#it just takes one day of suffering to get relief from my usual struggling

[juletheghoul]

unclean

a/n: Honestly, you can blame my period for this one. I took a huge liberty because usually women on their periods in this time weren't treated the way they should have been, also took an educated guess at forms of relief. This is un beta-ed, any mistakes are my own. Shout out to @foli-vora for losing her mind with me, thanks my love! 🩷Hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus not being a little bitch about periods, creampie, blood & mess lets be real, boob worship, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.4k

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The wince came without your permission, your face twisting in discomfort as you poured his wine, pausing for a moment to steady yourself; thankfully without spilling a drop.

“Are you hurt, girl?” You unclench your eyes and find him staring at you with a frown, no doubt confused by your expression. 

“Apologies Dominus, it is nothing.” You bow your head but hiss nonetheless and he puts down the bread. 

“Answer me truthfully girl, what pains you?” His eyes are intent and for a moment you cannot tell if it is annoyance or worry that twists his features. Heat rushes to your face, men usually don’t take the news well when they are reminded of the troubles of the opposite sex. You fidget, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth while you gather your wits. 

“It is just, my blood will flow soon Dominus. Sometimes the pain precedes it.” You bow your head and stare at the floor by his feet, gearing up for the usual responses you’d get from the men you’ve served, anger, or disgust. He says nothing, but when you look up he nods once. “I will retreat to my chambers soon. I will send someone else to tend to you if it pleases you, Dominus.” 

“I require nothing further, you may tend to your needs.” He dismisses you gracefully, much more so than any other you’ve served and it’s as though a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

The blood does not dull the pain. 

Hours after confessing to your Dominus, you can do nothing more than curl up in your bed, and suffer in silence. One of the older women had boiled some water for you to dip a flat stone, place it on your belly for relief and it had worked wonders for a time but both the water and the stone had gone cold ages ago. All that was left to do was grit your teeth and bear it. 

You cannot help but crave him even more, with the blood flowing, your lower back and breasts aching, and your insides twisting, the pleasure of his cock seemed like the miracle that could cure you. Men didn’t do that though, women all knew it was nothing more than what the female body did, but men–society deemed it unclean. And so you had to endure, without the relief of his body or his gift. Still, you couldn’t help but be grateful for him, he did not protest to the women in his service sequestering themselves until it passed. He did not ask questions, he did not balk at the talk of pain. 

The first day passed, and the second found you in more agony. The second was the worst for you, when the blood was the heaviest, and the discomfort grew nearly unbearable. 

The women brought you hot soups and wine warmed with spices, boiled water for the stone and clean rags for the mess. You thanked them, with tears in your eyes and they nodded and left you to your misery. You slept when you could, but when the night came, sleep had become a stranger, and all you could do was pray to all of the Gods to either take the pain, or take your life. 

Your door opened late into the night and you thought one of the women had brought more hot water but it was him, your Dominus, standing at the threshold to your modest chamber bathed in soft candlelight and shadow.

“Dominus-” You struggled, moving to stand too quickly and falling back to sit on your bed. “Apologies Dominus, what-” He held up his hands to forestall your speech. 

“Peace, girl, I am not here to ask anything of you.” He came in and closed the door, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “I heard one of the women speaking about you, she said you were suffering a great deal.” 

“I am well, Dominus.” You could barely keep the grimace off your face.

“Do not lie to me, girl, I can see the agony.” He approached slowly, he’d already prepared for bed and wore a simple tunic. “I have heard it said that pleasure often eases the pain, but I will not force the issue if you do not desire it.” You stared up at him, confusion creeping into your pain-addled mind. He stood, staring at you, for all intents and purposes a gift from the Gods in himself. “Would you like me to help you?” 

“I– but you are not… the blood does not bother you, Dominus? I am unclean–” He raised his arms once more, a frown arranged on his features. 

“Blood has never bothered me, girl.” You droop with relief, tears springing to your eyes and an altogether different ache building between your legs. “You need it don’t you, you need me to take the pain away, hm?” He speaks softly again and all you can do is nod, pitifully. He stands before you, taking in the unruly state of you and for a moment you think you can almost see a soft affection on his face. His thumb swipes against the plump of your lower lip softly, “How do you desire it? Soft? With kisses and gentle touches?” he holds your chin between his pinched fingers, tilting your face up to gaze into his dark eyes, “Or do you desire it more forceful? How do you need me to fuck you?” 

Tears well, and you’re not sure if it’s the softness in his voice or the relief so clearly visible on the horizon, but you swallow around the lump of gratitude in your throat. “I want it all, Dominus,” you hold onto his forearm, afraid that if you don’t make contact with him, he might evaporate like dew in the morning. “I want kisses, and gentle touches but I want force as well, I need your gift to ease the pain.” 

“And you shall have it, my brave girl.” He reaches down, carefully pulling your tunic up and off and your nipples harden almost painfully. He slips his hand down, palming your breast softly, “Do they hurt too much for my attention?” soft as a breeze, his thumb strums at the sensitive tip of your breast and you bite your lip. 

“They ache, but I do not wish for you to stop.” You bring his other hand to your other breast, sighing at the tenderness in his touch. 

“I will be mindful.” He pulls away for a moment to undress and the sight of his cock standing at full mast is enough to make you whimper. “Patience, girl. You will have it soon enough, as deep as I can get.” You nod, but all at once you realize where you are. 

“You wish to have me here? My bed is not as lush as yours-” He sees slight embarrassment on your face and he waves it away. 

“This is my house, girl, I will have you where I please.”

You move back with a wince and he follows, discarding the soiled rag tucked between your legs without so much as a flinch and whatever feelings of devotion, of loyalty or possibly obsession you have for him grow to greater and greater strength. He settles between your spread thighs and just the warm heft of him is soothing, the heat of his skin on your belly, the heavy press of his cock on your sex like a balm. 

Wordlessly he presses his lips to yours, soft, and then not so soft and his tongue explores your mouth, he tastes of wine and dark ripe fruit and you cannot help but wrap your arms around his neck, thread your fingers through his thick waves and whimper. His lips travel, mapping out their course across your skin, down the column of your neck, the base of your throat until he takes your breast in gentle hand and licks at the peak and the moan escapes your lips without your leave. He moves to the other and showers it with the same affection, both breasts shiny with his spit and your cunt melts for him like frost in the face of the sun. You can feel the way he coats himself in your want, his cock slipping between the lips of your sex. He continues to worship your breasts, licking soft like a kitten, and then sucking the tip into his mouth until you cannot take it anymore. 

“Please Dominus,” Your voice breaks when he lets go of your nipple with a pop, enjoying the way you writhe underneath him. “I need it, I need your cock.” He kisses at your breast again before slipping his hand down, and finally slipping into the wet clutch of your cunt. “Gods above, yes, yes yes, please Dominus-” You’re breathless, the feel of him is good enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“Yes, I know girl, I’m right here.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust and the moan you let out is obscene. “This little cunt is going to behave for me, isn’t it?” His lips barely touch yours, speaking the words into your mouth; his words, his rhythm making you drip onto the fabric below. The sounds between your legs are vulgar, wet and far more appealing than any music in the world, but it is not enough. You let out a whine, pitiful and painful and he frowns. “Is it not enough?” There is no anger, only the quest for truth in his tone and you shake your head, heartbroken and shaking with need. He pulls away, and you let out a cry of anguish and clutch to him, if he left you like this you don’t think you’d survive. “Peace, girl. We will change our positioning so I can give it to you how you need it.” 

When he pulls away, your eyes widen in shock and horror. Your blood has smeared all over him, his cock, his groin, spreading up almost to his belly, it collects at the mouth of your cunt and when you look down it is all over your inner thighs, the scene looking more like a battle than a bedding. He shakes his head, raising a hand to stop the apology before it is given. 

“This does not frighten me, girl. This is not the first time I have been covered in the blood of another, and it will not be the last. Turn around, I would have you on your hands and knees.” You nod, and with a wince you rush to comply, presenting your backside to him and within a moment he has pulled your hips back to meet his, his cock entering you with no resistance and from this angle he knocks the wind out of you. “There it is, this is the answer, yes?” He thrusts again forcefully and a sound you’ve never heard comes out of your mouth, a dark, wanton noise and it only proves him right. 

“Yes Dominus, please, like this–” you don’t finish your sentence because he pulls back and punches forward again with enough force to rock your bed. Your head drops, your back arching and he sets a brutal pace. Tears slip out from the corners of your eyes, trapped between where your face presses against the back of your forearms and you think for a moment that nothing has ever felt better. 

He grunts, and for a handful of minutes the only sounds are your combined heavy breathing, the wet squelch between your legs, and the rhythmic rocking of your bed. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips hard enough to bruise but it matters not, the pleasure is too great, the relief of his cock is a sign that the Gods are real and that they have sent him to you. 

You reach underneath, gasping at the feel of your cunt spread wide to take him and at just how wet you are. The engorged little pearl of your pleasure begs for attention, and you cannot deny it. With a handful of swirls you seize up, screaming through your climax and he groans as the fist of your cunt squeezes him tight, making him slow slightly but he doesn’t stop. Your knees give out for a moment but he doesn’t let you falter. 

“I am not finished with you yet, this little cunt will take what I give her.” His grip tightens and he lifts you back up into position. Fucking you through your flutters, “You will give me another, girl, you will squeeze my cock again, only then will I give you my gift.” He’s breathless, maneuvering his hand around to reach between your legs while he drapes himself against your back. His fingers manipulate you rougher than you did, forcing another climax out of you while his hips drive his cock deep enough to kiss your womb. 

The second climax is more intense and lasts longer and the force of it milks him dry. You feel him empty himself with a punched-out groan, collapsing onto you once his cock twitches for the last time. 

Everything is silent, and for a moment, you think you might have gone onto the afterlife but then he shifts and you take a deep, steadying breath. The relaxation is so great you are afraid to move, afraid that any engagement of your muscles might result in the pain returning and so you stay still as he pulls out. You will clean once he is gone but he shocks you again when you feel a cool cloth on the skin of your backside. 

“Dominus, I can–” You turn your head to him slowly but he shakes his head. The tenderness in his hands not reaching his face. 

“Silence, girl.” He says nothing else, but dips the cloth into the basin of water again and rings it out, cleansing the mess between your legs silently. “I expect you to let me know the next time you are in pain.” Once he is satisfied with his task, he dips the cloth again, and uses it on himself and there is something about seeing him do this that is unnatural, you cannot help but stare. He is quick; utilitarian. 

He drops the used cloth back into the basin, grabs his tunic and slips out of your room without so much as a glance but it matters not, you are asleep before he shuts the door.

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[stxneflxwers]

avolition.

⋯⁂ summary. suffering from a particular problem, some days you just couldn't care less what goes on—surrendering to your mind's desire for peace.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet post here; so im not really worried about small grammar errors, word count, formatting, or what have you. i've been struggling with avolition lately (in which i mean my ass is getting OBLITERATED.) and if u need more info on what avolition is, i can give a VERY quick rundown: "Avolition is a total lack of motivation that makes it hard to get anything done. You can't start or finish even simple, everyday tasks."

⋯⁂ characters. neuvillette. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. reader suffers from a disorder that has avolition (lack of motivation.) reader is going to display a lot of apathy toward life. neuvi biggest sweetheart ever, even when he's away. hurt/comfort.

neuvillette.

life isn't so easy, everyone knows this. but some days are even harder than others, to the point they pass slowly and painfully. and lately, it's felt like forever since you've managed to get through a day without too much struggle.

neuvillette quickly realizes this.

he's also doing his best to support you, even while away from home. he'll send a melusine or two to go periodically check up on you. he knows you'll forget to eat and drink otherwise.

what he didn't expect is the day when he returned from his office around dinner time, much earlier than usual.

all of the lights in the home were off, much to his surprise. usually you'd leave a light on, should have you been up and about. he hadn't sent a melusine today to check up on you around lunchtime since you told him you were feeling fine.

it finally dawns on him that what you said was possibly a lie. or maybe misguided hope? he's not really sure which it is. and to be frank, he doesn't even care which it was at the moment.

he quickly puts his things away and takes his coat off, almost haphazardly dropping it to the floor instead of hanging it up on the coat rack. his hands tremble and so do his breaths, but he does his best to remain as calm as a stormless day. even when it starts raining outside from his uptick in stress alone.

he takes big yet quiet strides to the bedroom, where he finds you still in bed—staring off into space.

he sighs in relief when he notices your steady but shallow breathing causing your body to rise and fall. why he assumed the worst is beyond him, he simply did without a second thought.

when you seemingly don't notice him, his brows furrow and his frown tightens. he's not too sure what to do or what to say. and yet again, without a second thought, he approaches you,

"my dear?" he mutters, voice on the verge of shattering under the weight of seeing you so helpless.

you don't respond. totally nonverbal.

but, at least, you glance at him—even though your eyes are lightless, he's so happy to have you acknowledge him in this moment. he smiles a little from it as he slips his arms around you, cradling you carefully. he rests his head against the flat of your chest, letting out a long sigh.

"oh, how you worry me..." he mumbles, almost sleepily, "i love you very much. but i do understand that today is harder for you. therefore, i will not scold you. nor would i at any other point." he reassures, his voice soft and sweet as one of fontaine's infamous cakes.

your lips twitch a little, threatening to break out into a smile. even your eyes soften, laden with relief. heart filling with love, you begin to feel a little bit more rejuvenated,

"i...love you too..."

[bachissidehoe]

𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 [𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲!𝗔𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿]

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗮 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝘄.𝗰. 𝟮𝟬𝟲𝟲

Y/n has been told countless times that the longer she resists her heats, the more intense they’ll become. Hybrids are still a fairly new species to enter the living world (they’ve existed of course, but have been hidden from civilization), so there still isn’t enough research to understand how they’re biologically different from humans, and how to treat them.

One of these blatant phenomena that are not well understood are, in fact, their heats. The only thing y/n can do since she started getting them is listen to the advice of other hybrids- no medications, no treatments, the only options she has are to find someone to help her take care of it, or to tough it out. For years, her choice had been to tough it out.

After all, what else is she supposed to do? Though hybrids have joined civilization, they aren’t exactly well understood or accepted. Plus, only female hybrids exist, so it’s not like y/n can proposition a male of her kind to help her relieve some of these symptoms.

And fuck, the symptoms. Instability, heavy breathing, the throbbing in her thighs and lower region, constant arousal, headaches, trouble eating and sleeping- the list goes on. With every heat, it’s gotten more intense, demanding of her attention, and much longer. At first, it would only be bad for a couple of hours, but now, it’s been days of suffering. Closing in on a week. It’s getting more and more impossible to wait it out in her room alone. Nothing helps, nothing even provides a few minutes of relief anymore.

Which is where she finds herself now, mindlessly wandering through back alleys in the pouring rain, hoping that some form of fresh air, a sensation that isn’t just an overwhelming desire to be bred, will be enough to convince her body that it’s done with this and just give up.

But then what? What about next time it happens?

“Ughhhh…” she sighs, groaning at the muddy path as she shakily walks. Her long, usually fluffy cat tail hangs between her legs, soaking wet. In fact, her entire body is soaked from ear to toe, almost matching the way her panties have felt all week.

Her catlike reflexes are slowed, so slowed that she can’t even react in time when she feels the presence of another person creeping closer to her. Her soppy cat ears twitch, but she can’t react at all, only turning her head in time to see a pair of glowing red eyes charging toward her, forcing her into the back of a building at top speed.

She can’t fight, not in this state. She can only mewl and whine, taking in the choppy, blurry scene of a figure- a man- towering over her, forcing her head to the side as he holds her frail body against the brick wall, his sharp fangs jutting out from his open mouth.

Actually, this isn’t a man at all. This is a vampire.

In that moment, y/n ponders the idea that it won’t be so bad to die, as long as he kills her instead of turning her into a vampire herself. Who knows if she’ll still be in heat as a vampire, she’d rather die than continue to experience this.

But in the immediate next moment, she feels just a slight touch from the prominent bulge in the vampire’s pants pressed against her body, enough to send a shiver down her spine. That sensation is enough for her brain to conjure up a different perspective. She needs it. More than life, more than death.

“Wait! Vampire-“ she whines, making a brief attempt to struggle as she sees his sharp teeth closing in on her. It’s dark out, but those eyes of his nearly blind her. “Please- I can offer you my blood, don’t kill me!” She rushes through the words, hoping it gives her enough time.

To her surprise, the vampire pulls his head back, but doesn’t release his grip on her. His legs still hold her in place, which means that bulge in his crotch does too.

She gulps. “I can give you my blood- whenever you want!”

It’s well known that vampires struggle to keep a healthy supply of blood, forcing them to often kill for it instead. Some vampires hire blood donors, but human donors tend not to be able to keep up with the demands, meaning they often end up dying as well. Hybrids, however, don’t have that problem, as they’re often much stronger and capable than humans. To vampires, hybrid blood is the most valuable.

“I just ask- that you don’t kill me. Please, fuck me instead and you can drink from me whenever you want!” She whines.

The vampire pauses. “What.” He says, his glowing eyes fading into a gray color, his fangs disappearing back into his mouth.

Apparently, her request was shocking enough that the vampire lost his hostility.

“I’ll live with you, I’ll, mmmh~” she moans, his body against hers still causing her heat symptoms to reach overdrive. “I just need it so bad, please.” She begs.

“Oh. I see.” The vampire holds his position. “You’re a hybrid. What a good find.”

Vampires and hybrids don’t often encounter each other, especially since vampires operate at night, while hybrids operate during the day. It’s quite rare for a hybrid like y/n to be exploring the dangerous city streets at night.

“Please, fuck me, and I’ll let you drink however-“

“Shh.” The vampire places a finger over her mouth. Another shock wave radiates through her body. “You know how loud you’re being?” He scolds her.

Now that her cat eyes have adjusted to the darkness, she can fully process that this vampire- is gorgeous. A young man with long black hair, silver at the ends, wearing a long black trench coat. And his body, his hands- she can’t help but writhe against him, her hips jutting into him on their own.

“I need~” She whines, quieter this time, pathetically pleading with him to at least consider her proposition.

“Come with me.” He turns around, completely releasing contact, much to y/n’s dismay. And he starts walking away, his hands behind his back.

She stands, confused.

“I said, follow me.” He says again, more sternly this time.

“O-okay.” She obeys, shakily walking behind him like a prisoner, her legs trodding through the mud even though at this point it’s hard for her to walk at all.

She follows him to a mansion, her entire body trembling and shaking the entire walk there. All the while, she missed his touch. The only thing she could think about was how beautiful he is, how badly she wants him to touch her again.

“You are in heat so bad I’m surprised I couldn’t smell it over the rain. No wonder I subconsciously ended up in that very spot.” He speaks, leading her into a large bedroom. But he sounds like he’s just talking to himself.

“Thank you for not killing me, um, sir-“

“It’s Akutagawa.”

“Akutagawa.” She repeats, her soaking wet clothes still sloshing as she rocks back and forth. It’s enough for her tired body to even stand at this point.

“Now, you needed something from me?” He asks stepping toward her again.

His voice sounds angry, perhaps he brought her here to kill her after all.

“Um…”

“Something about me taking your blood as long as I- hm what was it?”

Y/n swears she can see the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.

“Fuck me.” She says.

“Oh, right, that was it.” He lunges forward, using his speed to push her into the bed before she even realizes. And in seconds, her wet clothes are discarded off to the side. “You’re actually a pretty kitty.” He says, sliding her panties down her thighs.

“Please~” She whines again. She can feel the juices coating her thighs, the cool air of the room making it even more obvious to her how badly she needs him.

“Needy kitty.” He slides a pale finger between her thighs, swiping through the wetness.

“Ah~!” She yelps, her body writhing from only a touch.

He stands back up, leaving her whining and pleading with a flush across her cheeks.

“Win-win for me. I’ll accept your proposition.” He sounds like he’s annoyed about it, like it’s such a hassle for him. But he undresses anyway, peeling his wet clothes off his body to reveal his gorgeous figure- and his hard, thick cock.

No wonder y/n could feel his soft bulge so prominently against that wall. She gulps.

Before she can process it, Akutagawa lurches forward, easily handling her weak body like she’s just a doll. She may as well be- she would be for him.

“That’s it, you’ll sit right here.” He coaxes her onto his needy cock, her back pressed against his pale chest.

She can’t help but moan aloud, nearly screaming from the relief washing over her.

“Quiet, cat.” He wraps his arm around her, covering her mouth with his hand, forcing her to mumble to herself as she slides down onto his thick shaft.

Her eyes roll back into her head, her breaths choppy as she chokes on her own moans. It’s like her body was created for this vampire, the way she molds her walls to the shape of his cock.

He uses his forceful hand over her mouth to tilt her head to the side, unapologetically plunging his fangs deep into her neck.

She whines, it hurts. But it hurts good.

Blood trickles down her shoulder and chest as he drinks his fill, letting her rock her hips into his twitching cock. Her ears remain limp against her hair, her soft tail resting against his chest as if she can trust him. But it’s too good, he’s filling her and taking from her at the same time.

Her mind goes blank as her vision gets blurry, light spots cascading through her sight as she holds onto consciousness. She can hear him sucking her neck, the gory sounds of her blood squishing, the beautiful noises of him swallowing gulp after gulp, his hot breath tickling her open wounds.

“Ah, mmmh~ !” She’s suddenly overcome with a different kind of pleasure the aphrodisiac of his teeth plunged through her skin finally overwhelming her senses. Her soaking pussy squeezes around him, flooding his shaft with her fluids as she cums, hard.

Her writhing causes him to cut her deeper, his teeth sliding through her skin, her blood splattering onto the sheets.

She shakes, her body unable to stay upright as the blood continues to spill, almost too much for her to remain conscious.

He finally releases his teeth, removing his hand from her mouth to place both on her hips. Blood covers his face and chin, but he peppers light kisses on her back anyway, leaving bloody little lip marks all over her.

“Gonna~” He grunts, sliding her barely conscious body up and down his twitching shaft. “Feel so much better…” He moans, her blood in his system making him even more powerful.

He can fuck her even harder now that he’s had his fill, bouncing her with a speed that may split her body in two.

She lets out repeated gasps, her eyes blurred with tears as she continues to fight for consciousness. She can only mewl and whine incoherent cat noises while he relentlessly pounds into her.

“Fuck-“ He spits, suddenly filling her tight little hole with a thick load of his white hot cum.

She feels instant relief, the feeling of being so full sending her hurdling toward a second orgasm herself, the feeling taking over her entire body.

And everything goes dark.

+++++

“Cat. You’re awake.” Akutagawa finally rips her out of her unconscious state. “Good. Thought I killed you.”

She blinks a few times, noticing she’s still on that same bed, lying comfortably on her back with a clean blanket over her still naked body.

“I cleaned you up. But you lost a lot of blood, so we’ll have to work on that.” He hovers over her, a few specs of blood still seen decorating the corners of his lips.

She grumbles. She feels so much better. “I can stay?” She rasps.

He nods. “Don’t get upset if I accidentally kill you.”

That statement should terrify her, but instead, her heart lurches with excitement.

[cookinguptales]

time to shill for Big Salt!!!

Okay, so like I said in my last post, I recently became a ~Vitassium Ambassador~, which is a fancy way of saying that I shilled for this company for free for so long that now they're paying me to do it.

In salt. Much like a deer.

Anyway.

Vitassium is SaltStick's line of products specifically for POTS, EDS, Cystic Fibrosis, Vasovagal Syncope, and other forms of autonomic dysfunction. Essentially speaking, SaltStick has been making electrolyte products for years, and when they realized that a lot of their patients buying them were doing it for medical reasons, they started doing research into creating products specifically for that purpose. And that's how the Vitassium line was born.

Vitassium generally has more salt and less magnesium/calcium/potassium than SaltStick's other electrolyte products, which is good if you need a lot of salt and you don't want to take too high a dose of the rest. Personally, I tend to use a mixture of both of their lines so I can get a little calcium/magnesium boost sometimes but more salt other times. (The amount of potassium is fairly similar in both lines, with a little more in the SaltStick line.)

Either way, it has a lot less sugar than Liquid IV, which I get sick off of due to sugar sensitivities. Like... *googles* 11g of sugar in Liquid IV vs. 2g of sugar in Vitassium, with the same amount of salt in each serving. I have to be pretty careful about my sugar intake, and I suppose I can't speak for everyone, but my stomach handles Vitassium a lot better than most of the other alternatives on the market.

So I've been using it for several years now and I'm really happy with their products! Like -- I may now officially be a shill for Big Salt, but I don't plan on lying or exaggerating anything here. I use their products every day, and sometimes that's the only way I can manage to take a shower.

(My fellow POTS/EDS-sufferers know, the shower struggle is real. lmao)

Anyway, they just sent me one of everything in their Vitassium line. They didn't actually ask me to show it off, but I'm doing it anyway because this is my blog and I cannot be stopped.

From left to right, we have a bottle of their electrolyte capsules (these are sugar-free extended-release salt pills with a bit of potassium added), both flavors of their electrolyte fastchews (chewable electrolyte candies that provide quick relief... think salty sweettarts), a cute bottle full of packets of their electrolyte drink mix, sample packs of the fastchews, and some stickers.

Personally, I mostly use the fastchews. I've tried salt capsules in the past and had some stomach upset, but now that they sent these to me for free, I guess I'll try them out again. The fastchews are basically sour candy full of salt lmao. (They also have about 2g of sugar per serving, just like the drink mix.) They really are effective, though, so I tend to take them as needed throughout the day.

I usually just keep a bottle of them in my purse, but the sample size bags are resealable and fit well in pockets, bags, etc. I'm happy that they sent me some little sample bags because now I can refill them, haha.

I used to just buy the normal SaltStick fastchews, and my go-to flavors in that line are orange, wild berry, and lemon-lime! I haven't tried the mango because I'm allergic, the peach is okay if very sour, the coconut pineapple is a nice piña colada taste but a little sweet for me, and I really hate the watermelon ones!

(Look, I promised to be honest with you. lmao)

The Vitassium fastchews are newer, and they only come in two flavors so far. I always buy the fruit punch because I despise artificial grape flavor. They just gave me a bunch of grape ones, so I tried them. Good for what they are, but I still hate grape.

(Do any of my chronically ill followers want these? lmk)

The drink mix is the newest Vitassium product! I like it quite a bit; the relief is quicker when you drink it vs. eat it, and speaking as someone who generally hates drink mixes, the flavor is pretty good.

I've tried both the fruit punch and the pink lemonade, and I think I prefer the pink lemonade. The flavor suits the salt a little better, imo, and I think weirdly it mixes a little better?

I usually buy the drink mix in the canisters because it's cheaper that way and produces less waste (the canister pictured there is one I already had) but the packets are very handy to keep in your bag. They're easy to tear open and even when you tear off the whole top, the opening is small enough that it pours smoothly into small-necked bottles. I like to put some ice in mine and shake it up.

(Side note: Vitassium has specifically designed all their packaging to be as easy to open and use as possible because they know that so many of their customers have arthritis, EDS, and other connective tissue disorders. Which, as someone with EDS, I truly appreciate.)

Finally, one thing I genuinely like about Vitassium is that they try to make their products as accessible as possible for their customers who use them for medical reasons. They have something called the Vitassium Club, which allows registered users who have a medical condition to get 25% off all their electrolyte products. You don't have to get a doctor's note or anything like that, just send in a quick online form and wait for them to change the status of your account.

That brings the cost of the product down considerably for the people who need it most, which is good because honestly? Electrolyte boosters add up fast when you need to consume that much salt every day.

Uhhhh, I think that's everything for now! If you have any questions, lmk! I'm fairly passionate about this kind of thing because when I was first diagnosed with POTS/EDS like... god, 15 years ago now, they didn't have anything like this. I remember struggling to develop a diet that worked for me with no one to teach me and honestly? That fucking sucked. I don't want anyone to be in that position.

So now here in 2023, I'm happy to pass on any chronic illness-related tips I have. Like drink Vitassium! And add salt while you're cooking, not at the end! The flavor will be less strong that way! And a packet of sugar-free hot cocoa mix will often have as much sodium in it as a bag of chips!

Stay salty, friends. 🧂💜😎

[hebuiltfive]

30 gentle prompts

13: "Lean on me."

John

Hellooooo! Thank you for the ask! This one fought me hard so I hope it reads okay and that it (kind of) fits the prompt!

(#13: Lean On Me from 30 Gentle Prompts)

Poolside

The pastels of dawn finally broke and gave way to the rising sun. Warm golden rays were cast down onto the island and, in the distance, above the crashing of the waves below, distinctive chatter of seabirds filled the morning air.

Having been so used to the silent solitude of orbit, by the cacophony of singing birds had woken John up early than usual. 

Not that he was complaining. One of the only things he missed about being earth-side was being one with nature. 

For a while, John remained laying in bed. With his eyelids closed, he listened to the symphony that was being played beyond his window in contentment. He could have stayed there all day but he eventually grew restless and pulled himself out from under his sheets.

So used to suiting up at a moment’s notice for his work, it took John very little time to get ready for the day. He was dressed and presentable within minutes. Before he left the solitude of his room, he grabbed one of his cameras; if he was up this early, he might as well take the opportunity to shoot some shots.

He traipsed down to the kitchen, being as quiet as his stumbling legs would allow him to be so he wouldn’t wake the rest of his family. A couple of his brothers, he knew, would already have been awake, but the rest of the household deserved all the rest they could get. It had been a difficult week readjusting Dad back into life back on Earth. The break they had requested from the GDF — or rather had asserted the organisation was going to be taking — had been desperately needed. 

John’s idea had been to grab a quick morning snack before heading out onto the peaks but, as he entered the kitchen and noticed the small figure sitting alone on the edge of the pool, John’s plan quickly changed.

He abandoned the idea of breakfast and stepped out onto the cool concrete of the patio. If the sun hadn’t yet risen and the darkness of night had still been reigning supreme, John might have mistaken him for Gordon. But, as the golden rays shone down onto Alan, they made him look like the kid he still barely was.

John quietly stood beside him. “Are you normally up this early?”

Alan, who had his pyjama bottoms rolled up to his knees so his feet could be dipped into the pool, gently shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Many-a-time had John struggled to wake Alan up, even during one of his naps in the middle of the day. When the kid was out, he was out, so the easy confession made John’s instincts kick in.

Alan not being able to sleep wasn’t normal.

Worried, but determined not to show it, John casually sat himself down beside Alan. His jean cuffs were rolled up to match his little brother’s so he too could dip his feet into the pool.

“Jesus, Alan! This water is freezing!”

“Sun hasn’t warmed it up yet.”

“That’s why the pool has a heating system, you know?”

Alan shrugged. “Seemed like a waste to put it on if it was just my feet in there. It’s okay, they’ve got used to the temperature now.”

Pulling himself back up to stand, John huffed. He didn’t want to calculate how long that meant Alan had been out there. He walked over to the controls, set the pool heater to a sensible temperature, and then made his way back to his brother. When he sat himself back down, he crossed his legs and avoided touching the pool until the water had warmed up.

“What kept you awake?”

Again, Alan shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Nightmares?” John carefully probed. It wouldn’t have been the first time Alan had suffered from night terrors.

To his initial relief, Alan shook his head. His lack of a further verbal response, however, had John still worrying. 

Trust me, he thought to himself. Let me in, Allie. 

He cast a glance over. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young Alan was. Their work with International Rescue had all of them pulling crazy stunts and impossible feats, and Alan made it all look so easy. Sometimes they were all guilty of forgetting that Alan was still technically just a kid. Recently graduating high school didn’t change any of that over-night.

John’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not worrying about college, are you?”

He had thought the idea had been ridiculous to even suggest. This was Alan he was talking to. The kid would not only get the best pick of schools but he was also incredibly capable of doing anything he set his mind to.

The way Alan froze at his question, however, seemed to suggest that John had accidentally hit the nail on the head.

“Really? You know you have nothing to worry about there.” John continued, but when his brother still didn’t give him an answer, he coaxed, “Alan, come on. Talk to me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a moment, John wasn’t sure whether Alan was going to say anything ever again. His blue eyes were fixed on a lone canary coloured float that was drifting at the far end of the pool.

“Nothing’s going— My mind isn’t— I’m just…” Alan sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t know.”

“That’s useful.”

John’s dry sarcasm was unusually welcomed by his younger brother, who cracked a small smile.

“Is it about choosing the college? Or the major? Or about making friends? Because, you do know that you will excel at all of that, regardless of anything that’s thrown in your way, right?”

Alan’s head shook. “No. No, it’s none of that.”

“Then what is it? Surely nothing is worse than those things. Are you worried about living away from home? Or—” 

“It’s Dad.”

John stopped mid-sentence and watched as his brother inhaled sharply.

“Dad?”

Alan’s fingers picked nervously at the hem of his pyjama shirt. A thread that had come loose was in danger of being completely pulled out. “Well, not Dad himself… It’s my… I don’t know. Maybe it is…”

Without checking the temperature, John dangled his legs over the edge of the pool once again so he could more easily shuffle closer to his younger brother. He was thankful the water had begun to heat up nicely so his feet didn’t freeze this time around. John placed his camera down beside him and gently took Alan’s hands in his in a feeble attempt to save the pyjama top from further destruction.

“Having Dad home is great, that’s not what I’m trying to say, by the way.” Alan quickly blurted out. “But, up until now, he was always, like, a figment of my imagination. He wasn’t real. There was no-one that I needed to impress, you know? I mean, other than Scott but… Scotty’s different. Dad’s… Dad.”

“Alan, you don’t need to worry about impressing him.”

“You don’t get it.”

“As the middle child of four impressive brothers, I think I do.” John attempted a soft smile, but Alan didn’t seem to notice.

“Try being the youngest of four impressive brothers.” He sighed again. “That’s not the point, though. Dad being back… I always dreamed of that day, no matter how impossible it seemed, and now that it’s happened and it’s real… I don’t know. Living up to whatever it is he’s hoped for us is kind of… scary?”

John wrapped an arm around Alan’s shoulders, but his brother remained as stiff as a rod. Softly, he attempted to pull him closer, but Alan shook him off.

He stood up, splashing John as his feet snapped out of the water with haste. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t pick up bad habits from Scott.”

“But I am, okay? I don’t need to be hugged or coddled, I just need to… I just need to grow up.”

The assertion had John stumped for a moment. Whilst Alan had been the youngest of them all, never had he shows signs of immaturity when it mattered. In some ways, John grieved the fact that Alan was never able to experience a normal childhood as he and his two older brothers had done. Even Gordon had received a semblance of normality before they’d all uprooted and moved to the island. Alan had been “grown up” for a far longer amount of time than he should have been. 

“Don’t say that.”

“What, the truth?”

“Alan…”

With less speed than his brother, John lifted his feet from the pool and stood himself up too.

“What if I’m not good enough, Johnny?” Alan’s voice broke, his face contorted to try and keep the tears at bay. “What if I’m a disappointment to Dad?”

“You’re not going to be.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. You want to know why?”

Alan seemed unsure as to whether he should have allowed John to continue. He fidgeted, swaying from one leg to the other as his fingers pulled at that single thread of his shirt once again.

John didn’t wait for Alan to offer up an answer. He knew that an answer wasn’t going to be in the cards. “I know because of all the things I’ve seen you do, Alan. You say that you’re worried you won’t impress Dad but you impress us all every single day.”

He took a pause, allowing Alan a chance to try and negate that comment. When he didn’t, John stepped towards him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Alan’s watery eyes lifted to meet John’s.

“You’re already an amazing person, Alan, regardless of what Dad thinks, though I know he thinks it too.”

“How?”

“When we were in the Oort Cloud, I was co-piloting with Virgil and we had Dad onboard. You were flying ahead in Three and Dad was watching you pilot that craft with such awe, Alan. He asked us who taught you to fly like that. We told him you were a natural and he looked so proud of you, Allie. You don’t need to worry about proving yourself to him. That’s not something you’ve ever needed to be worried about.”

Alan crumbled at that. He fell forward and into John’s arms. The outburst was no doubt at least partly due to the fact that none of them had yet taken the time that week to fully process the fact that Dad was home. If John thought too hard about it, about what Alan had just confessed and what he’d said in response, he might have risked becoming overwhelmed too. No longer did they have to come up with imaginary what-ifs when it came to their father. Anything they wondered about, they could now confirm with a simple conversation and that… That was going to take some getting used to again.

Alan sobbed into John’s shirt, but John just held him. Their conjoined shadow began to show on the rocks behind them as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.

“It’s okay, Allie. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

John pulled him in tighter. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“But you shouldn’t… need… I’m fine.”

His lips dared a smile. “I know, but I am and it’s alright. It’s always alright.”

Alan broke away and roughly wiped his cheeks with the back on his hand. “You were busy.”

“I wasn’t.”

He followed Alan’s gaze as it trailed over to the abandoned camera still sitting by the poolside.

“I was just going to take some photos of the sunrise.” John clarified.

“And I ruined that.”

“Hey, no. No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.” Alan hiccuped through a sniffle. “You had to become my emotional support again.”

“You know that I’m always willing to be that, Alan. You know you can lean on me whenever you need to, no matter what, okay?”

“But your photos!”

“I can still take some.” 

John observed the sky quickly, squinting as the warm sunlight bathed the pool in morning light, and then glanced back at Alan. “You can join me if you like? That way we can talk more, if you wanted?”

Alan pondered the question for a moment before offering a small nod. “Let me grab some shoes.”

[your-divine-ribs]

SFW Alphabet: C for Caring

C= Caring (How do they take care of you when you're not feeling well?) // Words 2.2k // Your bf Van looks after you when you have a bad period

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As soon as you wake up you know. In fact that was likely the reason you'd woken up so early. You suck in a sharp inhale through gritted teeth as you turn over in bed, simultaneously pulling your knees up bent into your body until you're curled up into a foetal position. Still the pain wracks you. Sharp, visceral stabbing pains in your lower abdomen that make you groan out loud.

"Babe? You awake? I was gonna leave you to have a lie-in this morning."

You feel the bed dip down as your boyfriend shifts beside you, his body pushed right up against yours, an arm snaking around your waist. Usually you'd welcome an early morning cuddle, stretching out your limbs and snuggling into his comforting warmth, but this isn't one of those times. You groan again and bat his hand away, replacing it with your own which instinctively rubs circles on your belly. It doesn't ease the pain but you carry on regardless, pressing your fingers into your skin like you can somehow dig out the discomfort.

"What's up love? You alright? You're not sick are ya?"

"No," you grumble out, smushing your face into your pillow, wincing as another pain shoots through you. "Got my bloody period haven't I? I must've got my dates mixed up. Thought I was due on next week."

"Phew, at least you're not pregnant then!"

You can hear the relief in your boyfriend's words, your head twisting around immediately, fast enough to give you whiplash. "You what?"

He's risen up to kneel on the bed beside you, smiling down on you. "Well... you know... when we got carried away the other week when we got back from the pub and you said you couldn't remember whether you'd taken your pill 'cause you were drunk..."

He trails off then, his smile quickly fading as he sees your eyes narrow at him, your downturned mouth and your brow creased in disbelief. "I'm bloody dying here and all you can do is go on about how you're off the hook for not knocking me up!"

His eyes widen immediately, he looks like the wind's been knocked out of him and to be honest you wish you could knock it out of him. You suffer terribly with your periods. It's not just the cramps and the bloating and the achey tender boobs, you also get the mood swings, and they can range from sulky moodiness to incandescent rage to blubbering inconsolable mess... and sometimes all three in the space of ten minutes. The worst part of it is you know damn well why you're feeling cranky, but hormones aren't to be reasoned with. Try as you might to pull yourself out of your dire mood and back to your usual calm, happy, smiling self, it just doesn't happen.

"What d'ya mean off the hook?" Van protests, his face scrunching up. "That's a bit unfair. Can you not remember that discussion we had the other week? You know I'd love to have kids. You're the one who said you weren't ready!"

"I'm not ready!" You snap back. "We struggle enough looking after ourselves, let alone bringing a baby into the mix."

Van sighs, exasperated. "So you are actually relieved that you're not pregnant then?"

You shrug sulkily. Of course you are.

"Suppose so… but I'm still dying anyway... not that you care."

"Of course I care," he murmurs, dipping his head down so he can press a small kiss to the skin of your exposed shoulder. "Let me look after you today, yeah, and I'll show you just how much I do."

It's the way he says it, the genuine concern in his eyes and the tender way he pulls the bedsheets back over your body, tucking you in and promising you a day of pampering before he leaves the room that makes your heart warm. It chases away the hormonal fog that's hanging over you and you thank him gratefully as he returns with a steaming hot cup of tea and a couple of paracetamol in his outstretched palm shortly afterwards.

You hoist yourself up into a sitting position, swallowing down the painkillers and sipping at the tea, watching him pottering around the bedroom. He opens drawers and the wardrobe, taking out items of clothing and laying them on the bed before turning to you with a smile. "I know ya like to lounge around in my comfy clothes when you're feeling like this."

You can't help but smile back. You're always pinching his clothes, but as much as you'd like to lie around all day in one of his over-sized band tees and a pair of his sweatpants you know you can't. You groan inside as your mind dredges up all the chores you had listed in your head to do today.

"I'd love to have a lazy day but I've got so much to do. I need to get up and get moving." You reluctantly peel back the duvet, ready to rise up on to your feet but you're stopped in your tracks by a sharp, gnawing pain in your gut and you bend over, hissing out curses. "Ahh... fuck."

"You're not doing anything today, love. You're going to take it easy."

Van's voice is gentle but stern and you look up quickly. "But it's only my period. Seriously, I've got loads to do. I can't just abandon all my plans..."

"Yes you can, I'm sure it's nothing that can't wait." Then he cracks a cheeky grin. "Anyway... I thought you were dying?"

That makes you laugh. "Okay... so maybe I was being a little over-dramatic!"

As if on cue the hollow twisting ache inside of you increases and you shoot up a hand to grasp at your stomach, grimacing with the pain. Van's smile quickly falls away.

"Ain't nothing dramatic about it, babe. You're staying home and resting, and that's an order. You're always on the go, rushing about for everyone else. You need to take some time out once in a while."

"But..."

"No buts," he cuts in, and you pout at him sulkily and roll your eyes even though you're secretly pleased. "Now I'm gonna run you a bath and you're gonna relax... okay?"

"Okay Mr Bossy," you smirk back at him playfully.

The bath is heavenly and you sigh blissfully as you sink down into the warm water, leaning back against the tub. Van takes his place kneeling down, elbows propped up on the edge of the bath so you can chat whilst you lie there. It's exactly what you need and after a while the warmth of the water and the effects of the painkillers start to soothe your pain to no more than a muted dull ache.

"How you feeling now?" Van enquires.

"Mmm... much better already... thank you. This is nice... really nice."

He shifts where he kneels. "Come on then, lean forward, put ya head back."

"Huh?" You ask, but you're already doing as instructed, straightening up, the water swirling around you as you bring up your knees, wrapping your arms around them. "You're not washing my hair again are you? I'm not a baby, I can manage it myself ya know."

"I know," he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks. "But I also know how much you love me doing it... and you are a baby... my baby."

You chuckle at that. "You soppy bugger."

You tease him when he's soft like this but you love it. He knows you're not normally one to be babied and you're fiercely independent usually, but sometimes when you're grumpy and hormonal there's nothing you like more than to be fussed over and taken care of. You feel a glow of affection radiate through you as you tip your head back and feel the warm water cascade down over your hair and your shoulders, his long supple fingers massaging the fragrant shampoo into your locks.

"Close your eyes, don't wanna get shampoo in 'em."

"Mmm... feels really nice," you murmur, shutting your eyes and luxuriating in the feeling. "You do take good care of me."

"Ah I know love, it's a tough job but someone's gotta do it," he chuckles.

After he's rinsed the shampoo from your hair he tells you that he's just got to nip out to the shop and he leaves you in the bathroom to finish up. You lie back to soak peacefully for a while, but then you're aware that the ache in your gut has been replaced by a different sensation as a loud rumble takes you by surprise. That's the other thing about your period. Even though you feel bloated you feel like you could eat until you pop. All of a sudden your carefully selected nutritious and balanced diet goes out of the window to be replaced by cravings for all manner of unhealthy snacks. Sugary, salty, stodgy... if it's bad for you then you want it.

You pull the plug and rise up, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel before making for the bedroom, smiling to yourself when you see what Van's laid out on the bed for you. There's his old faded ‘The Streets’ hoodie that's always been big enough on him let alone you. You recall teasing him about it when you first met, not sharing his deep reverence of Mike Skinner and his straightforward lyrics. Now he's the one who teases you as it's your favourite item of clothing to wear despite your dislike for the music. It's so loose and cosy, and more importantly it just reminds you of him, you practically live in it when he's away on tour. He's also laid out a pair of his sweatpants next to some fluffy novelty socks that Mary purchased for you last Christmas with a matching set for her son. And of course... most importantly of all, there's a small pile of necessary products, various sanitary towels and tampons. You giggle to yourself as you select what you need, picturing him radiating panic the first time you’d ever asked him to go to the shop to pick you up some pads, too wracked with cramps to move due to another brutal period. How he'd come back with a carrier bag bursting with every kind of women's hygiene product your local Asda had stocked, mumbling on red-faced about not having a clue about different flows and whether you wanted 'with wings' or without. "I've never been so out of depth in my life love," he'd admitted... but since you moved in together he takes it all in his stride.

You're just pulling the hoodie over your head when you hear the front door shut and his voice calling out, "I'm home! You out the bath yet? Wait till ya see what I've got!"

You find him in the living room, and when he hears you enter the room he looks up, mile wide grin splitting his face in two as he proceeds to empty out a carrier bag on to the sofa. There's crisps and chocolate bars and biscuits, every kind of tempting calorie-laden snack your hungry belly desires.

"Bloody hell!" You exclaim. "Look at all that lot! I can practically feel my cholesterol level rising just looking at it. What's all this for?"

"Well I know you have these cravings, and I wasn't sure what ya fancied so I just thought I'd buy a selection to be on the safe side." He shrugs, laughing. "I might have gone a little bit over the top actually..."

"You're not kidding!" You giggle, flopping down on the sofa next to him. "I've not even had breakfast yet, but those Doritos look really tempting... oh god Van, you're such a bad influence... but it's so sweet of you."

"Only the best for you love. Thought we could just camp out on the sofa all day... maybe re-watch Stranger Things?" He smiles as you nod enthusiastically. "Told ya I was gonna look after ya today didn't I? Anything you want... all day long."

You narrow your eyes at him, feigning suspicion. "Oh it's like that is it... what you after, eh?"

He raises his hands up, eyes wide. "Nothing I swear..." A pause before a mischievous grin takes over as he lowers his voice like you're not supposed to hear his after-thought. "And I wanna keep ya sweet... don't wanna get on the wrong side of one of your legendary hormonal rages!"

"Fuck off!" You cry, grabbing for a cushion and launching it in his direction, bursting into a fit of laughter as it catches him square in the face, knocking his head back and mussing up his hair.

Laughing devilishly you reach for another cushion to pummel him with but he dives across the sofa at you, knocking the snacks aside in the process. He catches you around the waist, driving you back until you're lying flat on your back with him hovering over you. You're both laughing, and all of a sudden you're almost thankful for having an excuse to spend a lazy day with him, giggling as he plants a small, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away to gaze down on you with affection.

"Bloody love ya Y/N," he murmurs. "Have I told ya lately?"

You squirm underneath him, your heart fit to burst. "Yeah... you tell me all the time... not that I'm complaining."

You crane your neck upwards to scatter a few kisses on his jawline. "And I love you too."

[sicknessbysalem]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Nineteen

@monthofsick | day nineteen: sick in more ways than one

while scrolling through my blog, it appeared this fic got deleted from my page. I may have done it on accident or the hellsite may have had it for dinner.

regardless, i saved it offsite. so i went back into my notes, made a few edits, and figured i could reupload it here for this prompt.

i hope to get away from novak for a bit, but we’ll see how that goes.

If you would like to send a fic requests to help (or to get more novak content), PLEASE PLEASE DO SO!! Im begging for asks at this point lol.

tw for overheating, emeto, dizziness, migraine mention, fever

alt cw for novak’s daighter (4) being a little present toward the end*

*this is not a kink thing for me so i do not feel bad about it, but i know some people dont like that lol

The summer sun hung high in the sky as Novak stepped onto the practice field with the rest of the Mavericks for preseason training.

The air was thick with the promise of a sweltering day, and the temperature had climbed well into the upper 80s, with possibilities of maybe even reaching the 90s by the end of the day.

The team, accustomed to the usually mild climate, hesitated but eventually decided to train outside until it became unbearable. After all, it would be good practice if they ever played a game in a hot city.

Novak wasn’t exactly accustomed to heat, but usually the heat didn’t bother him. Granted, he was more used to the mid-80s and below, but surely this wouldn’t be too much more overwhelming. After all, it was only a few degrees.

He’s not so sure about that a few drills in. The sun is beating on the field, Novak can feel the heat prickling his skin.

As he’s getting ready to run through some passing drills, an unexpected wave of dizziness made him stop abruptly. The heat bore down on him like an invisible weight, and he feared based on how dizzy he suddenly felt, and the general poor condition of his stomach at any given moment, nausea would follow.

As soon as the mere thought hit him, he took an elastic off his wrist, tying back his sweat soaked ash blond hair.

Landon noticed immediately. Novak only ever seemed to tie up his hair if he wasn’t feeling well. Something about overstimulation, Landon remembered being told.

"You okay, Novak?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

"Yeah, just hot as hell. I'll be fine," Novak replied, attempting to brush off the worry.

Henry chimed in, seeming to agree, “Man, it's getting pretty brutal out here. We should've trained indoors."

As the team continued their drills, the heat intensified, and Novak's condition worsened. The nausea became unbearable, and he couldn't shake the dizziness.

Novak's steps became unsteady. Nausea churned in his stomach. He felt dizzy, or like he was going to pass out.

Well, maybe pass out. But he would definitely puke first. He could already taste the acid in his throat as he anxiously reached up by his neck and started fidgeting with his locket.

Landon’s hand is on him. Novak realizes Landon said something to him. Or maybe was trying to say something. But Novak didn’t catch it.

“God, you’re burning,” Landon commented. That Novak heard. Landon tried to say something else, but Novak didn’t catch that.

Novak’s stomach lurched, as if to accentuate his suffering. This heat was miserable and every part of him was feeling it now.

“Hang on,” Novak said.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Novak lifted his helmet with one hand, trying to find relief from the oppressive heat. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, his skin uncomfortably warm to the touch. The world around him seemed to blur as he fought against the waves of dizziness.

"Shit, Novak, you sure you're good?" Landon's voice cut through the haze, concern evident in his tone as he caught up with the struggling linebacker.

Novak mumbled a response, his words lost in the oppressive heat. Landon leaned in, trying to catch what Novak was saying.

“What did you say..?” Landon asked, “I’m sorry I couldn’t-“

It was sudden. A split second, but to Novak it felt like an eternity. Novak's stomach revolted violently. Novak clutched his helmet tightly with one hand, trying to keep control, and trying to keep it away from his face, just for now. The other hand stayed clasped around the locket.

"Oh shit, you're going to be sick," Landon exclaimed, helping Novak pull off his helmet, holding it, before quickly taking a step back, a mix of worry and realization on his face.

At that moment, Novak succumbed to the overpowering nausea. He doubled over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the grass. He heaved, hard, purging what he ate for breakfast and everything he drank leading to this moment.

Landon stayed back as Novak threw up again. He was trying to be mindful of Novak’s boundaries.

Novak vomited again. This time he was more hunched over. Landon could only watch as Novak’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

Novak felt so wildly sick. He threw up again, that wave more abundant. He hated that this happened. Part of him thought he heard another player puke too.

“Landon, go deal with Dominic, okay?” Its Jayden. Dominic must have also thrown up.

Jayden knew things that Landon didn’t when it came to Novak being sick. When it came to Novak vomiting. So, Jayden seemed to think the swap was better.

As Novak stood back up, albeit quite shakily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Jayden offered a sympathetic look.

"Alright, man, let's get you inside, the whole team at that,” Jayden said "This heat's no joke today."

Novak nodded weakly, the remnants of nausea still lingering.

“I think I want to have Daphne look at you,” Jayden said, “That looks like a lot of vomit.”

Novak nodded. Novak still felt too hot, too nauseous. Jayden took him to Doctor Collins’ office.

“Hey, Daphne,” Jayden said, “Heat’s kind of killing Novak the hardest here.”

Novak felt like he was going to be sick again. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t function.

Dr. Collins immediately looked concerned. "Bring him in, let me take a look."

Landon ushered Novak into the office, where the air conditioning provided a welcome reprieve from the outdoor furnace.

Novak, feeling the cool air on his flushed skin, still couldn't shake the persistent nausea. He felt dizzy, shaky, and ready to once more start vomiting.

"Sit down, Novak," Dr. Collins instructed. She probably saw it on his face.

Novak nodded weakly, settling into the chair, his helmet still clutched in his hand.

He felt a sense of relief sitting in the air-conditioned room, but the nausea continued to churn within him.

Dr. Collins assessed Novak's condition. "How are you feeling, Novak?"

The linebacker attempted to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he doubled over, emptying the contents of his stomach into a nearby trash bin, the sounds echoing in the small office.

Dr. Collins, unfazed by the turn of events, continued her examination, her focus on ensuring Novak's well-being.

After a thorough assessment once Novak was done puking, Dr. Collins sighed, "Novak, I think it's best if you go home and rest. The heat has clearly taken a toll on you. Stay hydrated, and let your body recover."

Novak, feeling drained and defeated, nodded in agreement.

-

Novak stumbled back into the living room from the bathroom, his face pale and beads of sweat lining his forehead.

The few hours at home hadn't brought the relief he hoped for, and the persistent nausea clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Marina looked up from where she was seated in the chair diagonal to the couch, concern etched on her face.

Novak sat back down on the couch, leaning back against it. He felt horrible. His stomach was a mess. Everything felt bad.

"Is it wrong you ask how you are feeling, sweetheart?" Marina asked, reaching out to touch Novak's forehead. “Goodness, your skin is still so warm. It’s like a stovetop.”

Novak winced at the touch, "Do you want the truth or..?”

Marina rolled her eyes, “The truth, słoneczko.”

Novak sighed, “Honestly… still like… really sick to my stomach? I don’t really know why though, mamoń."

Marina's worry deepened, pulling her hand away from his face. “You're running a fever, Novak. This isn't just from the heat. I’d think by now you’d be cooled down."

Novak sighed, sinking more into the couch, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Elya, his four-year-old daughter, played with her toys on the floor, oblivious to her father's discomfort.

"I thought I could tough it out," Novak admitted, his voice strained. "But it's not getting any better."

Marina fetched a damp cloth and placed it on Novak's forehead, a feeble attempt to offer some relief. "You need to rest, sweetheart. Let your body recover. Maybe we can call Willow, get her opinion?"

Elya, sensing something amiss, looked up from her toys. "Daddy, why are you sick?"

Novak managed a weak smile, "Just a little under the weather, princess. It’s really hot outside, you know. Daddy will be fine."

The answer seemed to satisfy Elya. But not so much Marina.

"You've been vomiting for hours, Novak,” Marina said, “That’s not normal. Even for you.”

Novak shook his head, "Mom, it's just the heat. I'll be fine."

But as he spoke, another wave of nausea hit him, and he froze in place for a moment.

Swallowing back acid, he tried to piece together if he could make it back to the bathroom or…

“Are you going to be sick again?” Marina asked, crossing her arms.

“What? No…” Novak forced out, “Just… dizzy.”

“You always get dizzy before-“

Novak nodded, hastily reaching for the trash bin Marina brought in the living room in case this happened.

“I’m calling Willow,” Marina said, getting up off the couch and grabbing her phone.

"Mom, I just need some rest," Novak insisted when it was over, after finally coughing up mere saliva. Which, to him, was a good sign at least.

“Don’t care,” Marina said, “You won’t get checked out yourself. I’m having her come to check you out.”

“Mamoń, Willow’s a lesbian,” Novak said, chuckling softly, “She won’t be checking me out.”

“Novak Aleksander Daskalov,” Marina said, “That is not what I meant and you know it.”

“What’s a leban?” Elya asked, her curiosity unaffected by the very bad state her dad was in.

Novak wanted to laugh.

“I’ll tell you when I feel better, okay?” Novak said.

Elya nodded. A little too excitedly for Novak’s taste. But he found it quite endearing regardless.

As the call connected, Willow answered on the other end. Marina quickly explained Novak's symptoms and the ongoing distress.

"Willow, it's Marina. Novak's not doing well,” Marina said, “He was overheated at practice, but he’s been home for six hours and he’s still vomiting and feels warm to the touch.”

“Hm,” Willow hummed on the other side of the line, “Could be a stomach flu, I’ve seen a few cases this week.”

“That’s what I thought,” Marina said, “Naturally he wasn’t listening.”

Willow giggled softly, “Sounds like Novak. I’m finishing my shift soon. I'll come over and take a look at him when I get off."

Marina hung up, returning to Novak's side. "Willow is on her way.”

-

As the evening sun cast long shadows, Willow arrived at Novak's home. Marina greeted her at the door with a mixture of relief and concern etched on her face.

"Willow, thank you for coming. He's in the living room," Marina said, leading the way.

Willow entered to find Novak laying on the couch, a damp cloth on his forehead, covering his eyes. Elya was sitting nearby, watching her father with a worried expression.

“When did the headache start?” Willow asked. No introduction. No greeting. Just right into it.

Novak groaned, “Like an hour ago…. Well, it’s been hurting since practice but it got more migraine level in the last hour…”

"Besides the headache, how are you feeling?" Willow asked.

Novak managed a weak smile, taking the rag off his head and forcing himself to sit up, “Not great. Dizzy, nauseous. Just all-around miserable."

The change in position made the room spin worse, Novak grabbed the back of the couch.

“Emphasis on dizzy…” Novak admitted.

Willow went to work, checking Novak's vital signs and asking detailed questions about his symptoms. Marina filled her in on the events leading up to his current state, emphasizing the persistent vomiting.

Willow, maintaining her professional composure, finished her assessments. "Your temperature is elevated, and your blood pressure is a bit low. Combine that with the vomiting, and it seems like you've got a stomach virus on top of being overheated. Dehydration might be playing a role too."

Novak nodded, grateful for the clarity. "Do I need to go to the hospital?"

"I don't think it's severe enough for hospitalization at this point, but we need to address the dehydration," Willow explained, reaching in her bag, “Hey Marina, can you grab a bottle of water?”

Marina nodded, going into the kitchen and grabbing one. Willow pulled out an electrolyte solution, mixing it in the water once Marina handed it over.

“Drink that, and…” Willow dug in her bag, pulling out four more, setting them on the coffee table, “There’s some extras. Also plain water is good, the solution is just to help rehydrate you faster. If you puke it back up, make up a new round.”

Novak took a few sips, feeling the cool liquid providing a welcome relief. Willow continued.

“Rest is crucial, and you should continue to hydrate.” Willow said, “If the vomiting persists or if you can't keep fluids down, we might need to consider hospitalization."

Marina, hearing the diagnosis, visibly relaxed. "Thank you, Willow. We appreciate your help."

As Willow provided Novak with instructions for medication and hydration, Elya approached her father with a stuffed animal in hand. "Daddy, this will make you feel better."

Novak chuckled weakly, taking the stuffed animal from his daughter. "Thank you, princess. It's already helping."

Willow smiled at the heartwarming exchange between Novak and his daughter. "A little extra comfort is always good for healing."

After ensuring Novak had a plan for the next few days, Willow prepared to leave. Marina walked her to the door, expressing her gratitude once again.

"Thank you, Willow. Your help means a lot to us. I'll make sure he follows your advice."

Willow nodded, her caring demeanor evident. "Keep an eye on him, and don't hesitate to reach out if anything changes. If I don’t answer, call Vanessa, she could help too."

As Willow left, the living room settled into a quiet atmosphere. Novak, still feeling weakened by the illness, was once again laying on the couch. But this time, Elya nestled beside him, clutching her stuffed animal.

"Daddy, are you going to be okay?" Elya asked, her innocent eyes filled with concern.

Novak ruffled her hair gently, smiling. "I'll be just fine, sweetheart. Thanks to you and Grandma taking care of me."

Marina glanced at Novak with a motherly concern. "You heard Willow. Rest is crucial. Let your body heal."

Novak nodded, “Can you get my phone, mamoń, I’m going to call coach, tell him I can’t go tomorrow.”

Marina smiled, “That might be the most sensible thing you’ve said since you got home, słoneczko.”

[kiwiraccoon]

Numb, Emptiness Prologue

Ateez OT8 x OC Summary: after witnessing the death of her family, her uncle sends her back to South Korea to live with the eight guys he had saved over the years. They seem to be almost, if not just, as mentally messed up as she is, and the goal is for her to help them and them to help her. Time heals, but it’s already been 11 years of suffering for her, can they really help?

overall notes: MDNI mental health: depression, anxiety, ocd, antisocial, agoraphobia, personality disorders, mental breakdowns. mentions and descriptions of gruesome deaths, gore. polygamy, shared female, suggestive, fluff, smut?, building relationships. THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED OR UNDERAGE!! this not meant to depict real Ateez but an au, not about their real selves or real struggles, I took ideas from their real selves but again not meant to be negative towards them or anything against their image… THIS IS JUST MY MORBID MIND RUNNING WILD!

“Now tell us everything you remember from the beginning.” The way they look at me, I know they still think I was the one who did it. Those eyes everyone gives me screaming I’m a psychopath or a sociopath. All because I can’t express my emotions, how I wish they could hear my screams from within my mind telling them I feel it all.

“I wasn’t supposed to be home, but I decided to visit for the night since my brother just won a baseball game for his high school. When I got home I didn’t see any other cars besides my parents’. I opened the door and everyone, my family and some masked strangers, looked at me in shock. And I just stood there, then they jumped into action.” Each word slips through my lips in my boring monotone voice that I have zero control over, even when I explained it the first time my voice showed zero care.

I still remember it all so clearly, vividly. It had only happened a few hours ago, and usually someone who experienced something so traumatic wouldn’t be able to remember every little detail but I do. From the moment they tied my hands like amateurs behind my back to the bullets ripping through my family’s skulls. Even the way the warm red liquid seeped through my favorite pair of jeans to reach my recently cleaned skin. 

I remember my body fitting me as I faked my emotions to make it seem like it cared, at least enough to feed their sick and twisted desires. My parents believed I finally showed emotions, at least they died thinking their daughter was no longer a burden that they could torment. The only person in that room I cared about even a tiny bit was my brother, only because he was young and just had the best day of his life. He didn’t get to feel my real love when he joined in with my family to ruin me even more thinking it would help.

I should have cared, I know that. It’s wrong that even deep inside, where I had feelings, I didn’t want to cry or scream. Instead I sat there with my hands untied pretending to cry both outwardly and on the inside. 

“The second they left I called you guys.” As the last words left my mouth someone burst into the interrogation room and on the inside I felt relief flood through my veins. The cocky cops in front of me look at the man standing in the doorway wearing a face of anger and disappointment directed towards them.

I wish I could smile at the way fear takes over their features when they recognize him. “Benny what the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving my niece from the likes of you. You know she can’t express emotions that doesn’t mean she fucking killed her family you disgusting pigs. Come on Juney let’s go honey.” At his words I outstretch my hands towards the two shirking men across the table awaiting the release from these tight cuffs.

They waste no time in setting me free, they know how deep in shit they are that my uncle is here. His time working as a cop with them was spent outranking them faster than they made it out of Park patrol and into the streets. “Benny, she was there.”

“And she already told you everything in full detail, find those men instead of trying to make her the killer you wish she was.” I send a bored look their way as I walk past my uncle who turns sideways in the threshold to let me through and make eye contact with the chief of police. He sends me an apologetic nod and half smile before making his way into the room. My uncle closes the door behind him on the way out and I feel the shit eating grin hiding behind my mask when I hear his reprimands and shouts being thrown in their hopefully guilt filled faces.

My uncle places his hand on my lower back as he leads me out of the precinct and to his rental car, no words are spoken, they aren’t needed between us. He is the only family I truly have, even before today.

“I’m taking you back to South Korea with me, when we get to your place, take a shower and we can start packing.”

“Thank you.” Even though my words are void of anything resembling gratitude, the looks he throws me as he pulls on the road shows me he knows I don’t just mean for taking me out of this hell hole.

[iamfruitie]

Dark has an unexpected rut and Anti takes care of it-

Dark was going about his usual evening routine, which was work. He signed paper after paper, reading, rereading, proofreading, and ensuring everything was how it should be. His job was to have everything organized perfectly. To have everything in line so there was no harm. No one got hurt if everything got planned to the second. But the more time went on, the more he struggled to focus. 

A warmth slowly started to build in the pit of his stomach, it was easy to ignore as he focused, but it grew and grew, and soon Dark could feel some sweat dripping down his back. He bit the inside of his cheek as it finally clicked what was happening to him. His rut wasn’t due for a month but kicked in early for some reason. 

“Damn it,” Dark grunted, leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. There was still so much to do. He didn’t have time to deal with this. 

“Hey, Darky!” Anti greeted loudly as he casually strolled into the office. 

“Go.” Dark tried to hold back his growl, praying that the scent of an omega wouldn’t drive him too crazy. 

“You good there? You-” Anti paused when Dark’s scent hit him. “Are you in a rut?” 

“Go.” Dark couldn’t stop his growl this time, placing his hands on the edge of the desk and gripping hard enough to make his knuckles white. Hopefully, he didn’t break his desk. 

“I can help, you know.” Anti offered, locking the door behind him before heading closer to Dark. 

“I will not risk-”

“I’m on the pill, dumbass.” 

“I wasn’t-”

“Sure.” Anti cut Dark off again and was now right next to him. “But, as I was saying, let me help you.” He placed a hand on the back of Dark’s neck and watched as that got the other to shiver. 

“I don’t need help.” Dark pushed away from the desk and tried to stand, but Anti slipped to the front of him and pushed him back into his seat with both hands on his shoulders. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dark. You’d rather groan and moan and suffer for a whole week than fuck me for a day or two?” Anti wasn’t shocked when Dark’s hands went to his hips, holding him firmly. 

“Why would you want to help me like that?” Dark asked, his pupils wide with a lust he was still trying to deny and ignore. But Anti could smell the arousal, and a glance down at Dark’s obvious erection showed that being around was adding to it. 

“One reason is that you being a mess is annoying. Another is that you being out for a whole week involves being bored since there will be no work. And finally, I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a long time.” Anti grinned widely at the last part. “I want you to fuck me brainless~” He softly giggled and ran his hands down to Dark’s chest. Anti licked the corner of his lips, seeing how Dark’s breathing seemed to get just a bit faster, and he could feel that hold on his hips getting tighter. He wasn’t lying. He’s fantasized about getting Dark in his bed, and with how Dark was reacting to him, he wasn’t the only one who’s had those kinds of dirty, dirty thoughts. 

“I don’t know,” Dark said after several long moments of silence. Anti couldn’t blame Dark for being hesitant. He was always a prideful man. A little help, some guidance, would likely help. 

“How about I go down on my knees and at least give you some relief with my mouth?” Anti offered, already lowering himself, and Dark let him go to do so. “You can always tell me to stop at any time.” He added as he went ahead with undoing Dark’s pants. 

“Alright.” Dark caved much easier than Anti expected, but if ruts were like heats, any help felt like heaven. It made Anti wonder if Dark’s ever had help with this. Ever since he’s known him, he just disappeared during that time. He was very close to Wilford. Maybe he got some aid from him? Anti let those thoughts fade as he found himself with Dark’s pants and boxers halfway down his thighs and his very hard cock in his hand. 

“It’s even bigger than I thought it’d be~” Anti winked up at Dark, trying to break some of the tension. 

“Anti.” Dark’s voice was hard to read. It was either a desperate plead or a grunt of irritation. Likely both, and that’s how Anti decided to interpret it. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll get to it.” Anti clicked his tongue before taking just a second to wet his mouth and then popping the head of Dark’s cock into it. He immediately felt the warmth hit his tongue, and the taste was sweeter than expected.

“Fuck~” Dark groaned, putting a hand on Anti’s head and running it through his hair. Anti hummed at the approval and slowly bobbed his head, keeping a hand wrapped around the base and moving it to match his mouth. “Holy shit.” Another curse came out, and Dark lightly gripped Anti’s hair. 

Anti didn’t know a lot about Dark’s sexual go-to's or how he liked every little thing, but he did know that he’d be sensitive as hell in his rut and could easily make him cum quickly. That became his goal after letting himself adjust to Dark’s size, and he began moving his head faster. His hair got tugged on in reaction, and Anti rolled his tongue around the tip every time he reached the top. That got another tug on his hair. 

“Anti, fucking-ah~” Dark urged Anti to go faster, and Anti was more than willing to oblige. Anti could also feel the base beginning to swell, and he squeezed the spot, earning a low moan from Dark. Anti kept that pressure the best he could as the knot continued to form, and he wasn’t shocked that it was only a few more moments before Dark yanked his head away and was moaning again, cumming on Anti’s face. 

“Someone likes it messy~” Anti giggled, licking away what he could get to with just his tongue. Dark was lightly panting, looking down at him with a darker shade on his cheeks. He took his hand off Anti’s head and stretched over him, opening a drawer to his desk and pulling out a tissue. Dark stayed silent as he cleaned off Anti’s face with it. “So? How are we feeling? Want me to leave? I can-” Anti didn’t finish before Dark yanked him up and kissed him. His hands squeezed Anti’s ass, and could feel a hint of slick soaking through his pants from getting himself worked up from the blowjob. 

“You said you wanted me to fuck you brainless. I’ll gladly do that.” Dark growled into Anti’s ear. “I hope your schedule is clear for the next few days.” 

“It was, but I think someone’s going to fill it up~” Anti rolled his hips down, feeling that Dark was already getting hard again. He loved an alpha in their rut since they could and would keep going and going, and…Anti gasped when Dark bucked against him and dug his fingers in. 

“Let’s get to it them.” 

[thegoober010]

HELLO HELLO! Tis I!

A non-undertale related one today, which is,, insane for me.

Can you write father figure Shane stardew valley and his child who started drinking? And Shane is like “I know how that feels but you dont have to do this” and and and JADJFJFFJFJ

my daddy issues show whenever i request father figure writing because its always angsty

It can be a one shot or headcanons :3

-🐾

OMG GRAAAAA HEY PAW PRINT ANON I MISSED YOU SNOOKIE 😻😻!!!!

ALSO WOWZERS NON-UNDERTALE RELATED!!! SHOCKING!!(IM FOOLING AROUND TEEHEE) AND OMG OFC I CAN!!!

I WOULD NEVER EXPECT SHANE TO BE FATHER FIGURE MATERIAL BUT REAL !!!

IMA DO A ONE-SHOT AS A SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE GRAAAAAAAA!!

GENDER NEUTRAL READER AS USUAL <3!!

characters -> Father figure Shane (that's all-!!)

TW/CW -> substance abuse, mentions of depression, using alcohol as self-harm, and swearing- obviously-!

word count -> 2k/2192

On a serious note, if you or anyone you know is suffering from depression and is using unhealthy coping mechanisms such as drinking to try and drown their sorrows, please know that there is resources, there is help, and you/they are not alone. Please talk to someone or listen to them, because it's obvious you/they need it. Speak up before it is too late and leads to more risky behaviors. You're not alone and neither should they be. Things will get better, without happiness there won't be struggle, but without any struggle there will be no happiness. Things may be bad now, but it will turn out okay. You never know when your day of happiness shall come, so please don't give up and please do not use such unhealthy coping mechanisms, all they do is cause even more harm dear. Please talk to someone 💗.

now that, that's outta the way uhhhh onto the one-shot -!

"I know how that feels but.. you don't have to do this."

Just one more bottle. Just one more! What's the harm in one more drink? After all it's not like you're addicted or anything! No, no of course not! It's just for some temporary relief, it's not like you drink almost every damn hour of your life and waste your days lying in bed. Fuck. You allowed a soft sigh to escape your lips as you laid in bed on your side, hugging your knees and covering yourself with the blanket. You were in your room, per usual, you just finished your last bottle of alcohol yesterday and were hungover. You had a huge headache, you felt like throwing up and your stomach hurt, bad. You kept on over drinking even though you knew how it would affect you later, you kept drinking because it was your only escape from this shitty place. This town fucking sucked if we're gonna be honest, you felt like no one liked you, no matter what you did nothing was ever good enough, you wanted to leave, go explore but you couldn't you were stuck here due to the fact you don't have enough money to actually live yourself. Not only that but the people sucked. The mayor? He's absolute shit, making the farmer do all the work at this point. The people? Well some were nice but other times they're assholes if they don't know you well enough which sucked, a few were nice but... the town just sucked in general. All you could really do was just wallow in pity and drink your problems away, all your insecurities, it all felt like they were gone once you grabbed that bottle. You know it's wrong though, it hurt and tasted awful at first but you're slowly getting used to the feelings, sometimes you wonder if you should upgrade from alcohol to something more strong... maybe it'll help more? Right..?... fuck.

You groaned as you rubbed the side of your head. It hurt like hell. You had dark circles under your eyes, your hair was all messed up and frizzy, your lips were chapped and dry. It was quite obvious you weren't properly taking care of yourself, it could be spotted from a mile away. All of a sudden as you twist and turned in your bed you spotted your father, Shane, entering the room. You groaned and got up, quickly rubbing your eyes and fixing up your hair. "Hey, kiddo, you alright?" Shane asked. You nodded, giving him a quick hum as you put your shoes on, you didn't want your dad seeing you like this, you'd rather make a quick get away than let him see you not taking care of yourself because you know damn well he'd give you some long ass talk that you just don't have the patience to deal with today. "Mhm, I'll see you later dad." You mutter as you lazily tied your shoelaces, you quickly left your dad there with a concerned look on his face.

You made your way over to the Stardrop Saloon, as you made your way there you checked your pockets, quickly looking at the money you had to make sure you had enough to buy a beer or something of that sort. "Oh fuck yeah." You mutter as you saw you had just enough for one! You hummed as you made your way to the Saloon. You quickly threw the door open, making Gus raise a brow as he looked at you, he let out a small groan as he saw your face, even he was a bit concerned since you had been coming there more often. "The usual?" He asked earning a quick nod out of you. You sat down on one of the seats, quickly handing him the gold. He counted it before he raised a brow once he finished. "Uh, it's not enough, you're missing 2 gold." Gus said before he handed back the money, going back to cleaning a cup. You give him a confused stare. "The hell you mean I'm missing 2 gold? It's the same amount of money I gave you a week ago for a beer!" You exclaimed, you quickly lowered your voice as you saw the strange stares some of the people gave you. You cleared your throat slightly before shutting up. "Mhm, well the prices were raised recently." explained Gus, causing you to roll your eyes. "It's just 2 gold, come on! I'll pay the 2 gold tomorrow!" You negotiated, all Gus did was shake his head. "Sorry, I can't trust you to pay it tomorrow." Gus replied. You scoffed as you got off the chair. "Ugh.. fine, I'll see ya tomorrow I guess. Bye Gus." You grumbled as you made your way out the door. You let out a yawn, making your way back home.

You uttered curses under your breath as you made your way home. You leaned your head back, looking up at the stars as you followed the path back home. The sky was beautiful, sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be up there. Perhaps you would make a beautiful sky? Fuck, why are you thinking like this? Damnit. 'Just.. just focus on making it home' You thought to yourself. You turned your head to the side, taking notice of how the grass was blown ever so slightly by the gentle wind. Crickets chirped and the moon's light shun onto the grass and onto a lonely, empty bench. You stared silently at it for a while. 'A break from walking isn't so bad.' You though before making you way and plopping down onto it. You kept your hands in your hoodie pockets, your head leaning to the side as you looked up at the night sky. Your headache slowly started to come back as you finally tried to relax. Your eye-lids started feeling heavy, a soft sigh escaped as you your head leaned left, you felt so damn tired, you could just sleep right then and there. As you started to shut your eyes you felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to almost immediately jump. "AH WHAT THE FUCK-" You yelled when you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing Shane to stare a bit shocked from your reaction. "Wow, calm down there kiddo." Shane said, taking his hand off. You let out a relieved sigh realizing it was just your dad. You clutched your chest as you calmed your breathing. "Ah- shit.. sorry dad you scared me there." You uttered.

Shane nodded in acknowledgment. "Is this spot taken?" he asked, obviously knowing the answer but wanting to check if his child was comfortable enough to let him sit near them. You shook your head. "No- uh no, sit if you want." You reply while rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly from the earlier exchange. You did not mean to scream that loud, damn. Shane nodded, quickly taking a seat next to his kid. You kept your obvious distance from him though, and it was quite obvious form the space between you two. "Uh, hey kid. Look, we gotta talk." Shane spoke softly, yet there was a hint of concern in his tone, he looked over at you. You raised a brow, you looked up at him for a bit before quickly looking away, leaning your head the opposite of where he was sitting. "Hm? 'Bout what?" You asked, crossing your arms and biting the side of your nails. "About your... problem with alcohol." Shane said bluntly, damn, just straight to the point. You almost choke on your spit, you continued to bite the side of your nails, your eyes grew wide before you shook your head, calming yourself down ever so slightly. "The hell are you talking about dad?" You ask, playing dumb. He furrowed his brows before placing a rough hand on your shoulder. "Don't act dumb, I know what you've been doing." Shane said, he was trying to be as calm as possible, his tone showed how worried he was though, you were going down the same path as he did before he had you, and he can't bear to see that. You tense up as his hand was roughly placed on your shoulder. You immediately pull his hand away. "THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? I told you I'm not doing anything!?" You yell. You furrow your brows, your eyes squinting slightly as you did so. He seemed a bit surprised by your sudden snap. "Hey, calm down." Shane said calmly, he put his hands onto his lap, understanding you didn't want to be touched right now.

"Look, I know you want to act like nothing's happening, but I can tell when somethings wrong. You're my child, I don't want you hiding things from me, especially if it's making you make the same mistakes I did before." Shane explained, he stared at you while you looked away from him. "What are you talking about?" You ask, "I found the bottle under your bed kid. I know what you've been doing." Shane replied calmly. You immediately turned your head to look over at him, eyes wide. Fuck, you forgot to throw that bottle away. "Fffuck." You muttered, you rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration, slouching as you rested your elbows on your knees. Your breath got shaky as you started to feel tears swell up in the inner corners of your eyes. Shane almost immediately noticed, he quickly placed a hand on your back, rubbing your back in circles. "Hey, hey, it's okay I'm not mad nor am I disappointed, okay? Hey it's okay." Shane reassured, yet you couldn't help but feel like such a disappointment. How could you be so damn stupid and let him find out? How could you let your dad down like this? You couldn't help but cry.

Shane took immediate notice, although he wasn't the best when it comes to comforting, especially comforting people, he tried. He pulled you into a quick embrace. Rubbing circles on your back as you cried. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'll never be angry at you for something like this kid, so don't worry about whether I am or not, because I genuinely inly am not. I'm just worried on why you would look for comfort in drinking instead of telling me how you feel. Do you not trust me maybe?" Shane asked as he continued to keep you in a warm embrace. You shook your head. "No no no no it's not that... it's not that at all, I hic- just I.. I can't bring myself to.. to tell you any of the things I feel I-I feel bad doing that I don't want to burden you pa." You explain between sobs, trying your best not to make Shane feel like a bad father, because he wasn't he tried his best to stray you from the same path he had gone through yet here you were, going down the same road. You couldn't help but feel like you disappointed him because of that. Shane nodded in acknowledgment, he grabbed your cheeks and wiped away your tears gently with one hand while the other kept rubbing circles on your back in a calming motion. "Alright alright, I understand. But please, please for the love of god tell me whatever is happening, I don't want you to end up like how I did. You don't deserve that kiddo, you deserve to be happy. I learned from my mistakes which is why I never wanted you to go down the same path of addiction I went through. Please, whatever's happening tell me and I'll support you through it, not just because I don't want you to end up like how I did, but because I'm your dad. That's what I'm ment to do, help through difficult times. I know you can't help it but don't feel bad for reaching out to your own dad." He reminded you. "I love you kiddo, I'm your dad and I'm going to help you get through this alright, we'll get proper help because I don't want to lose you. I've gone through the same thing and this.. I know how it feels but... you don't have to do this kid."

You nodded in acknowledgment, it felt good to have him reassure you like this. It helped you realize how much you really mean to him. "Thanks dad..." You mumbled, your voice cracked ever so slightly, your voice also showed how tired you really were. You clung onto him. He sighed before picking you up like a child, although you were an adult he could kinda carry you easily. You let out a muffled sigh as you clung onto him, your eye-lids feeling heavier. You closed them and felt close to drifting off to sleep, but your headache would not allow you to. "My head hurts." You mutter. Shane nods in acknowledgment as he carries you back home. "Don't worry kiddo I'll give you medicine when we get home." Shane replied. You nodded slightly before giving him a hum of acknowledgment.

"I love you kid, and I'm going to help you no matter what"

[anguishedgudetama]

I doubt many people will see this, but in case people do:

Hospice care is hard.

Taking care of a dying loved one is probably one of the hardest things a person can go through. It's one of the hardest things I've gone through, at least.

If you have ever taken care of a loved one in hospice, or are currently taking care of someone, you are not alone. I know it feels like you are. It's hard as fuck and it's scary, but if your loved one is comfortable, you are doing great. Please reach out to a professional if you're struggling with thoughts of hurting yourself. It's hard.

As for anyone else,

If you are close to someone who is taking care of a loved one, it is probably hard for them to ask for help right now. They may not know what they need, or may not want to ask.

If someone you care about is taking care of a loved one, here are some of the most helpful things you could do:

Grocery Shopping - Grocery shopping is hard. Finding time to do the shopping is hard. Knowing what you need, or anticipating the needs of your loved one, is hard. Ask if they need you to grab anything from a store. Even small things. It helps more than you know.

Cleaning - Household chores and cleaning are much more overwhelming than they seem when you are caring for a loved one. We don't care how the house gets clean, or where things go, only that it does get clean and it's not causing issues.

Cooking - Like most other necessary tasks, cooking becomes extremely hard. A caretaker may not have the energy to cook, in which case it would mean a lot to have a fresh (or semi-fresh) meal cooked for them.

Don't Ask - This may be counterintuitive, but it may not be best to ask too many questions. After all, you want to know what the caretaker(s) needs, right? This may be because my family is neurodivergent, but too many questions can get extremely overwhelming, especially right now. I'm not saying you should know what they need at all times, just don't ask about small things. "Where does this go?" is a perfect example of something you don't really need to ask. With a loved one in hospice, things probably aren't where they'd usually be anyway. Just put it somewhere that makes sense and move on.

Spend Time - It may feel strange, and the dying person may be confused, but spend some time with them if they are okay with it. It may get hard for the caretaker to be by their side as much as the loved one needs. If this isn't what the dying person or the caretaker wants, then obviously this doesn't apply, but it's useful to keep in mind.

Make Arrangements - This may be a bit much, and may only apply to very close loved ones of the caretaker, but it may be helpful to make arrangements regarding what will happen after death. My grandma arranged the cremation for my mother, despite having divorced my grandpa over thirty years ago. Making arrangements is very hard, because you have to confront that the situation is real.

Don't Assume - Don't assume how the caretaker feels in any situation. Having a loved one in hospice unexpectedly survive to see someone's birthday, for example, may sound like a good thing, but it comes with many mixed emotions. My grandpa was alive, in hospice, on my mom's birthday, and despite being glad that he was, it was terrifying. People often die on significant days, so it wasn't until after her birthday that we were glad.

Empathize - Hospice is hard, and comes with emotions that may not make sense to someone who hasn't experienced it. This might go along with "Don't Assume", but death becomes a very nuanced topic within hospice. It isn't just bad. This may not make sense to someone who hasn't felt it, but death can even come as a relief. Your loved one isn't suffering anymore. Anticipatory grief is another strange emotion. Someone may seem emotionless late into hospice, but that's because they've done their grieving already. If a person has dementia, their loved ones may grieve the person they once were, before that person dies. This doesn't mean that the death itself doesn't hurt, it was just handled differently.

I'm sure there's more that could be helpful, but that's all I can think of at the moment. I am still caring for my dying grandpa, so I'm not entirely sure what someone may need when the dying process is over.

[the-traveling-poet]

hi lovely! 💓 Here to request some Levi x reader where is just period comfort? Maybe during a training (so between S1 and S2) reader gets awful cramps that don’t allow her to train (happened to me this morning) and so Levi steps in? Thank you, take your timeee! 💕

Pains

Monthly cycles suck, but not nearly as badly when you’re expected to work up to 12 hours a day in the military. Thankfully, you have your lovely boyfriend to soothe the aches and pains with his persistent comfort.

Pairings: Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: period struggles :/, cannon!AU, fluff, established relationship, AFAB reader.

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @starrylevi

A/N: Great timing Anon! Mother nature hit me on new years and I suffered till the 8th, so this one’s personally written I’m sorry and thank you. :) Also I apologize for the wait! I had my first midlife crisis of the month! (There any many per month and this is 2024th first one)

Enjoy~

Landing on your ass during training was always a pain. Not only from the physical pain it erupts through your tailbone, knocking the breath from your lungs, but also because of the embarrassment that usually followed.

Yet despite this, today, it was all you could do to not cry out when it happened.

Every aching cramp you had the displeasure of already feeling was amplified, shooting sharp pains not only through your tailbone but across your hips and femurs as well. Had your spine just fractured?

Surprised that you hadn’t gotten up yet, paired with how your face twisted in obvious discomfort, Eren raised a brow as he knelt before you.

“Oi, Y/N. You alright?” He asked slowly, unsure how to perceive this moment of weakness you were displaying.

“Fine,” you grunted out, accepting his offered hand to stand once more. Immediately you were lightheaded, unable to stand straight up as your abdomen clenched in nauseating defiance. It was as though half the blood in your body made a rush towards your pelvic floor, as thought gravity suddenly had a stronger pull over you.

Attempting to play it off, you placed a hand on your hip and discreetly squeezed it hard, while keeping your thighs held close together.

“I think…I think I just need a breather. We’ve been at it an hour straight,” You huffed, wiping your brow of the sweat that had gathered there.

Still regarding you curiously, Eren opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard as a shout from across the field intrupted him.

“The hell’s going on over here, brats?”

Cursing under your breath, you slowly looked up and attempted to straighten your poster. Meanwhile, Eren was already in full salute.

“Captain Levi!” He greeted, albeit anxiously.

“What, you get tired Jaeger? Decided to take a little break from training?” Levi approached the two of you, stopping only a short distance away with his arms folded over his chest and a slight furrow to his brow. Silently, he observed Jaeger first, before his eyes landed on you. The furrow in his brow let up, but only slightly.

“Actually-“

“It was me, sir. I needed a break,” You interjected, cutting the poor titan shifter off with a look of worry. For your well-being or Levi’s harsh tone, you couldn’t be sure.

But it never came from the raven, as his eyes scanned you up and down curiously. You’d have been nervous by this, had you not known the man so personally behinds closed doors. You matched his stare, silently trying to convey to him you really needed a break. Finally, Levi tore his eyes from your frame with a sigh.

“Very well; Jaeger, continue with Mikasa.”

“Yes, sir!” Eren responded, finally dropping his salute. With one last curious look over his shoulder, Eren was off.

Sighing in relief, you allowed yourself to slump forward once more now that you and your lover weren’t in direct sight of the others on the training grounds.

“Sorry, Levi. I…I can’t train right now. I tried, but it’s too much.”

Levi regarded you curiously, once more looking you up and down. But this time, a slight tug of his lower lip hinted at a frown.

“You look constipated.”

“Thanks, I actually kinda am.”

He scoffed at your equally sassy remark, taking a step closer to you.

“You’re pale…the hell did that kid do to you? Do I need to go kick his ass?” He asked you softly, nimble fingers starting to brush your hair back for you. Stifling a giggle that you knew only too well would cause more discomfort, you shook your head.

“He didn’t do anything to me, I’m just uhh…” You sighed as you fought to find a way to convey what you were going through eloquently. As another sharp pain nestled into your side, you sighed in frustration.

“Oh to hell with it, I’m bleeding out, babe.”

Levi raised a brow at you, clearly unamused. “You could have just said you’re on your menstrual cycle.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t convey my anger,” you hung your head in defeat. You expected another witty retort, but instead you were pleasantly surprised when Levi half knelt before you and tucked his arms under your knees and across your shoulder blades.

Now held against his chest, you nearly protested as he began to walk back towards HQ. But you bit your tongue. Just how often did you get the privilege of being carried around like a princess, anyways? Especially by your usually closed off boyfriend. So instead, you took advantage of such a situation and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can you carry me every month?” You asked him softly, giving him your best attempt at puppy eyes.

Looking down at you in his arms, he held your stare as he walked, then turned his attention back to the front, muttering a quick “Dunno, maybe.”

Content for now, you nuzzled up against his chest with a sigh.

“Where are we going, anyways?”

“I could have brought you to Hange’s lab and fed you to one of her new pets, and you wouldn’t have thought to ask that till now?” He paused, and you could tell he was trying his best to hold back a slight smirk.

“I’m taking you back to our room.”

“Our room? I wasn’t aware we shared a room just yet?” You snickered, biting at your lip to hide your excitement at the idea.

After caching his slip up, he mumbled “Well, it could be our room…if you want. I meant my room.”

Warmth filled your chest at his offer, as you leaned up to peck his slightly pink cheek.

“I’d like that. But why your room? I’m all sweaty from training.” You asked softer this time, worried your favorite germaphobe hadn’t thought this far ahead yet. But it seemed he had, as he merely hummed dismissively.

“You’re dont training today, and you’re going to rest where I can keep an eye on you.”

“Awe baby,” You cooed, ignoring the way your abdomen screamed out in protest to moving yourself in his arms. “So you can get me things I need?”

“So I can make sure you don’t make any messes. And besides, I have my own shower. Captain perks or some shit.” He corrected, but this time wasn’t able to keep up that serious expression of his through his teasing.

After entering his room, adjacent to his office space, he set you down. Much to your digression.

“Carry me to the bed?” You asked pleadingly, clutching absentmindedly at your abdomen as the dull aches started up once more.

“Patience, brat. You need these uniforms straps off if you want to rest comfortably.”

Rolling your eyes, despite your silent agreement, you reached down to start undoing the belts lining your thighs, abdomen, chest and shoulders. But when your hand brushed against his, you stopped cold in your tracks. He looked up at you as he knelt, a flicker of nervousness flitting across his eyes before it was gone just as fast.

“I’ve got it, just hold still.”

So you did, watching with bated breath as he made quick, yet gentle, work of undoing each belt with ease. He even went so far as to remove your boots and socks for you, and hung your jacket up alongside his. Every light brush of his thin fingers against your uniform pants and shirt made your mind slip further and further away from the pain that wracked your body from your shoulders down.

Standing back up with you snuggled up in his arms once more, he made sure to place you down with utmost care upon his mattress, as though he saw you as made out of glass all the sudden.

Standing back up, he looked you over from head to toe, and saw how you were still scrunched up slightly in discomfort. With a sigh, he spun on his heel and left the room.

“Levi?” You called out, not nearly ready to have him leave yet. You’d only just gotten to see this softer side of his, you’d be damned to see it go away so quickly. Just as you’d started to stand back up, you heard from the other room him lightly call out.

“Just sit still brat, I’m getting you something to drink.”

Settling back down, you curled up under his sheets. They looked unbothered before Levi had set you here, and you wondered if he even used his bed. It certainly smelled like him, so maybe he did.

Indulging in the little pleasure of breathing in his slightly musky and calming scent from his sheets to distract you from what felt like literal death, you curled in on yourself and sighed.

You lost yourself to the fantasy of sharing this room with your man, this very bed with him, and didn’t notice Levi had returned until the bed dipped slightly behind you. Lazily looking up, you were greeted with steely eyes looking down at you in concern.

“That bad?” He mumbled, gently placing his hand onto your hip.

“Worse than you could imagine,” You grumbled out, face half buried in his pillow. You heard him sigh as the weight was lifted off the bed, and a slight shuffling that followed. Peaking over your shoulder curiously, your face lit up with a blush.

“The hell you doing?” You mumbled.

“Shut it, and move your ass.” He grumbled back, removing his own jacket, straps, and boots.

“Make me. I’m comfy here,” You whined, wrapping your arms tighter around your hips. Were you really that comfy? Not entirely. But the look on his face made you want challenge him in some way. Why? Why not?

Feeling his arms push down on the mattress and slide under you, you whined in discomfort as he quite literally slid you more towards the middle of the bed. But your complains were quickly snuffed when he placed himself right up against your back.

He removed your arms from around your waist, and replaced them with his own. Light pressure, nothing to intense. But the warmth he provided through this simple touch, it warmed you instantly.

“Too tight?” He whispered in your ear, lightly squeezing your middle. Shaking your head as best you could, you snuggled back against his chest.

Humming thoughtfully, he let his arms relax around you and set his chin atop your head, as his legs bent at the knee to fully encase your body with his own. The feeling was like none other, being fully spooned and cuddled by Levi nearly had the breath leaving your lungs. The faint brushing of his thumb across your abdomen was just the cherry on top.

“There’s tea on the dresser, whenever you want it. I’ll get it.” He mumbled against your hair, continuing to gently rub your abdomen.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You suddenly whispered, voice quivering just slightly enough to catch Levi’s attention fully.

Holding you a little closer and peppering light kissed across your neck, he pressed his chest closer to your back with a humored huff.

“I should be asking you that. But now, just rest darling. Relax, let me help you out in any small way I can.”

His soothing words lulled you into a sense of comfort once more, lacing your fingers through his as they traced aimless patterns across your abdomen.

As miserable as your cycles were, perhaps you now had something to look forward to during these weeks during every month.

Bringing his hand up to place a quick kiss across his knuckles, you allowed yourself a small smile as the cramps started to subside.

[heartache-onthebigscreen]

Calum X Recovering Addict

Like I can imagine him taking them to DAA meetings, not being to pushy like most people would be. He doesn’t treat them differently like he doesn’t constantly treat them like a child, but instead is there and will listen when needed and drive them when asked and will maybe even attended if they really wanted him to

proud of you - cth

an: addiction is a heavy topic! and recovering is a long, hard process. if anyone reading this is suffering with addiction or just wants to talk, im always here.

summary: calum gets you through your addiction recovery, through every bump in the road. you’re having a particularly bad day.

pairing: calum hood x recovering addict!reader

warnings: addiction, mentions of drug use, angst, cursing, mental health

word count: 1.6k+

not my gif

You sit in your seat, tuning out whoever was speaking in your DAA meeting while anxiously tapping your foot.

You stare at the clock, waiting for the end of this excruciatingly long meeting you had to endure today. It’d only been about ten minutes, and a lot has happened in it.

Usually, these weekly meetings were fine. You got to be around people who understood your struggles and you were able to openly speak about your issues.

But today, the normal group leader wasn’t there. It was some old, judgmental bitch who made you feel small.

When you had mentioned what substances you used to abuse, the woman had sent you a look of disgust and disappointment, and hasn’t even let you talk after. You still had a lot of time left in this meeting and you are not for it.

This sent you into a spiral, and all you could think about was using to get yourself out of this funk, but you knew that wasn’t even an option.

You stand up from your seat and quietly exit the room, hoping that everyone thinks you’re just going to the bathroom. You walk a little ways down the hallway and pull your phone out of your pocket.

And you call the only one that treats you like an actual person.

“Hey babe!” Calum cheers into the phone, “what’s up? Did you forget something?”

“No,” you sigh into the phone, you bring your fingernails to your mouth and start to nibble, “I just- how far are you?“

“Not too far. Traffics bad,” Calum chuckles, “need something?”

“Can you- can you come back and pick me up?” You shakily ask.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Calum’s cheery tone alters into a more serious one.

“Nothing, this new lady makes me feel…bad. I don’t know. I just don’t want to be here, can you please-“

“Okay, YN, I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, I love you.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“I love you too. See you soon.”

You hang up the phone, feeling much better as you walk back to the room where the meeting is held. You walk over to your seat and start to gather your things.

“YN!” The group leader says your name, making you freeze in your place. “Going so soon?”

“Yeah- I just don’t feel well,” You lie as you let out an awkward laugh.

“Oh, you mind staying for a few more minutes while everyone finishes talking about their week?“

“Okay,” You grumble, wanting to rip that fake smile off the woman’s face. You still had a few minutes before Calum made it back anyways.

Waiting for a text from Calum saying that he was here makes you extremely impatient. You’re biting your nails, bouncing your leg, anything stimulating enough to ease your anxiety.

You can’t take anymore, you stand up from your chair and start to grab your things.

“YN, why are you in such a hurry?” The leader questions you with a brow raised.

“Just…not feeling well.” You reiterate.

“Are you sure?”

What the fuck?

“I don’t think I understand what you’re saying…” You trail off while you furrow your brows.

“You just seem…antsy is all. You have somewhere you have to be?”

You are taken aback by this comment. You know she thinks you’re going to go use, which is not the case at all. It’s actually unbelievable she’d accuse you of that, this was supposed to be a safe space. No questions asked.

Before you can open your mouth to speak, Calum walks into the room, swinging his car keys around his finger as his warm smile lights up the room, “good afternoon!” He greets the leader, he then turns to you, “ready?”

You quickly nod your head and start to head towards the door.

“Ah, this your dealer?” The woman comments, making you stop in your tracks and whip your head around to give her a bewildered look.

“Excuse me?” Calum’s cheery tone drops, his voice now sounding cold as he raises his brows at her.

“Calum, let’s just-“

“You know, I heard you a moment ago. I’m more than sure you aren’t supposed to be talking like that. This is supposed to be a safe space, right?” Calum crosses his arms and stands up straight, his demeanor causing the leader to cower a little in her spot.

“I- I never said anything-“

“You just called me her dealer. That’s not saying anything?” Calum challenges, “I suggest you get your shit straight. Do not ever accuse YN, or anyone else for that matter, of wanting to use. That’s not what they’re here for.”

A range of gasps is heard around the room. You feel your face turn beet red as you glance around the room.

But you notice your peers nodding in agreement.

“Everyone here is a person, just like you,” Calum adds, “there’s no reason to treat them any differently.”

He gives the leader one last look before he interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls you out of the room. You trip over your own two feet as Calum quickly walks through the halls and out the exit of the building.

His car is out front, he only lets go of your hand after he opens your door for you so you can get in.

Once Calum joins you in the car, he starts it and begins to drive off.

You sit in your seat, quietly fiddling with your hands. Part of you thinks you should have just sucked it up and dealt with the meeting, it’d spare him the anger he’s feeling right now.

But you’re also glad he had the guts to say something, you never in a million years would have.

You’re not sure what to even do in this situation, you figure you let Calum cool off for a moment, or let him speak first.

Dreadful moments pass by as you two sit in traffic. It really shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes to get home, but traffic there makes it quite the commute.

“M’sorry,” Calum finally speaks up. It’s more of a deep mumble than anything, he lets out a long breath and reaches over to stop you from picking at the skin of your hands, “I just hate when people make you feel bad. You’ve done nothing wrong, flower.”

“It’s okay,” you send him a small smile, “I’m sorry I called you- I just-“

“No, no, I’m glad you called. I don’t want you to suffer through a meeting like that,” Calum lightly chuckles, “we can just find something to do, it’s alright.”

“Oh, you’re not going to make me find another place for meetings?” You turn your head in question. Anyone who had helped you on this journey forced you to go to meetings and were basically on your ass 24/7. Not a hint of trust was there.

But with Calum, things had been different. Once you told him about your addiction recovery, he had treated you no differently. He simply offered you rides needed be, and he never brought it up unless you wanted or needed to talk about it.

He treats you like a person. Not some charity case. And that’s what you love about being with him.

“Babe, I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” Calum shrugs, “you can make your own decisions.”

You nod your head in understanding, appreciative that he isn’t pushing anything on you. But you do believe you need some sort of meeting, whether it’s a different DAA group, therapy, anything to get through your recovery.

“I still want to go to meetings,” you say.

“Okay, we can find something when we get home.”

+

A week has passed since the whole spat with your previous group, even though that leader was temporary, you really just didn’t want to risk it.

So, Calum is driving you to a different place, different people, which is kind of scary, you have no clue what to expect.

You have been anxious all day long, being able to do nothing but sit still on the couch waiting for the inevitable appointment.

Calum has treated it like a normal day, he worked from home. He made you food, played with Duke, everything. He didn’t mention the meeting once.

Just a simple, “you ready to go?” when it was time to leave.

And now you guys have pulled up to the building, anxiety worsening in your gut as you stare at the new place.

“It’s okay,” Calum reaches out to fix your hair, “I’ll be back in a little bit, yeah? And you call me if you need anything.”

“I…never mind,” you breathe out.

Calum wouldn’t go in there with you, he definitely has better things to do than attend a Drug Addicts Anonymous meeting.

“No, what? You don’t have to do this y’know, we can-“

“No, no, it’s not that, do you…do you think you could come in with me?” You ask.

Calum sends you a warm smile, “of course, don’t mind at all.”

He moves the car from in front of the building to find a place to park.

While you two are walking in together, you grip his hand for dear life. All the anxiety and guilt continue to build in you as you near the meeting room.

“Calum, you sure I’m not bothering you? You don’t really talk about it much…I feel like you hate me-“ You begin to ramble, but Calum quickly cuts you off.

“Babe, I don’t hate you. You’re not bothering me, ever. I don’t talk about it much because…well there’s not much to talk about. All that matters is that I’m proud of you.”

And just like that, those four words from your favorite person causes your stress to evaporate.

Calum is proud of you, so at this point, you could do anything your heart desires.

[imagineaworlds]

I'm Sorry -- Leto Atreides

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of sex, violence, blood, nudity, death, torture, etc. Movie spoilers, and I assume book spoilers as well!

Pairing: Leto Atreides x fem!concubine!reader

Word Count: 1194

A/N: Certainly not my best, but I rewatched Dune, and this drabble has been on my mind for a bit since I watched it for the first time last week, so I decided to write it! Also, I have never read the books, nor do I know anything about them, so this is all based on what I know from the movie. If something's wrong, sorry! <3

The first time we slept together, it was on the tallest mountain on Caladan, rolling in the grass which I held onto for dear life with every thrust he gave, and our moans echoed through the valleys. There was no shame in what we had done. I knew of his concubine, Lady Jessica, and she knew of me. I knew of their son, Paul, and he knew of me. Later on, years after that day as my own daughter grew up, she learned to call Paul her brother, and Lady Jessica her mother— in privacy, of course. The last time he took me, Leto cried afterwards and held me in his arms as he whined about not doing more to protect our family and that he hadn’t married either myself or Jessica, both of whom he loved equally. I was speechless. There was my Duke in my arms, crying over something I had not yet known about, and all I could do was hold him until he was too tired to keep his eyes open any longer.

Hours later, I was woken up by Duncan Idaho who was covered in blood, despite his shield. Leto was nowhere to be found. Not by my side, in our bed, or even in our room. I asked Duncan where he was, and all I was met with was: “We must leave, my lady, there’s no time to waste.” Our path was blocked, however. Just as he turned to take me with him, the Sarduakar stood between us and the known doorway. He insisted that I’d run for the hidden tunnel just next to Leto’s side of the bed in case of instances such as the one we were facing where we would need a quick escape. Well, I would need a quick escape. Duncan stayed behind. I ran through the dark halls under the palace of Arrakis, navigating my way through with my arms out in front of me in the hopes that I wouldn’t run into any walls. What I didn’t anticipate was someone waiting at the end of the halls, and it wasn’t Duncan who was waiting for me like I almost expected.

“Dr. Yueh—” Just as my relief fell off my tongue, more Sardaukar appeared from behind him, clearly not a threat to him, though they were to me.

He stepped to the side so that they could grab me and drag me to the banquet hall as I kicked and screamed. It was impossible to escape them. The entire journey through the palace, no matter what I did, I was unable to free myself, and no one ever came to my aid.

And then two Harkonnen soldiers opened the doors to the banquet hall. I stopped struggling once I saw what was inside— or more of… who was inside. Sitting on the opposite end of the large table was the Baron, enjoying a fully cooked meal all on his own, brewing in the silence he shared with the man laying in a chair across from the Baron. I recognized him. Without even laying eyes upon his face, I recognized his grey curly hair that I had pulled on and played with so many times.

The Sardaukar didn’t hold me back from dashing forward while desperately exclaiming, “Leto!” I fell to my knees beside his chair.

They had stripped him of his clothes— everything, including his House ring. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t even move. I realized when I saw the sweat beading on his chest what he had done to him, that they had poisoned him with something that locked his joints and kept him in a hot pain which he had to suffer alone.

I grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers. There was usually a ring there to get in my way, or, more truthfully, to show my devotion to him and his House; but there was nothing there this time around. Nothing but my lips on his skin. I felt a single finger twitch until he could move it just enough to curl, signaling that he wanted to hold my hand. I obeyed. As our hands clasped together, I sat up on my knees to be closer to his face so that he could see me out of the corner of his eye.

I ran my free hand through his hair. “My love,” I whispered, “what’s happened?”

He couldn’t speak.

“My love, please… Please get up, walk out of here with me. Please.”

Vladimir Harkonnen laughed behind me. “And what makes you believe you’d leave here?” He stuffed his face with a giant spoonful of potatoes. “You won’t be leaving, my lady, and neither will your Lord.” He breathed loudly through his nose as he continued to chew. “You should at least find some solace in the fact that your daughter died a quick death, my lady. We’re brutes, yes, but she was too young to deserve such treatment.”

I looked to Leto again. “Please,” I cried quietly before kissing his cheek. “Please.”

For a moment, as he released his breath, I could have sworn I heard a word leave his mouth, I could swear it on my own life. He was too weak to speak loudly, so I inched closer until my ear was hovering just above his lips.

Leto croaked, “I’m sorry.” He squeezed my hand. “I love you.”

I cried again as I hid my face in the crook of his neck before I felt hands on me, pulling me away from my Lord, despite the protests that had arisen within me once again. “Leto! Leto, no! Please!” I looked to the Baron, “Please, my lord! Please! Spare him! Please!”

“Get rid of her quickly,” the Baron ordered his men who were now carrying me out of the hall.

Just before the doors closed, I saw him stand from his chair and float over the table towards Leto, and I anticipated what would happen next, though I wasn’t forced to watch, thankfully.

“Dogs!” Duncan’s voice echoed at the same time we heard screaming from inside the hall. I turned to see the warrior running right towards us with more blood drenching his hair and clothes, two blades in his hands now. “To hell with you!” And then he attacked. A few slices here and there as I jumped out of the way, and, suddenly, it was just Duncan and I standing in the hallway. “My lady, are you alright?”

“Leto—” I jumped at the doors.

Yet, I was stopped by Duncan who grunted, “Look,” he pointed at the bottom seam of the door where we could see the pink fog of poison rising. “Smell it.” We inhaled simultaneously. “Almonds. We must leave, my lady.”

“No, wait— Leto!”

“He’s gone, my lady.” Duncan was never rough with me, even hardly ever laid a hand on me, but what he did that night was understandable yet still expected. Since I was too stubborn to leave of my own volition, the man swung me over his shoulder and carried me out of the palace and to a thopter waiting for us in the middle of the burning city.

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dune family: @peggy1999 @hotch-and-bunny @gorgeousdarkangel @alex--awesome--22 @Braxdix @Haikyuusimp

[madametrashbin]

Blissful Relief

Modern Day life is stressful (no one can tell me otherwise), and as someone who will practically deflate upon suddenly having nothing to do and nothing important going on in the future (because being isekai'd means all regular world plans for life are cancelled), I will not hesitate to sleep like the dead because I'm not on a tight schedule now.

(Two posts in a Day?? What have I become?!)

A.K.A, I make an excuse to write a Lazy Nocturnal God!Darling who will abuse the cult pampering system... because that is what I would do without hesitation when I’m free from Modern Day duties that eat away at my health and sanity bit by bit with every hour I spend working like a mindless zombie from dawn to dusk, juggling home life that is filled with bothersome troubles that never change.

I’m also a night owl, caused by both insomnia and because it is the quietest hour that I cannot help but want to relish in since my life is filled with so much loud noise it gives me daily migraines... but of course, habits are formed from repetition and I will always wake up at 4-6am like a dumbass thus suffer the consequences the next morning.

Uhh... and I guess there might be OOC stuff?? Characterization who? Also Self-Indulgent again?? Super Self-Indulgent??? Letmeenjoysleepingandbeinganocturnalcreatureplease--

Morning tends to consist of Zhongli coming into your room, leaving the tray of breakfast he prepared on the coffee table near the sofa in your room before he walks over to kneel beside the bed where you're happily dozing off on, a hand moving to gently rest on the small of your back to rub small circles with his thumb. He’s softly smiling the whole time, looking at you with such adoration and fondness with how relaxed you were. As much as he wants to let you sleep in, he knows what would happen if a mortal body doesn’t move that much on a daily basis.

He'll try get you to wake up without being too loud, and if you ask for affection (kisses in particular, because I’m an affection and touch starved bastard), he will give it to you without hesitation and pepper your face in adoring kisses before carrying you off to the sofa so you could eat. He will feed you himself if you’re still too sluggish.

Will also put you in his lap if you’re nodding off, mostly to prevent you from hurting yourself (and because he enjoys the close proximity, if you allow it).

On rare occasions, Childe will be the one to wake you up in the morning instead whenever Zhongli is busy, letting you snuggle in bed a while longer if you want a few extra minutes before smothering you in his affections as he whisks you off from bed to get ready for the day and drop you off in the kitchen where breakfast is waiting on the table.

He will feed you himself if you're still drowsy, looking at you while cooing as though you are the most precious little thing this world has ever given life to (and to be fair, you are the most precious person to him with his family).

Will give you more cheek kisses if you’re still half-asleep, or in-between spoonfuls as a way to let you know you’re doing great... and because why not. It’s a rare moment to have, since Zhongli does hog a lot of your time.

Noon/Afternoon usually has Venti to keep watch over you if you ever choose to nap somewhere random around the teapot outdoors, or somewhere out in the wilds of Teyvat where the weather is just right and the surroundings are generally quiet. If you were outside of the teapot, you’d also have either Kaeya, Xiao or Kazuha to accompany the two of you depending on where you are for extra protection (per Zhongli’s safety precaution).

Venti will hum a song, and maybe strum a calming tune while you nap, happily basking in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight as the day goes by in a very peaceful and quiet manner. If lunch time comes around, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible, but finds it difficult to disturb you when you look so comfortable and peaceful right now. (And usually, this has you missing out on lunch if Zhongli is too busy to check up on you. Don't worry though, he'll make sure the packed lunch is empty before the old man drops by and that you did eat something.)

Kaeya will take the chance to cuddle with you, usually keeping you between his legs while you're using his chest as a pillow as your head is tucked in the crook of his neck. He's going to keep a loose hold on you, arms wrapped around your waist while occasionally shifting in case you're uncomfortable. He's smiling the whole time because you're so cute when you sleep like this. (Will occasionally give you kisses on the crown of your head if you don't mind it. Man wants to spoil you with so much love if you allow him to.)

Xiao is 100% attentive to all things in the surrounding, wanting to keep you safe from all potential dangers and will not relax while you're in such a vulnerable state. He will, however, melt when you sleepily call for his name while lazily reaching for him in such a lazy, but cute manner. Just like that, he's right by your side, asking for whatever you need. He's still on guard, but whatever you need, he will be there to provide... kisses and snuggles included, even if he’s struggling to be open about it. 

Kazuha would be smiling serenely, occasionally brushing the hair off your face if it gets in the way of giving you proper sleep. He would take care of problems that may arise before it reaches you, and if you ever have trouble trying to be comfortable, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap while he gently pets your head in such a soothing manner that the nap turns into full on sleep... his legs might go numb, but he just couldn’t wake you up when you looked so peaceful sleeping right there.

Sayu will always accompany you when you’re in Inazuma, mostly because she could find an excuse to sleep with you around when you are getting ready to nap. She’ll be quick to defend you though, because if you get hurt, she’ll lose that excuse and she’ll struggle to find peace to sleep for a while without having people tailing after her.

Dusk/Evening you’re decently awake (or rather, barely awake), Zhongli’s not letting you sleep anymore until later into the night. Ei would keep you company, the time when it’s not so busy for her as things settle down and allow her to spend time with you. She’s honestly just internally squealing when you end up holding onto her hand or sleeve if you’re too groggy to walk by yourself and properly guide your own feet.

Sometimes the Kamisato Clan would be the ones to accompany you, per Ei/Raiden Shogun’s orders. Ayaka used to be on-guard (because how did someone who was barely standing on their own two feet turn the Raiden Shogun into some excitable puppy??) when she first met you, but she got over it after realizing you’re not a bad person after spending enough time with you to see it.

Thoma sometimes coddles you, knowing well enough that you were just tired from the stress of the daily life you used to have when you told him once during a day when he was left to take care of you... He does his best to make sure you were enjoying yourself in the city, keeping a watchful eye in case you’d trip on your own feet.

On rare occasions when even the Kamisato Clan is busy, Kujou Sara would be the one to care for you... as foreign as it was in the beginning, because you’re so idle and pretty sluggish most of the time, but she grew to find these times relaxing. Of course, she is ever watchful for all problems, and when you were awake enough, would be helpful with your foreknowledge if you do remember everything well enough.

When Night falls upon Teyvat, you are fully awake, if only for a while until you grow exhausted again. In these moments, they would all try to spend time with you and gain more of your attention... but aside from that, you would often take strolls on Watatsumi Island, if only because you do sincerely enjoy the scenery the island had during the night... but other times, you would either take a stroll at Starsnatch Cliff or Qingce Village.

Kokomi would be with you, walking alongside you while she admires the sight of your relaxed, fully awake expressions that mostly appears at night. She would keep each of these moments to her heart, knowing that if her God loved Watatsumi as it is, then all her efforts into protecting it was worth it... plus, there was something nice just knowing a God like you enjoying the natural sight of her home while taking a nightly stroll.

Gorou trails behind you like a puppy, basking in the attention you give him and will always be ready to defend you. When you talk, he is absolutely silent, wanting to hear your voice in its more clearer form. He will not be happy if someone interrupts you, definitely will snarl at them if you don’t keep him in check... but aside from that, he will stick close to your side while you’re at Watatsumi Island as your guard with Kokomi.

Diluc will be by your side during the night when you’re in Mondstadt, always looking away when your gaze is directed towards him but otherwise would observe you closely... since he often sees you when you weren’t fully awake. He enjoys seeing this side of you more, and while he does find your sleepy self to be adorable, he likes knowing that you’re aware of everything... It gives him a peace of mind when you do acknowledge his efforts.

Midnight rings clear into the night, the clarity of your mind would return into its sleepy state. You would return back to the Teapot and get ready for bed, tucked in comfortably by one of your acolytes before you slumber until morning rises once more and repeat your day... Sometimes, if you’ve relaxed enough, you might be fully awake for the whole day.

Of course, that is a rare moment that might not always happen, but if you were truly awake for a whole day, none of your acolytes are going to miss this chance and might fight to have your full attention if you don’t give them the satisfactory amount, unless you put your foot down and make sure they behave. 

Aside from that, your cult will always be there for you, ready to take care of you and give you all the affection you want.

[titanicsimp]

A lonely spot for two

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; vaginal sex, oral, creampie, semi-public sex. Zeke acting kinda sleazy.

Summary: As the daughter of a Marleyan general, seeing Zeke could mean the death of you both. But even as hidingspots are growing slim, he isn’t willing to stop your little affair.

Shudders from both the cold and your nerves run over your body as you skitter over the barely lid streets of the Eldian zone. The band that gives you a fake Eldian identity around your arm keeps slipping, having been intended for a man far larger than you. You wish all this sneaking around could stop, but you know that could never happen.

The fact that you kept seeing Zeke was incredibly stupid. Eldians and Marleyans did not mix, so if anyone found out about your secret rendezvous with him you would both suffer horrid fates. Both of you knew the danger full well, but it stopped neither of you of seeking each other out.

What had begun with stolen glances while you dropped things off for your father at meetings, now had you shadely meeting up with Zeke in a secluded alleyway.

“Zeke?” You whisper.

This is the spot where he told you to meet him, you are certain of it, but the darkness is so thick you can’t spot him in the long alley.

“Over here.”

You sigh in relief when you hear his voice and make your way towards it.

Zeke’s leaning against one of the brick walls, puffing away at his cigarette. When you’re close he gives you a lopsided smile.

“I would offer you one, but I doubt you’re willing to commit two sins tonight.”

You purse your lips. Ah, it’s one of those nights. “Hello to you too, Zeke.”

You give him a look as he continues standing against the wall with his cigarette. “Did you find a spot?”

He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with the bottom of his boot. “Yeah, you’re standing in it.”

Surprise washes over your face and you look around in horror. He can’t be serious, a dirty alleyway?

“What’s wrong? Too lowly for a Marleyan?” He asks, provoking you on purpose.

“You know that’s not it.” You’re jaw tightens. Damn him for making you feel bad right now.

Zeke chuckles and saunters of to you. “I’m just teasing.” He puts a finger below your chin, raising it up. “Not being able to see you these past days has been exhausting. Have you not missed me?”

You sigh. You can’t stay mad at him right now. “I have, a lot.”

He gives you a smile. “Then this is okay, isn’t it? Just for once.”

You nod slowly in agreement and he pushes you with your back against the wall. His lips brush over yours as he continues holding your chin, and you feel your body come alive at the slight intimacy.

A noise makes you snap your head to the right, eyes wide. Luckily there’s nobody there, a piece of cardboard merely bumping into things as it’s carried by the wind.

“What if somebody sees us?” You question worriedly.

Zeke shrugs. “Should be fine, they’d probably just think you’re a prostitute.”

Displeasure is clear on your face at his comment.

Before you can protest, he presses his lips fully to yours. He gives you a sloppy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and his lips moving wildly against yours. You grab onto his jacket and get pulled in regardless of your displeasure.

Not having been able to touch Zeke for almost a week had made your anticipation for tonight worse than usual. It had been hard to keep your mind in control during the day and stop it from drifting to him fucking your brains out.

He pulls away from the kiss and his cock twitches in his pants at the look of want on your face. “Seems like you don’t mind. Tell me, is it because you’re my little whore?”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks.

Zeke’s hand drifts from your chin to your neck, running his fingers over the length of it. “Come on, say it.”

You swallow down the embarrassment. It’s not that you don’t enjoy it, but you’re still not used to talking dirty like this. “I-I’m your little whore.”

He gives you a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”

You feel proud of yourself for pleasing him.

“Now, get on your knees.” He tells you with a predatory grin.

Doubt makes you glance around the alleyway. Gods, you’re really doing this here aren’t you.

With a last glance for reassurance at Zeke, you drop to your knees. The cobble street feels harsh against your knees, even through your skirt.

He hurriedly unbuttons his pants, pushing it down with his underwear just far enough so his cock is freed. A groan leaves his lips when he rubs the head against your lips. “Look at you...”

You obediently wrap your lips around his cock after he gives them a tap with it.

“You’re a real sight.” Zeke tells you and tangles his hand in your hair.

You suck on his cock, twirling your tongue around the head while doing so. You feel ashamed at how much you missed the taste of him.

The hand in your hair is joined by a second, and as he takes the back of your head in his hands you know what’s coming.

Zeke pants heavily as he pushes your head forward, forcing you to take his cock down your throat. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes and you silently curse him for being so big.

He chuckles as he feels you struggle to take him that deep. To get him back, you wiggle your tongue as much as possible against the underside of his cock, making a groan interrupt his chuckling.

You brace your hands against his hips to keep some control as he starts moving your mouth up and down his cock harshly. You feel his muscles clench under your hands multiple times, telling you that’s he’s trying to keep himself from cumming.

Without warning, Zeke pulls your mouth off of his cock with a pop. You gasp and take in air, wiping the saliva off of your mouth.

“I’m not wasting my cum in your mouth.”

You shoot him a look. Bastard.

Lust and impatience are clear on his face as he drags you back up by your arm. He spins you around, resting your front against the wall.

“Zeke!” You yelp in surprise as he flips up your skirt and pushes aside your panties.

“You’re soaked.” He notes as he runs his fingers through your wetness.

You shiver as his mouth comes right next to your ear. “Does sucking me off get you that much?”

“Please.” You whimper and put your hands against the cold wall.

“Please what?” He ask and you can hear the grin in his voice.

You bite your lip as his fingers play with your cunt, teasingly dancing over your entrance.

“I want you.” You tell him desperately.

His fingers poke at your entrance more intendly. “You want my fingers or something bigger?”

Gods, if you weren’t so turned on you would slap his glasses off of his face. “B-bigger.”

Zeke laughs contently at your answer. His fingers leave you and he instead grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt, coating his length in your slick.

You bite your lip to muffle your moan when he pushes himself into you, sheathing his full length inside you in one go.

“You take me so well.” He praises you from behind, his hands finding your hips.

When he pulls out and thrusts back in with a wet clap against your ass, you feel truly dirty. Zeke doesn’t seem to care as he starts fucking you from behind without hesitation.

Your own reservations are quickly forgotten at the feeling of him stretching and filling your cunt. Those few days without it had been so dire that you’re worried you might be addicted.

His name leaves your mouth a bit too loud when he kisses the back of your neck.

“Ssshh, you don’t want someone to hear, do you?” He whispers against your neck.

You shake your head. “N-no! It just feels- ah- so good.”

One of his hands leaves your hips, instead coming up to cover your mouth. You pant heavily against his hand as he continues slamming his cock into you.

Wetness drips down your legs and you feel them shaking lightly after Zeke keeps on fucking you fast and hard for minutes. You’re getting close, and you bite down in his hand in preparation.

Instead of saying anything, he bends his knees slightly and snaps his hips against your ass in this adjusted angle. Your scream is silenced by his hand as you cum violently on his cock.

Your legs start feeling weak as the waves of your orgasm course through your body. Zeke’s grip on you is firm, and for the first time tonight you’re grateful for the sturdy wall in front of you.

His pants and groans start sounding more choked as he starts approaching his own orgasm. His hand leaves your mouth and he pulls your face to the side to kiss you.

You eagerly moan into his mouth as his hand rejoins the other on your hips. With his full strength available again, he holds you tightly as he slams into you hard.

His pace is erratic, only spurt on further by your squeezing walls. You make out with him feverishly as he rams his cock into you over and over. You’ve already cum and he still has you this desperate.

Zeke’s tongue leaves your mouth and he bites your bottomlip as he cums inside you. You choke back your mewls as both the sting at your lip and the sensation of feeling his hot seed filling you make your walls squeeze even tighter around him.

He gives a few more lazy thrusts as he continues cumming, his breathing just as ragged as yours.

“I need to see you again tomorrow.” He tells you after he’s finished cumming.

Your throat feels dry when you speak. “A-alright.”

Zeke pulls out of you and tugs himself back in his pants, adjusting his clothes.

You squeal when he slaps your ass before adjusting your panties and skirt.

“Come on now, this is below your rank.” He teases you as your skirt drops down to cover the mess he made.

You give him a weak smile after you’ve turned around. “Seems like you enjoy putting me there.”

He grins and pulls you close by your waist. “Oh I’m more than enjoying tainting the poor general’s daughter.”

You roll your eyes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Yeah yeah, how about you taint my ears with some government secrets then? I want to know how your days have been.”

Zeke frees you from his arms and plucks a cigarette from his pocket. His face lights up when he flicks on his lighter, betraying the slight flush on his face. “I would love to.”

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