#my body decided it was an incredibly good time to feel fatigued

[versadies]

hi,,,,,,, idk how to explain myself 😀😀😀

[stranger224]

Barbra examined the choker with a wary eye. she was supposed to be shopping for a birthday gift for her boyfriend, but something about this choker had caught her eye and was slowly catching her brain. The choker was not her style, and was so over the top she wasn't sure it was anyone’s style. Bubblegum pink, with the word Barbie on it in rhinestone encrusted letters styled to match the font of the namesake toy. Still something about the choker’s honest unblated gaudiness made Barbra’s head swim; she had to have it. Taking the choker to the register, she had it scanned then removed the tag and slipped it around her neck. shuffling the ends of her short brown hair, she locked the clasp into place.

Barbra found herself admiring her new bling in a jewelry mirror by the counter. It was so tacky it made her smile. “Here is your change. Have a good day Barbie.” the clerk said.

Barbra felt a numbing tingle run up her spine, ending in a relaxing brain fog settling over her mind. every ounce of stress left her body leaving her floaty and relaxed. The one exception was her clothing; it felt a little tight particularly, around her tits and ass. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive and it took a fair bit of will power to stop herself from rubbing them right in the middle of the mall. Chalking the feeling up to fatigue Barbra decided to treat herself to a coffee, something strong and bitter to wake her up.

Walking toward the coffee shop she called her boyfriend Darryl “Hey babe what’s up” he asked answering the phone

“Not much just shopping, has anyone told you you are a pain to shop for?”

Darryl laughed “from you baby it's not that hard just wear that red dress i like with the bow on the back. You are the only present i need”

“You hornball” she said laughing “maybe if i'll get a nice set of fake tits and call that your present,oh hang on a sec. I have to order. “

“What can I get for you?” the barista asked

“Um a red eye black please”

“Got it. Name?” he said, eyeing the out of place choker around her neck

“Barbie '' the name came out instinctually followed by a giggle. The tightness in her shirt and pants intensified and something about her head felt wrong. she shook her head making the pair of long blond pigtails dance around her face cutely.

Returning to her call they chatted for a bit while her order was prepared

“Order for Barbie!” the barista yelled.

Baraba’s world spun like she was drunk. A strong sense of vertigo overwhelmed her like she was suddenly a foot taller. Stepping over to get her drink, her pink platform heels clacked on the tile floor. “Like here!” she said, picking up her iced frappuccino, Taking a sip she nearly gagged on the sweet liquid in her cup. “hey” she said to the barista “This totally isn't my order!”

The confused barista checked the ticket and showed it to her “one skinny Iced mocha latte for Barbie '' she read. Barbra face suddenly felt heavier particularly in the lips and eyes. She fluttered her long lashes at the barista. “I like ordered the unicorn frap since it matched my outfit” She gestured to the baby pink t-shirt she was now wearing with the word Fake emblazoned tightly against tits that were not larger than her head this morning.

The barista rolled her eyes at the walking sex doll in front of her “That's what I gave you Barbie” with a blink of her heavy lids the drink was in fact the proper bubble gum pink color. She smiled as best she could through her botox frozen face “Sorry I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes' '. she said before clacking away from the counter. Now refueled with a surgery drink she passed a store that had a mirror in its display. Barbra for the first time saw the full effect of all the changes: a heavy make-up caked face, frozen with plastic surgery. framed by a pair of high blond pigtails that tickled the underside of her chin when she shook her head. Her chest was now a pair of fake looking bolt ons and a tapered waist ending in a pair of pink cheeky shorts that did little to cover the BBL she was dragging behind her. On the very bottom was a pair of pink platform heels that clacked cheaply with every step she took. The entire package was wrapped up with trashy looking rhinestone bangles, wristlets and belts. This body was sex on legs designed to make cocks hard and pussies wet. The shock of the transformation was enough to cut through the pink fog that was settling around Barbra’s brain. The changes and weird feelings she had had led her to a single conclusion: The choker. The pink fog was rapidly refilling her brain making her thoughts slow and simple. The choker was turning her to this, this bimbo! She tried to remove it but her long claw nails couldn't press the release button.

She stamped her foot and pouted what had she been doing again? She pulled out her phone and dialed the one person who could help her “Hey Darryl?” she said.

“Yes, Barbie” her boyfriend said At the sound of her name her tits doubled in size again and her lips puffed up into a keyhole pout. “I need your help! something is happening! I bought a collar at a weird store and it's doing something to Barbie! And Barbie can’t stop it! please come Daddy! I'll suck your cock so good if you help!”

Those were the last words she would be able to say easily when her lips puffed up further making talking difficult. “Don't leave the mall” her boyfriend said “I'll be right there”

“Like thank you Daddy” she forced out. These lips were made for one thing and it wasn’t talking. Settling her inflated rear on a bench she noticed something that she had missed before, Something hard stiff was in her ass. Squeezing her rear she could just make out the shape. It was a butt plug. Rocking forward just a bit she let out a gasp. The tip rubbing inside her gave her the ghost of an orgasm. the pink fog intensified at the feeling. her body shivered suddenly feeling pent up like she hadn't orgasmed in weeks. Thoughts of all the yummy edges she had been having flooded her mind. She sipped her drink through the straw, having something between her lips to suck on felt so right.

A mother and her daughter walked by her. “Look mommy! the girl said. “That lady looks like a Barbie!” the mother sniffed. “Looks more like a harlot to me but come along child”

Barbie's phone beeped and she felt something begin to vibrate in her panties. One hand found its way to her breast while the other slipped between her legs teasing herself close to an orgasm. She would stay nice and wet for daddy once he arrived. maybe she could convince him to fuck her in the bathroom, that would be fun! She opened her eyes hoping someone would see what a horny slut she was. What a good bimbo she could be. the quiet mmhs build to moans that steadily grew in volume. She was so close. she need to fuck. She needed cock.

“Barbie?” Barbie’s eye shot open as a screaming orgasm nearly escaped her lip.

She looked up and saw Daddy standing over her confused. “fuck me?” she asked. Eyes pleading for him to understand what she needed. “Fuck me?” she begged. Hefting her oversized ass off the bench, she shook it for him desperate for something to fill her. “Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK MEEEEEE!” were the only word she could force out of her lips.

Darryl looked at her confused. “What happened to you?” He saw the clasp of the collar around her neck “That’s right. Hold still I’ll give you what you want” he pressed his denim covered cock against the fabric of her shorts. Her body instantly stilling in response. A few second of fumbling and she was free. Her body began to feel lighter, while her brain felt faster. her love doll curves shrinking back to her normal proportion. her clothing becoming the jeans and t-shirt she had arrived at the mall in. The only lasting change was the butt plug, she could still feel it inside of her and she was surprised to find she didn’t mind it. Darryl looked on in shock, until the changes finished. “Are you ok to drive?” he asked cautiously.

“I think so,” she said, rubbing her head.

“Looks like you found the best birthday gift for me after all” he teased trying to lighten the humiliating experience she had just been through. She threw her arm around him for a comforting hug and snuggle at his joke “maybe i did. and if you're good i'll put it back on later with that red dress you like so much”.

He pulled her into a tight embrace “Best gift ever”.

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This was so much fun to write, I drew heavy inspiration from an (AB/DL) story The Magic Collar by https://www.deviantart.com/peculiarchangeling check out their stories if you are into that sort of thing

Also I have no clue who the model in the picture is if anyone knows let me know so I can credit them

Thanks and Enjoy!

[moirasdolly]

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Digitally Yours ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟMoira x Fem Reader

Synopsis: The morning after you two spend the night together, you end up making breakfast for Moira. Lots of cuddling and loving ensues.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening ♪ ིྀ: Someone To Call My Lover - Janet Jackson

Previous Chapter: 5

❦ Chapter 6: The Morning After

As sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom your eyes fluttered open and you were greeted by the sight of your favorite woman. It took a moment for your eyes to focus, but once the sleepiness had dissipated from your eyes, she finally came into full focus. She was still asleep so it gave you a moment to just take in all of her features. Her ginger hair was messy and draped over her face partially, so you reached your finger tips out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. You let your hand rest on her cheek and with feather-light touches your thumb caressed her soft skin. Your gaze lingered for just a few more moments before checking your phone for the time. It was still only about 7 in the morning and you were oh so tired from the previous day's activities so you snuggled into Moira’s chest and decided another hour of sleep couldn’t hurt.

The next time you woke it was just shy of 10 o’clock and Moira was awake this time. She had taken it upon herself to run her long, thin fingers through your hair as you slept. “My sweet girl… You’re finally awake.” She cooed softly, her sleep-ridden voice was giving you butterflies. You hummed out an affirmative yes instead of a reply, for now. As you sat up you stretched your arms high above your head and let out a big yawn. “‘M still sleepy though.” You say as you rub your eyes. She gave you a knowing look, one that said she knew she was the reason for your fatigue. You narrow your eyes at her, feeling a bit frisky, “Don’t give me that look!” A playful grin tugged on your lips.

In the blink of an eye Moira was hovering over you, her arms on either side of your body. Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden move, but you didn’t have time to react because in seconds the older woman was leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Your body is simply divine, I couldn’t help but ravage it last night… Sorry about that sweetheart.” Her lips make contact with the soft skin of your neck and she gives you a chaste kiss, before trailing a dozen more kisses up your jawline and to your cheek. Giggles escaped your lips at the little ticklish kisses she was giving you, and you cupped her cheeks gently before tugging her to your lips. The two of you shared a sweet kiss that was full of love and made you incredibly giddy. Once you parted from her she stood up and pulled you up with her. It still made you heart race that she handled you like you were as light as a feather.

“What do you say I make us breakfast right now?” You wrapped your arms around her neck and leaned into her. She placed her hands on your plump hips and held you tight as the two of you swayed closer to the bedroom door. “I would love that, but shouldn’t I be doing that for you instead, darling?” You shook your head at her and pouted your lips. “Nope! I want to do something special for you since you took such good care of me last night.” Moira was getting lost in your adorable mannerisms and she ended up staying silent for a moment before nodding her head, “Very well then.” A small smile was tugging on the corner of her lips as you broke the embrace and began pulling her to the kitchen.

Your hands never parted ways the entire way to the kitchen and even when you arrived, you were very reluctant to let go of her hand. You pulled the back of her hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to it and she couldn’t help but chuckle at your silly antics. You pulled out a chair for her at the dining room table and motioned for her to sit. “But you’ll be so far away from me…” Moira tried to reason with you, but you were set on making sure she was comfortable this morning. You placed your index finger to your lips with a quiet “Shhh” before shuffling to the fridge.

Pancakes were the obvious choice for you to make since it seemed like Moira had somewhat of a sweet tooth. You had noticed this before in previous calls, she always had some sort of sweet snack or drink with her, and the way she enjoyed the cake you had made her, led you to that conclusion. Strawberries, blueberries, and fresh maple syrup were your toppings of choice and you confirmed with a moira before beginning to cut up the fresh fruit. Your melodic hums floated through the quiet kitchen and intermingled with chirping birds and you got lost in cutting up the fruit. You hadn’t even noticed that Moira had gotten up from her seat at the dining table and instead began making her way to you.

Her arms slid around your waist gently and she rested her chin at the top of your head. You were startled at first, but melted into her touch almost immediately. She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. Silence between the two of you was comfortable and felt like the type of domestic love you had wanted your whole life. She just listened to your sweet melody and swayed you back and forth, occasionally leaving small kisses on your scalp as you prepared the fruit.

Once you finished, the older woman was almost unwilling to let go of you, but a loud growl from her stomach interrupted her protests. You turned around in her grip, giving her a knowing look and she unwrapped her arms from around your waist, but didn’t return to her previous seat. “Fine, you can stay in here, but I'm putting you to work!” You turned on your heels to rummage through the fridge again for the remaining wet ingredients for the pancakes.

“I thought you wanted me to relax this morning?” She jests, a slight smirk growing on her face. “Hmmm,” You furrow your brows, pretending to think about it, “I think I changed my mind.” You erupt into small giggles and Moira feels like she had just fallen in love again

Everything you did captivated her. Every laugh, smile, cute mannerism you exhibited just made her heart feel like it was about to burst, but she had to control herself. If not she would never be able to stop talking about how much she loved you.

“Whatever you want me to do, mo grhá.” Your heart pounded at how much of a gentlewoman she was. She had even bowed her head slightly as if she was saying she was at your service.

“Oh what would I do without you on this fine morning?” You sighed as you pulled her in for a quick kiss. After parting you placed your hands on your hips and decided it was time to actually start cooking.

You had only asked her to do easy tasks such as retrieving measuring cups and holding them while you poured ingredients. You simply just wanted to be close with her and feel the adoration radiating off of her. It was your first morning together as an official couple and you already felt like you were living in a dream.

The batter was finally finished and mixed to perfection. Blueberries were folded into the batter delicately before you used a measuring cup to scoop up some of it into the heated pan. Sizzles filled your ears and the smell of pancakes drifted through the air as you flipped each one once they were done. They were a perfect golden brown on each side and the spare plate was beginning to fill up with pancakes. It was far too much for just the two of you, but your love language was cooking and you couldn’t help it. You’d even feed Moira yourself if she’d let you.

You scooped the last one up and placed it at the top of the stack before turning off the pan and removing it from heat. Moira’s eyes raised at the sight and chuckled your name quietly. “Darling, these look delectable.” She reached for the plate and brought it to the dining table as you scraped all of the strawberries into a small bowl and grabbed the maple syrup, and you shortly joined her.

You used the same spatula as you did while cooking the pancakes to place a couple onto the older woman’s plate. “How much do you want?” You say with a slight tilt of your head, waiting expectantly for her answer in regard to the strawberries. Moira tapped her chin in mock contemplation before finally deciding, “Dear, as much as you feel is right.” You took that in stride and gave her a ton because you knew she’d love it. Your own plate was assembled the same way and finally you added the finishing touch and drizzled the sweet, sticky, maple syrup all over the top.

“My love, thank you for treating us to a wonderful breakfast.” Moira spoke, reaching across the table to envelope your hand in her larger one. She brought your hand to her lips slowly and gave it a chaste kiss before letting you go gently. “Oh it’s nothing…” You mumble softly, you really had just wanted to make her happy and cooking was one of the ways you showed love. “Now dig in!” A giggle slips past your lips.

The two of you fall into casual chatter in between bites of the fluffy, sweet pancakes. Topics jumped from how beautiful the weather was that morning, to what plans were to be made later on that day since Moira did get quite a few days off for you.

After your last bite you lean back in your chair and pat your tummy, “I’m stuffed…” Moira says nothing at first, but she couldn’t miss her chance to fluster you as always. “I could stuff you in a different way if you’d let me, my little rabbit.”

Of course you were caught off guard by her vulgar proposition, but part of you wanted her to say more, to get you even more flustered. Instead you shoot out of your chair and grab her plate to place it in the sink. “You are just unbelievable.” Your pink cheeks betray you though, and Moira knows she’s got you right where she wants you. “Ahh, but you were thinking about it weren’t you?”

You whip your head around with a pout, “Maybe…” You mumble out, “That’s for later though.” You wink at her with a giggle, regaining your composure.

Her mouth twitches into a smile and in that moment you think she’s just the prettiest woman alive. She gets up from her seat and brings the remaining pancakes with her as she joins you in the kitchen. “Dear, you took such good care of me this morning, let me return the favor.” She leans down to place a kiss on your cheek as she takes the dirty plates from your hands. “Let me wash them.” You don’t protest, instead you place the leftover pancakes into the fridge and let the other woman get to work.

Just as she did earlier, you sneak up behind her and snake your arms around her waist and lean against her. Your soft breasts and tummy press against her back and she could honestly stay like this forever. She loved how warm and cozy you felt against her, she wouldn’t ever give you up for anyone else. “God darling, I never want you to let go of me.” She mutters out.

“I’ll have to if you wanna see my face again.” You joke, knowing she was just being hyperbolic. “But if you insist.” And you squeeze her even tighter. She laughs at your attempt to never let her go as she places the clean plates in your dish rack before drying her hands. Once she was completely finished she spun around in your grasp when you loosened up just a bit and she took the opportunity to lift you up into her arms. You wrapped your thighs around her waist and popped your arms around her neck to stabilize yourself as she gripped your plush thighs. You could never truly get used to how easily she picked you up, and it never failed to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

She carried you to the couch and collapsed onto it with you still in her arms. You ended up on top of her as the two of you flopped onto the couch in a pile of tangled limbs and little giggles. “You’re so comfy.” You say quietly as you nuzzle into her chest. “And you’re so warm, like a big kitty.” She says with a kiss on the top of your head. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you cuddle in the afternoon sun. After a moment a thought crosses your mind, “What if you stayed here the whole week?” You squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for an answer.

“If you’ll have me.” Her answer came with no hesitation present in her voice. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at her, meeting her heterochromatic gaze. “If I had it my way, you’d be moving in here for good.” Your sweet laugh fills the living room after your confession. “One day, my heart.” She smiles down at you, and you can tell she’s being genuine. The pure love in her gaze and tone just made you feel secure in a way that you’ve never felt. You hide your smile by tucking your head under her chin, and the older woman can’t help but think back to her earlier comment of you reminding her of a kitty. She was sure that if you could, you’d be purring right now out of happiness.

“I’m so excited for you to stay with me this week...” And that was just the start of your rambling about everything the two of you could do in your time together. Moira let you talk her head off and she honestly thought it was endearing. She was more of a listener than a talker anyway, but when she did chime in it was to lay a sweet compliment on you or confirm the plans you were mentioning.

“It sounds like you have a full schedule for us, I would be happy to oblige.” She runs her hands over the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You sigh quietly at the blissful feeling. “I knew you would, you love me too much to say no.”

The older woman chuckles at your antics, but she knew it was true. She wouldn’t dare say no to you, instead she’d spoil you rotten and go along with anything you wanted no matter what. “You know me too well mo grhá.”

You thought about how close you had grown to her in all the months you had been talking and thought it seemed like it was just yesterday you were being charmed by her anonymous tips and comments on your streams. These thoughts soon shifted to how you hadn’t been streaming much these days. You just didn’t like the idea of any other woman seeing your body in the ways Moira had, you wanted to be kept as a little present for her and her only. “You know baby… I’ve been thinking about quitting camming.”

This had come as a shock to Moira, of course she fully supported anything you wished to do with your life, but she hadn’t wanted to hinder you at all and she needed to make that clear. “My dear, surely this isn’t because of me, right?” She started, “If you wish to continue, I have no objections, I’m secure with our love for each other.”

“Oh no!” You giggled in response. “I just think I have no desire to anymore. The moment I talked to you, I wanted to be only yours.” You confess. “I just continued to stream because it was sort of a routine for me…”

“Then I support you, little dove.” She rested her hands on your waist now. “In any case I don’t need your streams anymore, not when I have the real, beautiful thing right in front of me.”

Joy rushed through your veins at her sweet words. You truly don’t know how you had managed to romance the sweetest woman on earth. “Thank you… Thank you for loving me in such a pure way.” You smile up at her, sitting up in the process. “You’re everything I ever needed in life.” You confess.

“And you are what I have been searching for since forever.” Her hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed you. “Come back here darling.” She mumbled out before pulling you back down to her chest and the two of you basked in the gentle rays of light that filtered through your curtains.

By now it was late afternoon and your cuddle session was interrupted by the need to eat lunch, so you pulled out all the leftovers from the previous day's picnic and chowed down. It was just as yummy as you remembered and you let out a hymn of contentment as you munched on the little sandwiches and fruit salad. “You look so pretty when you eat.” Moira pointed out, unable to take her eyes off of you. Your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up. All you could focus on was the fact that Moira still thought you were cute doing the most mundane, everyday things. “Oh stop it…” You were beginning to feel more shy now.

“Seriously, I love how you enjoy nourishing that beautiful body of yours.” Anytime she complimented your body, it just felt so genuine. A small smile was growing on your lips and you felt way too giddy to even try to hide it. It felt good for someone to love you down to every inch of you.

“You flatter me so much.” Your smile grew just a bit. “Just look at you, you’re perfect too.” Your eyes darted around her tall frame before landing right back on her eyes. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you could have sworn Moiras cheeks turned a light shade of pink at your comment.

“I love you.” She said simply.

“I love you too.” You responded back with no hesitation.

Your quick exchange of affection signaled the end of your lunch and this time you decided to let the dishes sit in the sink for just a bit so you could continue your cuddle session as soon as you could.

The rest of your day consisted of laying on the couch together, almost never parting from each other as you watched a plethora of movies that ranged from romance, comedy, action, and anything else both of you could think of. As nightfall approached, you whipped up a quick dinner that you decided you could eat in the comfort of your living room instead to keep the coziness going and once you finished it was right back to cuddling. You just couldn’t get enough of each other and neither of you were complaining. You felt safest and the most comfortable in each other's arms, so you stayed just like that for the rest of the night.

In the middle of an animated movie you had chosen, you began to feel fatigue washing over you and Moira felt your body relaxing and breathing slowing down as she held you from behind. She could tell you could barely stay awake so she took the liberty of turning down the tv and pulling the blanket further over both of you. “Goodnight, love.” She whispered to you, but got no response. She looked at you fondly as sleep overtook your body. She ended up finishing the movie, but not long after that she joined you in slumber as the soft glow of the tv illuminated you, eventually shutting off on its own.

[baldwinivmybeloved]

୭ ✧ ˚.Charper Thirteen ᵎᵎ 🏹 Xica X Baldwin Iv

Xica fainted in Baldwin IV's arms, her limp body resting against his chest. The king, weakened by leprosy, struggled to hold her with the little strength he had left. "Take her to a suitable room," he ordered firmly but with deep concern. "Make sure it's well-prepared and have the physicians examine her immediately."

Servants responded to the king's call, carefully carrying Xica away. Baldwin IV followed until she was safely settled in a comfortable bed, in a room softly lit by candlelight. The physicians examined Xica and concluded that she had collapsed from emotional stress, her heart weakened but not in immediate danger.

Once the physicians departed, Baldwin IV remained alone with Xica in the room. He approached her cautiously, his breath heavy with fatigue. He gently touched her face, his hand trembling but tender. As he stroked her skin, he felt a strange sense of relief being so close to her.

"Xica," he murmured, his words barely audible. "I cannot ignore what I feel for you. Even though you are unconscious, I need to tell you that… my heart has found solace in you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. Something that made me feel alive, despite all the pain and darkness surrounding me."

The next day, Xica slowly opened her eyes, finding herself in an unfamiliar room. The soft light and warm atmosphere gave her a sense of peace. Baldwin IV was by her side, watching her with a gaze filled with tenderness and concern.

"Good morning, Xica," he greeted with a smile. "The physicians said you need rest and should avoid stress. Today, we will spend the day together. I want you to feel safe and comfortable."

Xica nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude and surprise. Baldwin IV helped her sit up slowly, and together they moved to the king's quarters. Baldwin picked up a book from the shelf and opened it.

"Do you enjoy reading?" Baldwin IV asked.

Xica smiled shyly. "Yes, very much. I learned to read with the help of some friends and… books I found."

"That's admirable," Baldwin said, impressed. "Reading opens doors to unknown worlds. What do you like to read?"

"I enjoy adventure and romance stories," Xica replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "But I also appreciate poetry and philosophical writings."

Baldwin IV nodded, admiring her passion. "I enjoy poetry too. It helps me escape reality, if only for a moment."

The conversation flowed naturally as Baldwin IV shared tales of his experiences in war. "I was only 16 when I won my first battle," he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia and pride. "It was an unexpected victory, but I learned that bravery and strategy can overcome any obstacle."

Xica listened attentively, fascinated by his stories. "You're an incredible leader, Baldwin. It's impressive what you've achieved at such a young age."

"Thank you, Xica," Baldwin replied, gently touching her hand. "But those victories mean little without someone to share them with."

Later, they decided to spend time in the castle garden. They walked among the flowers, enjoying the gentle breeze and the song of birds. Xica grew physically closer, linking her arm with his and helping him move carefully.

"The flowers here are beautiful," Xica commented, caressing the petals of a rose. "Each one has its own beauty and fragrance. It reminds me a lot of when I was little."

"Yes," Baldwin replied, observing her with admiration. "You're like one of these flowers, Xica. Strong and beautiful, blossoming with each passing moment."

Xica smiled, feeling warmth in her chest. "Thank you, Baldwin. Your company makes this garden even more special."

They spent a while enjoying the garden, each moment deepening their connection. Baldwin IV, despite his condition, tried to stand tall, his strength renewed by Xica's presence by his side. She spoke of her dreams and hopes, and he shared more about his childhood, responsibilities, and the pressures that came with being a young and ill king.

As Baldwin IV began to feel unwell, Xica helped him back to his room. She laid him down carefully, worried for his well-being. Baldwin looked at her with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"Xica," he said softly, "there's something I must show you. My face… is heavily affected. I've always worn this mask to conceal it, but… I want you to see it. I want you to know me fully."

Xica nodded, her heart pounding. With trembling hands, Baldwin IV removed the mask, revealing his face marked by the disease. His eyes searched hers, hoping not to see rejection but finding instead a gaze filled with love and acceptance.

"This doesn't matter, Baldwin," Xica said gently, embracing him. "I cherish your soul, and that's all that matters to me."

Tears filled Baldwin's eyes as he felt Xica's unconditional love. She kissed his forehead tenderly, each kiss filled with compassion and devotion.

They spent the rest of the day together, discussing their dreams and aspirations. Baldwin confessed his fears and hopes, while Xica shared about her life and her desires for a better future. Their bond deepened with each moment, creating a connection that transcended words.

"Xica," Baldwin finally said, "I don't know what I would do without you. You're my light in the darkness."

"And you are my strength," Xica replied, caressing his hand.

With these words, they sealed their love and commitment, knowing that despite the challenges they faced, their love would guide and sustain them in the days to come.

That night, Baldwin IV organized a special dinner for Xica in his chambers. The table was adorned with candles and fresh flowers from the garden. The atmosphere was cozy and romantic, creating a space where they could relax and enjoy each other's company.

"I hope you enjoy the dinner," Baldwin said as he took his seat. "I wanted this moment to be special for you."

Xica smiled, her heart filled with gratitude. "It's perfect, Baldwin. Thank you for all of this."

During dinner, they talked about their dreams and desires. Baldwin spoke of his visions for the kingdom's future, and Xica shared her hopes for a more just and equitable world.

"It's fascinating to hear your ideas," Baldwin said. "Your perspective is refreshing and full of hope. We need more people like you to build a better future."

"And we need leaders like you, Baldwin," Xica replied, looking at him with admiration. "Someone with compassion and vision."

After dinner, Baldwin and Xica stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the nighttime view of the castle. Stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon cast a soft glow over the landscape.

"It's a beautiful night," Xica commented, leaning against the railing. "Everything seems so calm and peaceful."

Baldwin approached her, his presence comforting. "It's moments like these when I can forget my worries and simply enjoy the moment."

Xica looked at him tenderly. "I'm glad I can share this moment with you, my king. It means a lot to me."

Baldwin took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "And to me, Xica. You are a blessing in my life."

As the night wore on, Baldwin and Xica returned indoors. Baldwin, feeling fatigued, sat in a chair near the bed while Xica settled beside him.

"Baldwin," Xica said softly, "I want you to know that I will always be here for you. No matter what happens, you are not alone."

Baldwin looked at her with gratitude. "Your words mean more than you can imagine."

With these words, Xica leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, a gesture filled with affection and devotion. Baldwin closed his eyes, feeling a peace he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Baldwin IV and Xica grew increasingly comfortable in each other's company, sharing moments of intimacy and trust that had strengthened their bond beyond expectations. Despite their mutual attraction and deep emotional connection, both had been cautious about taking the next step towards physical intimacy. However, in the privacy of the royal chambers, the desire and passion that had been suppressed finally surfaced.

Baldwin IV and Xica surrendered to the intensity of the moment, finding solace and unity in each other's arms. Every caress, every kiss, was an expression of love and pent-up desire from days of emotional closeness. They gave themselves to each other with a passion that consumed them, yet also with a profound respect for each other's vulnerability. Could this be the wrong God would not forgive for them, it was unfit for a king.

Just as it seemed the world had paused to allow them to be together, a sudden knock on the door interrupted their intimate moment. They quickly separated, Baldwin IV adjusting his clothing and Xica trying to catch her breath as they prepared to face the untimely interruption.

The door opened to reveal Godfrey, the king's most loyal advisor and confidant. His face showed a mix of surprise and concern upon encountering the scene he had interrupted.

"Forgive the intrusion, my lord," Godfrey began, maintaining his composure but clearly uncomfortable. "But urgent matters require your attention."

Baldwin IV nodded gravely, though his gaze betrayed a hint of regret for the interruption. "I understand, Godfrey. What is it?"

Godfrey, making an effort not to look directly at Xica, continued in a firm tone. "The situation on the southern border has become complicated. It appears that the feudal lords are planning an insurrection, and immediate action is necessary to maintain stability."

Baldwin IV sighed, acknowledging the urgency of the matter. He looked at Xica apologetically. "

I must attend to this immediately. I am deeply sorry for this interruption, Xica."

Xica nodded, trying to hide her own disappointment at the abrupt end to their time together. "I understand, Baldwin. The affairs of the realm take precedence."

Baldwin IV gave her a look of gratitude and affection before turning to Godfrey. "Prepare the reports and summon the counselors. I will be there shortly."

As Baldwin IV and Godfrey left the room, Xica remained alone, feeling vulnerable yet also frightened by what had happened and how it had come to this.

She lay back on the bed, allowing herself to recall every moment with Baldwin IV, every shared word, and every gesture of affection. She knew she had found something special in him, something that transcended the responsibilities and formalities of the court. And while the kingdom demanded his attention, Xica was determined to face any obstacle to be by the side of the man who had captured her heart.

[savagesphinx]

Tous les moulins de mon cœur

Chapter 3

TW : Violence, incredible cliffhanger

The characters belong to Gatobob.

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Mike was awakened by loud music. Brutal metal echoed loudly throughout the apartment, and his heart raced in shock and surprise. This is my music, he thought, still groggy with sleep and fatigue. It was indeed his fucking music, his playlist, screaming all the way to his room.

He caught his breath. His limbs were still sore from the night before. The cuts burned him, and the aches crept into him up to the back of his neck. The precarious position of his body and the impossibility of moving alone became real torture.

And above all, he was thirsty and hungry. His stomach twisted in pain. He realized he hadn't eaten anything since leaving the desert.

A vague concern crossed his mind. What if he just forgot him here? What if he was starving and thirsty? Impossible. However, far gone he was, Jace wouldn't have let such a thing happen. Judging by the light filtering through the curtains, it was probably already late in the evening. He had slept so long...

He was still deep in thought when the door swung open. He was so scared that he almost fell and took the chair in the fall. The thing inhabiting Jace's body grinned. « Hi buddy. Slept well ? »

Mike could barely hear her over the music. « What?? »

The other frowned and barely approached when there was a knock on the door. Mike sank back into the chair. This is my chance. Someone’s coming for me. I'm fucking saved.

« Jace » hesitated for a moment and left the room. But what if he was arrested? How do I explain that? Oh, I summoned a demon during a manhunt, and he's possessed my best friend ever since. Everything's fine. No problem.

The thing stopped short in front of his door and turned to him, looking grimly amused. « If you scream, it's your tongue that will say hello to the knife. Understood darling? »

Mike nodded slowly. He had no doubt what this creature was capable of doing to him. To him or to his neighbors. Not that he gave a damn, but the situation was a little out of control. His door was slammed shut, and he heard the front door open. The voices were muffled by the music, but that of his hippie neighbor reached him louder than the rest. « It's not an hour to blast up your fucking music! »

He had never seen this guy get upset in several years of living here. That said, he barely said hello to him in the morning when he left for work. « Jace » chuckled over the din. The door slammed again. The volume of the music finally lowered, and the pains in his head subsided as well.

He looked almost relieved when the creature returned to his room. They stared at each other for a long time, and the thing was the first to break the silence. He didn't feel authorized to speak. « Good boy… It could've gotten really messy. »

He questioned him with a brief nod of his chin. « Are you comfortable? »

Mike winced and looked away. The other ended up smiling even more widely. « You have the right to speak, huh. I'm not going to eat you. »

He approached, gripped his injured leg tightly with one hand. Mike hissed in pain. « I'm going to end up finding you really boring. »

He understood from the tone of his voice that this was not a good thing. He decided to change strategy and stared at him despite the pain and a few cuts that were starting to bleed again.

« No, I'm not well. I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, my back is fucking hurting, my ass too, and I have to pee. » He immediately blamed himself for being so cynical. That was how he behaved with Jace. Not with... That damn thing is stealing his body. But it was too late, and the rage flowed from his mouth like stagnant water. « I traveled in the trunk, you smashed my legs, and you're embedding yourself in my buddy's body. How do you think I feel? Think I'm having a fucking good time here, maybe? No. I'm terrified and so sick of this shit ! Free me so we can find a solution so that you can piss off someone else. »

It was more words than he had spoken in two days, and his throat was begging him to stop. He ended his tirade with a horribly harsh fit of coughing. Silence set in, and unease grew within him. It was as if the creature was taking the time to analyze every word. Was he talking to Jace inside? Mike didn't dare break the silence. Maybe this was his chance to get away. The thing clicked its tongue. « Don't move, I'll be back. »

Mike rolled his eyes when « Jace » turned his back on him. As if he could go anywhere. He took his pain patiently until the thing returned, ceremonial knife in hand. Mike jumped. Not that. Not again.

He was already certain that the scars on his legs would fester any moment now. They hadn't disinfected the blade after the sacrifice. His blood now mingled with that of other people. His cells and his essence embraced those of Jack and an innocent victim. Thus, he felt a little closer to them. Closer to the dead than to the living.

He had always taken great care to appear invisible to the eyes of the living. He was as discreet as a shadow and lived locked up within his four walls most of the time. He often worked at night. An easy job, not too annoying. Something to put money aside. He sympathized at concerts and found a few lovers from time to time. But everything looked bland compared to his friendship with Jace.

No taste, no flavor. They were all like ghosts. Mike bit his lip. If he hadn't withdrawn so much into himself, if he had bonded, perhaps he wouldn't have been abandoned to his fate today.

But there was only Jace. Always. And now there was no one. All alone.

The tape was cut, and his leg was freed. He had gone so long in his mind, attempting to flee from the upcoming pain, that he had not seen the thing do it. The tape pulled out a few hairs along the way, but that was nothing compared to the day before. He rested his aching legs on the ground. They were shaking, weak as cotton. It was his hands' turn to be freed, and he rubbed his irritated wrists. « Here, drink a little. I don't want you to dry out. »

He eagerly threw himself on the glass of water and gulped it down. The water dripped down his chin, and the thing that came to wipe him. It was too soft to be honest, and he backed away cautiously. « Can I eat...?

- Softer when you want something huh ? »

He offered him a candy bar. They didn't have anything better. They rarely do the grocery shopping, especially before leaving for their annual trip. The food struggled to pass the barrier of his throat and fell heavily on his stomach. « Jace » was still watching him very carefully. He seemed to be expecting something from him, and Mike stopped eating. « ... What? »

He hid his legs against him, in case the other wanted to hurt him again. « You're yelling about your friend, but you seem closer than that. Otherwise, he wouldn't be struggling in there so much. Really, really close... »

What seemed fascinating to the creature deeply bothered him. He preferred not to answer and evade the subject. Denial was sometimes very convenient. A small "friendly" slap waved his cheek. « Anyway, you can leave if you want. I never said you weren't allowed to leave...

- Really ? »

The hope in his voice made the twinkling green pupils glow. He scowled. « ... You lie. You're kidding me, you'll kill me if I go out.

- Won't you try your luck? »

He went behind the chair and rolled it forward so quickly that Mike tipped over and was forced to stand facing the door. The creature whispered in his pierced ear. « I'll stay there very quietly, I promise. It was just for fun, you know... I'm very grateful to you for freeing me... »

He touched a piercing in his ear with amusement. Mike stepped forward, a lock of black hair caressing the creature's palm.

It's a fucking trap. A trap, a trap, a trap. Stop being stupid.

He opened the bedroom door. Barely a few steps separated him from the corridor of the building. The apartment was not very big. He was good enough for both of them.

He’ll KILL you. He'll kill you and bury you, and you'll end up like Jack and everyone else in the desert. Run. Run. RUN.

The heaviness on his back was immeasurable. An invisible thread connected him to the bedroom. He didn't turn around. If he turned around, the spell would be broken. If he turned around, he wouldn't have the courage to run away. It seemed to him that the thing behind his back was moving, smiling even more. He’s coming for you.

Sulfur smell and deadly eyes.

He stopped breathing and rushed down the hall. The few meters seemed endless. He bumped violently into the door frame and tripped over a forgotten pair of sneakers. His mind was screaming to burst his eardrums.

RUN. RUN. RUN.

He was one step from the front door. His fingers were already looking for the doorknob.

Oh, and what about Jace then ?

« Mike ? »

The voice cut him off. He stood paralyzed, about to open the door. He could still tackle everything and leave. Get the police or some exorcists. Jace was doomed anyway.

He realized he was shaking, amost peeing himself. His vision was blurry. He rejected the idea with all his might. But the voice behind him had regained its natural accent. No longer honeyed, no longer dangerously cruel. Something more human.

It was just Jace's voice.

He let go of the doorknob and finally managed to turn around. Messy hair, big blue eyes—Jace gave him a stare devoured by incomprehension. Something like pain passed through his eyes. Mike opened his mouth, remained silent. He didn't know what to say.

And closed the door.

[nimdreams]

My Awakening

Written November 2, 2021

When I was around 9 years old, I came across the comics Elfquest in the library with some friends of mine. We all loved this series. The art was beautiful and the characters were enchanting. My friend who was good at art, loved the style and me.. I awakened.

I don't remember much of it since it's such a long time ago. I always felt.. different. I wasn't quite like my peers and they had to teach me a lot about social propriety. When I read the Elfquest comics, I felt a recognition. I was an elf, like them. It was the start of a secret self image, something I had to keep hidden deep within myself and not share with anyone or they'd think I was weird and that would hurt incredibly much as it would be a rejection of my truest self.

I continued to love the Elfquest series and bought any comic parts I could find. But even though the Wolfriders had made me realize I was a feral elf, I also felt like I was different from them. They were half wolves and bound to wolves and even though I went through a wolf phase I knew that it wasn't a part of my self image. So I started looking for my animal half. It must've been a year later maybe when I started to identify as a voself (foxelf).

I can't remember why fox. How that started. It was around the time when Pokémon came out and my favorite was Vulpix a fox pokémon. It could've also been something else, some other way I connected to foxes.

It's really too bad I don't remember it now, I really wonder how voself became such a strong identity of mine. And yet I was always more skeptical about my fox identity, I remember a lifetime of searching for my "real" animal self while continuously landing back on fox and keeping my voself self image.

I really want to focus more on foxes, I need to self reflect and figure out why I keep dismissing them and reclaiming them. There is clearly something there that I should work out.

I continued to have my foxelf identity in the back of my mind as the years went by until I reached my 20s. At this time I was still undiagnosed with my autism and as I grew into adulthood I felt like it was time to stop being childish. To stop viewing myself as non-human, I was a human and I had to start thinking I was one and accept it. I suppressed my foxelf identity and started masking my unknown autism until I literally became so physically and mentally ill that I couldn't continue like that anymore.

I got my autism diagnosis and decided to stop masking and letting myself be my true me. Whoever that was cause I had quite lost myself.

I am still physically ill, chronically, and disabled. My world is very small. But as the years go by, I have become myself again. I'm still learning. Because of the pain and fatigue in my body, I can't really do much in a day but hang around in bed or on the couch. It has given me a lot of time, too much time really, to think about things. And self reflection is good but you also need to live life and have experiences, which is difficult for me in my state. I have at times done too much thinking to the point where I drove myself crazy, wondering who I really was and what labels really fit me. Thinking in negative downward spirals. I'm learning to let go a little now, and to feel more and focus on my body, a place that I have avoided out of fear for my agony.

I have tried to reclaim my foxelf identity a few times since joining the alterhuman community. Using it, but then switching it with other labels. It doesn't matter much what label I use, I am that foxelf child still. But I no longer have to keep it a secret. I am great just the way I am.

[ithappensblog]

nice to meet you

Hi, I’m Jenny and welcome to my blog. In this post, I want to share with you some of the highlights and challenges of my life so far, and how I’m trying to find my purpose and happiness in this world.

I’m almost 34 years old and still struggling to figure out my life. Aren't we all? I’ve gone to school for a diploma program in Medical Laboratory Technician/Phlebotomy, a diploma program for Accounting Technician, and started my Human Resource Management diploma program too. I’ve always wanted to be an RN but, life and my body had other plans for me. I’ve always been interested in learning new things and pursuing different careers, and I've finally found one which fulfills me. I have a really good job now, but I’m not really supposed to talk about what I do so I’m going to leave that part out, but it’s finally something I’m good at and something I enjoy doing. It pays well and gives me flexibility and stability. It also challenges me and allows me to use my skills and creativity.

I have a husband who I’ve been with for 10 years now. Jason has helped me grow into a much better person and loves me unconditionally. He supports me in everything I do and encourages me to follow my dreams. I have 2 stepsons who have given me a run for my money but I still love them both at the end of the day. They are growing up so fast and I’m proud of the young men they are becoming. After an incredibly challenging fertility journey, I have my almost 5 year old daughter who is bright, caring, funny, and wise beyond her years. She is the light of my life and the reason I smile every day. I always tell her she saved my life, and it's true, but I won't tell her how until she's much older.

I have a passion for traveling and exploring new places. We try to do a big family vacation once a year and just this year decided that one trip a year should be spent nurturing our relationship. I love animals and have two dogs and three cats who keep me company and make me laugh. I’m on a journey to self love after spending my entire life as an overweight underdog. I’ve struggled with my body image and self-esteem for as long as I can remember, but I’m learning to accept myself and love myself for who I am. I have a daughter now, and I owe it to her to be kind to myself as the way I behave in front of her will be a reflection of how she treats her own body.

I live with many invisible illnesses both mentally and physically but try my best to get through every day. Some of the conditions I deal with are anxiety, depression, PTSD, OCD, ADHD, insulin resistent PCOS, Chronic Kidney Disease, chronic fatigue syndrome, migraines, and more. Yeah, I know, it fucking sucks. But, I'm definitely not here to gain pity for my health problems. By looking at me, you'd think the only problem I'd had in my life was enjoying one too many cheeseburgers. Some days are better than others, but some days are really hard. I try to be positive and optimistic, but sometimes I feel hopeless and overwhelmed. I’m grateful for the support of my family, friends, doctors, therapists, and online communities who help me cope and understand that I’m not alone.

I grew up in Guelph, Ontario and ventured back to Sudbury, Ontario after leaving my now ex-husband which was the best decision I’ve ever made. He was an interesting choice to say the least, and for the longest time I felt so trapped. It took me a long time to gather the courage to leave him, but when I did, I felt free and empowered. It was a turning point in my life that led me to meet my current husband and start a new chapter.

I’m thankful for this beautiful life I live. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. And it’s full of love, laughter, learning, adventure, growth, gratitude, and hope. Thank you for reading this post even though you're probably rolling your eyes at yet another new overnight brainchild. But I'm going to try to use this as an outlet to heal and grow from the shit life throws my way, and hopefully inspire others to do the same along the way.

[pasamba-is-music]

Smino - Smeezy Dot Com (Review)

Smeezy Dot Com is the debut mixtape by St. Louis rapper/singer Smino. He released it in 2012 after his name change from C.Smi to Smino, and to commemorate the creation of his website of the same name.

I became a Smino fan when I went to college and needed music to listen to on the bus or in the library. I had listened to Noir before in high school -- I liked it but I never thought to go back through his catalogue until then. At college, I finally listened to his debut album blkswn and it practically changed my life. Smino and Monte Booker instantly became some of my biggest musical inspirations and my favorite musical act of all time -- a feeling that has only gotten stronger over the past year I've been a Smino fan. After getting into him I started to dig through his older work like blkjuptr, She Already Decided and Sick! Sick! Sick! -- I enjoyed these, but this whole time I was ignorant to what is the rarest body of work Smino has ever put out.

Smeezy Dot Com is not available on any streaming platforms (including Soundcloud). I had to go digging for this album through Smino's old tweets and was given this mediafire link.

The most notable thing to consider when listening to this mixtape is that it is entirely self-produced. This was created before Smino had gone to Chicago, Il. and met Monte Booker and the rest of what would become Zero Fatigue. If you're familiar at all with Smino's style of production ... let's just say producing isn't his strong point. None of the beats are particularly bad, but more-so generic. It's got that signature 2000s hip hop blend of hard drums, keyboard synths, and the occasional sample flip that's overproduced to the point of sounding like another generic Billboard hit.

Smeezy Dot Com wears its influences on its sleeve -- the most obvious being Kanye West and Lil Wayne. Smino interpolates many bars from both artists: "everybody wanna listen to Weezy and Yeezy. And oh yeah Smeezy"

The signature Smino sound that his fans are used to is pretty absent on this tape. The body of work is very rap focused, with little to no singing present. The beats sound like the generic hip hop instrumentals you'd hear from the early 2000s, akin to the sounds of early Kanye, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, etc. It's such a strange contrast to the soulful, laidback sound that he's known for these days and it honestly doesn't work for him. Today, we know how talented Smino is as a rapper, singer, and writer. But in his early career he was still learning and finding his sound. There are some fun bars here and there on this tape that shows Smino's character and ability early on, but the flows aren't nearly as iconic as they would soon become on later works.

Overall, the tape isn't nearly his best work. But, I don't think it needs to be. Despite this tape not being incredible, I do think it has incredible value for any Smino fan. Comparing this tape to something more recent he's done like Luv 4 Rent is a beautiful thing to see. Smino came from such humble beginnings as a musician, and to see his incredible growth from a somewhat generic rapper to one of the most infectious voices in hip hop and rnb is something to admire.

As an artist, I sometimes get discouraged by the quality of my work as it currently is. Being 19 and in music school, I constantly feel so much more inferior to my musical peers who have found greater success than me either artistically or commercially at such a young age. I look at the work they're putting out now and think "if I'm not sounding that good at the same age as them, then what's the point?" But then I take a look at some of my favorite artists' earlier works and realize that success and artistic growth doesn't come overnight.

Smino released Smeezy Dot Com over 10 years ago at the age of 21. It got barely any traction and these days nobody ever considers it when discussing his catalogue, and for good reason. Smino dedicated himself to his craft and his growth as an artist, and any doubters who might have listened to this tape were soon proven wrong by the incredible quality his work soon had when he grew more not just as an artist, but as a human. Going from surface level bars over generic beats to writing beautiful love songs over heartwarming instrumentals is something that deserves admiration -- and I believe that it's the true ideal that artists should be looking towards when thinking about the progression of their careers.

You may start off on the wrong foot in your career and not even know it. But your art will eventually lead you down a path to creating what you were meant to create, and will fall on the right ears, at the right time, in the right way.

<3

[storedapear]

Detoxing: My Journey Through 5 Different Methods (And What I Learned)

Detoxing has become one of the most popular trends in health and wellness, but is it really as effective as people claim? With social media influencers, celebrities, and even friends swearing by various detox methods, it can be hard to know what works and what doesn’t. I decided to put five different detoxes to the test to see if they’d help me feel refreshed, energized, and “cleansed” as promised. Spoiler alert: detoxing isn’t just about your body—it's also about your mind and lifestyle!

Misconceptions About Detoxing

Before I jump into my experiences, let’s clear up a common misconception: your body is already really good at detoxing itself. Your liver, kidneys, skin, and lungs all work hard every day to eliminate toxins from your body. So why do we feel the need to detox?

Much of it comes down to social media and the pressure to look and feel a certain way. It’s easy to see a friend post about a juice cleanse and think, “I need to do that too!” But often, feeling sluggish or bloated isn’t a sign that you need a detox—it could just mean you need to adjust your diet, get more sleep, or manage your stress levels. While detoxing can be a useful way to reset your habits, jumping into extreme cleanses without understanding your body’s needs can leave you feeling worse, not better.

With that in mind, here’s what happened when I tried five different detox methods.

The 5 Detox Methods I Tried

1. The Juice Cleanse

Juice cleanses are probably the most famous detox method out there. They promise to help you feel lighter, more energized, and “cleaned out.” For me, it didn’t go quite that smoothly. By the end of day one, I was hungry—really hungry. I had intense cravings for solid food, and my energy levels dropped. Although I did feel a bit lighter by the end, it wasn’t without some serious mood swings and irritability. The takeaway? Juice cleanses can be tough and may not be worth the hype unless done with a clear understanding of your body’s needs.

2. Herbal Detox Tea

Herbal detox teas are marketed as gentle, natural cleansers for your body. I expected it to be relaxing, but instead, I found myself constantly running to the bathroom! It felt like my body was working overtime. While it did help with hydration, the experience was a little overwhelming, and I’m not sure if it actually did much in terms of detoxifying my body. For those considering detox teas, I’d recommend being cautious—especially since some brands contain strong laxatives that can be hard on your system.

3. Detox Water

Detox water, where you infuse water with fruits, herbs, and sometimes vegetables, is a trend that’s all over Instagram. It’s refreshing and makes staying hydrated a little more fun. I enjoyed sipping on it throughout the day, but to be honest, I didn’t notice any dramatic changes in how I felt. Detox water is great for flavoring your daily water intake and keeping you hydrated, but don’t expect it to work miracles.

4. Digital Detox

The digital detox was by far the most interesting method I tried. For a week, I stayed off social media, avoided unnecessary phone use, and focused on being present. At first, I felt disconnected—like I was missing out on something. But as the days went on, I started to enjoy the break. I spent more time reading, cooking without distractions, and going for walks. By the end of the week, I felt mentally lighter and less stressed. This detox made me realize how much I rely on my phone and how much more present I can be in my daily life when I unplug.

5. Food Elimination Diet

The food elimination diet was the most challenging of all the detoxes. I had to cut out dairy, gluten, sugar, and a few other common allergens to see if any were causing issues like bloating or fatigue. It was hard to give up my favorite foods, but by the end, I learned that I have a mild intolerance to dairy. This information has been incredibly valuable, helping me make smarter food choices moving forward. For anyone dealing with digestive or energy issues, a food elimination diet can be a helpful tool for understanding your body better.

What I Learned From My Detox Journey

The most surprising thing I learned was that detoxing isn’t just about what you put into your body—it’s also about what you let into your mind. The digital detox, in particular, opened my eyes to how much time I waste on my phone and how much better I feel when I take a break from it. Detoxing can be a holistic experience, one that helps you reset your habits and reconnect with what really matters.

The juice cleanse? It was tough and probably not something I’d do again. The herbal tea and detox water were fun but didn’t produce any noticeable results. The food elimination diet taught me a lot about my body’s needs, and the digital detox was a game-changer for my mental well-being. Ultimately, detoxing isn’t just about removing toxins—it’s about creating balance in your life.

Book Recommendations for Deeper Insights

Want to dive deeper into the world of detoxing and wellness? Here are some great books to check out:

The Detox Prescription by Woodson Merrell, M.D. – A comprehensive guide to detoxing that combines traditional medicine with holistic practices.

The New Health Rules by Dr. Frank Lipman – This book offers simple, powerful advice for leading a healthier life without overcomplicating things.

The Elimination Diet by Alissa Segersten & Tom Malterre – A practical guide to discovering food sensitivities through elimination diets, complete with recipes and tips.

Final Thoughts and Call to Action

Have you tried any detox methods? What worked for you and what didn’t? I’d love to hear about your experiences in the comments below or on social media! And if you're ready to take your health to the next level, visit www.dapear.com for premium nutrition products that will help fuel your best self. 🌱💪

[yakultstrawberrygreentea]

Life update

I’ve been putting a bunch of work into looking for a new job and it’s exhausting. On the other hand, it’s made me see how far I’ve come and how much I’ve accomplished. It’s rough trying to get a job that pays well without a degree but I’m hoping my experience pays off. I genuinely feel like I deserve better than this job and I want a healthier environment to work in.

My partner and I are about 1-2 months away from hitting a full year. It’s insane how much things have changed. I still get excited to see him and my cat gets even more excited to see him every time. He buys treats and new toys for her all the time and she is obsessed with him. He recently bought me a new table stand so I can have the option to turn my table into a standing table. I decided to buy a new desk chair to compliment my table as well. We are still trying new things, new foods, and new experiences. He confessed to me he’s been thinking of how to celebrate our first year together and it’s a sweet date that he planned. I thought that after months of dating he would chill out a bit but no, hes still obsessed with me in tiny ways. He falls asleep holding my hand. If Im far from him, he always scoots much closer to me. He kisses the back of my hand and holds it to his cheek. He tolerates me biting him like moo deng. He invites me to every single event he goes to even if I insist it’s okay for him to have friend dates. He lets me have my sweet treats and never makes me feel bad about my body. He’s obsessed with me in tiny wholesome ways. He just always wants to be around me because he enjoys my company. Lately things have gotten more serious on accident? I accidentally called him my spouse. His dad joked that I’m his wife and asked how I was. He had a dream that he was marrying me but the focus wasn’t on the marriage but getting errands done for the wedding. It’s weird. With my ex I was super hesitant to marry. With my current guy it just feels right even though I’m not ready yet financially. Things are still incredibly new but it has fallen together so nicely. I’m happy. And his touch makes me feel safe.

Also I started the weight loss injections. My goodness has the stomach problems been insane. I upped the dose and I have a feeling I need to up the dose again. I feel the changes from the dosage change but I don’t feel like it’s enough. I haven’t lost any weight. I’ve tried to be better with food and I’ve been a little better but I haven’t had much time to work out. The injections make me feel so damn fatigued and I’ve been emotionally drained from work drama. I’ve definitely decreased portion sizes and I don’t get hungry as often. My belly is changing shape. I don’t know if the injections are still helping or if it’s just a fruitless experiment. Either way I hope I lose at least 40 pounds. My real goal is 50 but I will be excited if I lose even 10.

[flying-health]

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waves

everything comes in waves. 

bear with me a minute on this post, i promise it will come around to something if not profound, at least interesting.

sometimes i do weird little challenges with myself. i’m sure i’m not alone in doing this, but some of mine probably are more extreme than the average persons. 

for a number of years i decided that i wasn’t going to pee on an airplane. i have no idea why i decided to do this. it probably wasn’t good for my bladder. it served no real purpose. but that isn’t the point of this post and i stopped doing it by the way. 

the point of this post, is what i learned from that struggle. i noticed that in the sometimes 14 hours i would be conscious and refusing to pee - again please don’t worry about the details, i have stopped this practice - there would be periods where the urge to pee was almost overwhelming. where i wasn’t sure if i could make it any longer. where my body would have little involuntary shakes. but then without explanation, this would invariably pass. my body would relax again. all of sudden i felt comfortable again. the wave had passed.

ok this sounds crazy - yes i agree. it was fucking crazy. i was young. but i still learned from it, which is cool in retrospect. 

and the weird thing was that i noticed the same pattern in other aspects of my life. 

i work 24-32 hours shifts. sometimes i get to sleep during those nights, but other times i don’t. the next day is almost always difficult. i don’t sleep afterwards, because i found that that disruption of my normal hours was worse for me than sleeping. so i started staying awake the whole next day and i noticed something interesting. 

there would always be periods where i felt incredibly tired. like i couldn’t go on without sleeping. but if i was able to get past this fleeting urge, i would always find new energy. the seemingly insurmountable fatigue i felt just 20-30 minutes before had suddenly and inexplicably vanished. of course there was a point where this was no longer tenable, but i started to see that like that prior urge to pee, the urge to sleep also seemed to come in waves. 

somehow this weird stupid observation i had began to become a metaphor for other aspects of my life. when you feel down, beaten, struggling, whatever emotion you can imagine, you must ride it out. you are just being held down by a wave. but waves always pass. and acknowledging this makes all the difference.

sure some days the ocean is calm and others it intense. it pounds and beats you. those are the days the days that might forget what it felt like to float on top of the water. but if you can remind yourself that the waves will pass, that things will get better, then that thought will always become your reality. 

so next time you feel beaten, and that you can’t struggle anymore - that’s ok. relax and enjoy the ride. you’ll pop back up on the other side of that wave soon enough. 

[titan-fodder]

Back to Baseline (Miche Zacharias x Reader)

Rating: E (explicit)

Count: 5.4k

Warnings: female-bodied&female-identifying reader, established relationship (marriage), small spats/tension, a lot of relationship reflection (all good, they are actually very healthy), sexual content, 69ing, silliness, coming separately, sex toys, cum play, a lot of real life inspiration 💕

A/N: this is my contribution to the better than fiction collab that I (sort of) helped co-host with @spacelabrathor! please please check out the whole masterlist because tumblr needs more vanilla content if I’m being totally honest.

this was so much fun to write, I banged it out in a day. It’s pretty self-indulgent, and I based quite a bit of it off my irl marriage just because the theme here is realism, and also my husband and I are pretty good at the whole relationship thing tbh. anyway, hope you enjoy some more soft Miche content from me~

The house looks as it always does–dirty work boots by the door, a cardigan hanging from the hook your keys should be on, blankets thrown over the back of the couch, a fresh takeout box on the coffee table. The dogs are curled up on the loveseat, and the TV is playing an episode of the adult animation you’ve seen a dozen times before. 

 Everything looks as it always does, but it feels different. A certain tension hangs over you and your husband, one neither of you are used to, one neither of you enjoy, and it’s been permeating the space between you for days now. 

 A busy week left little time for the two of you to see or even speak with each other, Miche tied up with the new jobsite while you’ve been bogged down with deadlines. Communication dwindled which made room for tiny miscommunications, careless comments born of fatigue, and now the two of you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, refusing to open your mouths in fear of words being misconstrued once again. 

 You have to admit, though, even bickering seems better than silence.

 Worrying your lower lip, you reach for the remote and try, “We’ve seen this one a lot. Wanna change it to something else?”

 Miche shrugs, and you sigh, dropping your hand and deciding to just leave the TV alone.

 “What?” he grunts, and when you shake your head, he asks again, “What?”

 “Nothing, babe. Fuck, I just breathed.”

 “No, you did one of your heavy sighs. There’s a difference.”

 Fighting off a groan of frustration, you shut your eyes, reprimanding yourself for disturbing the frail peace. As it turns out, the silence had been better. 

 You stand up in a swift motion, grabbing the leftovers to stick them in the fridge, relaxing a bit as you put distance between you and Miche.

 There is no resentment or anger. Just annoyance. And, for no real reason. 

 The two of you have been married for almost five years, and honestly, it’s been perfect–absolutely incredible. Miche just gets you, and you get him. 

 For most of your life, you listened to older couples preach about what hard work relationships take, and while you can appreciate that effort must be made, it isn’t hard to put forth said effort because you know it’ll end up benefiting you and your partner in the long run.

 Talking with Miche is something you can do with ease, and it always has been. You’ve never had issues in communicating your wants or needs, and the man is so laid back that when you suggested he make himself a little more emotionally available, he did so without protest. He was a little goofy about it at first, almost poking fun when he’d come home from a long day, sigh, and confess in a comically whiny voice, “I think I need to snuggle or cry or something,” but now he has no qualms with trudging into the bedroom and asking sincerely, “Can I hold you for a while tonight?”

 It’s the shit like that that makes marriages last, you think–being receptive and respectful. That, and the cup in the kitchen full of popsicle sticks scribbled with the names of nearby restaurants because Jesus fuck, talk about a life saver. You can’t make decisions to save your life, and considering Miche is the epitome of, “Followin’ you, babe,” the mealtime conversation was always draining. So, thanks, Pinterest.

 You’re best friends. You laugh when he laughs, and you cry when he glowers, and you can talk for hours when given the chance. You get along with his friends, he gets along with yours, and while you have some similar interests, the real beauty of your relationship shows through your differences and how you both appreciate them. Miche has taught you so much about so many things, and he gives you the same opportunities to teach him as well, always curious to learn more about you and what has your attention at the present time.

 Sometimes you wake up next to him and wonder if he was actually hand-crafted for you specifically because he fits you so perfectly, balances you where you need to be balanced and complementing you where you need to be complemented, not so much a yin to your yang–more like the serenity to your turbulence. You are not easy to manage (you know that better than anyone after trying and failing to do so your entire life), but Miche loves and takes care of you as if he was put on this earth to do just that, and you wonder how the fuck you could get so lucky because it doesn’t make sense–

 “What is going on?”

 His deep voice shakes you from your little reverie, and you blink across the kitchen island to find him braced on his elbows and staring at you with those soulful green eyes. His expression makes your chest clench, and you try to swallow past the tightness in your throat with little success. 

 You aren’t mad at him. He hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re just not connecting, and that fact alone has you irritated. You haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in nearly a week, haven’t felt his strong arms around you in just as long, and it’s starting to wear on you. 

 “I don’t know,” you mutter. “We’re both just tired, I guess.”

 “Well, that’s not gonna change anytime soon,” Miche says with a click of his tongue, “but this–” he motions between the two of you, “–this does need to change. Last thing I wanna do when I get home is walk on eggshells all evening, so let’s just… get it out.”

 Letting out a humorless laugh, you hold your hands out by your sides. “There’s nothing to get out, babe. I’m not mad at you or anything. We’re just in a weird place right now and both super stressed so, like…” He doesn’t look entirely convinced, so you raise an eyebrow and remind him, “Miche, if I was legitimately mad at you, you’d know it.”

 “Fair.” 

 You aren’t the type to scream and throw things, but you are the type to sit down and cry and tell him exactly what happened to make you upset. After a shitty past relationship, you made a vow to yourself to never let things fester, which means Miche does not have the luxury of the cold shoulder. No, he just gets tears and hiccups and you stuttering, “I just feel like…” about a hundred times until you finally manage to voice the real issue you’ve taken with him.

 He must be some kind of saint for putting up with you.

 That said, you don’t fight often. The open line of communication means as soon as something rubs you the wrong way, one of you says something about it, and it gets clarified. That takes care of ninety percent of problems, you’ve both come to find. 

 When that line is suddenly closed, though, due to schedules or emergencies, things get a little muggy–you both fall out of rhythm, no longer on the same page, and that is when actual, serious arguments happen. In the years that you’ve been with Miche, you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve fought. The two of you have had some lively discussions before, but any time the energy shifts into something more serious, both of you pick up on it and pause, say something along the lines of, “Hold on, let’s step back for a second,” with shaky, sorry smiles. 

 You aren’t on the verge of a lively discussion currently, though. The rate things are going, the amount of times you’ve snapped at each other in the past week over stupid shit (the twist-tie for the bread being left out, your shoes under the coffee table instead of by the door, etc.), you and your husband are well on your way to a fight. 

 Unless you can put a stop to it here and now. 

 “What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” Miche asks, still watching you from the other side of the counter top.

 You give a nebulous wave and a little, “I dunno,” because as much as you’d like to just crawl into bed and start over tomorrow, you know that isn’t an option. “I got, like, zero work done today, so–”

 “Let’s take a bath.”

 Cocking your head, you squint and state, “You hate baths.”

 He does. He likes all the floral soaps and bath bombs you get from the little shop in the mall, but as far as actually sitting in the ceramic tub–the man constantly complains about being able to feel his bones scraping together while curled around you. 

 “I don’t hate them,” he tries, and it earns him a tiny, knowing smile. “They’re uncomfortable because I’m tall, but you like them.”

 “I do, and you know,” you start, slowly making your way out of the kitchen toward him, “You’d probably like them more if we got a bigger–”

 “I know, I know, whirlpool tub, it’s on the very long to-do list.”

 Miche is hesitant to reach out for you, almost timid when he takes your hand and pulls you close to him. It hurts you, makes you feel like you need to apologize, but you haven’t done anything wrong. Neither has he. No one is in the wrong here, but no one is in the right either. 

 “You still have some stuff from that frou-frou shop you like?” he asks.

 You answer, “Yes,” with a roll of your eyes, mumbling an amused, “Don’t act like you don’t like that frou frou shop.”

 The TV is turned off, and you walk with Miche to your shared bedroom, slowly undressing and feeling shy about it for the first time in God knows how long. It seems like forever since you’ve felt his hands on you, even in innocent ways, so when he wraps them around your hips under the warm spray of the shower, you shiver. 

 Miche insists on washing the day from him before soaking in a tub, something you’ve never quite understood since every bath has to end in a shower to rinse all the excess soap away. He’d mentioned once how he hates the idea of sitting in his own filth, and you’ve never questioned him since. It just makes the bath routine a little more tedious than necessary in your opinion. 

 But, if it means being able to lean against his broad chest while soaking in rose and jasmine, you suppose the wasted water is worth it.

 You hear Miche hiss when his back comes in contact with the cold tiles of the wall, can practically feel him grit his teeth when the ceramic digs into his hips and ankles. Knees are bent on either side of you, and you slowly sink back into him, letting him get used to your added weight as it pushes him further into the tub. Only when one of his hands settles on your tummy do you relax fully.

 The bath is very warm, a sweet, herby aroma swirling in the air just as petals swirl in the water. It’s a tight fit–Miche really is too large for this tub–but it’s comforting to you. You’ve always enjoyed deep pressure on your body, tight hugs and weighted blankets, and this is no different. 

 “Tell me about your week,” he says, and you can tell by the slight curve of his body that he’s resting his head against the wall behind him. “New project, right?”

 Nodding, you briefly tell him about the manuscript you were sent and how reading it alone feels like pulling teeth. 

 “Editing is a nightmare. Reminds me of peer editing in basic composition classes,” you complain.

 Miche chuckles, his thumb stroking just above your navel as he listens to you talk about how it isn’t an especially long piece, but it’s taking up extra time just because of how poor the quality is, and you can already tell it’s setting you behind for the next job you have sitting on your hard drive. 

 Once you’ve vented most, if not all, of your frustrations about the publishing company you work for, you urge Miche to tell you about how the new job is going. He’s got an idiot foreman with no experience actually heading a crew, and a vendor the company has never used before, so this whole first week has been an absolute clusterfuck. 

 “Thank god I’ve got Levi as my assistant on this one. If Dot had given me Gel again, I think I would’ve walked off the site completely a couple days ago. Almost did before Levi caught me.” He seems to laugh at the memory, your body moving with his as Miche recalls his coworker shooing him into his office and telling him to cool down after blowing up at at an electrician for not following OSHA guidelines. 

 “Can see why you’ve been stressed then,” you hum, loose where you sit in the water. 

 Chatting has been nice, even if it is just about work. It feels like you’ve missed out on so much just by not making small talk over dinner or through evening hobbies. It’s been so quiet between the two of you, and… you missed this. 

 “I’m sorry things’ve been so weird,” you sigh, running your hand up and down Miche’s calf, feeling the coarseness of his hair and scratching over the curve of muscle further down. 

 “Mm, not your fault,” he counters, holding you flush against him and speaking just above your ear. “Don’t apologize.”

 The water has been cooling for some time, but the moisture trapped between your skin is still very hot, and when you move a certain way, you feel Miche’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against your back. He groans when you repeat the motion, warning, “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, sugar.”

 You grin, turning to look over your shoulder at an odd angle and assuring, “Oh, I can finish. Question is, can you?”

 “Probably quicker than I’d like since it’s been a while,” Miche laughs before pushing you forward enough for you to stand up. 

 Both on your feet, you rinse off again then towel away any water droplets left behind, Miche bringing one of the towels into the room and leaving it at the foot of the bed before crowding you onto the mattress. 

 His shaggy hair is still very damp, hanging in his eyes until you push it away just in time to meet him in a kiss, and your whole body lifts with it, peace finally restored as his lips move with yours. It’s natural, it’s instinct, it’s the two of you in your most basic forms, locked at the mouths while hands roam free. 

 Miche crawls further up the bed with you until a loud yelp startles both of you, the smaller of your two dogs jumping from the place in the blankets he had apparently been hiding, scurrying away into the living room as Miche calls out a regretful, “Oh, sorry, bud!”

 “For the best,” you tell him. “At least he won’t be scarred now.”

 “The things these dogs have seen, honestly… They’re probably traumatized already.”

 You both get comfortable on your sides, facing one another, and you kick a leg over Miche’s hip, sucking in air when he brushes fingers over your folds. One of your arms is pinned beneath your own weight, but you have just enough range to wrap your hand around your husband’s cock, already half hard and easy to stroke to the point of straining. 

 Miche’s groan is low, rattling around your head as he rocks his hips into your hand, his fingertips feather light on your sensitive skin and making you throb for him. 

 His tongue slips into your mouth every now and again, but most of your kisses remain close-lipped save for the occasional nip and bite until you’re panting into him and gripping him tighter. Precum keeps beading at his tip, and you swipe over it again and again, smearing it over the flare of his cockhead before deciding you’d prefer to lick it away.

 “You ready for me to suck you off?” you ask despite knowing the answer.

 Miche nods but stops you before you can slide down his torso, instead suggesting, “Let’s just sixty-nine. Want my face in your pussy now.”

 Snorting, you very carefully position yourself over him, careful not to break his nose or kneel on his hair, and once he positions you just where he wants you, you lean over and grab his swollen cock, guiding it to your mouth as he grips your thighs and pulls you downward. 

 You gasp as soon as you feel his tongue on you, way more sensitive than you thought you’d be. It makes you pull up and away only for Miche to lock you into place. 

 “Fuck, babe–” you laugh only for it to go shrill again when he latches onto your clit.

 He turns his head just enough to tell you to relax, the brush of his facial hair over your folds making you twitch, then pulls the little bud back into his mouth.

 For a few moments, you buck with every flick of his tongue, almost as if it’s a surprise every time. Then, with a deep breath, you will away the tension in your muscles and allow yourself to go limp, to curl over him and lap at his cock while enjoying the way he eats your pussy from below. 

 When he senses your calm state, Miche loosens his hold on your thighs, simply massaging them, gently scratching over your ass until he’s able to find an angle that allows him to slide a finger into your entrance.

 You groan around him, taking him deeper in your mouth then running your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t swallow all of him, still have a couple inches of clean flesh you just work with your hand, but Miche doesn’t seem to mind, grunting when you squeeze his base and play with his balls. 

 At some point, you raise just enough to voice a wayward thought in your head, laughing as you slur, “You know some people don’t like doing this? Like sixty-nining isn’t–isn’t that popular apparently. People say it’s too much work without enough payoff.”

 Miche turns to nip at your leg, rumbling a lazy, “Those people aren’t doin’ it the right way then,” pausing to lick a thick stripe between your folds and adding, “Don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.”

 He works you until you’re dripping onto his face, loosened by two of his thick fingers. Drool has made your chin sticky, but it’s worth it to hear his groans and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You both hit that point of wanting more at about the same time, Miche helping you off his face and motioning toward the towel. 

 You pass it to him, opting to rinse your face with water and returning just in time to see him make himself comfortable up by the pillows, making sure the blankets are kicked to the ground so that neither of you will get tangled in them. 

 “Oh, don’t forget to turn the fan off,” he says with a nod, and you pull the chain three times then crawl to straddle his hips. 

 “Do you think we need lube?” 

 Miche’s response is to drag his fingers through your slickness once again, making you tug your lip between your teeth. 

 “Not right now, but better to keep it handy,” he smirks, licking his hand clean then lining himself up with your hole. 

 The initial inward push causes your jaw to drop, as it always does, the thickness of his cock stretching you, your gummy walls making room as he slides deeper and deeper. 

 You’re both slow to start moving. You want to feel him, of course, but you’ve learned from past mistakes—going too hard too fast—and you’d really like to not end the night with a heating pad thrown over your hips. 

 So, you rock leisurely, dull nails biting into Miche’s pecs as he strokes your back and keeps himself from bucking. 

 You can feel the tightness in your thighs, a reminder that you failed to stretch before this. The warm bath and foreplay loosened you up some, but not the way downward dog and a butterfly pose does. Everything will still feel good, you just won’t be as bendy tonight as you are on others. 

 Miche begins to bounce you gently, his knees bent behind you, giving you something to lean back on so that he doesn’t fully impale you with every thrust. You reach up to cup your tits as your body rocks up and down, but it doesn’t take long for your husband to replace your hands with his own, squeezing supple flesh and lightly pinching your hard nipples. 

 He braces himself with one arm on the mattress, pushing up toward you to mouth over your chest, leaving a trail of spit that cools quickly and makes you shiver, and then he’s pulling you down for a kiss. The angle he’s hitting inside you has you moaning into his mouth, the press of his cock against your g-spot making your eyes roll and thighs quiver. 

 A loud barking jars you out of your lusty headspace, heart stuttering in your chest as your yappy little mutt devolves into a croaky howl. 

 You stop moving, and Miche gives a couple more thrusts before he also ceases, both of you snickering at the pathetic wails. A siren can be heard in the distance, what must have gotten Remy’s attention in the first place, and you know there’s no use trying to shut the little dog up (plus you really have no right considering you’d recently kicked him out of the nest he made of your bed, how rude), so you just pick back up, panting and laughing until the howling fades into a grumble and then into nothing. 

 You’ve nearly found your rhythm again when you hear more barking outside, and you brace yourself just in time for both Remy and his much larger counterpart, Minnie, to join in, the front room turning into a cacophony of yips and snarls and thunderous bellows from the wolfhound. 

 “Jesus Christ,” Miche groans, shaking his head before focusing in on you again. “Okay, eyes on me. Ignore them.”

 “Kinda hard to ignore,” you giggle, but a sharp upward thrust pushes all the air from your lungs and most coherent thoughts from your head. 

 His cock still feels perfect nestled in your pussy, but… it’s impossible to get lost in the void of pleasure when it sounds like you own a kennel. 

 Miche keeps trying, eyebrows knitting together as he moves you on top of them, but when the barking just keeps going, he ends up calling out, “Minnie! Remy! Shut the fuck up! Papa’s trying to come!”

 You immediately dissolve into laughter, falling to the side and off his cock. Oddly enough, it seems to quiet them, but that only amuses you further, and Miche has to wait out your fit. 

 It lasts just long enough for some of your natural lubrication to dry, and you end up spreading your legs so that Miche can drizzle some water-based lube over your folds, rubbing between them and slipping fingers back inside you then using the same hand to slick himself up again.

 Still laying on your sides, he slides into you from the front, and the curve of his cock presses against that back wall inside you, not quite as pleasing as the opposite but not uncomfortable by any means. It doesn’t make you moan with each shift of your hips, though, and Miche quickly picks up on it and pulls out, maneuvering you onto your back and lifting your legs to push against your chest until you wince. 

 “Sorry,” he breathes, switching tactics and simply throwing both legs over one of his shoulders, placing a kiss on your ankle.  

 He sinks into your heat again, and it doesn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy as he chases his climax. He was right about it not taking a very long time just like he was right about it being a while since the two of you last fucked, and that’s okay—both parts. Truthfully, you aren’t really up for marathon sex anyway, body already growing sore in more ways than one. 

 “‘’m’gonnna come soon, is that okay?”

 “Yeah,” you nod, “Whenever you’re ready, baby, just come inside me.”

 He lets out a desperate sound, moving faster as he pistons in and out of you. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you, damp skin on skin like a lewd and lovely soundtrack that fades into the background as Miche’s whole body goes taut and he spills into you, groaning and swearing and—

 “Ow, fuck, fuck—”

 He’s frowning, cringing, and you watch in confusion as he reaches back to his leg while still moving inside you.

 He presses two knuckles into his calf, and you notice the way his toes are spreading and spasming, a question on the tip of your tongue as he empties his load deep in your pussy. 

 “What do you mean ow?” you prompt when he stills.

 Miche grunts, still massaging his leg, cock accidentally slipping from you in the process, and you make a noise of displeasure as you remember you didn’t put the towel down underneath you. Surely, there will be a mess to clean up. 

 “I get a Charlie horse every time I come,” he tells you in a strained voice, finally breathing out a sigh of relief and relaxing as the cramp fades away. 

 Your eyes almost fall out of your head. “Every time?”

 He nods with a grimace. “Every time.”

 “Good fucking god, dude! Eat a banana!” 

 “I eat plenty of potassium, thank you,” he mouths off with a chuckle. “It’s just a thing that’s always happened.”

 You are appalled. Truly appalled. “That is awful. Why even bother coming? I feel like that would ruin it entirely.”

 Miche shrugs casually. “It’s still worth it, honestly. Especially when I get to come in this pussy,” he says while cupping your mound, dipping his fingertip into your messy hole and teasing you. “Now quit worrying about me and let me help you get off.”

 No protests there. 

 Over your time together, you’ve developed a sort of routine, something that works every time. It took some experimenting, some trial and error because your orgasms can be… tricky. It’s left you self-conscious in the past, worried your partners would get bored or frustrated after trying to make you come for thirty minutes to no avail, but Miche saw it as a challenge from the start, and you knew he was the one when he went down on you for what felt like forever before managing to pull an orgasm from you with his mouth alone. 

 He’d torn that thin line of tissue under his tongue in the process, but he’d grinned in satisfaction even through the discomfort. What a man. 

 It’s much easier to use toys now, and he’s confident enough in himself to not be too bothered by it, still involved as he fucks you with his fingers while you press a vibrator to your clit. He’s so patient, content with watching the way your face changes and your muscles contract. 

 Tonight is more of the same which isn’t disappointing in the least. Miches makes sure your feet stay covered by sheets, having learned that if they get too cold it’ll make it impossible for you to come, and once he ensures they’re safely tucked in, he starts to toy with your pussy.

 You suck in shallow breaths as stimulating vibrations make you twitch, your sloppy cunt clenching while your husband pushes his own cum in and out of you, scissoring his fingers to stretch your hole in a way that makes you feel loose and filthy. 

 One of your more mild fantasies runs like a grainy film in your mind, some exhibitionist bullshit where he fucks you in front of his friends, and as you focus on that and the feeling of his thick fingers making a mess of your hole, the beginnings of your climax set in. 

 It starts with your stomach, muscles contracting as they cave inward. Your toes grow warm, a tingling sensation traveling up your legs, and they spread even further. Arms locking into place, you realize you’ve found that sweet spot with your vibrator, your clit trapped beneath it, and fuck, you imagine him holding you open for his guy friends to see and appreciate, hear the schlick schlick schlick of his cock moving in and out of you, think about the way you’d drip and cream the way you’re doing right now, and oh god, you remember that you’re still stuffed with his cum, that he’s stirring it into your insides, and that’s what does it—that’s what makes you topple over the edge. 

 You moan loudly, hips moving on their own accord as you pull the vibrator away and let Miche fuck you through it. A line of viscous fluid is pushed from your body, but you find you’re no longer worried about the mess. 

 You huff out a quiet, “Okay, okay,” that serves as the signal for Miche to stop, and he pulls his hand away from you then leans forward to kiss your cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom to rinse his fingers. 

 You’re left breathing heavily and nodding to nothing in particular, pussy still spasming as you bask in your high. 

 “That was good,” you hum when he returns, draping the towel over your thighs for you to use when you’re ready. “I needed that.”

 “We needed that,” he corrects, flopping down next to you. “Fuck, we needed that.”

 You can already feel that things have returned to normal. It makes this even sweeter, makes your body warm and your heart content. 

 Miche’s hand settles on your tummy, and he reminds you, “Get up and pee before you doze off.”

 Your response is nothing more than a whine because the last thing you wanna do is move from your spot on the bed.

 But, he’s right. You could probably go for a shower, too (the fucking third one today) as you have a feeling you’re quite slippery between the legs. 

 “Come with meee,” you try. 

 Miche laughs, “To pee?”

 “No,” you smack him lightly in the side. “To shower with me afterward.”

 “Legs too weak?” he teases, smirk lacing his words. 

 “Maybe a little, but I really just wanna like… be close to you for a little while longer.”

 He makes an understanding noise and sits up, urging you to do the same. 

 “Mkay. Go peepee then turn the shower on and I’ll come in.”

 The juvenile term makes you laugh, and you’re so god damn thankful that it’s so easy to do that around him, that he makes it so easy.

 Stoic in public and even around friends and family, Miche opens up when he’s with you—letting his charming, dorky self shine through. He’s mischievous and childish and goofy, and he’s your best friend. 

 You lean over for a kiss. Then another. Then another. 

 “Mm, I love you.”

 He replies by sticking his tongue out and making a fart noise. Typical. 

 “Wow, rude.”

 He smiles crookedly, making the same noise then pecking you on the lips again and finally telling you, “I love you too. Now, go pee!” 

 You scramble off the bed, towel between your legs so that you don’t drip all over the carpet, and Miche has just enough time to slap your ass before you waddle to the bathroom. 

 As soon as the door shuts, you hear the dogs start barking again followed by your husband’s frustrated, “God daaammit.”

 You love it. You love it all. Your stressful job and your silly, noisy dogs. Most of all, though, you love him. 

 Every relationship has ups and downs, you know, but even the downs seem easy with Miche simply because you never doubt him—know you’ll always pull through even stronger than before. 

 The make-up sex (if it can even be called that) is just one of many bonuses.

[zoeykallus]

How do you think the bad batch boys would help their significant other who wants to learn to workout? I’ve decided to start properly exercising for my health and oddly enough one of the things I think about is one of the batchers encouraging me. Except for cross. I feel like he would sit on my back and make me do push-ups.

Interesting question! I thought I did one like this just in spicy, I'm pretty sure I did, but I can't find it somehow (and I'm pretty bummed about it)... PS: you are not entirely wrong about Crosshair.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Workout

Hunter

His main focus is endurance and agility combined with some strength training. Hunter is nimble and fit as a fiddle. He will show you exercises to strengthen your endurance and little tricks to train your reaction speed in combat.

"Endurance is the ability to sustain a performance for an extended period of time despite fatigue and to recover quickly afterwards."

He will do jogging laps and strength training with you, exploring and pushing your limits together.

Echo

Be balanced, stay focused and keep your heart fit. Echo is a fan of cardio and push-ups as well as pull-ups. He doesn't have much of his body left, so most of his own training is limited to his upper body.

"Body control is also very important. Knowing your limits and staying balanced, even when things are going bump and grind. Your body responds when you lose your nerve, when you get shaky you lose body tension and that can be fatal in a fight or on rough terrain"

Echo will do obstacle courses with you, climb with you through rough terrain and show you how to stay focused and balanced.

Wrecker

What he does most is strength training, mainly weightlifting. He knows you can't lift the same as him, don't worry. He's not going to overwork you at all. The strength he has is also in his genes not just in training, he is aware of that.

He takes things slow, small barbell exercises. He shows you the right movements, gives you tips on your breathing and explains to you in which way you stress or train which muscles.

"Don't overdo it. A muscle tear is painful and we don't want that."

He is incredibly patient and playful. Training with him is physically demanding but also very fun.

Tech

Actually, he prefers to challenge your mind. He is in good shape but not nearly as dedicated and persistent in training as his brothers. Unless it's swimming. He's a damn good swimmer and he loves to do it.

"Swimming can definitely be used as an endurance workout if you know how. Of course, it's important to keep an eye on your own safety, maybe have someone with you to keep an eye on you, and never swim too far out in open water, but swim close to the shore in case you cramp or eventually lose strength."

Tech has had back problems from a young age. Slim and tall as he is, he actually has to take care of his training regularly. Swimming is a great way to strengthen his back muscles. However, all other training methods are not his cup of tea.

Crosshair

Fast and agile with an incredible reaction speed. Crosshair is a fast, enduring runner. He'll run with you mainly.

He will be brash and complacent at first if you can't keep up, but he will gradually adapt to you until you slowly catch up and you are on a similar level.

He's going to give you quite the workout, so brace yourself. Mainly he does it to show off a bit. Well, he just likes to impress you. He won't admit that, though.

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