#(also hi I’m alive just busy busy busy and trying to keep my head 💕 kiss kiss)

[wurm-food]

song of the day: day + night version

[bubuslutty]

cod word vomit

title: the bear in the witch's hut (part 2)

pairing: witch fem!reader x soft!John Price

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nsfw, blowjobs

a/n: i enjoyed writing this very much. so bon appétit 💞💕

John’s witch, so strong and so sweet. So fearless and terrifying when she smells hints of curses on his clothes and demands him to get undressed and burns his shirt with a blink, cursing out whoever dared to curse her dearest husband and soldier.

John knows about magic and spirits, but he was never one to practice, and neither did his mum or dad. But he’s no fool, even with his inexperience in whatever concerns magic, he knows his wife is one of a kind, she’s powerful and never fails to amaze him over and over again. She could kill him any minute and he would stare at her with hearts in his eyes, at least in that subject, he’s the biggest fools of all.

When John is on leave, he has more reasons to be excited about visiting home, not only he can see his mum and dad before he died, but also his lovely wife. They always greet him with warm food, a hot bath waiting for him and his room cleaned up.

They always greet him by the entrance of the farm, and his wife can never stop herself from running up to him and jumping in his strong arms, hugging him tight and thanking everything for keeping him alive and well. And then he would hug his parents, kiss them on the head and try to keep their fussing at bay.

Do they feed you well? Are you hurt? What’s that bruise on your arm? How’s Kyle? And Simon? Is he alright? Tell him he can come here anytime he wants-

When he finally gets away from his parents bombarding him with questions and things to tell his men, he’s in a huge tub filled with hot water, untangling the tension sewed deep in his muscles and bones, while his favourite girl in the whole wide world is there by his side, on a stool, running her hand through his hair and speaking to him in a hushed voice.

Really, there’s no need to whisper, but John appreciates it anyway, makes him feel at ease, and feels good, being in their own little intimate bubble, without anyone bothering them, even if it is for a short while.

She starts telling him how much she misses him, keeps the subject of the conversation easy and light on the heart, and John is endlessly grateful for her thoughtfulness. She comments on how his beard and moustache are getting bigger and bigger every time he comes home, and he laughs when she starts making a ridiculous impression of him complaining about how he’s too busy to shave. 

“Oh, look at me, I’m so scary and manly. I’m Captain Price and my beard holds the secrets of the world and if you start pissing about I'll-”

The witch squeals when he pulls her into the tub, water splashing everywhere and he has a stupid grin on his face when she ends up on his lap, clothes drenched. She stares at him, unimpressed and he starts laughing, throwing his head back and all, even snorting once. And how could she even be mad at him? She cracks a smile and starts giggling, holding herself up with her hands on his shoulders.

“John, this thing might just burst at the seams, I don’t think it’s meant for two people.” She then says, looking down at the tub with a small frown.

“Don’t worry about the tub. I won’t let you get hurt.” he lifts her head up, meeting her eyes.

“I know, John.”

And those simple words hold so much love and trust, he could suffocate and die there happy. But there are other pressing matters in his mind right now, for example how her thin dress is sticking to her skin and hiding absolutely nothing. 

She notices his eyes staring down at her chest, and she follows his gaze and her cheeks heat up, arms coming up to cover her poking nipples. “You pervert!” 

John raises one brow and tilts his head to the side, amused. Technically, if there has to be a pervert, it should be her, because she’s sitting on him while he’s completely naked and she’s still dressed.

“Me? Pervert? I’m the one who’s naked and vulnerable, love.” He places a hand on his chest, teasing her.

“You’re bathing! And you pulled me in the tub! You sure do know how to treat a lady.” She huffs, lifting her chin and looking away.

“You’re not just a lady, though, are you? You’re my lady, so don’t be shy. There’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He smirks, all hungry and unashamed.

He leans forward, holding her wrists in his huge warm hands and pries her arms away from her chest to look at her breasts, visible under the fabric. His blue eyes darken and he groans, “Fuck, look at you.” 

His pretty woman lets him stare with her skin hot with shyness and arousal. His eyes are literally zeroed on her chest, and one of his hands goes to thumb at the skin just under one of her breasts and she gasps. And then he snaps his attention up at her face and pretty lips. He brings one of his huge palms to press at the dip of her back, pressing her body against his and kissing her.

And he’s just so hungry, so fucking starved. It’s hot, intense, messy but so good. And then his pretty girl, the apple of his eye pulls away and he follows her, their swollen lips connected with a thin string of saliva. “Stay.” She tells him with a hand on his chest, keeping him still. And stay he does.

He’s staring at her with eyes absolutely swimming with lust. And she carefully stands up in the tub, making sure to not step on his legs and takes off the wet dress, and drops it on the floor with a wet splat.

John’s heart is beating faster than 100 war horses and is absolutely throbbing and hot between his legs. And she looks so so fucking beautiful from his sitting position, he can see everything and is so glad she took off that damn dress. Fuck clothes, matter of fact, it should be against the law to hide such pretty body with offending fabric. But then a little voice at the back of his head reminds him he’s possessive and obsessive, he’ll tear anyone’s throat out with his teeth if they ever laid eyes on his woman’s honey-sweet naked skin.

And then she sits herself on his lap again and watches how his eyes are transfixed on the water droplets running down her skin. She reaches down under the water and wraps both hands around his grith and base.

And as soon as she touches him, he clenches his eyes shut and brings a fist to his mouth, trying his hardest to not moan because after all, his parents are still in the house, and he’d be absolutely mortified if they heard him.

“Fuck, fuck- Bloody- Fuuuckk-” He’s panting and rambling now, unable to open his eyes.

His hips are jerking under the water, making it ripple and spill over, and his chest is heaving up and down and there’s sweet on his forehead, his cheeks and upper chest are red and she’s so in love with him, it’s utterly stupid.

“John, open your eyes.” She whispered, a smirk on her pretty face as she slowly stroked him under the water.

“Nuh- no, no-” He shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes.

She leans closer, making her voice low and sweet, seductive and so dangerous for his sanity, “Bear, look at me.” 

And he shakily manages to open his eyes and lowers his head, looking at her. John has little shiny tears at the corner of his eyes, and that’s such a beautiful sight that the witch felt her core throb and clench around nothing. 

And then John chokes on a breath, his eyes rolling at the back of his head and hips jerking and she realises he just came. He came just by looking at her.

John starts babbling absolute nonsense then, shivering and his voice deep and gravelly. He’s going on about how sorry he is for cumming so fast and how he’s going to fuck her to make it up for her.

Just like I said, absolute nonsense.

His witch smiles and then kisses him, “You’re so perfect, my bear. I love you so much, honey.” 

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I loved it. You made me so happy, John, do you know that? Hm? You just showed me you still love me and have been desperate for my touch while you were away? Is that right, hun?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah- missed you so much, you can’t even imagine.” He rasps, speaking against her lips, and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, chest to chest, half-hard cock between them.

“Missed you too, love. I missed your voice, your smile, your laugh, your hands, your mouth, your eyes, how your cock splits me open and molds my insides to your shape, missed feeling you in my throat, missed having your spend leak out and stain the sheets-” She speaks against his mouth, breaths her words in his throat, makes him feel delirious with arousal as if he’s breathing it right in.

He starts squeezing her flesh harder and rocks his hips against her and she bites her lower lip, stopping herself from moaning out loud.

“John- John, you’re not fucking me here.” 

“John, please-”

“Fuuck, John, I’m so sorry, darling, you can’t fuck me here. Tonight, I promise.”

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[silusvesuius]

Your Depiction of Ulfric is literal perfection. I’ve never seen anyone who sees him in a similar way to me, until I found your account last year. I fucking love miserable old man Ulfric who could never catch a break since the day he was born. Every major event in his life (he can’t even decide which one’s the worst) shaped him in the worst yet most interesting way possible. I can’t speak enough about him, his messed up self esteem clashing with his ego, his repressed emotions and sexuality, his shattered image of his own body and mind, the constant loud arguments between the voices in his head (mostly just him arguing with hallucinations) *I’m definitely not projecting here* his unstable mood, his flashbacks and his odd obsessions with random harmful patterns he associates with familiarity. Because to him familiar=safe even if he’s basically only familiar to a constant state of worry and feeling like he’s being targeted or hunted down.

None of this seems to be getting better, at least not in a notable speed. Yet they’re all existing within a strong and powerful man. It’s quite the combination, he’s being weighted down by all of that baggage but his back is too strong to bend. He appears as if he has nerves of steel from the outside, but really if anything is made of steel in his mind, it’s the vessel that he uses to bottle all of that trauma up.

I already had a vague idea of his complicated relationship (obviously) with Elenwen but your version literally felt like it opened my third eye. It is scrumptious and your art is so beautiful it depicts every essence of it all perfectly without even needing to include words. I fell in love with it at first sight.

dis answer is kinda long so i'm (crumpling it up and tossing it under the cut)

Omg wtf Thank you's 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕 this is so well put together into words; i will do 9543 backflips for demented ulfric always. i've grown to like him in canon too cause he really has that, wouldn't even call it deceitful, weirdly-content personality.. but i don't think anyone in the writing room in sk*rim HQ knows how to write a character that has been through Anything, event of any kind, so he seems too 'perfect' for a person that has been through literal physical torture, to me, and his reactions to things that should be greatly upsetting are too mild. even though him being elenwen's victim is a piece of information that's easy to miss it seems like it also completely slipped out of the writing IOFDHDJFUIO LOL.. it all obviously adds up to him seeming more appealing as a fashie character to the audience, cus a visibly mentally unwell man wouldn't do it for most people, especially when you want to sway someone to be on his side of things.

i think it's quite smart for the st*rmcloaks to be presented as the more warm and welcoming types of people but ulfric should be the coldest of them all. Bro shouldn't even have the mental and physical capacity to seem Content with his life especially in that moment. he should be the type to use his civil war motivations as an excuse to stay alive if that makes sense, cause i don't think he really wants to live, but he has things to do to keep his mind and hands busy xchkvcjcvkl//

i also really love how ulfric only has galmar as someone he's really close to, it always seemed beyond genius to me, to write them like that, it's cute... he rly is the only person to suffer thru 4 hours of ulfric Peak psychosis monologue followed by 2 hours of trying to prove to him that th*lmor and imperial soldiers aren't hiding in the chests and under the beds of the palace LMFAOO galmar is the one guy who he can sob in front of and act like a little baby fishing for compliments and reassurance, and, not all that related to ulfric as a whole, but i strongly believe that having him be so vulnerable with galmar would make galmar really excited, it would make him feel good, like no other damsel in distress could deliver that feeling EVER. having such a seemingly-strong political figure rely on you Badly and madly would feel like something else entirely 💗 it's very off-putting and perhaps inappropriate of him to feel that way when ulfric is just searching for stability, but i think that even if ulfric knew galmar felt that way he wouldn't really gaf LOL. he'd turn to elenwen if there was no one else to go to cause he 'knows' her, and he'd torment elisif cause he 'knows' her as well.. but he would be completely closed off from making connections with other people 🏆

+ bonus; elenwen's feelings for him would border on everything at once, like, every type of relationship and connection that ever exists.. she really views him as the food she left over in the fridge and will get to eat when she's back from work as a reward

tl;dr him being scarier and more .. unkempt? from the outside would make him even cooler tbhs. he should become christian and develop religious OCD

[haikyuuthots]

Hey Lina, first of all, I love reading your writing it’s so good ‼️ Second , can I put a request with Kuroo? Where he’s taking care of the reader, like maybe the reader is sick or something. Thank you! 🥰

Taking care of you. - Kuroo Tetsuro

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none

Pairing: T. Kuroo x Reader

A/n: hello familyyyyy missed you all very much, sorry I haven’t posted in months, been very busy; had this in the drafts and decided to finish it for u. Thank u sm for all the love, & for keeping this blog alive by liking/reblogging while I’ve been gone. Means so much ; happy reading! 💕

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The sound of your alarm hurt your head more than usual today. As you were trying your best to wake up, you couldn’t help but feel an annoying discomfort in your throat. Your head was pounding and you felt your body heat abnormally hotter than usual. You let out a small sigh; you were sick, you absolutely hated being sick.

Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you look at the time; 9 am, 1 hour before you were scheduled to go to work. You had absolutely no energy to even get up from your bed, so there was no doubt in your mind you were going to call off today.

Trying your best to get up the bed with this massive headache, you dial your workplace to let them know you wouldn’t be going in today. As soon as you’re done with the call, your phone dings, it was a message from your boyfriend.

“Morning princess, you off to work yet??? I’ll have extra time during lunch today, let’s have lunch together.”

You mentally groan. You did not want to tell Kuroo you were feeling bad, knowing him you knew he’d make a big deal out of everything and want to take you to the hospital or something.

Kuroo had an important presentation at work today, so you didn’t want him to shift his focus from that to you, you’d feel bad if he did, so you decide to not tell him you were feeling bad.

Grabbing your phone you make up an excuse and text him back.

“Hi baby, I actually promised y/f/n I’d have lunch with her today!! I haven’t seen her in a while so we’re gonna catch up :( but I’ll see you back at home!”

Sending the message you just hope he’d believe it without asking any questions. Yeah you felt a little bad for lying to him, but you didn’t want to worry him so this was the best thing to do.

Literally 1 minute after you sent the message you begin to receive a FaceTime call from your boyfriend. Quickly you begin to freak out, you were supposed to be ready for work right now, if you answered and kuroo saw you in bed with your pajamas on he’d know you were lying and ask why. Also your voice was too hoarse, it was evident you were sick.

So you decide no to pick up and let the phone ring. Seconds after the phone stopped ringing you received another text from your loving boyfriend.

“Princess, can you answer your phone?”

And then another text “y/n I know you’re not working yet you were responding earlier so can you please just pick up my call?”

And then another phone call, and another and another.

You were stressing out, you had no idea how to respond and the guilt started eating you alive, although you had the very best intentions you knew how upset you were probably making your boyfriend right now, which was the complete opposite of what you wanted to do. Finally after a couple minutes of ignoring his calls and messages you just thought it was best to come clean and tell him what was going on, after all you knew he wouldn’t be calm unless you did.

Again your phone rang and this time you accepted the FaceTime call, quickly you see an annoyed expression on Kuroos face, looking at you a bit confused, before he can even let out a word you speak

“I’m sorry I lied.” You blurt out, with a hoarse voice, hiding half of your face in your covers

“I’m actually not going to work today, I just feel a little sick but-“

“ You’re feelings sick?!” Kuroo cuts you off, looking back at you with a worried expression on his face

“Only a little.”

“I’m coming home right now.”

“No!” You shout out, “see this is why I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew you’d say that. You can’t come home you have that important presentation today.”

Kuroo lets out a small sigh “I know but you can’t stay home all by yourself when you’re feeling sick, I need to be there to take care of you.”

“Tetsu I’m okay I promise, don’t worry about me just focus on your job.” You give him a small smile, trying your best to reassure him everything was okay.

He’s pouting through the phone, “Tch. Fine, but please call me if you need anything.”

“I promise I will. I just need to rest, I’ll feel better soon.”

His eyes soften as he stares back at you “my poor baby, I’ll be home soon.”

You let out a small laugh “don’t worry too much about me, good luck on your presentation, I know you’ll kill it.”

He smiles back at your response, “thank you princess, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You said your final goodbyes and hung up the phone.

You decided to get up to look for any medicine around the house, anything that would make you feel better. Unfortunately you couldn’t find anything helpful, but still you got ready to take a shower, in hopes that it would help with your headache. When you got out you felt a little better, but still felt very exhausted. You laid down on your bed, still in discomfort and pain, you couldn’t help but cry a little “I hate being sick.” You cry to yourself as you doze off to sleep again.

You’re awoken by the sound of the door shutting. Groggily looking up you notice the figure of your tall boyfriend, waking in your bedroom with a bag full of stuff.

Your head was still pounding, and it didn’t seem like your fever went down, but still a bit irritated you speak

“Kuroo what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.”

Kuroo gives you a small smile as he walks towards you, reaching for your face he lays his hand on your forehead,

“You're burning up, I’m gonna go get you a cold towel.” He says, with a concerned face.

Before he can fully get up he’s stopped by you holding onto his wrist “no, you said you'd be at work, focusing on your job.”

He gives you another smile, leaning down to be at eye level with you, he holds your face into his hands, caressing your cheek a bit “I said I’d do well in my presentation and I did. But I came home as soon as it was over, I have to be here with you.”

Letting your face go he gets up again and starts walking away. Your heart melts at his words, you were in absolute love with him, his mere presence making you feel better already.

Kuroo comes back with a towel in his hands and the bag of stuff he was holding earlier, sitting down next to you on the bed he places the towel on your head and begins pulling out medicine from the bag

“You didn’t tell me what was wrong with you, so I kind of just got everything in the store.”

“That’s a lot of medicine.” You chuckle out

“I want you to feel better as soon as possible. So this is okay.” He replies with a smile on his face.

You give him another sincere smile, as you begin taking the medicine that corresponds to your symptoms

Kuroo briefly gets up, “get some rest princess, I’ll go make you something to eat in the meantime, okay?”

You gently nod as you look up towards him, reaching out to hold his hand you speak again “thank you Tetsu, I’m happy you’re here.”

He smiles down at you, squeezing your hand a bit he replies “I’ll always be here”

He leaves and almost an hour later he comes back with a bowl of soup in his hands. At this point m, you feel much better. Thanks to the medicine you took earlier, your head was no longer hurting and your fever went down.

Kuroo sits down next you, feeling your face again “your fever went down. That’s good.”

“Mhm” you nod, with a small smile on your face

“I made you some soup.”

As you try to grab the bowl from his hands kuroo slighlty nudges it away from your hold. You look at him confused, until he speaks again

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you.”

You laugh briefly “I’m not a baby, I can still feed myself.” You try to grab the bowl again but again he snatches it away

“Let me take care of you please.” He chuckles out

Looking at him with loving eyes, you give in instantly. “Fine, only because you’ve been so sweet today.”

He smiles as he begins to feed you the soup. You couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered as he fed you. As you watch him with a giant smile on his face, you were overwhelmed with complete love, your heart felt like it was about to explode.

You loved him, loved him so much. Even if it was a bit cheesy, you were absolutely grateful at how attentive and caring he was.

Kuroo removed the plate as he finished feeding you, grabbing a hold of your head, he gives you a soft smile as he stares at you.

“Are you feeling better?”

You smile “I am now, I mean how could I not, i have the best caretaker in the world.”

He lets out a small chuckle “I just want you to be okay, I promise I’ll always be here to care for you.”

He leans down to give you a small kiss on your warm forehead. You smile in the embrace, but pull back a bit

“Be careful, I don’t want you to get sick.”

He laughs a bit again “alright. I’ll resist for now. But as soon as you get better I’m kissing you as much as I want.”

“Ok.” You respond, with a giant smile on your face.

The next morning you woke up feeling a lot better, Kuroo continued to care for you all night and made sure you were good in the morning. Leaving you food and more medicine on the nightstand, he wrote a little note “Take these and you’ll be good as new, I’ll be home soon, call me if you need anything.love u my angel.”

You smiled to yourself as you read the cheesy note. Even though you hated being sick, you were glad you could be taken care of in a way that warmed your heart. Kuroo was your soulmate, and you were completely blessed to have him care for you. He made being sick not so bad.