#acute pain relief

[ultimate-healing-blog]

Revolutionary Opioid-Free Medication for Acute Pain Approved

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Suzetrigine: A Game-Changer in Pain Management The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has made a significant breakthrough by approving an opioid-free pain medication, heralding a new era in pain management that prioritizes safety and efficacy without the risk of addiction. Overview of Suzetrigine Developed by Vertex Pharmaceuticals, Journavx (suzetrigine) is touted as the “first and only…

[inseparabiles]

observing that there might be a connection between significant levels of pain and poor mood

[anftherapy]

🚫 Can we STOP telling our patients NOTHING can be done?

👉 Too often, patients come to me after hearing, "There's nothing more we can do."

😞 They're left feeling like their pain is permanent, that they have no option but to "live with it."

💡But chronic pain is rarely beyond help-it's complex, yes, but often treatable.++

When Dr. Mikel developed **ANF Therapy®**, his goal was to give these patients real solutions, to go beyond symptom management and find the root of their pain.

⭐ That's why we say:

**ANF Therapy®-when nothing else helps.**

We have successfully treated thousands of patients with chronic issues using ANF TherapyⓇ

Let's shift the conversation. Let's tell our patients that **relief is possible** and that they don't have to settle for a life limited by pain.

**Everyone deserves that chance.

If you're a patient, don't lose hope!

Pain relief is **POSSIBLE** with **ANF THERAPY®** Now

[peachcarechiropractic]

Interferential Current Therapy in Augusta, GA

Interferential Current Therapy (ICT) is a non-invasive and innovative treatment that utilises electrical currents to alleviate pain and promote healing. At PeachCare Family Chiropractic, we provide ICT to enhance your well-being and speed up your recovery.

[wistsandmagic]

...thank G*d for TENS units that go all the way up to 160 Hz and 260uS and have a modulation mode.

[crescenthistory]

would you pretty please do "you can't fool me" with sirius? maybe he had a nightmare? please?

only because you asked so nicely<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 1 "you can't fool me" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: implied past trauma, post-nightmare, established relationship

wc: 809

Sirius' breathing was always different after a nightmare.

He didn't hyperventilate like one might expect he would, he didn't gasp for breath like his lungs were too small. Instead, he breathed in shortly, acutely, through his teeth and not enough, as if he was rationing air. Small breaths that rattled him more than they should as he did his best to remain entirely still.

You, James and Remus gave him grief as often as possible about how unruly he would be in his sleep now, arms and legs everywhere, but you knew that was a good thing. A learnt thing. A matter of safety.

It was when Sirius reverted back to his old ways and became still as a statue that you knew he was aching. It pained you to see – and now that you've gotten used to him taking up space, it was his stillness that woke you above all else.

"Siri? Baby?"

His back was to you, on the very edge of the bed despite there being a large amount of space for him to bask in. You could see his ribs moving rhythmically, shaking but quick and with too long in between. 

He didn't respond, but his shoulders tensed, informing you he had heard you. It was as if you could hear his thoughts in your own head, begging you, willing you to go back to sleep.

I’m alright, doll. Please fall asleep again.

You were not one for carrying out disservices to the man you love. 

Gently as to not startle him, but loudly enough to not sneak up on him, you sat up in the bed, letting the duvet pool around your stomach. You shimmied over to him so you sat with your thigh pressed to his back and a hand resting on his stomach, looking down onto the side of his face. 

Sirius’ eyes were pressed shut, skin wrinkling from the force of it. The ragged, controlled breathing continued.

“My lovely boy,” you whispered, barely a sound. Your hand dragged up and down his side in the way you knew usually helps. Just enough force to ground him. 

Sirius made a sound you think was supposed to be a dismissive huff, but his vocal chords were too tense and lungs too empty for it to become more than a quiet grunt. You sunk further down beside him, propped up on your elbow as you carefully carded your fingers through his dark curls, wild and matted with sleep.

“I’m alright,” he eventually forced out, voice hoarse. His eyes were still squeezed shut, body still turned away from you – but he was leaning into the touch of your hands, the first step. 

“You can’t fool me, love.”

No judgements, no harshness. You just tried to be a soft figure for him to fall into when ready.

Sirius’ lips tugged up into a small sad smile. They were still twitching somewhat, as if protesting him asserting control over his body again after fear’s coup d'État, but the smile remained. 

“I know.” He leaned back into your chest, turning his head ever so slightly so he could open his eyes into tiny slits and look at your sleep-riddled face. “I still try.”

You welcomed his gaze with a much more assured, wide smile. You dared drop your chin the few centimetres to press a kiss to his forehead as you hummed in confirmation. “You can keep trying if you’d like, but I won’t go away.”

Your last words seemed to strike a chord as Sirius hand shot from being tucked beneath his body to find your own. “Please don’t,” he said, hurried while quiet. “Never. That’s not what I actually want.”

Maintaining your calm energy, you kept pressing kisses around his face. “I won’t, I promise. I won’t. I know what you want and need. I can see it on you, sweetheart. Even if you were to ask me, I wouldn’t leave.” 

Sirius’ eyes were wide open now, round as ever. He blinked one more time before finally heaving a huge sigh, his lungs seemingly crying from relief. Your fingers dutifully stayed in his hair as he turned around to face you, body naturally curling up against your own.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispered in greeting, burying his face into your bare neck. “Too good.” His words were slurred by the twitching of his lips and now the closeness to his skin, but you felt them in their entirety.

It was odd how Sirius seemed to always mould perfectly against you, a harmonious presence even in his troubledness. 

“Not too good,” you murmured into his hair. “Just trying to be good enough.”

Sirius pulled back a little to gaze fondly up at you. “Now who’s fooling who?”

When you kissed him with your smile, you could feel him breathing a bit more normally against you.

[pedroscowgirl]

In safe hands

Aaron hotchner x (fem)reader

(could be read as gn reader but aaron calls reader princess if you're fine with that)

Masterlist

warnings: fluff /slight angst but also a lil suggestive! so minors dni, mentiones of surgery, reader is high on anesthesia, secret relationship, lmk if i forgot something

Summary: After undergoing surgery, you wake up to find Hotch by your side—and under the influence of anesthesia, you accidentally let some unfiltered, unholy thoughts slip

wc: 1.7k it's a small one srry

A/n: i was actually planning on writing some crazy naughty stuff but i couldn't bring myself to ruin the sweet moment so. Edit: this was an ask from a friend :))

The world was a haze of muted colors and soft lights as your eyes fluttered open. Everything felt… heavy, yet oddly light at the same time. The last thing you remembered was the searing pain, the sound of shouts around you, and the warmth of Aaron’s hand gripping yours as you were rushed into surgery. Your head was spinning, and the sterile smell of the hospital filled your senses, reminding you that you were safe now. But that comforting thought wasn’t fully real until your eyes found him.

Aaron was there, sitting at the edge of your bed, his normally composed face lined with worry. His dark eyes softened the moment he saw you stir, as though some enormous weight had just lifted off his shoulders. His hand moved, almost instinctively, reaching out just enough to brush against your blanket-covered arm. You knew he was keeping it subtle, keeping his usual public reserve, even though you longed for his touch to be closer. You didn’t mind. Just knowing he was there was enough.

“Aaron…” you murmured, his name slipping out in a breathy whisper, almost a plea. A sleepy, lopsided smile tugged at your lips as you raised your hand weakly, the gesture an open invitation. And he understood instantly. He moved forward, his hand enveloping yours with a tenderness that, even in your groggy state, sent warmth spreading through you.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning close enough that his familiar scent, clean and comforting, washed over you. “Are you okay?” There was a hitch in his voice, and his gaze searched your face for any sign of lingering pain.

You felt a giggle bubble up, uncharacteristic but unstoppable under the heavy influence of the anesthesia. “Yes,” you said, your voice slurred but light with relief. “But gosh, I really am so horny for you right now.” The words tumbled out, raw and honest, before you even registered what you were saying. It was as if, in this dreamy, half-awake state, you couldn’t help but speak exactly what was on your mind.

And for a beat, the world felt perfect.

Then, as your senses sharpened, you became acutely aware of the quiet—unnaturally quiet. You blinked, focusing past Aaron, and that’s when you saw them. The entire BAU team stood around your bed, a collective look of utter shock written across their faces.

JJ’s mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide and sparkling with a mix of surprise and excitement. Beside her, Morgan was struggling—and failing—to hide a grin, while Garcia looked as though she’d just stumbled onto the juiciest secret of the decade. Reid was there, too, his head tilted in deep thought, clearly recalculating every recent interaction between you and Aaron. Emily was one of the first to piece things together, thanks to her observant nature and razor-sharp intuition, and her expression quickly shifted from mild surprise to amusement.

Embarrassment surged through you, but Aaron didn’t let go of your hand. His grip was steady, grounding, and as you looked up at him, his expression remained calm, even gently amused. You caught the faintest hint of a smile as he glanced down at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges in that rare, quiet way that he reserved just for you.

Morgan was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat and crossing his arms with a sly grin. “So… looks like there’s a little something we missed here?”

Your cheeks flushed, but Aaron gave your hand an encouraging squeeze, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your knuckles. He wasn’t going to leave you to face this alone. You took a deep breath, glancing at each member of your team, your family, before you spoke.

“Guess… the secret’s out,” you said, your voice still a bit wobbly from the anesthesia but carrying a hint of humor.

“Oh my God,” Garcia burst out, clapping her hands together with a gleeful little jump. “This is the best plot twist of all time! I knew something was going on! Didn’t I say something was going on?”

JJ let out a little laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “You two… Really?”

Aaron, ever composed, only smiled, his face calm as he finally addressed the team. “Yes,” he said simply, his deep voice carrying just a hint of pride. “We’ve… kept it quiet for a while.”

“Quiet?!” Garcia’s eyes were practically shining. “This is FBI-level stealth, boss man!”

Emily cleared her throat, causing everyone to pause and look her way. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice teasing but not unkind. "Hotch, I never would have pegged you for a rule-bender. But hey, I’m impressed.”

Reid, still analyzing the situation, gave a little nod, murmuring as he looked back and forth between you both, “I suppose that does explain the slight change in body language I’ve observed between you two over the last few months…”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, a subtle, almost playful challenge directed at Reid. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

Reid’s cheeks turned pink, and he adjusted his glasses. “Well, um… no,” he replied, with a sheepish little smile.

Morgan crossed his arms and chuckled, nudging JJ with his elbow. “Man, Hotch, I never thought I’d see the day! But you know what? I’m happy for you both. Really.” His grin was genuine, the teasing look in his eyes replaced by one of warmth and respect.

With the laughter and light-hearted jabs filling the room, the awkwardness melted away. The anesthesia-induced embarrassment faded, replaced by a sense of belonging, of trust. This team—your family—was nothing but supportive, and you felt a profound sense of relief and gratitude that they knew now.

Finally, you turned back to Aaron, who had never let go of your hand through it all. His gaze was soft, a glint of humor still in his eyes as he leaned down just slightly, murmuring so only you could hear, “Guess we’ll have to get used to a little less privacy.”

You smiled up at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I think I can live with that.”

“Alright,” he said, his voice as steady as ever, though a hint of relief softened his tone. “I think it’s time for everyone to let the patient get some rest.”

The team murmured their goodbyes, each leaving their own quirky remarks. JJ gave you a warm smile, mouthing “we’ll talk later,” while Garcia blew you a playful kiss, winking at you and Aaron as she left.

But Morgan lingered a little longer, crossing his arms and giving Aaron a mischievous grin. “Take it easy in here, Hotch,” he said with a laugh, then pointed a finger at him. “And behave, alright?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the anesthesia still making your giggles sound a bit loopy. Morgan winked at you before finally heading out, and with that, the room fell silent, leaving just you and Aaron.

The laughter faded, and the quiet settled around you both. Aaron still held your hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your palm. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his gaze softened, his brow still creased with the worry he hadn’t quite shaken. He let out a long, shaky breath, his thumb pausing as he looked down at you.

“You scared me,” he admitted quietly, his voice a low murmur. “When I saw you go down…” His jaw tightened, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if replaying that moment was too painful. “I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

Your heart twisted at the vulnerability in his voice. You’d never seen him like this—Hotch, the stoic, unshakeable leader, allowing himself to show this depth of emotion. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, your fingers weak but wanting to comfort him in any way you could.

“I’m right here, Aaron,” you said, your voice a little hoarse but filled with as much warmth as you could muster. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked back at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a small, relieved smile. Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if grounding himself in the fact that you were safe and alive.

Then, unable to resist, he moved lower, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was tender, slow, filled with all the things he couldn’t say. When he finally pulled back, his hand still cradling yours, he looked at you with an expression so full of love and relief that it made your heart skip a beat.

You smiled up at him, feeling a little cheeky despite everything. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice soft but playful. “Now you need to fix it.”

Aaron’s brows rose slightly, and a hint of a smirk crossed his face as he realized exactly what you meant. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. “When you’re better, I’ll treat you like the best pillow princess that you are.”

A laugh bubbled up, and you reached up to lightly tap his arm, both touched and amused. “You’d better keep that promise, Hotchner.”

He chuckled, his own tension easing a little as he looked at you, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I don’t make promises lightly. You know that.”

And in that moment, as you lay there under his warm gaze, you felt the absolute certainty that you were cherished, protected, and loved in a way you never imagined.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

Ride, Cowgirl.

P: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

CW: NSFW content, Cowgirl Position, Breeding Kink

WC: 1,5k words

''Fuck- be quiet, sweetheart-''  Arthur rumbled out, pressing his knuckles against your lips before pushing hard until your teeth were pressing against the roughness of his complexion.

With your hands braced against his chest, you summoned every ounce of strength you had to begin lifting your hips away from him.

The pressure eased as his girth slowly withdrew from the depths of your sensitive walls, and you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

But even as you reveled in the pleasure of his touch, a nagging sense of self-consciousness started creeping in your brain. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of how pathetic you must looked, drooling all over yourself, sweat dripping down your spine, hair dishevelled despite the fact that you had hardly even moved.

''I said, be quiet, girl.'' Arthur's words were punctuated by gripping your jaw firmly but not too hard, wrenching your mouth open as his face drew closer to yours.

A single droplet of saliva fell from his lips to your gaping mouth, landing on your tongue and before you could react, Arthur thrusted two fingers into your mouth.

You gagged involuntarily to his sudden way to keep you quiet before he withdrew them, in a way granting you permission to speak.

''I don't think I can-'' You managed to blurt out, despite the trembling rushing through your entire body as his strong hands held you firmly in place.

''Of course you can, pretty girl.'' He cooed through a strained groan, his voice thick with desire and a hint of impatience as you lifted yourself further up.

A low guttural growl emanated from his mouth whilst he guided your body down onto his shaft once more, torturously slow. In that moment, you were acutely aware of how perfectly he fit inside you, a bittersweet sensation of pain and heaven taken over your senses.

As he slid into you, only reaching halfway, the vigor of it all was overwhelming, eliciting another involuntary cry from your lips to his thickness.

''God, look at you-'' Arthur, attuned to your response, lifted you slightly before exerting a forceful downward motion, the sound of your skin meeting his femurs echoing throughout the quiet of the night

With a deep breath, you curled your body over his, pressing yourself against him, seeking solace in his warmth.

The stretch was just right, so satisfying that made you want to writhe and squirm on top of him, to lose yourself in the rawness of the moment until you were little more than a mindless creature chasing its own pleasure.

In that moment, every sense was heightened. The friction of your bodies, the sound of your combined breaths, the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne hanging heavy in the air..

''Arthur-'' You cried out from the immense fullness of his length, unable to contain the bliss as every nerve in your body was set on fire.

One of his hands traced a path up the curve of your back, its touch sending electric tingles through your skin, each movement leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

With a gentle yet dominating pull, he guided you to lie on top of him, his strength effortlessly positioning you so that your hands naturally found their place on his defined shoulders, providing a sturdy anchor for balance.

He lifted one hand from your hip, a tender touch that trailed the expanse of your body until it reached your face and cupped your cheek to tilt your head downwards, coaxing you to meet his gaze.

Then, Arthur leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, "Show me what a good cowgirl you are." He murmured, the rumble of his voice low and primal.

As soon as he uttered those words, your hips sprang into motion, responding eagerly to the command and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he delved deeper into you.

With each thrust, you could feel the individual bones of his ribcage pressing into you, the pressure adding to the intensity of the position you were in.

In a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, you shifted your hips, angling yourself to maximize the stimulation on your throbbing core as he pounded into you relentlessly.

''Yeah that's right, sweetheart- fuck-'' Arthur's strained breathless mumbling reverberated through the cold tent and with each thrust of his hips, he drove himself deeper into you, hitting that sweet spot with such precision that had you seeing stars.

He slipped a hand from your hips and with practiced ease, he directed his attention to your most sensitive spot, his fingers moving torturously slow upon your skin as they found their way to your clit.

His touch met the tender flesh, you gasped at the sudden sensation, the smooth pad of his finger gliding over the hood of your clit with pressure.

''Keep riding me like that, up and down, girl-'' The older man rasped, still fucking up into you and making you sob as if you were in pain, the pleasure alone enough to make you drool.

Each cresting wave a little stronger than the last, feeding off its own momentum and swelling until you could barely see straight anymore. It was embarrassingly easy to lose yourself on his cock like that and you fervently threw yourself into the act, grinding down with rapidly increasing desperation.

''Stay inside, Arthur-ah, please-''

The mere thought of breeding you never failed to ignite all animalistic instincts within him, quickening his pace instantly as the rhythm of his hips became more urgent.

With each thrust, he slammed himself deeper into you, his hips grinding against yours with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. Your body responded eagerly, moving in tandem with his, every movement sending you closer to the edge.

''Grind on it girl, just like that-'' A low growl left Arthur's throat to the feeling of your walls tightening around him, gripping him with desperately, begging to be filled with every single inch of him.

Sucking in a faltering breath, you used your trembling legs to push yourself up and drop back down onto his cock, clutching his thighs in a death grip and in result your head tipped back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your throat to his hungry gaze.

In response, his tongue attacked the delicate spot of your throat, tasting the sweet essence of your skin as his teeth grazed against you, so eagerly whilst his ministrations picked up with your speed, grinding the worn pad of his thumb into your oversensitive clit hard enough to leave you shaking uncontrollably.

''Beautiful girl-'' He was groaning softly under you now, quick, sporadic noises that he couldn’t fully choke back but you could hardly hear him over the sound of your own desperate bleating and the rising clap of skin on skin. 

With each smack of his hips and his thumb stroking your bud in circles, your mind was consumed by a euphoric haze, every sensation magnified to the point where every thought evaporated into nothingness.

And as tears clung to your lashes, you surrendered yourself completely to him once more, needing nothing but him. Always him.

Mustering up all the strength in your legs, you bounced on him even more earnestly than before. Your walls tightened around Arthur's girthy length, the sensation of your muscles constricting around him as your climax finally bursted within you with the power of a thousand crushing waves.

With each clench, you felt him being sucked so deep that your juices started gushing out, the dampness spread across the thin bedsheet and soaked into his lower half to make a mess. Yet, amidst the chaos Arthur remained undeterred, his thrusts relentless as he pursued his own release.

All it took was a few more thrusts, and his body was convulsing beneath you, his movements seeming almost otherworldly while he emptied himself inside you, choked moans and ragged gasps escaping his dry throat as his hot semen spilt out of you, trailing down your thighs.

As expected from your uncomfortable position, Arthur recovered quicker than you did and by the time you finally slouched forward, completely spent, he was there to catch you.

Drawing you close to his chest, he slowly rolled you both over and his cock slipped free with a quiet little squelch.

You sighed heavily, but satiated and nestled into him in search of the body heat that would keep you warm now that the sweat was starting to cool on your back. 

A long moment passed in silence while you were catching your breath, basking in the afterglow.

Then, leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. ''Learn to ride your horse like that and I'll have to send you off to the circus.''

''Shut up, Morgan.''

[awearywritersworld]

gratitude

gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo wakes up early one morning, suddenly aware that he can't live without you. w/c: .5k tags/warnings: fluff. gn!reader. a/n: happy jjk day!!! masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

gojo satoru is something of a stranger to gratitude, but can anyone really blame him? he was born with unmatched strength, unaccustomed to the blood, sweat, and tears many people shed to gain even a fraction of the power he possesses.

he's the son of one of the wealthiest clans in japan, so he's never gone to bed hungry, nor has he ever had to wear a pair of shoes that were past their prime. he's also blessed with good looks, always flaunting the kind of smile that makes people turn their heads.

now, that's not to say he's never felt thankful in his life. quite the contrary. he was thankful when nanami returned to jujutsu tech and when yuuji came back to life even after sukuna ripped out his heart. hell, he was thankful for the kid at the bakery who served him a particularly exquisite lemon loaf last week.

but he's never felt true gratitude. you know, the kind you experience when you're given something you can't possibly live without. the kind that moves you, shakes you to the core.

that is, until he's laying in bed beside you, already awake as the sun begins to kiss the morning sky. his eyes trail over your face in the pale blue light of dawn, taking great pains to commit every little detail to memory.

it's then that he feels it, gratitude that seeps into his bones and fills him with relief, hope, and elation all at once. gratitude that changes him as a person, because how could he exist without you? without the soft curve of your nose, without the fullness of your lips, without those cute little snores that let him know you're still sleeping peacefully?

you're laying on your stomach, your back exposed and the sheet bunched around your waist. he traces each divot of your spine with a careful and loving touch, acutely aware that there isn't a thing in the world that could possibly compare to the feeling of your skin against his own.

"'toru? what're you doing awake?" you ask groggily, pulling him from his thoughts.

"hmph.. can't sleep 'cause you're such a blanket hog."

"yeah? are you sure you're not just staring at me again, all googly eyed and creepy?" you pop one eye open to discern the look on his face.

"i've got no idea what you're talking about," he asserts, pulling you against his chest in an attempt to obscure his guilty grin.

you've already seen it though. "i think you're delusional or something, you should get some more sleep."

you feel his chest shift, a breath of a laugh passing his nose. "yeah, you're probably right."

you hum, satisfied with his answer, then tangle your legs with his and close your eyes. "i love you."

gojo has taken a lot of things for granted in his life, he's smart enough to know that, but those three words? from your lips? he'll be grateful for them until the end of time.

"i love you, too."

taglist: @torusmochi @moonmalice

[moon7jay]

OKAY (p.sh)

Warnings : smut, rough sex, degradation, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Dedicated to •┈┈⛧ @hoondrop

Sunghoon didn't think of it much when you let him into your apartment without a single word when usually you'd be huffing and puffing because he showed up unannounced. He didn't think much of it when you slipped off your dress silently and laid on the bed, spread open, waiting for him to use you however he wanted.

He attributed it to you being really needy. Sunghoon was too lost in his own lust to notice how you cried out his name when he slipped himself home inside of your wet heat in one painful thrust. Your nails dug into his back and your hazy eyes fell on his expressions of bliss, hot pants falling from his mouth, brows furrowed and eyes fixated on your heaving chest. He wasn't even looking at your face and an acute pain started to bloom inside your chest.

"Fuck-oh god-never been inside a pussy so fucking good ,you were just made to be fucked" He grunted, pelting his hips harshly into you. His touches were rough, palms groping around your body in a desperate abandon, leaving bruises in their wake. Usually you loved it, your body welcomed the familiar sting and the pleasure that came along with it, but the bruises from your inside were looming on the surface today, making you feel like an open, gaping wound.

He buried his face inside the crook of your neck, folding your body in half, his thrusts merciless as always. "fucking slut, can't stop coming back to this tight little cunt, you should get paid for it" he panted in your ear. His words were hitting you as hard as his thrusts were, the hollowness in your chest intensifying by the second. Soft sobs started leaving your lips before you could stop them.

"Yeah ? Does it hurt?" He asked coming up to rest his forehead against yours, looking you dead in the eye for the first time since he came over. His eyes were dark in lust, hot breaths of exertion falling on your lips while his hips kept pounding you into the sheets. You nodded, your vision becoming blurry as you were unable to control the onslaught of tears that was wracking your body. "You can take it, just keep letting me use this hot little body till I'm fucking satisfied" His movements became rapid, you could tell that he was close. Your walls were breaking down with each snap of his hips, pain beginning to constrict your throat. Your breaths were becoming shorter, sobs becoming ugly, the physical pain transcending into emotional one.

You hated it, hated feeling so vulnerable and raw, especially in front of someone who didn't give two fucks about you. Maybe it was the stupid feelings you had started harbouring for the boy above you that were begging him to notice your suffering. To see you, look beyond the relief that your body had to offer and peek behind the mask which was your face. To hold your aching body till it didn't feel like something was clawing it's way out of your chest, till you could voice out your grief and give this empty feeling a name.

Sunghoon's mind was beginning to get clouded over by the feelings of ecstasy, his hips stuttering, feeling his high approaching closer. Even though his body was responding to the pleasure you were giving him, something about the way you were looking at him was filling him with unease. He had never seen you crying so much during sex and something inside him was telling him that this was something else. Those weren't the sobs of pleasure that were racking your tiny form underneath him, your wails sounded like cries of actual pain and he wasn't sure what to do. His high faded into the void the more that he focused on your quivering lips and flooded eyes, his hips coming to a halt inside of you. When you didn't stop wailing despite the lack of his assault on your lower body, sunghoon's chest constricted in panic. Did he hurt you? what the fuck was going on?

You were jolted out of your agony by the feeling of two big palms cupping your face.

"Y/n? Hey, hey, calm down" Sunghoon's panic filled voice penetrated through the viel of tears covering your eyes. It took you a while to notice how he wasn't inside of you anymore, the aching between your legs was lost somewhere between your grief stricken cries. You pushed him away and curled into yourself, wrapping your hands around your middle to find some sort of comfort. Rocking your body back and forth to calm your stuttering breaths. This was all you had. For as long as you can remember, this tiny stroke of comfort was all you had to ground yourself to reality. The fact that someone else was witnessing your breakdown was making you feel defenseless. "G-Go please" you sobbed and closed your eyes to drown out your surroundings.

Sunghoon's brain was going into overdrive. Seeing you like this was something he had not thought about even in his worst nightmares and he felt helpless. He didn't want to leave but at the same time he didn't want to push your limits either, so he gathered his clothes and dressed himself as fast as he could. There was an intense urge to hold you that was blooming in his chest, but who was he kidding? He couldn't comfort people for shit. Sunghoon didn't do emotions, he didn't do feelings and he sure as fuck didn't care about anyone, so why were you making him feel this way?

As he took one last look at your naked body curled into a fetus position, your cries tearing through his heart, sunghoon did what he did best. He left.

As you stared at the empty screen of your phone with no calls or messages from sunghoon, you could hear the distinct sound of your heart breaking. One would think you would have gotten used to that sound by now. How pathetic.

Did you not know how it was gonna end from the beginning? or when you decided to be vulnerable and scare him away ? Did you really think you meant something to him? That you meant more to him than just a warm body to fuck? How many heart breaks would it take for you to realize that you were just convenient? Convenient and replaceable and so so naive. You wouldn't call yourself naive tho, you were just desperate. Choosing to ignore reality to live in momentary illusions of happiness. You guess this is what becomes of people who come out of broken homes, searching for little specks of love where it doesn't exist, deluding yourself till the glaring reality decides to shove you back to where you came from. Somewhere along the way, you had come to terms with the fact that you couldn't make people love you. You had always lacked that ability, to make someone want you, to make someone stay.

You picked on the scab of wound on your knuckle mindlessly, chuckling to yourself as tears started streaming down your face again. You out of all people should have known better. You had so much love inside of you and no one to give it to. And what was excess love if not grief? Where do you put this agony? How do you get rid of this aching need to be enough for someone else?

He must be with some other girl right now, some girl who didn't ruin his pleasure with random breakdowns and ugly sobs. Someone who wasn't so difficult and unlovable and excruciatingly clingy. you kept scratching till the healed skin was peeling off, making way for warm blood to ooze out. A sigh fell from your quivering lips at the familiar sting, wondering if he stayed when other girls asked him to.

Sunghoon downed his 6th shot of the night and yet, he was wide awake and functioning. He'd been sitting in this godforsaken bar for days but no amount of alcohol could take you out of his head. You were like a constant itch at the back of his mind. What fucked him up the most was the fact that he missed you. Utterly and desperately. And not just your body, he missed YOU. He missed your giggles and he missed your flustered smiles. He missed the way you sassed him when he teased you. He missed watching his big palms engulf your small ones.

The past few days had been enough to bring him to the glaring realization that he needed you. He cared about you. Your wails were still ringing in his ears and your broken voice when you told him to leave was haunting him at nights. His dark circles could attest to that. His hands shook with the desperate need to call you and hear your voice but he was a coward. He left you in your worst moment and the guilt and shame was eating him from the inside. What would he even say to you? You probably hated him now.

His mind drifted off to the conversation you had with him a few weeks ago. He'd been getting ready to leave when your soft, hesitant voice had spoken the words which changed the trajectory of his life. "c-can you stay?" you'd asked and sunghoon had looked at you like he'd seen a ghost. Your tiny figure had been wrapped in your white sheets while you peered up at him nervously, your fingers fiddling with the stray thread on the duvet. "can you stop being fucking clingy?" He'd replied, regretting his words as soon as he'd seen you visibly flinch. Then truth was that he'd been afraid. He was scared then and he was scared now. Scared of how badly he'd wanted to stay.

He downed another shot and hoped it would be enough to give him the liquid courage for what he was about to do.

You didn't know what to expect when your doorbell rang in the middle of the night. You were lounging on your couch in the living room, staring blankly at the romcom playing on your television. Your first thought was to ignore it, the emotional distress of the past few days had taken so much away from you physically that you had little to no strength left in your body.

But whoever was behind that door was persistent. Ringing and ringing till you couldn't help but heave yourself up from the couch in frustration.

You yanked the door open and froze. It took a few seconds for you to process the fact that he was standing in front of you and another few seconds to stop yourself from running into his arms. You swallowed harshly and stepped aside to let him in. His eyes were fixated on you and you were looking anywhere but at him. Not quite ready to face your demons just yet. You weren't surprised to see him at your door to be honest, he couldn't stay without sex for too long.

At least you are useful for something, you thought. You were in the middle of slipping off your top's strap down your shoulder when his voice interrupted you. "What are you doing?" He asked, making you look up at him, staring at him blankly. "Getting undressed" you replied in a solemn monotone like it was the most obvious thing in the world but he shook his head, his gaze intense "why? "

"Isn't that what you're here for?"

Your genuinely confused question hit sunghoon like a slap across the face. He knew that he had been treating you like shit but why were you treating yourself like this? It made him want to puke. He shook his head again and willed his heart to calm down "I'm not here to have sex with you"

His words sounded like static to you. Oh. He was here to break things off with you, because of course he was. Did you really think he was going to come back to you for sex after what you had done when he could have any girl he wanted for the night? You really were delusional. You bit your lower lip to stop it from wobbling when you felt tears gathering at your waterline. So this was it then? You really had driven another person you loved away from you successfully.

"I-im sorry, j-just don't hate me please" you spoke through gritted teeth, blinking rapidly to avoid crying in front of him again. If he couldn't love you, you wanted to make sure he didn't leave hating you. You honestly wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he did.

Sunghoon watched your cowering form inching away from him and he was overcome with an intense urge to wrap you in his arms and keep you close. You looked so scared and small standing there, asking him to not hate you. Silly little girl, he thought. How could he ever hate you?

He rubbed a shaky hand over his face to choose his next words carefully but you interpreted his actions the wrong way. Your throat constricted and you fisted the hem of your top tightly. The feeling of desperation was beginning to overpower your rational thoughts, what were you going to do if he left? Your feet moved before you could stop yourself and your shaky fingers were tugging on his shirt softly. When his dark eyes met yours, you couldn't stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks. "G-give me one chance, I won't ruin it this time" you hiccuped through your sobs. "Y/n- " please sunghoon i-i'll be so good and s- so quiet, just u-use m-your words were cut of by a sobbed gasp escaping your lips when sunghoon pinned you against the wall behind you forcefully, his body pressed firmly against yours. You stared up at him with wide teary eyes and he looked angry, the vein on his forehead throbbing visibly. "Stop that" He spoke sternly through gritted teeth and cupped your face in his palms, resting his forehead against yours. "Stop treating yourself like a fucking object y/n, this isn't you" His lips captured yours before you could react and the softness of the kiss caught you off gaurd. You didn't remember the last time you had been kissed with so much tenderness and you couldn't help but sob into his mouth, your hands fisting his shirt desperately. Sunghoon didn't stop kissing you. More like, he couldn't stop kissing you. Hoping that he could convey with his kiss, all the words that he couldn't say. His hold on your face was soft and you couldn't help but press yourself closer to his body, seeking warmth, looking for comfort. He pulled away briefly, his forehead still pressed against yours and he stared right into your soul. His thumbs reached up to wipe your tears and you hiccuped through your sniffles. "would you believe me if I said that I'm here to stay baby?" He asked softly. The sweet nickname was something he'd only called you in throes of passion sometimes, so the fact that he was consciously speaking to you with so much affection made your heart hurt. Hope fluttered like butterflies in your stomach and you searched his face. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get lost in his affection even if he was lying, so exhausted from your emotional turmoil. Your eyes flooded with tears and you sobbed a pathetic "no" while you shook your head. Sunghoon closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "will you give me a chance to prove it to you?" He asked, his hot breath warming up your mouth. You bit your lower lip and buried your face into his chest, unable to stop yourself from crying your heart out. This felt like a fever dream and you wanted to stay in it a little longer. You wanted to feel his arms around you, holding you closer in a way only you had ever done to yourself. He wrapped your body in his embrace and sighed in relief, he couldn't comprehend how he'd gone so long without the feeling of you in his arms. "please baby, you're like air to me and i know that i have hurt you and i won't ask you to forgive me but these past few days have been hell and i don't think I can survive something like that again" He whispered his truth and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his chest.

He hated that he was always so afraid of his own feelings, hated that you were turning him into this emotional person that he was not. His words made you tighten your hold around his shoulders and you peeked up slightly to stare into his eyes. His eyes that were staring at you with so much adoration that you couldn't help the blush spreading across your cheeks.

He pecked your nose "let me inside your heart baby, I want to know what hurts you and makes you bleed, I want to swallow your pain if it's the last thing I do"

Your breathing had evened out from hearing him speak and you were suddenly coming to the realisation that he was asking you to give him a chance at loving you. Sunghoon wanted to love you. Your heart was beating rapidly across your chest at the possibility of your feelings being reciprocated and yet at the back of your mind, you couldn't help but question. Were you ready to let him in like that? would you be able to take it if he left you stranded again? You didn't know. But what you did know was that you were tired of running away.

"Okay" you whispered and his lips were immediately on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it, in a way it did. "Okay" He whispered back into your mouth and swallowed your whines, pressing you closer to himself, tasting you like he'd never given himself the liberty to.

There were so many things you wanted to ask him and so many feelings he wanted to express. But for now, okay was enough.

[peachdues]

hope y’all are ready. The period sex in Compass 2 is going to be long and filthy.

Curled behind you as he is, Sanemi can’t quite tell whether you’ve finally succumbed to sleep. Your breathing is slow, and while you haven’t spoken in a while, you could just as easily be basking in the relaxed comfort of his arms, lingering somewhere in between sleep and consciousness.

It’s how he wishes he could be; at ease, half-heartedly fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open. But no; Sanemi is wide the fuck awake, his body stiffer than a board.

He doesn’t think you’re doing it intentionally — in fact, he’s almost certain you aren’t. Despite your relative relaxedness, you squirm every so often as you try to get comfortable, struggling to find a position that will allow you the most relief from the throbbing ache in your lower stomach.

But if you don’t stop grinding your ass against him, Sanemi might just snap.

He’d already had to quietly fight off the pain in his groin after getting hot and heavy with you in the kitchen, before he’d realized he needed to take care of your grumbling stomach at the expense of his blue balls, no matter how much it hurt.

But here you are now, rotating your perfect ass right into his groin as he grows harder than a fucking diamond, and there’s no relief from the onslaught of your wiggling in sight.

It just feels cruel.

“Knock it off,” Sanemi finally grumbles into your ear, arms squeezing once around your waist in warning. “You tryin’ to make me cream my pants?”

“It’s not my fault,” you groan miserably. “I can’t get comfortable.”

“Don’t you take meds?”

“Already did.”

Sanemi fights the swear building on his tongue. He’s acutely aware that you’re truly not at fault for his traitorous body’s reaction to your movements, but he finds himself wavering dangerously close to losing control. Every bump of your ass against him increasingly painful hard-on is a tease that feels like an act of torture. The twisting movements of your backside are barely more than whispers of the contact he craves, and yet somehow, they’re just enough to make his cock throb for more.

It takes a great deal of self-restraint for Sanemi not to grab your hips and grind you back against him properly. But he manages to just cling onto that fraying thread until you swivel your ass right against the crotch of his pants, groaning in frustration.

Sanemi snaps.

With a disapproving click of his tongue, he flips you to your back and under him.

“You still got cramps?” He hovers close over you, nose nearly bumping yours.

Wide-eyed and blushing at his proximity, you nod.

“You took your meds already?”

Another nod.

“And they ain’t helping?”

This time, you slowly shake your head.

And then a smile, a wickedly devious smile, spreads across his lips. “I know what will.”

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[innerthighfest]

Lower

His hands rested on the curve of his belly, the heavy weight of it pressing into his lower back, a constant reminder of the life growing inside him. He had been sitting there, in the cool moonlight, savoring the quiet peace that came with being so far along in a pregnancy—until he felt it.

A sharp, sudden sensation, like a deep, heavy shift, that drew his attention. His breath caught as a wave of discomfort radiated through his abdomen. His belly, once high and rounded, seemed to lower in that moment, a subtle but undeniable feeling of descent. The baby had dropped.

His eyes widened, and he instinctively placed his hands on the lower part of his belly, feeling the shift, the pressure as the baby moved lower. His stomach tightened, a rush of discomfort filling him as the weight shifted downwards. It was a strange, almost painful sensation. A deep, pulling heaviness in his pelvis as if the baby were suddenly closer to his hips.

"Oh God..." His voice was low and shaky, the words feeling strained, a mix of awe and discomfort. He could feel the baby moving, pressing downward, stretching his body in ways that weren’t as comfortable anymore. The pressure was almost too much, making his back ache, his hips feel like they were being pulled apart. It was as if the very act of the baby shifting had turned his entire body into a tight, sensitive knot.

"Ohh, you're getting deeper..." His voice was shaky, a soft, breathless laugh escaping his lips despite the discomfort. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to find some relief, but it was impossible. The pressure in his pelvis was overwhelming, as though the baby had settled in a way that left him feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. It wasn’t painful in the way of sharp, acute pain, but it was uncomfortable in a deep, aching, almost suffocating way.

He ran his hands over the swollen curve of his belly, trying to soothe the tightness, but every time the baby moved, it only intensified the sensation. He could feel the baby pressing against his lower abdomen, the heaviness of it too much at times, making him gasp softly.

"You’re so big..." he murmured softly to the baby, his voice a mixture of awe and a little strain. "You’re so low...I can feel you."

Another shift. Another deep pressure. He winced, his hands gripping the sides of his belly as he leaned forward slightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort. The baby's movements, now feeling heavier, seemed to cause a sharp tug within him, pulling on his muscles, on his very core. It was almost like the weight of the child inside was too much, too overwhelming, like a gravitational pull he couldn’t escape.

His breath was quickening, the discomfort making it hard to focus. The low ache in his hips grew with each passing second, and as the baby moved again, it sent a jolt of sharp pressure down through his pelvis, his whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

Despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the movements. The heaviness, the constant reminder of how hugely pregnant he truly was with his lover's baby—it was intimate, even if it wasn’t always pleasant. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear the pressure, but still, he loved it. He loved how full it made him feel, how complete his body had become.

"Oh wow. Oh wow. You’re so close. It's time. Oh god, you're coming now" he murmured, chaotically running his fingers over his big tight belly again, feeling the weight of the baby pushing down. "Oooo, you're almost there. Ooohhh, You have to get lower."

But the drop, the weight, the relentless pressure as the baby moved even lower—it was a sensation he couldn’t ignore. The baby was coming now. He had to start pushing. Through the discomfort, through the aching weight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of wonder. As much as the pressure hurt, as much as the discomfort stung, it was the price he was willing to pay to do it all over again, but next time, he wanted twins.