#also i am extremely sleepy but i don’t think that has anything to do with my wrist

[letlionslie]

i think the sequence of events has gone like this:

-strain wrist in a creative fervor

-be unable to draw or play with pens because of wrist

-become increasingly discouraged and sad because of lack of hobby time

anyway hopefully my wrist is better soon and will ease my case of ill defined but pervasive sadness and discouragement.

[gii-1]

hii!! hope ur doing good!! could you do hcs for the boys with an s/o who has narcolepsy??

-jjk boys with a reader who has narcolepsy

ft. yuji, megumi, inumaki, yuta

notes: since i had no idea what narcolepsy was, i had to do a bit of research. i might be way off on what it is, so please correct me if i am.

yuji ->

• when he first noticed, you both were having a conversation and you randomly fell asleep.

• he kept shaking you gently asking what happened, thinking you were looking down at something that was making you look so still.

• once he realised that was not the case, he thought you had went paralysed and was panicking

• he called for shoko frantically asking for help, once she explained you had narcolepsy he calmed down a bit.

• after that incident he always brings a pillow when you are there, scared you will fall asleep again.

• he always asks if you had a nap today, and since you’re not allowed caffeine whenever you two or in a group go out he makes sure that you don’t accidentally get any.

• if you have a sudden weakness in your muscles, he will definitely be by your side at all times to help you.

• i feel like he’d carry you around everywhere

• he also asks how good you sleep was and how comfy it was, if it wasn’t he’d probably ask gojo for a new mattress and some pillows.

• hes constantly asking you how you are aswell making sure you’re in top shape, he’s never had his guard down and is ready if you have a sleep attack or your limbs go weak.

• in lessons where you can’t focus on things properly, he locks in and make sure he does notes on everything you missed so you can see later.

megumi ->

• when he firsts notices your extreme tiredness at times, he originally thinks its from the exhaustion of doing missions but he had a nagging feeling that it was something else.

• i have a very strong feeling he already knew a bit about narcolepsy from the fact he loves nonfiction books.

• so that means he was prepared when he first found out about your narcolepsy.

• this guy definitely keeps some sort of unconscious (very organised) timetable in his head about what times you had your nap.

• he always checks if you followed the timetable, checking in on how many times you had a nap.

• if you complained, or if he asked you, about the comfort of your sleep and it was uncomfortable then (like yuji) he would go to gojo and get you anything sleep related to help you.

• if you weren’t able to pay attention in class because it was hard to focus on things, you can always rely on him because he has the most neat notes in the world, despite his handwriting being a bit messy as he had to write quick, he’s a pro at organised notes.

• he will get used to your narcolepsy quickly and is very understanding of how tired or irritated you act sometimes, he won’t take it to heart.

• after finding out, he would be a lot more patient with you and think about your safety.

• thinking about your safety a lot more is definitely integrated into his lifestyle now

inumaki ->

• you guys were in a restaurant and you randomly fell asleep, he was poking your forehead trying to wake you up, he didn’t want your soon-to-come food to get cold.

• when he found out about your narcolepsy, he was interested by it.

• he would do missions for you if he felt like it was your time to have a nap

• when you get a sleep attack in random places he will try his best to make sure you’re in a comfortable position so you don’t wake up sore.

• he is unconsciously always thinking if you had enough sleep that day, especially during missions.

• if you’re really feeling sleepy while you were hanging out in a group, he’d take you to your dorm right away

• even though he can’t talk at most times, he’ll always make sure that you know he’s concerned for your health and will be there for you.

• i feel like you guys both look out for each other sometimes, like you would always have cough medicine incase he doesn’t have any, and he would always make sure that you got enough of your quality sleep.

• sometimes he relates to you as you both have things in your life that affects your health drastically, so that makes your relationship with him a bit closer because of that.

yuta ->

• he was very scared when he first found out

• he’s a gentleman.

• he always makes sure you know the material properly in class and he goes over it with you to make sure that you understand whats going on.

• every time you go to sleep in random places he will find something soft for you to rest your head on, whether its his clothes or his belongings he wants your sleep to be comfortable.

• it doesn’t even matter to him, like it could be so cold that your eyelashes freeze and he’d still take off his jacket for you to sleep on.

• if you feel even slightly tired he will escort you to your dorm, he gets anxious that you wont feel good and will start feeling tired and unfocused.

• he always asks you if you need anything

• definitely got spare blankets during hangouts so he can cover you with it when you sleep, so you don’t feel cold while sleeping.

• whenever he’s at shops he always looks at the pillows and feels them if they are up to his standards of comfort, then if they meet those standards he will buy them for you.

• he would do everything for you if you’re limbs start feeling really weak, he’d always keep you in a comfortable position so it doesn’t make you ache after.

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 1)

☆ pairing: toji x afab!reader ☆ summary: toji, your objectively hot neighbor, needs a babysitter, and you need some cash. however, things are getting weird because he hasn't paid you in a week and rent is due... ☆ warnings: 18+. MINORS DNI. choking, oral sex (f!recieving), implied parent death, some public nudity, slight power dynamic ☆ tags: modernAU, babysittingAU ☆ a/n: lowkey wrote this with one hand if you catch my drift ꈍ .̮ ꈍ i'm thinking about doing more parts loosely based off of each other following y/n and a love triangle between gojo and toji. yes, they will be horny and yes i will *try* to have some plot let me LIVE okay (°◡°♡) let me know if that's something people are interested in :3 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"megumiiii~", you sing lightly, "it's time for beeed". it's way past 9pm, and if toji finds out his son was 30 minutes past his bedtime, he'll never let you forget the next time you babysit. not that you have any issue babysitting for your extremely built, ripped, hot, dilf of a neighbor, that is.

megumi groans and tears start lining his little eyes. "but i don't wanna~" he cries out. "there's only 30 minutes left on this show...", he tries to beg. you pick up the candy wrappers you secretly gave megumi after dinner as a treat for eating his veggies.

"okay, first of all, i let you stay up way longer than i should have. second, there's no way in hell am i gonna let you stay up and watch...oh god. you're watching euphoria?!" you exclaim, eyes widening at the thought of megumi watching all the inappropriate content without you even realizing. you hope it's too late in the night and he's far too sleepy and tired to actually retain anything he just watched. you grab the tv remote and turn it off, and pick up megumi in your arms. "c'mon bubs, you've got school tomorrow, and your daddy will be home soon", you whisper softly in his ear.

megumi yawns and mumbles while slowly drifting off. "but i'm not even that sweepyy...". by the time you make it upstairs to his room, megumi is knocked out. you smile softly at him, before quitely closing the door and heading downstairs to the living room to clean up the mess megumi had made.

you look at the time again. 9:45...toji should be back soon, you think to yourself. you decide on reviewing some of your notes for a final next week while euphoria continues to play on the background. you've personally never watched the show, but your roommate, shoko, was obsessed with jacob elordi and loved euphoria, but there was far too much nudity in it for you.

as if right on cue, shoko shoots you a text.

shoko: pls tell me ur balls deep in toji rn babe me n utahime are bored as hell and we need something exciting this friday night 😭

you giggle. it was no secret between you and three that your next door neighbor was insanely hot. you guys always joke about sleeping with toji. you quickly type back:

y/n: stfu what if he was next to me and read this text huh? never gonna happen you know that 🙄

it’s not like you’re not not down for that. you just don’t want to be all over him like everyone else in the neighborhood. you and shoko have seen the way some of these girls did not know how to act on nextdoor whenever toji went on one of his shirtless runs or drove megumi to and from school.

it’s also not like you’re a total virgin either. you’ve had your fair share of ex-boyfriends in the past, but you won’t lie…it has been a while since you’ve been with someone. your thoughts are interrupted by a response from shoko.

shoko: riiiighttt, that's why you asked to borrow my shortest n sluttiest skirt to "babysit" tn 😏

you shake your head, scoffing at your cheeky roommate. you love her, but there's a final next week that isn't going to pass itself. muting the show and putting on your headphones, you get lost in your class notes, reviewing all the important key points and ideas before your final next week. you don’t even notice toji opening the door and his keys clanging on the table as he takes off his shoes and groans after a long day of…work? you’re not entirely sure what he does for a living but you never really bothered to ask. and it’s partially why you were feeling nervous to ask toji about your babysitting payment for the last week, as he hadn’t paid you at all for it. toji heads to the kitchen and opens a cold bottle of beer and saunters to the living room, only to be met with a pair of 4k hd bare titties on the 60 inch tv in his living room and you on the sofa.

toji clears his throat loudly. “whatcha watching, y/n?”, he says cheekily. you look up at toji, startled by his entrance, and you look at the tv, and squeal at what’s on display.

“oh my god, mr. fushiguro! i-i-i have no ideas w-what’s playing. ohmygodidon’tevenknowwhatshowisplaying-” you start rambling, looking around frantically for the remote to turn the tv off.

“relax, y/n-kun”, toji coos. “i’m not judging you. never known anyone to do their best studyin’ while there are a pair of tits on screen, but you always find a way to surprise me.” toji chuckles as you turn off the tv, and moves closer to you so he can sit across the sofa.

“stop teasing me, mr. fushiguro~”, you whine., crossing your arms and pouting. “you know i’d never-“

“c’mon y/n, how many times do i have to tell you to call me toji? i’m not that much older than you, you know that right?”, toji reminds you.

your pout slowly turns into a smile as you laugh slightly. “okay, whatever you say, boomer,” you tease. you and toji both laugh gingerly. you both stare at the blank tv screen, marinating in the comfortable silence you both were familiar with. toji was right when he said he wasn’t much older than you. he was, after all, your age when he had megumi and was somehow making ends meet as a single parent, although you would be lying if you said you hadn’t seen a few women here and there that toji brought home every so often. it was never the same girl more than once, but you definitely knew he had some game, whether you liked it or not. wait, do you not like that he brings girls over?

you shift uncomfortably on the couch as you recall the uncomfortable conversation you need to have with toji. he senses the change in your mood and how you body stiffened up instead of its usually relaxed posture. toji frowns. “hey, what’s on your mind, pumpkin?”

“umm…well, i hope you don’t mind me asking this but…well, i’ve got to pay my portion of rent soon. a-and i’ve noticed that i haven’t gotten paid for the last w-week yet. sorry, i know things are rough but…i was wondering…” you trail off, pleading inside that toji can fill in the blanks himself and can figure out what you’re asking.

toji shifts towards you and locks eyes with you. you don’t really know what you were expecting to see but it sure wasn’t him smirking. you swear you saw a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes as he inches closer and closer to you. almost instinctively, you clench your thighs together, trying really hard not to think about the effect locking eyes with toji has on you.

“aw, i’m sorry, pumpkin.” toji feigns sympathy to you. “you see, i was going to pay you last week. remember when you went to tuck megumi in after last thursday? i had an envelope with the cash i owed you, and i went to put it in your bag, when your laptop chimed with a new message.” your face immediately drops. this can’t be what you think it is. you’re not entirely sure what toji could’ve seen, but also, isn’t this a violation of your privacy? you hold your breath and gulp, daring not to let toji sense how nervous you are.

“oh god, y/n. i didn’t want to look but it’s hard to look away when there’s a message that says ‘so have you fucked your hot dilf neighbor yet?’ don’t tell me you were only babysitting for me because you wanted me?” toji asks, raising an eyebrow, the scar near his lip lifting up slightly in a teasing grin.

“i-i don’t know w-what you’re talking about, toji~ why were you looking at my messages!” you accuse, your face growing hotter by the second with embarrassment and…lust? wait what no, he’s your neighbor you can’t do this! you can feel your panties getting more soaked by the second and you cannot bear to look at toji’s stupid handsome face, so you look at his hands. the way his large fingers rest on the sofa. how would they look around your neck? oh my god, snap out of it!

“why are you telling everyone but me you think i’m hot?” he counters, pulling you from your thoughts. “that reallyyy hurts my feelings, y/n-kun”, toji says as he pretends to pout. wait, when did he get so close to you?

“it’s s-so unprofessional i didn’t want to-“ you start rambling. toji is right next to you, his knees touching your knees. he stops you mid sentence by using his hands that are practically the size of your face to grab your jaw and force you to face him, as you let out a pathetic little whine.

“cut the shit, pumpkin. it’s just babysitting, okay. it’s not that serious,” toji spits harshly. every muscle in your body is on fire, and you have to actively prevent your eyes from rolling back. you swear you had a fantasy dream like this once (oh god, was it with toji?).

“don’t think i don’t see you looking sooo disappointed when i bring yet another girl home with me. hell, it even makes me feel bad…” toji trails off, as he loosens his grip on your jaw, slowly using his fingers to trace your jawline. you shiver at his touch. “hell, even i feel bad when i see your sad sad face drop. my poor girl…”, toji feigns a frown as he starts to softly trace the outline of your lips.

instinctively, you let out a quite moan when his fingers touch your lips. “i do, toji. i feel so sad when i see you with those other girls. i can’t stand it when someone else has you.” you confess, almost embarrassingly easily. your wide bambi eyes look at toji’s, and you’re not sure if you want to cry or beeline back to your place and forget this ever happened. or perhaps a secret third option where you give in to the desires you’ve had all along?

toji groans deeply as he shifts slightly in his seat, but before you’re able to look down and see the hardening tent in his pants, toji shoves his index and middle fingers into your mouth, taking you by surprise. you stifle out a moan before toji sticks them deeper down your throat.

he doesn’t even have to ask you to suck on them as you instinctively start to do so, making a show of gagging on them for toji’s pleasure. you feel warm as you hear toji let out a groan as he slips in a third finger, making you choke on them. your moans vibrate against his fingers and he hums in approval of how well you’re doing with no instruction from him.

“you’re doing so well, pumpkin,” toji hums, a string of saliva connecting his fingers to your mouth as he slowly takes his fingers out of your mouth.

alright, fuck it. this sends you over the edge. your lips crash into toji’s, teeth hitting each as you both get to know the shape of each others mouths. you bite his lip and that’s all it takes for toji to pull you onto his lap and deepen the kiss with his tongue, exploring every inch of your mouth. you feel the vibrations of his groans and your hips grind into his thigh as you put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you can to him. your legs wrap around his torso as his hands grab your ass harshly. you let out a yelp into his mouth, daring not to end the kiss.

“oh you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you, pumpkin?” toji breaths against your neck after breaking the kiss. he begins to kiss your neck and you moan his name embarrassingly load.

“tojiiii~” you whine, “i need you, please~” you try to move your hips against him to feel some friction in the place you need it the most.

“shhh, you’re gonna wake m’gumi up,” he slurs in a low voice, already drunk off of your warmth. "not so fast, pumpkin", he says as he stills your hips, "i call the shots here." he grins and before you even know it, your back hits the sofa and he pulls your legs up on his shoulders.

you feel exposed, as shoko's pleated skirt does a poor job of leaving anything to the imagination, and all of a sudden, you really wish you wore your trusted boy shorts instead of your black lace thong under it. as he starts to kiss your ankles while looking deeply into your eyes, you see nothing but primal lust on his face. he lightly bites your ankle, making you slightly yelp before covering your mouth, remembering megumi upstairs.

toji's eyes wander to your sweet spot, and it's taking everything in you not to thrust your soaking core into his hungry face. "oh, is that where you want me to touch you?" he teases, his hands running down softly from your ankles to your inner thigh. your hips wiggle side to side, hoping his fingers end up grazing your aching core, but toji holds you hips down roughly. he scoots back and peppers your leg with kisses, slowly inching up and up until he's mere inches away from your panties.

he plants a wet kiss on your clothed mound and you let out a pathetic mewl as toji shoots his head up and stops dead in his tracks. "make another noise, pumpkin, and we end this right now and you go home frustrated and upset." he warns. unfortunately, this turns you on even more and your hands are over your mouth immediately, eyes shut closed, praying toji pities you and gives you some release.

you feel toji take off your panties agonizingly slowly, and your breath hitches. "oh, your panties are fully ruined. better get rid of them." toji says as he tosses them somewhere across the room.

"it's your fault..." you say, you voice a low whisper through your hands.

toji starts back at your mound again and moans into the kiss in agreement. his fingers lightly touch your core, and you shiver in anticipation. "oh, this is where your sensitive, right?" toji teases, as his fingers finally start circling the part of your delicate bud you've been aching for toji to touch. you bite your hand to prevent yourself from moaning loudly, and take deep breaths so to not make any noise.

toji starts circling your sensitive bud with his fingers, moving with your hips as you get to a rhythm that has you on cloud nine. you feel the familiar build up beginning, when toji abruptly takes his fingers away, leaving you breathless and practically whining from his lack of touch. "ohhh, don't worry, pumpkin. i just wanna taste you," he coos, before diving mouth first into your sensitive bud once more, tasting every inch of your delicate core.

this time, you're unable to hold back and your deep breaths are practically moans. you're laughing, whining, crying...you're not actually sure. you're mind is clouded by the pleasure toji's tongue is sending through your body.

toji's fingers start teasing your entrance as your hips buckle and you start grinding on his face. you're making a mess on his sofa but you don't even care, and neither does toji. "oh, toji, fuck~ that feels...soo good...fuck~" you whine. you're practically begging for his fingers inside you, and toji finally complies and inserts his finger inside you.

"please toji~", you whisper, "i need more, please, please."

"wow, someone's a bit greedy. one finger just isn't enough for a slut like you, huh?" toji chides, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your body. he inserts two more fingers, and you feel a pang of pain, which makes you yelp.

"toji~ it's too much," you cry out, unable to handle three of his large fingers inside you at once.

"oh, now it's a problem? you can take it, pumpkin." toji encourages, moving his fingers at a moderate pace while his mouth is still playing with your delicate bud. the pain slowly turns into pleasure, and the pleasure slowly turns into an inevitable build up that's starting to cloud your vision.

"toji~" you whine. "i'm getting so close, please..." you trail off, trying your hardest to lower your moans.

"please what?" toji asks, knowing full well what you wanted, and that he was the only person able to give it you. toji's member was practically begging for escape against his dark pants, but he was far too drunk on your sweet nectar. he doesn't remember the last time he tasted someone as addicting as you.

"please, can i...c-can i...?" you don't get to finish your sentence before toji groans a "yes" into your core, and the dam that had been building finally burst as you release all over toji's face.

you pant heavily as you finish, hoping you weren't too loud. toji lifts his head from between your legs and immediately darts to your lips, kissing you deeply before you can say anything. you moan into the kiss, still feeling the effects of your orgasm rippling through your sensitive body. you taste yourself in toji's kiss and you never want it to end. a whine escapes your mouth when toji's lips finally disconnect from yours, an unashamed smile playing on toji's face. "did you like that, pumpkin?" he asks.

you're still catching your breath as you nod and smile, gazing at him softly. you can't help but want to return the favor for toji, as you slowly get up and scan toji up and down. god, he's so fucking fit.

you scoot closer to toji, maintaining eye contact, and placing your hands on his upper thigh. oh my god, his legs are just pure rock hard muscle. your hands shake slightly as they make their way on top of toji's hard straining member. toji chuckles as you grasp him over his dark pants, stopping you in your tracks by grabbing your wrist and moving it away from him.

"woah, hold on there y/n. it's 11pm. a bit too late to start something now, dontcha think?" he inquires, raising his eyebrows at you.

heat rises to your cheeks and you feel so embarrassed you could combust. oh my god, wait, does he not want you to return the favor? the insecurity showed up immediately on your face, with your lips frowning and eyebrows scrunching. toji cups the side of your face endearingly and his thumb grazes your lower lip before letting it sit there.

"hey, don't give me that look. i want this. i want you but...it's late. megumi has school tomorrow and it's parent teacher night. i know you have class, too," he explains.

you pout, but not before sucking toji's thumb that was grazing your lower lip and giving it a wet kiss. "that's not fair~ i really want to return the favor toji..." your voice trails, as you already know this conversation is over. you sigh as you turn away from him and reach for your notebook and laptop on the coffee table. you get up and bend down to grab your bag and start packing your belongings and fishing out your keys.

you hear toji hum and turn around to see the gears twisting in his dark eyes that are fixated on you. wait, hold on. he's not looking at you. he's looking at your ass. and he's being so obvious and unashamed about it, too!

you blush and roll your eyes as you chide toji. "wow, so you don't want me to suck your dick but you're gonna look at my ass as i leave?"

toji laughs earnestly and the sound of his laughter makes you feel warm and relaxed inside. you could probably live the rest of your life hearing that laugh. wait, what? rest of your life?

"first off, i do want you to suck me off, pumpkin. second, am i not allowed to respectfully admire? anyway, i was thinking. maybe you come with us to the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow? you practically help the kid with his homework every other night, and i think he really sees you as someone he can trust." toji says, bringing you out of your thoughts. you notice the hidden solitude behind his eyes, and feel a pang of melancholy in your heart. you don't know much about toji and megumi's mom, and you never thought it appropriate to discuss with either one of them, so you always let it be. a part of you is curious and another part is afraid to touch such a vulnerable side to toji, fearing it may alter your relationship with him permanently.

"we can grab dinner before, too. my treat." toji winks, and you scoff. he never even makes sure there's food for you at home before he leaves, always leaving you to pay for your own dinner every night you babysit, let alone pay a meal for you.

you roll your eyes, trying to act upset, but a giggle breaks out anyway. "yeah, i'd love to." you respond genuinely.

you finish packing up your things before searching for your discarded panties in toji's living room. "looking for these?" toji teases, holding up your lacy black thong, still ruined with the mess you made earlier today.

"give 'em back, toji~" you say, trying to reach for the panties from toji, before he stuffs them in his pocket.

"i think i'll keep these actually. they need to go in the laundry anyway, might as well be here." he teases, as you pout. toji cracks an evil grin, knowing deep down you must love having to go back home without any panties in your short skirt.

and he was right, you kinda did love it. a blush creeps up to your cheeks as you shake your head in dismay. "you're so fuckin' annoying, y'know?" you say as toji interlaces his fingers with yours as he walks to you to the door.

"yeah, i know. let's see if you're still that mouthy after you choke on me tomorrow," toji says, giving you a playfully menacing look.

the cool air of the late night nips at your skin, making you shiver, but you know deep down that has more to do with thinking about all the things toji will do to your poor throat tomorrow evening. "hm, we'll see...," you say, as your breath hitches slightly. you stand up on your tippy toes to give a quick peck goodnight to toji.

you honestly should've known better because toji immediately leans forward and turns the quick kiss into a deep make out session in the chill yet humid night air. he's quick to grab your ass, and you're quick to regain your senses and break off the kiss. oh my god, what if someone saw us, you think, recalling all the girls in the neighborhood that fawn over toji and the fact that you weren't wearing panties thanks to toji.

"stop toji~ it's late like you said," you whine, wriggling out of his strong grasp. you turns you around, you back flush against him and he laughs into your neck, arms wrapping your hips tightly from behind.

he releases you but not before giving you one last squeeze. "goodnight, pumpkin."

"night, toji," you say softly as you turn around and head to your car in the driveway. you do a poor job of pulling your skirt down as low as it can possibly get without you looking incredibly stupid, and cross your arms in the cold breeze.

you hear the door close, and start up the car engine and back out, relying only on muscle memory to get you home, as you spend the entire five minute car ride thinking solely about everything that happened today. how were you ready for another release already? you make a mental note to charge your vibrator when you get back to your apartment.

just as you pulled into the drive way, you jaw fell and you remembered. oh shit wait, he still hasn't paid me.

[internetprincess420]

atsushi murasakibara hcs

haiiii:3 can’t sleep lately so here are some more knb hcs! hope u love it. much love🌟

cw: fem!reader, nsfw (marked when it starts and ends), atsushi is a munch

- kind of despises his height in the sense that his body always hurts and people always comment about it

- “how’s the weather up there?” 🙄

- you call him sushi

- his favorite names for you are angel, shortcake, and baby doll

- i think that because of his constant body pain he asks you to rub his back or massage his shoulders ALL THE TIME

- like you can always count on him asking

- and ofc you deliver

- he’s the type to turn on a movie, sit between your legs, and fall asleep to you massaging him and playing with his long hair

- heavy groans and sighs >

- moans when you massage him in the right place

- contrary to other hcs, i think he has no problem sharing his food with you

- he loves you and wants to share his stuff with you

- will actually encourage you to eat some of his snacks

- “y/n-chin, i haven’t seen you eat anything yet. have some of my candy.”

- he loves to bake and his favorite activity to do with you is to bake new things that you guys find on tiktok

- he also loves to go on trips just to see what different candy stores are around

- he loves to sleep in your bed more than his own

- loves to hold you but also likes to be held

- his favorite kisses are sleepy kisses on top of your head

- will wake you up to ask you to get food (same)

- you guys sit in a mcdonald’s at 2 am gossiping about everything and everybody

- really likes when you wear his clothes

(nsfw !)

- most definitely a thigh guy

- he likes to kiss you but he lovessss to bite you

- leaves hickies like a mf

- he loves to mark the inside of your thighs

- oral fixation

- he loves to suck on tiddies

- MUNCHHHHH

- you are the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and he will eat you out until you’re crying because you just taste so good

- loves getting head

- will use his own hairtie to put your hair up for you

- i 100% believe he is extremely sensitive and whimpers when you have his dick at the back of your throat

- doesn’t care if you spit or swallow

- but he swallows. this is fact.

- there’s like a 20 minute grace period where he just cuddles you and says how much he loves you and how tired he is and how much he wants to go to sleep

- will take you to the bathroom to clean up as quickly as possible so he can hurry and go back to bed

(nsfw over)

- he is really indifferent about kids early on, but if he had to make a decision then he’d want a large family

- he doesn’t mind if you don’t want to come to his basketball games but he loves it and melts when you do

- his teammates tease him about you showing up

- “y/n is here murasakibara is gonna have to actually try now😭😭🙏”

- no large team celebrations when they win, he just wants to collapse into your arms and have his back rubbed

- he’s the type to get married to you and never tell anyone until randomly like 5 years later

[nat-20s]

a fic featuring Fourteen and Donna being so so eepy (also on a03)

During one of The Doctor’s usual puttering about at 3 am in the Tardis, they immediately notice two things about a certain door. The first is that in the latest rearrangement of the floor plan, this door has gone from the hidden depths of what we’ll call it “the basement”, to a fairly central area of the top level. Second, and perhaps more alarmingly, this door that has been locked for millennia is now cracked ajar.

He doesn’t, however, feel any immediate panic. Instead, a little smile he can’t quite hold back appears on his face. Soft in their old age, really. Should at the very least check that what he thinks is behind the door is there, and not some sort of intruder. Technically, while the bio-metric locks that had been put in place were some of the finest in the universe, he had enough experience to know that no locks were truly unpickable.

As gingerly as possible, The Doctor opens the door enough to peek their head inside; it’s immediately revealed that he truly needn’t have worried about a break in. Donna Noble, currently prone on the bed, had been the one to open her room, just as he had guessed.

He should have worried about how now, apparently, Donna was an extremely light sleeper. He had been almost certain that he hadn’t made a noise, but not even a full second later, she rolls over to face the door and stirs awake. Blinking away some of the sleep, she sees him and gives him a half-sheepish, half-tired smile. Before he can say something along the lines of “don’t mind me, get some rest”, she pats the space next to her and gives him a “c’mere” nod of the head.

The Doctor goes willingly, and even manages to not hold their breath stepping through the former mausoleum of their best friend’s memory. He settles next to her, face to face in a classic “talking too late at night during a sleepover” pose. Because of who they are, he can’t help but let the first thing he says be, “I seem to remember someone lecturing me about sleeping in the Tardis when there’s a perfectly good bed in a perfectly good house, spaceman.”

Donna must be half-awake, because instead of arguing, she gives a one shoulder shrug and scrunches up her nose in amusement. “You caught me.”

“I thought everyone but Granddad was at the London house tonight?”

“Oh, they are. Work ran late and here was closer, so I sent off a text letting them know I was crashing here instead.”

“In the Tardis?”

“Well. No. That’s my little secret. Or, I suppose, our little secret now.”

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at her, asking for more info, to which she replies with a sigh. “You know, I wasn’t a super fussy baby-”

“-a bit shocking to hear, considering-”

“Oi! As I was saying, I wasn’t colicky or anything like that, but if Mum just could not get me to settle down, she would pop me in a car seat and drive around the neighborhood. Said I was out like a light within minutes.”

He has no idea where this story is going. He finds he doesn’t mind. It’s silly and sappy of him (what isn’t, these days?), but he finds it deeply charming when Donna goes on a little ramble. Especially when sleepiness is slowing her words and she keeps blinking for more and more seconds. They think they’ll get maybe 5 more minutes to chat before she’s fully gone again, and they’re going to savor it. She continues, “She stopped doing that when I old enough to toddle into their room and fall asleep between them. God, one morning they had gotten up early and I apparently screamed my little head off thinking they had left me forever.”

She says that last statement with a roll of her eyes, passing it off as one of those things kids do, but The Doctor’s heart lets out a pang. He wishes he could’ve told little Donna that it was okay, that her parents are there and they love her so so much. He wishes he could tell all Donnas that she won’t be left behind, not in the end. (They also wish they could tell themselves that they don’t get left behind, eventually.)

Personal timelines, however, are messy, and best left alone. Instead, he stays now, and he listens, and he takes Donna’s hand in his own. “Honestly, I don’t think my sleeping habits have changed that much. I still hate sleeping alone. I still hate sleeping motionless. Stick me on a boat with someone to cuddle up to and I’ll have the best rest of my life.”

She looks around the room briefly, then presses her forehead to the Doctor’s and continues, “You know, kind of like the nights I spent here. The Tardis, this room...it was only my home for a year. But it was also the most home I had been for a long, long time. And the house is lovely, so lovely, still can’t believe you bought us a house, but right now it’s too quiet and I missed it here. The various whirs and clicks and hums the Tardis makes? Better than any white noise machine on the market.”

The Doctor grins at her, feeling a bit smug and a lot soppy. “Now you know how I feel.”

She gives a half hearted poke at his chest, which is rather undercut by the yawn she lets out. “Still, ‘spect you to stay with us the majority of the nights.”

“Hey, I’m with you right now, aren’t I?”

She closes her eyes, giving a grin and a hushed, “Yeah, you are,” before slipping straight back to dream land. He technically could slip away now, but he’s already under the covers, are the steady breathing of his best friend is having a rather lulling effect. Remembering that he’s now allowed to rest, whenever he wants, he snuggles in closer, pulls the blankets tighter around them, and does just that.

[space-station-nursery]

🛰️⸝⸝Welcome to the Space Station Nursery 🪐

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🦊Little Dipper︰Hi! im Finn, also Finnegan, finny fox, fishy finn, and more to my closest friends and moots! Im 21 and my pronouns are They/Them! My timezone is CST. I like Bubby, jay, baking and cooking, playing games, reading (by myself and with bubby) making decor stuff and making custom things! Blues clues !!! if you see a blues clues ask from an anon, its probably me.

Dislikes︰I HATE Bugs, bugsbugsbugs. Being confronted(confrontation), purposely being misgendered, having my boundaries disrespected, bubby or jay being purposely misgendered, bugs and uh-…. i think thats it lol

🦌 Big Dipper︰Hi im FD, im 21 (22 in august) and my pronouns are He/Him. My timezone is MST. I LOVE BABI BEAR, our friends, gaming, cars, anything that has moving parts, reading and watching crime stuff, watching movies and playing games with babi and our friends, and really love the flash as well!

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[that-one-creepy-hoe]

Could we maybe get some headcanons on what a night with Tim/Masky, Brian/hoodie, or Eyeless Jack would look like? What they’re like before heading off to sleep, what they do as part of their routines, how they get comfortable, etc? 🫶

I love this ask because it lets me be delulu in my love for my three favorite men <3

Warnings: Mostly just fluff/ Mentions of sex in hoodie and EJ's part but no actual sex occurs

Brian/ Hoodie

I think that Brian/ Hoodie gets the most sleep out of these three men. While he does have nightmares about his past that plague him during his sleep he has no trouble falling right back into sleep

I also headcanon this man as an extremely heavy sleeper, like the kind where he Has to sleep with his phone right next to his head so that way he can actually hear when he’s being summoned. 

Probably gets about 7-8 hours of sleep on a GREAT day and about 5 to 6 on average. He is also a morning person but isn’t happy about it.

Like he has no issue being awake early for work, but makes it everyone’s problem that he’s awake until he gets truly awake (which doesn’t happen til 9 am)

I also feel like he cannot stay awake at night for the life of him. Like the only way you could get this man to stay up late for anything is sex tbh

I also feel like Hoodie cannot sleep in for the life of him while Brian will have zero issues sleeping in til 9 or 10 am

This man does not know what a morning shower is. What do you mean ‘Just go to sleep after I get home?’ That’s disgusting! He HAS to shower before he sleeps or he feels dirty. While he wouldn’t judge you for it most times he definitely will (not so subtly) subtly ask if you wanna shower with him. He also probably has a mini skincare routine to wash his face bc it makes him feel Bonita 

I also headcanon that he has a little autism in him (same) and HAS to do these things before he feels comfy enough to sleep. If he doesn’t then he gets a shit amount of sleep and feels like shit the next day.

This man can only sleep if he’s facing you, especially if he is cuddled up next to you. He feels restless if he doesn’t have you or something to curl up into. Probably sleepily mumbles to you about random things before he passes out mid-sentence.  

Has one of those deep-in-his-chest snores that you can only hear against his chest 

Tim/ Masky

Tim definitely gets shit for brain sleep. Like he has to take some STRONG-ass sleeping pills to keep himself asleep for more than 3 hours. Speaking of which, he probably doesn't get more than 5 hours of sleep on a good day because of this. His nightmares accompanied by the looming thoughts of work make it hard for him to truly relax.

He’s NOT a morning person and is a night owl by nature. Mostly because of all of the paperwork that he has to do before his day is truly over. 

This man probably takes naps right after work before he starts all his paperwork so he can get all of his things done. Speaking of this, don’t ever interrupt his nap. He uses this time to decompress from the stress of being Slender’s bitch. Like even Tim is a pissy fuck when he cannot sleep after work.

The most you can get him to do right before bed is to shower if he is particularly gross but most times he just takes all of his dirty clothes off of him and leaves his boxers on and that’s it. 

He is basically the opposite of Brian/ Hoodie when he is about to fall asleep. He cannot sleep facing people, it makes him feel too vulnerable but typically ends up waking up with you cuddled up to him. The closest you could get to him facing you is if he falls asleep on the couch next to you. In which case he just leans on you or lays his head in your lap. 

Once he starts to get sleepy he just straight up stops talking. Like he only answers in grunts and he refuses to speak actual sentences. 

Jack

I am in love with him and we’re married so I have a LOT to say abt this fine man

ANYWAYS

He also has a routine but he is less skincare and more like, I HAVE to check every door three times, take a shower, make sure every pillow is in order TWICE, and brush my teeth. Like he HAS to make sure everything is checked upon before he sleeps or else he either A) feels like he’s not safe or B) is too irritated to fall asleep

I feel like he will refuse to sleep unless your sleep with him. He will just straight up go days without sleeping until his body forces him to.

Like I feel like in general he doesn’t need much sleep at night to function at 100% he really only needs about 4-5 hours AT MOST before he’s ready for the day

Makes sure you are as comfortable as him before he sleeps

He’ll ask you what you need to do before you sleep and will either do it with you or do it himself so that he can spend as much time with you in bed

He probably just spends 5 hours a night sleeping and the rest of the night curiously watching you sleep just because it brings him comfort (And horny sometimes). Watching you be so vulnerable with him that you’d fall asleep by his side brings him comfort (and sometimes a hard-on) 

He sleeps pretty easily and doesn’t really have dreams but when he does they’re nightmares from his past that keep him awake for the rest of the night

Sometimes if they’re really bad he’ll cry in his sleep and kick like he’s running in his dream. This will probably have you awake before he jumps awake from his dream in a cold sweat.

All it takes is to cuddle up by his side and comfort him as you lazily rub his chest before he can be soothingly be coaxed back into sleep

He is like a puppy where he makes grunts or growls and moves a lot from his dreams

Don’t mention it or he will be too embarrassed to sleep in the same bed as you again

I feel like he would have an old dog snore if he’s really exhausted or like a throaty snore regularly 

[akinoor-studiesmed]

27/10/24

Sunday.

11:40 PM.

Hey everyone.

It's been a while since I wrote here especially since my exams were done and over with.

I think I was in the recovery phase in a way. The experience was not just stressful but also extremely traumatic and for a long long time I couldn't figure out what to do about any of it. I suppose I was waiting for it to start feeling right once again and that I didn’t want it to feel overwhelming once Again.

On the better part— I am starting to feel a bit more normal than say a month ago. I haven’t been studying a lot but I have started studying a a bit more or at least the way i used to.

The biggest change that came in my life was not coming to the second year but rather that— i went through a breakup. That’s not something that a a study blog talks about. Right? Well, this is a life blog and broken relationships are still very much a part of life.

Why am I taking about this? Why am I making a a big deal out of this? Why am I being dramatic about it? It’s not a big deal. It would have happened eventually. What difference does it make that it happened a bit earlier than you had expected? And why even feel like it came out of nowhere? You had been anticipating it. You could almost see it happening in your head— are some of the things my brain has beentelling me.

I am a sleepy right now as I write this but i have been choking on my own words and i promised myself that I would write today and get it out. No matter how hard it was.

The thing about med school no one talks about is— the impact it has on close relationships. It could be platonic ones or it could be romantic ones and they are never the same once you get in med school. The people who scoffed and ridiculed you suddenly become nicer and the people who meant the world to you become distant and eventually you end up losing them.

In my head relationships have always been a game of probability and the steps you take to push the probability in your favour.

The person I love— he is the reason I got in med school. I was never the one with grit. I talked big about dreams but they were mere words and words mean nothing if they are not backed with actions. Words are air and they vanish just as quick as they come but actions anchor them. When we had first met— I was just that all talk and no action and I would blame everything else instead of being accountable and that made him angry. I was scared of losing him to this reason— so I stared working hard even though it felt like my mind was not my own and that I was clutching at empty air. I wanted him to know that I was putting in efforts.

That’s how it started and then by some miracle I got in med school and he became secondary.

I didn’t get a choice and we slowly grew apart. He got angrier and I got busy. He got colder and I couldn’t do anything about it. He lost his warmth and I became the villain.

That’s how it happened— the breakup.

How am I dealing with it all?

I have been binge eating— i have gained weight because of that because somehow food brings comfort. A full stomach keeps the mind full and there is no thinking one has to do. I spend time doing everything that can be categorised as wasting time.

It happened three days before I was to start in the new year.

Med school doesn’t allow you to grieve. So i cry now and then— when I can register what has actually happened.

The thing really is— i knew months ago that this would happen but I mourn the loss of what was. The comfort and care. The openness and sincerity and it eventually vanishing away.

I don’t know what else to write really. I have been feeling disengaged from even expressing. Words do form but they bring me not relief. I keep feeling empty.

So i will write from now on. Broken and imperfect. Unsatisfactory and incomplete but I will write because I cant let myself go. I have worked too hard to get where I am right now and if I let that go— there is not much left to me.

So i will start small and fall a lot but I will try to save myself and not let go of myself.

[cutieghost-artsie]

Sleepy rambling or vent idk ( I woke up at like 3 something in the morning and I’ve been up since then so I apologize if my words are wrong)

I think I relate to Gabriel from ultrakill in a way

We both used to believe in the godly faith and we both got issues with it

I may not have murdered anyone but in both of our time as being in the godly faith, we both did not do good things

I said things back then that weren’t nice (not extreme things cuz god deep inside me I could never say anything crazy like those words that u would hear from other people u hear on the news and stuff ) because of the teachings from the pastor because they told me that god would want that and I believed that growing up

We both did what the council and/or what the pastor wanted us to do because we believed it and we thought it was the right thing to do

We believed we were right but we weren’t

I think Gabriel might believe that he might’ve gotten screwed over by them and I know I have

Gabriel got his justice and I haven’t been associated with the church and the godly faith in a very long time so I guess I got my peace or maybe also my justice I guess because I’m finally at peace and I haven’t believed in any of that for a long time

I don’t know if Gabriel feels guilty for doing all of those things but I know I do for saying stuff

We both went through or I went through a gay awakening (this man definitely going through it lol)

I’ve changed a lot on who I was back then when I was younger, character development or growth ig lol

Gabriel isn’t a perfect person and has his own flaws and that’s a thing I like about him.

He reminds me of a human in a way

I wonder how Gabriel would act in act 3 when or if we meet him again

The more you dive into Gabriel’s character the more u realize how deep his character goes

I’m probably self projecting onto him idk (I apologize if I am)

Im sleepy 🥱

Edit: any ex followers of faith and fan of Gabriel seeing this

I see yall

Do y’all relate too?

[woman-of-balnain]

Undone in Sorrow Part 4/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: While unconscious, things continue to move around you. Maggie and Carson discuss what is wrong with you, while Negan continues to assert his authority over Rick in Alexandria.

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say other than I hate myself for ever deciding to write this story cos I am really struggling with writing it 😭 Hopefully with this chapter out of the way, it'll get easier 😅

Also, in order to not just throw this story out the window, I’m pretty much just giving myself full creative license because every time I try to follow the show it just gets in the way. So you’ll have to suspend your disbelief a little, sorry! It’s meant to be a bit ambiguous, regarding when the present scenes of this chapter take place.

I’m not a doctor, so if there’s any way to improve that particular section of this chapter just let me know.

Warnings: Sick and unconscious reader, angst, pregnancy, Negan has some pretty crude dialogue, you and Rick are true mates but that is extremely rare and considered a myth, there are consequences to Rick’s behavior that are linked to the true mate bond.

Word Count: 3496

Dividers by: @cafekitsune + @newlips

And am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown?

Now

Maggie’s panic and distress over your unconscious form alerted some of the other Hilltop residents and eventually Jesus was there, helping to carry you over to Carson’s trailer.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked Maggie as he shifted your weight in his arms to knock on the trailer door. “She’s freezing, what happened?”

“I don’t know,” Maggie replied worriedly.

Before Jesus could say anything else, the door opened, and a sleepy looking Carson appeared.

“Come in,” was all he said, stepping aside after taking in the sight of you.

Jesus set you down on the medical bed before giving Maggie’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze and heading back outside, giving her and Carson some privacy. The doctor was quick to get to work, despite how tired he looked. Maggie couldn’t do anything but watch as Carson pulled your eyelids up and shone a light into your eyes.

“Is she okay?” Your sister couldn’t help but ask.

“When did she start feeling cold?” He asked, ignoring her question for now.

“I don’t know, but I think it might’ve been a while.”

“She’s too cold,” Carson replied, moving to get some other equipment. “I need to check her vitals.”

His words did nothing to ease Maggie’s troubled mind, but she gave the doctor the space he needed to check you over. She watched silently until he was done and when Carson looked at her again, Maggie’s stomach filled with dread.

“What is it?” She asked with trepidation, seeing the grave look on his face.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, seeming frustrated by the fact.

“What? How do you not know?”

“Technically, she’s fine. The only thing out of the ordinary is that her heart rate is slightly low, but not enough for it to really be concerning.”

“So medically, there’s nothing wrong with her?” Maggie asked, confused.

“Aside from how cold she is, no, there isn’t.”

Maggie processed his words, wondering why your skin was so icy. Like touching a corpse, as though all the warmth and life had been sucked out of your body. You had clearly felt it as well, due to the way your teeth had been chattering and your arms had wrapped around yourself. Until she felt your skin touch her own, Maggie hadn’t paid it much mind.

Now, she felt guilty for not realizing sooner that there was something wrong with you. She’d had her own things to deal with of course, but she also knew that you had become more withdrawn due to Rick leaving the way he did.

Thinking of the alpha made Maggie angry. After everything that had happened, everything you’d all just endured and lost, how could he have just left you like that? She had lost her husband and now had to try and keep going with the knowledge that he was never coming back. But you were still here, and you were carrying his child. How could he go and take that for granted, leaving you behind?

He was supposed to be your true mate or whatever the hell the link was that you shared. If that bond was so special and difficult to ignore, then she just couldn’t stop wondering how. But the thought of your bond gave Maggie an idea and she got Carson’s attention.

“Could it be because of her mating bond with Rick?” Maggie asked the doctor. “Because he’s not here?”

“No,” Carson frowned. “Mating bonds aren’t strong enough to do something like this.”

“They aren’t just mates though,” Maggie explained. “They’re true mates, so if their bond is deeper than most, maybe that has something to do with it.”

“True mates?” Carson asked in disbelief. “That’s not possible… it’s just a myth.”

“It’s possible, trust me,” your sister argued. “It’s what they are and if you can’t find any medical reason, then I’m pretty sure it’s what’s caused this. He left her behind and she hasn’t been herself since. Wouldn’t that impact their bond?”

The doctor thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding his head.

“I’m not exactly an expert,” he huffed out a humorless laugh. “But it’s possible… I mean, just based on the stories about true mates, if she feels rejected by him in some way, then maybe her body is reacting to that.”

“So, what do we do then?”

“Without Rick here, it’s hard to say. But we should focus on warming her up somehow.”

Maggie nodded, feeling like it was as good a place as any to start. So, the two got to work, trying to find anything that might bring some life back to your cold and ashen skin.

Then

“Ow!”

You laughed softly as Rick’s leg pulled away from you beneath the covers of your shared bed.

“Damn it, baby, your feet are freezing,” he complained, though there was a teasing look in his eyes.

“Well, then let me warm up,” you retorted, seeking out the heat of his skin again.

Before you knew it, Rick had moved until he was covering your body with his own.

“You’re cold?” He asked, gazing down at you lovingly.

Your feet were usually colder than the rest of your body while in bed, but right then you were affected all over from the slight chill in the evening air.  

“Yeah,” you replied with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, and trying to pull him closer. “Come here.”

He obliged, letting you pull him down until his chest was pressed against yours and some of his curls hung down, tickling the skin of your forehead. Slowly, he dipped his head and met your lips with his own.

Your hold on him tightened, as his hands explored your body, heating it back up in the process. His fingers seemed to leave fire in their wake, stoking the embers of desire within you. The chill of the air that had previously caressed your skin was now replaced with his comforting and familiar warmth.   

The movements of Rick’s mouth were soft and passionate as he tantalized every sense in your body – just by touching your lips with his. It didn’t matter if he kissed you desperately, possessively, or in this slow and affectionate way. Every time his lips met yours, it sent your mind reeling with happiness and caused all thoughts and worries to leave your mind.

His tongue languidly moved against your own, deepening the kiss (and your desire too). Your legs spread automatically, and he settled down between them like he belonged there. Rick’s hands moved up your sides and then along your arms, bringing them down from around his neck so that he could entwine your fingers with his own.

His lips pressed a little harder against yours before he pulled back slightly to look down at you.

“Better?” He asked, causing you to frown in confusion.

“Hmm?”

“You’re not cold anymore?” He asked, unable to stop the smile that spread across his slightly red and swollen lips at how distracted you were by his kiss.

“Oh,” you let out a soft laugh. “No...”

His gaze softened from playful and amused to affectionate and smitten. He dipped his head to rub his cheek against yours, comforting you through the scent gland there and his thumbs soothingly rubbed against the back of your hands where he still held you.

“I love you,” he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss against your cheek.

You opened your mouth to reply, to tell him the same, but he captured your lips again with his own before you had the chance.

Now

Simon stood in Hilltop’s medical trailer, looking down at your still and lifeless body with a bemused smirk. He’d only stopped by to make sure Gregory would keep himself in line. He hadn’t expected the other man to tell him that you were there, taking up valuable space and resources. He also hadn’t expected that Gregory would ask him to take you, so that you would no longer be Hilltop’s problem.

He had very little interest in taking you anywhere, least of all back to Sanctuary. But the knowledge that you were at Hilltop, in a comatose state, while reeking of Negan’s scent… it was an interesting development, and he knew that the boss would want to know. If only just to also keep Rick right where he wanted.

He wondered if that would work, though. Since you were there, at Hilltop, sick and weak, with your alpha far away. Either way, Negan had some kind of interest in you. Enough to have scented you to the point where his smell dripped off your skin. Simon didn’t remember it being that strong when he held you at knifepoint, back when your friends were getting their skulls bashed in. But that didn’t matter. Negan would likely appreciate the knowledge of your whereabouts, even if Rick seemed to have abandoned you.

“Looks like the prick doesn’t want you anymore, omega,” Simon observed with a cocky grin.

His eyebrows shot up as your body gave the slightest reaction to his words. Your brow furrowed a little and your fingers twitched, but other than that, you remained motionless. Simon didn’t care, he only cared about giving Negan something good. So, he turned and walked back out of the trailer, leaving you there to remain in your dreamless sleep.

Then

The cell block was dark and almost completely silent as you stood with Judith in your arms, trying to settle her back to sleep. It had taken getting used to, but eventually you’d become accustomed to her cries and the need to get up during the night and take care of her.

She was a sweet little thing, and so very tiny. She fit so snugly in your arms, wrapped up in her blanket. Her eyes began to droop, signaling that she would be asleep again soon. You hummed some made up tune, while lightly bouncing and rocking her.

“You should’ve woken me up,” Rick spoke groggily, coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to disturb Judith as he did.

His voice was a little gruff and gravelly from sleep and your body responded instantly, suddenly hyper-aware of his presence. You loved when he sounded like that because it was usually only in your private moments.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “She’s almost back to sleep.”

Rick pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing soft patterns across your skin, through the material of your shirt.

“You’re good with her,” he observed.

“She makes it easy,” you smiled down at Judith. “I can’t resist that adorable little face.”

The little girl’s eyes had drifted shut when Rick embraced you from behind, and they’d stayed like that since. So, you carefully moved away from your alpha, putting her back down in her crib. When you turned back around to face Rick, he was right there, ready to pull you back into his arms.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, reaching up to stroke softly against your cheek.

“For what?”

“For when it’s our baby you’re holding.”

“Judith is ours,” you replied, because she was, even if you weren’t her biological parents.

“She is,” he agreed. “But you know what I mean.”

You looked away, biting your bottom lip and he was quick to gently take hold of your chin, bringing your gaze back to his.

“What is it?”

“I think…” you hesitated, but ultimately saw no reason not to tell him. “I think I might actually be pregnant…”

He just stared at you for a second, taking in what you’d just said, before his lips curled up into a wide grin. His eyes conveyed his shock, but also the overwhelming happiness he felt at the possibility.

“Really?” He breathed out, his hands automatically falling to your stomach.

“I’m not sure, but the signs are there,” you admitted. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“We’ll find out,” he promised. “Go on a run, find some tests… whatever we need.”

“So, you’re happy?” You found yourself asking.

It didn’t really need to be asked, his expression and his words had told you everything you needed to know. But you had been nervous to tell him, for whatever reason, and wanted some verbal confirmation of how he was feeling about the possibility.

“Sweetheart, of course I’m happy,” Rick assured you.

You smiled with relief, and he pulled you closer, letting his scent wrap around you and show just how excited and amazed he was by the idea. But from the way your scents mingled together, he could also tell that there was some trepidation within you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, brow furrowing in concern.

“Just… I know it’s probably nothing to worry about, but I keep thinking about what happened with Lori.”

“Hey,” Rick’s tone was gentle and comforting. “We have the infirmary set up now, and things are a lot more stable here. You’re going to be fine. I’m not going to let anything to happen to you. Ever.”

You just nodded, moving forward to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, holding you to him with one hand on your back and the other cradling your head. Rick pressed a kiss to the top of your head and felt the tension and worry leave you at his words and touch of reassurance.

Now

“You know, Simon paid your little omega a visit,” Negan told Rick with a cocky grin, getting right up in the other man’s face.

Rick had already been on edge, thanks to the other alpha’s abrupt visit to Alexandria, but now he felt his eyes narrow, and his chest tighten at the revelation. Negan knew where you were, and it just made Rick’s sense of helplessness grow worse.

The thought of any of the Saviors near you made his hackles raise, let alone that asshole.

“If he hurt her –” Rick growled out, his anger replacing his fear.

“Calm down,” Negan cut him off. “Simon’s not interested in your bitch. Besides, he said my scent was dripping off her, and I doubt that’d get his dick hard. But hey, I’m a pretty damn irresistible guy, so who knows?”

Now, Negan was laughing, and Rick clenched his fists as he tried to restrain his anger and stop himself from attacking the other alpha. He was forced to remember that Negan had scented you, but the fact that it still lingered caused a pit to form in the bottom of his stomach.

He left you at Hilltop in the hopes that you’d be safe and far away from what was happening in Alexandria with the Saviors. But it was also because he hadn’t been able to face you after everything that had occurred that first time you all met Negan, face-to-face.

And the way Negan’s scent had clung to you had just made all the memories and emotions that much more raw and prominent. Rick had just needed to get away, and once he did, it was easier to simply tell himself that you were safe and fine, that he didn’t need to be concerned about you, because he had other things to deal with.

But now, knowing that Negan knew exactly where to find you and that he had the perfect way to get to him… that made Rick’s blood boil and a fiery sense of protective fury swelled within him as he thought of the endless possibilities of what Negan could do to you if he pissed the other alpha off again.

“I know exactly where she is,” Negan reminded him, suddenly serious. “And she’s not going anywhere any time soon.”

The words pulled Rick out of his thoughts, and he realized that he was shaking again. It was involuntary and uncontrollable, just like it had been that night. His body became hot and sweat appeared on his skin as he considered the threat that was underlying in Negan’s tone.

“So, I wouldn’t go gettin’ ideas in your head,” the older alpha continued lowly. “Because if you do, I’ll take her, no questions asked. And maybe then it’ll be more than just my scent all over her.”

Rick’s nostrils flared and his upper lip twitched as he tried to restrain himself.

“We’ve got a lot of alphas and there’s a pretty big damn shortage of omegas nowadays,” Negan grinned sadistically. “I could make her one of my wives. Or I could just let her be passed around. Keep all the alphas at Sanctuary satisfied. What d’you think?”

Rick lunged for Negan, no longer caring about the repercussions as his inner alpha was pushed over the edge at the idea. He only got one solid punch in before he was pulled back by some Saviors and pushed down onto his knees.

Negan touched his bottom lip with his ungloved fingers, noting the blood there before he looked down at Rick with a disbelieving chuckle.

“Hell, I guess I did get a little too descriptive,” the older man admitted with a false sense of self-admonishment. “But don’t forget, Rick. Because that’s exactly what’ll happen if you decide to try and resist the order of things. I’ll let your little outburst go this time, because you’re useful, and I get it, she’s your omega. But you do that again? There’s gonna be big fucking consequences.”

Rick hated the power the other man held over him, and he loathed the fact that he couldn’t do anything but submit. But that didn’t stop him from nodding and showing his compliance, even with how much the action went against every fiber of his being.  

“Speak up!” Negan yelled, getting right up in Rick’s face as his frustration grew.

“I understand,” Rick replied, trying his best to hide the disdain he felt.

“That’s it?” The older alpha snapped. “You just had the hide to punch me in the god damned face and I’m being pretty fuckin’ charitable by not bashing your skull in. So, are you sure there’s nothing else you want to say to me?”

Rick’s nose twitched in annoyance, but his mind worked to constantly remind him that it wasn’t him who was at risk if he pissed Negan off. It was you, and Rick had always been able to do anything if it meant protecting you.

“Thank you,” Rick answered, hoping the disgust he felt wasn’t evident in his tone.

“Good,” Negan gave Rick’s cheek a light tap with his hand before moving away. “It’s not hard, Rick. You’ll get used to it. You will, because you don’t have a choice. Not anymore. Now, I want you to have some real god damned shit for us when we drop by again. No more excuses.”

Negan didn’t wait for an answer and Rick didn’t have one for him anyway. He didn’t move as the other man and the Saviors started to leave. He stayed there, on his knees, with his fists clenched as the shame and self-doubt wrapped around him.

“Rick.”

It was Aaron, bringing him out of his thoughts. He stood up, suddenly feeling determined as his mind focused on one thing – getting to Hilltop.

“Stay here and keep everyone safe,” he told the other man, already heading for one of the cars.

“Rick, where are you going?”

“To Hilltop. I need… he knows where Y/N is, I can’t leave her there.”

“I know that, but we need to get supplies first,” Aaron reasoned, halting him. “We don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Rick let out a deep, frustrated sigh, knowing that the other man was right but hating it all the same. He had tried to keep himself distracted, tried to just convince himself that you were okay so that he could focus on everyone and everything else that needed his attention.

But hearing Negan talk about you like that… he was on edge, the claiming bite on his neck itched and felt irritated, the blood in his veins seemed to turn cold, like his body was trying to tell him something.

He had felt off ever since leaving you at Hilltop, but now that you were in the forefront of his mind again, it was as though his body was screaming at him to go to you.

“She’s okay,” Aaron told him gently, trying to calm him down. “It’s just threats. As… as long as we do what he wants, he won’t hurt her. So, we need to do this first. I’m sorry, Rick, but we do.”  

Rick dipped his head, one of his hands moving tiredly over his furrowed brow and then up into his hair in frustration.

“Yeah,” he relented. “We should head out now.”

Aaron nodded, agreeing.

“But once it’s done, I’m going to Hilltop,” Rick continued. “Don’t try to stop me.”

 “I won’t,” Aaron assured him. “I understand.”

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Next Part

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[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 154 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: apple cutting + sitting thrilled on the couch.

Ah yes, I remember it so clearly when I heard that episode the first time. I was almost done cutting apples, but I didn't quite feel satisfied after MAG 152 and 153, those are statement that were a bit subtle for me. So I thought "Okay, I'll give one more episode a shot" (even though the episode title didn't sound particularly interest-piquing) and then it’s a Gertrude tape and I had some problems following a lot of Gertrude statements before, I don't know, her voice makes me sleepy xD And I was already prepared to drift away during this episode again and felt a bit demotivated. But I kept going. Well, best fucking decision ever. As soon as I realized she's reading from the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead I was like "Ohhhhh!"

JON: "And I started to pay attention to the ones I… wasn’t drawn to. The tapes I instinctively wanted to discard." That's very clever, go against what the Eye wants!

JON: "There was one, this one, that my hand… pulled back from. I dropped it, twice, when I went to pick it up." Lol, that actually sounds funny. Like "Whoops! I dropped it... Woaa, dropped it again, ahaha, clumsy me."

JON: "I am the avatar of awful knowledge and revealed secrets." Oh Jon, you theater kid!

GERTRUDE: "“When he opened his eyes, he of course saw nothing" Ok, she already read that part and still couldn't guess what was necessary to quit. Already talked about this in MAG 111 - because of this I think those memory-ghosts of the Catalogue work like the appearances of people plugged into the Matrix, a mental projection of their self. How they most liked seeing themselves. So when it comes to depicting Book!Eric, I think he'd still have intact eyes. Cause he says he "destroyed them completely", I can't imagine how one could not see that, if the appearance is the same as in the moment of death.

I love how similar Eric and Gerry sound, and I don't think it's because of the ghostly echo. After all, we do have a recording of Gerry without that effect. Very good VA choice!

ERIC: "I know that I’m not really Eric; I’m just a memory someone wrote down. It hurts, most of the time." Primarily it's probably meant to be an effect of the Catalogue's nature, of the Fears just doing their job. But I guess the knowledge of not actually being you also makes it weird and uncomfortable. Sometimes I think about that, like what are we anyway? Isn't the memory of oneself's entire life basically what makes one that particular person (+ hardwired personality probably)? Because it still matters on which hardware we run. Otherwise, how would we explain body dysphoria?

ERIC: "You too. (beat) You got old." GERTRUDE: "Better than being dead." ERIC: (short sigh of a laugh) "Fair enough. To be honest, I’m impressed, more than anything. Hard to get old in this business. You either die, or you, uh, stay young. (short, uncomfortable pause) …How did Mary look?" GERTRUDE: (same sort of short laugh) "She got old, too." Well, let's see, this is in 2008. My educated guess from MAG 35 was that Gerry was born sometime around 1983 or 1984. Perhaaaps 1985 when we'll go with the most extreme numbers from MAG 35. We don't know when exactly Mary killed Eric, Eric says he left the Archives months before she killed him. So, Eric died.. what? 1984 or 1985? So he hasn't seen Gertrude in over 20 years! He probably saw Mary a few times since she summoned him to bounce off ideas of him. But even if she kept doing that for a few years and then stopped, 15 years would still be a long time with visible changes^^

ERIC: "And Gerry? Have you seen my son?" Nawwww... He actually calls him Gerry, like he always wanted friends (and probably loved ones) to call him.

ERIC: "Yeah, it doesn’t feel great. But being dead, I s’pose you don’t feel things quite as strongly. Little bit – flat." Ha, flat like a piece of paper!

ERIC: "Elias? Elias Bouchard, seriously?!" GERTRUDE: "Hm, he’s changed a lot." <.<

GERTRUDE: "So. What did they not want me to know?" ERIC: "I quit." GERTRUDE: "You – Sorry, you quit?" ERIC: "Yeah. I figured out how." Well, on my first listen I was sitting at the edge of the sofa at that point, staring wide-eyed at the TMA logo in the YT video on screen.

ERIC: "You know, you were never actually all that nice to me when I worked for you, Gertrude. Not like Michael, or Emma." Hahahaha, very good, let her dangle a bit! I'd like to say I'd do the same but I know that in the end I never want to give people, one: what they did to me, and two: something they could hold against me in return.

Eric: "I don’t know what she saw in me, not really." Not-really counter of S4: 20!

ERIC: "You were almost there, you know, with your theory that James could watch us from any eye, even an illustration. What did you do? How did you sever that link?" GERTRUDE: "My God!" Yeah, at that point I said "Fuuuuck" out loud... My spouse was sitting on the couch next to me was like ?? and I just kept saying "Fuck" over and over again. First: Eyes are one of the body parts I find the most horrific... I can watch every body horror torture splatter movie without problems but when it's about eyes... Fuck off! If I'd be in that position I'd be like "Yeah, you know what, I actually like the Archives! Screw that, y'all go ahead and do what you must do, but keep me out of it." Second, I love moments like this in fiction! The last one like this I remember was when I read The Last Wish (The Witcher) by Sapkowski, specifically The Lesser Evil. When that innkeeper (or whatever that guy was) explained what happened in Tridam and it dawned on me what Renfri was about to do (just like it dawned on Geralt in that moment. I love having the same reaction like characters. When I can discover huge things alongside them).

[TAPE CLICKS ON.] [JON SIGHS HEAVILY.] JON: "Fuck." [TAPE CLICKS OFF.] Yah, same...

JON: "I know. I know what you said, but I just – (inhale) I think I’ve found a way for us to leave the Institute." [BRIEF PAUSE.] MARTIN: "O-kay…?" JON: "Yeah. But it’s – (heavy inhale) It’s pretty drastic." MARTIN: (hah) "What, you going to gouge your eyes out, or something?" [BEAT.] MARTIN: (gets it) "Fuck off!" Such an iconic piece of dialogue xD

MARTIN: "Erm… like, I mean… permanently? Or…" This has the same energy as answering "In general?" to the question of "Haven't seen a dog, have you?"... Those idiots^^

JON: "But we could leave here, you and me. Escape." Eeek <3

JON: (squawk) "Uh, I, I don’t know. I don’t – know. But… maybe it’s worth it? The risk – y-you and me, together, getting out of here –" [MARTIN SNIFFS.] JON: "– one way or another." MARTIN: "Jon." Double Eeeek <3

So what's going on here has a name, URST or UST. It stands for UnResolved Sexual Tension, although I don't like that term cause it's just as well used for unresolved romantic tension. Especially when we're talking about a couple with an ace character, or when it's used in a show for minors about minors (Miraculous is a textbook example). So basically it's a trope to keep suspense going on by having all kinds of obstacles to keep the love interests from actually getting together, usually also having them pine after each other over and over again + once in a while giving them a scene in which it looks like they finally get somewhere. Full disclosure: I'm a sucker for that trope. I loved that in Inu Yasha, I love this in Miraculous (although it's getting a bit destroyed by all the What-if-episodes with a subsequent time reset or memory wipe) and of course I love it in TMA.

JON: "I mean, whatever their plan is for me, I am damn sure that doing that isn’t it. I’d derail everything – we could derail everything, and then just – leave!" Time travel fix-it for TMA is extremely difficult because you basically have these powerful forces which had it all planned out. I think there are actually two points in TMA where it could really take a very different turn. One of them is here. If Jon blinds himself, he won't belong to the Eye anymore and can't complete the ritual. And given what Annabelle says in MAG 197 it sounds like Jon will even survive being cut off from the Eye. (There’s of course still the problem of just going ahead with a new Archivist, so it’s only a temporary resolve...)

MARTIN: "Nothing; It’s just – (one more laugh) It’s just ironic, that’s all." That's totally in the sense of "At any time before taking Peter's deal I would have run away with you in a heartbeat. But back then you never came to me and now when you do it's me who won't do it"-ironic, right?

@a-mag-a-day

[somepotatoes]

Its a LOT:

2. First time masturbating? 

3. First sex toy? 

6. First time having sex?

7. Biggest turn on?

8. Biggest turn off?

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?  

12. Ultimate fantasy? 

18. Rough or sensual sex?

28. Last place you had sex?

29. Where would you most like to have sex? 

32. What’s your biggest kink? 

36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm? 

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

44. What do you masturbate to?

45. How often do you masturbate? 

48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms?  

55. What’s your breast size?

56. How often do you go braless? 

65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm?

67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair?

68. How many orgasms can you have in a day?

70. What do you wear to bed?

71. Any funny sex stories?

74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen?

75. Do you often get horny in public?

76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?

77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on?

2. Pretty sure I was around 10, I was humping pillows

3. My first one was a little rose looking vibrator from Vush

6. I was about 21 or 22 and it was with my bf at the time, we were so nervous at first but I’m glad it was with him

7. Biggest turn on is a gentleman that can also take control, as well as nice arms and hands

8. Biggest turn off is someone who is unhygienic; unclipped fingernails, oily hair, clothes are untidy etc.

10. This is definitely a confession but a weird turn on for me is porn that have animatronics or monsters, or something fantasy like, just bc of the movements that they make (I like the rhythm)

12. My ultimate fantasy is definitely pretty basic but it’s either a little bit of cnc play or a MMF threesome

18. It honestly depends on the person for me, I’m pretty dynamic when it comes to sensual or rough but if I’m ovulating I’m most likely leaning towards rough

28. Last place I had sex was in the back of a car

29. Sex is overrated (obviously with the loml in our big bed and comfortably sized house with our pets and kids sleeping soundly)

32. Biggest kink is a man with nice strong arms and hardworking CLEAN hands

36. I have yet to explore such kinks like orgasm denial or forced orgasm, probably bc every time I fuck someone they just cum

41. I don’t think I have any strange or extreme kinks except for cnc

44. I masturbate to pov amateur videos bc I can’t fantasise about my crush

45. Sometimes every night, sometimes I can go a week or so, just depends on my mood

48. Alone, I can go rounds but with someone else they’re usually finished after the first (starting to realise I choose shitty sexual partners)

55. My breast size are DD

56. I don’t wear a bra anytime I’m home and sometimes occasionally when I go out but my top has got to be tight

65. If I’m super tired I will knockout straight after but sleep is so much better after a good flick of the bean

67. I honestly don’t mind hairs, as long as you keep yourself clean that’s all I care about

68. I could probably have a few if I didn’t have responsibilities for a day

70. I don’t wear anything to bed

71. I don’t think I have any fun sex stories, probably some embarrassing ones I’ve tried to forget but none that I can think of

74. Weirdest porn I’ve ever seen probably a snippet of a horse and a woman, I didn’t watch it but I couldn’t avoid the snippet either. It was definitely traumatising

75. In public I’m quite innocent just minding my own business but if I were to walk around with the loml I’d definitely fondle him here and there just bc he’s so hot and handsome to look at

76. I’ve used a hair brush and an electric toothbrush but gone are those days bc ya girl actually has sex toys

77. Luckily I have never walked in or been walked in on while doing anything sexual bc I am careful and too anxiety ridden to allow that to happen

[princessslut6969]

I'm not gonna invite ppl already on that post to come crucify me, & it's a quote already, so.

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[“A secret about lesbian sex that I don’t think I have ever seen written about before is that lesbians appreciate different things about the vulva and vagina than do straight men. If popular culture and the rise of vaginal tightening and rejuvenation procedures are any indication, straight men value a “tight” vagina. But this is incomprehensible to me as a dyke. If I only had a nickel for every time I have heard queer people brag about being size queens with capacious vaginas and/or anuses that welcome fists and giant dildos, I’d be a rich woman! In queer space, what makes an orifice “good” is not how it feels to the person going inside it (for whom it might make sense for the emphasis to be on tightness) but how the orifice feels about itself: what it wants, what it can do, what it can enjoy. For many humans, the capacity to take something very large into one’s body is extremely pleasurable, and this is much more difficult when one has been told that the goal is to keep all orifices small and tight. It is fine, of course, if size is not one’s thing, but the point here is that it makes queer people—like my comrades quoted above—quite sad that in straight culture, a vagina is evaluated according to its capacity to please men and not its capacity to experience pleasure.”]

-- Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality

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...That... is also incomprehensible to me? I guess, marry a man who's written by a woman?

& despite anything else I write or reblog, Hunny is straight, deadset against anything anal for him, & super masculine. Picture bodybuilder-dadbod, absolutely covered in hair.

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Just a few hours ago, we had basically non-penetrative sex. His idea, even. Both came sooo hard.

We finally had one of our only two nights a week together, so when I seemed restless...

"What's the matter?"

"I'm horny..."

I'm still on my period, so I still have my cup in. Well, he wasn't about to let that stop him. He wasn't even horny himself, yet, lol. He pulled me into spooning me & fingered me til I came. It didn't take much, but it also simply wasn't a wild one I had brewing. Ah, sated enough to sleep, & not enough energy to do anything else. Sleepy. 🥰

But he wasn't happy with how not-crazy my orgasm was. 😈 He had other suggestions.

"Nah... I am sleepy now... It's okay."

"Can I rub my dick on your clit?" 😈

😳 "YES."

He wasn't even hard yet so not like he was trying to deal with taking care of that. Just missed me. Just in missionary, just spit-wetted dick between labia, just the pressure between us. (And a couple of his other tricks. 😏) But, clinically, no ~vaginal penetration. I have no idea how many times I came even, since he just never stopped, til I literally had to push him away & ride out my own freak out, practically crying (good) & almost screaming (good). 🤤

I finished sucking him off - as he fingered me again. No mercy. 😫 Made me go so wild on him. Back thigh pulling, ball squeezing, back-of-throat, moaning -- He came sooo hard, & twice as long as usual.

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So, no, I don't know what it's like, to ever have a guy even come close to ignoring my pleasure.

True, I've only had full-on sex with 2 other guys besides Hunny. Both also straight to the best of my knowledge. But 1 had an oral fixation. The other 1 was only a few times, but also wonderful.

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Yeah, "tight" pressure feels good to them. That's not bad in & of itself? How the... That's like saying you shouldn't care about getting pressure on your clit. 🙄

There's still wetness to take into account even. And, speaking of "size queens" or whatever, anyone even- we like to feel filled! Girth is more important than length! We like the other side of that pressure, hello???

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She's just complaining about her partners ignoring what feels good to her. That may be a very widespread, mainstream, common problem, but that's not *because* the guy is straight. 🙄 What decent guy doesn't care about the girl feeling good? That's a requirement.

And, maybe she doesn't know this from never getting this far, but ever see a guy's reaction to your vagina climaxing and orgasming all around his dick? 🤨

[meltotheany]

hi friends! how are you doing? i hope well! april was a really good reading month for me in terms of quantity! but quality? oh friends, we were in the trenches a little bit at the start of the month, i wont lie lol! i gave my first one star rating in years (truly years) and i still can’t believe! but we also ended the month with one of the best books i’ve read in years, so maybe we did have some balance. or maybe the book gods felt bad for me, so they gave me a boon before may reading began! but okay, let’s get into the range of the ten books that i was able to read this month! ✨ ✨ Slaying the Vampire Conqueror by Carissa Broadbent ⭐⭐ 1.0) The Serpent and the Wings of Night ★★★★ 1.5) Six Scorched Roses ★★★★ 2) The Ashes & the Star-Cursed King ★★★★ i have been loving this series so very much, and after finishing the ashes & the star-cursed king i immediately wanted more, therefore i picked this up also assuming it would be a banger like the rest of this series. oh friends, i am experiencing heartbreak as i type this mini review. i believe that this in-between story, set in this world at a different time period, was to help us learn more about the goddesses, in particular nyaxia and (view spoiler) arachessen. yet, that’s all it really did for me because i just could not get into this story, these characters, their romance, their dynamics with other characters, or anything really. this was ultimately just such a let down for me, but i will still be picking up the songbird & the heart of stone come fall! content warnings mentioned in author’s note at beginning of this book: violence, war, drug addiction. violence against children, explicit sexual situations additional trigger + content warnings i wrote down while reading: loss of a loved one, loss of a friend, cult depiction, colonization, drowning, grief, murder, death, a lot of blood depictions, captivity, body control powers, drugging, talk of the subject of rape, power imbalance dynamics / child abuse, slavery mention, extreme drug withdrawal, talk of animal death, graphic detailed mentions of eating animals ✨ Funny Story by Emily Henry ⭐⭐⭐⭐ ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley “To me, libraries have always represented the best of humanity. The way we all share knowledge and space, and… and how we find ways to look after each other. It’s not a perfect system, but it’s powerful.” this book is, ironically enough, a story about one person trying to convince another person to build a home and life in a sleepy little michigan city. but let me not forget to type that these two people’s lives have crossed because both of their significant others have decided to leave them for each other! and our main character, after being dumped the morning after her fiance’s bachelor party, has nowhere to go because she picked up her life and moved it to where she thought she would finally set up roots. so she moves in with her ex’s new girlfriend’s ex (this feels so hard to type out lol), and each chapter starts with a countdown of how many days until a fundraiser at her work, at a local library, happens and then she will be able to leave. but maybe she can actually still set up those roots after the fundraiser, but in an even healthy and happier way (filled with some good healing along the way). ❤️ full breakdown review with tw/cws HERE ✨ Bloom by Delilah S. Dawson ⭐⭐ even though i did not love this, i think i have finally recognized that i’m just not this type of horror reader. i love anything speculative, anything paranormal, but actual murders/slasher-like stories? they just don’t work for me, they have never worked for me, and this one also did not work for me. and if a sapphic cottagecore one didn’t work for me, i fear just none ever will. so i really implore you to look at other reviews if this book sounds good to you – here are some of my faves: gabby, genesee, cassidy but yeah! sapphic, cottagecore, two girls meeting at a farmers market, but somethin...

[clunelover]

I am so so burned out and I’ve only spent probably an hour total actually being around MIL. We’ve mostly been passing each other. I have had one convo with her that was comfortable and not stilted (about tv - thank you, tv). Everything else has been some degree of weird. Like, she cleaned the heck out of my kitchen (awesome!!) and I thanked her profusely. She replies, in a sort of bemused and dismissive tone, “I always do that when I visit you guys.” It’s just exhausting - even a common social interaction for which there are societal default scripts (“thank you” “you’re welcome, happy to help”) is Off.

She has some chronic illnesses and trouble sleeping, so she is basically never not sleepy. Which, I understand and sympathize with (although I guess I’ll say I also know people with chronic illness who have accepted their baseline and aren’t constantly complaining? Like I have arthritis and my feet throb every day. If you ask me how I’m doing, I don’t say “well….my feet hurt [huge sigh]”). Today she is too tired to do anything or go anywhere (oh except she did suffer through the big farmers market with Jeremy. Too tired to do the things she told the kids she was going to, though.) But she also can’t nap, or go be alone and rest because then there’s a risk she might fall asleep, and a nap is not good for her. Which I also totally get!! But that means she’s just sitting in the living room, sort of staring off into space and occasionally complaining. I think this is the best option given her current limitations, and I actually don’t begrudge her for it! She should sit. She shouldn’t be banished to sit alone. But at the same time….it makes me extremely uncomfortable to have someone in orbit, near enough by that I feel I should talk to them, but instead I am just ignoring them. I feel on display, and like I am being rude. I just hate the whole thing and want it to be over.

[today…tomorrow…Monday, which I have now completely filled to just be gone the whole time. I can do this 😵‍💫]

[dr4kenlvr]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍 "𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍" 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈

draken x gn!reader - fluff (0.7k+)

request: hi nana, how are you doing today? i was going through draken x reader tag and saw your recent work and ofc i liked it. i just wanted to ask if you would like to share some of your headcanons for draken. i really miss him and i wanna talk about him.

nana's note: hi so i really said fuck it and wrote a whole draken as ur bf post because 1, i can't believe i haven't yet??? and 2, i too miss draken and want to talk about him 24/7 so i hope the long wait was worth it!!

every second i am alive i pray that i will find a man like draken because no one can tell me otherwise, that he would be the absolute perfect boyfriend of the whole tokyo rev. cast

no one can change my mind !!!!

draken puts his blood, sweat and tears into yours’ and his relationship—to make sure you’re as happy and content as you deserve

he wouldn’t dare to ever make you upset, and in the off chance you two have arguments (because healthy relationship include disagreements at times), draken is the world’s greatest listener and is so extremely empathetic for you

mornings with him start off amazing; he’s up and dressed, chuckling at your sleepy state as you groggily tell him “good mornin’” - he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, urging you to get out of bed and get ready for the day

he’s always making sure you are taking good care of yourself—that could be in the form of him making or buying you a breakfast, helping you study your notes, reminding you to take breaks, and ensuring you sleep full hours

nothing worse than seeing his baby tired—but he’ll let you nap in the break room at his shop if you’re feeling particularly exhausted that day (aka me everyday)

draken loves to indulge in your hobbies the way you show interest in his by being next to him in the shop all week

if you like to read, he’ll dedicate nights in bed to read with you or listen to you read as you lay atop of him - his chest heaves gently and he always catches himself falling asleep to the sound of your voice

maybe you like to draw? draken will help you find reference photos on pinterest and create folders dedicated to things he’d think you’d like

if you’re lucky he might even pose for you! but don’t tell him, he’ll get shy heheh (wait till he finds out about your candid drawings of him)

if you’re into fashion, draken will always try to fit some time into his schedule to take you out to the mall

sometimes his friends tag along and it’s just a big happy hang out <3!! gahhh it would be so lively

y'all going in and out of familiar and new stores until you have a huge smile on your face at the items he’s purchased for you

oh draken just loves to spoil u

but you love to spoil him just as much—taking care of him is probably your real favourite hobby (LMAO)

“kenny! come here, lemme brush your hair!” is what he hears every single time he comes out of the shower

“coming!” and he’s greeted with your excited face, a hairbrush in your hand and a blow dryer in the other - it makes ken so so loved to see you so happy over something this mundane

you two love to spend quality time together doing absolutely anything, because to draken, anything with you is so much better and worth it

he loves it when you braid his hair and always find himself unconsciously boasting about it to his friends - nothing extra (like ran), 

“y/n did my hair this morning you know.”

“yeah i know because that’s like the 40th fucking time you’ve mentioned it, man.” -baji, he is so done with draken and his cute significant other

MAKES HIS SKIN ITCH FR

“my braid is more intact today, do you think it’s ‘cause y/n did it?”

“??? i don’t know ???” - chifuyu, also is tired of draken and your’s cute relationship

ONCE TOLD DRAKEN THAT YOU TWO REMIND HIM OF A SHOUJO COUPLE IN A MANGA HE ONCE READ LMAOOOO

has a tendency to baby you every now and then, he think it stems from his relationship with mikey - he’s just so used to taking care of others, that being taken care of by you is a nice change

he’ll buy you any snacks that you’re craving for, it literally does not matter when or where you guys are

he somehow finds a way LMAO

has you saved as his lockscreen and his gallery has a folder full of photos of you

draken also dedicates a wall in his room just for you - photographs, gifts, trinkets, and a drawer underneath full of clothes that you can wear when you stay over <3

(holy fuck im gonna cry and shit myself i love him so much guys)

anyways; draken ∞/10 boyfriend i wholeheartedly recommend everyone fall in love with him and join the crew

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