#what even is 'sleep hygiene' it sounds fucking gross

[fushiglow]

if you see me on here at all hours of the day, it's because i average 3-4 hours of sleep per day, taken at a different time each day

i feel fucking fantastic 😃😃😃😃

[lacucarachapisser]

morning bliss colin zabel x f! reader

warning : SMUT but mostly fluff. cringe. unprotected piv. slightly somno. dub-con. um boobs playing. quick nut. morning make out. a little ass spanking. lazy sex. a bit of cockwarming if you squint. lmk if im missing any im really bad at warning. 1.2k wc.

a/n : i’ve never written smut before so, i am so sorry if it doesn’t landed well. and apologies if there are too many grammatical mistakes english isn’t my first.

“for god’s sake, mare. it’s five in the morning.”

colin is on the phone. he complains while massaging his both temples by pressing the fingertips to the line of his eyebrows. you can hear his morning voice jumbled up with annoyance, though he managed to kept his voice down. he told you just last night how exhausted he was because work had been kicking him right in the ass over and over. working overtime, bringing it home, receiving calls in unusual hours, odd schedules, like hell they could stop.

“well… wouldn’t that be a perfect alibi? honestly it can wait,”

what is he talking about? he wakes up and sat at your shared bed, listening to mare’s voice over the phone. it is indeed still dark outside, you haven’t even feel the morning seep through the drapes. both of you slept back-to-back last night, and you still in your position, laying on your left side as your back facing him. there were time when you had to eavesdrop his phone call unintentionally.

you kept your eyes shut closed, pretending to sleep and didn’t bother to flip around because thus only makes him feel guilty— speaking from experience. he doesn’t want to wake you up early. so you stay still, breathing slowly like you always did when you’re asleep.

“give me 30 minutes okay? i need to—“

he stops and you bet that the other person on the phone is interrupting him.

“fine, 20 minutes. whatever.” the call ended in one click and a long exhales come out from colin’s mouth. “fuck me,”

you rarely catch colin saying cuss word in loathed way, and that makes you indeliberately flinch.

he throws his head back to the pillow, hand placing the phone back to the drawer and turns his head towards you. he had a hard time deciding whether he should get up from bed unnoticed or straightly wake you up because he running out of time. and deciding does running out his time.

he scoops your body, spooning you as his hand gently tracing along your waist and the other slipped beneath your underarm. oh does he misses you so much. it was irrational worry that dwelled within him every time he thought about the guilt. mainly because his jobs always interfering his time with you.

“baby..” he breathes in your hair, whispering and sounds extremely stressed, and needy? he hums, voices vibrate in your ears.

you didn’t say anything as you let him hold you from behind, chest pressed against your back. his muscular hand starts rubbing your tummy, up to your chest and squeezing your clothed boobs. and those act itself caught you off guard, which of course made your eyes arise in a wince. now you understand what colin have in mind. he was never a fan of a quick bite. he prefers having you hours, nice and intimate. but seems someone like to try something new to start the day.

“mmh…” your soul barely even there, despite the fact that you listen the whole time when he was on the phone.

he places soft kisses on your bare shoulder, up to your neck and to your jaw. he slightly get up with his elbow, hand still kneading your round breast, trying to get a better access to assault your tits.

as soon as your eyes turn to him, he quickly presses his lips on yours, busy adding some tongue, unbothered by the fact that you both have morning breath. perhaps since he aware of your mouth routine, you normally very much so strict with oral hygiene and you liked to force him to do so. skipping a coffee ritual and have a light bitter saliva to taste for each other wasn’t really that bad at all. and also, you love him anyway. gross? yeah love stinks.

his palm and digits playfully groping your tits, fingertips circle around the texture in the middle. those veiny hands always read your body like a bible, and yes he was greatly intrigued by the shape of your mind but also had a special fondness of your gorgeous chest.

“i promise it’ll be quick,” he turned you around so now you lay on your back, expeditiously spreading your four limbs, locking your arms above your head and found him already between your legs. he didn’t bother to remove your panties, he just brushes aside the fabric that covers your crotch and exposing your pussy.

like the quickest thief, the tip of his length already meet your fold, entering it deep just in case you can quickly adjust to his big hardened cock. he began to thrust you and adding some pace before start kissing and sucking on your collarbone. in between harsh breathing, you manage to speak, though your voice end up a bit squeaky. “what’s gotten into you..?”

his movement gets faster, abusing your throbbing cunt in belligerence way. was he mad at you? however when he looked at you in the eye, it somehow evoking a sense of benevolent yet miserable expression on his face. oh right… he just running out of his time.

with one deep thrust, he touched your most tender spot and you clenched him hard, a big wave of ecstasy start washing over you.

“c-col!”

he whimpered when the end of heavy orgasm hit and pushes himself deep in you for the last time, fill you up nice and full. “i’m sorry baby, i am so sorry. i need you so bad.”

he kisses you on the mouth and you reciprocate it with a lowkey soft smile draw on your face. you found it funny having him needy and thoughtless at the same time. oh your poor man. you hummed sluggishly, eyes closed as you try to recover from the feeling. he always put your first and perfectly fine if you say no. although seeing him being a little selfish like this was one of your top thing on your list.

“that was fast.” you whispered in between kisses.

“told you. i dont have much time,” he suddenly pull away and hide his face on your neck. “i hate my job,”

“no, you don’t,”

“yes i do hate my job,”

“don’t say that. you loved it.”

he peaks at your face and you give him your smile. “not as much as i love you,” he replies lazily.

“shut up,” those three sacred words is often popped up in every moment, somewhat you never expected at all. “how many minutes you have left now?”

“probably 13? 12?”

“do you think we can do another round?”

a sympathetic eye and frowned eyebrows shown on his face contour, lips curled into a ribbon of disappointment with melancholic wrinkles. a low grunt escape from his mouth and he probably think you’d get upset if he refuse. he was about to reply your question but instead you chuckle and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“i’m messing with you…” you poke his nose with your pointer “come on. let’s get up,”

he exhales and shakes his head “no. still too early for you, you go back to sleep.”

“don’t be silly. i need to change the sheets, come on.”

a soft laugh come out from his lips. he gives you last peck on your cheek before finally get out from the bed. you need to readjust your nightgown first before joining him.

“at least let me make you some coffee,” as you walk by passing him, heading to the door out, he smacked your ass and grinning in satisfaction. those makes you jolt but you honestly don’t give a damn. you used to colin’s habit.

“yes ma’am.” the smile on his face subsides slowly as soon as the sound of the clock catch his ears. only if he could just stop it because now he should be ready for duty might slap his ass at any time.

[archangeldyke-all]

what about sevika with reader who has depressive spells where they lack with their hygiene? and reader tries to avoid her because they feel gross and don't want her to see them like that? definitely *not* something i do... just an idea..

anon, there's absolutely no shame in this, i'm the exact same way. the first thing that goes when i'm in a depressive episode is my hygiene. it's normal and common and nothing to be ashamed of. love u babe :) take it easy on yourself.

men and minors dni

you've been in bed for a week. sometimes you get up to pee or grab some chips from the kitchen, but besides that you're in bed, sleeping or crying.

sevika's been asking about you. you don't want her to worry, so you've just been telling her you're sick. you tell her it's a stomach bug, that she shouldn't come over because you don't want to get her sick too.

the truth is, you don't want her to come over because you're depressed as shit, too tired to do anything but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.

the thought of a shower makes you queasy.

brushing your teeth feels like running a marathon.

you know you look like shit. you smell even fucking worse. you just can't help yourself.

there's a knock at your door. you shoot up in bed, your heart pounding in your chest.

you're not expecting anyone. you haven't ordered any packages.

you think maybe it's just solicitors, and you cautiously lay back down in bed.

but the knocking happens again.

followed by sevika's voice.

"baby? you awake?"

tears well up in your eyes.

fuck.

you didn't realize how much you missed her until you heard her voice. now that she's here, standing outside your apartment, it feels like you're falling apart.

sevika must hear your shaky cries, because you can hear the lock of your front door twisting open. you curse yourself for giving sevika a spare key two weeks ago.

you bury yourself under the covers.

"baby?" sevika's voice calls as she closes the door behind her and shoves her boots off. her feet gently pad through your home until she's standing beside your bed. you try to muffle your sobs into the pillow. "baby, what's wrong?" she asks. god, she sounds so worried.

she gently pulls the blankets back, letting out a heartbroken little sound as she looks down at you. you try to hide your face from her view but she stops your hands with a gentle grip around your wrist, gently straddling your body.

"baby, talk to me." she begs as she wipes your tears from your eyes.

with sevika on top of you, you break.

you shoot up to bury your head into her chest, and her arms quickly wrap around your back, holding you against her.

"i'm sorry." you whisper.

"what!? for what?" she asks.

"i'm fucking disgusting. i'm depressed, i can't get out of bed, i can't even take a fucking shower, sev. i don't-- you should leave, i don't want you to see me like this." you say.

sevika holds you until you're out of tears. then, she gently guides you back down onto the bed, plastering her body on top of yours as she peppers kisses all over your face and head.

"you aren't disgusting." she whispers. you scoff, and she grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. "you aren't." she says firmly. you blink up at her as tears well in your eyes.

"i smell like shit." you say wobbily. sevika chuckles.

"yeah. and you look like a little greaseball." she says. you know she's teasing, but it just makes the tears fall. sevika coos at you and kisses your tears up, quickly amending her statement. "that doesn't make you disgusting, baby. nothing could ever make me think that about you." she says.

you sob, your arms shooting up to cling to sevika. "i'm s-s-sorry." you cry. she holds you through it, kissing your tears.

"you've got nothin' to apologize for." she whispers. "i'm sorry i didn't come check on you sooner." she says.

"i told you not to come."

"i know, but it's my job make sure you're okay." she whispers.

"i should be able to take a goddamn shower by myself, sev, i'm a grown fucking--"

"you've got a disease, baby." she says, gently pressing a finger to your lips as she cuts you off. sevika's always been aware of your mental health issues, but she's never seen you struggle like this before. "you can't control it." she reminds you.

"it's so stupid." you protest.

"do you think it's stupid when i get my phantom pains?" she asks. you blink up at her.

"no! sevika, of course n--"

"what makes this any different?" she asks.

this catches you off guard. you've never considered it this way.

sevika smirks down at what must be a shocked expression on your face. "gotcha." she says.

you chuckle. it's the first time you've genuinely laughed in days.

sevika smiles at you like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars.

she swoops down to press a kiss to your lips. you squeak and try to push her away-- you haven't brushed your teeth in a week!-- but she just bats your hands away and kisses you soundly.

she settles into bed beside you, pulling you to her chest, peppering kisses on your head as she rubs a hand up and down your back. "go to sleep." she whispers. "i'll be here when you wake up." she promises.

she keeps her promise. when you wake up, sevika's still holding you.

she helps you out of bed and into the shower. she strips you down, then herself, directing you under the stream and scrubbing away at your skin while you simply stand there. she keeps one hand on your hip at all times, drawing small circles into your skin.

she washes your hair with abundant care, untangling the knots with gentle fingers, then a brush, kissing you each time she pulls on your scalp to apologize.

when she's done, she dries you off and guides you to sit on the toilet. "wait here." she says. you nod, and she presses a kiss to your hair before she leaves for your bedroom.

when she returns, she helps you dress, gently massaging lotion into your skin, kissing each of your limbs after she's done. she helps you to the sink, preparing your toothbrush for you and handing it to you.

"want me to?" she asks, genuinely. like she wouldn't mind brushing your teeth for you. like she wouldn't even bat an eye. it makes you tear up, and you swoop in to kiss her.

"i can do it." you say once you pull away. she smiles at you and holds you as you brush your teeth, pressing a kiss to your head when you spit into the sink, handing you a glass of water when you stand again.

you almost fall to your knees when she leads you back to the bedroom and see that she's changed your sheets for you, and has placed a tray with a bowl of soup and crackers and tea on top of it.

"sevika..." you wobbily say. she blinks down at you.

"i know soup's not exciting, but i thought you were sick so i wanted to bring you the classic--"

"sevika, i'm in love with you." you say suddenly. sevika freezes. you gulp. "sorry, i know it's soon, forget i sai--"

"i'm in love with you, too." sevika whispers.

you swallow against the lump in your throat, a shaky smile forming on your lips. sevika smiles just as shakily back at you, before she kisses you slowly and sweetly.

she pulls away with a dreamy sigh. you grin up at her.

"i would totally jump your bones right now, but my libido isn't exactly--"

"that's okay." she cuts you off. "when you're feeling better." she says as she gently guides you to bed.

she spends the rest of the night spoon feeding you soup and pressing kisses to your head.

in the morning, she makes you breakfast in bed, then takes you on a stroll around the block. the fresh air feels nice.

you aren't better. you probably won't be for a few more days. but with sevika by your side, helping you through your episode, all the impossible little things you've been hiding from start to seem... easier.

everything seems easier with sevika.

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[certifiedbitch777]

New Year, New Me?

Entry Date: 2/2/2024

I am currently 23 years old. The age I always hear carries the most tribulations for our early 20s, which has pretty much been my pain point as I have no idea what I'm doing in life.

Shocking, I know, right?

Before I got my current corporate job, I had so much passion. I want to try out everything in life. I wanted to be a writer, dancer, singer, actor, psychologist - Shit, I even tried to do IT because why the fuck not? I had so much energy and drive I felt like I could conquer the world. And yet, here I am now, and I have no passion, interest, or drive. I'm literally just floating in life right now, not knowing what the fuck to do next.

I'm in survival mode, to be honest. The only thing that is hardwired into my brain is the goal of getting this shmoney.

Despite all this, I still feel lazy since I have no ambition for anything outside of money. My mind is plagued by what I should and shouldn't do and all I can land on is 'I don't fucking know :|'. 

Regardless of this unclarity and lack of ambition, I only want a clear sense of direction. I want to get going already, but I don't know what steps to take. Again, I understand I'm only 23 years old, but still. I need that clarity to take action on a path I know I will be satisfied with, but once again IDFK.

There's no way around this phase at this point; It's inevitable. The only thing I guess I can implement is going on a deep assessment of my life (once again) and reviewing what is and isn't working for me. I've just been avoiding doing this because it is tiring and tedious.

Fuck, maybe I'm just being lazy.

I mean, tbh, it isn't fun; It just sounds like a load of work.

Damn, I think I'm lazy...

I mean, they say it takes 30 to 60 days to break a habit. I'll start looking into my bad habits and see what I can get out of that. 

Here's a list of my current shitty habits that I'll be challenging:

Sleeping before or at midnight: My sleep schedule is terrible for a variety of reasons, but I want to start sleeping before midnight to practice better sleeping habits. For reference, I typically stay up until 3am despite working in the morning.

Waking up before 8am: Okay, so this is mainly to be able to study for my permit (Yes, I'm 23 and don't know how to drive. Who's gonna check me??) and work out. This will also allow me downtime after work (5pm).

Consistent Oral Hygiene: Okay, before y'all supposedly clean freaks call me gross, I'm not saying I don't brush my teeth. I do, and twice a day at that, along with using my Therabreath mouthwash. I just need to be consistent with flossing, specifically at night. I've been getting better at it, but I want to implement it into my daily routine.

Taking Daily Medications: I suck at consistently taking my mood stabilizers, as it just makes me feel dreary and sleepy throughout the day. Since I stopped taking it consistently, my mood hasn't been the best. Needless to say, I'm not gonna do that anymore.

Working Out: I've been athletic for as long as I can remember. However, in recent years, I've been on and off and want to get back to having a snatched waist with a phat dumpy. I'm already comfortable with my current size, but to be back in shape wouldn't hurt. I think I'll be sharing my journey with pictures every so often so that you guys can have a realistic peek into my journey.

Eating Habits: I need to eat healthier, PERIOD. I don't have the worst eating, but it's terrible for me because I'm very impulsive with food and suffer from an eating disorder. I have toggled between binging and starving myself many times in the past, so I want to try to find that sweet spot where I can eat healthily and not feel deprived to the point where I binge.

Prioritize Health: Both physical and mental. I suck at this and, at times, can let work take a toll on my everything. Last year almost broke me, and I don't want this year to be the same. I need to be happy and healthy. No comprising at all.

So yeah, that's my list. Once again, I'm just going to point out I am a lazy girl and I have terrible habits, however, I do want to make a change because I'm really tired of this loop.

I want to reach all of my financial, personal, and career goals this year so badly. The good thing is I have some steps to outline what I need to change. The challenge is pushing through to get the end result :\

Anyway, I will most likely post my initial progress for my journey for working out and do bi-weekly check-ins to track my progress.

This may sound corny, but New Year, New Me?

[iliiuan]

Babylon 5 S1E7 The War Prayer

In which we run into one of my favorite actors and enjoy some very cliche plotlines.

That's an intense episode name.

Delenn is giving homoerotic vibes with this performance artist. (Actually, Delenn gives erotic vibes with quite a few characters, doesn't she? Sinclair, her religious assistant, this performance artist...)

She got branded with the male/female sign. That's just weird. I hope she has an excellent plastic surgeon.

.....did Garibaldi destroy Susan's coffee plant?

A little Centauri family drama. Nice.

Digging into Susan's romantic past, I see. Eight years, eh?

Sounds like the Centauri elite are inbred assholes. Haha Londo hates his wife. Classic "I'm miserable, so you young people should be miserable, too."

OHMYGOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?! Fucking Luitenant Tao. I love you.

Visiting the glowing orb again, I see. What is Kosh watching? Studying humanity, it looks like.

The doctor has seen the Vorlon neked. Very intriguing.

You're a bitter old man, Londo. And super gross.

Home Guard is so accurate.

Susan, crying herself to sleep? I'm not buying it.

I don't think she wants to be with you, dude. You're giving big stalker vibes.

Ah, young love. Deadly as always.

G'Kar, Narns aren't even being targeted. Are you behind the attacks, by chance? Wouldn't put it past you.

Oof. My boy took a beating there.

Malcolm is creepy.

Men always have to be assholes to women for dressing nice and having good hygiene. Maybe take a note and improve yourselves assholes.

Centauri Minbari philosophical face-off. I think the Minbari win that round.

Oh yeah. Malcolm is a bigot. Sorry, Ivonova.

Sinclair's going to take on the gang single-handed again, I see. Didn't he promise to stop doing that?

Londo, you were dancing two episodes ago. Stop lying to yourself.

Delenn sees through you, Sinclair.

Earth First. We'll strip-mine the other planets later.

Pinche Londo. You're way too excited about this. It was sweet of you to find a workaround for the young lovers, though.

Good luck with that. Assassinating those four takes more than some stealth suits and a half-baked plan. (If you were serious about assassinating them, you wouldn't have pre played your hand. You would have killed them first.)

What a horribly choreographed fight scene. I'm in love.

You should check for more cloaked people. They could have an observer ready to report back if anything goes wrong. (This is why I can't do crime. I'm too aware of all the things that can go wrong, but I don't have the resources to prevent said things from going wrong. Plus anxiety. Bad, bad anxiety.)

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary467

1/5-6/25

sunday - monday

hit with a pang of sadness over a year passing only now.

not really out of a sense i did nothing, just anxieties over aging coming over me... i fear so much, so stupidly.

i am really tired now, i didn't read today either. i did draw a little but i also unexpectedly made a song that i really like today... i have so many little things written for music... my new stuff post-album has ballooned to about 56 things. i need to go into one and change the sound i think, i think this guitar synth sound i keep using is just really ideal i think for what i'm doing so i should slot it in there. i am just so stubborn w/ the layers, but these past few times i've done songs for this project, with roughly the same sounds, it just sounds really good. i try and mess with the sound sometimes but weird things come out that aren't as useful or good... frustrating...

listening to this song, funny that eric andre is in this video:

another funny thing about it is how of its time it is... that song is from 2009, the video is so of that moment, the gross flashing pixelated stuff, i really like it but it's funny/depressing how that whole thing turned into like, rick and morty, which i think i've blabbed about before but it always comes to mind because it's something i want to use, these kinds of visuals, but i also feel like i need to think about them a little harder so they aren't just... that...

trying to watch a video of this band live to figure out the guitar part for this song, to get any idea. i don't think i will get any ideas... it is funny that there's 2 bassists, i always kind of thought that was just like a fucked up guitar thing going on.

in an interview vid pre did, they mentioned being on tour with this band:

this is cute, i like this a lot. fun dance punk stuff.

here is what i drew tonight:

not very much here, not as much as last night, but i liked doing it. i think i especially like the big bow on the one on the left's head.

most of this first mika miko record is also cute but less dance punk-y more just riot grrrl / regular punk stuff. which is good either way, hopefully they get a little more fun though.

i found some interesting art of edo period medical illustrations, here are a couple i found especially interesting:

i think the most superficially interesting thing about these is that they remain rather pretty to look at despite the content, they're very nicely laid out images, i think. the one with the eye even, that recalls graphic design to me.

however one thing i kept thinking about was the apparatus of collecting information and the examination of the body, and the bodies permitted for these early experiments, all being convicts who were executed. that and the odd fact that it seemed like dissecting women, by the first 2 dissections being men, as well as other social forces, had some special character to it. i just wonder about the intersection of woman hating and the realm of justice overlapping to create new knowledge/use that knowledge for particular ends, such as to explain the woman or so on. i don't know, it's just very interesting history, so much medical history across earth must be founded in this kind of horror, the acceptable sacrifice for knowledge, the knowledge being sought possessed already by some bunch of notions about social hygiene and so on... very freaky...

i'm really tired now so i'll just go to sleep,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 37 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"Okay, so there's four bedrooms. Emily's with me, Zach and Haven and you four figure it out," Jason gestured to me, Sam, Kaitlyn and Carter.

"I'll stay with Sam," Kaitlyn chimed before anyone could speak.

Fucking great.

"Looks like we're roomies," Carter said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I looked back at Sam and gave him a pleading look 'help me'.

Sam shrugged 'sorry' was the look he gave me.

It will be okay, once I tell everyone that Sam and I are together, we'll rearrange the room situation... though I doubt Kaitlyn wants to bunk with Carter.

'Ugh.'

No, that was not my problem.

It wasn't like Carter was going to fuck her without her consent.

They're both mature enough to sleep in the same bed together.

Just sleep.

It would be fine.

Now, to clarify, I didn't care if they did fuck, only if they both wanted to but Carter's a bit of a sleazy guy, so I wouldn't put it past him to make a move on Kaitlyn and make her uncomfortable but I know Carter would take 'no' for an answer, so maybe I should relax.

They could handle themselves but that was only if I came out to everyone.

Carter and I walked into our room.

"Holy shit. This is a one bedroom? Cause it looks like they put three bedrooms together but forgot to put up the walls that divided them," I said in awe as I looked around the massive room.

"God damn. Like why though? Jason doesn't even have a big family," Carter said, setting his bags down.

"Are all the rooms like this? Or did we just happen to pick the biggest fucking one?" I laughed as I hopped on the bed.

Then I felt something, I looked down and picked it up.

"No fucking way," I laughed.

"It's chocolate. It's fucking chocolate."

Carter came by me and took the candy out of my hand.

"Well, Sweetie, it appears that we got the honeymoon suite."

I laughed.

"It appears so."

"Hey Jason," Carter shouted as Jason and Emily walked by.

"Yeah?" Jason questioned, walking into the room.

"Ha. You guys picked this room? I knew you two were gay for each other," he said.

"Oh, you wouldn't 'believe' who Noah was gay for," Carter spoke slyly and I almost had a heart attack but Jason laughed it off.

Carter threw the piece of chocolate at him.

"What the hell is all this shit?"

"My mom and dad come here for their anniversary, so this room usually has shit like candy and flowers in it."

Carter and I both got off the bed.

"Gross, I don't want to sleep on this bed, knowing that your parents just fucked on it," Carter said in disgust.

"Stop being a pussy. The maid comes here after every stay and washes everything."

"I hope your maid gets paid a shit load of money," I commented.

"She does. So do you guys want to switch rooms? Emily and I can take this room."

"Yes. I keep imagining your parents in this room and it really makes me want to throw up," I said and grabbed my stuff as did Carter.

"Yeah, your mom might be a milf but that doesn't mean I want to sleep in the same bed your dad did," Carter adds, cringing.

"Don't say shit like that. I don't need that picture in my mind," Jason said.

We switched rooms and the new room Carter and I got was roughly the same size as the first one, just slightly smaller.

I set my bag down and went to go find Sam.

Luckily, Sam and Kaitlyn chose the room across the hall from us, so I didn't have to search this huge ass house to find him.

"Hey," I entered the room.

Sam was putting his hygiene bag in the attached bathroom.

"Is Kait?"

"No, she went to go check out the hot tub."

"Hmm," is all I said, closing the bedroom door before pulling Sam into my arms.

"Sorry we got separated. I'll tell everyone soon."

"When soon?" he asked, sounding almost nervous.

Like he doubted I would do it.

I stepped back.

"I don't know. Tomorrow? I just need time to... ya' know..." but I didn't know what I was waiting for.

Sam sighed.

"It's okay," he spoke once he realized I wasn't going to continue my sentence.

He placed a hand on my cheek.

"Take your time," and he kissed me.

Sam was too good for me.

"I swear tomorrow."

I didn't know why I promised that but I didn't like the look of doubt on Sam's face.

Luckily, my promise granted me a smile and a peck on the nose.

"Okay. Let's go see what everyone else is up to," Sam suggested as he opened the bedroom door and I followed him out.

We walked past the rooms to an open space of the TV room.

Two large, brown couches facing a 60" flat screen tv that hung on the wall.

To the side was a bricked fireplace that Jason was already starting to light.

Everything was shades of brown, tan, green and red.

The typical interior to a woodsy vacation home.

Even a deer head hanging above the fire place.

Behind the couches, you stepped down from the carpeted floor onto a dark wooden floor that held the kitchen and a long, dining rectangular table.

Emily was in the kitchen putting the food we brought, into the fridge and pantry.

Most of it consisting of junk food and Alcohol that Zach's older brother bought for us.

I guess Zach being here had one perk.

Only one.

Sam went to the kitchen to help Emily with putting food away as I stepped outside.

Outside was lit up with Christmas lights and a few tikka torches.

The hot tub was big and off to the right of the back door, on a wooden platform, next to it was three wooden benches with cushions, surrounding a fire pit.

Off to the left was a hundred step staircase that led down to Lake Michigan.

For hypothermia reasons, we would not be going into the lake but down on the dock is usually where Jason, Carter and I go to smoke.

Kaitlyn was already in her bikini, stepping into the hot tub when I walked up to her.

She was alone.

Perfect timing to talk to her about Sam and I.

"Damn, you just go right in," I commented and walked up to the hot tub.

Kaitlyn smiled.

"Well, considering it's like ten degrees out and I'm wearing a bikini, it was either jump in or freeze."

Speaking of jumping in.

"Kaitlyn, I've been wanting to talk to you."

"Me too but you go first."

"Okay, um," I took a deep breath.

This was for Sam and I.

[mithliya]

gyarufied still spreading her misogynistic rhetoric about female armpit hair now referring to it as growing “bacterial colonies” under your armpits 💀💀💀 it’s like these women never heard of soap, deodorant, or showering. i just hate how her and her minions are all arguing it’s not misogynistic it’s just basic hygiene and sexual preference. it’s just misogyny babes atleast admit it. love you Menalez btw!

im hating how they’re acting like the issue here is who they’re attracted to or not rather than them arguing that women with armpit hair are gross and unhygienic. they can fuck whoever they want and find whoever they want attractive, the problem is when they start insulting women for having body hair and reiterating the same misogynistic crap that is thrown at women about body hair being unhygienic when it’s on us. beyond that, my gf doesn’t shave anywhere (she naturally is not hairy tho) and i shave my armpits and out of the two of us, i sweat in that area more and she doesn’t collect smell there more easily than me at all 💀 and like normal sexual partners, we don’t shove our heads into each other’s armpits and start lickin them or whatever. even while living together, her armpit is an area i rarely ever have any level of interaction with. idk what kind of women with armpit hair she’s been seeing but somehow every woman ive met who doesn’t shave her armpits has smelled completely fine and managed to maintain basic hygiene.

also human beings sweat literally everywhere. i sweat from my scalp when i sleep, i also sometimes see sweat gather on my arms. should i start shaving my head and arms because it’s so ewwww gross disgusting that sweat is being produced while there’s hair in those areas? 🤨

it rly does sound like they’ve never heard of bathing or washing. she even said elsewhere that it’s not possible to clean your armpits. gonna say right now that it’s more than possible, u just put soap up there and quickly wash it and ur good and that’s something i do as someone who removes her armpit hair when i notice it’s not smelling fresh. its pretty easy to do the same while having hair there.

[potter-imagines]

NSFW Alphabet (Fred Weasley)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Notes: I will be having more posts coming soon, I’m sorry for the delay !!

Warning: Obviously, as assumed by the title, mature content. NSFW below.

Word Count: 3.9k

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fred is extremely sweet and caring when it comes to aftercare. He is the first to leave the bed, but only so he can grab a wet towel and clean you. While doing so, he’ll scatter kisses across your skin and along your inner thighs. In terms of cuddling, he is the one to initiate it and refuses to loosen his hold on you. His hands will run through your hair as he holds your head against his chest until you both fall asleep. To George and Lee, it’s more common to wake up and see you sleeping in Fred’s arms, then for them to wake up and see him alone. Fred loved having you spend the night and practically begged you to every night. It wasn’t for the sex- you spent a few months dating before physical affection was even introduced- he just constantly found himself thinking about you and missing you when you weren’t near.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Fred’s favorite body part on you is your neck and ass. During these intimate moments, his lips remain attached to the skin of your neck for the most part. Love bites will scatter the surface, small bruises forming on your neck but the sensation was addicting. Fred will drag his tongue along the marks as he admires his work. He loved fucking you from a position that will always allow him to have a grip on your ass. He prefers you laying flat on your stomach fully at his mercy. It takes Fred a little while to warm up to smack your butt but once he does and hears your aroused reaction, it becomes one of his favorite kinks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

LOVES to cum on your body- literally anywhere as long as it’s on you. You guys aren’t really up for having him finish inside of you. As amazing as it sounds to the both of you, neither one of you are prepared for children so it’s too big of a risk. He’ll usually pull out right as he’s about to climax and cum on your ass or stomach. Don’t worry, he always helps clean you up. Every once in a while he’ll finish inside your mouth and this is by far his favorite. The warm sensation of your mouth is just too much for him to handle. Not to mention he loves seeing you swallow once he’s finished.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fred’s dirty secret is that he’ll sneak into your dorm room every once in a while and steal something from your drawers. It’s usually a fancy lace thong or some sort of clothing you own. You typically don’t get to spend all of break together so he likes to brig something to remember you by when he’s busy touching himself. Yes, he has masturbated with your panties multiple times but this is something he will never admit to you and is dead set on taking to his grave. He likes to close his eyes and wrap your clothes/thong around his hand while he thinks back to the last time he saw you in it. This is usually enough to get him off within minutes. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You are both each other’s first but Fred still had a bit of experience. He had reached second base a few times and had a decent grip on what was to come next, but you were the first girl he decided to go all the way with. You knew he had a girlfriend before the two of you got together so you assumed he had already had sex before.

The two of you tip toed the line for weeks on end before you eventually pushed for the next step. While you guys were making out on his bed one night, you’d run your hand across the zipper on his slacks which caused Fred to nearly leap off the mattress. He’d be extremely nervous, which is an odd sight on Fred. It would be in this moment he’d admit to you that he was a virgin. He’s typically confident and a bit arrogant so you were surprised to know he had yet to have sex. Although, it came as a relief in a way. It would make the both of you feel more comfortable knowing there would be no judgement or room for comparison.

Fred would take the lead for the most part your first time. Probably missionary, just so he can have the chance to take all of you in. Plus it gives him a breathtaking view of you. He’d be a bit fidgety and nervous the first time. But don’t doubt Fred- this man is a quick learner and his cocky nature redeems itself the next night.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Fred is a sucker for doggy style and cowgirl style with you facing him. With doggy style, Fred can’t get enough of the view. He can see your perfect face moaning into the bedsheet, and your ass smacking against his hips. He wouldn’t last long fucking you this way. He’d finish hard with a breathy grunt on your back, his cum dripping on your skin. When you were on top, Fred still demanded control. He’d lift his hip so he was still the one fucking you. Your knees would press together at the overwhelming feeling bubbling in your stomach. He loved when you sat fully on his dick and would grin. This was the few times he’d allow you to make the moves. He knew you got yourself off grinding on his dick so he didn’t stop it. Besides the feeling of you cumming on him was far too good to deny. Sometimes he’d force your knees apart so he could have full access. Fred would pin your feet and his sides and thrust up into you until he pulled out and finished on himself.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Fred most certainly has his moments during these personal, intimate moments. Sometimes he’d accidentally let a random thought slip out like, “You smell like strawberry cake from dinner… it smells really good, love. Did you have some?” You’d just stare up at him in confusion before the both of you started laughing at his random remark. It was sure a mode killer for the seriousness of the situation, but this would lead to the sex with Fred that left you giggiling and smiling the entire time, which wasn’t a terrible alternative at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I’d like to think Fred Weasley is a groomed man. Hygiene is important to Fred. He doesn’t like feeling stinky or gross in bed, especially when you always smell like lavender and strawberry, and this goes for his hair down there too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Honestly, it totally depends on the vibe. It’s never just fucking- there’s always love invovled. But some nights are more intimate than others. Like when you’re sad and Fred takes his time kissing every inch of your body and making you feel like a princess. In these intimate moments, Fred will press his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you sweetly. He’ll hold your hand while his head is buried between your thighs. No matter your position, Fred always finds a way to snake one arm around your frame. He loves to hold you during these sweet moments.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since the two of you began getting intimate, Fred hasn’t had a need to masturbate as much. Of course during break when the two of you are separate for long periods of time, he can’t help but jerk off to the thought of you. He’ll usually do this late at night when everyone is asleep or in the shower. He has a handful of photos in his bedside table of you. Most are innocent, happy photos. Two, on the other hand, are very much R-rate images. It’s a little secret kept between the two of you. The thought of Fred masturbating to you when you were apart during the summer really didn’t bother you much. You’d rather have him touching himself to the image of you rather than some random girl.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fred Weasley is a man of many kinks, and many unexplored ones as well. He has a lot of little kinks, like light choking, back scratches, hickies, hair pulling, strip tease, high sex, drunk sex, etc. The more, larger kink of Fred’s would be light humiliation. Nothing major, just dirty talk between the two of you. This includes teasing, orgasm denial, and Fred being in full control, and you listening to every command he gives you. He loves being the dominant one. In these demands, he never takes anything over the line. They’re all sexual acts he has gotten approval from you for as to never make you uncomfortable. I think Fred would develop a daddy kink later in your relationship, a while after Hogwarts. Like when the two of you are living together in his apartment and he’s a successful businessman; yes, he will have a daddy kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When the two of you are still at Hogwarts, your go to spot is Fred’s dorm. It is the safest, easiest option and holds the least risk. When you are feeling adventurous, you’ve found your favorite spot is behind the Shrieking Shack. Fred scouted the location out on one of your many trips to Hogsmeade and you found it was perfect. You were free to be as loud as you pleased. Students who did pass by and heard the screams would scurry away blaming it on the ‘ghosts’.

When you were out of school, the two of you found that you quite enjoyed having Fred fuck you over the counter of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Mornings were a bit risky so you usually found after closing hours to be the best time. Fred would shove you into the wooden counter and turn you around so you were facing the door. With ease his hands unbuckled your jeans and he basically ripped them off, shoving you forward once again so your chest was flat against the wood. Without warning he’d start pounding into you mercilessly, the sound of your hips constantly slapping against the surface. The sound became a warning noise to George that screamed at him not to come downstairs.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One way to really get Fred going is to play a little innocent game of flirting. Ron and Harry were typically your go to victims. If Fred was busy with friends or not paying attention to you, you knew giving your attention away to a different boy would certainly gain his.

You’d saunter over to the two younger boys and squish between them on the couch, placing one hand on each of their knees. They’d immediately freeze, a bashful blush painting both their cheeks. You’d bat your eyes and squeeze on their legs as you chatted away, waiting patiently for Fred to notice. It would take three minutes top before Fred is standing in front of you interjecting himself into the conversation by dragging you off the couch and up the stairs to his dorm room. Your plan always worked but it came at a large cost. A, not able to walk straight for a week, cost.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

One thing Fred is strongly against is harm or excessive force. You’ve verbally expressed to him that you enjoy when he chokes you but Fred is extremely cautious never to take it too far. He refuses to ever lay a hand on you anywhere but your ass. Slapping you is def something he is not comfortable with. He just doesn’t like feeling as if he’s hurt you- it’s not exactly a turn on to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. He is basically a god when it comes to giving oral. Fred never leaves you disappointed in this department. He’ll go down on you for twenty minutes at minimum. Although he’s the one pleasuring you, he finds pleasure in the taste of you on his tongue and your body moving at his touch. He’s pretty skilled and will switch between delicately eating your pussy, to roughly fingering you as his mouth sucks on your clit. His hands are either laced with yours, or pinning your hips down to the mattress. It’s unpredictable with him. The only certainty is, he won’t stop until you’ve finished and with Fred, there is no need for faking anything.

When it comes to you giving Fred oral, he’s never once asked. He feels it’s more of a present and never wants to feel like he’s forcing you. When you do go down on him, it’s absolute heaven. Fred only lasts five minutes or so in the warmth of your mouth. He can’t help but lift his hips into your embrace, eager for more. It drives him crazy when you flick your wet tongue against the tip of his cock. Or when you press your tongue against his tip then slowly drag it down to the end of his shaft, leaving a wet trail. Like he will cum in seconds.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This totally depends. Fred likes to jump between, all in the same night. His time is pretty consistent at thirty minutes, but the pace is spontaneous. One thing Fred lovesss to do is make you squirm and hold control over you. When he can tell you’re about to unravel and orgasm, he’ll abruptly halt his speed and just rock his hips slowly. It was beyond frustrating but the climax was worth it. He also likes to catch you off guard by starting fast and sloppy right off the bat. It’s such a turn on to him when you beg him to go faster and he always grants this wish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh, Fred isn’t huge on quickes. To him, making love to you is still making love, but he would much rather take his time and go at his own pace. Quickes happen about three times a week, maybe four. Some weeks are busier than others, and it can be difficult to spend quality time with Fred during the Quidditch season. When Fred is busy with practice, school, and matches, quickes seem to be the only love making that can fit into his schedule. You two still find time for each other but it’s not always spent fucking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

In terms of risk, Fred is always up for the thrill of getting caught. Trying new things is his speciality and he loves exploring new sex adventures. The riskiest the two of you have gotten was either in the Gryffindor Common Room on the main sofa, or on the kitchen floor at the Burrow during summer break. Probably in the common room seeing as that was the only time the two of you had gotten caught in public. Of course George and Lee had walked into multiple questionable scenes, you two had only been caught once outside of the bedroom. During your final year at Hogwarts, Fred and George had made the decision to leave early to pursue their dreams of opening their own joke shop. Your boyfriend spent months begging you to leave with them and move into their apartment, but you sweetly refused each time. You promised him that once you finished at Hogwarts you’d move in with him and help the twins with their shop, which he eventually stubbornly agreed to. About a week before Fred and George were planning to ditch Hogwarts, Fred and you ended up making out on the couch in the common room. It was a late Sunday night and most students were asleep so you two figured you could fit a quick love session in. The kissing led to clothes coming off which eventually led to Fred positioned overtop of you and adjusting himself at your entrance. Once he found his way, Fred’s hips began pushing deeply inside of you. Your eyes fell back as a sultry moan escaped your lips. Fred kissed you sloppily in order to mask the sound of him fucking you. Not even five minutes in, George came walking down the steps casually in search of his twin.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Fred can go as long as it takes to make sure you’re fully satisfied. It’s usually like 2-3 rounds on average, but he is never against more. Nothing is ever too fast with Fred, he likes to take his time fucking you. Every once in a while you’ll have a quickie before a Quidditch match or during breakfast. These would usually last five-ten minutes top. It’s enough to keep him settled for a class or two but the second he laid eyes on you walking into his last class, he knew he needed more. Five minutes just wasn’t enough to fully admire your body. Fred would rather have longer rounds where he can make sure he’s made you cum as well. He’ll typically spend thirty-fourty minutes fucking you hard, then an hour or so cuddling you before repeating the cycle.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While you guys are still at Hogwarts, owning sex toys was nearly impossible and just down right embarrassing to get caught with. Being exposed in front of all your classmates and professors was the last thing either of you wanted. Fred of course would get over it within hours but you knew you’d never live down the awkward shame. Once the you graduated and moved in with the twins above their shop, sex toys were introduced here and there. Fred found more gratification in pleasuring you with his hands, mouth, or dick, so he often neglected the use of toys in the bedroom. If it was something you wanted to try, he was more than willing to participate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Fred Weasley is the biggest tease you’ll ever meet. He can help himself, it’s in his nature. Especially if you turn him on in public. Wearing any type of skirt, or clothing of his, in public will surely get you in trouble with Fred. He’ll sit beside you in the Great Hall and slowly slide his hand up your thigh. He wouldn’t stop until his fingertips were grazing the material of your underwear. Soon enough his fingers would dig under the barrier and begin rubbing small circles around your clit. He’d have you on edge for most of dinner, trying his best to keep the attention of your friends off the two of you. After sometime of playing with your folds, his lanky fingers would trace your outer lip, then two of them quickly dove into your tight hole. The pace was fast right off the bat making your body squirm in surprise. His eyes never even glanced at your but you knew he was fully paying attention to you, and only you. A small moan would pour from your lips when the pleasure grew to be too much. Every once in a while he’d send you a dangerous glare, silently warning you to be quiet. At the sound of your moans growing more careless, he’ll begin taunting you by slowing the speed of his fingers and leaning closely whispering,

“I know you want to cum, angel, I can feel your legs shaking. But you’re gonna have to wait, I’m not done with you yet.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When Fred is drunk, you’re pretty sure ever the Slytherin students in the dungeons could hear his grunts and groans. He’s extremely verbal while intoxicated and doesn’t give a shit if anyone hears him. He doesn’t care- he wants everyone to know how fucking amazing you are and that you’re all his. When he’s sober, Fred usually gets vocal when he orgasms or when you’re giving him head. He gets especially loud when it’s just the two of you alone. If George and Lee are sleeping, he’ll groan and whisper dirty words in your ear. He really doesn’t want them waking up and catching the two of you- but it wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

During your summer break before your final year at Hogwarts, you spent two months with the Weasley’s. Fred was over the moon to have you. Molly had a bed made in Ginny’s room for you so it was set that sleeping together in his bed would be impossible. Instead, Fred and you spent most of the summer sneaking around finding new spots in the home, and in the grassy land outside to make love. You shared a handful of sweet, delicate moments that summer. Fred made love to you softly in a field about a mile out from his house. He brought a blanket and set a picnic before the two of you began having sex. He pushed the food aside and pulled you down on the blanket so he could sneak in between your knees. Unexpectedly, his wet tongue pressed against the folds of your pussy as he started to fuck you with his tongue. He carried out eating you passionately for another ten minutes then gently took his time making love to you and watching you orgasm under his touch.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Let’s just say, you are very impressed with Fred’s size. You expected him to be on the larger side due to his height, but he’s got width too. You have yet to be able to fit his cock fully in your mouth, but it’s something you’re working on, and something Fred is very pleased with.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fred Weasley is one horny bastard. He is willing and ready to fuck you whenever, and wherever. Wanting a quickie before class? Fred knows the perfect broom closet! Need some unwinding before bed? Fred is more than willing to drop to his knees and eat you out- something he had done multiple times in the Gryffindor common room after hours. You returned the favor frequently much to Fred’s approval. Whether this was a quick bj behind a tree by the Black Lake, or a handjob under the table during class, you always found a way to blow his mind… and well, other things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It typically takes at least two rounds to wear this boy out. Fred runs purely on adrenaline and when he fucks you, this is at a high. Although after cumming twice in a short amount of time, he’ll usually pass out with his arms latched around you within minutes. When Fred falls asleep, he is knocked out. It literally takes yanking him off the bed to wake him.

[hawksky]

You wake up on your ex's fire escape; wc 2.5k

A/N: I don't really know how to categorize this ? starts as funny, gets into angst with a happy/hopeful ending. I might write this again for another character and make it 0 angst but using Megumi just let this get away from me. Thank you @sixeyesgojo for reading through my first draft, it helped me edit a lot since 😘. Although I have not looked over the ending since I wrote it, I'm done working on this fic so sorry if it falls flat.

CW: Mentions of excessive alcohol consumption.

Suggested listening: song 1 and song 2 you can pick just one to cater your experience (they are VERY different vibes) or switch over around the shampoo situation.

Objectively, there were good ways to wake up. In the arms of a beautiful person, with cold sheets and a warm body, or with the scent of your favourite breakfast wafting through the air. No disrespect to mornings at all, there were good ways to wake up, you were mature enough to recognize this.

A perplexingly rough, wet, and warm sensation gliding across your cheek, while last night’s jeans dug into your waist, and there was a pounding in your head? It was fairly safe to say this was not a good way to wake up.

It spoke volumes for how out of it you were that it was only just beginning to register in your brain that you weren’t at home, you were not even on a bed, and that the continued licks across your face were the work of animal far too large to be one of your friends cats.

“Fucking hell you’re supposed to be intimidating” you hear a voice grumble without much heat behind it.

As you forced your eyes open you are met with an excited dog tapping its paws in excitement of your presence, and the man behind the half hearted grumble. His gaze was unmistakably familiar, but his expression could not be more foreign to you.

“uhm, Hi” you croaked out while plastering a wide grin in hopes he wouldn’t murder you.

His eyebrow raised on instinct in response. You knew he was waiting for you to explain what you were doing, but the reality was you didn’t have an answer.

“I wish I could explain, but honestly I’m not sure what happened – last thing I remember was being bought another shot… Wait, where am I exactly?” You were desperately hoping you came off as charming instead of pathetic given the circumstances.

“How out of it are you?” he scrunched his face in confusion as he muttered to himself. “You’re on my fire escape, it’s in Ikebukuro? Tokyo… Japan, in case you needed the reminder”

It felt infantilizing to have him scold you like this, which only made this next part all the more difficult. You were not supposed to be Ikebukuro. You were not supposed to be in Tokyo. You were supposed to be in Yokohama. What was even more concerning is that you were definitely not supposed to be on your old fire escape, the one connected to the apartment your ex still lived in.

As you painstakingly pushed yourself upright, a warm weight laid on your upper thigh, a furry face nuzzling into your stomach – you wondered if she was aware of tension between you and her owner. You scratched behind her ears, letting Jade know she was in fact a good girl despite the earlier reprimand from her owner.

As much as you’d love to spend the day sitting on a fire escape petting your ex’s dog, you had to go home, you just need to call –

Your phone. Where was your phone? You felt around frantically for your phone, only to come up with nothing. A light sense of panic bubbles in the pit of your stomach, only to be swiftly interrupted.

“it’s already charging, I plugged it in last night, you dropped in inches away from falling down”

So, he was still watching you despite having returned inside long ago. It was difficult for you to parse this sort of gesture, how caring could it be to plug someone’s phone in when you still left them to sleep outside? Maybe he was just doing everything he could to get rid of you. It was too much to try and analyze for someone who blacked out and woke up in a different city.

“Why did you come here?” you hear him bite out from inside. It sounds harsh, but it feels like his stange way of inviting you inside.

“I don’t know what you’ve picked up from these circumstances, but not knowing is kind of a part of the problem. Believe me, there’s no amount of conscious desperation that would leaf me to sleeping on a fire escape, even yours”

You glanced around the apartment to avoid his void expression; it was spotless. But it was even harder noticing, the turned over picture frames, your favourite quilt still on the back of the couch – remnants of the past living in the present.

This tension only increased as a mug of freshly brewed green tea was placed in front of you. How thoughtful to remember you hated coffee, to realize your throat was probably killing you – you would have tasted a creeping bitterness from all these emotions, if it wasn’t overpowered by what was the distinct taste of your favourite brand that had to be special ordered.

He had always complained, there were plenty of good options for tea at the grocery store, why wasn’t that enough for you? It was so much extra effort to special order from a tea shop across town, the only place that you were able to charm the owner into ordering for you.

“How are you still so fucking awful at taking care of yourself?” he spat the words out like an insult, it was jarring honestly. Despite the time away from each other, it was no less strange to feel his detachment.

He moved towards the door beckoning Jade to follow. “There’s a towel and change of clothes in the bathroom, you should probably take a shower. If I’m not back by the time you leave, just lock up before you go, I haven’t moved the spare key.” Without looking back or waiting for a response he left.

You were starting to recognize your growing frustration – you had known him how long? Dated and lived together for a not-insignificant amount of time? Yet here you were, no idea how to interpret this strange morning, much less his last comment. Did he want you to be here when he returned? Were you supposed to leave and act like you had never been there? Could he genuinely be as indifferent as he wanted you to believe? It pissed you that your feelings were probably plain on your face.

You searched for your phone, finding it on what used to be your side of the couch. It felt ridiculous to think you ever had a side of the couch, but you were both creatures of habit and slowly without even thinking you both made your own little sanctuary mere metres away from each other.

You awoke your phone, expecting a flood of texts and phone calls from your friends, only to find nothing. Not a single check in from anyone. You open the group chat and furiously tap out a message.

<Hey assholes who let me go home on my own last night? Anyways good job I blacked out and I’m on Fushiguro’s fire escape! You are all absolutely useless to me I swear to god.>

Your phone vibrates rapidly as you place it down but you’re not in the mood to field their questions.

You’re tempted to leave now, just to get it over with, go home and crawl into bed and forget any of this ever happened. But, you felt gross, it was late enough in the morning that you could run into someone you knew, and you missed the water pressure here.

As you got ready for your shower you surveyed your options. You refused to smell like him, but the only other bottle in the shower was doggy shampoo. Surely dog’s fur and human hair weren’t so different right? Jade did have a beautiful coat, very soft and shiny… You reprimanded yourself for the ridiculous idea, but the point remained, there had to be something else for you to use.

Your brain, far more alert than it was 30 minutes ago, thought of all the things he hadn’t changed, all the fixtures still in place. You had always kept an extra set of all your supplies under the sink. By the grace of all that is good on this cruel cruel earth, they were there, in all their dusty glory, your prized hygiene products sat unmoved under the sink. It would have been sick and twisted to have to leave your ex-boyfriend’s apartment smelling exactly like him, left to spend the rest of the day agonizing over whether you should take another shower.

As you entered the shower you wondered more. He had to have noticed the softness in your eyes, the faint smile you wore just having an ounce of his attention again, the way ti widened at every caring gesture, and falling with every biting remark.

Yes, it hurt every day missing him. Yes, it would hurt if he hated you. But none of that compared to the feeling of not knowing. What were you supposed to do with all these residual feelings that have yet to go away? Were they worth the suffocation or should you strip them away?

You were proud of yourself, all these reminders of what you once had, in a place you once loved, and you had yet to break down, not even shedding a tear. If you weren’t wrapping yourself in a towel, you would’ve given yourself a pat on the back. This victory was short lived, everyone’s strength has its limits and you had taken yours too far past it already. But then you saw it, something you were completely unprepared for.

Laid neatly on top the closed laundry basket was THE outfit. It was nothing special to anyone else, just a grey sweater and loose joggers, but how many days had you spent alone breathing in his scent for comfort while he was gone? How many hard days at work had you reaching for these exact pieces as if they were the cure to all your problems?

Unable to support your own weight anymore, you fell to the tiled floor, tears spilling out, as your already sore throat grew even more hoarse – you felt like everything was collapsing around you. You weren’t expecting to see him, and you certainly weren’t expecting to need him in so many little ways. It was easy to forget how easily he weaves himself into your life, encroaching on everything you do.

The world disappeared behind each shallow breath, and an endless stream of tears you couldn’t control. Your fingers scratch against your forearms repeatedly, trying to ground yourself in some reality you could no longer grasp. It is so exhausting trying to be over him, going through these cycles of strong emotions, over and over and over again.

Suddenly, for the second time in as few hours, you felt an overwhelming weight encompass your body.

Of course, his stupid fucking perfect dog would still know how to bring you out of a panic attack like he had spent so much time training when you started dating. You clutched to Jade as your breathing slowed, but it did nothing to stop your sobs, if anything it was just another painful reminder of everything you let go.

“Uhhh….” Megumi was frozen at the door, for the first time today he didn’t know what to do. His indifferent façade dropped as he observed the scene on his bathroom floor.

There’s nothing left to lose, not for a moment that he has seen this morning have you possessed more than an ounce of dignity, “So that’s it? You don’t know what to do either? You know it’s been a whole fucking year and I still haven’t figured out how to live without you. A whole year and I’m still a mess. I can’t survive being reminded of us, look at me. And yet every attempt to get over you was a knife twisting because they’ll never be you. Now I’m here and I get to witness the wonderful Megumi Fushiguro, unaffected, and you… you have it all together.” You trail off, giving to him everything left in you.

You weren’t expecting the confused and indignant expression on his face, “You think this is having it together?” His voice lightly raising with each word “This place might as well be a sealed shrine to you and our relationship. I haven’t thrown a single thing out, moved any furniture, bought anything new – the only thing that’s ‘new’ is your stupid tea I keep buying even though I hate it, and for fucks sake y/n I should’ve moved out. Every part of me that looks like I have it together is just my version of a mess.” He brushes a stray strand out of your face, his own face moving far too close for this to be purely platonic anymore “y/n I’m no better off than you are, I’ve just kept everyone from looking”.

“So what are we supposed to do with all this?” Your eyes shining, naïve hope seeping through your defenses at the confirmation that he couldn’t live without you either.

“We could try again” Somehow, it wasn’t quite what you needed to hear. “I, am going to get dressed, and then we’ll talk, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He nodded lightly, pulling himself up and exiting with Jade on his heels.

Dressed in the clothes you thought would burn your skin to even touch let alone wear, you let out a long sigh as you sit on at the breakfast nook. “Look, Megumi, I need to know if you’ve worked through it, any of it? I can’t, I can’t wait another three years for you to tell me you can’t say the words I love you, that you can’t commit to more than a yearly rental, I can’t just have you here I need more security than that”

He pursed his lips, unsure of what he could say to that, how he could make sure you didn’t leave again.

“Megumi, I don’t need you to say it to me today, I don’t need you to commit to anything today, but I have to know you’ve tried that I can’t keep waiting for you”

“I… Just give me a minute, please” his voice weak pleading with you. You waited, knowing better than to rush him, laying a hand on top of his assuring him you weren’t going to run out the door.

“y/n, I’m supposed to be honest and vulnerable, I’m supposed to tell myself that people won’t abandon me just because I give them access to who I really am. I want to tell you I love you, because there’s no other explanation for feeling this way. For feeling like your eyes outshine the stars, that your mind is more brilliant than the sun. I’ve tortured myself for a year with the idea of you meeting someone who could give you everything I couldn’t, and selfishly I prayed they were awful, I wished you were miserable so I pretend the truth wasn’t real that I was not enough for you, that I couldn’t give you what you needed. I’ve never seen a loving relationship, certainly not for long enough to form memories, but I look at you and I can’t imagine anything else”

Your thumb reaches to brush away the stray tear sliding down his face as he spoke to you. Manoeuvring yourself around to be on the same side of the nook as him, you pull him into you, letting him bury his head into the crook of your neck. You placed a gentle kiss into his hair before whispered into his ear “You were always enough, I just needed you to know it too.”

not not a tag list: @satosuguslut @sandyscastle

[schizoafucktive]

One of my symptoms that kicks my ass hard and on a daily basis and is also unexpected is the struggle with personal hygiene. Hygiene of any kind really. It is affecting how I live with roommates and with my partner. I fucking try my damned hardest to be clean in the house and clean my stuff up and to clean myself and be presentable but everyone is upset at me regularly. Regularly. My roommates had to sit down with me and rewrite how we do chores and my partner adds something to the ever growing list of hygiene related things I suck at every few months. And the worst part of it all is that I think I’m doing great!!! I listen to them and I take it to heart and I work very hard to change my habits so we can all coexist and I get so proud of myself when I see the progress and… they… think I’m not even trying. They get mad at me and they get passive aggressive around me and I fucking think I’m doing great. I cry myself to sleep at night sometimes! I get anxiety when I hear scrubbing sounds! I have had paranoid episodes over this!! OVER THIS! Pots and fucking pans!!! Having a damn shower!!! How fucking pathetic is that!!! And here I fucking am again! I cleaned all the bathrooms and the kitchen and was so excited about it because I wanted to have the place nice for when my partner’s mother came over to drop stuff off. And my partner was FUCKING EMBARRASSED because the bathroom wasn’t clean enough!! How fucking terrible at cleaning do you have to be for this to happen! And I CANNOT EVEN SEE WHAT IS WRONG! Is this a me problem! Am I just the biggest fucking idiot alive! Maybe!!! Anyway whatever! Maybe you think I’m just gross and stupid and ill-raised, I don’t know! Whatever!

[thevioletjones]

48. “You make me want things I can’t have.” 💜

Thanks for the inspiration! 💜

Prompt 3

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Ian Gallagher was starting to become a problem.

And the worst part about it was that he wasn’t even a problem that Mickey wanted to resolve. No. He just kept holding Ian closer and refusing to push him away like he should. He was just letting him ruin Mickey’s mediocre life. Because something about Ian was unshakeable. It wasn’t just that Ian kept coming back no matter what Mickey ever said or did, either. Ian was definitely persistent, but Mickey had formed an attachment too, even though he did everything in his power to hide it. It was still there, buried under layers of caustic remarks, aloof expressions, and occasional lashing out. He wasn’t proud of his behavior, but it was just who he was, and remaining unchanged in his ways was easier than the alternative.

Ian was definitely too good for him. Sure, he was hood trash too, but they were on two different levels. Ian was buffed up with a certain surface shine that Mickey lacked. Although, he would admit he’d come a long way in his style and hygiene game since his early days as an unwashed miscreant. Mickey was a gay man after all, and not immune to gaying certain things up, despite his tendency to flout homo conventions. If he wanted the ability to get a decent dick in his ass, there were standards that he’d learned to push himself to meet. This was the glossiest Mickey was ever gonna get, and it still came with a pinch of grime and hostility.

Maybe he’d developed enough sense to give a fuck, but he still didn’t give two shits either; a concept that walking contradictions the world over could likely comprehend.

The thing about Gallagher was that he was sweet. Not in an annoying, cloying, obvious way that was anathema to everything Mickey was about, but in a low-key, casual, incidental kind of way that somehow managed to be attractive, even to someone with Mickey’s abrasive nature. Ian played tough, and he genuinely was in many ways, but he had a gooey, marshmallow center that evened him out. Mickey didn’t see himself as having that sort of balance.

But there were these unsettling moments like this, usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning, when Mickey would catch himself watching Ian unawares. Unawares because he only ever did it when the redhead was deep in sleep. Suddenly, Mickey would be Mr. Contemplation, burning a hole into the face of the dude he was banging, daring to wonder what could happen between them if he wasn’t an emotionally stunted asshole. And then he’d reflect on what Ian’s life was like whenever he wasn’t around; the things Mickey acted like he didn’t care to know.

These circular thought patterns never led anywhere good, because at the end of the day, Ian wasn’t his. And Mickey could never be Ian’s. He’d long ago resigned himself to a certain destiny that involved long-term solitude until his dying day, which he’d always been fairly certain would come prematurely and most likely in violent fashion. It would be ridiculous to drag someone else into his vortex of apathy for life and the general traditions of living it. Especially someone like Ian, who was good; who helped people because he genuinely cared about, like, the well-being of humanity and shit. Despite the occasional soft look or revelatory comment that Ian would throw his way, he knew better than to think he’d want to be saddled with Mickey’s non-reciprocating ogre-y ass.

Usually when one of these intense, one-sided staring sessions would take place, Mickey would overcompensate for silently slipping by adding an extra dose of rudeness when he kicked Ian out after the fact. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why Gallagher still bothered with him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get laid elsewhere. Ian was the type that would never have trouble finding a willing ass. Yet somehow he kept coming back to Mickey and ignoring all the negatives thrown in his path. It didn’t make much sense on either of their parts… allowing each other in on any terms. Probably meant that Ian was just as fucked up as he was, really.

Blowing out the last hit off his smoke, Mickey glanced at the bedside clock and stubbed out the cigarette butt. 3:26 AM and he was wide awake, just gawking at his slumbering ginger fuck buddy, and trying to repress the multitude of emotions swirling within him. It was truly pathetic.

He could just get the hell up and drag his ass to the living room to play video games or watch late-night TV, but no. Apparently he liked suffering and feeling conflicted. What a pussy.

Not ten minutes went by before there was slow movement from the other side of the bed... Ian turning over in his sleep, reaching an arm out, and searching. Searching for the warmth of Mickey’s body, it would seem.

A big hand landed on his thigh, rubbing it softly as tired eyes blinked open, and a groggy voice sounded, “What’re’y’doin’?”

Oh, just fuckin’ lying here starin’ at your pasty ass for some reason. “Can’t sleep.”

“Didn’t wear you out?” Ian asked with a breathy titter, squeezing the sensitive flesh precariously close to Mickey’s groin.

Maybe it made his dick twitch a little.

“When did one round ever wear me out?”

“Pretty sure there were two rounds. Did you forget about the couch?”

“Random handies while watchin’ mediocre porn barely counts as a round, carrot-top.”

“A, it wasn’t that mediocre, and B, do you only consider it sex if penetration is involved?”

“I mean… it helps.”

“What about blowjobs, then? How would you classify them?”

“Sex act, but not sex, sex. Know what I mean?”

Ian laughed. “Not really. What about lesbians?”

“Definitely don’t wanna have my cock anywhere near those.”

“Har har. I mean, what would you call lesbian sex?”

“Gross? Boring? I don’t fuckin’ know. Never had it, don’t plan to.”

Ian laughed harder and it made Mickey feel good. “Pretty sure lesbians don’t want fuck all to do with you either, bottom boy.”

“Hey, likin’ what I like don’t make me a bitch.”

“No, but you seem pretty hostile toward anything but a real live human cock poking you in the asshole. I mean, naysaying getting your dick sucked? That’s a bold bossy bottom stance to take.”

“What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple kinks. Aren’t you glad I don’t need any freaky extra shit to get me off?”

“What kinda freaky extras are we talkin’?”

“Fuck off, Gallagher. Don’t act like you don’t just live for stickin’ that big red dick inside any tight manhole that’ll accommodate it. Does that make you a hungry top just begging for it?”

“I prefer ‘brutal top,’ since it’s so big, as you were so kind to mention.”

Mickey rolled his eyes into tomorrow. “Gotta remember to stop accidentally complimenting it. You get so fuckin’ uppity about it.”

Ian rolled over and boxed him in, nuzzling around his face and neck, while Mickey tried to bat him away.

“Come on,” prodded Ian. “Big hard cock seeks tight little hole for another round of deep penetration.”

Mickey could feel said big hard cock firming right up against his hip. “Ixnay on the cutesy man seeking man dirty talk, fuckhead. I will make you take that hulking boner elsewhere.”

“No you won’t,” Ian replied, humping down against him.

Of course he wouldn’t, but he had to front at least a little bit. That was the nature of his inner beast.

While they were fucking, Mickey could just let himself get lost in all the appropriate heightened sensations that really good sex immersed him in. Immersed him and Ian in. Ian and him. Them. Reveling in the pleasure of carnality was totally kosher… as long as it limited him from basking in that additional Ian stuff. That feelings stuff that he had no idea what to do with. That unfathomable connection that existed between them.

He let Ian kiss him a lot too. Like, a lot, a lot. That wasn’t customary for him with other dudes. In fact, it barely ever happened. It was just another habit Ian had slipped under the wire to form with him when he wasn’t paying enough attention. Mickey was pretty sure he’d kissed more girls in his life than boys, because that was always an easy, less disgusting way to publicly appear straight during the years he’d spent in the closet. With guys, there was nothing to prove and everything to hide, so it just wasn’t something he incorporated into his casual sex routine.

Before Ian, he hadn’t exactly attracted the kind of dudes that warranted sticking around for in any capacity, or who made any kind of effort to stick with him. There were never any near-miss boyfriends, or pine-worthy hookups. Sex was always transactional and he’d been perfectly fine with that arrangement.

The truth was that once he’d fucked up and invited Ian in for repeats over and over again, he started to figure out that the sex just kept getting hotter and hotter. That when two bodies really took the time to get to know each other, things fit better, motions got smoother, and orgasms got a thousand times stronger. Turned out that one-night-stands were not where the fuck it was at. Those were always crapshoots with odds that were at best 25/75 in favor of mediocrity. With Ian, it was guaranteed total fulfillment 100% of the time.

That was the only explanation he could find for this unexpected addiction he was stuck with. An addiction to Ian and his stupidly perfect cock. The rest of his body was alright too. And when he spoke, he wasn’t completely fucking annoying. His personality and his nature were tolerable. Mickey didn’t want to gouge his eyes out every time he got sucked into a conversation.

They didn’t really hang out, though. Outside of the bedroom, that is. It was like the whole game changed when they were in bed. They could fuck, they could goof around and have a laugh, they could wrestle, they could accidentally say something profound once in a while… but if Ian had a bag of food when he dropped by, Mickey wasn’t about to sit on the couch and watch TV with him while he ate it, and he definitely wasn’t going to accept a portion for himself.

Until tonight, that is. Or last night, or however the fuck time was identified when you were a natural night owl.

Tonight, they’d crossed another invisible line in the sand, and Mickey had found himself chowing down on tacos, while heckling some shitty 90s action film; his part-time lover chuckling next to him with a sloppy mouth.

It was fucking terrifying.

So as soon as he’d realized what was actually happening, and how much he didn’t hate it, Mickey had switched over to some hardcore porn. They’d cracked jokes about it at first, but it’d done the trick of quickly leading to the familiar comfort of sexual gratification. With that justification, Mickey could just sweep the whole ‘watching a movie and eating together like they were on a date’ thing under the proverbial rug without further examination.

At least until Ian had fallen asleep around 2 AM. Then it was dwell city.

By 4:30 AM, Ian had fucked him into the mattress once again, and promptly fallen back asleep without a care in the world. Mickey was more than sated, but felt even more awake than he had an hour ago, his brain full of fresh bullshit about the man next to him and what was happening between them.

He opened his bedside drawer and pulled out his stash, knowing the high would fog up his brain enough to go off on thought tangents, and eventually shut down for at least five hours. Within ten minutes, he felt a little better, or at least more distracted. He was still very aware of Ian’s looming presence in the darkness, though. He wanted to be comforted by it, but he just couldn’t relax.

There’d always been a buffer between them, which Mickey had been diligent in maintaining, and he could see it slowly falling away now. If he didn’t step up and push back, pretty soon there’d be no barrier left standing. Who the fuck knew what could happen then.

He hated it. He felt so fucking out of control, when it should be the easiest thing in the world to control. All he had to do was break it off. He knew exactly what to say and do to make that happen. Knew enough to be able to really hit Ian where it hurt, both literally and figuratively.

But goddamn it, he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to make Ian sad, and he didn’t want to give into his own desire to try for more. He would always fuck it up, because he was a fuck-up by nature. His goddamn knuckles spelled it all out in block letters.

He wanted Ian, but he didn’t want the responsibility. Didn’t trust himself, because no one had ever trusted him before in his entire life. What kind of dumbass wanted that kind of damaged douchebag for a boyfriend? No sane one.

Against his better judgment, Mickey rolled closer to Ian and wrapped an arm around his middle, spooning him the way he secretly liked it when Ian spooned him. He held him close and breathed in his scent.

“You make me want things I can’t have,” he murmured to himself, exhaling heavily against Ian’s neck.

He fell asleep swiftly, and in the morning, he didn’t ask Ian to leave.

[anastasiabeaverhousen87]

Praying to the porcelain God

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You been told before never to eat from suspicious food stands, especially if you never tried them before or if Kara or Alex haven’t already approved the food. But today you forgot your lunch at home and the food from the cafeteria was not very appealing for you. One of your co-workers saw you make faces at the food options and invited you to eat lunch with them. They were going to get burgers from a new street vendor a couple of blocks away. It was too tempting; you love cheeseburgers and they made it sound like they were really good. So, you said yes. Everyone was going and you were starving.

The following day you woke up feeling a little odd, a bit nauseous but you didn’t think anything about it. You got a chamomile tea instead of coffee and went about your day as usual. Kara was already gone so you just decided to grab a yogurt and granola bar at work.

You finished getting your things ready and were about to leave the apartment when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach followed by cramping. You went to the bathroom and removed your sweater, you felt a swelling of your abdomen and yes, you lower abdomen was inflamed and felt tender to the touch. Another painful cramp made you run to the toilet and you knew you were screwed the moment you sit down.

y/n: “Fuck!!!, ughh it hurts…damn it, Alex is going to kill me” – you didn’t leave the bathroom for a while, you lamented your poor choices while you were sitting in the toilet seat.

 You decided you needed to let someone know you felt like shit and wouldn’t be able to get to work with further incidents, so you called Kara. Kara was softer and if you play your card right maybe she could be the buffer between Alex’s lecturing and you.  You dialed her number and put it on speaker while washing your hands, you were standing Infront of the sink mirror and put the phone down.

 Kara: “Hi sweet girl, what’s up?”

You were about to respond when you felt nausea hit hard, you saw your reflection become green and you ran to toilet once again. Just in time for you to continue emptying your stomach contents, tears sprung into your eyes as the pain in your stomach grew stronger and effort of being violently ill into the porcelain bowl.

On the other side of the line, Kara was listening to you suffering. “Y/N baby? What’s wrong, where are you?” but at not getting a response she ditched everything to fly straight home following your heartbeat.

You stopped vomiting and felt exhausted, you spit into the toilet and flush it.  You use toilet paper to clean you mouth and drop to the bathroom floor exhausted.  Kara enter the apartment looking for you.

Kara: “y/n?, oh my God what’s wrong baby?”- Kara panics at looking at your body sprawled in the bathroom floor all pale and clammy.

y/n: “Ughh best guess? stomach bug. I just puked my guts out, and before that I emptied my bowels in a different way” - you grimace at the explosive diarrhea you went through less than half an hour ago.

Kara: “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry you feel so poorly. Come on, let me pick you up from the floor”- the blonde woman tries to pick you up, but you feel like you’re not quite over.

Y/n: “Kara, I don’t think I can move quite yet and the floor is cold, it feels nice” –you move a little on the floor to get more of the chilly sensation on your hot skin- “I feel like crap sissy” a tear runs down your cheek and you look up to your sister. Kara brushes the tear away and cradles the side of your face. You are about to move again into a sitting position when you feel your stomach painfully cramp again and you roll into a fetal position trying to make the pain lessen somehow.

Kara: “Oh baby, looks like a horrible stomach bug. But I’m so bad at human illnesses let me call Alex really quick, she is the best when it comes to this kind of things.” Kara looks desperate and seeing you so sick on the floor. Kara is now sitting next to you holding your head in her lap and running her fingers through your hair.

Y/N: “You can’t, busy. Summit in New York” – you mumble trough clenching teeth.

Kara: “I know she is busy with work, but she can take a phone call if it’s an emergency. Its her or the ER. Your call.”

y/n: “Alex…” – you much prefer hearing your helicopter sister ask a thousand question that being prod and wait in the Emergency Room.

Kara takes her phone out of her pocket and dials the number; it rings a few times and then it connects.

Alex: “Hey what’s up, everything okay?”- the red head asks immediately, knowing her sisters wouldn’t be calling her if it was not an emergency.

Kara: “No, y/n is sick. I just found her on the bathroom floor all clammy and she told me she vomited a lot. Also, she thinks it’s a stomach bug.” You can´t hear what Alex says on the phone, then Kara turns the phone on speaker “Ok hold on, yes. Ok ok now you’re on speaker now”

Alex: “Hi little one. I’m so sorry you got sick baby and I bet you feel awful but I need to ask you a few things ok?”

You nod, even though Alex cant see you, but you think if you can let her think it’s a stomach bug going around the office you’ll be off the hook and avoid the speech on getting food from street vendors.

Y/n: “Yeah ok…”- you feel to tire so yes, you can answer whatever she wants as longs she doesn’t ask you to move.

Alex: “Ok sweetie, Kara mentioned vomiting, what else are you feeling? Do you also have diarrhea? is she warm or cold Kara?

Y/N: “painful cramps, diarrhea definitely that was first and the puked my guts out. Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything left inside my intestines by this point. It was super gross Alex. I feel a little cold now. There’s a bug going on around the office and some of the guys got sick”- you say the last part a bit fast and avoid looking at Kara, then you groan in pain at another cramp.

Kara: “She is all clammy, her cheeks are flush, and she is shivering a little. Also, she is now avoiding direct eye contact…” – Kara raises an eyebrow at you, knowing there’s something you are avoiding.

Alex: – “y/n baby, was your stool a little bloody and watery? Or soft and muddy? , also Kara can you check her abdomen does it look a little swollen and prod very gently please “

y/n: “first one”- You can hear Alex give a long sigh

Kara: “definitely swollen and a bit tender”

Alex: “What did you eat yesterday either at lunch or dinner? And don’t even think about lying to me y/n. I will know if you are lying. That’s not just a stomach bug”

Kara is looking down at you worry on her face, “We ate steak and mashed potatoes with some veggies last night. Lena cooked. and I know I can’t get sick, but Lena was okay. So, what did you eat for lunch baby?”

Y/n: “a cheeseburger” –you mumble

Alex: “Where?”

y/n: “A new place near the building, a few of the guys I work with we got burgers yesterday”

Alex: “when you say ´new place, you mean a well stablished franchise or restaurant? Not a street vendor with doubtful hygiene and suspicious meat or produce, right? -  ughh busted, you thought.

y/n: “Street vendor” – you lamented

Kara: “ohh sweetie. You know better than that”- Kara kept her gentle touch but looking a bit disappointed in you.

Alex: “Well baby, I hope the burger was so amazing and worth it, because what you have is food poisoning and most likely due to contaminated ground beef with E. coli. There is nothing to stop it or make it better faster. Your body will get rid of the bacteria during the following days. Simply needs to run its course.”

Y/N: “No cheeseburger in world is worth this pain or disgusting vomiting or explosive diarrhea. I feel like crap Lexie”- you play your Lexi card, so your big sister takes pity on you. You feel bad enough as it is, you don’t need to hear more disappointment from her.

Alex: “I know baby girl. Its quite uncomfortable and painful. You need rest and avoid over exerting, that will only make your stomach feel worse. Kara, I need you to make sure she drinks lots of fluids, she will keep vomiting and having constant bowel movements in the next couple of days and she can get dehydrated very quickly. Lots of water and Pedialyte . Let her stomach to settle first .  Avoid giving her any solid foods until she is no longer nauseous or vomiting as much. Avoid juices or other beverages with a lot of sugar or sweeteners that can make diarrhea worse. Let’s wait for 24 hours like this without any food and after that we can see if you can ease her back into eating soft and bland food. Call me if she gets worse or if the fever is too high.”

Y/N: “not even hungry anyways…”

Kara: “will do Alex, I’m taking off work for the week I’ll let Lena know. She is out of town as well, but I can handle goober just fine. right kiddo?”

You just try to crawl into Kara’s lap you starting to feel cold and so very tired. “Yeah, I’m cold. You warm”

Alex: “She will sleep a lot, wake her up and make her drink water or fluids Kara, its very important. Make sure her temperature doesn’t go above 102 F. if she get above that range just make her take a bath in lukewarm water or use a cold compress. Let her eat ice chips, NO dairy, no caffeine, no sugar, or fatty food. If she does eat those, she will end up throwing up everything. If temperature goes above 103 take her immediately to the ER. It shouldn’t but keep an eye on that. Seriously Kara call me anytime ok?”  

Kara: “Will do Alex. Thanks, and I’ll call you later once y/n is more comfortable and asleep”

Alex: “Ok, feel better sweetie, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Be good for Kara and try to relax and let your body get rid of everything at its own pace. Don’t rush anything. I love you sweetheart. Love you Kara, bye”

Y/N “Bye, love you Lexie”

Kara: “Bye Alex, love you too” – the phone calls gets disconnected. Kara looks down at you. “You think you are ready to move from the bathroom floor to the living room?”

y/n: “can you help me up to rinse my mouth? It tastes like crap ugh”

Kara: “of course. Up we go”- Kara gently stands up with you in her arms and helps you to your feet.

But you get dizzy and grab ahold of Kara’s arms for support

Kara: “hey hey I got you, easy there baby girl”

y/n: “everything its spinning and I don’t feel so g…” but before you can finish the sentence your eyes go wide and Kara see what’s about to happen and helps you to your knees in front of the toilet once again. Kara holds your hair away from your face with her other hand rubbing soothing circles down your spine while providing word of comfort.

You keep vomiting for a few minutes more “ughh I thought I had ridden of everything by now. This Is so disgusting” a few tears leak down your cheeks and Kara just helps you to your feet again and flushes the toilet.

Kara: “I know sweet girl, but Alex did say you will be experiencing vomiting and other stuff for a few days. So, let’s get you rinse your mouth and settle down in the couch so you can sleep this off, okay?”

You just nod and work on getting your teeth brushed and get rid of the nasty taste. Kara helps you to your room to change into your pajamas.

Kara: “Bed or couch?” -you just point down to your bed giving her your answer. “Okay okay” Kara lowers you on your bed and goes to close the curtains so you can rest more comfortably.

y/n: “Hold me?”- you pout pitifully

Kara: “of course baby girl. Let me just get your water and text Lena to let her know I won’t be into work for a few days and also text your boss you’re sick” – I’ll be right back.

y/n:” don’t want water please just hold me, I’m cold sissy”- more tears run down your cheeks, you just want your sister to hold you now.

Kara: “aww chucks, baby you feel real awful don’t ya? Ok here I’ll call later, and you need to drink water in an hour or two. I will wake you up. come here sweet bean”- Kara moves you so you are now lying basically on top of her, you hide your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her. You are leaching on her warmth shamelessly. Kara doesn’t mind at all begins to pat down your back softly like when you were little she needed to calm you down and put to to sleep.

Kara: “Aww my little koala is here. You’re so cuddly baby. I’m sorry you are feeling so poorly but I’ll be here with you all the time. You just close your eyes and go to sleep. You’ll feel better in no time, you’ll see”

y/n: “I’m never eating cheeseburgers again”- you give a yawn and began to drift off. Kara juts chuckles and starts to hum softly a lullaby song she uses since you were a little girl and where having trouble falling asleep or felt sick. You are out in less than 5 minutes.

Kara wait for you to be completely asleep to grab her cellphone she still has on her pocket. Texts Lena you are sick and will call her later, but you are okay just miserable for eating street food. And then sends a quick text to y/n boss, thank Rao she is close friends with y/n otherwise would be a pain to explain why she is texting instead of her employee.

Kara puts the cellphone down on the nightstand and holds y/n more to her chest and begins to run her hand up and down y/n spine and watches her sleep for a little while until herself starts to feel sleepy and decides to take a nap too.

Kara is awaken by your moving around and painful moaning. You curl into yourself as much as you can, trying to wave through the painful cramp in your tummy.

y/n: “It really hurts Kara, it hurts so bad”- you say through clenching teeth and tears sprung into your eyes once again. You feel miserable and in so much pain.  

Kara feels you are getting a bit hotter now and you are sweating too. “Okay little one, I think a bath can help you now, and you need to drink a little bit of water. Come here”

y/n: “No. pelease, no Kara. I just want the pain to stop and sleep again. I don’t want a bath” -you cry softly into her neck

Kara: “I’m sorry baby, but you feel too warm and you will feel better after the bath. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

Kara picks you up from the bed and takes into the bathroom, she sits you down at the toilet seat while she runs a lukewarm bath for you.

Y/n: “Kara I don’t feel so good…” again you turn green and Kara helps you to sit infront the porcelain bowl once more.

You throw up again, but its mostly bile. Kara holds your hair out of your face while making comforting rubs on your lower back while you continue to be sick. your stomach its already empty from all the previous vomiting and you didn’t really eat anything for breakfast. You feel so weak after the effort it took to vomit once again. You are sweaty and pale and slump into Kara. Kara gently runs a hand down your spine and grabs a small towel to clean off the bile in your lips.

Kara: “sshh …baby come one. Its over now.  Here use this mouth wash to rinse and spit it in the toilet” -Kara then flushes the toilet and strips you off your clothes. She also strips down to her underwear and gets into the tub with you.  She helps you lean into her so she can wash your skin with a soft washcloth and pour the lukewarm water down your body to cool you down. After a while she notices your feel cooler to the touch. Washes your hair gently and lets you lean back onto her. You have always loved the skin to skin contact when feeling sick or unwell. Your sisters have done this many times over the years as well as you mom Eliza. You like feeling their warm skin and listen to their heartbeat. But Kara posses a special feature, she is warmer than any human. You feel her skin on you help you with the chills and you feel yourself drifting off to sleep again.

Kara notices you are almost asleep, and decides you are cool enough now and gently nudges you awake.

Kara: “sweet girl please don’t fall asleep quite yet. Let me dry you off a bit and you need to drink a little bit of water. Then you can sleep again promise”

You grunt in disapproval “Nuh uh … don’t wanna, I just want sleep”

Kara: “ I know sweetie but its not an option, come one”- Kara immediately stands and grabs ahold of you and takes one of the bath robes and uses one on her and then she uses a big fluffy towel to pat you down enough to remove the water excess but leaving your skin a bit damp to help keeping you cool.

She takes you back to your room and sets you on top of the bed and quickly grabs a set of lose shorts and tank top to avoid overheating you.  She then sits you with you back on a pillow resting against the headboard while she speeds to the kitchen to get you ice water.

Kara: “Okay sweetie small sips, just a few smalls sips and that’s it.”- she makes you drink a bit of water and leaves the glass on the nightstand again. You notice she is now wearing a pajamas too and in the nightstand there’s also a bowl with water and a few small towels and an empty plastic bow- “Just in case you feel sick and need to vomit again and avoid a trip to the bathroom”

Y/N:” thank you sissy”- you tear up and your chin trembles.

Kara: “No no don’t cry baby girl. Come here”- she gently lifts you up sits down and then lays you on her side you head resting on her collarbone. She left her soft button- up pajama top mostly open so you can lean into her and feel her skin near the collarbone and upper chest. You settle down and keep listening to her heartbeat.

Kara: “sshh sshh…sweetie just close your eyes and sleep. You’ll feel better soon just sleep now” – once again you feel her gentle touch on your back, down your arms and temple. And that soft voice humming the melody you associate with comfort. you move a little trying to find the perfect spot and just like that in less than 10 minutes you’re asleep.

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 30

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,013

Warnings: BABY TIME! That shit is hard.

A/N: Just fluffy stuffs, my friends.

Morgan Diana Reid and Blake Xing Reid enter the world at 7:37 and 7:41 AM respectively. Morgan is five and a half pounds exactly and 18 inches long. Blake is 18 inches and clocks in at just over five pounds. They’re beautiful. Perfect. They have Ai’s full head of hair and Kyle’s nose and mouth.  

Ai is a champion. She had them both naturally (though you still contend there’s nothing natural about a bowling ball popping out of a vagina). Shortly after they were born, she passed out from exhaustion and slept for nearly 13 hours, which meant you and Spencer were thrown into the fire right from the frying pan. Honestly, it all goes by too fast to truly enjoy, but you know you’ll remember those little moments, just watching as Morgan opens her eyes or Blake moves his fingers.

Before you leave the hospital with them after about five days, you allow Ai time alone with them. It breaks your heart to hear her sobbing on the other side of the door.  “Mommy and Daddy couldn’t give you the life you deserve right now, but we’ll always love you.” When you hear that you stifle a choked sob into Spencer’s chest and subsequently promise Ai and Kyle that they’ll always have a place in your family.

And then the insanity begins.

You thought it was hard with Charlotte.

Now there’s two.

TWO.

And Charlotte.

Sleep is non-existent. Maybe an hour at a time at the most. You cry about as often as Morgan and Blake do, which is a whole hell of a lot. Even Spencer breaks every now and then. But they grow so fast. Almost too fast if you’re being honest. Their cheeks get chubbier. They move more. Limbs flying as fast as a cheetah despite being about 30 times as helpless.

Sex? Even more non-existent than sleep.

It’s harder because everything is doubled, but you also have more of an inkling when things go wrong, when they’re sick, when things need to be done. Instead of wondering what each kind of sound means, you know, and you can react accordingly, so you don’t feel as much of a fish out of water as you did last time.

Right now, your fun entails sitting still on the couch with one of the babies on your chest while Spencer sits beside you with the other. Charlotte is taking one of her now rare naps at Spencer’s side. Both of you have to pee but Charlotte, Morgan and Blake are all content and it feels like you’re playing with fire if you dare to move.

Charlotte is the most amazing big sister. She insists they be included in reading time, so when their crying allows, you bring them into Charlotte’s room for storytime at night. She’s even tried to help you change a diaper but ran away when she realized it was stinky. And man are they stinky. Newborn poop is something else. Otherworldly.

During the first three weeks, you shower about five times in total. Your legs are hair as hell. Shaving takes too much time. And even though your weight is pretty stable, you still feel gross. Hygiene takes time and you don’t have it until about a month after they come home.

You’ve managed to get them on a similar schedule so they wake up and go to sleep within a few minutes of each other. Thank the gods Spencer did some research on how to sync up their schedules before they were born otherwise you’d be fucked.

Once they’re down for the night and Charlotte’s been read to (she’s very obsessed with the one about the two princesses that fall in love right now), you sink into bed beside the man you love. “I think we’ve got about two hours before they wake up again,” you say, mouth stretching out into a yawn. “Talk to me before we fall asleep. I feel like we haven’t spoken in 10 years.”

Chuckling, Spencer rubs his hand up and down your arm. “We haven’t even known each other ten years.”

“Feels like forever.”

“Yea, it does,” He sighs happily. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything. Just talk to me. Give me stats.”

He pulls you into his lap and combs his hand through your hair. “Luckily, that’s my specialty. Okay, so listen to this-” Even through he can barely keep his eyes open you can hear the excitement in his voice. “Women with a higher body mass index are more likely to conceive twins. Obviously Ai is one of the exceptions. Anyway, higher body fat levels mean higher levels of estrogen which can cause the ovaries to release more than one egg at a time.

“Is that why it’s so hard for women to lose weight too?” You ask, annoyance tinging your sleep-deprived voice. “Like our bodies are holding on to fat because baby making?”

“Exactly. It’s bullshit, I know.”

He continues on, saying something about twins creating their own language, which you hope happens because that would be fascinating to watch. And then he talks about how twins can actually have different fathers, though it’s rare. You want to keep listening, but you drift off to sleep in his arms, only for you both to be rudely awakened by your screeching twins two hours later.

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A week passes and Charlotte’s terrible twos get a little worse, but you and Spencer realize quickly that it's because she hasn’t been getting enough attention, so you actively try to remedy that.

While Spencer is taking care of the babies’ feeding, you play with Charlotte. She’s getting into playing pretend now, so she’s using two dolls to reenact her two princesses book. You’re merely an audience member, but Charlotte needs to tell the story. As the days go by, you make sure one of you is taking care of the babies while the other handles Charlotte. Again, it feels like you and Spencer don’t speak for ages.

But you got through it once before, right?

It’ll just take time.

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik cuddling with Reader while she is on her period/having sex with Reader while she is on her period.

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT, mentions of blood, cuddling, College Boy Erik.

Y/N woke up from an hour nap with her books at the foot of her bed. She was in the middle of studying for her Bio Chemistry class that she had to take as a prerequisite for Dental Hygiene. The pain is what woke her up after tossing and turning. Sharp, painful cramps sprang to life out of nowhere causing her to wince in pain while reaching down to rub her lower belly. Y/N pauses, picking up her phone to check her period app.

“Seriously? I thought this devil was coming tomorrow. Screw probation.”

Y/N called it probation because she couldn’t get any dick that she would surely crave since her menstrual days are her horniest days. Y/N groans, lifting out of her bed carefully in the loose fitted grey sweatpants that her boyfriend, Erik, left when he spent the night a few nights ago. That wasn’t the only thing he left. His durags, t-shirts, sneakers, and some hoodies were in her room as well. Y/N stood up with her shoulders slouched forward and her body feeling weak. Sure enough, as she pulled the waistband to Erik’s sweats, fresh crimson blood stained the crotch area of the pants heavily. Y/N then turned to the bed to see a stain in her white sheets. She was used to this. She wore underwear and certain clothes for things like this but this time around she wasn’t prepared. Frustration flowed through her veins as she walked with her knees buckled to the bathroom for another shower.

Y/N reaches under the sink to grab the peroxide so she could soak and scrub the blood from Erik’s sweats. Stripping naked, she felt the fresh blood trickle down her inner thighs since she always had a heavy flow during her menstrual cycle. Rushing so she wouldn’t stain the new white faux fur rug that she purchased for her bathroom, Y/N steps into the shower the blood only splattering on the edge of the tub. She made the water run hot while she lazily stood under it, staring at the wall and hugging her lower belly. All she wanted right now was a rub of Haagen Dasz coffee ice cream, some herbal tea, her favorite long u-shaped plush pillow that Erik purchased for her and watch crap TV. Another thing Y/N craved was her man’s big, strong arms wrapped around her while he rests his chin on her shoulder. Erik’s rubs to her belly always soothes the ache she felt. Then he gave Y/N soft kisses to her cheek and forehead. She was going to text him when she gets out of the shower.

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Pain on 1000, Y/N twists painfully from side to side in her freshly made bed. Erik didn’t reply to her cry for help. Where was her big strong boyfriend when she needed him? Then, it dawned on her. He had an evening course for school since he was going back to become an MRI Technologist. His evening hours where from 6PM to 9PM. It was currently 8:45PM. In the fetal position, Y/N whimpers, tears forcing out of the corners of her eyes like a pipe ready to burst because of how hard she squeezed her eyes. All the medicine in the world couldn’t stop her from being in pain.

As if Erik could hear her cries, Y/N’s phone vibrated with an incoming call. She reached out for her phone from its wireless charger on her bed, hitting the green button to accept his call.

“Baby, baby, where are you?” She spoke before he could even say what’s up or what’s wrong.

“I’m driving, class got out early. Everything okay, love?” Erik asks with concern.

“I need you,” She spoke softly with a whimper, “Can you come be with me?”

“I was going to do that anyway,” Erik chuckles, “I haven’t seen you since a few nights ago I need my baby girl.”

“Good, because my period decided to creep up on me and I’m having cramps right now. I need you to cuddle me and rub my belly.”

“Aww, Damn, no loving for me then, huh?”

“Sorry, Erik,” Y/N’s body tenses up from another affliction that made her tear up more.

“It’s okay. Did you need me to bring anything before I come over?”

“Just some ice cream. The coffee kind.”

“Bet, my sweats still over there, right?”

Y/N knew that he would ask about that. She had them in her washer right now. The blood successfully came out but it took a lot of effort.

“Um...about that-“

“You stained them?”

Y/N felt embarrassed. She didn’t want Erik to think that was disgusting.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you another pair-“

“Girl, chill out. I don’t care about all that I just wanted to know if I needed to make a stop at my place before I came to you. Don’t trip, I don’t give a fuck about that shit.”

Y/N giggles while rolling over into her back, “some guys do-“

“Well, I ain’t some guys, I’m Erik, and I don’t think it’s gross.”

Y/N blushes while biting her lip, “Thank you,” she spoke timidly.

“Always, baby, listen, I just pulled up to 7-eleven I’ll let you know when I’m close, okay?”

“Okay, love you,” Y/N smiles.

“Love you too.”

She adored him.

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Erik Stevens had a key to his girls apartment. He opened the door, stepping inside of her darkened living room. The chain lock secured, Erik takes off his sneakers by the door, heading into the kitchen to grab a spoon for her ice cream. Erik walked down the narrow hallway leading to her bedroom, finding Y/N on the bed laying on her right side staring at the TV. She was currently watching Family Fued. She had on a long plaid buttoned shirt that Erik remembers her purchasing from Good Will since she loved thrifting. Her big brown eyes went from sad to happy in a millisecond when she saw her man. She hopes up onto her knees, arms out like she was a toddler asking to be picked up. Erik smirked, walking over to his girl, bringing his arms around her waist and picking her up from the bed so she could straddle him. Her lips found his, kissing him gently at first before the taste of his tongue took over her senses, her kisses more forceful. Erik’s hands ran over her ass, palming it and squeezing it. She made sounds of pleasure in his mouth, her eyes closed.

“How is my baby feeling?” Erik looked up at her, “You look like you need all my love right now.”

“I do,” Y/N played with one of the strings of Erik’s hoodie, “I need my big, strong man.”

“Aww, my baby is so needy right now,” Erik kisses her forehead, “Come on, let’s get you on the bed.”

Erik lays Y/N down delicately before walking away towards her closet. He removes his khaki colored hoodie, revealing a loose fitted white tee underneath since he has so much muscle mass. He had on another pair of sweats too, the same design except they were black. His kinky fro was covered in a beanie but he snatches that off, using the tips of his fingers to pull out his curls. Y/N always found watching Erik undress to some degree satisfying. Erik comes back to the bed, bringing the 7-eleven bag with him and the spoon. He grabs the ice cream, removing the seal, and sank the fork directly in the middle for her to have at it. Y/N sits up, Erik wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her over in one motion so she would lean against him while his arms rubbed her belly. She went limp against him, making sounds of pleasure and relief to finally have her ice cream and her man.

“Are you going to spend the night with me?” Y/N asks in a sweet voice, “I don’t think I would be able to sleep if you weren’t here.”

“Yeah, baby,” Erik looked from her tongue licking the ice cream from the spoon to her angelic brown eyes, “I’ll keep you nice and warm.”

Y/N giggles, scooping some more ice cream, “You treat me like a princess.”

“It’s because you are.”

Y/N wasn’t helping situations. She smelled like coconut oil, touching her belly made him want to rip the buttons on her plaid shirt so he could see her naked body, the way her curly hair tickles his chin and neck from the pineappled fro she had made his body shiver, and loved to bat those pretty brown eyes at him which got her whatever she wanted. He was horny for her. No sex since a few nights ago. That’s always how it was. Erik craved Y/N every second of every day. Now, his dick was hard and tenting the front of his black sweats. This night was about her and making her feel better but every little thing she did made him horny.

“What do you wanna watch,” Y/N looked over into his eyes, “We can watch Blade.”

“Sure,” Erik was always down to watch that it was a favorite of his, “I really just want to feel your ass on my dick while we cuddle.”

“Baby...stop it,” Y/N rolls her eyes. She was already horny just from him rubbing her belly, “You can’t talk like that when I’m on my period.”

“I can’t help that I’m hard right now and that I need some.”

“You are not helping,” Y/N places the ice cream on her side table in her room, “okay, let’s cuddle.”

Erik helps Y/N down on the bed, pulling the comforter over them both before pulling her close with his big arm. The second Y/N’s ass hit his dick, Erik’s nose went into her curls and his jaw tightened. His hand ran up and down her belly, eyes watching her lashes move up and down from her blinking while she puts on the movie. Erik pushes his dick further between her cheeks, eliciting a tiny moan from Y/N.

“Babyyy,” She complains, “Stop.”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Didn’t you tell me that masturbating and sex helps with cramps?”

“I did,” Y/N looks over her shoulder and back at Erik, “what are you suggesting?”

“I want to have sex so I can make you feel better.”

“Baby...that’s gross,” Y/N chuckles, “Plus, I’m not in the mood I just want to cuddle and be near you.”

“You are in the mood,” Erik reaches up to pinch one of her nipples, “That’s reason number one. Reason number two I can’t figure out since you don’t want me down there.”

“I’m wet regardless because I’m bleeding out,” Y/N cold feel it leaking as she spoke, “It’s messy and too much-“

“I don’t care. It’s a natural thing, Y/N. Period blood doesn’t bother me, girl.”

Y/N didn’t respond, she just turned her head back to watch TV. Even if she did say yes how would that feel? She thought about sex during her probation before but then that all ended because she assumed every guy wouldn’t be in to that. Here comes Erik Stevens, a guy who doesn’t give a fuck and who thinks pussy is pussy no matter what.

“Have you done this before, with another girl?” Y/N was curious.

“Nah. This would be my first time if you let me do it.”

Erik turns Y/N around to face him, using his fingers to stroke some hair from her eyes. Y/N knew that staring into those eyes would make her second guess the disgust she felt about having sex on her cycle. His fingers lightly stroked her lower belly directly over the area that hurt.

“The pain is right there,” Y/N spoke with a crease in her brows.

“Right here?” Erik rubs while looking her in her eyes.

“Uh-huh,” She bites her lip, “That feels good.”

“I can make you feel better though,” Erik pulls the waist band of her floral cotton panties, “Can I see?”

“Why?” Y/N felt her heart race.

“I just wanna see what makes you feel so icky. I wanna see why you’re shying away from me having sex with you.”

“Erik...it’s just not sexy,” She laughs nervously, “I’m bleeding-“

“I don’t care.” Erik reassures her.

“You are serious?” She couldn’t believe it for a second.

“YEAH,” He spoke with annoyance.

“I’m sorry it’s just-I just-I’m shocked I guess.”

Erik gave Y/N a soft smile, “I told you, I’m a different breed of man, Y/N. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Trust me, I do. Everyday.”

Erik leans forward to kiss her before trailing those soft kisses down her neck. He left a wet trail behind each time. Y/N’s body arched and she couldn’t tell the difference between wet pussy versus the blood. What she did feel between her legs however was a throb for attention. Her pussy felt neglected in all of this.

“So, what’s up then? Can you show me?”

Y/N looks away from Erik shyly, “Okay.”

Y/N watches as Erik pulls the comforter back from her legs, her panties revealed. His large hand cupped her pussy, rubbing it up and down. That felt amazing too. Y/N always felt a little sore down there during her cycle. Her legs opened further, her hands shaking from how nervous she was.

“Erik, maybe we shouldn’t-“

“STOP.” He ordered her.

“But, baby,” Y/N gasps when she felt Erik’s finger rub between her pussy lips over her panties.

“Shhh, cut it out,” Erik thumbed her clit, “Stop, tripping, okay?”

“Okay.”

Erik takes his fingers, pulling her panties down and over her knees. She has a tampon on right now. Her panties weren’t stained. Erik folds them and places them on the bed next to him.

“You okay?” He whispered to her.

“Yeah,” She could feel him using the tips of his fingers to spread her, “Baby, Wait, Wait...I have a tampon on,” She was overly bashful, “Why do you want to do this so much? I don’t feel confident.”

“You shouldn’t feel like that. I love you. All of you. I don’t care about blood, ma. It’s the same pussy I fuck when it’s not bleeding. Relax, baby. I got you, okay? Now, let me see.”

“Can I at least remove my tampon first?” Y/N sat up, thighs clenched so blood wouldn’t mess up the bed.

“Go ahead,” Erik helps her from the bed, “I’ll grab a few towels.”

He was dead fucking serious.

Y/N went to her bathroom, closing the door halfway and sitting on her toilet. She removes her tampon, wrapping it, and then throwing it in her trash can. Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. She wanted to try it and see if she liked it but on the other hand she didn’t want to make a mess and appear disgusting. Even though Erik said he did didn’t care there was still a small part of her that thought he did.

“Baby?” Erik’s voice could be heard calling out to her. He smooth, husky voice, “Do you need my help?”

“No, I’m coming,” Y/N wipes herself before flushing the toilet and washing her hands. Quickly, she made it back to the bedroom, Erik laying out black towels with the sheets pulled from the bed. He was in nothing but his black sweats, shirt off and tempting. She gets onto the bed, laying back on the towels with her thighs tightly shut.

“Are you gonna be difficult?” Erik questions with a raised brow, “Because I told you, I don’t give a fuck. Ain’t gonna stop me.”

“I’ll try not to be,” She spoke truthfully.

“Try really hard for me, okay?” Erik got onto his knees in the bed between her legs, “Now, spread your legs for me.”

With a shake of her thighs, Y/N opens them, her beautiful pussy spread open for Erik to see. She couldn’t look at him while he stared at her pussy. Y/N turned away, eyes closed. His silence is what made her close her thighs.

“Did I tell you to close your thighs?”

“No,” Y/N opened them again, “You just didn’t say anything-“

“It’s because I was admiring that pussy, ma. Stop reading into everything.”

“Ugh, okay,” She opens her thighs again, “Just...day something, anything.”

“It’s beautiful, even with the blood, it’s still beautiful.”

Y/N glances at Erik, “Really?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you, wouldn’t do you like that,” Erik takes his fingers to spread her more, “Fuck,”

“Huh?” She got up on her elbows, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Erik didn’t remove his eyes from between her legs, “How could a nigga find this nasty? It ain’t nasty, it’s precious.”

“Erik,” Y/N couldn’t believe that’s how he felt.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” Erik leans over Y/N while his fingers rubbed her clit, “Damn, baby, you’re so damn pretty down there.”

“Erik,” She couldn’t say much but his name. His free hand unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts with extra hard nipples ready to be sucked on.

“Keep saying my name like that. It’s only gon’ make my dick harder,” Lips sucked on her nipples, “You gon’ let Daddy fuck that pretty pussy to make you feel better?”

“Yes,” Her nipples were electrified from his licking and sucking.

“I just want my baby girl to feel better,” Erik picked up the speed of his fingers on Y/N’s clit.

“Mmm, fuck,” Y/N could feel her hips moving in tandem with his motions, “Erik-“

“What?”

“Fuck, Erik, that feels so good.”

“Your so messy on my fingers,” His teeth lightly grazed her left nipple, “Cum on my fingers, girl.”

“Please,” She begged him to keep going. Y/N was past the point of caring about her bleeding when Erik deliciously rubbed her hardened clit the way he did.

“Say my name again,” Erik ran his tongue up Y/N’s neck.

“Erik”

“Good girl. That pussy cumming ain’t it?”

“Uh-huh,”Y/N gasps and pants heavily, “Yes, I’m gonna cum, baby.” She bites down on her bottom lip as her release rocked through her. Her thighs closed around Erik’s hand. She could feel herself creaming on the towels.

“Damn,” Erik looks at his fingers covered in her wetness mixed with blood, “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

“Y/N reaches out to feel on Erik’s dick, “Umph, baby, it’s so fucking hard.”

“I know, that’s why I need you. You ain’t even gotta suck it,” Erik whips his fingers on the towel before getting off the bed to take of his sweats. He pulls out his wallet, grabbing one gold wrapped condom before crawling back onto the bed. Y/N watched Erik’s dick bounce up and down as it stood straight from how solid it is. He was fully erect, 100% rigid. All of that because of how much he needed to be inside of Y/N no matter how much she bled. Erik pulls Y/N’s thighs up and over his shoulders to decrease the amount of mess. With his dick in his grip, Erik slips inside, no resistance, just sliding right in because of how messy she is. It was so slippery from the blood and her natural lubricant. The sensation sent tingles from the tip of his dick all the way down to his heavy sack filled with cum. Erik looked down between her legs to see his condom covered dick crimson. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her fast. That’s how good it felt.

Y/N could feel all of Erik inside her aching pussy. The slippery sex felt so damn good that Y/N couldn’t muster a word or a sound. She wanted to kick herself for not trying this before. She felt the exact same pleasure from when she wasn’t on her period but sloppier and wetter. The noises her pussy made turned her on so much. It was like music.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, girl,” Erik mumbled in her ear, “oooooo I don’t wanna get out of this pussy.”

Y/N drags her nails down Erik’s back, “You don’t have to stop, Daddy, remember, you’re supposed to make me f-feel better,” Y/N’s eyes rolled shut.

“That pussy feeling better already,” He swiveled his hips deeper, “Mmm, girl, I wanna feel you cum on Daddy’s dick while I beat it up.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, yes,” Y/N felt the pressure from his dick dragging over her G-spot and pulling on her clit, “Shit-shit, Daddy, that dick is on my G-spot, Umph, ima squirt-“

Y/N felt the rush of liquid fall to the towels and on Erik’s dick. Her hips moved up and down with his strokes because she needed to feel him inside of her.

“Keep still, let Daddy fuck you,” Erik held her hips in place, “Ain’t so disgusted now are you? The way you fucking me back let’s me know you don’t care about that silly shit. Who in this pussy?”

“Daddy-“

“Daddy a man, baby, Daddy ain’t no little boy. Daddy don’t give a fuck about some blood,” Erik felt her walls hug him, “mmmm, such a greedy little pussy.”

“YES!” Y/N gave herself to him. She couldn’t keep up with his strokes to her walls.

“Damn, you about to make Daddy bust a nut already?” Erik slows down, “This what you do to me, girl, you always get me like this. It don’t matter what you do, you always get Daddy’s dick hard.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so big,” Y/N could feel her warm wet pussy leaking, “you feel so good inside of me.”

Y/N tightened her walls around Erik’s dick, pulling him further inside until his hips let hers. His groomed pubic hair was warm and wet from her blood mixed with her wetness. The more he tried to pull his dick out all the way to the tip, the more she pulled him back with her greedy pussy.

“You don’t want me to go huh? You like me in this pussy? You don’t care about making a bloody fucking mess on me? Answer me.”

“Fuck! No!” Y/N shook her head from side to side, “No, Daddy, I just want you to keep fucking me!”

Erik’s sweaty face rested on Y/N’s cheek while his fingers squeezed the fat of her thighs to keep her still and for leverage so he could pound her pussy. Slippery and messy, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, an arm wrapping around Erik’s neck to hold on while he aggressively pounds her pussy.

“Daddy! Slow down! It’s gonna get everywhere!”

Erik completely ignored her.

“Fuck!!!!! Oh my God, oh, oh, shit, baby, fuck!!!” Y/N opened her mouth and her voice went mute. She beat the on Erik’s back weakly with her fist with her powerful release trying unsuccessfully to get him to slow down since she was overworked and sensitive.

“Baby, fuck, this precious little pussy on you got me cumming, “Y/N’s thighs almost choked him, “Stay fucking still.” He spoke through clenched teeth with a barely audible voice. Y/N stomached the deep penetration she felt and the way her walls tingled while Erik’s dick grew to a cum inspiring length. Filled and stretched, Erik grunts in Y/N’s ear as his cum shot into the condom, filling it up and damn sure almost breaking it with how much he exploded. It was like opening a cap on a shaken soda bottle.

“GODDAMN.” He was swimming in her tight pussy, “GODDAMN GIRL.”

Y/N looked towards the ceiling with disbelief.

“OH MY GOD,” Erik pulled his still hard dick out hesitantly. He still wanted to stay inside of her but his girl was whimpering. The condom was so tight around him from his cum stuffed inside. Erik could see Y/N’s cream coating her clit and labia and all of her menstrual blood mixed with her lubricant making her pretty pink pussy shine and glisten. Her outer lips were puffed and engorged from the beating Erik gave her. Watching her pussy convulse and jump, releasing more cream made Erik want to put on another condom, turn her over, and fuck that pussy some more.

“I actually feel better,” Y/N rubbed her sweaty belly, “I don’t feel the cramps anymore.”

“I told you, baby,” Erik leans forward to kiss her, “Now, you know how we can take care of that, right?”

“Yes,” She smiles weakly, “It was exactly what I needed.”

Erik leans over with a flex of his abs to see her fluids that stained his pubic area. The sight of it turned him on so much. Y/N sat up carefully, her thighs trembling. Even though her cramps were gone, her pussy still aches.

“I’ll run a bath,” Erik walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light and removing the condom. It was heavy with his cum. He grabbed some of Y/N’s natural soak with Aloe Vera, coconut oil, and lavender oil, placing it in her bath and spreading it around with his hand. He walks back to the room, spotting Y/N undressing.

“Come on, we’re taking a bath together.”

“How are you going to fit in my small ass tub. You know your much taller and bigger than me, Erik.”

Erik shrugs, “we’ll make it work. How do you feel though, you’re good?”

“I’m better. You just beat my pussy up, that’s all,” Y/N walks towards him with shaky knees, “Nothing I’m not used to from you, Daddy.”

Erik bites his lip at her, watching her walk past him before his hand reached out to lightly tap her but, “Mhm, that’s right. I’ll beat it up no matter what.”

[sick-atsumu-side]

4. It’s me | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Disclaimer: All of the characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate, they’re not mine.

Warnings: description of vomiting, emetophobia, panic attack.

Name: It’s me.

First of all I want to say that this came to my mind when I read @sickfic-with-kiko headcanons for Sakusa, She’s amazing and I have to give her credit for it. With nothing more to say, hope you enjoy!

No, no way in hell this was happening.

“Mom, can you please understand a little? I wanna go home, now.”

Sakusa was almost freaked out. He was outside the dorms in the middle of the night, talking on the phone with his mother because he got a stomach bug, and he didn’t wan’t to be sick even if the nausea was the thing that had woken him up at first place. He didn’t know this would be happening, much less in the all japan youth camp. It was a nightmare to him at this point.

Sakusa always have pills and stuff. He was always prepared, but this time they didn’t work.

“Kiyoomi, babe, look. This is a chance in a million for you and you can’t just come home now. You’ll be fine, so don’t panic. It’s just a tummy ache, ok? Don’t drop an opportunity like this... can you?”

“It’s just...”

“You’ll be fine, babe. Go and get some water and sleep well, then you’ll be feeling better. Trust me.”

Sakusa sighed shakily and then rubbed his stomach a little, walking almost in circles on the grass.

“Baby, have to go now. You know i have to work early tomorrow... can you sleep well for me?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s my boy.” Sakusa kicked a small stone that was near his foot. “Give your everything tomorrow on the court! Love you!”

“Love you too.”

Kiyoomi sighed again with frustration when he saw that his mother hung up the call. What was he supposed to do now? going to sleep?

Geez. He promised it to her, but he just couldn’t. His stomach was doing weird gurgles and sounds and he felt so bad, like if something wasn’t agreeing with him. He felt a little dizzy too and if he lay down on his bed maybe he would feel his stomach contents rising up his throat like when he woke up and Sakusa didn’t want that to happen. He couldn’t throw up.

It was gross, and scary. At least to him.

He started to feel that way after dinner, when Komori said something about the meat and... oh, the meat. That would make sense, but then why was he the only one feeling like this? It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t be the only one having chills and cramps, fuck.

Then he took pills for it and went to sleep, thinking that the uneasy feeling would go away. But that wasn’t the case.

When he woke up feeling dizzy in the middle of the night, nauseous and almost throwing up on the bed, he started to panic and wanted nothing more than to go home so he called his mother. But there he was, stuck with the ache and the feeling of his stomach contents being angry, trying to come out of his throat every damn second.

His mother always thought he was an exaggerated with sickness or hygiene, and so he was. But at the same time he knew she supported him anyway when something went wrong like the panic attacks or just the crying on fear of throwing up.

And yes, he was an emetophobic like hell. That explains a lot the situation.

“Geez.” He said under his breath, trying to soothe the nauseating feeling when a tiny and acidic burp escaped his lips. “U-ugh.”

He swallowed hard at the taste and stifled the next coming burps with his fist. Then he breathed hard too. Sakusa really felt too bad to the point of shaking.

He was about to lose the fight with his own body and that made him panic more and more.

And just when he thought of calling his mother again, he heard steps behind him.

“Kiyoomi-kun, the fuck you’re doing here? It’s like 3 am ya’know.”

Great. The stupid blonde.

“Go away.” He muttered, trying his best to concentrate on his breaths and the roiling feeling on his stomach. It was no way in hell that he would have a panic attack in the middle of the night. Much less he would let himself throw up.

“Ah?”

“Go away, Miya.”

“Don’t be mean with me, you stupid. That’s my thing.” Atsumu scoffed, but then he changed his countenance as he got closer to the dark haired boy. “Hey, you okay there? You look pale, like... Michael Jackson maybe?”

“I told you to go away.” His words sounded like he was drowning in his own air.

Atsumu raised his hands like an inocent puppy.

“Seriously, you look like shit. Kiyoomi-kun.”

“Can you just shut your fucking and gross mouth?! Leave!”

“Whoa... go easy with me or i’m going to kick your fucking ass. Don’t care if you are ok or not.” Atsumu sounded mean, but he was worried.

And Sakusa... he was less far from freaking out and losing control. His stomach was hurting too much and now he could taste vomit on his throat, while his breaths seemed uneasy too. Kiyoomi didn’t want to throw up. He really didn’t.

And hell, why was Atsumu even awake to see him like that?

“Fuck. I was just going to pee so I’ll leave yo...”

Sakusa let out a surpresed gag on his hand before starting to cry and hyperventilate. Now he was bending and facing the grass with wide eyes.

Atsumu almost freaked out, he didn’t expect that.

“The hell, are you sick?” He said. “I can’t deal with sick people so I’m gonna go, but do this thing in a bathroom because tomorrow we...”

Kiyoomi started to feel how his stomach was rising up to his chest and a uneasy feeling was appearing on his throat. He couldn’t breath and now was totally in panic. He wasn’t paying attention to Atsumu anymore and he panicked even more when the undigested food he ate from dinner started to flow up his throat without permission.

Sakusa cried out loud this time, while holding his full body by putting one hand on his knee. The other one was holding his mouth as if it were a thing of life or death.

Atsumu didn’t know what to do.

“Fuck, calm down. Don’t fucking cry in front of me.”

“I-i...”

Sakusa couldn’t breathe and either talk, his eyes were buzzy and his ears were on fire. Atsumu got a bit close and tried to talk or touch him but Sakusa didn’t let him. He was out of control. He just cried even harder and couldn’t hear what the blonde was saying to him.

A unproductive retch escaped his lips and he felt how his mouth was fully watery, just like his hand covered in tears and saliva. Now he was shaking like crazy, like if it was freezing outside but really it wasn’t. He was drowning himself and the only thing he wanted to do was to go home. He didn’t want to be there all alone.

His stomach was being all upset and now he was all sweaty. He was literally dying. Maybe he had a fever too, Sakusa didn’t know.

But he was miserable.

“Hey, hey. Easy, bud.” Suddendly, Sakusa felt a hand on his face and he pulled away immediately, with sobbs that sounded so sad to the boy trying to help. “Can you hear me? Can you see me? It’s me, only me. Atsumu’s gone for now and no one is here besides us. I’m here for you, Sakusa. Just... breathe for me, please.”

That voice...

Sakusa did know that voice very well, it wasn’t calm as her mother's but it felt relaxing anyway. Still, he couldn’t stop the crying or the unproductive retching between sobbs.

“Hey, you wanna puke right?” Sakusa shook his head with a face of full panic. “Ok, ok... everything’s alright. I am not touching you, but I am here. I’m Komori, you know me right?”

Sakusa nodded, and pressed his hand even harder on his mouth when a wet burp escaped his lips. He was too tensed to think straight or to stay calm.

“We’re friends, you know?” Sakusa tried to nod with his head. “Ok, now i want you to listen to me. Focus on my voice. You have to breath, in and out. Sounds fine to you?”

The dark haired boy nodded again, trying to be calm like his friend.

“Breathe for me, in and out.” Sakusa tried to do it at the same time Komori did it and worked well, because he seemed to start to relax a little. “You’re alright, you’ll be fine... that’s it, in and out. You’re doing a great job. Don’t fight it.”

“D-don’t... touch me.”

“I am not touching you.” Komori repeated, still breathing with him. “But i am here.”

Komori knew from the view he had, that his friend wouldn’t last long. He was in too much pain and too tensed to let himself throw up. Holding the vomit wasn’t the best option but it worked well for Sakusa. But not for Komori.

He knew he was about to throw up soon. His body wanted nothing more than to eliminate whatever it made him feel so disgusting and miserable.

“See? You’r...”

A sickening and wet burp escaped his lips, with a bunch of pale brown liquid escaping between his fingers and then to the grass in front of his face. Sakusa with wide eyes tried to stop the next round immediately by swallowing It back, but for some reason his body didn’t listen to him, so another round was released between his fingers with a thick and sickening gag.

Komori sighed with relief, but then wrinkled his nose at the sight and smell.

“That’s it, bud. Just let it all out. Don’t fight it... you’ll be fine.”

Sakusa removed his now drenched and disgusting hand from his mouth, finally giving up. So, Komori tried to say something to make him feel better since vomit have a lot of germs and he couldn’t touch him either. He was afraid of him panicking again, however, a productively retch released more vomit easily through his mouth, splashing it on the grass with a disgusting sound. The dark haired boy really wanted to die.

“You’re really sick, bud.” Said Komori, feeling kind of bad for him. “You’ve been feeling like this all day?”

Sakusa threw up more stinky liquid on the grass, feeling like a living firehose.

“Ok, maybe we’ll talk when you’re done.”

Sakusa groaned a little, because his middle was hurting way more than before and was literally throwing up everything he had eaten even before dinner. He could taste that lunch very well and that didn’t felt good. It was gross.

He gagged hard at the tought.

“K-komori, I-I don’t-”

Another belch escaped his lips with more vomit, this time pouring from his nose and ending on the now pool close to his feet, he coughed at the feeling. He was a truly mess.

Sakusa began to sob again.

“Easy, Sakusa.” Said Komori, trying to look him in the eyes. Even if Kiyoomi had them both closed in pain. “I told Atsumu to go get the nurse just in case. So she is going to check on you and you’ll be fine. And hey... look at me. It’s fine.”

Sakusa gagged loudly, this time bringing up just bile on the pool in the grass. But bile that fired up his throat.

“When was the last time you did actually throw up? I wan’t to celebrate. Your mom would not believe this.”

Sakusa coughed and gagged a few more times before he was left dry heaving. His eyes were full on tears and he was sobbing silently. Komori was trying his best to make him feel comfortable and Kiyoomi was greatful of that. He... did throw up.

“See? That was all, you already went through the worst of it.”

He actually threw up. He couldn’t believe how sick he was.

“Can I touch you now?”

“No.”

“But-“

“T-this is gross. You know it.” Sakusa rubbed his stomach with his cleaned hand and let out a breathy burp. “I hate throwing up.”

“I know you do, bud. But you did It well, although I would have preferred you to do it in the bathroom and not here.”

Sakusa smiled a little.

“Thank you, Komori.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi, for at least one second thought that vomit wasn’t that bad. Not when he have Komori with him to make him feel calm, even when the rounds of puke were over. It was... incomparable.