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southlandvamp · 21 days ago

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Good Enough to Eat (Remmick x F!Reader)

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI (you will be blocked), oral (f!receiving), period sex, teasing, humping, fingering, implied endometriosis (I'm projecting), fanon Remmick.

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“Please, don’t make me beg.”

“Sounds like you already are, sweet thing.”

Remmick hadn’t fed in days. She knew what she was doing to him, refusing his touches, swatting away his hands, keeping him at arm's length; and the sickest part? He loved it. Loved it when she bossed him around, made him desperate for just the smallest instance of relief.

“One more day, Remmick. If you can’t last until tomorrow evening, help yourself to a chicken.”

He groaned, grasping onto her hand and placing a kiss on her palm. “You’re torturin’ me, sweetheart. Like asking a man dying of thirst to drink turpentine when a clean fountain is right there.”

“If you want it bad enough, then you’ll just have to wait.”

He could’ve cried, but he was far too proud to. Or, better described, wasn’t hungry enough to yet.

He finally realized what she was up to the next afternoon. He’d stayed cooped in the house during daylight hours, like always, and she only graced him with her presence when she needed some water or a quick bite to eat.

He could smell her as soon as she walked in the door. Dirt stained her hands and knees and the flyaway hairs stuck to the sweat on her forehead. There was another scent added to the mix, though; a metallic twang that only he could smell. That wicked little woman had waited until she was on the rag to let him feed.

She saw his eyes light up before she scoffed. “Don’t get excited just yet. Those weeds ain’t gonna pull themselves. You’ve still got three hours til sundown.”

“Sweetheart, please,” he followed her into the kitchen, licking his lips as she poured herself a glass of tea. “I’ll make you feel real good. Bet you’re hurting awfully bad, especially working so hard in this heat. Let me help you out.”

“You sound desperate, Remmick. Sure you don’t want me to bring that mean ol’ rooster in for you to snack on?”

"I want you, darlin', now, not later." he whined, approaching her and trying to kiss at her neck. She allowed him to, for a moment, until she felt his fangs scratching against her skin.

"Oh, you poor thing." She gave him a teasing pout, threading her fingers through his hair before pulling him away harshly. "As much as I'd love to stay in the house and love up on you, I've got to get back to my chores."

He paced the house for the next few hours, sometimes even daring to peek out the windows into the daylight for a split second before his skin began to burn. She kept her word, though, and as soon as the sun began to set, she came inside.

Just as he was about to pounce, she held up a hand, stopping him. "I think I need a quick wash before bed. Be waiting for me when I'm through, ok?"

He wanted to cry, and he was hungry enough to let himself go completely. Even she couldn't deny how pathetic he looked. His eyes glowed fiery orange in the dim lighting of the house and he was actually drooling for her. Still, he did as told and waited on the bed, hands shaking as he slowly undressed himself for her.

She didn't take too long washing up. She decided on what her mama used to call a whore bath, where she just scrubbed herself down with a wet rag instead of submerging herself completely in the tub.

She walked into the bedroom, naked as a jaybird with blood dripping down her legs and a towel draped over her arm. Remmick was on his feet as soon as she entered, snatching the towel and hastily laying it out on the bed. He was drooling even more now, fangs visible as he spoke while tugging her towards the bed. "Come on, sweetie. Let me take care of you, make you feel good."

She sat atop the towel, legs dangling over the side of the bed as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He rested his head against her knee, following the trail of blood up her legs with his fingertips. She relaxed at his touch. As much as she had put on a domineering facade these past few days, she was sore and hurting. Her monthlies had always been more painful and heavy than what most women experienced, and she was glad to finally be able to relax.

Remmick watched her wince as a cramp hit her. His hands were at her thighs now and the scent of her blood nearly drove him feral. He planted a kiss against her thigh, blood smearing his lips as he spoke. "Jus' lay back and relax. I got ya now."

He drove his face forward, licking a fat stripe up her cunt and collecting as much on his tongue as possible. She let out a shuddering sigh and slumped back on the bed, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of his mouth on her.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was worth the wait. The mix of her blood and slick satiated his hunger, both literally and sexually. He licked up her cunt again and again, groaning at the taste. He was stiff as a board now, cock straining against the fabric of his boxers as he pressed himself against her leg.

Her head swam as he brought his hand up, tentatively rubbing her clit in slow circles as he tongued her opening. He pulled away briefly, causing her to sit up and look down at him. His face was coated in her blood and wetness, chest rising and falling in heavy pants as he grinded himself against her. He caught her staring and flashed a toothy grin. "See what starving a man does to him?"

"I do," she giggled, causing more blood to spill. "I think I ought to do it more often."

He dove back in, this time focusing his tongue on her clit with rapid, featherlight kitten-licks. Her hips rose, begging wordlessly for more. He took the unspoken request seriously and moved his hand once more, fingers teasing at the opening of her cunt. He gathered the blood on his fingers and made sure that she watched as he licked them clean. Once he had, he slowly pushed them inside of her and curled upwards.

"Remmick, please..." Her voice came out in a high-pitched moan. "I need more, give me more."

"Look who's the desperate one now." He teased before going down on her again, fingers moving inside of her and playing her like an instrument. She was the one panting now; a thin sheen of sweat covered her skin as she hiccupped out moans and babbling praises.

"Jus' like that, don't stop. Please, don't stop."

"I ain't, baby, don't worry." His words sent vibrations against her skin and she squeezed even tighter around his fingers. Her release was near, he could feel it. His own hips stuttered at the thought of her cumming just from his tongue and fingers. He hissed, quickening the pace at which he humped her, like a damn dog.

Her moans grew in pitch and her hands flew down to grip onto the locks of his dark hair. He groaned, sucking at her clit as his tongue circled around it. Finally, he felt her spasm around his fingers as the warm liquid covered his hand and began to drip down his arm. She repeated his name like a prayer and didn't stop until he went over the edge, spilling out into his boxers and leaking through the fabric, onto her leg.

He kept going until she started pushing him away with shaky hands. "Hol-Hold on, gimme a minute."

He removed his hands and gave one last lick before pulling away completely. He was covered in blood now, all on his face, throat, chest, hands, and even his forearm. He watched her and waited for her to speak up, sucking the liquid gold from his digits. She looked down at him again and let out a tired laugh.

"I think we both need to wash up now."

"Lead the way, darlin'." He grinned. "Just gonna get messy again anyways."

#remmick #remmick x reader #remmick smut #remmick imagine #sinners #sinners 2025

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5-htagonist · 5 months ago

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ADHD TIPS: FOR THE NONMEDICATED AND THE MEDICATED

obviously, ADHD is not the same for everyone who has it. if you dont have ADHD, or aren't sure, but experience issues with executive function, memory, impulsivity, and emotional regulation, these tips can still be helpful!!!

practice radical self forgiveness

keep a notebook/journal

give your items a home

keep baskets, boxes, and bins, especially clear/mesh or anything that lets you see whats in it.

buy fruits/veggies/anything that spoils super quick the day youre going to use it

keep a list of easy meals

keep a trash receptacle in Every room

when you notice something dirty piling up, clean for just 5 minutes

do NOT worry about completing necessary chores. just do a little

if you need it frequently, keep it in sight, but off the floor if you can.

check under your bed, couch, or other corners where stuff can pile up when you get that random energy spike.

take a multivitamin, and cut down on soda (or other highly sugary food/beverages) if youre able. seriously!

specifically for the medicated!

take your meds, go to bed, and wake up at around the same time every day.

being vitamin deficient can make your medicine less effective. magnesium, B vitamins, omega 3s, and vitamin D might help. if you dont eat a lot of fruits, veggies, and fish, you are likely deficient in these at least.

stay. hydrated. For the love of god

try things you had trouble doing before medication

dont expect medicine to fix you

dont blame medicine for all of your improvement

no 2 people are the same, and what works for me might not work for you. i am likely on the spectrum, and i wasnt medicated at all for my ADHD until i was 17, and i wasnt on the right medicine until i was 21. i would recommend keeping that in mind while considering my tips!!

i will elaborate on these tips under the cut!

practice radical self forgiveness

i think this is the most important of all of these tips, which is why i put it first. i know its easy to look down on ourselves for our disability. but you must acknowledge this: you are disabled. you have a disability. you cannot hold yourself to the "normal" standard. more than likely, you grew up in an environment that didnt teach you how to navigate the world as you are, either. thats okay! we must teach ourselves.

try to view yourself as both the teacher/parent, and the child. when you forget something important, or make a careless mistake, or give into impulses, or say youll do it later and dont, or go too long without a bath, or let the trash pile up, you have to be kind to yourself. the child within you needs it. these things simply dont come naturally to us.

you must apologize to yourself as the child: im sorry i didnt pick up the trash. i know it makes the place dirty, and overwhelming. i will do my best to improve. i love you. you must forgive yourself as the parent: its okay, pumpkin. i forgive you. i know you didnt mean to make me overwhelmed, or to invite dirt into the home. i will help you improve. i love you. you also must do the reverse, apologize as the parent: im sorry, child. i did not teach you how to know you should pick up the trash. i did not teach you to recognize dirt. i will do better, and i will help you as best i can. i love you. forgive as the child: i forgive you. i know you are doing your best to lead me, and teach me what you know. you werent taught to pick up and see dirt either, were you? as long as you support and love me, we can figure it out together. i love you.

i know, to think this way can feel infantilizing sometimes. and its much harder to teach ourselves these habits. if its available, its okay to ask for help. just dont be too hard on yourself when your disability impairs your ability to be "normal." our habits die harder than most. even if you forget to maintain a habit, just do it when you remember.

2. keep a notebook/journal

i know, i know... every ADHDer HATES this tip. but it seriously works. dont hold yourself to a rigid standard when using it. i prefer dot grid journals, so i can write notes, or sketch, or make lists, or otherwise neatly divide pages how i wish, rather than it being blank/horizontally lined.

i dont keep a to do list all the time, i dont journal every day, i dont even look at the thing every day. there is no right way to use your journal. i use mine for many things at once: if i forget a notebook for class, or my laptop dies, i put my class notes in there. i put random doodles, layouts, oc pages, Big Feelings, and weekly/daily plans/to do lists. i dont obsessively keep up with it, or update it every day.

i DO use it when i feel overwhelmed. if i feel like 50 different things need to be done in 3 different domains and i dont know where to start, i write them down as i think of them. here is my typical order of operations (it took me a while to figure this out. i struggle deeply with prioritization.)

first, i write everything down i can think of that that moment. second, i label them necessary, important, and least important. third, i label how long they take (most time, some time, least time) finally, i start with the most important one that is the least overwhelming

now, i dont have an easy time labeling importance and time taken, of course. that can be the hardest part. but i dont worry so much about accuracy of my labels. i havent got it all down because i will almost always prioritize schoolwork over housework and hygiene, but we cant be perfect. the MOST important thing is always your health and safety.

dont worry about finishing a todo list, either. the most important thing is getting stuff you can forget on paper where you can look back at it when youre overwhelmed. you should keep your journal somewhere you access frequently or can see it.

also, the journal helps with big feelings. if youre feeling that white hot anger, the itching impulsivity, or rejection sensitivity, or anything that makes you think "i cant do this," start jotting words or pictures down. it can be anything. this will help when you feel that feeling the next time. we often get stuck in loops because we dont remember what caused a feeling or conflict, so we make the same mistakes. when you write it down, you can take your own word for it when you make a mistake. this makes it easier to recognize when youre falling into a pattern, and makes it easier to change your response.

3. give your items a home

if you arent constantly using something, or go more than a day without using it, send it home. an objects home is just somewhere it comes back to when its not needed, so that it isnt taking up space where it isnt needed. things like snacks, laundry (clean and dirty), art/craft/hobby materials, coats, electronics, plushies, anything. personify your stuff just a little bit- if you cant use it anymore, it cant find a home with you-- you have to send it on trash vacation. your coat wants to go home! pick it up and take it there when you can. its okay if that home isnt permanent, or if you lack materials/money to create a proper home. our coatrack is a chair right now, which is a much comfier home than the floor.

4. keep baskets, boxes, and bins, especially ones that are see through/visible

this helps you give your items a home. if you buy storage, get something stackable too, but even a cardboard box works. keep like objects together! and keep them near what theyre used for.

5. buy fruits/veggies/anything that spoils quickly the day youre going to use it

its sooo tempting to try to eat healthy and save money by stocking your fridge full of healthy produce and raw meat, but unfortunately i know how much money we waste forgetting/not having the energy to use them. if you need a fresh fruit, veggie, or meat, for something you are definitely planning on cooking, buy it the day of. if you have something in your fridge you dont think youre going to use before it rots or molds, stick it in the freezer!!!

also, frozen and canned fruits, veggies, and meats are just as good as fresh. they stay good for so long you dont have to worry about it going bad.

6. keep a list of easy meals

things that you can get down your gullet easily, and prepare easily. 1 pan meals, sandwiches, hotdogs, hot pockets, instant oatmeal, canned meals. i typically keep instant oatmeal and those tuna creations packets, as well as club/ritz crackers. also, skillet meals like velveeta skillets and hamburger helper are awesome, just keep some frozen ground beef (or meat of your choice) and youre good to go!

also, eggs last for MUCHHHH longer than the sell by date. i have had eggs 3 months past the date (note im american so they are under refrigeration) that were still good, but obviously that long past the date you should do a sniff test after breaking an egg. eggs are awesome in terms of ease of prep. heat your pan up to temp before cooking and they wont stick so bad. use cheese or milk to make a desirable texture for scrambled eggs or omlettes. dont forget salt and pepper (necessary...) you can also stir an egg and peanut butter into instant ramen for some actual nutrition. i also keep onion powder, paprika, and cayenne for yummy eggs.

in the egg vein, french toast is extremely easy and filling, and will sate a sweet tooth with some syrup!

7. keep a trash receptacle in every room

it doesnt have to be big, but having a designated trash spot in your bedroom is super helpful

8. when you notice something dirty piling up, clean for just 5 minutes

you dont have to clean to completion, thats overwhelming!!! but when you see something gross or messy and it bothers you, just take a couple minutes and pick up a little. play a song and tidy until the end of it! cleaning isnt all or nothing!

9. do not worry about completing chores, just do a little

in the same vein as the last one, the most important thing is getting the ball rolling. cleaning can be really hard because of the overwhelm of how bad it is. you can make it less bad a little at a time!

something ill do is sort out and scrape off the dishes before even thinking about doing them. that way, they take up less space and it doesnt look quite as bad. then next time i come to them, i do a bit more. or ill pick up the dirty laundry off the floor, then ill put it next to the washing machine, then ill wash/dry. i dont worry about folding and putting away unless im up for it-- its more important that theyre clean at all.

10. if you need it frequently, keep it in sight, but off the floor if you can.

remember, the floor is the stuff killer! if it must be on the floor, designate a spot.

11. check under the bed, couch, chairs, and piles if you have a random energy spike

i have found so much stuff i didnt even realize i lost. this also prevents pests and the accumulation of dirt.

12. take a multivitamin and cut down on soda (or other highly sugary foods) if youre able. seriously!

in high school i tried eating low-carb for a while. i didnt maintain this diet, but what i did maintain was not drinking soda regularly. when i say my head cleared and i felt less groggy, i mean it. if youre in the position, pay attention to the amount of sugars in what you eat and drink.

i know the "eat well" advice is given out too much, but nutrition seriously matters. if you care to work on your nutrition, do not worry about fat, carbs, or anything like that. just cut down on how often you eat highly sugary foods. you will feel so much better just from that. i have a sody pop as a treat every now and then and i have a whole other appreciation for it :-)

for the medicated:

take your meds, wake up, and go to bed around the same time

your body works on a schedule whether you want it to or not. pay attention to this schedule and try to work with it. when do you usually get tired? when do you prefer to wake up? when do you usually use the bathroom? this goes for nonmedicated people, too. your body will thank you!

2. vitamin deficiency can make medicine less effective. magnesium, B vitamins, vitamin D, and omega 3s can help.

these vitamins are all harmless, except for magnesium, which can slow your heart rate and cause shallow breathing IN HIGH DOSES. luckily, stimulants tend to deplete vitamins/electrolytes like magnesium, which can cause twitches and spasms. dont get large doses of these, 100% daily value is just fine.

3. for the love of god stay hydrated

imagine you are a machine and water is lubricant. stimulants suck up this lubricant to make you run more effectively. however, without extra, the machine will still run like shit. try to drink a whole glass with your medicine, and keep a cup to fill thru the day.

4. try things you had trouble with before medication

its super easy to get discouraged from something when you feel like a failure! try it again now! it may be easier. be sure to give yourself praise for what you do! your effort, your success, anything! this will teach your brain to see stuff through and help you feel and be more competent!

5. dont expect medicine to fix you

adderall, vyvanse, ritalin, none of these are a pill to fix you. they give you the capacity to work on yourself. dopamine is the "go get it" chemical. typically, ours is low and irregular, so we dont feel the drive to "go get it" when we need to, and we dont feel enough of a drive to see something through until we "get it." you still have to put in a lot of effort to fix habits and do work, medicine makes it so its easier. for me, it also reduces Noise in my head, so i can focus better. i still have to put effort into everything, its just less painful.

6. dont blame medicine for all of your improvement

again, medicine gives you capacity. YOU still do it all! its all you!!!!!! :D

thank u for reading i hope these are helpful! i feel like adhd tips are veryyy all or nothing and never explain WHY they may help, so i hope my explanations are helpful!

#actually adhd #adhd #executive dysfunction #neurodiversity #actually audhd #audhd #adhd tips #i figure we need all the help we can get and professionals arent always. the right help. so!#this got pretty long but i hope this is helpful!

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lostinlovingrevery · 3 months ago

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van’s inbox is open: and suddenly i spawn!! (feat my boyfriend this time, who says hi btw!)

i am fucking exhausted, got a little bit of homework done and then we went to the store, now im just tired

and apparently it’s not even gonna rain tomorrow? come ONNNNN i need the writing atmosphere 😔

but anyway. i hope your day has been going well van!!

logan headcanon idea for you: logan with a reader on their period. totally not inspired by real life events and misery

logan for you!!

Hiiiii Cas!!!! I always love when you pop in <3 You did great today!!!!! I hope you treat yourself!! UGH that's the worse when you want that perfect writing atmosphere! I'm willing to share some of my rainy day for you <3

A Wild Wolverine Appears!

What will Van do?

Van <3 Lv.24

HP -----------------------

69/69

>Give a Smooch! >Give a Smooch!

Van, Give a Smooch!

...........

It's super effective!

Logan on your period headcanons below!!!! <3 (nsfw below as well cause im a perverted freak)(it gets a tad gross)

Fluff:

Don't need to be self conscious about your periods around him. he doesn't give a shit. its natural, what kind of fuss is there to make about it?

really i think id be horrified to know he could smell my discharge and blood and all that but he REALLY doesn't care. in fact any of your scents are comforting to him.

The moment he smells those PMS hormones kick in he's prepared

He grabs/buys your choice of menstrual products and gets them within reach for you. (great for me. i forget to buy pads all the time because I'm not regular lol)

He can handle your moods with ease. Crying nonstop? Hes there holding you. Pissy and irritated? He'll give you space, and maybe some ice cream. he'll always manage to cheer you up in the end though

You'll get lots of massages

He'll run warm bubble baths for you to relax in (Sometimes he joins :) )

Will comfort you when your cramps become too painful, get you medicine, snuggle with you and massage your belly, thighs, back <3

Hates seeing you in pain honestly

you get a lot of sweetness from him during this time (altho tbh when is he never not sweet?)

Will feed into your cravings. Yes even the food that he thinks is completely unhealthy for you. He'll still make you eat something good with it tho

don't have to lift a finger for chores or anything even if you're completely fine. its a thing with him

NSFW:

ohohoho

HORMONES

im not gonna say that your hormones set him off but they set him off

i mean ovulation happens AFTER a period BUUUUT

hes still gonna get horny af w you

period sex

he doesn't care how messy it gets

fingers you, fucks you, will eat you out. the man is NASTY

orgasms relieve period cramps!!!!! LORD

he can and WILL take advantage of that!!!!! bad!!!

You're having a bad night, cramps, emotions, all that good stuff is happening rn

he comes in and its clear you don't feel good, so hes cooing all over you. Hands on your shoulders squeezing them. Pressing kisses over your temple, face, down to your neck. Your in bliss getting the lovings from your man that you don't even realize his intentions.

next thing you know hes got you spread open on the couch, as he slowly plunges himself inside you. Careful of course- you're sensitive. but damn does he love the look of relief on your face when he stretched you open- gives you exactly what your body wants.

will make you cum over and over to get rid of those pesky aches and cramps

and then he'll do it some more just for pleasure.

he doesnt care about the mess.

baking soda helps get the stains out

hes sweet about it but he can't fully hide that arrogant pride he gets when his cock makes you feel so much better.

Shower sex happens a lot too. Bends you over or lifts you on his hips and rails you.

"That feel better baby?" He coos, as he slides himself into the hilt of you. You're moaning, head falling back in that relief you get. It's like the stretch from him calms the cramps, the aches in your thighs. "That's right, all you need is me to make you feel better, huh love?"

he'll uh

eat you out

it adds flavor......

im SO sorry

The man is insane for you okay aint nothing going to stop him from your sweet, sweet...well :)

you will have to tell him to go wash his damn beard though.

he is SO nasty and hes shameless about it. "Just a little blood sweetheart."

he will make things EVEN messier

yes. creampies. Don't worry he WILL clean you up. doesn't need to have his princess feeling more uncomfortable?

if you have talked about having children- he will DEFINITELY offer a solution to your periods

"I can make it go away for 9 months sweetheart. Just say the word."

#logan howlett #wolverine #van rambles #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #wolverine x reader #vans daydreams #logan howlett fic #logan howlett smut #wolverine smut #periods

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bloodchapell · 3 months ago

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I would like one from Xeno and/or Staley of how they would be before, during and after pregnancy.

soon to be dad — xeno / stanley

what to expect: suggestive, fem/afab reader, modern au, not stanxeno lmoaoa

your sword's note: thankyu so much for the request dear anon! i only know the basics of pregnancies so i hope this is accurate. more on my mistresslist

xeno

before:

better believe this is a planned pregnancy, this guy is too elegant to have an unplanned baby

after marriage, you both agree that you want a family, but decide to wait for the right moment. once you both feel like it, you start making preparations

everything has to be perfect for the decision to be made. you two have attended parenting courses, gone to therapy, learned everything there is to know, diet is balanced, the finances are good and there is extra money just in case

okay now everything is ready, the only thing missing is getting down and dirty. i feel like he would be saying "we are trying for a baby☺️" to people, kinda offsetting

it takes a few tries, you get oddly upset once you realize you are not pregnant this month again and he comforts you saying you can keep trying (lmaoo)

during:

your period is a single day late and you already know

regardless, you wait a week to take a pregnancy test, and once it comes positive, you get ecstatic

you plan a date for the reveal, he kinda already knows because by that point you would be fussing about not being pregnant yet (this mf knows your cycle). on the date, you finally tell him that you two will be parents. he lifts you up immediately and kisses you

the first trimester is a roller coaster. you don't get morning sickness but the exhaustion has you sleeping all day. he is asking you often how you are doing and does the chores for you, let's you do stuff around because he knows you like being independent

during the second trimester your tiredness calms finally, your bump starts showing and the baby starts moving. xeno is fascinated by this. once the doctors know the gender of the baby, you have a gender reveal party. "hey baby, i am your uncle stan and i think you are going to be american as fuck... i mean, i think you will be a boy."

you and xeno wanted a boy, you got a boy

hormones get the best of you and you yell at xeno for taking so long at work (he took the usual amount of time)

by the third trimester, you take time off your job and stay at home. xeno massages you with oils and talks to the baby about god knows what

after:

your due date was approaching. a week left, everything was ready, the little baby seat in the car and the bag with clothes, you expect your baby to be elegant and therefore on time but your water breaks two days before the due date at 3am

it was a fast delivery, so fast that the baby was out while you were still waiting. you are sitting waiting as the nurses organize the bed for you to lay and you feel the pain become unbearable. the nurse checks and says "well the baby's head is out" oops, a few pushes after, the baby is out

you sit baffled at the bed while the doctors check the baby, the pain still haunts your body but it doesn't matter once they give you your little baby

xeno is scared. he holds the baby awkwardly and looks at him in awe

once back home, you rest and he takes care of everything, there is a big plate of food in front of you and he holds the baby while you eat, then after a bath for you, you lay down holding the baby and he sits besides you admiring you both

stanley

before:

better believe this was not planned

you and stanley had talked about kids, agreeing that maybe in the future you guys can consider it

the way in which things developed was a little different. after coming home from an oddly tortuous mission, he needs you so bad. he has you pinned down, holding your thighs while he fucks you so hard and for some reason when he says that he is close you close your legs around his waist and whisper "put a baby in me, stan..."

he took it literally :/

during:

days go on like normal, everything is fine, life is resumed... until your period is late, you panic and take a test. "you got me pregnant stanley, i am going to kill you!" he is sweating bullets when he hears that, but solves it with, "being a father, i can do it."

since xeno just had a baby (no, not in the mpreg way, in the 'his partner had their baby' way), you both go visit them and their little bundle of evil to ask for some advice

during the first trimester you have violent morning sickness and can only eat bread and milk for breakfast, eggs are a big no, it goes away fast but oh boy was it hell

stanley is so scared of you. mind you this guy is special task force elite soldier leader all that, but even though your belly starts swelling with the baby and you look adorable, one sight of you is making him kneel down and clean the floor and apologize for not being able to carry you up and down so you don't have to walk

in the second trimester you have to go to one of the ultrasounds on your own. you learn that you are having a girl and once you are home you spoil it for him. "i am so excited for our little girl to come home." you say with a grin and he crumbles (he had been so excited to make a gender reveal party)

"hi baby, i am your uncle xeno and i know you will be a menace to society. now gender wise, i am inclined to believe you will be a girl." stanley wanted a boy, you wanted a girl. once he learned he was getting a baby girl (after he recovered from crumbling apart) he was ennamoured

he loves laying by your side and caressing the baby through your skin

has to see you eat the most absurd food combinations. "i am not buying you some honey for those pickles, that has to be radiactive." with a single look though, he is already getting on his car to get the honey

his ford mustang can't fit a baby seat so he has to buy a boring SUV, he hates it but when he installs the seat he doesn't mind it as much

after:

your baby was on time with her due date, there is no rush. you and stanley know what is happening once the water breaks, so he drives you to the hospital calmly

it was a long labor and painful as hell, it is possible you broke a bone in stanley's hand while you squeezed it when pushing

you cursed loudly, mainly at him, and he just nods

"you are so strong" he keeps praising you and encouraging you

the baby finally comes out and she cries, you sigh relieved, the doctors check her. before seeing her though, stanley makes sure you are okay and kisses your forehead thanking you for birthing his baby

she is so tiny and her little brows are furrowed. "she has her mommy's attitude already." stanley laughs holding his baby. seeing the little girl in his hands that has your eye color and his blonde hair ignites a sense of protection in him like no other

he actually has to step out for a second to not cry when the nurse gives you the baby and you two spend your first moments together

"stanley the baby is crying!" you shake him in bed. out of all the sleepless nights on missions, the sleepless nights of the newborn days are the worst, he gets up barely functioning and walks to the baby's crib, picking her up and singing the same song he has been singing for the past days in a robotic tone to try to calm her down but she is fierce and keeps on crying

#x reader #dcst #drst #xeno x y/n #xeno x reader #dr xeno #xeno houston wingfield #xeno wingfield #stanley dr stone #stanley x reader #stanley x y/n #stanley snyder

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 year ago

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Hello! Can I request (WandaNat ish?) it’s mainly dom Nat x sub fem reader where R’s dom Wanda is being sent on a week long mission and she knows R doesn’t do well alone so she trusts her with Nat and Nat is like this hardened harsh dom cause she’s used to dealing with the brattiest of the brats and ends up surprised cause R’s like the goodest girl ever.

Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x sub!fem!reader, Dom!Natasha x sub!fem!reader(platonic)

Summary: Natasha has come to look after you while Wanda is on a week long mission.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: 18+ due to themes, MDNI

Authors notes: It was interesting writing a dom/sub dynamic where nothing happened between them.

Wanda paced the living room, worry etched on her face. She glanced over at you, curled up on the couch, and sighed. "I hate leaving you alone, sweetie," she murmured, her voice soft and loving. "But this mission is important."

You nodded, understanding but still feeling a knot of anxiety in your stomach. Being without Wanda for a week felt daunting. "I’ll miss you, Mommy," you whispered, looking up at her with wide eyes.

Wanda smiled gently, stroking your cheek. "I’ll miss you too, my little one. But I’ve made arrangements." She looked towards the door as it opened, revealing Natasha. "Nat’s going to take care of you while I’m gone."

Natasha walked in, exuding confidence and a stern demeanor. She was known for handling the most rebellious subs, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous under her intense gaze.

Wanda hugged you tightly before stepping aside. "I trust you with Nat. She’s experienced and will make sure you’re safe and taken care of."

Natasha nodded, her eyes softening slightly as she looked at you. "I’ve got this, Wanda. She’ll be in good hands."

Wanda had just left for her mission, and you felt a mix of anxiety and determination to be good for Natasha. You stood nervously in the living room, unsure of what to expect.

Natasha noticed your apprehension and decided to start with something simple. "Alright, let's start with some basic rules. I expect you to be respectful, follow my instructions, and let me know if you need anything. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma’am," you replied, nodding quickly.

"Good girl. Now, let's make dinner together," Natasha suggested, leading you to the kitchen. Throughout the evening, she observed your eagerness to help and your meticulous attention to her instructions.

As you sat down to eat, Natasha praised you. "You did well today. Tomorrow, we'll go over a more detailed routine."

You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thank you, Ma’am."

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The next morning, Natasha woke you up early. "Rise and shine, little one. Let's start the day with some exercise."

You followed her to the living room, where she led you through a series of stretches and light workouts. Natasha was firm but encouraging, and you tried your best to keep up.

Afterward, she sat you down for breakfast. "Today, we'll go over your chores and how I expect things to be done."

You listened intently as she explained your tasks: keeping the living room tidy, doing the laundry, and preparing simple meals. You nodded eagerly, wanting to prove you could handle everything.

As the day went on, Natasha noticed how diligently you worked, always checking in to ensure you were doing things right. "You're doing great, little one," she said, patting your head. "Just remember to take breaks and drink water."

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By the third day, you had settled into the routine Natasha had established. She decided to test your obedience a bit further. "Today, I want you to wear this," she said, handing you a specific outfit.

You blushed but complied without hesitation. "Yes, Ma’am."

Throughout the day, Natasha gave you various tasks, each one a bit more challenging than the last. She watched as you completed each one with dedication and a desire to please.

That evening, Natasha rewarded you with a relaxing bath. "You've been such a good girl. You deserve to relax," she said, running the water and adding bubbles.

You sighed contentedly as you soaked in the tub, grateful for her care.

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Natasha decided it was time to see how you handled a bit more pressure. "Today, we're going to do some more intense training," she announced.

She led you through a series of more demanding exercises, both physical and mental. You felt the strain but pushed through, wanting to impress her.

Throughout the day, Natasha remained attentive, offering praise and corrections as needed. By the end of the day, you were exhausted but proud of yourself.

"Well done, little one," Natasha said, giving you a rare smile. "You've shown great determination."

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On the fifth day, Natasha decided to lighten things up. "You've worked hard. Let's have some fun today."

She took you out for a walk in the park, letting you enjoy the fresh air and the beauty of nature. You felt relaxed and happy, chatting with her about various things.

Later, you baked cookies together, laughing as flour ended up everywhere. Natasha seemed more relaxed, and you felt a growing bond with her.

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As the week drew to a close, Natasha sat down with you for a heart-to-heart talk. "You've done exceptionally well, little one. I'm proud of you."

You beamed, feeling a rush of pride and happiness. "Thank you, Ma’am. I just wanted to make you and Mommy proud."

Natasha nodded. "You have. You've shown resilience, obedience, and a lot of heart."

On the final day, you and Natasha spent the day preparing for Wanda's return. You cleaned the house, prepared a special dinner, and made everything perfect.

As the evening approached, Natasha looked at you with a rare softness. "It's been a pleasure taking care of you, little one. You're a very special girl."

You blushed, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Ma’am. I'm grateful for everything you've done."

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When Wanda finally walked through the door, she was greeted by the sight of you and Natasha waiting with smiles. She hugged you tightly, her eyes shining with love.

"Welcome home, Mommy," you said, feeling complete now that she was back.

Wanda looked at Natasha, her gratitude evident. "Thank you, Nat. You've taken such good care of her."

Natasha nodded, a rare smile on her face. "She's a gem, Wanda. You've raised a wonderful little one."

As Natasha prepared to leave, she turned to Wanda with a thoughtful expression. "You know, Wanda, looking after her has been a breeze compared to the brats I usually tame. Maybe I'll stop taming and finally get a cute little thing like her."

Wanda smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "You enjoyed her that much?"

Natasha chuckled softly. "Oh, absolutely. She was a delight. Maybe it's time for a change."

Wanda’s smile widened, warmth and affection evident in her eyes. "Well, you know you're more than welcome to come play with her whenever you want."

You looked up at Natasha, your heart fluttering with happiness. The idea of seeing her again filled you with excitement. "I'd like that, Ma’am."

Natasha reached out, gently ruffling your hair. "I'd like that too, little one."

With a final hug and a promise to visit soon, Natasha left, leaving you and Wanda to enjoy your reunion. As you cuddled up with Wanda on the couch, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. The week with Natasha had been challenging but rewarding, and now, with Wanda back, everything felt perfect.

Wanda kissed your forehead, her arms wrapped around you protectively. "I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You did so well."

You smiled up at her, feeling loved and cherished. "I just wanted to make you proud, Mommy."

Wanda’s eyes softened, filled with love. "You always do, my precious little one."

And with that, you settled into the warmth of her embrace, looking forward to the future with both Wanda and the possibility of more time with Natasha.

#ley answers anons #ley writes #ley writes drabbles #ley writes requests #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #dom!natasha romanoff #mommy!wanda maximoff #sub!fem!reader

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glowettee · 5 months ago

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hiii! i love your acc, it's so cute :3 i was wondering if you could do a post about self-love, it's something i've been struggling w/ lately. thank youuu

uncommon but life-changing self-love practices (that actually work) 🎀

posted by: glowettee

hey angel! thank you for this question in my mailbox! and ahhhh thank you so much you're so sweet!! i'm sorry this post was a little late, self-care is soooo important, i want to give you some tips that you don't hear to often that i do in my self-love journey! i'll share some not-so-obvious self-love practices that literally changed my life! ♡

♡ redefining your space psychology because your environment shapes your self-perception:

bedroom makeover with intention:

rearrange furniture to face the sunrise (this literally changed my morning mindset!)

create a "victory wall" with tiny achievements (i put up a photo of my first B- grade that turned into an A-)

place mirrors strategically (not just for selfies, but for daily affirmations)

use color psychology (i painted one wall rose quartz pink in my room and it actually improved my mood)

create a dedicated self-love corner (mine has fairy lights, positive letters from friends, and little trinkets from my childhood, along with printed photos from pinterest with self-love affirmations/lists.

♡ morning practices instead of basic routines, try these instead:

the "main character energy" morning:

write how your day went (successfully) and about yourself in third person (like "mindy gracefully picked up her pen, to conquer calculus, she did all her chores, and even studied japanese for 2 hours.")

practice "mirror dating" (spend 5 mins having an actual conversation with yourself - it's weird but works!)

create a "today i choose" list (instead of a to-do list)

dance to one song before doing anything else (i do taylor swift, or newjeans obviously)

write a love letter to a body part you're struggling with (i wrote to my uncooperative hair and now we're besties <3)

♡ digital self-love (but make it intentional) because we live online but need boundaries:

phone transformation:

change your passwords to affirmations (mine is a variation of "mindyisworthy2025")

create a folder of your awkward photos (embrace the cringe! and laugh with your friends, its so fun)

record yourself modeling, or pretending your a celebrity or k-pop idol

take selfies without filters (document your real smile)

set random alarms with love notes to yourself

hide little sticky notes with cute reminders about yourself in your room, so when you stumble upon it a month later it'll make you smile!

social media rebellion:

post the photos you'd usually delete (even if it's made private)

share your real study space (messy notes and all)

document your growth journey (even the uncomfortable parts)

create a finsta for your completely unfiltered self

make reels about your self-love journey (even if they're private)

♡ physical self-love (the weird but effective version) not basic bubble baths:

unexpected body appreciation:

thank your body parts for specific things ("thank you hands for letting me write my study notes")

have a private dance party in weird places (i do this in elevators when i'm alone)

wear your prettiest clothes to study, or even to the grocery store (even if no one sees)

make up your own choreography to your favorite songs

make your own workout or stretching routine with different stretches/exercises you make up yourself

comfort zone expansion:

try eating alone in public (start small - i began with coffee shops)

wear that "special occasion" outfit to class

speak up in class even if your voice shakes

send yourself flowers to your dorm/apartment (I LOVE DOING THIS EVERY VALENTINES <33)

take yourself on cute dates (let a coin flip decide where you go! or ask google.)

♡ emotional archaeology dig deeper than surface-level feelings:

create an emotion museum:

keep a "weird thoughts" journal (mine has my 3am existential questions)

make a playlist for each mood (even the uncomfortable ones)

collect "emotional souvenirs" (me and my grandmother had a cafe date a few years ago, and i still keep the receipt today)

document your crying sessions (trust me, looking back at these helps)

write letters to your past and future self

validation exercises:

practice saying "my feelings about this are valid" in the mirror

create a "proof of worth" folder on your phone

collect screenshots of nice messages

record yourself giving pep talks

keep a "wins" journal (especially tiny ones)

♡ advanced self-love techniques for when you're ready to level up:

relationship building with yourself:

schedule weekly "self-dates" (i do wednesday coffee dates with myself)

create a personal manifesto (update it monthly)

develop inside jokes with yourself

celebrate monthly self-love anniversaries

create traditions just for you

growth documentation:

take progress polaroids (not just physical)

voice record your daily thoughts

measure growth in unconventional ways (like "times i chose myself")

create time capsules every season

write monthly letters to yourself

self-love isn't just face masks and bubble baths (though those are nice too!). it's about building a deep, weird, wonderful relationship with yourself. it's about becoming your own best friend, confidante, and biggest supporter.

some of these might seem strange at first, but that's okay! the best relationships often have their quirks. start with what feels right and slowly expand your comfort zone. it's not just about practicing self-love, it's also about creating your own unique love language with yourself!

you're doing amazing things just by being you, and i'm so proud of you for prioritizing this journey! remember, the relationship you have with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship in your life.

xoxo, mindy 🎀

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whorediaries-09 · 3 months ago

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put my lips to something;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- fluff, suggestive content, mentions of the war. a/n- do i have an economics exam tomorrow? yes. will i still write this? yes.

the diner;

the last bit of the banana is flicked off the ceramic plate. she stands on her tiny tiptoes, running the plate under the cool water. she says- no, insists that she doesn't need a stool. she's five now, she says. tall enough.

you're leaning over the refrigerator, sipping slowly, the last warm bits of the sickly sweet coffee she'd so convincingly prepared for you. she's stubborn. like her dad, you think, smiling to yourself.

the water splashes on her frock. she grimaces, the cold seeping through her delicate, soft skin. she wipes her hands on the kitchen towel, setting the washed plate in the racks, letting it dry. she pads slowly towards you. you take the last sip of the coffee, watching as her lips form a pout. her gray eyes look into you, the request unspoken.

it's easy, really.

put a star sticker on next to the list of chores designated to her. which isn't much. wash the dishes, eat your fruit, don't pick your nose, and don't say any bad words. she'd accomplished two of them, at least.

'your soaked, baby,' you say. your nails dig into the thin paper, pulling the sticker off. she pouts even more. gives you a puppy eyed look.

'i know mama,' she says. her arms wrap around your waist, silently begging you to pick her up. you'll relent, because how do you not? the water from her clothes seep into yours too. you carry her to her bedroom.

'let's get you changed, yeah?' she nods, sleepily. nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck. you soothingly pat her back. there are no monsters under her bed, you tell her. and you won't let any get under her bed either. that, you tell yourself.

'not even in my closet?' she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. you look into her wardrobe, selecting a soft blue frock.

'not even in your closet,' you confirm, handing her the frock. she smiles sleepily, changing her clothes. she tucks herself into bed. she's five, she says. she doesn't need your help to pull a blanket over her body. she can read a bedtime story by herself too, she insists.

'want me to put out the lamp then, baby?' she doesn't answer, snuggling further into the pillow under her head. your clothes stick to your body too. you'll change your clothes too.

you're pulling up your shorts. his faded t-shirt's next. before the fabric can fall over your waist, the door clicks open. the tobacco comes next, followed by musk. a hint of cologne too. his cold fingers splay over your waist, index trailing the stretchmarks over the skin. a hint that you'd carried a life. a life you'd made. with him.

'hey, sweetheart,' he says. the t-shirt falls over his hand. his chin follows next, resting atop your shoulder. you smile, resting your head against his.

'hey, you,' you feel his breathe, hot against your warm skin. he sighs, pulling you close. the world's raging outside. you'll indulge in this moment of quiet. even when you don't say anything. even when he doesn't say anything.

'want me to draw you a bath?' you ask. his fingertips trail higher, over your sternum. it rests along the underside of your breast. he sighs louder, taking in your scent.

'will you join?' he asks. tilts his head. from the periphery of your eye, you see him give the puppy dog eyed look. he knows you've already taken a shower. you don't need it.

'please,' he whispers. barely audible. so soft, rasped in your ears. your hand trails underneath your-his shirt, and your hold his hand. wedding rings clash against each other.

'yes,' you relent, because, how do you not?

he sits in the bath, his abnormally long legs a tight fit in the tub. you sit against his chest. he's got his arms wrapped tightly around your torso, as if he's afraid you'll leave.

there's slow sips of wine that follow pursuit. hot kisses trailed against the skin of your neck. quiet gasps leaving your lips. whispers of 'i love you's'. promises of 'forever'.

and it's all true. you know that. he knows that.

'nova say anything about me?' he asks, questioning about his daughter.

'yes. she kept asking me why you were so late.' a kiss follows on the juncture on your neck and shoulder. a thumb, running circles on your inner thigh.

'you're upset,' he says. it's not an inquiry. a plain statement. an observation.

'not upset. i know what it's like to be out there. i'm scared for you,' he sighs. breathe hot against your skin. stubble running against your neck. hot, open mouthed kisses. hand on your thigh trailing higher and higher. resting just above where you need him. the water splashes around your bodies, as another shared sip of wine follows.

'i know, darling,' he whispers. his canine grazing against your throbbing pulse. your head falls back, resting on his shoulder. it's addicting, the feeling of his lips on your skin. how he makes you feel. the flutters of butterflies in your stomach. the gooseflesh on your skin. the heat between your legs.

'i'm just afraid you won't come home alive.' you confess. you hear his breathe hitch. his kisses grow more urgent, more insistent. his hands all over your hot skin. water splashing around as you settle more on his chest.

'i'll always come home alive. to you. to nova. to us.' he promises. he squeezes your waist, other hand rubbing tight, slow circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. he's got your body mesmerized. he's mapped it out in his mind. every curve, every dimple, every mole, every scar, every stretchmark. he knows it like the back of his hand.

'make me believe it, sirius,' you gasp out, stomach clenching at his ministrations. it's not much of a command than a request. but he gets the hint anyway. he pulls you closer-if that was possible. places his lips on your neck, sucking slowly. bruising you so gently.

'as you wish, my love,'

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lovverletters · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Husband

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

T/W : Obsessive behaviour, protective behaviour, etc

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💌Yandere! Husband who were overjoyed on the day of your wedding. He have finally married the love of his life, you! The feelings was mutual though as you were also happy to be married to him <3

🎀Yandere! Husband who is the perfect spouse anyone could've asked for! He cooks and clean for the both of you despite you insisting that its a shared chore between you two.

💌Yandere! Husband who is a total sweetheart towards you, always tending to your needs and buying you gifts everytime he came back from work. You must be tired from your work, dear! Here's a gift for your hardwork :)

🎀Yandere! Husband who were the total opposite when he's at work. Coworkers describe him as a strict and terrifiying boss, a total menace. Their jaw dropped to the floor when they saw how he act towards you when you brought him his lunch.

"Only you can see this side of me, dear"

💌Yandere! Husband who 100% would become a househusband if you wanted to. If you rather be the breadwinner of the household, he's support your decision throughly. He'd make cute bento lunches for you everyday, ironing your clothes and prepare dinner for when you return.

"It has always been my dream to care for you, love"

🎀Yandere! Husband who would get rid of anyone who's bothering you at work. Your coworkers that have been making unwanted advances to you? Gone. Your old boss who won't stop bitching at you? Turned up in a coffin the next day.

💌Yandere! Husband who prepared a surprise for you at the end of every weekday. He'll help you let off stress from work wether it's candlelit dinner, watching movie together or something else.

🎀 "Welcome home honey! I just got done preparing dinner. Do you want to eat first, take a bath or ..me?"

Im sorry I had to

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#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere male #gender neutral reader #yandere headcanons

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Boys x reader- Comfort ❤️‍🩹

This is a request from an anon- hazbin boys comforting reader with depression/mental illness. Includes Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and just a dab of Alastor. Original request here + a heart felt message from yours truly 💌

TW: depression, mental illness, sickeningly sweet fluff

Notes: gn!reader, NSFW during Angel’s part 18+ plz

Lucifer 🍎

Oh my goodnessssssss, prepare to be treated like absolute royalty.

I’m talking foot rubs, back rubs, playing with your hair

Not only will he make you food, he’ll literally try to feed you and offer you sweet praises when you do eat. Eating can be a real chore sometimes…

“Good job, my love. It’s gonna be okay…okay?”

I think Luci is pretty touchy in general, but when you’re down in the dumps, he gets extra clingy and touchy

He’ll pretty much constantly have a hand on you- holding your hand, a hand on your back, a gentle rub on your shoulder

Will unfurl his wings and drag you close to him in bed, wrapping his arms and silky feathers around you as he lulls you to sleep

Like imagine a midday depression nap all tangled up with Luci, curtains drawn so the room is nice and dark, the temp is perfect, the bed is hugging you just as good as your babe next to is. Ugh. Plz, I want this. I need this.

Will try to gently coax you out of bed and try to get you out of the house. He knows it won’t be easy for you but he thinks getting you cleaned up, dressed and out doing something fun you’ll feel a bit better. You’ll at least be distracted from your sadness for a bit.

He’s so kind and nonjudgmental too. He gets it completely. He has depression too. Even the king of hell deals with mental illness, okay? Mental illness does not discriminate

He’ll offer the best advice he can muster up, using his own experiences to help you out of your funk

All in all, he’s just an absolute sweet pea. So doting, so caring.

Angel Dust 🕸️

Also has mental illness, also gets it completely.

KING OF DISTRACTIONS

Angel is a sweet boy but I don’t think he’d be too great at offering advice…

So he does his best to distract you from your feelings, doing whatever it takes to get you to smile, even just for a second.

Will ask you what you want to do first, whatever will make you happy, he’ll go along with it.

If you insist on rotting in bed, he’ll probably respectfully pull you out of bed, tell you “this ain’t good for ya, babe” and force you to go do something fun, something relaxing, something for yourself

Sorry not sorry but he’ll def offer to cheer you up by fucking you, letting you fuck him, eating you out, sucking your dick. Go ahead, take your stress out on him, he can take it ;)

Also the king of self care.

SPA DAY SPA DAY SPA DAY

Will draw you and him a bath, rub your shoulders while you sit in the warm water together, will even wash your hair for you

Forces you to wear a face mask with him lmao

“C’mon, (Y/N)! Lemme paint ya nails! You’ll look sooooo cuuuuuute~”

Expect lots of touching and kisses with him at night, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping

Rubs your back, rubs your arms, will rub gentle circles on your butt if you’ll let him, kisses your head, kisses your cheeks, kisses your nose

ALL THE KISSESSSSSS 💋💋💋

Husk 🃏

Okay listen…this guy is obvi a great listener and he’s pretty good at giving advice. Honestly, he’s probably the best person to go to.

Husk is an old soul, he’s pretty wise, has a lot of life experience, death experience, his own experience with mental illness and even addiction.

He could just listen to you talk for hours, waiting for you to pause before he replies. He’d never interrupt. He’s so patient with you 🥹

Will keep a close eye on you and any new habits you’ve seemed to pick up. He fixes his own issues with booze but he’s the type to say “do as I say, not as I do”

Won’t let you spiral into addiction like he did…it’s not an option.

I think Husk would be a good mix of “Come here, give Husker a hug. It’s alright, hun. Let’s go take a little nap, yeah?” and “Hey, I know what’ll cheer ya up!” *proceeds to show you the coolest, craziest magic tricks*

He’s a good balance of comfort and distraction

Anything he can do to help, just say the word

Will tell you funny shit he’s seen the folks around the hotel do just to see you laugh for a moment

“One time, Angel was walking right in front of the bar at like 7 in the morning and tripped over literally nothing and face planted! I had the best seat in the house. It was hilarious.”

This is my own personal headcanon, idk why but I feel like Husk can cook really well. He’d totally make you food, even bring it to you in bed if you don’t feel like getting up

Will absolutely let you play with him like a kitten, won’t even be upset about it. Play with his ears, give him pets, let his fur be your stim toy, let his purr soothe your achy heart

Sir Pentious 🐍

Plzzzz, he’s such a simp. I love this slippery, special little guy 💚

Big on cuddles! Will cuddle you all day, all night if you want. Loves the physical contact, and loves it even more when he can feel you relax a bit against him.

Will make his eggs boys do anything for you. Whatever you want, you tell them and they’ll happily oblige.

Kinda random but I think he’d be the type to try and pull silly little pranks on ppl around the hotel just to get you to laugh. He’s such a silly goose omg

He doesn’t really understand what you’re going through so he’ll just keep asking you what he can do, how he can help, what you want, what you need from him.

He doesn’t get it but he’ll do anything for you.

When you’re feeling particularly lazy and it’s extra hard to leave your bed, he’ll literally carry you around. Just lounge in his arms, darling, he’ll take you wherever you need to go. Don’t need to go anywhere? Fine, you’re gonna come along with him to do his daily tasks. Sit in his lap and just watch as he works.

Just wants to keep you close. He can’t stand the thought of you being alone when you feel like this. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he wants you close.

Unless you insist on having some alone time or needing some space. Again, whatever you need from him, you got it.

Although, he may get a little teary eyed and pouty when he leaves you. Can’t stop thinking about you all day and probably comes and checks on you several times.

Vox 🖥️

“CANCEL MY MEETINGS, HOLD ALL MY CALLS, TELL EVERYONE IM NOT RESPONDING TO EMAILS UNTIL TOMORROW!”

Guy needs to focus on his baby right now. You are his top priority, everything else can wait. You are just too precious to put on the back burner.

Will be sure to tell Val and Velvette to leave you two alone. He doesn’t want them upsetting you any more than you already are.

This man has his assistants waiting on you hand and foot. He’s gonna stay in your bed with you, cuddled up with tons of blankets, both in your pajamas as you watch movies while ordering his staff to bring you whatever it is you desire.

Will eventually yank you out of bed bc he can’t stay still for too long but you’re coming with him. Wants to keep you company always

In public, Vox isn’t the most romantic or touchy. He’s a busy man with a huge reputation to uphold. While he would never completely ignore you and he’s no ashamed to show some PDA with you, you sort of always find yourself following in his shadow when he’s hard at work.

Once he sees how much your mental health is affecting you, he becomes much more attentive, much more protective of you.

He’ll hold your hand or keep his arm around you when out and about. Will give you a gentle kiss and a prideful smile before getting on set for a news shoot.

If you’re having a particularly hard day, everyone get out of the way! Hes taking the day off, he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks.

You are too important to him. Without you, what good would all his accomplishments be? Without you, who would he share all this with?

He needs you to stick around 🩵

Alastor🩸

I think Alastor would be absolutely clueless but he’d try his best nonetheless!

He’d also be one to try and distract you.

Wanna go to cannibal town and visit Rosie? She’ll help cheer you up! She’s a great listener with tons of good advice to give

Will reluctantly invite you into his room and lead you to the half of it that looks like a swamp/forest. He will take off his coat and sit in the grass with you, staying silent but watching you look around in awe.

He’s got lots of cool powers and will summon or manifest little things here that he thinks will bring a smile to your face.

Summons little lightning bugs to carefully dance around your face, holds back from slaughtering a deer that’s approaching just so you can admire it from afar, will watch with a genuine smile as you lay back in the grass and relax to the sound of crickets chirping and light jazz music.

If you asked…he might give you a hug. Might.

Also sends his shadow to check up on you every so often but if you notice this, he will deny it with all his might.

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khaire-traveler · 1 year ago

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🦚 Subtle Hera Worship 🐄

Star-gazing and cloud-watching

Making flower crowns

Wearing outfits that make you feel confident

Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Keeping a picture of her in your wallet

Wearing jewelry that reminds you of her

Wearing perfumes with bold yet sweet scents

Have a cow, peacock, or lioness stuffed animal

Having imagery of stars or lotus flowers around

Giving yourself compliments each day; pointing out one thing you like or love about yourself

Support women's rights or domestic abuse survivor organizations

Spend time with loved ones

Be kind to children; play them if offered

If you have a partner, send them a kind message or do something romantic together

Practice standing up for yourself; speak your mind and assert your personal boundaries

Do household chores; upkeep your living space

Take care of yourself emotionally and physically

Show support for any mothers in your life, especially new ones; help out when/if you can

Keep a self-love/self-care journal

Make yourself feel pretty/handsome/attractive; wear makeup, paint your nails, style your hair, wear your favorite outfits, etc.

Take a self-care bath or shower

Learn about astronomy; learn about the different myths behind constellations

Show compassion towards others, especially those who are hurting or in need

Showing compassion towards yourself, the same as you do for others

Prioritize your own well-being

Feed the local birds with bird seeds; bird-watching

Keep framed photos of loved ones; put photos of them on your wall, etc.

Eat pomegranate seeds

Have cow print items; own peacock feathers (been told these can be really cheap, actually!)

Give a kind gesture to a loved one; buying a gift, cooking a meal, baking pastries, etc.

Collect gold-colored items; golden ram horns are also a great symbol (maybe draw or paint this, since it's pretty niche)

Buy a bouquet of white flowers, whether for yourself or a loved one

Add honey to your tea, coffee, or other drink; a good drink to try is warm milk with honey and cinnamon mixed in (better than it sounds)

Start a skin/body care routine

I may add more down the line! For now, here's my list of discreet ways to worship Hera. Hope it helps, and take care! 🩵

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #hera deity #hera worship #deity worship #paganblr #pagan tips

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anjelicawrites · 2 months ago

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Days back home

Paring: John Price x wife!reader Synopsis: your husband John is finally back from deployment.

Warnings: angsty sex, P in V sex, cuddling, idiots in love, domestic John, kissing, handjob, crying, a bit of daddy kink, John is bad at compartimentalizing, John doesn’t know how to relax.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns used when needed.

You hear the rustling of pots and pans from the bedroom. Still half asleep you grab the cricket bat hiding under the bed, thinking Intruders! Before you realize how silly the idea is: are those intruders going to make themselves breakfast while ransacking your home?

Still brandishing the bat, just in case, you make your way downstairs, trying to be as silent as possible in your socks; with your shoulder you open the door connecting the corridor to the kitchen, just a crack, to check who’s at home with you, only to see the back of John’s body, clad in a green T-shirt and jeans, his ridiculous hat forgotten on one of the chairs; he’s making his ‘I’m back home pancakes’ while listening to the radio, the kettle already on the stove.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

“So, this is how I am welcomed back home?” He quips.

You have married the biggest idiot on earth and you wouldn't change him for the whole world.

You abandon the bat next to the door and leap to hug him from behind, smelling him in, feeling his hard body against your own, after too long.

He smells fresh, you know he has had a shower before driving back to you, because he doesn’t want to soil your shared sanctuary with his work; he still berates himself that he and his team had crashed your practice and that those were the circumstances he’s met you.

“You know me, I’m always ready.” You answer, taking another whiff from him, your hands sneaking to his front. “Welcome home my love, I think I will have to have words to whomever is in charge of the rations you eat: you’ve lost weight baby, I will need to fatten you up once again.”

He laughs, under your hands his muscles rip.

“I don’t think Major Williams would survive that.”

Swiftly he deposits another pancake on the pile standing on his left. Before he can pour some more batter on the pan, you lift your arm to his nose.

“Do I still smell like barn? I was on call and was out most of the night. I did take a shower but all I can smell is wet hay.”

His right hand wounds around your wrist, warm and calloused against your soft skin, to keep you still as his nose is filled by the sweet scent of honey; this is an inside jokes of yours, that he sticks to the neutral smell of his army mandated soap, whilst you try every different shower gel you can get your hands on, with various results. This time is nice, he likes how honey complements your natural scent, other times not so much, like the body wash that was supposed to be lemon, but smelled like dish soap, or the obnoxious candy one that’s still hiding somewhere in the guests’ bathroom.

“Any adorable litter of kittens?”

“No, twin calves, pretty fast and incredibly both born alive, and one of the Jenkins’ sheep that kept me up all night. I got into bed a couple of hours ago.”

John turns in your embrace, his big hands finding home on your hips.

“My capable vet, looking after all creatures, great and small.”

“Very funny, mister, I’m in a puddle of laughter.”

But there is a smile on your face that echoes his own: you have missed him, and the small quips you share.

It’s still too cold to eat breakfast in the garden, but there’s enough light that it bathes you both as you two sit at the table by the windows, your legs on his thighs, his hand caressing your calves in between bites as you both demolish the astounding amount of pancakes John has made.

“Go back to bed, love.” He tells you. “I napped on my way back. I’ll do a couple of chores around the house.”

You look at him, taking him in: he’s not antsy, but he’s thrumming with all the nervous energy from combat that needs to be released. There isn’t much to do around the house, but this wouldn't stop John from picking up random jobs, or even call at work to see if he’s needed back at the base, until you know he will simply crash and burn, utterly spent and miserable.

“I don’t think so, mister.”

Neither of you wear the wedding rings usually. You work with animals all day and for John is more of a security breach issue, the chance for someone who doesn’t belong to the small circle of people he trusts, to know about you.

For this reason you’re the ring bearer, keeping your engagement and both wedding rings on a thin, long chain usually worn under your clothes; the other tradition that marks John’s return home is you two exchanging them again.

You have to fiddle with the clasp for a moment, before you can release everything on the table, in between tea mugs and plates.

Your rings look so small in John’s thick fingers. Carefully he picks the engagement one, inherited by the male firstborn in his family to pass down the first son and slips it on your extended ring finger; a smile crinkles the sides of his eyes when you put his ring on his finger, stating your claim once again. He’s so used to be Captain Price that he forgets he has space where he is allowed to simply be John, your husband who has missed you dearly and who wants to make sure you will always have everything you desire.

“The house is fine.” You say with a smile. “The random dead light will not kill us all. Same goes with whatever is going on at the base: you and the boys did your job, now it’s time for others to do theirs. Come to bed with me, I have missed sleeping in your arms.”

John’s body is tired, the small nap on the flight back has barely scratched the sleep deprivation of the last weeks, but his brain is still running, still analyzing all the information harvested, still valuating all the plans he’s come up with, still trying to answer the age old question: will he be able to do better next time?

“I would like my husband back.” Your free hand finds his to squeeze his roughened palm.

“He’s here.”

“In body. Where is his mind though?”

He knows you’re right. When he’s out on the field, or simply at the base, it’s easy to let go of his civilian life; he can’t say the same when he’s home, his brain doesn’t compartmentalize the way it should.

“Not here.”

He pulls on your arm until you sit on his knees, your head on his shoulder, staring at him with half lidded eyes filled with love.

You’re full and nuzzle your face against his chest when he tries to feed you some more, mumbling ‘your loss’ at your refusal: you’re just happy that he’s back, unscathed and that you can have this slow morning where life isn’t intruding and you two can be fools in love.

You fall asleep like this, lulled by the sun shining through the windows and John’s comforting smell, his warmth creating a safe cocoon where you can huddle.

You don’t feel his kiss on the top of your head, nor the silent way he carries you bridal style up the stairs to your shared bedroom, where he deposits you on the unmade bed, careful to cover you with the light duvet; he stares at you and the way you curl on his side of the bed, in your sleep you’re still seeking his scent, even though the pillow must have lost it.

The weight of the chores he knows are waiting for him around the house is pushing him to go downstairs and busy himself, making sure you have nothing to do today and tomorrow; it’s the way he’s been raised, in a house where being lazy was never an option.

Life with you is different, it clashes, sometimes, with his training and his upbringing, with whom he’s become, with his heart missing you, his skin hurting now that it’s not in contact with yours: so easily you break him down and reshape him in the man you love.

He doesn’t jostle your body when he slides under the duvet and arranges your limbs so that you’re hugging him and your face sits against the hollow of his throat, your breath a soft tickle against the sensitive skin there.

A smile finds its way on his face when you wriggle closer to him, almost as if you want to meld your body to his and he hugs your tighter, until there’s no space left between you two, only the cotton of the sleep clothes you’re both wearing.

When he wakes up you’re staring, owlishly, at him: you must have awoken not too long ago.

“I need to do something.” You mumble.

Before he can answer, you wriggle in his embrace to kiss the freckle on his nose, then you nod to yourself, proud.

“I missed doing this.” Your face finds home against the hollow of his throat, again.

His arms curl tighter around you, his nose in your hair to smell the familiar scent of your shampoo.

“I love you.”

His heart still misses a beat when he says those words.

Before you, he had never had the courage to say it out loud to a partner, you have unlocked that in him, not sappiness, but honesty.

The two of you spend the afternoon pottering about the house, him changing a couple of light bulbs and writing down the grocery shop list for tomorrow, before you entice him to lay on the sofa with you.

“You don’t have to earn your down time, you know?”

“I do.” Not exactly a lie, but he’s an old dog still trying to learn new tricks.

“Just saying.”

He moves the two of you around so that you’re laying with your back against his chest so that he can read the book you two have started before his deployment; nothing too high stakes or complicated, a simple story with simple threads he can pick up after a couple of sentences.

“Shall we go to the farmer’s market tomorrow? After we go grocery shopping? Alfred is going to be there with his honey.”

Alfred being your mentor, the vet who had founded the practice you now own who, at the ripe old age of eighty years old, had finally decided to retire and follow his new calling: beekeeping.

“Sounds lovely.”

John likes the old man, he’s straightforward and with a dry sense of humor that reminds John of the captains he had served under when he was a lieutenant.

Seven pages down and a couple of chuckles on your part, you close the book to stare at him.

“I think there’s something going on between my vet tech, Johnny and Simon. Don’t laugh!”

“It wouldn't surprise me. Those two are a package deal, or are each other’s ‘Your friend Steve’”

“You should have told me! I had to ask my vet tech because I felt there was something fishy going on!”

“You didn’t!”

“I did. Asked if the men knew about one another and got lectured about polyamory!”

John’s body is wracked by laughter, so much so that he ignores you trying to elbow him to make him stop.

“It’s not funny John!” He keeps laughing. “You’re horrible!”

His arms lock around you as soon as you try to stand up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” There’s a huskiness in his voice that travels deliciously down your spine.

“Away from my unsupportive husband!” You whine.

His right hand travels leisurely down your body, until he can grab the fat of your thigh to spread you open.

“I think we can reach an agreement, you and I. A way for me to show you how sorry I feel.”

His thick fingers tease the hollow of your thigh, right next where your panties are.

“You should show me, as a proof of your good will.”

His warm lips kiss your neck as his fingers deftly slide under the damp cotton of your knickers.

“As you wish” he growls.

Sleeping back home the first few days is a matter adjusting himself back around you and the quiet of the neck of the woods where you two live: waking up when there’s too much silence or when your body moves next to his, opening one eye, hand ready to grab a weapon that’s not there, only to stop himself before waking you up. There are nightmares, sometimes, that propel him up with a scream locked behind his teeth and his fists ready to strike; those are the nights when he feels remorse at disturbing you with the horrors he carries within himself, those monsters he doesn’t want to bring home to you, but which manage to slither their way inside, scattered away by your hands on his skin and your voice telling him to follow you to the kitchen, that you’re going to make him a nice cup of war milk with honey.

This time there’s no nightmares, only the silence waking him up and the moonlight illuminating your body huddled under the duvet: it’s a warm spring, for the UK, but the nights still carry the chill of winter with them. Without disturbing you, he kisses your exposed shoulder and pulls the covers tighter around your frame, before hugging you as tight as possible, his nose buried in your hair.

Slowly you two approach this new day, your lips on his neck and his hands under your pajamas until his need, and yours, burns too bright to control and he slips inside of you, moaning against your naked chest when your muscles rip around his cock.

He luxuriates in your warmth, when you lock your legs around his waist and tell him not to move, to stay where he is, that you need to feel him. It could be hours when you beg him to move, slow pushed and pulls that bring you to an orgasms that leaves marks down his back, your cunt wounding so tightly around his cock that he spills with a shout.

It’s almost lunch time when you two arrive at the farmer’s market. To John’s dismay you had to use your old truck, the one everyone in the area can recognize, but the road has too many holes for the suspensions of his car to survive.

There’s always a bit of uneasiness on his part, whenever he is out and about with you: he’s trained to look for danger, even when there’s none and his body misses the weight of his weapons, the security they bring him, even more so now that he’s with you, out in the open, where anyone could attack you.

Not that it would happen, being alert is part of who he has become, a nagging guarding dog he can’t put to sleep.

“You happy?” You ask, arms wrapped around his, big smile on your face even though you can feel some lingering stiffness in his body.

“Yes, love.”

He has two jars of honey in a small bag dangling from his fingers, both gifts from Albert who has refused any sort of payment and has roped you two into going to dinner to his place one of these days.

He’s not lying to you when he says that he’s happy. Today the sun is shining, warm against the button down shirt he’s wearing, a trusted beanie to protect his head and you by his side in a nice dress, busy pointing the stalls you want to browse: despite all the food in the trunk, he knows you’ll buy more, just so you can spoil him and fatten him up a little bit, with the excuse that’s homemade and the ingredients are all healthy.

By the time you two walk back to the car, you both are saddled with too many bags and yet he had to convince you to stop buying food, and plants for the garden.

“Do you want to go and eat lunch at that cafe on the river?” He asks after he’s secured all your purchases.

“Are you happy to go?”

You don’t want to push him, you’re well aware that he needs some time away from the crowds to re calibrate; that your man will always be alert is something you have learn to accept, but you could feel him tense up a little too much by the time you were done with the last stall.

“I am.”

Then again, he’s not lying. The guard dog in him still has its bristles up, but John doesn’t want to waste a beautiful day such as today, barricaded at home, not when you look so happy and full of life.

He thoroughly knackered by the time you two make it back home and start putting away everything you have bought. The big lunch doesn’t help with the drowsiness he feels, paired with the sun and the general tiredness left by the last deployment, he’s ready to go lay on the sofa and just watch something inane on the telly, at least for tonight.

He shivers when your hands find their way under his shirt, your body plastered against his.

You follow the shape of his abdominal muscles, more prominent now that he’s lost the body fat you adore so much. Before him, you believed a defined six-pack meant strength, now you know that muscles born from exercise and not aesthetic, come with a healthy dose of body fat, to which you’re now addicted.

“I need you, John.” You purr, kissing his shoulder.

“I’m here.” His voice is gravelly now that your fingers are deftly opening the buttons of his jeans. “Christ love!”

“Let me take care of you.”

Your hand is gently fondling his cock and balls and he’s already a goner: anything you ask you shall receive.

You maneuver his big body to the sofa, where you sit him between your splayed legs, only then you free is half hard cock from the confines of his briefs.

You take your time with him, helping his erection to grow gently, with slow, long strokes from his base to the flared tip, fondling his heavy balls with your free hand, your teeth worrying the soft skin of his nape.

He’s so warm under your skin, his manhood leaking precome steadily on your fingers, his moans music to your ears now that you’re stroking him faster and faster, his strong hips pumping steadily to follow the punishing rhythm you’re imposed him.

“Love!” He groans, after a vicious stroke. “I’m…”

“Come for me John. Make a mess.”

He tenses in your arms, heels digging in the plush carpet as pleasure builds and builds in his gut, his nerves screaming with it, his hands grabbing at your skin desperately, leaving bruises he will kiss, scratching and kneading, moans and curses spilling until pleasure overtakes him, his seed splashing against his belly and your fingers.

“I love you so much, John.” You murmur, helping him ride the last shock waves of his orgasm, milking his cock until his hand grabs your wrist.

He’s panting in your arms, body still shivering, heart beating violently in his chest: you’re going to be the death of him.

His head turns when he hears you licking your fingers and palm clean from his seed, your lips sinfully sucking on your fingers with filthy moans that go straight to his cock.

“Take your clothes off.” He growls.

“Yes, daddy.” You giggle, sliding from behind his burly body.

You make a short work of the dress and your underwear, standing naked in front of him; you feel a special kind of pleasure at being naked while he’s still dressed, long legs spread and arms on the backrest.

He’s devouring you with his eyes, hunger burning wildly now that he’s taken the edge off.

He doesn’t have to ask you to kneel, you do it as if it’s your natural state to be between his legs, tongue busy with cleaning him, kissing his hardening length into fullness again, throat open to receive him.

“Come up here.”

His hand in your hair pulls you up, until you straddle him, wet cunt enveloping his erection.

“I need to feel you.” You beg, drunk already on the pleasure of his head sliding against your swollen clit. “So bad daddy please!”

He has to manhandle your squirming hips until he can impale your body on his cock, molding your hungry cunt around himself, until he can bottom out inside of you, him grunting and you keening like a wounded beast.

“Don’t” You beg when he pushes inside of you. “Let me feel you, please.”

His hands travel to your face, his roughened palms cupping your cheeks to stare into your eyes.

“You tell me when you want me to move, love. Shh, don’t fret. Shh, I’m here.”

His thick arms curl around your trembling body, his lips on the crown of your head to soothe you before you wound yourself up too much.

His voice is deep and calming, like liquor pouring down your throat. It cancels all your needs, your fears of the past weeks; only the gravelly nonsense he’s murmuring in your ear has a place to exist in this bubble, the calloused skin of his hands on the silk of your back tethering you back to him, to the present, where his lips find your collarbone to kiss and nibble and lick, to mark you as his.

“I missed you.”

Tears flow down your cheeks, you’re raw nerves now that your body has wrestled control away from your brain and has thrown to the wind all the reassurances you kept repeating to yourself while John was away.

“I’m here.” He murmurs against your skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“John!”

Your hands find his short hair to pull his head back and slant your lips on his, the kiss desperate and deep, filthy and wet with the salt of your tears.

On him you grind, his fingers tight on the fat of your hips to help you move, faster and faster against his body, clit brushing against the thick air around his base, choking on your words with every clench of your cunt around his cock.

“There! There!” You scream. “Please!”

You fuck yourself on him as if possessed, his cock head presses against your G spot relentlessly, pushing and pushing, throwing you into the depths of pleasure when your body stiffens in his embrace, muscles wounding so tightly around his cock that he comes inside of you, thick sprouts against your battered walls, until he’s spent inside of you.

You’re still trembling in his arms, wet face hidden in the curve of his neck; he doesn’t force you to look at him, he shifts your bodies so that he can hold you tighter, grounding you back into yourself.

“You with me?”

Your try to burrow closer to him, to breathe him in until all you can feel is him.

“Yes.” Your voice sounds small and muffled. “I don’t know what happened. That wasn’t the direction I had in mind.”

He kisses the crown of your head again, until you sit back on his thighs and he can see your wet face.

“I have no idea of what has gotten into me. I was scared, all of a sudden, afraid you would disappear.” You bite your lower lip, face turning to the side. “Jesus John, I’m so stupid!”

“No, you’re not!”

His hands are on your face again, sure they wipe away your tears while guilt nags at him.

When he was on his own it was easier to leave, sometimes for months, he didn’t have someone to go back to, someone who had to bear the weight of his deployment as well; he comes back saddled with all he has to do to keep this world safe, but you have to deal with his absence and what it does to yourself.

Swiftly, without jostling you off your perch, he removes his shirt to wrestle you into it, hoping his smell would help you settle.

“Have you been going to the meetings for the spouses?”

You know what he’s talking about, those hours spent with other wives and husbands and partners of deployed soldiers, simply opening up about your complicated feelings and nagging fears when your loved ones are away.

“I have been going, and it helped. I just…”

Your eyes land on his dog tags half hidden by the furry hair on his chest: all his basic information are there, but he’s so much more than that.

“Let’s get you a shower.”

You know John is strong, that his muscles aren’t for show, but you can’t help the yelp that leaves your lips when he stands up with your legs around his waist and your arms by his neck.

“John! You back!”

“My back has never been better, love.” He winks.

His chest hair are so soft against your front, his hands so strong and secure under your arse; you giggle a little when his fingers start massaging your cheeks, kneading the fat with a pleased hum.

He sits you on the small space next to the sink to open the water in the shower and then he disappears, leaving you questioning what the hell is your husband doing.

He pops back keeping one hand behind his back and motions you to stay silent when you try to ask him what is going on.

“Do you trust me?”

Oh, you shouldn’t fall for the amused glint in his eyes and the way his crow’s feet show, now that he’s smiling.

“John…”

“Close your eyes.”

You don’t know what his plan is, what you’re certain is that he’s trying to cheer you up and your heart is swelling with all the love you feel for him.

You feel and hear his hands rucking the shirt off your body, his fingers steady around one arm to help you navigate the small space to the warm stream.

“Are you going to join me?”

“Just a second, love.”

More rustling as you imagine him getting rid of his remaining clothes; he groans when the warm water hits his skin, the sound so low and primal flies to your cunt.

Then you smell it.

Too sugary, so sweet your nose tickles with it.

“You’re going to stink like that for days!”

John smiles.

“And so will you.”

The blasted shower gel banished to the guest’s bathroom!

John is happy to smell like a full bakery just to make you laugh has you hug him and cover his face with kisses.

“You’re so silly, John!”

“And yours. Never forget that.”

#john price x reader #john price x y/n #john price #cod x reader #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic

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luveline · 1 year ago

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If we're still doing dad thoughts- I'm always thinking about kbd!Steve and how wonderful he is. The whole family sitting cosy in the living room and Steve just giving his family heart eyes because he loves them all so much 🥹🥹

thank you for requesting <3 kisses before dinner au, mom!reader

Steve lets out a sigh of content. He feels like a kitten falling asleep over a bowl of cream, or a little boy the night after Christmas. He feels content, in every sense of the word. He had no idea he could feel this happy doing nothing.

You’re on your stomach. Finally home from work and with no chores left to do, you’ve stretched out the big green puzzle rug and unboxed Avery’s newest one thousand piece jigsaw. The edges are coming together slowly, the constant plink of pieces as you sort through them colour by colour lulling rather than grating. Avery lies opposite you in the same position. She might be Steve’s physical replicant, but she’s your copy now. She’s even perched her hand in her chin the same way you have, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips in concentration.

Wren is awake yet perfectly happy in Steve’s lap. She’s had enough cooing for this evening, babbling as the cartoon mermaids on the TV begin to sing a big musical number. Dove sings along, nestled under Steve’s arm. Many of the words are foreign to her. She swaps them out for nonsense sounds.

Bethie sits on one of Steve’s socked feet eating pretzels and clapping when the cartoon sea creatures clap, her hair tickling Steve’s knees whenever she moves. It’s the calmest night you’ve had for a while. What’s better is that, besides you and Avery, everybody’s had a bath, and so all that’s left to do tonight is have dinner and go to bed.

You’ll wait until the morning to shower, decked out in your pyjamas, Avery’s hair swept into a protective style to prevent any tangles or knots.

He can’t really put his finger on why he feels so happy. Perhaps it’s because, at the end of the day, this is everything he’s ever wanted. He doesn’t need the finer things or even the moderately good things, but he has them. He has a nice, clean home (though it’s fit to bursting now with the newest arrival). He has a wife who he loves, and who loves him. He has his four daughters, their pet fish, and a best friend four streets away who he can see whenever. It’s more than he ever thought he’d get, once.

“Dad,” Bethie whispers.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, voice filled with a mischievousness that makes Bethie smile.

“Why are you smiling?”

You turn to look at him. “You are smiling. What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” he insists.

Dove turns under his arm. Her toddler face is pretty much identical to her baby face, the only difference being her mouth full of baby teeth that she hasn’t quite mastered talking around yet. “You are smiling,” she says, like this is a problem to be solved.

“What’s so bad about that?” he asks. “It’s a good thing, smiling. You guys should try it sometimes.”

Predictably, every girl looking at him is immediately glaring at him. Well, for a moment, but then Bethie cracks and smiles shyly. “I smile all the time,” she argues.

“You do. Not my cranky pants,” he says, giving Dove a gentle shake. “We don’t like smiling, do we?”

Dove, despite herself, grins at her dad’s affection. Maybe she’s forgotten you’re home, but she wraps her arm around Steve, careful of Wren’s face, and smiles into his shirt. “No,” she says. “We don’t.”

He kisses her head, sharing a private look with you from over it.

Avery doesn’t glance away from her puzzle. “I love smiling.”

“You’re so good at it, that’s why,” you say. Steve hums his agreement.

“Yeah, you’re beautiful!” Bethie says.

Avery pulls her head up, then. “Thank you,” she says, sounding surprised and delighted at once. “You’re beautiful too, Beth!”

“I’m pretty like mom.”

“And I’m like dad,” Avery says, nodding. She smiles exactly like Steve would as she says it, driving her point home efficiently. Her lips curve up and her almond eyes thin, sparkling with love as she looks between Bethie and Steve.

“We’re handsome,” Steve says.

“Handsomely beautiful,” you say. “Ave, did you know handsome used to be a word only said about girls?”

Avery shakes her head as you delve into an explanation. Bethie crawls to the jigsaw circle to listen.

“You’re handsome,” Steve says into Dove’s forehead.

“I am beautiful.”

“Yes, you are. You’re all so pretty, ‘cos you get your good looks from me.” He laughs. “And a little bit from your mommy, too. Mostly from me.”

Dove hears the laughter and it catches like a yawn, her giggles peeling as she falls backwards away from him and into her nest of pillows and blankets. “You’re happy,” she says with a big smile.

“I’m so happy I could cry,” he says. He grabs one of feet to squeeze her toes. “But I’m getting sick of the mermaids, honey. Can we watch something else after this? Maybe something with real people?”

“Maybe.” With Dove, maybe tends to mean no.

He shrugs, adjusting the arm that secures Wren to his stomach carefully. She’s peering up at him curiously. “I can’t win them all, can I?” he asks her softly.

She smiles and gurgles something unintelligible.

“No, you’re right. It’s just mermaids. We’ll live.”

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(Weeps) I had so much written out the first time that Tumblr chucked me outta the app 😭 I hope it doesn’t mess with it again. OTL Also I apologize for typing a lot! You being a fellow Invincible fan AND liking (bottom) male reader, too? You ignited my yapper lol

(Cracks knuckles) Aight, I fully believe that Omni-Mark is all for an ownership kink. That dude is HEAVILY into collaring 24/7. ❤️

Mark giving his BF/sub a lovely collar (or maybe a necklace to be more discreet - they could switch it up between it being an actual collar and a necklace, depending on if they’re at home or in public), and Mark wears a matching bracelet. They could’ve also had a ceremony for themselves. 👀 His BF could’ve been the one to offer the idea, wanting to submit to him~. Not exactly giving Mark “control” per se, but surrendering to him. He trusts him to let Mark make every decision for him, to ease the weight of choices off his BF’s shoulders and lead him.

Ugh, I love the communication, the respect, and the trust that comes with collaring. 🥰

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the dom/sub play in the bedroom (A LOT), but I also adore the stuff outside of it, of it mingling with their normal life. Like, Mark gives his BF/sub a routine to follow (that they both agreed on before going further into initiating into their [technically] new life): his BF wearing the clothes that Mark lays out everyday, Mark preferring to being called “Sir” or “Master” when it’s just them, his BF having his meals prepped that he must eat, Mark making him get rid of unhealthy habits (e.g. adding more healthy foods to his diet, suggesting he needs to sleep more [then once his BF starts making that first step on his own, Mark tries to slowly ease him into a sleep schedule that hopefully and eventually gets added to their mutual agreement of rules], ect), the home being clean when Mark gets back (if they live under the same roof, his BF awaiting at the door before Mark walks in to greet him (perhaps his BF is standing or kneeling 👀).

His BF LOVES rewards. When his BF has been a good boy, Mark pets him and calls him a “good boy” or “my good boy,” and other praises. It’s fast and easy, and something his BF truly relishes. Other rewards can range from Mark permitting his BF to choose an activity for them, such as going to the movies, picking out a movie, or just going out in general anywhere together to have fun. Maybe he asks Mark to even fly them somewhere in the world since that’s easily within Mark’s capabilities. Another can be that Mark bathes his BF. Sometimes, he does this for himself because his BF belongs to him, and Mark believes that part of taking proper care of what he owns is to ensure that’s it’s clean and in proper order, and that includes his BF. These things aren’t ALWAYS rewards, but they often can be. Other rewards can be an extra hour to read, watch TV, play games. Gifting him treats/gifts - Mark usually picks them up all around the world and has them stored away to give. Cuddling. He takes over one of his BF’s usual chores. He fucks his BF in the best way he likes it, for ever how long his BF wants it (that Viltrumite endurance comes in great handy ☝️).

Maybe there’s days when his BF is unable to follow certain rules, and it could range from feeling sick or not doing well emotionally or mentally. In that case, Mark would, ofc, give no punishment whatsoever. He’ll tend to him and take care of him until he feels better. That’s all that matters. 🥹

Theeen, there may be days that his BF purposefully breaks the rules. Him not wearing the shirt Mark laid out? Not putting back Mark’s stuff (collectibles, comics) exactly the way it was after his BF got done borrowing them? Going somewhere without telling Mark first and getting approved? His BF sometimes just wants to see how much he can get away with before his dom cracks that calculating tough guy exterior he always has on.

Mark has him explain (usually in writing) why he disobeyed, in detail. Mark asks that his BF takes time, reflecting on his actions to determine exactly what motivated him, including motivations his BF weren't aware of. Mark discusses this with him and provides his own input because he often notice things his BF doesn’t.

However, if he sees that his BF is continuing to misbehave, he’ll punish him severely on the spot. Mark will get him really gagging for it, spank him, vibe him, specially when he is restrained, put nipple clamps on him, put the wand on his dick. Get him into a situation where his BF is bouncing off the ceiling with lust. Then Mark walks away. It’s evil, but effective, and it always has his BF pleading his apologies and begging for Mark before it’s even over. Later on, his BF can be seen kneeling in front of Mark while he’s sitting down, his head in his thigh, begging for forgiveness and to allow Mark to touch himself. Mark doesn’t let him for that rest of the day.

Omg I loved reading all of this!! I’m here for all the headcanons and rants 😭

Honestly, I feel like Omni-Mark is such a soft dom—he’s got that serious, no-nonsense exterior, but he completely melts for his person. The dynamic you described is so good, and you explained it so well hehe. You’ve definitely got me thinking now too 🤭

#everyone should read this #ask #anon ask #omni mark x male reader #male reader #mark grayson headcanon

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