#i should be good since my period was normal but idk

[actual-corpse]

Got a muh fucken TV mote on my phone.

[sinsistersin]

wow wait my periods has never been this fast after each other, will they actually turn normal and happen at a normal rate 👀👀👀

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Cramps

Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy. 

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate. 

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also  warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for. 

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period. 

 Your cycle had  been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag. 

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military. 

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it. 

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response. 

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood. 

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration. 

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.” 

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man. 

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work. 

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband. 

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending. 

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee 

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.  

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie. 

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!” 

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath. 

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-” 

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.” 

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door. 

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway. 

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it. 

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood. 

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear. 

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants. 

Your period had come.  

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie. 

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ” 

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply. 

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.” 

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first. 

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.” 

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘” 

“Oh shut up, meanie.” 

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍” 

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way. 

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch. 

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband. 

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?” 

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest. 

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace. 

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you. 

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-” 

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse. 

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem. 

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.” 

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.” 

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”   

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him. 

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you. 

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you. 

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza. 

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-” 

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?” 

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?” 

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.” 

“I think I can make that happen.” 

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest. 

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy. 

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth. 

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you. 

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core. 

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you. 

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices. 

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period. 

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man. 

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths. 

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.” 

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds. 

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt. 

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot. 

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over. 

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue. 

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name. 

“Frankie, holy fuck.” 

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could. 

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.” 

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt. 

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace. 

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over. 

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him. 

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity. 

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him. 

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate. 

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word. 

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.” 

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there. 

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did. 

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.” 

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in. 

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.” 

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high. 

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.  

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss. 

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss. 

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.” 

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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Idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are could you do one where dads friend Nat accidentally gets R pregnant?

(Un)pleasant surprise

Paring: Innocent!reader × dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT (minor), Angst, hurt comfort?, a bit of fluff at the end, open ending, age gap (legal), g!p Nat, unprotected sex, mean Nat,

Word count: 1.3k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist Part 2

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“Ngh~ Fuck~ Natty” you managed to moan out as Natashas hips kept slamming against your buttocks filling the room with the sound of your wet skin slapping against each other. I could make out some distinct groans from Natasha she was holding her release back as best as she could. “Fuck no matter how many times I fill your slutty hole up your still tight” she groaned I could only nod my head hidden away in the soft pillowcase in front of me. Her grip on my hips was hard I’m sure it left bruises one hand kept me in place as the other one sneaked around to my core finding my neglected clit without a problem. Her fingers rubbed tight circles on my slippery clit as she kept on pounding me from the back making me arch my back with a desperate cry.

“You’re such a slut letting me play with your stupid cunny” she groaned her past fastened as she hit that special spot inside of me no body else could reach. “Natty I’m gonna cum” you managed to whine out. “Fuck baby cum~ Ngh~ cum with me” She moaned out her thigh muscles tightening as she released with me. Hot cum shooting inside of my womb. Natasha was never a big fan of condoms she said it would destroy the feeling of my walls. At the beginning she still pulled out but it didn’t take a week her to get me on birth control. She had mentioned multiple times that having a child just isn’t in her live plans. Even though it hurt you greatly this was only a summer fling for the older woman. “You did so good my bunny” she whisper in my ear smoothing over the reddened skin of my buttocks.

~

It’s been 3 weeks since that night most of the following looked similar. Natasha sneaking into my room and fucking me into the mattress but somehow after the high was over it left me more empty then to begin with. Knowing that I wasn’t more than a fling to the redhead hurt more than it should’ve. After she finished inside of you and cleaned you up you wished she’d stay the whole night and not just a few moments. You woke up to empty bed the spot behind you were Natasha had laid last night was cold. Her body warmth long forgotten. You did your normal morning routine with a dad feeling in the deep pits of your stomach. Your period was now a week overdue nothing unusual you thought. It happened before countless times but back then you didn’t have someone breed you very night.

The way to the drugstore felt painfully long. You didn’t tell Natasha about your suspicion being too afraid of her reaction. To be honest you didn’t tell anyone how could you ever explain this mess of a situationship to a friend let alone your father? As you bought the pregnancy test the cashier gave you a look of pity at your young age. You felt extremely ashamed just by the thought having to tell your father that his friend, a trusted one, had had an affair with his dear innocent daughter. Let alone telling him that the both of you had been to careless to use proper protection.

Coming back to an empty home you waited patiently until the test was through. Your foot tipped impatiently on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor. Your back pressed against the wall while trying to distract yourself on your phone mindlessly scrolling through instagram. The timer went off after those painful minutes your hands shaking as you reached out for it. As you saw the results you weren’t sure if you should cry or laugh. You were in fact pregnant. You felt helpless, like a child, not knowing how to handle a situation like that.

~

“Wanna go cycling” Natasha offered walking into your bedroom just coming back from her jogging round. “Didn’t you just run 15 miles” Your ask closing my book and turning onto your back. You try to hide my fear. “Well… yes but that won’t stop me from spending time with my favorite girl“ she spoke falling onto the soft cushion of the bed right next to you. You only hummed looking in the opposite direction as You tried to not break out in tears. Telling her would destroy our fling. You knew that I couldn’t be the mother to her child even though you dearly wished you could. Her large hand grabbed yours. intertwining our fingers before kissing it lightly. Her kisses travelled up your exposed arm right up to your shoulder. “What’s going on in your pretty little head” she whispered in your ear making shivers run down your spine.

“Nothin’ I’m just thinking about how we only have a week left.” I know how she was looking at you but I didn’t meet her gaze. “I know and it hurts me just as much as it hurts you bunny” she sighed “however you will meet another woman, one your age, one who will all the things with you I’m too old for, one with whom you won’t get judged” Even though her words were true they hurt to hear. “I’ll go shower now” You nodded hearing how Natasha disappeared into the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes until you noticed that the pregnancy test was still on the bathroom counter however it was too late Natasha had found it first.

The bathroom door opened Natasha stepped into the room her jar clenched her gaze upset. “What’s the matter Natty” you asked in your sweetest voice “Don’t you dare Natty me right now! What the fuck is this” she held up the pregnancy test in her hands. I stayed silent biting even though a thousand words to explain it all flew through my head none seemed fitting. “Say something god damn it!”you had never seen the older woman so upset. “Natasha, I’m pregnant” your answer didn’t seem to smooth her anger “And when did you think it would’ve been a good time to tell me?!”

She paced around the room “I really wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how”you answered in a quiet voice “I can’t be a parent of this child” Natasha voice wasn’t warm and comforting as it was ten minutes ago; no it was cold and uncaring.

You’re eyes shot up to her utterly shocked by her words “W- What” “I can’t be a part of this childs life. I couldn’t look your father in the eyes ever again” she swallowed her trying to keep her cold facade up as she walked over to my door. “Natasha you are a damned coward. It’s just as much my child as it is yours! Can’t you see that?!” Your breath hitched “I thought you’d be a better woman. Just think about the child having to grow up with a single mother” Her jaw clenched as the grip on my doorknob tightened. “I won’t leave you. I can’t leave you” She turned back to you pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ll be there when you want to tell your father, when you go to the doctor for the first time, when you have terrible pregnancy cravings, when you give birth, when you don’t want to keep it I’ll be by your side, I would even run away with you without a doubt.” She whispered in your ear as you silently cried into her shoulder; hoping that this one time she’d keep her promise.

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[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request a fluffy comfort gif where y/n has period cramps and stays to work from home and is kind of in a bad mood so when Hyunjin comes home early from (idk doing Versace ambassador stuff lol) and he tells her he isn’t feeling well and he’s got a stomachache too, she gets annoyed and thinks he’s just teasing. But later on she realizes he’s actually sick and being serious and she feels bad and takes care of him 🎀🤭

under the weather

hyunjin x reader

gif imagine

genre: fluff, teeny tiny angst

content warnings: none

summary: you think hyunjin is teasing you as normal when you're on your period, but turns out he's not feeling too great himself.

My first gif imagine! Hope you enjoy!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

HYUNJIN'S MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

You were used to his teasing, even when you were in a bad mood like this. Cramps, a raging headache and not enough food to satiate your cravings. Of course he always made sure you were okay too, which was why you were surprised by his quiet mood, especially since he has just come back from his recent Versace trip. You had seen plenty of posts on social media and it made you miss him even more. Why wasn't he his normal excited self?

"Hi love, I missed you," you clung onto him as he entered your apartment, looking more tired than usual.

"Mmm, yeha, missed you too," Hyunjin sighed as he walked in, automatically collapsing on the sofa.

"Wow, what a great welcome back," you roll your eyes, unable to help your bad mood from returning as you sat next to him.

"Sorry, I did miss you, I saw your texts as well, I know you've not been feeling great," he sat up slowly, stroking your hair.

"Cramps have been extra bad," you groan, leaning into him.

"I know how you feel," he groaned, leaning against you, staring off at the wall after taking a glance at you.

"Don't tease this time, they've actually been so bad," you playfully whack his stomach, but he hunches over and groans.

"Stop messing around, Jinnie," you whine.

"I'm not, got such a bad stomachache, must have been bad plane food," he hunched over again.

That's when you realise he wasn't joking around this time, it should have been obvious from his mood, you thought.

"Oh, love, I'm sorry I thought you were messing," you sighed, sitting up and wrapping an arm around him and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"No, not this time darling," he groaned again.

"Let me get you what normally helps me," you pouted as you wiped away his small tears of pain.

You got up and grabbed two hot water bottles, slowly moving around and pouring boiling water into them, as well as two mugs of tea. First you brought over the bottles and gave him one, gently pressing it against his stomach. He immediately let out a sigh in response, seeming to relax a bit.

"Here, have some tea, take these too," you put down your mugs of tea on the table, just as you handed him some paracetamol.

"Thank you Y/Nnie, I know you're not feeling too good either," he took the tablets, curling up on the sofa.

"It's ok, you know what though, I think we'd both be comfier in bed right now, yeah?" you pushed back his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead.

He nodded and slowly sat up, carrying the mugs as you held the hot water bottles and rested your hand on his back.

"What are we gonna do, hey? We're both gonna be like potatoes laying around in bed," you lightly laughed, the roles now reversed as you carded your hand through his hair as he cuddled up to you, head rested on your chest.

"I'll just be a potato forever then if I get to lay here forever with you," he murmured lightly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles of your other hand.

"Do you always get sentimental when you're under the weather?" you teased him now, your cramps easing ever so slightly.

"Sshhh, you, I'm unwell, you need to take care of me," he looked up at you with pouty lips.

"I will, love don't you worry," you pecked him on the lips, smiles prominent on both of your faces as you relaxed in the comfort of each other.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay @sakufilms

[artists-who-rarely-draws]

Calling Gravity falls artists!

Firstly, I love you all your art is so scrumptious mwah mwah mwah mwah!!.

Okay now to the casting call?? Listing?? Idk the term BUT! I am in the process of scripting out and designing a 80s Stan pines Dating SIM bwah bwah!

I'm planning to do the sprite work as I'm pretty good at replicating the gravity falls style.

But! For CGS, the Game Cover(?) (and / or backgrounds, maybe still deciding), I'm hoping to find an art style with a bit more - Pizzaz!!!!

**I am more than willing to pay! Your art is beautiful, and you deserve to be compensated!!!!**

Now some details about what it would look like:

- I will come to you for a few different cgs for both a Ford and Stan route in a stretched out period of time (meaning not all of once, not only because I don't want to overwhelm, but so that I can fully decide on a scene make sure it's fully what I want before coming to you for the CG for it, I don't want to think I know what I want then fully change my mind and then ya know this CG your either working on or finished now doesn't apply)

-We can talk through DM's , email (Tho my email rarely gives me notifications, so if I respond late, I'm sorry), Discord. Wherever makes you the most comfortable, artwork probably should be shared through either Drive or Email, though since Dependant on Size, most sites will kind of crunch them.

-You will receive FULL credit!!! This one feels like a given, but the internet is wild, and I've seen this misconception happen. Just because I'm paying for your art doesn't mean you don't also get credit. Credit your commissioners' kids.

-You get to set the price on your own art! Far be it from me to tell *you* what your time and effort is worth.

-communication is very important, I do work full time, but if I'm free and you need to talk to me, I'm more than open! If I don't get back to you within a day or so, feel free to give me a friendly little reminder that the notification has been lost.

-I will provide reference sheets that don't follow the canon (like other outfits or hair styles or whatever)

- as part of talking out each piece, I'd like a quote on price and a rough?? Idea?? On when it may be completed (Note: that is not like a strict deadline or anything. I understand things happen! Like i said, just pop me a message saying it can't be finished by 'blank', maybe 'blank' or just that you don't know! I won't bite! I'm an artist! I get it!

And I think that's about all of Note at the moment? If you have any more questions feel free to ask them!

If you'd be willing to be my CG artist please send me a DM with some gravity falls art examples, your rough prices (which again I understand will change from piece to piece buy just like a idea of how your prices for scenes normally are) and your prefrence for how we would communicate about the game ^^.

Thank you very much for reading! And again I love your art so much! Mwah mwah!

(Note, game might get it's own blog once I fully decide on a title, right now im thinking 'The Diners Call' but idk for sure)

[ultralightpoe]

The Marriage - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: A concussion piled on top of a stomach flu on top of period pains and family drama and work drama. Wish me luck everyone. REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT THEY MAY TAKE ME A MINUTE, I AM SORRY 

Warnings: Idk, lemme know? 

Word Count: 3517

Description:  REQUEST 

The sunlight of the day begins to peak into the room as you lay on Aemonds bed, knowing you would have to get up soon. But how could you? His arm was locked tight around your waist and his hair strewn out across the pillow you both shared as he slept away. 

“Aemond…” You whispered, a dreadful feeling having to wake him up and go back to normal life as he did as well. 

You wanted to stay here forever, be his in whatever way he asked and sleep the days away, marry him and brush his hair every night. But that was a false dream, one that would never happen. 

You were a ladies maid for his sister, Helaena, and had helped her through all of her pregnancies while catching his eye. It wasn’t long before he was stealing kisses in alcoves and dragging you to his chambers as you giggled. 

But with every night of passion, with every night of whispering praises and moments of love, came the bland morning after where you would leave his chambers and go back to not existing to him in the public eye. 

“Aemond” You try again, bringing a finger up to rub his cheek, successfully pulling his from his slumber as he looks around confused. 

“Why have you woken me little healer?” He yawns, stretching his body slowly and groaning when you use this as a chance to escape his hold. “No no no. Get back here.”

He wraps his arm around you once more, pulling you into the sheets as you laugh, kissing up your chest slowly.

“Aemond, I have to see to your sister.” You remind him, heart beating through your chest as he looks at you, eye squinted. “It is my morning-”

“Fuck your shift.” He smiles, diving to tickle you. You allow him to do so for a moment before crawling free from his grasp, grabbing your dress from the floor. 

“I will see you tonight?” You remind him, leaning forward to kiss him softly. His hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in deeper, a small groan leaving his lips as he does so. 

When you finally pull back he smiles softly at you, allowing you to leave the room and sneak your way to his sisters chambers. 

“Good morning Princess Helaena.” You bow, giving her a soft smile as she does the same, taking a second to clean up after her eldest child before moving to check on her bump. 

You had been a healer of the tower, some even said magic, when you were sent to kings landing to learn under the maestor. It wasn’t long before the ladies soon began asking for you as their handmaidens and nurse during pregnancies and labor. But none have ever been as kind as Helaena.

“Have you eaten?” She asks, a small raise of her brow as you touch her stomach lightly. 

“It is I who should be asking you that question your highness.” You smile and she kisses your forehead swiftly. You learned quite quickly that Helaena had random bursts of physical affection here and there, something to show her love since her words sometimes were confusing. 

“I know how late my brother likes to keep yo-”

“Princess.” You whisper quickly, an embarrassed blush traveling your body as she giggles. “No one can know.”

“Oh my mistake, I spoke too loudly in a room with one other person who happens to be my toddler.” She teases and you smile back. “I shall call for some breakfast.”

You laugh, standing to your full height and helping her stand, keeping a hand on her back to help her to the door.

You spent the morning with Helaena, brewing her a tonic to keep her healthy and kissing her forehead before dismissing yourself and making your way down to the village just as you always did. 

It was a secret kept between you and Helaena, one that she thoroughly enjoyed. Every afternoon she would cover for you, feigning that she had sent you to town for something she needed while you were actually seeing people who needed a healer. 

The brothel was always your first stop, catching them before their busiest hours. Madame Lersel swings the door open to greet you, a cheerful smile on her face as you greet her. 

“Never thought I would be happy to see a healer in me life.” She teases, hands reaching up to fix your hair. “The red keep been treatin ya well lovey?”

“It’s been amazing to me.” You answer with a smile, blushing a bit when her fingers trace over one of the marks Aemond had left on your neck the other night. 

“Come in, come in.” She rushes, slamming the door behind you as she leads you up the stairs. “You hear anythin’ on goin back home yet?”

“Not quite.” A lie. The queen, Alicent, had actually allowed you the privilege of going back home whenever you decided the time was right. But Aemond had changed those plans, and you had been holding off to stay with him. 

“Well if ya do, just know the girls and I will be here to help ya.” She smiles, pulling you into the room with the youngest girl. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon healing the females of the brothel before moving on to stable workers and farmers, your nose was bleeding badly by the end of the night and the front of your gown had been stained but you still managed to pick up some of Helaenas favortie flowers and make your way back to the keep. 

You made your way tiredly to her rooms, rubbing the blood from your nose and the sleep from your eyes as you walked in, a small smile etched on your face. It falls when you see Aemond there with his hands crossed behind his back, glowering at his sister.

“Did you send her with any protection at all?” He snaps and Helaena rolls her eyes, fixing her dress.

“I just sent Y/n out for some essentials, she should be back anytime now brother.”

“If people find out she is a royal healer they could attempt to hurt her, how foolish you are dear sister-” He rants, turning sharply before seeing you. “What. Happened.”

It’s then that Helaena sees you as well, gasping softly as she sees the blood down the front of your dress. “Oh Y/n…”

Within moments both siblings are on you, Aemond rushing to sit you down and helaena gripping your hand as you begin to get embarrassed. “It’s fine, truly I am alright-”

“Who did this to you?” Aemond snaps, hand coming to rub your jaw. “Tell me and I will have their head-”

“I am fine.” You say a little louder, catching his hand. “You must not worry,”

“You over did it again, Y/n we have talked about this.” Helaena mumbles and her brother is looking at her in an instant. 

“Overdid what? What have you done?”

“I was just healing and got a little carried away,” You explain, smiling as he clutches your arms. “It is fine. I am in need of rest.”

Aemond nods, moving to help you stand before holding out a hand. He raises an eyebrow when you do not move to grab it. “Shall we?”

“Aemond-”

“It would be improper brother. People will see.” Helaena snaps. “You go ahead, I shall escort Y/n to your rooms.”

Aemond looks as if he is about to argue, jaw tensing as he nods his head and storms out of the room, hands clenched. You turn to Helaena with a questioning glace and she giggles. “He had an important meeting with our mother today, once he got out early he rushed to come see you.” 

You smile softly, grasping her elbow as she makes her way to Aemonds chambers where he is waiting at the door, an anxious look on his face. 

“You took your time sister.” He snaps, closing the door behind the two of you and rushing you closer to the fire to where a warm rag sits. 

“I shall excuse myself before my brother gets hit.” She yawns, making her way back out of the rooms while Aemond begins cleaning the blood marks off your face softly.

“I have never seen you bleed whilst healing…..do explain dear one.” He murmurs, a slight smirk laced onto his lips as he wipes down your neck. 

“I went into town.” You admit, watching him closely. Something about him seemed tense tonight and you couldn’t place it.

“What on earth were you healing in town that caused this much of a nosebleed?”

“What has gotten you so tense tonight?” You whisper, grabbing one of his hands into your own. 

“I came to find you and I was told you went to the-”

“You came early. I would have been back before you got there.”

“This is a normal thing then?” He questions, the raise in his brow telling you he was not happy. 

“Aemond. What is wrong?” You ask, leaning in. He breathes out when your noses touch and leans in to kiss you. 

“I am to be married.” It was like a bucket of freezing water was washed over you, launching back from the kiss and standing from the chair. “Y/n… please don’t-”

“To who?” You ask, breath leaving your lungs as your eyes well up.

“A Baratheon girl.”

“When?”

“I leave tomorrow to choose her.” He says plainly, figure tensing. “Don’t get angry.”

“I am not angry.”

“You knew this was to happen one day.” He snaps, turning away from you as you begin pacing. He’s right, you did. You had always known, so why did this hurt so bad?

“I am aware  Aemond,” You breathe out, eyes leaking as you try to catch your breath.

He can’t help but get defensive, a scowl crossing his features as he glares at you, a feeling of dread in his stomach. “If you wish to act like a child you can leave. I am in no mood tonight.”

Your head whips to look at him, a betrayed feeling filling you. “Am I not allowed a moment to think about this? I have given everything to you Aemond, I have given you my heart and my honor-”

“And what? Don’t tell me you expected to marry me….. You’re a lowborn Y/n.” He can’t stop the venom laced into his words, but he feels sick as he says them nonetheless. Watching you freeze in your tracks as he glares some more, still kneeling in the rug before the fire.

“So this is how it is to be? You use me then the second they throw a pretty little wife your way you are going to throw me out like a common whore?” 

“Don’t act like you are innocent in thi-”

“IM NOT!” You scream, before wiping at your face and nodding. “I will see myself out.”

He launches from the rug to stop you before you can go, murmuring your name softly as a feeling of panic claws up his throat while you shove him off. “Just wait, we can figure this out. You can be our healer and-”

“You want me to be your whore and take care of your wife?” You sneer, shoving him off and storming out. He hears the guards ask if you are alright, hands clenched in anger as you sniffle out your answer. 

He debates storming to find you all night, but he knows you need time, he would get this all fixed and you would come back to him. He just needed to give you time. 

So he paces his room until the sun comes up and then dresses in his traveling leathers, making his way to his sisters rooms to visit her before he leaves. He looks around for you as his pregnant sister gives him a kiss goodbye, giving him a knowing look. “She is not here.”

“Why is that? She is always here in the morn-”

“I gave her the day off.” She lies, looking to the floor just as she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth. “She will be back tomorrow.”

He nods, his mouth going dry as he moves to leave, checking the maestors office once before climbing on Vhagar and taking off. 

You had shown up to the brothel with no shoes, dried blood still on your dress and salty tears coating your cheeks as you pounded on the back door loudly. 

Madame Lersels youngest daughter answers, an excited look forming into one of shock as she sees you. “Lady Y/n-”

She is pulling you into the building then, launching to grab the blanket she had been curled up in before you got there. “Let me fetch mother.”

You see her disappear from sight before her mother is coming into view, kneeling before you. “Did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head, an embarrassed feeling crossing you. “No one hurt me. I must look like a fool to be showing up like-”

She stops you with a finger on your lips and a small hum. “Just because they didn’t hurt you physically doesn’t mean they didn’t hurt you.”

You nod slowly, letting her pull you into her embrace and lead you to one of the empty rooms. You tell her everything, a small smile on her face as she listens intently. “I want to go home. I don’t want to see him.”

“But you love him.” She whispers, brushing the hair out of your face.

“I can’t have him. And I don’t want to hurt anymore.” You admit, clinging to her while she laughs. 

“Oh, the pains of love.” She agrees, laying with you. “When the sun comes up we shall send you home dearest.”

And they did. When you awoke the next morning, throat dry from crying and eyes puffy, you were greeted with her three daughters all coming into the room. They gave you a dress and boots for the travel, a new cloak and a sack of coins to make the journey.

You thanked them all, moving to hug Madame Lersel. 

“I sent a raven to the queen, telling her you would be heading home.” She says, kissing your forehead and leading you to the market. “I also arranged for you to head out with a traveling group.”

“I don’t know how to pay you…..”

“You’ve been healing my girls since you were brought here at the small age of 12. You need not repay me. This is only a small amount of what we owe you, healer.” 

“I never did any of that for a debt-” You rush out and she laughs, nodding. 

“I know. That��s why I am so willing to help you.” She admits, holding your arm tightly. “You ever need anythin else dear healer you just come and find me.”

You give her a tearful goodbye before loading into the wagon, smiling at the young female you would be sitting by. She waves at you as the wagon begins moving, throwing out kisses as you laugh. 

Aemond returns a week later, his entire being rigid and angry as he dismounts Vhagar. His grandfather and mother are already there when he lands in the sands beneath him, both swarming him for answers as he tries to shove past them. 

He needed to see you, needed to see if you were okay and he needed to fix this rift. You had plagued his entire being, only thinking of you this past week and it was beginning to tear him apart. 

“Aemond- I received a note from Baratheon this morn-” 

“I need to head off Grandfather-”

“AEMOND TARGARYEN!” Otto shouts, anger fueling his entire being. Aemond whips around to glare at him, shoulders tensing as Alicent jumps in front of her son, glaring at her own father. 

“I received word that you denied all of the Baratheon girls for a COMMON WHORE-”

“WATCH YOUR TONGUE-” Aemond shouts, launching forward but his mother shoves him back and turns to her father once more. 

“It is his decision.” Alicent snaps, when he looks to argue she shakes her head. “He has already denounced the other suitors. He made his move. We must accept it.”

“You would allow him to marry a lowborn skunk?”

“I would allow him to marry a master healer. I would.” She nods, turning to nod at Aemond who gives her a grateful look before stomping off to find you. 

His first stop is his chambers, where you had always waited for him when you saw Vhagar land. He burst the doors open to be greeted with silence, a small amount of panic seizing him but he calms himself. 

You must be with Helaena, she was far into her pregnancy and you had always been worried about Targaryens through pregnancies so he picked up his pace and rushed to his sisters chambers. 

He doesn’t wait for the guards to announce him, once again bursting into the room. A group of maids all gasp and stand at attention as he looks around, no sister or you in sight. “Where can I find Princess Helaena?”

“I… I am not sure Prince Aemond.” The redhead maid says fearfully, bowing slowly. He doesn’t thank her as he leaves, rushing to the maestors temple and looking there. 

“Ah Prince Aemond, what a pleasure-”

“Where is Y/n?”

The Maestor looks confused for a moment before shaking his head and shrugging. Once Aemond forgoes his manners and storms off, finally finding Helaena in the gardens.

“Helaena!” He calls, looking around to where you could be hiding. He hears his sister mutter a slight curse as she stands, holding out her hands.

“She is not here-”

“You sent her to town again?” He smiles, feet already moving to go find you but his ister is snatching his arm.

“She has left Aemond.”

“Left?”

“We received notice the day you left. She is moving her studies-”

“She sent the notice?”

“No. Madame Lersel of Brothel Helm sent it.” Helaena mutters, pulling the note from her locket and handing it to her brother. She mutters a soft apology as he leaves, hands clenched around the parchment while he snatches his cloak and whips it over his head. 

He pounds on the door, half his face hidden by the cloak as people pass by. A small 10 year old whips the door open with a stick in her hand and a fierce look in her eyes. “WE ARE NOT OPEN UNTIL NIGHTFALL!” 

“I am not here for the whores-” He snaps, an odd feeling in his chest as he argues with a young girl. “Where is your adult? Your owner?”

“My MOTHER is upstairs.” She snaps, glaring harder. 

Aemond nods and moves to pass her but she blocks the door and hits his chest with the stick. “There is a fee.”

“I’m not here to get it wet. I am here to speak with Madame Lers-”

“There. Is. A. Fee.”

“Fine. How much?”

“10 quid.”

“10 QUID?!” His eye widens in shock as the girl before him gives a victorious smirk. 

“Meetings outside of her business hours are expensive, see you tonight one eye.” She moves to slam the door then, but his boot catches in the frame and he debates just shoving her out of the way before pulling out the coins. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

He lets out a disgruntled ‘hmm’ as she lets him inside, waltzing up the stairs to find Madame Lersel. 

The lady, older than he would have thought but still younger than a hag, gave him a knowing smile as he came in. 

“That cloak is familiar but I am used to a more heartwarming face under it.” She laughs, a small feeling of pride filling his chest at the thought of you wearing his cloak. 

“She wore it?”

“Everyday she came in.”

“Why was she here?”

“To help my girls.” The lady shrugs, rubbing a damp washcloth over the head of the female in front of her on the bed, gasping in pain. “I should have known you would come around askin for her.”

“Where can I find her?”

“You cannot Prince.” She sighs, ringing the rag into the water, the blood marking the water a pink color. 

“Where have you hidden her?”

“She went home. To the tower. No males can enter.” She snaps, a strong brow raising. “She will be back in summer.”

“I cannot wait until sum-”

“Get married. Get your wife pregnant. I’m sure the healer will be back in time for your babe.” The women scoffs, casting a look to the girl in front of her once more. It was a dismissal that he took, stomping back out as his throat began closing up.

He could break the rules, fly to the tower and find you, but that would be treason. There were rules, no males allowed in the healers tower. 

He would have to wait for you to get back. And he would. 

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[shepherds-of-haven]

I'm a new player here and I've been trying to find some info on this through the tags but I wanted to ask: are hunter birth rates low in general or is more that people arent having 100% hunter kids? Idk why but in my mind I've been comparing them to pandas 😂

Hi there, that's a good question! The problem is multi-faceted, but simply put, Hunter birth rates aren't that high compared to other races, but not necessarily due to fertility reasons, if that makes any sense.

Here's a visual representation of pure-blooded Hunters who are capable of having pure-blooded Hunter kids:

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Now consider that, of the ones who do marry, some won't marry other full-blooded Hunters, meaning the kids they do have won't manifest Hunter powers (which is actually the main concern here, not necessarily that the Hunter people will necessarily go extinct, numbers-wise, but that their powers will dwindle out of existence over time):

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And then consider that Hunters have a shorter lifespan than most other races, with old age, illness, and death beginning to occur in the 50s and 60s, meaning the period of time they even have to settle down, raise healthy kids, and protect them until adulthood is drastically shortened, especially if they also want to pursue their own careers and livelihoods, requiring they either start having kids pretty young (which not many Hunters naturally want to do unless pressured to do so) or meaning many Hunter kids are left orphaned young, which also affects their own survival slightly:

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So all of those factors kind of come together to make it difficult to maintain a burgeoning population of pure-blooded, full-powered Hunters who inherit grace (again, not necessarily that people with Hunter blood are in decline). It should be noted that when two Hunters do start trying for kids, their fertility and reproductive rates are normal! It's just that the circumstances and odds leading to such a coupling (and the fact that more and more Hunters to fall in love with don't have full blood or grace with each passing year) are kind of stacked the opposite way, unless you make it your life's goal to have pure-blooded Hunter kids. That's why Halek faces such enormous pressure to marry Moonsilk and have kids: her clan is one of the last that have the high-born, pure Hunter blood that would suit Halek's line and would guarantee full-powered Hunter children, but it comes, of course, at the cost of Halek feeling like he doesn't have the luxury of falling in love with whomever he wants, since this urgent need has been impressed on him from an early age.

Hope that all makes sense! It would be hilarious if their problems were more panda-orientated ("we'll just show them videos and demonstrations of how to have sex! someone put on white wigs so they can learn, they're just clueless on how to do it") though lol!

[crowwithacomputer]

The X Files - S4 - EP5

This episode has been very much interesting for their relationship

«Early in the four years of working together an event occurred that suggested or somebody told you that we were friends together in other lifetimes... always, would it have changed some of the ways we looked at one another?» said Mulder

«Even if I knew for certain, I wouldn't change a day» responded Scully «Well... Maybe without that Flukeman thing. I could have lived without that just fine»

I don't know but when I watch the episodes I see how they care for each other, but I don't see that love shown in this scene. It's like we're just some coworker. Watching them at all times, kinda weird, but only when they're working.

We don't see them in other circumstances. We don't see them watching movies, playing board games, visiting family, hanging out together... In four years they've known each other and we just get 16'5h on average each season (I did a bit of probably incorrect math). That's not even a day.

Am I saying we should get to see them 24/7 like The Truman Show? No, but it makes me think how much of their relationship we don't see. Again, we just see their professional side. And Scully and Mulder argue too much in every episode about all the theories they have. A normal working relationship cannot handle that much imo. They must have a really, really good bond. Maybe they don't get exclusively weird cases, maybe they work on normal stuff and get along pretty well during those.

They don't argue that much but such different ideas and perceptions while working on these things, idk, I feel it can only be handled when you know and appreciate that person very much.

"would it have changed some of the ways we looked at one another?" is such a hard line. Like, we've been together since the creation of our souls, for centuries before and to come, forever we'll be tied to find each other in the next life, even from an extremely small period of time, to spending our lives together. And Scully, I ask you, even after all those lives, personalities, faces, everything, do you look at me in the eyes and see Fox Mulder? Do you still look at me and see my weird theories and my love for sunflower seeds? Do you see a friend? Do you see me as something different? Something less? Something more?

Mulder, I tell you, that even remembering your faces, your personalities, everything from before. Knowing that we were mere coworkers, to husband and wife, to mother and son. Even after all that, after all we've been through and what we will have to go through, I wouldn't change anything that happened that led me to you.

I don't want any spoilers about this, but I wish we could see more of their life, both just having fun, arguing, hugging, whatever. I just want to see them relaxed for once and not stressed out 😭

[judasgot-it]

Can I please have hcs of how Ango and Mushitarou would raise his daughter vs how he would raise a son? [How strict is he? Is it likely for him to have favouritism? What kind of Father is he? How much does he spoil them? Etc, etc] PLEASEE I BEG 🙏

[This is the last one I swear😭 I'm sorry]

These are very very much my own hyperspecific headcanons, sorry idk how to make them cutesy like other people do with the baby shit I'm just being a little straight-up like these guys would 100% fuck up in some places

Mushitaro

Girl dad

i think he would have a daughter kind of like kyouka. although maybe more gothic and a little strange

i can totally imagine him playing dress-up games with her. like, he 100% would be super involved, dude would love to learn about the girls world and get into it

he likes to dress her up because he makes it so easy - bro would make it seem like they're playing a game and it would be a blast for her

he knows all of the specific names for skirts and sweaters now. he can easily get his daughter the perfect outfit because of course he can, duh

he'd be a fun dad. like i can imagine him making dumb dad jokes and "arguing" with her over stupid things

100% he cries over every major milestone she has. like he would cry when she goes to different schools or when she gets her period - he hates to see her change, and cries over an old baby picture of her in his wallet

will forever be daddy's little girl. btw she's 25 and moved out already. but still, shes living in his wallet and is his little girl lmao.

i think the teenage years are actually kind of chill for him, dude gives off chill lame dad vibes. i think he would chill with his daughter after some stupid "canon event" for her and they would bond over movies and icecream

16 and she would just unironically go to the mall with her dad because they're chill like that.

I think Mushitaro gives really good dad vibes honestly. he wouldn't be "cool" but bro would be totally lame in a good way

his daughter wouldn't know jackshit about his life until like she's way older. or maybe on accident. I think thats why he would be a good dad

his ability is a well-kept secret so I think he would threaten her boyfriends and she would just think he's joking or isn't really that threatening. he's not. he would 100% get away with their murders. he probably did once or twice.

its not like he's trying to be dishonest, its just that his life is complicated, and he doesn't want to explain so many horrible things to an innocent child

she learns eventually, but i think she'd get mad on his behalf tbh. like, a lot of it was really shitty

she probably knows Poe and Ranpo, but I can imagine her believing that her dad is just a normal guy compared to them.

Idk i feel like he protects her normalcy and "innocence" a lot more than he should

Like father not like son, fr

exact opposite here, i think he would have a son who would be pretty different from him in some ways

maybe not "giga chad" or anything, but he definitely would be living a way different life than Mushitaro ever could have thought of

i think it would be awkward at some point. at that stage where kids become their own people, but are still too similar to others - he would probably be scared by the weird reflection he sees of himself

i think he loves his son but still hates himself for what he did. so he might pretend that his son isn't like him all that much

might talk to his son a little too much about his "uncle" who he never explains where he is (because he is dead)

when he learns that he's dead, he suddenly doesn't want to talk about him that much.

Probably once saw his son reading his books and overreacted.

i think having a son gives him more melancholy, since he has to reflect far more on his mistakes in life

probably worries himself shitless about what he's doing though

he knows he's going to be ok, but deep down he knows the world is too cruel

His son probably tries to be smart and get away with shit and ends up having the whole detective agency on his ass. Bro can't even sneak out smh

I feel like Mushitaro's parenting style is a little out of the ordinary, since he would probably force the kid to work anytime he thought he was "acting up" instead of idk. time out.

Definitely way harder on a son than he is on a daughter. Favoritism is real guys

I think his son would be way more freerer and think his dad is "weird" so any bonding time they have would be a little overshadowed by it

They get along well enough, but yea it's a bit more tenious

Ango

girl dad

I feel bad, I feel like his daughter would be kind of a bitch

like not a total bitch, but she would be the type to use "my dad works in the government" to her full advantage and also just clock people in for who they really are

a little too much like dazai in that aspect.

probably really sweet as a child and i think ango spoiled her too much in fear of being a bad father

like probably got furniture for his empty ass apartment (what is wrong with him) and buys her useless shit kids like (what the fuck are those kids surprise toys)

so now she thinks she has it better than most people and is willing to take full advantage of that

to be fair. ango is the type of guy who would get bullied by his own daughter. like he can fight back but he would lose and cave in and give her 500$

It's not totally hopeless, I think she's just as smart as him and gives off more barbie energy, so is a little terrifying to have around the office since she just would just unexpectedly call people out for being assholes

only she can bully her dad. she doesn't care if thats his boss

so ango doesn't tell his coworkers that he has an expensive daughter who probably gets in fights. cause why would he? that doesn't really help him

i think she's the bitch that he wants to be

so he isn't too hard on her since he agrees like 70% of the time

loves to hangout with his daughter but it always puts a dent in his wallet since her hobbies are shopping and getting arrested

honestly he probably is glad she's like this. she has a strong identity and is very very hard to sway in one direction or the other

makes him proud

boy dad (rip)

I actually think he would be really nice to his son

he would probably have a son who's a bit of a freak like him and struggles with identity issues, so I think he would be kind since he understands those exact struggles

very very dysfunctional though

bro either orders takeout for the both of them each night or they eat straight out of the pot with spoons over the sink

like, i think unless the mom is in the picture ango would have his son living in his apartment with just mattresses and a suitcase

very very male living space.

like i doubt they'd sleep with blankets half the time

probably brings his 8-year-old son with him to his job and makes him do homework or play games

is probably more popular than ango

if his son has no hobbies then his hobby is to be a paper pusher for him

would raise his son to be his own personal assistant

or to go to a good university

those are his two options

not his fault, bro just sucks at parenting and the only way he can channel his paternal affection has been through training employees

does teach him how to shoot a gun though

his son is probably a mess of a person like he is, maybe a bit better since he doesn't have the drama of losing someone and bad friendship breakups, but i think ango wouldn't really help him develop useful life skills

the man can barely function on his own, so his version of parenthood is just "stay alive" and knowing how to manage under your circumstances

like, his son is more prepared for the end of the world than for anything else

it's complicated.

his son isn't resentful though. he loves his dad and i feel like he would do something that his dad would be proud of

[tavina-writes]

Have you any suggestions for someone who has started recently (few months ago) to publish fics on ao3 and doesn't get a lot of hits/kudos? I feel a little down and insecure, and I don't know if it's my writing the problem or the fact that the pair is not the main and not liked much

Hi Nonny!

This is a difficult conflict to have with yourself, and I'm sure that like, you've seen all the posts about how like "you should be self indulgent! you should write for yourself! who cares about engagement!" and this both is and isn't true. But also even if you think it is true and you'd like to get some of that energy it's very difficult and for that sending you so many hugs. It is very normal to feel insecure about sharing something you've made, and I think writers of all levels of experience and "engagement" feel down about themselves like this in cycles.

idk if I'm qualified to say a ton on this topic, but I've seen lots of "unhealthy relationship to stats page" and could tell real stories about horrible things that have happened so I guess here goes nothing?

A few things to keep in mind:

what do you consider "not a lot" ? 10? 100? 1000? One of the major problems of focusing overtly on hits/kudos/comments/and other things you can't change is that inevitably if you achieve the "number of your dreams" you will....get a new number that you want. It will be bigger. Chasing this type of external numbers based validation to the exclusion of other stuff is very difficult because it is one of those sliding slope black holes to never being satisfied with what is currently going on. This is my primary thought on why focusing on stats isn't very good: it's very easy to get into a never ending cycle of never being happy.

as someone who's written for several years: we're coming up on the winter holidays, end of the semester, winter break type time period in many parts of the world but esp for northern hemisphere english speaking fandom, so if you're seeing a decrease in hits/kudos/comments/the feeling that someone out there is reading your work in general, this could play a big role. If you've only been publishing for the last few months the first time this happens can be really jarring! But it has nothing to do with the quality of your writing or if people are interested in reading and everything to do with brickspace taking up a lot of time right now. (I imagine this might also be true for Chinese speaking fandom around New Years, but I can't say since I don't engage there very often to notice trends.)

Depending on the fandom, (which, unless you, like me, are into Naruto which seems to thrive on niche AUs from now until forever), main pairings/fandom popular juggernauts will always get more people reading than a rarepair. That doesn't mean the people who write for rarepairs are doing a bad job or that writing for a rarepair isn't rewarding to the writer in other ways, but that may mean modulating expectations on like "how many people will click on my work?" and "how much feedback will I get?"

So overall, I feel like there's a combination of factors here for why you might be feeling down, but there are ways to help with this!

For one: talking about your writing and your work and what you're doing! This, I've found, is a great way to make friends. (also to anyone who says that this is obnoxious and attention seeking, this is the attention seeking webbed site, if you don't want attention why are you here????)

For two: locate friends and yell your thoughts at them <- I have found this to be 100% a mood picker upper when it comes to "am I doing a good job at writing?"

For three: find what makes you really happy about your own writing! This doesn't mean that you have to seek to improve your writing, but just, stuff that you enjoy, a line you really like, a relationship you enjoyed, a fic you thought was nice, and be kind to yourself about it.

Again, sending you hugs nonny! I hope some of this helps!

[lilacs-world]

I feel like I’m chronically not okay but idk if I’m valid enough to label myself as chronically ill. I am able to work 40h a week but with the cost of laying in bed the rest of the day when I’m back home. In the weekends I sleep mostly. My room is a disaster because I never have the energy to tackle the chaos. I wished I was able to walk to work and back but standing for more than 15 min is already exhausting me and I get dizzy and lightheaded. I am constantly in pain, my normal pain level is on good days at a 2 on bad days it’s at a 4 or 5 but maybe I’m too modest about my pain due to fear of admitting I’m not okay. I am always tired even if I sleep usually enough. At times I feel more refreshed with only 4 hours of sleep hell knows why. I am waking up daily at 5:45am to get myself ready for 8am work. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be a functioning adult. I am scared of the moment I will unmask bcs im masking daily due to Audhd. Plus daily I’m confused because we are often switching and my quality at work at times fluctuating and my TLs wondering wtf bcs we know u know all the processes so wtf. Daily I feel like I know only a specific part of the processes and I have days where I ask so many questions that one of the TLs told me they are growing gray hairs bcs of me asking so much. The doctors in my country are shit when I mentioned suspecting we are a system they said nah it’s just ur anxiety. When I questioned if I have adhd my former psych said nah only kids can have it. My former therapist said yeah after unofficially diagnosing me with it. Autism I suspect that too and I got my confirmation more or less from my bf who’s on the spectrum as well. He got his confirmation he has adhd as well by me noticing lots of adhd things in him and he has now meds whilst me is in this godforsaken country that isn’t taking me seriously. I got my confirmation I have adhd when I took speed and realised for the first time "so this is how neurotypicals experience their life?" I for once had a train of thoughts in order and not a carambolage of luggage’s getting stuck in the baggage claim belt. I sobbed so hard. On good days I am able to remember and memorise lots of shit. But on bad days I barely anything. My body is out of control. I have pcos and it’s ravaging my body. I grow hair on my chin and arms and it’s making me uncomfortable and I developed anxiety about having hair in my face to the point over pluck and over shave it. My period is out of control. I either bleed for 2 months consecutive or I don’t have my period for 6 months. I am anemic due to it. I am such a pale human that I’m constantly being asked if I am okay. Oh yeah not to forget having an autoimmune disease since I am 2 years old. Having to deal with psoriasis break outs each winter where I end up being covered on my legs, arms , ass with skin patches of psoriasis. At times it’s even in my eyebrows and on my scalp. Each winter is a torture for me. I am battling with depression as well. Luckily this last year it wasn’t so overbearing and I felt more human than I used to in the past. Nonetheless my anxiety is ravaging and leaving me crippled daily. I sound ridiculous talking about myself rn bcs in my brain I feel like you aren’t this sick or unwell you are faking this you are a horrible human for saying all this things but I know it’s probably my internal ableism and the internal critical subconsciously developed voices of my surroundings telling me I’m not actually sick and I need to go to work even if sick etc. Sigh. Idk where I wanted to go with this whole post. I know you guys don’t see often a personal post from me or posts from me and more reblogs of stuff I enjoy seeing and stuff I wanna boost and stuff I find important or relatable or stuff that I think might make someone feel better and less anxious or feel seen. I hope this is fine. I hope being more real is helpful. Maybe I should do this rambling on my other blog @unfilteredrealities where I tried to talk about life in a real way , unfiltered. You can even send in your own submissions if u want to.

Anyway thanks for reading my ted talk.

TLDR: I don’t know if I’m actually chronically ill and if I’m valid enough to label myself as that and then I rambled about my life experiences with audhd, did, anxiety, depression, pcos, psoriasis and there are more but I’m exhausted.

[nicistrying]

Having a lot of feelings this week 😭 pissed off and a bit concerned that I keep spotting between my periods. Sad that a few people I was close with at the store and wanted to keep in touch with are now not answering my messages. Even my wagon driver 😥 we were super close when I was in the process of leaving and he was really supportive when my manager was being a total arsehole. Haven't heard from him since before Christmas and I already texted twice before so I'm not triple texting. If he wanted to reply and tell me to also have a nice Christmas he would have. Anyway, struggling more than I'd like to admit with the fact that all those people are essentially gone from my life now, which is only natural and normal, but idk I always find it hard losing touch with people. Kind of pissed off with Matt bc I know he is super busy studying but also we are engaged. We're getting married this year. And I ask how his day was and don't get a response bc he's so engrossed in his work. I know it's selfish of me and I should be supportive and I'm trying, but I need some fucking enthusiasm or communication or just like any kind of attention from my husband to be. I've already accepted I'm planning the wedding by myself, doing all the cleaning, cooking and shopping myself so he can study and walk Maggie. Which is a fair division of work really bc her walks are long and muddy. But idk it makes me so sad that we struggle to get an hour together through the week. I need to remember we have Saturday off from all the usual shit bc we're going to the theatre with my mam and sister to see the rocky horror show and that will be a good chance to actually see each other. It's really not as bad as I'm making it out to be, like I say I'm just having big feelings this week. I'm also struggling to get my workouts done bc I feel so physically gross but I know a little bit of something would help. I'm suspicious that I'm coming down with a cold but I also don't want to be using that as an excuse to not do 30 mins of exercise in the evening. Idk I'm just rambling and my casserole is probably burning by now 😂 off I go to scrape the pot 🫣

[leslutdepointedulac]

13 Book Tag Game

Tagged by: @bubblegum-blackwood Thank you! 💞

1) The last book I read:

The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. I'm currently doing my annual re-read of TVC from start to finish but it's taking me longer than last time for some reason.

2) A book I recommend:

Loveless by Alice Oseman. Ik it's not the only book out there to explore asexuality and being aromantic as well, but it's the first one I personally read and I think it's a really good example of it.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

A Dowry of Blood by S. T. Gibson. Predictably, it's more vampires lmao. I wasn't initially sure about how I would feel reading something in second person, but it actually works really well imo. I really love how it's told by one of Dracula's brides; I can really get into the characters, and understand her situation.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

So many of my books I've read several times, but one in particular is Wolf Brother by Michelle Paver. Actually just the whole Chronicles of Ancient Darkness series. I grew up on them, and I've read the whole series several times over. I like that it's set six thousand years ago, because I don't think I've personally ever read anything in the fantasy kind of genre in that time period. This series has a special place in my heart.

5) A book on my TBR:

I have too many. I think one that I do really want to get to though, is Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. I've wanted to read it for a few years now, and I've had the book since last year but I haven't gotten round to it yet.

6) A book I’ve put down:

Normal People by Sally Rooney. I got it as a birthday present from someone in my family a few years ago, and when I saw what it was about it didn't sound like my kind of thing but I figured I'd give it a chance. Yeah, it wasn't doing it for me lmao. I was bored tbh and the lack of speech marks around dialogue was confusing me. Overall it just wasn't my type of thing anyway and I only got a few pages in before I put it down.

7) A book on my wish list:

I've been really wanting to get a copy of the Grimm's complete fairy tales. I know some of how a few of the fairy tales originally go, but I've been wanting to read them all properly for years now.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

War Horse by Michael Morpurgo. I read this book religiously as a child. I would read it and then as soon as I was done, I'd read it again. I'm honestly not sure why, but there was clearly something about it that resonated with me, even as a kid. I actually still have the same copy I owned as a child, I don't think I'll ever get rid of it. It's very special to me.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien. Idk what you want me to say lmao. It's LOTR, everyone should read it. I know it's a trilogy, not just one book, so I am cheating a bit here, but it's too good not to mention. It's fantasy at its finest, what can I say.

(I was gunna say Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice, but that's obvious coming from me and I don't want this whole thing to be overrun with TVC lmao.)

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

I won't lie, I don't actually have any of either, I've never really been interested in things like that. It's just not my thing.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Buried by Professor Alice Roberts. I haven't actually read it yet, but it goes into looking at burials from centuries ago and how people would have lived in different periods of time, based on burial sites.

12) What are you currently reading:

The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice. Again, this is because I'm doing my annual re-read of TVC, but it's taking me an unusually long time to get through it this time round.

13) What are you planning on reading next?:

Apart from moving onto The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice, I think the next thing I want to get to is Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu. I've never read it before (Ik don't shoot me), not because I didn't want to, but just because I never got round to it. But I got it recently so I'll be reading it soon!

Tagging: @desertfangs @teethingpains @cinnamonclove but no pressure of course ❤

[lavenderpanic]

Your disclaimer does not mean anything when this is what you put in your writing:

Starvation is not a punishment in kink. Even someone who doesn’t know about kink knows that. Or isnt “educated” as you said. Food restriction and weight is not part of kink.

That is not what somnophilia is, because he did not consent.

Bucky was sixteen (underage) and Brock didn’t know. Is that his fault?

And the club let underage Bucky inside which is not how kink clubs work.

A quote from a chapter. “Bucky shrugs. “Technically an acronym, but sure. Honestly, Brock and I kind of do our own thing, so I really don’t know if either of us would call it that, but that’s… the general term, I suppose. I had this… this period of a few months, I guess, a few years ago, when I was super anxious and withdrawn and… I just wasn’t in a good headspace. I kinda felt attracted to the thought of dominance and submission and all that because it felt like a safe way to cope with my anxiety, and I met Brock at a club and… and it’s just been us since then. Nobody’s ever understood me like he does. A lot of people look at me like I’m crazy or weird, but Brock never thought that. It’s like… a balanced scale, kinda. He’s my counterweight, just as strong in the opposite direction.” This is not what kink is and it is not why poeple get into kink. This is false information and does not represent the community.

He has a safe word but Brock does not listen to it. Bucky should know that this is not how safe words work.

There are so many examples. You are corellating abuse and kink and that is dangerous for people who are actually in the community. Being abused does not excuse you.

I've been staring at this for like an hour and I just... like I'm genuinely at a loss for words. This is so incredibly weird. Like, I feel so weird right now, this is so creepy. I don't even think I know my fic well enough to pull fucking examples like this out of my ass why the fuck are you so weirdly obsessed??

Food restriction can 100% be a part of a TPE. Again, I've got weird and mixed-up feelings about it, but it isn't like... absurdly uncommon. But also, like... Bucky has anorexia. Brock knows this. Brock is abusing him. Brock is not like... conforming to BDSM rules or practices or whatever. I really don't know what you aren't understanding about this. I'm not saying that food restriction = abuse or what Brock is doing = a normal part of BDSM.

The fic is tagged "non-consensual somnophilia." It is not tagged "somnophilia." I don't even use that word in-text, I'm pretty sure. AGAIN, I feel weird about somnophilia, but if that's part of your dynamic and it's consensual WHATEVER IDCCCCC I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT TALKING ABOUT YOUUUUU.

Brock knows Bucky is underage before they do anything together sexually. He also coerces Bucky the first time they meet, regardless of his age. Yup, it's Brock's fault.

Clubs will let in people who are 18. This is a fact. Like I said in the fic, they mark that Bucky is <21 and can't drink. He has a fake ID which says he is 18.

That quote is actually inspired by my own experience, and I know I'm not the only person who felt that way. I don't claim to represent every person involved in the community. I never have. This is one person's story. You can't just make a blanket statement like "this isn't why people get into kink" because you're just fucking wrong.

Bucky knows this isn't how safewords work. He is abused and assaulted. He is being abused. He is being manipulated. You said you were older than me but your reading comprehension skills are like kindergarten level.

Nothing I have written is dangerous for any community (idk except maybe abusers?) and I have absolutely no clue why you would think so. I'm not claiming to represent an entire community. I am sharing my experience. I am writing one person's story. Fact of the matter is, there are many people involved in kink who take advantage of people who are new to kink because they can be so easy to manipulate and coerce and push past their boundaries. If you're saying I'm wrong, then you're either so fucking dumb I'm genuinely concerned for your wellbeing, or you're a predator or someone who excuses them. YOUUUU are the one sharing gross misinformation.

Go fuck yourself, genuinely. I'm blocking you and every other account you make and I'm not giving you my attention anymore. I have actual real-life problems and I really don't have the mental capacity at the moment to deal with shit like this. This is the one true safe space I still have in my life. I can't imagine how fucking miserable and alone you have to be to spend your fucking time making anonymous fucking accounts and antagonizing someone trying to bring awareness to victims of DV?? What the actual fuck is your deal? Go get a fucking job or volunteer or get a hobby you miserable piece of shit.

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is this the inbox?sorry if its not, im not good at tumblr :( anyways this isnt really a culture thing, i just figured people with npd will see this and i need Help.

i (18) have bpd & ive been diagnosed since i was 16 (i know they dont usually diagnose teenagers but uhh special case or whatever) & im pretty okay with that, i guess ive come to terms with it.

i have this ex boyfriend who was really really shitty and he has npd. (i feel like i should say: i dont believe in narc abuse or anything, this ex just happens to be a shitty guy and have npd) after we broke up i was really scared of people with npd because i associate npd with my shitty ex. ive worked on it in therapy because i know thats Wrong of me, but at the end of the day its just a trauma thing.

anyways, recently ive been noticing stuff in myself that im like. i dont know if i was always like that or if its just something thats developed as i got older? but i see a lot of npd symptoms in myself and its scaring me because i dont want to end up like my ex. i know that just because someone had npd doesnt mean theyre gonna abuse people, it just scares me because i dont wanna have things in common with him.

i dont even know if i *actually* have npd, i just show a lot of symptoms. and i know like 40% of people with bpd also have npd which is scaring me so much because i dont wanna end up like him. am i insane for feeling like this or is this a thing other cluster b's have experienced augh

No worries, u did send this to the inbox :)

First off, I'm so sorry about ur ex. No one should have to deal with a shitty partner, period. I hope u continue to heal from that and u find a partner who treats u right.

Second, I don't think it's insane to think like that. It's great that ur working through those feelings and trying to fight the stigma against NPD. Trauma just does weird shit to ur brain unfortunately. It makes us associate all sorts of things with our trauma/abuse/etc etc and it can be super hard to unlearn that, but the fact that ur trying shows that u care.

I'm going thru something similar (just switch the bpd and npd) & I can relate to the "feeling like u might end up like that person" so much. Idk if I really have advice on how to not feel like that, but I can at least say that ur feelings are normal and valid.

Ik we're just strangers but u seem like a nice person to me. And I think that wanting to not be like ur ex is a good sign that u won't end up like him. I'm not the best at comforting people but I hope that any of this helps u feel at ease. Plz don't hesitate to reach out if u need someone to talk to ♥️

- Hana 👻