. "You're sweating!?" Her hand makes contact with your forehead.

"You're burning up- I think you're coming down with something." You groan, feeling absolutely dreadful. Your body soon starts to ache. "I think you're right-" You stuff yourself further under the blankets. "Oh baby, let me get you something love." She says instantly getting up. "Nooo, come back." She was already out the door, still hearing your plea. "I won't be long!" She sprints down the stairs, heading into the laundry to grab a dry cloth, wetting it with some cold water. She comes back upstairs about to put it on your forehead. "That's so cold." You gasp.

Moving it slightly. "But your body temperature isn't bub." She makes more effort in helping, moving the sheets away from your body. You groan lightly at the cool air. "Let me go get you some water, you need to stsy hydrated." You just nod, letting her go off and do such things. It was so lovely that she wanted to do everything she can to help. Especially without knowing if it's a simple cold, flu, a bug. Maybe you had eaten something you shouldn't? You couldn't even explain what was going on, you hardly go around others, staying at home most of the time.

Maybe Madison brought home something while she was out? But that wasn't really possible unless she was sick first, but she wasn't. She soon comes back with a fresh cloth and some water. Ice, cold. By that time you actually started to feel the heat. Affecting you more so now. She places it over your forehead and you sigh contently. "Feeling that heat?" You nod. "I'm so sorry love, I hate the fact you're going through this." You give her a smile. "It's ok, not much we can do." She then smiles. "Oh but there's soooo much I can do for you!"

Your eyes turn truly loving, thankful to have someone like her. "You feeling hungry angel?" You think for a moment. Suddenly craving something random. "Oou you know that Cafe down the road, could I have one of their sandwiches." Her face lights up with joy. "Yes ofcourse!" She says, grabbing her keys. "Thanks baby." She goes closer to you about to kiss you but you pull back. "Oh please I'm sleeping with you I'm getting sick anyway. A kiss wont matter." You laugh slightly, she was right. So you lean forward and kiss her.

Little later, or maybe half an hour you grow a bit worried. The Cafe wasn't too far from the house, but just as you're thinking this. You hear the front door open. Relieved she's ok. You hear her feet sprint up the stairs. "Ohhh babyyy." She comes in with a brown bag in one hand and flowers in the other. "I come bearing surprises." You smile wide. "Mads." You sit up, moving the cloth to the night stand. "Here, have a smell. I'll go get a vase." She heads back down to do so. Leaving you with them and the food. You were so incredibly lucky.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

science experiment is my new favorite, dear lord it’s incredible

"We might have a problem, Alfie," Dick sing-songed as he leaned against the wall where Alfred was making sure the outdoor shenanigans that were serving as "training" today didn't get out of hand.

The butler glanced up to where Jason kept watching you, almost hovering near you. But trying to make it look like he wasn't. "So far as I'm concerned, it looks like the opposite of a problem."

"Maybe," Dick mused.

"How much did he see? Last night, I mean?"

"The aftermath," Dick sighed. "Mud, blood, tears, and snot."

"Oh dear," he tutted. "Master Bruce told me that he found Jason tending to the wounds on her hands and feet this morning. And that he seemed... almost like his old self."

Dick nodded to where you'd made your way over to Cass, the newest addition and offered to be on her "team". Cass wasn't a big talker- she could hardly speak at all- but. Thanks to your empathic quirk, neither of you really needed to talk to team up. And it hadn't taken Cass long to figure that out. OR to figure out that you were physically not very durable. Still. The smiles and the fist bump said it all. "Do we have extra hydration packs on hand?" he asked.

"Always," Alfred said. Reasonably, no one expected you to participate. And no one pulled punches when you did. But- watching you laugh with the other girls when Dick jogged over to even it up properly... well. Maybe, you could get a couple nights of decent sleep.

Bruce strode out onto the lawn and dropped into a chair with a grunt. "How's it going?" he asked.

"Swimmingly," Alfred said, pouring cold drinks and making sure that yours had the specific blend of things that had been prescribed to you in your bottle. "Miss Y/N and Miss Cassandra have been working out some things they can utilize in the field and the others have been enjoying creating chaos to facilitate that."

"Hn."

"And Jason has been hovering like a mother hen," Alfred chuckled.

"So much for not having a crush," Bruce hummed. "How is Y/N holding up?"

"Tiring out, I think. But they've been doing what they can to keep her from having to over-exert herself- after all. It's not like we need to know what the upper limits are."

"Fair-" But before he can finish asking for specifics, you waver on your feet halfway through a strategy you'd been working out with Cass. But before you crumple, Jason is right behind you. Picking you up against his chest.

His face burning as he murmured something against your flustered protests. You radiated flustered embarrassment. And he deposited you in a chair carefully. "It probably would have worked," he muttered, "Dick and Steph talk too much."

You nod and accept the proffered water bottle awkwardly and take a drink, "Thanks."

"What were you trying to do?" Bruce asked? He hadn't SEEN Cass, but that didn't mean anything.

"Lead her into the best position for a sneak attack using my location with emotional resonance... since I can make the people feel things we were playing hot and cold. So I was picking up on where she was and kinda leading her to where she needed to be as we were wandering around."

"Hn." Bruce nodded. Considering that. He'd THOUGHT about using that as a strategy before. You did possess the ability to hone in on people you knew well-

"You okay?" Jason asked, breaking into his thoughts.

"Fine," you murmur, rolling your water bottle between your hands and looking down. Taking a few deep breaths to shove all your emotions back under control as the others lope back up from the grass for drinks and snacks. Cass sat on the arm of your chair and thudded her head gently on your shoulder. Smiling a little when you lean your head on hers.

Bruce watches the little exchange with bemusement and nods to himself. It made sense. Cass had few words and you could make yourself understood without it. But0 he did wonder, as he watched Jason watch it all happen, how he felt about it.

[glowettee]

✧ base secrets - the glass skin foundation routine ✧ (douyin-makeup series)

hey loves, mindy here from glowettee! i'm starting my douyin makeup journey and i'm literally so excited to spill all the tea about achieving the dreamyyyy glass skin base that douyin beauty girlies are known for ✨

first things first, skincare is everything. prep your face with a hydrating toner, followed by the tiniest drop of hyaluronic serum. pat don't rub - we're being super gentle with our skin today! then go in with a moisturizer that's lightweight but still gives that dewy glow.

here's the game-changing secret: mix a pearl-sized amount of liquid highlighter with your sunscreen. this creates this ethereal glow that looks so natural and dreamy. apply this all over and let it sink in for a few minutes.

for foundation, we're going super light. take your favorite lightweight foundation (bb creams work amazing too!) and mix it with a tiny drop of face oil. apply it in thin layers using a damp beauty sponge, focusing on the center of your face first. the key is building up slowly - we want our skin to look like skin, just prettier!

concealer is our bestie for spot-concealing only. use a tiny brush and dot it just where needed. for under eyes, apply in a triangle shape but blend super well - we don't want that heavy instagram concealer look.

finish with the lightest dusting of translucent powder just in the t-zone. the rest of your face should stay dewy and fresh! if you need more glow (and who doesn't?), take a dewy setting spray and press it into your skin with your palms.

the douyin base is really just about looking like you drink 8 glasses of water daily and get amazing sleep. it's giving "i woke up like this but better" energy ✨

stay tuned for part 2 where i'll dive into dreamy douyin eye makeup!

xoxo, mindy 🌸

[pride-knightess]

hi! i've got a question from a buff queen in training.

do you have any tips for managing soreness? before hrt i was almost never sore by the second day, but now that im on hrt i feel like my recovery time is outrageous. im often still a bit sore even on the fourth day, it obviously makes it hard to keep up the pace i want.

anyways i know everyone is different but was just wondering if you had experienced this and had any tips, thanks! <3

Ahh, you are haunted by the specter of DOMS (Delayed-onset Muscle Soreness)

HRT is a fuck. I used to be a skinny, scrawny little thing, but when I started HRT and felt myself getting weaker I thought "Fuck that," and now I'm somehow more muscular on Estrogen than I ever was with T inside me.

Healing times come down to a lot of factors like age, hormone profile, diet, etc.

First of all, absolutely make sure you're getting enough protein before and after a workout. Your body heals using protein, so not having enough can make everything take longer. I recommend a protein shake if you're a vegetarian, or chicken breast if you're not.

You also need to make sure your metabolic rate isn't fucked, so fibre is good for that too - this is where our beloved friends vegetables, fruits, and whole grains come into play. If our body is working faster, so is our capacity to heal.

Make sure you're hydrated as all fuck. Water is your bestest friend. Water is all of our bestest friends.

Sleep is super important too, that's where most of the recovering happens. If you're not sleeping properly, you aren't healing properly.

Alcohol and tobacco are rubbish pissbaby chemicals that will try to hold your power back - do not listen to their siren songs.

Now, as for hormones: I self-med with injectables I make myself, which means that sometimes I have a stupid crazy high amount of E in me. Every so often I treat myself to a bit of half-strength T gel (also home made by myself) between the legs for sexual function, energy, and muscle building. This is entirely optional, and to be honest I don't even know if it actually does much to help? I got buff before I added T, but it surely isn't hurting.

Remember to chase up your workout with another one right as the ache is about to dissipate - I forget what the effect is called but if you (GENTLY!) work an area already affected by DOMS you will actually see awesome improvements in strength and mass and tone.

Good luck, warrior!

Become mightier than ever day by day! 💪💪💪💪💪

[grandlinedreams]

hii i saw your requests are still open, may i request reader cuddling with zoro?

i hope you’re having a great day!! also don’t forget to stay hydrated!! love your work 💗💗💗

Hiya papaya!! And I am, no worries hehe ㅡ i hope you're having a great day and staying hydrated as well!! But this is so cute, I hope I can do it justice!!

[Heads up: established relationship, fluff]

It's cold.

There's a sharp contrast to the warm weather of a few days ago, a sharp chill that has you wondering if you should invest in winter clothes at the next stop.

As it is now, you should retreat below deck, tuck yourself as tight as you can into your blanket and try to conserve body heat. But when you glance up at the crow's nest and see Zoro silhouetted against one of the windows, you tuck your blanket around you tighter and head in his direction.

Zoro turns towards you when you poke your head in, brow knitting. "Something wrong?"

"No," you answer, "just figured you could use the company." When his eye narrows, you sigh and add, "I'm cold, too."

"It's warmer below deck," he tells you as you approach, "just go back down and go to bed."

"Don't want to," you counter, pouting as you swing a leg over his, settling onto him with your blanket draped like a cape.

"Oi," Zoro protests, "I'm supposed to be keeping watch."

"And you can, I won't bother you." You tuck your face against his neck and feel him jolt at the contrast between the warmth of his skin and yours. "See? Cold."

"I'll throw you off me," Zoro warns, but it's made even more halfhearted for the arm he locks around your back, letting you press closer. "How am I supposed to train now?"

"You said you were supposed to keep watch," you counter drowsily. "You didn't say training."

"Same thing." Zoro feels you relax against him, and he prods your side. "If you're gonna sleep, go do it properly below deck."

"Not sleeping," comes your clearly sleepy reply. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm wide awake."

You're asleep within five minutes, breathing soft and even. Zoro knows he should wake you, push you to go to bed properly ㅡ but all he does his adjust enough to make sure your neck isn't bent at an awkward angle and keep his grip around you firm so you won't fall.

Zoro continues his quiet watch, and he lets you sleep.

[suugarbabe]

headcanons for preferably Enzo Theo and Matty, but you can do whoever you want, about comforting reader after she went through a panic attack because of X situation, and she is still pretty shaken/kind of out of it? you know that moment you just want to bundle up and cry? yeah that, could really use some comfort🥹 tysm in advance🫶🏻

So i'm only gonna do the three that you asked for, if anyone wants to know my opinions on the other two just let me know.

Enzo:

Enzo is the doter, like, he gets you anything and everything he things you may need

you don't feel like eating? doesn't matter, Enzo has all your favorites lined up for when you're finally hungry

you haven't left your dorm? that's okay, you don't need to. Enzo's brought all your work from each class and already has copies of notes for you to look over when you're ready

haven't drank anything all day? not a problem, Enzo has water, your favorite drink and a hydration potion (that he definitely convinces you to take sooner rather than later)

you just want to lay there and do nothing? easy peasy, once Enzo has all your essentials ready for you, he's right next to you in bed

and Enzo is so tall and broad and lanky that he basically envelopes you like a weighted blanket

heat coming off his body as soon as you're wrapped around him and you can't help but drift off to sleep as soon as you're wrapped up in him

and once you wake up Enzo's giving kisses all over your face, telling you how proud he is that you got through it and encouraging you to eat and drink something (and you finally do) and he stays with you all night until you're ready to face the world again

Mattheo:

Mattheo makes it his soul mission to make sure that he's always there for you whenever you have a panic attack and everything that happens after

whether that's because he grew up with neither of his parents really comforting him and he doesn't want you to ever feel the way he did

or that he just loves you so much that he never wants you to go through something so rough and emotionally breaking alone (probably both)

but he's with you throughout the entire night/day/hours that you're going through it

he always starts with the same thing, grabbing hold of your face and giving you a long breath taking kiss

he does this because he read a muggle book that stated holding your breath was a way to reset your nervous system (or something like that) and he figured the best way for you to do that was to have your lips on his

then after he makes sure you drink a cold glass of water because (he also read) that panic attacks make someone feel really hot and sweaty so he figured cold water was a good distraction because of the change in temperature

afterwards he lets you cling to him like a koala, just wrapped around him and he holds you close to him so you can hear his heart beat, hear it slow and steady and comforting so that yours will soon take on the same rhythym

Theo:

growing up with his father Theo is no stranger to panic attacks

he's developed his own methods on how to maintain himself during and after one and does his best to share this knowledge with you

one of the things he does with you is holding your face while he repeats the mantra that always helps him stay grounded and calm

Respiri calmi

He makes you take a long slow breath in between each time saying it *deep breath in* *exhale out while saying the mantra*

When you're breathing has steadied enough he makes you eat a small snack

which is often just your favorite candy and a glass of water

then he leads you to your bed (or his whichever room you're in) and insists on laying in the same position each time

you on your back, comfortably on the pillow while he lays on top of you, head resting on your chest and his body weight on your torso

he makes you lay this way for two reasons

one: he is insistent that his weight on top of you will help ground you and calm you down

two: he likes to listen to your heart beat and makes sure it returns to a steady pace before allowing either of you to drift off to sleep