#it's all very fuzzy. as per usual.

[egoisticqueer]

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Halloween hcs for a Witch!Reader who makes a pact with Demon!Freminet/Scaramouche/Albedo and uses his magical obedience to make his pussy come and squirt on command

Hhhhnnngghh I forgot how much I enjoy scenarios like this 🥴 Everyone is 20+ as per usual~

I hope these are to your liking, dear anon ❤️

Freminet

Oh this poor little thing...you just love to ruin him when he least expects it

Using your pact to call him to your location and luring him into a false sense of security by acting sweet and sitting him in your lap for cuddles

Then when Freminet has relaxed you'll activate the seal on your hand and whisper in a commanding tone “Cum for me, darling”

And the little demon throws his head back so hard, his pussy clenched around nothing at all while a powerful orgasm hits him

Freminet will beg so sweetly for you to stick something inside, anything at all, just...fill him up please? 🥺

“Pl-please....need your fingers...need you insiiaaahhh—!! ” He'll cry out while you command him to cum untouched once again, the intensity of it all causes his vision to turn all fuzzy

You oblige him, torturously though. Shoving your fingers deep within his wet cunt and fingering Freminet roughly until he shouts out, “C-close!! Aaahh—!! Y/n! ”

He's so soooo embarrassed when you force his little pussy to squirt

Painfully clawing at your wrist while you finger his hole open and make him squirt harder

And of course after you've tortured him to hell and back (pun intended) you'll soothe the little demon and take care of him while he recovers from his orgasms 💙

Scaramouche

A bratty little thing like Scara honestly deserves something like this

He's in the middle of chastising you for some reason or another when your thumb presses against the seal on your palm, activating your control over him

All it takes is you uttering a single word, “Cum”

Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock as he feels slick cum drip out of his cunt, his thighs shaking the entire time his orgasm lasts

“Wh-what the fuck....was- aaahh!! Why did you–?” The poor thing is dumbfounded as the realization hits him; you forced him to cum just to make him shut up

Scara is about to berate you again when you repeat the command, smirking down at the man while he sinks to his knees. His legs no longer able to support him from cumming a second time within a few minutes

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a fierce look shooting daggers at you despite that fact. And you surprise him yet again with the words, “Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess all over the floor then clean it up ”

Unable to refuse your order, the bratty demon gushes all over himself. His shorts and panties are soaked and dripping all over the floor underneath him, creating a puddle of wetness

His torso falls forward onto the ground, causing his ass to stick up in the air as another wave hits him and his pretty pussy squirts again, his shrill wailing fills the room from pure pleasure

After a minute of letting him catch his breath you'll circle around behind him and touch his wet cunt, his body jolting from overstimulation at the tiny bit of contact

Maybe he learned his lesson this time, maybe not. His fate all depends on how hard he can beg for forgiveness now~ 💜

Albedo

How lucky you are to have a demon prince under your command. How delicious it is to force your prince to cum whenever you think he should

Bending Albedo over your desk and fucking into him. Not allowing him to cum unless it's from your command 😳

He's stuffed completely full, moaning like a whore, and then you force him to gush all over the tile floor

His little cheeks heat up uncomfortably while you coo in his ear, “Aaaww, did my little prince make a mess? How about you do it again, squirt for me, Albedo. Show me how much your pussy craves being stretched and fucked~”

Albedo's hands slam on the desk and claw at the wood as he's forced to cum again, white hot pleasure consuming his very being

Maybe you'll grab him by the horns and use them as leverage to fuck into his cunt harder, but only if he begs~ 💛

[libertyybellls]

KISS IT OFF ME !

pairing; finnick odair x f!dist4!reader

summary; finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?

contains; FLUFF, established relationship, finnick is still pining for reader, alcohol consumption- but positively i guess, reader is anxious in the beginning, objectification by the capitol as per usual.

a/n: i hope im not misunderstood but when i put specific photos or outfits/hairs in the headers of my works that is not directly what i am picturing the reader as! its more-so the hairstyle, or the outfit- or simply the aesthetic of the picture. not the race, hair nor body type. ur all cutie pies. ok anyways onto the fic kiss kiss.

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“well would you look at that!” your stylist squeals in your ear, “from the moment you won your last games i have just been dying to design for you again and… here we are!” she ushers you to spin around.

she’d always been kind to you, perhaps less kind to your dignity- always wanting to flaunt you like a show pony- but nonetheless her support had always been there.

“it’s beautiful, thank you.” you smile small at her. so bittersweet, she was oh-so ecstatic to dress you up once more but to you- this meant less serenity to you. more agitation, more distress, more death.

it felt like a paradox, to be adorned in this sweet, innocent, baby pink before you’re sent away to a grim world once again- you’d already gone off on a tangent to finnick. you’d both sobbed solemnly about the cruelty of it all, how you would never be able to live in peace.

but finnick just wanted you both to have this one night, to indulge in the capitol before you were sent of to your deaths, obviously he would see the brighter side of thing- blabbering about plutarchs plan and how he only needs to protect you, katniss, and peeta until he can get you out of there.

sounds so very simple doesn’t it?

once you’d finished your interview you attended a party, a celebration for the third quarter quell. how ironic, what was there to celebrate?

you’d seen the food platters, the spiked drinks, and indulge you did.

your brain had been fuzzy by the time you’d escape the overbearing class of the capitol citizens, who wanted to know every detail of your life.

it was then- finnick had spotted you- so inebriated you’d genuinely laugh at something the woman next to you said.

feasibly being that she’d said something so pretentious you couldn’t help but tilt your head back in laughter. but nonetheless he admired.

he admired your dress, your smile, the way your eyes slightly disappeared when you laughed, the way your hair was laying down your back. he was simply under the spell of you.

it was then your eyes met his smitten ones, so love drunk- or possibly just drunk- that you’d excused yourself and made a beeline straight for him.

he’d encaptured you with warm arms, a leather corset-like article of clothing consumed his waist- followed by his white buttoned down that seemed to be unbuttoned.

you noticed the way his eyes consumed you- not like the others did. not like you were a piece of cake, not like you were something they had to have for the night, but someone who lit his chest alight.

“you look beautiful.” he murmurs into your hair, his hands around your waist.

“i hardly feel that way- im scared, i think.”

he shook his head, pulling you from his warm embrace much to your dismay. “don’t be. you’re with me right now.” finnicks plush lips lay atop your forehead now.

you laugh as he continues to peck your face, giggles leaving your lips.”so beautiful.”

it was only when you nearly toppled over your unnecessarily long pumps that he took not of your consumption.

“so head over heels it seems you’ve had a little to much to drink. what do you say i get you back to your room now? hm?” he straightens you back up. “run you a bath?”

you let out a muffled mm into his chest, your other hand placed on the side of his chest holding you steady. “love you s’much finn.”

it was his turn to laugh now, there was no mockery, no heinous act behind it, just you and finnick. “i know baby.”

-

[lowkeyrobin]

hello! can i please request hcs with quackity about being in a long distance relationship with him?

yes omg!! thanks for the request! ; I tried, I tried not that great

QUACKITY ; long distance relationship

summary ; you and quackity are online daters /j

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 686

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

you met at Twitch Rivals

you're both content creators which is obviously how you met

you guys bonded over shared interactions and the games you'd both lost

you got along so great that you exchanged information and decided you should stream together sometime

a couple weeks later you were invited to a jackbox stream with him, fundy, tommy, tubbo, bbh, and niki

shit went crazy

"Y/u/n, is there anything you'd like me to call you before we start? Like nickname or just y/u/n?" Niki asks

You graciously answer her, letting her know your name and proffered pronouns. Tommy makes a little, very lighthearted joke before pointing out someone in chat already making you and Niki and you and Alex ship names.

"Oh God, they've got us" You chuckle. "They're both mine, chat"

"AYO? SINCE WHEN?" Alex shouts

Niki giggles, covering her mouth.

"Since now" You shrug

you decided to try dating during the second north carolina meetup

you both had some fuzzy feelings about each other and mutually agreed on 'well hey, we like each other, why not try it out?'

being near the beach and with all your friends made it like a dream

but after two weeks, you had to go home

but you left your relationship untitled for now

Streaming together continued as per usual. So did long talks and phone calls, and hours spent playing video games (mostly Minecraft) together.

the next trip was to LA to visit Alex this time

you guys had your first kiss on his balcony overlooking the city

the way he giggled after omg

during that trip, you established your relationship and started to go on every day dates and stuff

but then you had to go home again

Honestly, both of you didn't really think about what to do with your relationship once you went home. You were taking it all in while you had it and weren't thinking about the very true reality of it all.

you thought talking was constant? it is now

sometimes both of you will just stay up late and rant about what you like about each other and corny shit

youre the one to softlaunch the relationship to fans

you probably guessed the password to his twitter/instagram and changed his bio to "y/u/n's bf 💯💯"

he didnt even know until people were flooding his dms and people on tik tok were talking about it

hed already said he was okay with telling people as long as you were tho

sends you pictures of flower bouquets once a week with some thought out, very loving paragraph or poem

he constantly complains about not being able to kiss or cuddle you

"y/n/n why are you so far away!?"

"i told you id be able to pay for you to live with me"

"UGHHHHHHHHH"

sends you good morning/goodnight texts and talks about what you'd be doing that day if you were together

cheesy little man

always spamming you w pics of Tiger

will religiously send you memes and blow up your phone if you're busy or ignoring him

yk the relationship is srs when even your qsmp characters are in love

the lore.

half of its heartbreaking angst and the other half is literally your bucket lists/daydreams of the future of your relationship

hes so down bad for you

will do anything to make you smile or make you flustered

will make the most suggestive jokes in front of friends, stay silent for a second or two and yell "im joking, im joking!"

orders you doordash/uber eats when you're doing subathons or generally long streams

will always join through vc/greenscreen when youre doing cooking streams

you'll do greenscreen dates (like the fiances stream) once a month and gossip over takeout LMAO

genuinely asks his fanartists to make ship art of you two because he loves seeing all the ideas and cute shit

they always draw you with one of his beanies or hats on, the occasional necklace

you reblog tumblr y/s/n fanart 24/7/365

karaoke streams are a must

you guys rank those "songs that all white people love" videos and rate the songs

dare or hot wing streams when youre literally anywhere but near each other>>

also playing just dance using vc and stream green screen>>>

[music-royal01]

Eywas mystery

Sully family x child!Reader

You were a mystery to the Na’vi people. Like literally, no one knew where you came from or how you got there but what they did know is that you were protected by Eywa.

Neytiri and Jake were returning from an ikran ride through the hallelujah mountains when they found everyone gathered around the tree of souls, Jake being Olo’eyktan immediately asked what happened worried the sky people could have returned. The crowd around the tree parted to reveal you, a little Na’vi child asleep the seeds of the great mother floating happily around you. The Omatikaya agreed that they had to protect you per the great mothers request, they also agreed that if they couldn’t find your parents then the only one that would be able to do that would be Toruk Makto and his family. So with caution, so she didn’t scare you, Neytiri carefully leaned down so she was kneeling next to you and tapped your arm to wake you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, a small whine leaving your lips. Neytiri can’t help but awe mentally

“hello little one, what’s your name” you take a look at her properly, your big innocent eyes examining her face

“My name is Y/N, ” 

Neytiri smiles extending her hand out towards you

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Neytiri do you know where your parents are”

“What are parents?” You say tilting your head in confusion

Neytiri looks back at Jake and raised an eyebrow, she didn’t know how to answer your question. But Jake did so he sat down next to his mate and introduced himself before answering your question

“A parent is usually an older person who cares and protects you, their someone who only wants the best for you”

Looking down at the floor you shake your head “I don’t think I’ve every had one of those”

When Jake heard your answer he immediately felt the need to protect you even more now. Either way the truth was you couldn’t remember anything your brain was fuzzy and the only thing you could remember was your name and how old you were. Neytiri took your hand making you look up at her

“Don’t worry little one, we’ll be your parents now and you’ll have a family” she said making Jake nod “if you want it of course”

They made you feel at relaxed and happy, so you smiled and hugged Neytiri

“I would love that”

Jake picked you up smiling “so how old are you kid” you smiled and stuck up 6 of 10 of your fingers. Jake made a mental note of you being a half breed but Neytiri just smiled “you know your the same age as my younger son and oldest daughter, so I think the three of you will get along perfectly” Jake set you down so you could walk on your own

Jake pulls up the flap for the hut calling out to his kids. Two boys and a girl stand in front of you smiling

“Kids this is Y/N your new sister”

The little girl runs up and hugs you

“I’m Kiri and I’m so glad to have another sister that I can play with, cause these boys are not very good at doing anything but goofing off” her statement makes you giggle and then one of the boys shakes his head

“Don’t listen to Kiri I’m lots of fun” the boy elbows his brother I can’t promise anything from this one though, I’m Lo’ak by the way”

The other boy rubs his ribcage a little before extending his hand towards you “I’m Neteyam and I’m the most responsible one here” Lo’ak buts in saying that it’s just a polite way of saying that Neteyam was the oldest

Neytiri calls everyone inside where you see her hold a little baby in her arms slightly rocking side to side

“Little Tuk is up and your grandmother was prepared dinner”

They all ran off but you just looked around and smiled.

You were truly loving this family so far

Part two: time flies

[ween-kitchens]

guess who forgot they can post writing on tumblr againnn anyway this was bribery so stiff would watch rtc HKFHD

(this is part of the sniflins au! idk if it’s canon or not but it takes place in that world! the sniflins is an au by myself, @angeart @loveroped and @stiffyck !)

jimmy can feel scar smiling against his neck, nuzzling closer every so often, and his stomach fills with butterflies. his chest is filled with a fuzzy glow—a wonderful mix of both his own and scar’s happiness. he can no longer tell what emotion belongs to who, and it’s wonderful. under the lazy warmth of the afternoon sun, it’s as if there’s no one else in the world aside from them, and jimmy couldn’t be happier.

that idea is very abruptly disputed, as joel snores loudly from across the picnic blanket. jimmy stifles a laugh, and he can hear scar giggling quietly in his ear (which, for the record, might just be the best sound ever). 

both grian and joel fell asleep a good ten minutes ago—grian almost fell face first into a cupcake, and joel dozed off midway through insisting that he was not going to fall asleep at all. scar and he have since concluded that it was the sniffer traits that made them so sleepy in comparison to them, and that they will never let either of them live this down.

“ruins the moment a bit, doesn’t it?” jimmy jokes quietly, if only to hear scar’s laugh again.

scar hums, the sound vibrating against jimmy’s skin. “well, I don’t know. doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” 

jimmy feels his face burn in a way that is entirely unrelated to the sun. “oh my gosh.” he buries his head in his hands.

scar is laughing again, sitting up with the sole intention of making jimmy even more flustered, it seems. “oh, but you are! look at you!”

“I will hit you.” jimmy says, muffled through his palms.

“I don’t believe you.” scar teases, sing-song. “you love me too much.”

“I absolutely don’t.” jimmy says. even to his own ears, it sounds laughably false. but right now, he’s proving a point, so.. shut up.

scar presses a kiss to jimmy’s neck, and jimmy feels his face grow impossibly warmer. “oh yeah? now, unless our soulbound broke in the last few seconds, i’m fairly certain you do, sweetheart.”

and- whilst jimmy may not usually be the most forward person in the world, desperate times call for desperate measures. the desperate times in question being his immense flusteredness, and the desperate measures- well..

jimmy takes his hands away from his face, shifts to face scar, grabs his collar and pulls him into a kiss. scar is surprised initially, but melts into it almost immediately—that wonderful glow growing in jimmy’s chest.

and- wow. jimmy somehow manages to forget just how happy scar makes him—not that he’s complaining; it’s something of a fantastic surprise every time he remembers again. like right now, for instance. because scar’s hands are at jimmy’s waist and cupping his cheek, and he’s leaning ever further into the kiss, and jimmy can feel the thin scar that runs through scar’s bottom lips and it’s bliss.

they pull away to catch their breath, giggling breathlessly all the while, and jimmy takes the opportunity for payback. he peppers scar’s face in kisses, delighting as he laughs, and occasionally giving scar’s lips a teasing peck.

“point- point proven!” scar is saying, despite the fact that jimmy has considered stopping at least twice and each time scar whined until he kissed him again.

“mm, no, I don’t think it has.” jimmy grins. “I think I might have to kiss you forever, actually.”

“I mean-“ scar says, and jimmy cackles at the abrupt shift in his tone. “I wouldn’t object, per say-“

“you’re an idiot.” jimmy says, fond as anything. god, he loves this man so much.

scar beams, as if he knows exactly what jimmy is thinking. “I know.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 24

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Two in a row?!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The dullness of the home renovation show does little to combat your fatigue. You watch the drilling and trimming and plastering from behind a glossy curtain, yawning and swaying against Andy. You really just want to go lay down but you don't have the courage to insist on it.

Your eyes roll back only for you to snap your head forward, forcing yourself awake. Several times you feel yourself start to slump to one side. You don't know how much longer you can stay awake.

You feel the air in your nose clog and a rumble in your throat. You're too far gone to catch yourself as you succumb to your exhaustion. You sink into the fuzzy abyss, welcoming the rest for your mind and body.

You sleep without thought, without dreams, or worries. The deep blackness that blurs time and space, the very concept of your existence fading into the void. You forget everything for the dulcet comfort of unconsciousness.

You feel something on your arm. A long, soft caress. It's almost soothing, so subtle and gentle that you're not sure it's real. You moan and sniff through your dry nose.

"Amber?" You murmur, "I'll get up in a minute."

The hand squeezes and you curl your shoulders forward. You're too tired. You just want to sleep forever. You murmur as the touch descends to your elbow and the hand slips down to your stomach, spreading there.

It is much too big to be Amber. And why would she be in the bed with you? Against you? You feel the warmth radiating along your back.

You open your eyes as you're drawn into a stolid embrace. You look down and see the freckled arm around you. Oh. What do you do?

You feel his breath behind your ear, fanning up your scalp. You've never been this close to anyone. Especially a man.

"Andy," you squeak. "Andy…" you grab his wrist as your chest squeezes with panic. He needs to let you go!

"Hmph," he grumbles groggily.

You don't care if he's sleeping. He's touching you. He's got you trapped! You don't like this. You need to get away.

You need to sleep on your own. You need space. You need to be alone!

"Andy!" You squeal and dig your nails in as he hugs you tighter, "get off!"

You writhe as your voice piques. You flail as he keeps a hold of you. He shifts but doesn't let you go. You throw your elbow up and twist around, the impact cracking hard as you're released at once. 

You hit the floor as Andy grips his cheek and grunts. You gasp as you realise what you've done. Oh no! You never meant to hurt him.

"Ow," he hides his face behind his hand, "dove…"

"I'm s-sorry," you stutter, dizzily getting your feet under you, "I didn't mean to–"

You step forward as he peeks out between his fingers. The hurt in his eyes gives you pause and you wince. Oh god! 

"S-s-sorry!" You clap your hands against your cheeks and spin, "I'm sorry! Please! Don't be mad–"

You run without looking, without thinking. You hit the edge of the couch as you race frantically out of the room. You stumble up the stairs, not looking back as you fear he might be after you. That you may have just pushed him too far. But you deserve it, don't you? You hit him first.

You burst into the guest room and scramble to lock the handle. There is no mechanism. Shaky and terrified, you get on the other side of the dresser and push it with your shoulder. It scrapes over the floor until you have it across the door.

You slide down and curl yourself into a ball on the other side, heart beating wildly. No, no, no. Stay out. Stay out!

You can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and his barely repressed groans. There's a tap on the other side of the door before the handle turns and the dresser lurches but doesn't give. You whimper and cover your head.

You remember the way the chair leg smacked against your head, how the blows came down over and over, on every part of you. You remember how it left your breaths rattly and your bones screaming. You remember how Amber held you and told you it would be okay.

Where is she? You want her there to promise you that you're safe. You left her behind. 

"Dove, please, let me in," Andy says from the other side.

You don't say a word. You gulp as tears spring up. You don't want to remember. Stop!

"Dove, please, I'm not mad," there's friction on the door, "let's talk. What happened?"

You shake your head and ball yourself up tighter.

"Why did you hit me?" He lowers his voice.

You let out a sob. You don't know why. You didn't mean to. It never matters what you meant, it only matters that you're wrong.

"Dove," his voice rises again, "you can't just close me out."

You have no answer for him as you tremble in a heap, trapped between the past and present, paralysed for what's to come. 

"Aren't you going to apologize?" He scoffs.

You have no words, no strength, you have nothing but fear. 

He hits the door and you yelp, "Dove! Answer me." He snarls, "this is my house."

But he touched you. He was touching you! No, how can you be wrong? If he was touching you?

You're confused. It was an accident and yet you feel guilty. But Amber always says you should protect yourself. So why do you feel so rotten?

He huffs and clucks, "I can wait."

You open your eyes and slow drag your arms down, folding them across your chest. You wait and listen. He doesn't retreat right away, no he lurks outside and for a moment you think he's going to stay there until you come out. When at last his footfalls pad away, you're not relieved.

Eventually, you're going to have to leave that room. 

🕊️

Eventually comes in the form of your throbbing bladder. You stand at the door, facing the inevitable, dreading the outside. You shift the dresser inch by inch, trying not to make a noise. You move it only enough to fit through the door.

You peek into the hallway and hold your breath. The evening has come and the house is dark. You creep out, hoping you've gone unheard. You've always been good at being unnoticed.

Until Andy.

You tiptoe over the carpet and glance down towards his door. Your chest twinges with guilt. You hope he's okay. You can only feel the force of your elbow hitting him. You can hear the impact repeating in your head.

You quickly flit into the bathroom and shut the door. You flip the lock up and stand in the dim space. You don't bother with the light switch as you do what you need to and turn the faucet on only halfway to wash your hands.

You take a breath as you face the door. Just a few steps across and you can hide away. You ease it open little by little and let it fall ajar as you see the shadow waiting for you outside. Andy reaches over to flip the overhead light on.

You chew your lip as your eyes sparkle with a sudden wash of tears. You teeter on your toes as the white bulb shines through the glass sconce and illuminates the darkening blemish under his right eye. You did that.

"Andy..." you eke out.

He looks at you, tight-lipped, his own eyes glistening. He takes a deep breath that makes his chest rise and fall. His jaw grits and cheek twitches. He puts his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I told you..." you blubber.

He shows his palm, raising his hand as he drops his chin. A long exhale before he lifts his head again. He lets his shoulders fall.

"We need to talk," he says.

"I... know," you hang your head in defeat.

He gestures down the hall and you offer no resistance. You walk ahead of him, keeping your posture low, wanting to shield your head as you expect the worst. He points you down the stairs and follows your descent.

You enter the dining room at his direction and you sit at the table. He pulls out the chair across from you and lowers himself with a sigh. He pushes his hands up his cheeks and winces, leaning his weight on his elbows against the table.

"You hit me," he says staunchly.

You stare at the table, wilting as you bring your feet up onto the seat and hug your legs. You nod.

"I said sorry--"

"Dove," he intones, "you hurt me. And as much as I want an apology, I want it to mean something. I want you to understand what you're apologising for."

"I am so sorry," you bluster as you snap your head up, "really, Andy. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to. I would never-- I'm not a mean person."

"You didn't mean to but you did."

"I was confused. You were so close and--"

"You fell asleep. I was keeping you from falling off the couch," he hisses.

"Oh, uh, well, I... I didn't realise--"

"You keep making these excuses. I didn't want to... I didn't want to believe it but I spoke with Dr. Kemp while you were... hiding," he rolls his eyes, "and he agrees with me."

"What?" You heave, nearly choking on tears, "about what?"

"About you. About you're behaviour," he puts his hands down, folding them over the table. You watch the effort he puts into his next words, "about Amber. I didn't want to think about it, to possibly admit it but... she isn't the problem, honey."

"What does that mean?" You wipe your nose, "Andy, what are you saying?"

"Look at me, Dove," he leans in, emphasizing the blotch under his eye, "look what you did."

"But-- but--"

"You take. Everything. People around you give and give and give and they get nothing in return. It's exactly what you did to her. Dove, I want you to get help, but you have to realise, you're not a burden, you're a leech."

You lean back, chest heavy as it hollows shakily. You can barely breath. Why is he saying this?

"No, no, I'm not--"

"You are. You're not stupid so give it up. You know exactly what you've been doing," he insists. His tone is even and hard but not angry. "I know you're not stupid because you know how I feel about you. And you push me away and make me feel like the villain. I'm the bad guy because I love you? Because you made me feel something and I let myself feel it--"

"Love? Feel? Wh-what?"

"Stop pretending you don't know," he snaps, "dove, you just keep hurting me. Look at everything I've done for you. Why would I do all of this if I didn't love you?"

"You love me?" You croak.

"I do and look what you did to me," he waves his hand at his face, "you did this but I'm not going to give up on you."

You bury your face in your hands and cry. Every word is like a knife slicing through you. They always say the truth hurts the most.

"Dr. Kemp is going to help you. He's going to help both of us work through this--"

"I don't understand," you say through your fingers.

"I know you don't, so you need to trust me," he reaches across the table as you open your eyes and tear your hands away from your face, "I can forgive you, this one time. And that's because I love you. Because it would hurt more to let you go."

You shake your head and clutch at your hair, "no, no, no... I never... I didn't mean to hurt you..." you babble, "Andy," you gasp and hit the edge of the table with your hands, "do you mean I hurt Amber?"

He looks down and swallows tightly, "honey, you know what you did. You know it. You have to accept it if you're going to change."

You shudder as the world seems to shrink around you. You really are just as bad as you always thought. All those years in your little bubble, with Amber lying to you, telling you that you're not a monster. She took your abuse and you took everything from her. How could you be so horrible and not even know it?

"I... didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't... mean to," you chant through thick sobs, "no, I didn't mean to..."

"Shhh, dove," he stands and you make yourself even small in the chair.

You wince as he rounds the table and kneels beside you. He hushes you as he touches your arm, rubbing it gently as he coos at you. You quiet to a hiccuping heave and look at him.

"Are you going to try?" He asks.

You nod and gulp loudly.

"That's good, sweetie," he praises and reaches up to caress your cheek, "Dr. Kemp is going to see us tomorrow and we can do this together."

"Us? Both?" You murmur in confusion as he runs his fingers back down your arm and takes your hand.

"Couples therapy," he explains, "we have to work on our communication."

"Couple... what?" You squint at him, lashes fluttering.

"Come on, dove," he stands and pulls you to your feet, "I told you how I feel, are you going to keep hurting me by pretending you don't feel the same?"

Your lip trembles. Do you feel the same? You don't know. You've never really known. You're just afraid and lost and confused. You don't want to be a bad person.

"You feel bad, don't you? For hitting me?" He asks and you nod, a sob wrenching in your chest, "and you feel bad why?"

You search his face, only looking in his eyes for a second before you can stand no more. You look at his neck and the tendons there, the way it bobs nervously, and the tension set into his shoulders. Your lips part and you puff out a shaky breath.

"Because... I love you?" You squeak the uneven statement through your quivering lips.

"You do but and that means it's going to be okay," he draws you into a hug and you don't fight it. You can't fight something you don't understand, "isn't it, dove?"

[ultram0th]

“Man, these supplements you gave me suck!” bodybuilder Antoine Valliant growled as he examined himself in the posing mirror. “Where did you say you got these?”

You shrugged your thinner shoulders. “I bought them off some guy who swore up and down by them,” you lied. “He said that in just three days’ time, you’d be shredded like crazy.” You’d been working as Antoine’s personal assistant for the past two months and had really gained the trust of the muscle man, going so far as to convince him to try these new pills that you’d ordered online.

And they were clearly working.

You fought hard to hide your mischievous grin as the bodybuilder frowned as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. His body hair had increased, growing back in a short matter of hours. He’d shaved his chest just this morning, not that anyone could tell. Already his pecs and stomach were matted with thick, dark fur. That was the least of his concerns though since instead of cutting like he’d wanted, Antoine was horrified to find himself beefing up. In a short three days, the stud had packed on nearly thirty pounds of muscle and fat, giving him a really beefy and hairy look. His gut protruded much more than he liked and his thighs pressed together, shoving his large cock out in front of him as it struggled to be contained in his tiny posers. Even his pecs had rounded out and jutted away further from his hairy chest. The bodybuilder gave it a tentative poke, his frown deep on his face. None of his clothes fit him anymore, leaving him to just wearing his posers and sweats, which looked plastered over his inflated form.

“I’m sure it’s just left over water weight,” you offered, incredibly turned on. You held out another pill. “Speaking of which, time for today’s dose. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Antoine huffed in defeat and took the pill, swallowing it in one gulp.

[The next day]

You walked into Antoine’s apartment, setting your tablet down on the counter. As per your usual routine, you fixed a pot of coffee and helped yourself to a cup, mixing in some sugar. “Mr. Valliant!” you called out, taking a sip of the coffee which tasted a little bit more bitter than normal. “I’m here! How’re you feeling today?”

There was a low groan and the floorboards squeaked as the massive muscle man made his way over to the living room where you were. Once he made it, your jaw dropped at the sight of the large musclebear that the bodybuilder had become. 

Antoine was massive, weighing at least sixty more pounds, most of it centered on his beefy chest. His musclegut stood out proudly and his fuzzy pecs rested on top of it. Even his arms had packed on so much meat that they hung akimbo at his sides. His beard had filled in and he glared at you at you took in the sight of the bear.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” he accused, trying to cross his arms threateningly in front of him, but his pecs were so big that they kept pushing his biceps away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. Your façade cracked when you heard a loud rip and felt a rush of cool air on your ass cheeks. “What the—?”

You looked over your shoulder and felt the blood drain from your face as you watched your ass inflate before your very own eyes, tripling in size and jutting away to form a perfect shelf from your lower back. Before you could say anything more, the rest of your clothes ripped away from your inflating form. You were stunned silent as you witnessed your small pecs bulge and push away from your chest, resting on top of a protruding gut that rounded out away from you. Your arms packed on weight and you felt their cumbersome weight as your beefy hands itched at your skin which started to sprout dark, coarse hair all over. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you saw your blurred reflection in the TV and nearly passed out as you watched your seven inch cock twitch and pull in, stopping at a tiny, embarrassing two inches. It was practically invisible as it hid underneath your new musclegut which was hard to the touch and stuck straight out.

Antoine waddled over to you, dwarfing you completely, in height, muscle, and musclegut size. And especially cock size.

“Wh-what did you do?!” you shouted as your shaky hands ran over your bulky, hairy body.

“It’s only fair,” Antoine grunted as he reached out and caressed your inflated asscheeks. At the touch of the larger man’s beefy hand on your globes, a shiver rippled through your larger body and your little nub throbbed with want.

“Uuhhh,” you moaned uncontrollably. You had no idea what was happening, but the surge of pleasure and want that washed over you was overwhelming, and before you could even register what was happening, you dropped to your knees and hungrily began to suck Antoine’s huge cock. You winced when you felt your inflated asscheeks press against your beefy legs, but ignored it as you desperately ran your tongue all over the hard cock in your face.

Antoine chuckled as he looked down at you. “You got cocky,” he grunted, grabbing both side of your head with his beefy hands as he began to thrust his hips and mouth fuck you. His musclegut would brush up against your forehead every so often, turning you on all the more. “And now you get to pay the consequences. From now on, you’re my little cub, made exclusively for me to fuck. Got it?”

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned, swallowing the large load of cum from the beefy musclebear. Nothing sounded better to you. Well… there was one thing.

You finished swallowing and immediately turned around, presenting your inflated ass to the musclebear on all fours.

“Pl-please,” you begged.

Musclebear Antoine smirked and waddled closer to his new cub.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Nasty - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Minors Do Not Interact (18+ to read)

Warnings: This is a GROSS smut fic. Straight-up bloody period sex! Blood kink, female reader, masturbation, Shigaraki is a tad misogynistic, Shigaraki has toxic traits but we've been knew, quirkless AU, Shigaraki may or may not be a drug dealer, unprotected sex (but reader takes birth control), degrading pet names (mostly slut along with adjectives like dirty or filthy), blue-haired Shigaraki, use of vibrator, rough sex, light choking, not proofread

Today was a little tiresome. It was that time of the month and per usual, you weren't feeling like a pretty little princess right now. Thankfully your flow had lightened up since a few days ago, but you still felt worn down. You were hungry, tired, and above all else..horny.

It was such a nuisance. Out of any time of the month to be horny, why now? You supposed it could be easily explained by the fact that during your period, you're a hormonal wreck. Of course, you'd be horny. Doing anything about it filled you with shame, though. You COULD use a vibrator, maybe even a dildo, but it almost made you feel guilty. To pleasure yourself when you're utterly filthy.

Vibrators and dildos are great, but you also had a whole-ass boyfriend. A boyfriend who would sometimes question why you'd use toys and not invite him to play. Wasn't he good at making you cum? Why would you leave him hanging?

The thing is, it's not that simple right now. You were sure that if you had asked him to do anything with you now, you'd be hit with some nasty comments about how disgusting it would be to fuck you on your period.

Shigaraki was out in the common area talking to Dabi about some...stuff he had and how they were going to sell in order to make rent. You figured he'd be in there for a while, so you saw this as a ripe opportunity to try and squeeze in a quickie with your vibrator. You made sure to lay down a towel, a red one, to make sure no mess ended up staining the bed. Tomura would surely be pissed if that happened. You snuck over to your special box and pulled out your favorite vibrator that was notorious for making you cum quick and easy.

You lie down on the bed and turn on your vibrator, placing it snugly on your clit. The immediate touch is nice, and soon you're greeted with those warm, special, fuzzy feelings that come with being pleasured like this. Your flow was being generous, as you weren't getting much blood anywhere. After all, the clitoris isn't responsible for blood.

The vibrating sensations are quite lovely, but you raise your hand to tweak your nipple simultaneously to enhance the pleasure. That really got you going. Unfortunately, your blood wasn't being very conservative anymore. The mixture of wetness and blood together was making a mess and even getting on your hands a bit. You were simply grateful that you had set this towel down.

The comforting pleasure felt amazing, so much so that you hadn't even noticed your door open. Your self-care was shortly interrupted by an abrupt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He didn't say it in an aggressive tone, surprisingly, just irritated and confused. You jolt upwards, shoving the vibrator behind you. Not that it made much difference. You were lying there, he clearly saw you using it, and now your thighs and fingers were covered in blood. But, hey, you used a towel, right?

"Well, excuse me, but I was horny and didn't have any other option. Is that okay?" you retort defensively.

"Calm your tone, woman," Shigaraki snaps. "I don't appreciate that bitching shit and you know it. I was just asking what the fuck you were doing."

"Okay. I'm masturbating."

"I can see that."

"So why did you ask?"

"Rhetorical question, haven't you heard of that shit? I thought you were smart."

You don't say anything for a moment. You were embarrassed beyond belief. Maybe you should've assumed he would eventually walk in, but goddamn it you needed this. And now he's ruined it.

"You're gonna stain my fucking bed."

"That's what the towel is for."

Tomura wanted to lecture you, but despite the bloody mess you've made, your thighs and legs right now were alluring, to say the least. You were wearing a band t-shirt, and while Shigaraki usually would prefer to see your tits, the contrast between the shirt and your gorgeous legs made him want to fuck you badly. Maybe to pull the shirt over your breasts and watch them bounce as he fucked you.

Oh yea, you're on your period. Tomura didn't really understand this shit. He didn't grow up around girls and was never taught anything about the female reproductive system, other than if he came in you you'd get pregnant. But that's what your birth control is for. This period nonsense was annoying for him. Why the fuck should he have to hold your hand through all the cramps and bitchy behavior? He was convinced that your period made you an absolute cunt. Maybe it did, but he just didn't get it, and didn't appear to want to.

Some fucked up part of him saw the blood in between your beautiful thighs and his dick twitched. For some odd reason, you looked so cute right now. All bloody and filthy. He only wished that you would've yearned for HIM, and not that stupid vibrator.

"Are you really this desperate?" Tomura says in a seductive tone as he rests back on the door to your shared bedroom.

You blush, embarrassed to admit it. "Yea.."

Shiggy takes slow steps towards you, with the most sinister look on his face. He firmly holds your chin in between his finger and thumb, tilting your face upwards to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to, because it's gross."

"Well, yea. It's disgusting. But you need your bloody cunt to be pleasured, don't you?"

Your eyes beam bright, and Shigaraki chuckles as he notices you perk up. He pulls you into a nasty kiss, full of yearning and lust. You moan lightly into his embrace, still feeling unsatisfied as you were unable to cum earlier.

"Heh..you know I love you right?" He soothes. You can't tell if he's being serious or just saying this shit to make you horny. Either way, his charm is working. Shigaraki sits down next to you and pulls you in for a closer embrace. You rub your hands up his chest and tug on his shirt.

"I love you, too.."

"That's obvious, you goon. Listen, if you're gonna use this vibrator, the least you could do is let me help you."

Shigaraki reaches over to the vibrator you placed behind you. He looks at it for a bit, noticing the sticky blood and pussy juice. A part of him is grossed out, but knowing that you're so damn horny when you're bleeding like this? It's animalistic, and he loves it.

He reaches the button and clicks it, but there's no response.

"Huh?"

"You have to hold down on the button."

"Oh."

He does so and watches as the vibrator starts buzzing. He glances back at you and kisses your neck, pushing you to lie down as he slips the vibrator to rest on your clit. He's met with an instant pornographic moan from you, making his cock twitch in excitement.

"Hehe.."

Shiggy moves the vibrator according to your needs. He used to be pretty bad at knowing how to please your clit, but he's learned well. Years of fucking around on a controller taught him some things about pacing. He watches as you grind your hips against the vibrator and he makes sure it hits the most sensitive spot on your clit.

"Awwhh~~"

"That's it. You love this, don't you? You filthy slut.."

You reach down to the bulge in his pants and begin groping his cock as he uses your vibrator on you, eliciting a sexy groan from his raspy voice. You continue to stroke his dick through his pants and he begins making his motions on the vibrator more taunting

"Awhh~~, Tomura.."

"What's that?" He says teasingly.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Then do it. Cum on my hands with your bloody pussy."

Tomura reaches to tease one of your nipples as you're approaching your high, making you way more sensitive. A powerful orgasm washes over you in waves, causing desperate whines to exit your mouth.

"AaAAAH~"

"Mmm..." Shigaraki hums, horny as fuck from your pretty moans and wet pussy. As you settle down from your high, he looks at his hand, doused in blood. So gross, but who is he to deny his babygirl of pleasure? After all, you're so good to him when you suck his cock and let him fuck you on every surface in the apartment. Dabi, Jin, and some of the other roommates have been making food on those kitchen counters. Oh, how little did they know.

Shiggy reaches to unzip his pants and eagerly throws them off before whipping out his cock quicker than you could say, "fuck me."

There's a burning hunger in both of your eyes. Tomura practically pounces on you, kissing you passionately as you grip his hair. You know that his scalp is sensitive.

"Oh you're asking for it.."

Shiggy reaches down to penetrate you. He takes a look at your cunt before inserting it, almost as if he's reconsidering his decision. You've got him riled up though, and frankly, he's too horny to back down now. Tomura eases his cock into you, immediately hit with a pleasant surprise.

Your pussy felt amazing. So wet, so warm, so slippery. Oh he was going to have fun with you. Without much warning, he begins thrusting quickly inside of you. You feel so fucking good, so perfect.

"Mmm..."

"This is what you wanted, right, you nasty slut?"

"Yea.." You say seductively, intentionally teasing him. He loved how sexy you sounded when he fucked you.

Tomura held your waist as he pounded your pussy deep. For someone who was so concerned about you staining his bed, he wasn't holding back much. He didn't care, all he cared about was how gooey your pussy felt. Shiggy reaches down and softly wraps his thumb, middle, and ring finger around your neck. Not enough to actually suffocate you, but enough for you to feel dizzy.

This was probably feeling better for him than you at this point. He was relentless, thrusting at a rhythmic pace. He brushes your cervix and panting like a dog. Maybe even growling like one too. In his mind, he was fucking you like an animal in heat. He may as well play the part, right?

He's fucking you so nicely, every inch of your insides being pleasured. Your g-spot is practically throbbing against his cock. You allow the sexiest moans to escape, and both of you are sure that your roommates can hear you.

"You're my good little horny slut, huh? Yea??<3<3"

"Yea..mmm...Tomura.."

He reaches to pull your shirt above your tits to watch them move at the rigorous pace. Just as he had fantasized about earlier. They bounce so good, and you look even sluttier than before.

"Fuck..Y/N.."

"Awhh!~"

"I'm gonna cum.."

"Inside..do it inside.."

"In this bloody pussy??" He chuckles.

"Please.."

A couple more quick and desperate thrusts, and Shigaraki cums deep inside, and while you can't see, you can tell that his load was heavy and thick. He lets out a horny grunt as he came and both of you are panting and sweating. Not only were you bloody and wet, but now you had cum oozing inside of you. How fucking disgusting.

Shigaraki pulls out and sees the absolute filth that covered his cock. If he wasn't such a sick fuck, he'd probably puke, but knowing how well he fucked you? It makes it worth it. You're so messy now, and the towel came in good use for sure.

"Jesus fuck..that was hot..."

[presleyluvschris]

The Drawer

pairing(s): jj maybank x pouge!reader

i think this is an imagine/blurb

requests are open 🫶🏼

enjoy 🤍

------------------------------------------------------- authors note you were searching around in the chateau for the keys to the twinkie, but you happen to stumble upon a drawer of love letters towards one girl in particular.

word count: 566 (sorry its short!)

warnings: fluff, language, grammar

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"okay john b, geez, im coming!" you shuffle around the chateau looking in every cabinet and drawer. "where the hell did pope put the keys?"

you sigh and toss beer bottles out of your way trying to look for where these dumbass boys keep their things at, because you, john b, and kie were all supposed to be going surfing for the day.

"are you sure its in here?" you ask

"positive." john b folds his arms to the back of his head.

you look endlessly around, but you cant find the keys. so, after you made your rounds through the entire place, you decide to check the last room you were sure it wouldn't be in, but you had no other option. you creaked open the door to big john's office, thank god it was unlocked.

You take a step in and begin searching through the drawers and lifting maps and papers.

you place your hand on another drawer and pull it open its cool handle to find a bunch of little pieces of very recklessly folded paper.

"probably more ripped maps or something", you say to yourself.

you rustle through the paper and unfold it, to find a letter written in sloppy handwriting, that adresses your name.

you furrow and cock your head in confusion trying to read what its saying.

then your heart skips a beat.

it was a love letter, from jj.

multiple, actually.

you kept reading through it and it made your eyes water from all of the sweet things he said in the little peices of paper.

it made you warm and fuzzy but almost excited and and full of butterflies at the same time.

he had written letters to you for when you are sad, one for when you are happy, and in that one particularly, he wouldn't stop talking about your smile, and how it lit up.

you softly smile and press your pointer finger to your lips and laugh.

after you read some of them, you wiped a tear away from your eyes, chuckled, and left the room to find the keys in john b's couch the entire time. you roll your eyes, someone must have sat on them.

that night, you and the pogues were all sitting by the fire, per usual, sipping beers and laughing.

sarah said something that made you laugh, and jj glanced at you and smiled, and then looked down at his boots.

you notice jj looking, and you turn your attention to the blonde boy.

"what is it, j?" you ask

"your smile."

"how it lights up my whole face? i know, you never shut up about it in that note."

his mouth slightly opens in shock and he begins to blush

"how did you-"

"just, shut up."

you smile and lean over to press your lips to his. it was a passionate, and free kiss. he kisses you back with an equal amount of love.

you pull away and gaze up at his eyes while the flames of the fire radiate on both of you.

butterflies swarmed in your stomach and up your throat, making you giggle like a little girl, as he tucked a piece of hair that fell from your face back behind your ear.

laughter from your friends echoed. It felt like you were the only girl in the world at that moment.

"i have my ways."

[jeannereames]

And Alexander Wept for Hephaistion....

If you don’t mind, I wanted to ask, you said something along the lines of: by the time Alexander was coming closer to his death, he had recovered from the grief of Hephaistion’s death (if I’m remembering this correctly; I’m so sorry I have a fuzzy memory) how long do you think he mourned Hephaistion?

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This was an ask via message, so putting it here to reply publicly, as it may be of interest to others.

First, however, I want to mention a pair of articles I wrote many years ago now, but which are still valid:

“The Mourning of Alexander the Great,” Syllecta Classica 12 (2001), 98-145.

“Some New Thoughts on the Death of Alexander the Great,” with Eugene N. Borza (lead author), The Ancient World 31.1 (2000), 1-9. (I wrote the last 1/3 of it.)

The first, in particular, is an in-depth analysis of Alexander’s behavior after Hephaistion died. I’m still rather proud of it, as it brings together two quite diverse fields: bereavement + Alexander studies. If I had a critique for it now, it’s that I didn’t analyze the stories inherent in the primary sources, but that also wasn’t my intention in writing it. I specifically say that I do not plan to pick apart which reports of Alexander’s behavior are likely authentic and which aren’t. My goal was to evaluate all of them in terms of possible evidence of pathological bereavement, according to the (then) DSM III-R (et al.).

TL;DR version of the article: Alexander’s mourning was NORMAL and followed recognized patterns, if one allows for the loss of someone extremely close, a spouse/similar.

Yes, there were complicating factors. BUT he did not go crazy with grief.

Unfortunately, this article is far less known than the “An Atypical Affair” article on Alexander and Hephaistion’s relationship. That’s too bad, as the “His grieving was extreme!” persists among even some of my colleagues, never mind those outside the field of Macedoniasts. (It’s also admittedly possible that they were simply unconvinced by my arguments, but in that case, one usually cites and says so.)

If I could put a giant blinking neon light on one of my earlier articles to get it more attention, that would be the one I’d point to.

The second article—or my 1/3rd of it anyway—deals with the possible effects of deep mourning on the immune system of adult males of Alexander’s age group. Yes, according to some limited research, it does have an impact that increases susceptibility to infectious disease. Add his poor overall physical health after all those battles (and Macedonian-style symposial drinking), and he was just too spent to fight off the typhoid or malaria or whatever fever disease got him.

Ergo, he died roughly 8 months after Hephaistion. We don’t have a date for the latter’s death, but sometime in October or November of 324 BCE is the window. Alexander died June 10th, 323 … or possibly a day or so later if he were in a paralysis too deep for his breathing to be ascertained. (As per Gene’s part of the article.)

The dating is important, as it affects where he (probably) was in his mourning process.

Mourning follows a somewhat predictable pattern, and one of the biggest mistakes made by those unfamiliar with human mourning is to underestimate (often by a lot) just how long mourning takes … even perfectly normal, healthy mourning.

For a major loss, main mourning takes up to a year. No joke. That’s why bereavement counselors try to keep the bereaved from making any permanent decisions within that year. They’re still very much being buffeted by the winds of grief, even if they want to pretend they aren’t. But even after the year anniversary—and marking it with some sort of formal ceremony helps!*—mourning continues off-and-on (sometimes really intense for a few hours or even a few days) for up to 5 years. Again, no joke. Some bereavement studies experts don’t really consider a person truly recovered (note I never say “over it”) for as long as 10 years.

Additionally, ANY deep loss triggers mourning; it doesn’t have to be death. A divorce will result in mourning, even if the people in the marriage wanted to divorce. It’s still a “death” of sorts. Moving some distance away, graduation, and retirement can all set off mourning. This surprises people, that mourning can attach even to “happy” circumstances. Anything that includes an ending will set off mourning, albeit it may not be that intense.

But THE #1 and #2 most devastating losses are the loss of a child and the loss of a spouse/spouse-like figure. Period.

So, a slight correction to the question, I didn’t say he’d recovered from his mourning, but that he was beginning to emerge from the deepest parts of mourning.

What do I mean by that? There are (roughly) 3(-4) major phases of mourning. The speed at which we pass through these varies, dependent on the type of death and our closeness to the deceased. (The first article goes into that in more depth.)

Shock phase, which is typically anywhere from a few days to about 2 weeks.

Deep mourning phase, where the bereaved must come to terms with the loss. The bereaved cycles through a series of stages (not the best term) and, more importantly, struggles with certain TASKS of mourning (as per Worden). Again, the length of this phase can vary, but for serious losses, it can take up to 8-9 months, with the worst of it usually hitting 3-6 months. There is an intense focus on the deceased and the bereaved person may want little to do with new people and vacillate between wanting to talk a lot about the deceased or wanting to give away all their stuff because it’s too painful. Anger, bargaining, depression, self-blame … all are typical of this phase. It’s INTENSE. It really does take months, and people routinely underestimate it.

Re-emergent phase, where the bereaved begins to take an interest again in the external world, may make new friends and new plans that don’t involve the deceased. The deceased is far, far from forgotten, but the bereaved is learning to live without the dead person.

Continued bereavement would be a fourth phase past the one-year anniversary, where the bereaved will still experience grief, sometimes very intense when triggered by a particular memory, a birthday, or anniversaries. But the overall “worst” part of mourning is past.

Finally, especially in the deepest part of mourning, the depression felt by the bereaved is on par with clinical depression, but (except for rare cases) the bereaved absolutely should not take or be prescribed antidepressants as these interrupt the mourning process.

Yes, it hurts like hell but one can only go through, not over, around, or under. Through.

In some cases, however, bereavement becomes “complicated,” resulting in what’s referred to as pathological bereavement, by which I mean only not normal (I wouldn’t even say abnormal). Sudden death (as with Hephaistion) IS one factor that can complicate mourning, but it doesn’t necessarily lead to full-blown pathological grief. In the article, I evaluate all Alexander’s listed behaviors and explain why my final conclusion is that his bereavement was sharp, but not pathological.

Alexander’s behavior in the last few months showed aspects of the third phase. He was planning (or probably returning to planning) his next campaign and thinking about improvements to the city of Babylon apparently with the intention of making it his eastern capital. Yes, he was also planning Hephaistion’s funeral, but the other two things were new and show re-engagement.

So Alexander’s mourning had not ended before he died himself, only shifted. Even if he’d lived another 5 years, he’d still have experienced bereavement off and on.

Remember, grieving takes TIME. More time than you expect.

If you know someone going through grief, especially for a family member, beloved, or very close friend … give them space. Let them cry. Encourage them to talk about the lost person if they want to, but don’t force it if they don’t want to. Don’t argue with their theology/beliefs about death or their gallows humor, but also don’t shove your theology/beliefs about death, or your gallows humor, onto them. Read the room.

MOST OF ALL, JUST BE PRESENT. It matters less what you say than that you’re there. They may not even remember what you say later; they will remember you showed up.

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* In fact, world cultures that have traditional, one-year anniversary ceremonies routinely show better outcomes for mourning individuals.

[melancholic-and-delusional]

Hi!! Hope you're having a great day! 💕

Can I request fem! Reader × akutagawa with fluff 9 and 10? Like, y/n is back from long and tiring overseas business trip or something and Aku (this poor boi😭) is being clingy cause he missed her so much🥺??(even though he never admits it lol he's too proud for that) ty❤️and stay hydrated!!

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy what I've written!

Akutagawa misses his s/o <3

Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Fluff prompts: "Let's stay in bed a little longer." ; "I've missed you so much."

Akutagawa, your coworker, as well as your boyfriend, wasn't enthusiastic when he heard that you've received a long and difficult mission. Not only that, but it was overseas, which meant that he wouldn't be able to see you at all for days, possibly weeks. How could he know if you were safe and sound? You yourself weren't sure how long it would take for you to finish the task, but knew you'd be able to handle it.

Upon leaving, Akutagawa helped you pack any luggage you needed and sent you off. He hugged you briefly, and the both of you exchanged goodbyes. Nothing more, nothing less.

He thought that he'd be able to endure it, and that was the case for the first few days. What he didn't expect was how much he would miss you by the end and how progressively harder it would get. The more days that passed, the more worried he'd get. He hadn't heard any news about the mission. How could he be sure that you were alright? What if you got yourself hurt? What if your means of transportation were somehow cut off or you got in an accident?

It was day nineteen since your leave. He made sure to keep count. Akutagawa was laying in bed, hugging a pillow and silently cursing himself for being so pathetic in that very moment. The room was quiet. Suddenly, the unlocking of a door was heard. He arose from his position on the bed and moved towards the front door. There you were, dragging your suitcase inside. He greeted you as per usual. It was hard for him to admit how much he had missed you, and he'd feel too embarrassed to jump into your embrace too quickly. However, he couldn't deny you when you ran to hug him as soon as you saw him. In fact, he couldn't help but silently utter the words "I've missed you."

You could barely hear him, and you asked him to repeat himself. You looked at him as he attempted to avoid eye contact with you, a light pink blush began to cover his pale face.

"I've missed you so much," he repeated, this time louder. His calm and collected facade was almost lost.

You giggled at his coy attitude.

Fast forward to the morning of the following day, the two of you were off duty. You woke up to find Akutagawa's arm wrapped around your waist. Usually, he'd be more distant and, at most, hold your hand while asleep. You couldn't complain. After all, it was always a pleasure to cuddle with him.

Soon enough, he opened his dark eyes and whispered, "Good morning" to you. This time, he chose to act as if being so clingy was completely normal for him. He didn't pull away from you, nor did he comment anything about it. Your boyfriend just snuggled closer to you, closing his eyes again and even planting a few soft kisses on the back of your head.

"I'm glad you've returned home unharmed," he commented, breaking the temporary silence.

You got shivers down your spine from his breath hitting the back of your neck. You smiled, your chest feeling warm and fuzzy. You knew that despite his aloofness, deep down, he cared a lot for you. Moments like those would remind you of his true love for you.

"You said that yesterday," you reminded him.

"I can recall that. I just want to make sure you know how much you mean to me." As his sentence progressed, his words got quieter and quieter. He spoke softly, a bit shy to admit that, yet he didn't fail in making you feel loved and appreciated.

"Would you like me to make you breakfast? I'm sure you've also missed the meals I make you, no?" you proposed this idea to him.

"You're right, my dear. However, I do not wish to end this pleasant morning just now. Let's stay in bed a little longer," he requested.

Closing your eyes, you let Akutagawa continue to shower you with his affection.

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Southern Flannel Moth

Megalopyge opercularis

The southern flannel moth is a part of the family Megalopygidae, the family of flannel moths or crinkled flannel moths. It was described by Sir James Edward Smith in 1797. They get the name “flannel moth” from being covered in setae, hair like bristles that give them a fuzzy, soft look.

Description Adult moths have round, hairy bodies ranging in coloration from cream at the bottom to yellow or light brown at the head. It’s legs are the same brown as the body with black feet. The forewings fade from a darker brown to cream with black/dark brown at the top edge or “costal margin.” The outer margin is white and the middle of the forewings have white patterning. The hindwings are fully cream or have a similar gradient. The antennae of females are thin and white, while males have feathery yellow antennae. Males and females may have differing coloration. Females are larger than males.

The caterpillars are known for their long stinging hairs and their unusual amount of prolegs. Flannel moth caterpillars have 7 pairs of prolegs, while all other butterfly and moth caterpillars have 5 or fewer.

Average wingspan: 30 mm (≈1.18 in)

Diet and Habitat This species live on oak, elm, and wild plum as well as many garden plants such as roses and ivy. Adult moths do not feed.

It’s distributed across the eastern United States/Gulf Coast. They range from New Jersey to Florida and west to Arkansas and Texas. It is common in Florida but reaches its greatest abundance in Texas. They can reach further south to Mexico and Central America. They are commonly found in wooded areas like deciduous forests but can also be found in urban and suburban gardens.

Mating This moths has 2 generations per year, one in the summer and one in the fall. Late larvae may overwinter in their cocoon and emerge in late spring. Females usually mate the night of they leave their cocoons and lay their eggs during the first two nights following mating. Eggs are laid in single or double curved rows and occasionally in patches on foliage or small twigs and are covered with hair from the under side of the female to protect them. Eggs hatch in six to eight days.

Predators Observations of this moth’s predators is lacking, but there are a few reports of lacewing feeding on their eggs and a lizard eating a later instar. It is assumed they are preyed on by other common predators of moths like birds, bats, praying mantises, lady beetles, and ants. At least four species of tachinid flies and two species of ichneumonid wasp have been reported to parasitize the flannel moth larva. The caterpillar protects itself with long venomous spines. When touched they cause severe skin irritation, described as like a broken bone or blunt-force trauma, or even white hot. The reaction tends to spread:

“The reactions are sometimes localized to the affected area, but are often very severe, radiating up a limb and causing burning, swelling, nausea, headache, abdominal distress, rashes, blisters, and sometimes chest pain, numbness, or difficulty breathing. Sweating from the welts or hives at the site of the sting is not unusual.”

Fun Fact The caterpillars are covered in long setae, making it resemble a tiny Persian cat, which is where it is assumed the name "puss" comes from. Some of the many names for the larva include: puss caterpillar, asp, Italian asp, fire caterpillar, woolly slug, opossum bug, puss moth, tree asp, and asp caterpillar.

(Source: Wikipedia; IFAS Extension, University of Florida; Missouri Department of Conservation; AZ Animals)

[scp-tiggles]

Scp 073

40% ler | 60% lee

As a ler:

Okay so, surprisingly he’s very merciful as a ler, makes sure the lee is okay with tickles, offers aftercare, etc.

Rarely ever uses his own hands to tickle lees, he prefers using plants! As per this au, his withering effect is replaced with chlorokinesis!

While he’s more gentle with tickles, he WILL tease a lee to the hells and back, he cant help it!

“My, is something wrong? You’re awfully giggly!” “Is something funny? Is there something on my face? It’s quite rude to laugh someone, you know..” “Oh, don’t touch this is a spot? Right here? Are you sure? I mean, you’re laughing so much, it seems perfect!” Being his favorite ones.

During breaches, it’s best to stay clear of the garden area where cain resides. As the second those alarms go off, cain will drop whatever He’s doing to join the fun!

Staff wise, his hands are rated E for everyone. Nobody is safe. But anomaly wise, his favorite target is Abel. (Or, scp 076-2!)

As a lee

Firstly, absolutely adores being tickled, and pretty much everyone on site knows this. He’s touch starved damnit!

His laugh too..its the most precious thing, speaking of, if someone ever calls it cute he gets all flustered and starts hiding his face in his hands <3

His worst spots are his belly, ribs, and back. Mainly his belly though.

Now, the feather material on his shirt around his neck isn’t just for show, it’s his own way of tickling himself .

Speaking of, his plants can and WILL wreck him.

Cannot STAND light tickles, folds immediately at the slightest graze over one of his spots.

Feathers are insta death for him oml

The longer he’s been tickled, the squeakier his laugh gets. Almost like a squeaky toy!

Scp 073-2 instances

100% ler | 0% lee

(By the way, the image is only SOME instances. Theres multiple of various entities, including fruits, vegetables, etc)

As lers:

Okay, so as a collective, you’re screwed. Period. These little guys FEED of laughter and show no mercy till they get their fill

Azalea’s, Like to group up and flutter against any skin visible. Mainly necks in an attempt to make a person fall, and then usually let the other plants nearby do the rest of the work.

Snapdragons are a bit more mischievous, will wrap vines around a persons ankles and then pull them into shrubbery, nipping, licking, and nuzzling wherever! Their teeth, of course, don’t hurt. And their ‘heads’ are fuzzy to where its pretty ticklish with nuzzles. And, fun fact, are the only plants that can be distracted by chin scratches!

Lily of the valleys aren’t attached to vines like most of the plants, rather they hop off their vine and run around in search of a victim, hence why they travel in a pair of two or more. Once they do, they climb up the persons legs and get under their shirt, scribbling their tiny hands against the belly and sides, occasionally moving to avoid any attempts at stopping them!

Spider lilies, are a special kind. They’ll entrap a victim in their webs, vines with a sticky sap, and then proceed to crawl over the victim, tickling with the four large feathery petals on its body!

Extra! (For both 073 and 073-2)

The plants adore cain, and more often then not will tickle him if he generally just seems sad and in need of a pick me up.

Cain is classified as a ‘creator’ entity, this is a au feature (that i’d love to explain more if asked!).

Cain and Abel USED to share the cell, but got separated for two reasons, one, abel and him loved teaming up when wrecking staff, and two, the plants loved to wreck abel. (The first reason is the main one, but since they kept targetting abel, d-class experiments rarely worked.)

The plants, while laughter is their main source of food, can also photosynthesize and “eat” sugar water!

Cain, much like 035, doesn’t need laughter to eat. Rather its just a better energy boost for him that sleep cannot always provide.

Some of the plants move their heads rapidly to signify excitement, a move they learned from cain while seeing him stim!

Speaking of, he’s on the spectrum..and is super knowledgeable about literally any plant

You can ask him about the most uncommon, unknown plant in the world and he’ll give you all the information you could ever need.

Cain, has a small crop bed for fruits and vegetables, which he gladly gives to the cafeteria in exchange for flower seeds!

Speaking of flowers, he loves making flower crowns, which he loves to give to staff (and other anomalies)!

[0alanasworld0]

Newfound Responsibilities (Nayef Aguerd x reader)

Request: i was wondering if you could write a fic where his wife is pregnant ( like already halfway through her pregnancy ) and she comes by to visit him at practice and she doesn't feel well, but nothing serious, just him being worried and protective over her <3

Warnings: descriptions of pregnancy

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks for the nth time this morning as he carries you to the bed from the bath. You’ve insisted more times than you can count that you can go about your normal daily routine without his assistance but from the very early stages of the pregnancy, he’s been obsessively making sure that you don’t lift a finger. And that your routine is more luxurious than usual. The glow on your face is ethereal but not enough to settle his concerns.

“Love, I swear down if you don’t get yourself to training…” you say with a smile. It gets on your nerves at times but today you’re feeling a bit… fuzzy and his presence is very much what you need at the moment.

“You haven’t even had breakfast, my love! What kind of father and husband lets his family go hungry at a time like this?!” he tuts, ruffling your hair.

“I could… I don't know… make it myself?” you jokingly, shaking your head at his antics.

“In your state? Absolutely not! You need rest and nutrition! Trust me, honey: I’m a professional athlete!” he states proudly while you laugh. He smiles at the sound and presses kisses all over face to keep it going. That is until he feels your stomach growling and decides that enough is enough.

“Don’t go anywhere!” he says, pointing his finger accusingly before leaving to whip something up for the pair of you. You sneer; he’s not a fan of your attempts to do your share of the house chores. It’s not like you’d actually find anything to do but nonetheless.

You do as per his instruction, knowing that at the end of the day, he’s right. You take to scrolling through your phone and before you know it, he’s back and with a full plate fresh and hot just for you. 

“You spoil me.” you say dreamily as you pull him in for a kiss. You feel him smile into it as he cups your face. It was true, even before the pregnancy, even before you even got together he was always an unbelievably giving person to those around him. Of course when things did become official, he took things up a notch for you but regardless: he was a kind soul and you felt incredibly lucky to call him yours. 

“I’m just doing my basic husband/father duties.” he says with a blissful sigh, melting into your warm embrace. Much to his dismay, the moment is cut short by his phone vibrating. You let go of the hug, ignoring his whining to turn around and give it to him.

He reluctantly takes it from you, answering the call with a small scowl on his face. It turns into a look of worry as he gulps and puts down the phone, nervously looking at you while you smirk.

“I-”

“Should definitely get to training?” you say with your eyebrows raised, pinching his chin. He nods, pouting slightly. Even though the pregnancy has allowed him a lot of freedom (less and shorter training sessions, opportunities to leave the stadium and see you if he has to etc.), he still feels guilty that he isn’t spending all of his time focussing on you. He knows that he isn’t at the stage where he needs to be there every second of every day but still: his mind would be a lot kinder to him if he could make sure that you were healthy and comfortable at all times. You can see the confliction in his eyes so you try to sooth him and clear the train of thought that's currently distressing him.

“Look, I promise that if anything happens, you’ll be the first one I call. I think I can cope for a few hours alone, hmm?” You grow a little concerned as he looks to be in deep thought.

What mad plan is he cooking up this time? You ask yourself as you narrow your eyes at him. His eyes light up after a few seconds. Oh no…

“I think Maria’s free…” he murmurs, typing away at his phone with a small smile on his face.

“Oh no, we couldn’t! She just got back from Milan a couple days ago; have mercy and give her some rest, will you!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air. He laughs, shaking his head and pressing one more kiss to your forehead before getting up and grabbing his kit. 

“Well luckily for you, she said that she would love to help out so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that!” he gleefully declares.

“I suppose some company would be nice…” you trail off as he quickly goes through his mental checklist.

“Exactly! We’re not taking any chances on this!” he says while walking out the door. But he shortly returns to press another kiss to your lips, making you giggle before picking you up and carrying you downstairs.

“Love, I’m perfectly capable of walking down the stairs myself!” you chastise teasingly when he sets you down on the living room couch. He shakes his head, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over your lap.

“No chances!” he reminds you, kissing you for the final time before leaving the house.

You sigh out as you excitedly wait for Maria to arrive. In your current state, you would love to just cling onto Nayef 24/7 but you suppose that one of your closest friends is the next best thing. Your thoughts turn to your beloved husband to pass the time and a smile immediately makes its way onto your face. He never let you feel sidelined or unloved even with his career reaching its peak. His love and respect for you always shone through his actions and your heart warmed as you recalled the little things he would do so you never forgot who his top priority was. Time apart was difficult but you never once doubted your relationship with him, he simply wouldn’t allow it. Little notes and gifts he would dot around the house and hope you would find as you went about your day; sappy text messages about things that remind him of you or how much he misses you. You always felt so full of love that you thought you could burst. Your joyful train of thought is interrupted as you hear the doorbell ring and you have to remind yourself to slow down as you get up to open it.

You’re almost instantly enveloped in a warm hug and you smile, overjoyed to be reunited with Maria once more. When you break the hug, you notice the variety of bags on her arms and try to grab a few so you could help her out.

“No no no, I was given clear instructions to keep you relaxed!” she insists, walking through the door and dropping them on the floor.

“Even when your blood circulation is about to be cut off?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. She shrugs and guides you back to the couch to sit down.

“Okay so i basically have the entire snacks section of the grocery store in there so if you need anything, let me know!” she says before plopping onto the couch next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder to give you a small hug. You melt into it, feeling extra affectionate.

She fulfils Nayef’s role perfectly: guiding you and keeping a very close eye if you want to walk around, grabbing anything that would require you to bend or reach for before you can even think about it, letting you pick the shows and movies for once; it’s a good laugh. That is until you start missing him. You quieten down and Maria picks up on the change in mood fairly quickly.

“Should I go out and grab more oreos?” she tries as the tears form in your eyes. She notices your gaze shifting towards the photo on the wall. It’s a blurry one of you and your love, caught in a moment you can’t even remember the exact details of but you remember never having laughed as hard in your life. You don’t know what's come over you but suddenly the thought of being away for any longer brings a wave of homesickness through you. 

“Oh god no no no no uh… I have an idea!” Maria rushes to give you a tight hug, trying to delay the incoming breakdown.

“How about I bring you along to training? Lucas already wanted me to stop by to pick him up so how’s about we get there early, yeah? It’ll be lunchtime over there soon! Let's give Nayef a little surprise?” she suggests and she sighs a breath of relief as you return a light squeeze. The smile on your face when she lets go is all she needs as she gathers all the essentials: baby bag, snacks and all as she supports your short walk to the car. You would chastise her the same way you do Nayef but the contact is quite comforting so you let it slide without complaint.

The car ride is exactly what you needed to lift your mood in the meantime as you both belt the lyrics to one of the songs on your playlist as out of tune as could be. Your near-breakdown experience is almost entirely forgotten as you see the stadium. You feel a slight pang in your head as the car stops but you pay it no mind as you walk together, slowly, to the entrance. The process is sped up once the reception lady sees your state and lets you both through with some added assistance from one of the security guards. 

Nayef, as if he already knew, turned his head around the exact moment you and Maria made it out of the bunker and into the sub bench. A smile instantly appears on his face and he sighs out blissfully. The men around him roll their eyes as they pack away the cones and bibs. Thank goodness it was lunchtime and you weren’t going to be distracting him. You look up and gleefully wave at him. He jogs over to you, leaving his friends to pack everything away on their own. They would say something snarky but it’s not like he’d hear it anyway. It wasn’t as fun when he proudly admitted to being completely and utterly whipped for you.

“Isn’t this a good way to recover from being bullied!” he says, wrapping you in a hug that has all of your worries and sorrows melting away. You rub circles onto his back and he narrows his eyes at Maria who makes a crying gesture. He nods slightly in acknowledgement and leaves a kiss behind your ear before letting go and bringing your face towards him in a gentle kiss that finally fulfils your desire for his warmth. Before he gets a chance to say anything, Lucas comes up behind him to pat him on the back.

“I’ll grab lunch?” he asks, knowing that Nayef isn’t going to want to be away from you now that you’re here. Nayef nods and smiles, patting him on the back in return. Lucas holds his hand out for Maria as they leave together.

“Thanks, Kyks!” he says before sitting beside you.

“So…” 

“If you’re thinking of teasing me, I will not hesitate to punch you.” you say, eyes narrowed and he holds up his hands in surrender.

“I wouldn’t dare, my love.” he says matter-of-factly and you hum in suspicion. Soon the whole team has returned, taking their seats around you and Nayef.

“You know, if you asked me about this idiot being a father three years ago I would have laughed in his face. Wouldn’t trust him with a goldfish bowl and now he’s superdad? Showing off the ultrasounds; going over his plans, notes, NOTES! I don’t know what you’ve done to him but from the bottom of my heart, thank you!” Declan puts a hand on his heart, eyes widening as he sees the empty bottle fly towards his face. You laugh at the exchange, nudging your love jokingly. You feel that pounding in your head every once in a while but you remember some of the symptoms and ignore it again without another thought.

As lunchtime draws to a close, the boys one-by-one get up to put everything away and put the training gear back out. Nayef stays with you for as long as he can but eventually Lucas manages to pull him away to begin training again. You don’t feel abandoned at all as Maria continues to keep you company and Nayef smiles and makes faces in your direction every once in a while. Admittedly, he’s also just concerned. He knows that it’s good for you to get out and have some fresh air as well as a walk but his mind is on edge with hypotheticals of what could happen. He had to be prepared for just about anything but he feared that something would come along that he hadn’t prepared for. He knew he wasn’t always the most responsible person in the room but for you, when you had so much faith and trust in him, the idea of letting you get hurt or anything going awry just made his stomach churn.

You struggle to ignore the next pang in your head as you press your temples and groan. Maria immediately stops what she’s doing and looks to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder as you wait for the pain to subside. You groan perhaps a little too loudly as the team’s heads turn towards you with concern. Nayef is there within a second, panting lightly as he kneels and places his hands on yours, trying to pry them off your temples. 

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?” he asks quietly, eyes glazed over in concern. He’s so grateful that you’re here now and he can keep an eye on you.

“I’m fine, it's just a bit of a headache. I swear it's nothing, I’m probably exaggerating.” you mumble, allowing him to remove your hands and replace him with his own.

“Hey no, if you say it hurts then I believe you!” he reassures you with a kiss to the crown of your head.

“The tylenol is in the bag right?” he clarifies with Maria and breathes out in relief when he sees her take out a couple pills already and hand them over, he opens his water bottle and tilts your head up so you can take the medication. You look up at him with tired eyes and he runs a hand through your hair.

“We should probably get home, huh?” he says with a small smile, thumb gliding over your cheek. Your eyes widen slightly.

“No no no I’m fine, I know the timing is bad but-”

“No buts: we’re going to go home and I'm going to make sure you sleep off whatever this is.” he looks at you expectedly and you nod with a defeated sigh.

“You’re not carrying me.” you mutter, grabbing onto his arm for support as you get onto your feet. He nods, interlinking your arms so that you can walk together to the car.

Although his mind is still racing with concern, the walk is pleasant and you’re both just grateful to be together. Hid dumb jokes and dazzling smiles are exactly what you need right now. As he grabs his kit in the locker room, he fishes through his things to find his protein bar. You hate them usually but recently he’s noticed that they’ve been going missing. He hands it over to you and you gladly accept it with a smile, snacking on it as he gathers his things. 

Reaching home was a huge relief for you. You pretend to be annoyed with him for carrying you up the stairs but both of you know that it's what you need. The headache has subsided but the last thing you need is to overexert yourself and trigger it again. The crisp sheets feel heavenly against your skin and all of a sudden, it's a struggle to keep your eyes open. Nayef throws off his shirt and gets behind you, gentle hands pressing into your tense shoulders and upper back to relieve some of the tension. You lull your head back to rest on his shoulder and your eyes flutter closed as you savour the feeling. 

“You know I trust you, right? Like completely.” you clarify, mind flashing back to the look of guilt on his face as your headache rendered you completely drained.

“I wish I could trust myself.” he mutters dejectedly. A proper husband would be at home. A proper husband wouldn’t have to rely on anyone to keep an eye on his wife and baby. He chastises himself internally. The hand on his brings him out of the abyss of self-doubt.

“Look, if there was something you weren’t doing enough of, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell you. But you outdo yourself at every point. Today’s just been one of those days for me, there’s nothing you could have done to prevent it, I promise.” you attempt to reassure him and he must admit, he does feel relieved that you feel the way you do, that's what matters most at the end of the day. His hands travel down to your belly which he allows to linger. You smile, enjoying the peaceful moment. You’re both startled as you feel it for the first time. It’s faint but with his hand at the right spot, it's definitely there. The lightest of kicks. His hand shakes a little and he tears up. You turn your head around to kiss him and wipe away the stray tear that lands on his cheek, chuckling at the feeling of the kicks. The second kick is a little stronger than the first and you’re both smiling widely.

“He’s learned from the best, huh?” you tease, coaxing a laugh out of him. He doesn’t think the moment could get any better: his little family feeling so much more real. He doesn;t feel as doubtful of his abilities, rather he feels hopeful. He’s sharing this moment with you of all people, he’s going to be just fine. 

“We need some sleep, my love.” he murmurs against your hair and you chuckle quietly. The day has been a bit of a roller coaster for both of you, to say the least. With his assistance, you lay on your side and he moves his head down to your belly, pressing a kiss and mumbling a prayer before moving to lay behind you, an arm over your waist and hand smoothing over your belly as exhaustion finally hits him too. You’re here with the baby and with him, safe and satisfied. It was all gonna be okay.

I decided to spare the Nayef girlies today cos i'm such a kind and wonderful person. i also really didn't want to let this fic go to waste haha. i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxxxxx

[astravv]

Could I request smut prompt 4 with Ei please?

smut prompt 4 — ei x gn! reader

a/n — yay finally some ei! i love her sm

cw — sexual content, fingering , oral, titty-sucking, reader is dominant

pairing(s) — ei x gn! reader

story — ei invited you over for dessert and it seems like she has something to tell you.

prompt — ❝i think about you when i touch myself❞

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“thank you for inviting me over, ei.” you thank her as you take a seat on one of the pillows she had laid out on the floor. on the table in front of you there was an assortment of the tastiest desserts in inazuma, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, tiramisu, anything you could think of. also good to mention, she had set this small table of desserts out in her bedroom as per usual.

“of course,” ei replies, taking a seat on the pillow across from you. “i enjoy your company.”

“that’s sweet.” you blush a bit.

“not as sweet as this dessert,” she grins, “let’s dig in.”

you reach for a strawberry cake right in front of you, seems that ei was reaching for it too, since both of you touched hands trying to pick the plate up.

“oh,” you giggle, “you can have the cake.”

“no, you can have it,” ei insists, “i’ll have someone from the tenryou commission bring me another.”

“are you sure?” you ask, just for some reassurance that it wasn’t a bother that you were taking the raiden ei’s piece of strawberry cake.

“yes, please.” she smiles, pushing the dish towards me.

“alright, if you say so.” you smile, digging your fork in and taking a bite of the cake. “it’s delicious.”

“well of course,” ei exclaims, “i wouldn’t have a dessert here that tasted bad. but then again, no dessert tastes bad.”

“you sure do have a sweet tooth ei,” you giggle. she laughs with you. something about her laugh makes you all warm and fuzzy on the inside. she’s so kind, nothing like the raiden shogun.

“so..” you trail off with your words, “you told me that you had something to say, that’s why you invited me over for dessert?”

“oh, yes.” she nods, pulling a plate of tiramisu towards her. “i may have caught some feelings for you, y/n.”

“oh?” you say. what she said just confused the hell out of you. that was so random, and for the archon of inazuma to have feelings for me? so strange. this better not be some kind of joke, because i’m starting to believe it.

“do you not have the same feelings?” she questions, it feels like she doesn’t truly understand how taken aback i am by her statement just now. “i do understand if you don’t, it’s very sudden that i say this.”

“no, ei, honestly, i like you too.” you reassure her. “i just did not know what to say, i’m at a loss for words.”

“understandable.” ei replies. “miko told me i just needed to come out and tell you, so that’s what i decided to do. seemed like the best option.”

“miko was right, it’s best to get it off your chest.” you say softly.

“hopefully this does not make our meetup awkward. that was the last thing i want.” ei murmurs, sliding her hand onto yours. you feel your face heat up at the contact with ei’s soft hand.

“n-no, this doesn’t change anything.” you reply lowly.

“you’re blushing, am i making you nervous?” ei asks.

“no, i just wasn’t expecting this.” you reply. who would expect this? a confession from the electro archon over desserts. you and ei have been friends for awhile ever since she came back to reality. we enjoy having dessert meetups and things as such here and there. i would’ve never figured she would confess though.

after some chat, you and ei finish all the desserts that were laid out on the table. once you both get up, you stand in front of each other for moment to have a chat.

“so, i’m not good with the whole feelings thing, does this mean we’re dating now since you feel the same?” ei questions, sliding her hand up and down my forearm.

“it depends, do you want us to date?” you ask, shuffling closer to her.

“i do. i enjoy your company, y/n.” she admits. she hardly notices that you’ve shuffled way closer to her than you were before.

you decide to just go for it, and lean in and give her a peck on the lips. her lips are soft and taste like icing from the cupcakes and cakes. once you let go, ei seems too stunned to speak.

“oh no, did i do something wrong?” you ask, taking a few steps back.

“no, you did not,” ei finally responds. “i wasn’t expecting that, but i liked it. can we do it again, but longer this time?”

you lean back in and lay your lips on hers. your lips connect with each other and you two melt into the kiss, becoming putty in each other’s hands. ei’s arms wrap around your frame and you wrap your arms around her neck.

ei guides your body towards her bed. once you get to the foot of the bed, you twirl her around and slowly lay her down on the bed, the passionate kiss not breaking. she licks your bottom lip, and you both open your mouths to connect your tongues in a very long, passionate make out session. once you two pull apart you both look at each other deeply, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“i do want to admit to something,” ei whispers.

“and what would that be?” you ask, still looking at her, you keep scanning her face and her body, it’s so perfect underneath you, and you seem to notice every crevice of her that you didn’t notice before.

“i think about you when i touch myself.” she admits, turning her head to the side, trying to hide her red face.

“is that so?” you reply with a smirk. “that’s okay, i can make your fantasies become a reality. what do i do in those thoughts, hm?”

“you touch me right here,” she grabs your hand and pulls in down between her thighs, where her core is. “and here.”

she pulls your other hand up to her chest. you nod softly and begin to undress her slowly. pulling her clothes off and revealing the matching set she had on underneath, like she had planned this.

“a matching set,” you point out, “did you plan this, ei?”

“no..” she blushes.

“mhmm.” you hum, unhooking her bra and revealing her bare chest fully exposed to you. you lean down and take one of her breasts into your mouth, sucking on the nipple softly. ei lets out some soft moans as she digs her nails into her bed.

your other hand reaches up to her other nipple and starts pinching and prodding at it, making her cry out even more for me.

“does that feel good?” you lift your head up to make eye contact with her.

“yes.” she manages to get out, since you were still pinching her other nipple.

“they’re so sensitive.” you whisper, softly biting one, which causes her to arch her back for you.

once you’ve caused her enough pleasure from her chest alone, you move down between her thighs. you pull off her silky underwear and start to lap your tongue between her slit and up to her clit.

“i bet that feels so good, huh?” you say as you quickly slide two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. “you’re so wet.”

“y/n..” ei cries out. who would’ve guessed, an archon crying out for me. she’s so vulnerable for me. drives me crazy.

your fingers go faster into her causing her to arch her back like she did before, this time a lot higher and causes more beautiful moans to pour out of her lips.

“y/n, i’m about to cum..” she cries out, gripping the sheets underneath her.

“cum, pretty girl.” you say, immediately sucking onto her clit afterwards. after those words, her juices pour onto your lips and fingers. you lick your fingers clean of it, and sit yourself up to look at ei’s flushed face.

you stand above her, smiling softly.

“you’re so pretty, ei.”