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2nd2ndalto · 1 year

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When I Get Home to You

Chapter Ten

*this chapter rated mature/explicit, be warned*

Only one more chapter after this, yay!

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Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Nico wakes earlier than he’d intended the next morning.

He takes his time returning fully to consciousness, soothed by the comforting sound of Will’s steady breath next to him. It’s rare for him to wake before Will, and once he does manage to open his eyes, he takes the opportunity to drink in the sight of the man lying next to him, lips parted, his brow creased just slightly, dark blonde lashes feathered against his cheekbones. In the quiet and peace of their bedroom, and with nothing at all planned for today, Nico feels calm and whole. Grateful to be waking in his cozy house with his beautiful husband next to him.

Sticks must have heard him wake, though, because the dog noses her way into the bedroom and lets out a soft whine. Careful not to disturb Will, Nico climbs reluctantly out of the warm bed and pads quietly to the back door. He’s leaning against the door frame, absently waiting for Sticks to return, when he notices the dog worrying at something near the hammock. Shit.

Grabbing a fleece from the hook by the back door, Nico hurries out into the yard. The damp grass is icy on his bare feet.

“Sticks? Drop it.”

The dog turns to gaze at him, looking guilty, clearly hiding something in her jowls. There’s something sticking out from between her teeth that looks suspiciously like the arm of Will’s glasses.

“Sticks,” he says, more threateningly. “Drop it, girl.”

She doesn’t, but Nico’s still quick on his feet, and he makes a grab for the dog’s collar before she can abscond with the glasses the way she clearly wants to. He sighs, prying her jaws open and gently extricating the glasses. He gives Sticks a stern look, for all the good it will do.

Luckily, she hasn’t done any damage, and Nico sits down on a low rock near the windmill palm to carefully clean the dirt, slobber and dew from the glasses with the hem of his t-shirt. He hooks them over his collar and leans forward, elbows on his knees, closing his eyes. It’s quiet, still. There’s a fresh crispness to the air that nudges with the reminder of the change of seasons, chills the tip of his nose and ears. Then suddenly there’s a whine and a sharp swipe at his face, and Nico startles, opening his eyes.

“Sticks, what the fuck?” he squeaks, putting his hand to his cheek and pulling it away, checking for blood. Sticks lifts a paw to bat at him again, thankfully only making contact with his arm this time and Nico grumbles, scratching Sticks’ ears like she clearly wants.

Nico’s gaze sweeps across the yard and - oh right. He rises, walking back to the hammock and gingerly picking up last night’s discarded t-shirt from the dew-wet grass, heading inside to drop the stiff garment into the laundry.

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Nico’s just about to head to the shower when he meets his husband in the hallway. “Morning, sunshine,” he says. But when Will’s eyes rise to meet Nico’s, his gaze shows immediate concern.

“Shit, Nico, you look like you were in a fist fight.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

Nico steps into the bathroom and flicks on the light, peering into the mirror. And yes, sure enough, he looks a bit battered - a nick on his chin, a trio of red scratches across his right cheek, his lower lip bluish and a bit swollen on one side, and… three small purpling bruises, one on his jaw and two on his throat.

Nico laughs in recognition. “Well, I cut myself shaving yesterday,” he taps his chin, “the scratches are from Sticks - she was getting a little… aggressively affectionate, you know.” He shrugs, turning to Will, who looks pale and pained.

“What?” he frowns. “Will, it’s not a big deal.”

“Your lip?” Will says quietly, reaching out a tentative finger, not quite touching.

“Well...”

“Is that from… me getting a little aggressively affectionate?” Will sounds embarrassed.

“It wasn’t just you. It was both of us.”

Will nods, looking worried.

“Will, I don’t mind. Hey,” Nico wraps his fingers around Will’s chin as Will glances down.

“Sorry,” Will sighs.

“For what? You didn’t hurt me. We just got a little… frantic. It was completely consensual, and I liked it. A lot.” Nico dips his head, trying to get Will to meet his gaze. “Hey, I’ll give you a big fucking hickey right now if it’ll make you feel better.”

A small smile pulls at Will’s lips, and he finally looks up. “I wasn’t trying to leave marks.”

“I know.”

“I’m over-reacting.”

“No, you’re just reacting. It was a rough weekend. Come here.” He wraps his arms around his husband, who dips his head to rest it on Nico’s shoulder, arms rising to wrap around Nico’s waist, slide up under his shirt and press against the bare skin of his back.

“Will it make you feel better if you heal me?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, if you want to.”

Will pulls away a fraction, his gaze still pained. Nico’s eyes linger on his husband’s face as Will’s fingers carefully trace his cheeks, his chin, his throat, his lips. Warmth tingles across Nico’s face and coils low in his stomach, though he’s fairly sure that’s not the vibe Will is intending, and he tries to ignore it.

Will sighs as he drops his hands, looking a little more relaxed.

“You okay?” Nico asks.

“Yeah. I am.” Will pauses, then nods. “I am, really. Mostly. I woke up feeling really relaxed. Sorry, just -” he gestures to Nico’s face, shakes his head. “It kind of hit me unexpectedly. The way these things do.”

Nico nods. He knows. He has a litany of his own triggers. They’ve gotten easier to deal with over time, and with work. But he understands very well how everything is harder when something’s already thrown him off-track.

Will frowns, diverted. “Are those my glasses?”

“Oh! Yes.” Nico pulls the glasses off his collar, and ignoring Will’s outstretched hand, carefully places them on his husband’s face, using his index finger to push them up the bridge of Will’s nose. Will blinks, smiles. “I pulled them from the jaws of that beast,” he nods towards Sticks, now lying in the hallway. “She found them in the backyard.”

“Oh gods,” Will’s eyes go wide. “Shit. Thanks for that.”

“Any time.” Nico’s gaze lingers on Will’s face, his mouth slowly pulling into a sly smile.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says softly. “You’re just adorable in your glasses. You look like a hot young professor.” Nico lets his eyes flick to Will’s mouth.

Will rolls his eyes, but at least he’s smiling. “Young-ish.”

“Hot,” Nico murmurs, slowly leaning in to press his lips to Will’s. He lingers there for a moment, pressure and heat, before pulling back. Will’s eyes flutter open. He takes a deep breath.

“Love you,” Will murmurs.

“I love you too.”

Will smiles at him fondly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Just for being you.”

Nico kisses him again, then winds his arms around Will’s waist, tucking his head under his husband’s chin. Will sighs, rubbing Nico’s back. “I need coffee,” he murmurs after a moment.

Nico laughs, pulling away. “‘Kay. I’m going to have a shower.”

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“Hey.”

Nico’s just stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and messy, towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hey yourself,” he tells his husband. Will looks more collected now, his eyes bright.

Will steps closer, winds his arms around Nico’s waist to whisper in his ear, “don’t get dressed yet.”

Nico laughs as Will begins walking him backwards towards their bedroom, grinning like an idiot the whole time.

“Why not?”

“Three guesses. First two don’t count,” Will laughs as Nico’s legs bump against the bed and Will yanks the towel from his waist and captures his mouth in a kiss in one fluid movement.

Nico sighs contentedly, draping his arms around his husband’s neck.

“This isn’t really fair,” he murmurs as Will begins lightly kissing down his neck, hands sliding lower on Nico’s back.

“No? How come?”

“You ambushed me.”

Will giggles.

“And you’re wearing way too many clothes.” Nico lets his hands slide up under Will’s shirt, smooth over warm skin, skate up his ribs. He reaches for the hem of the Will's shirt and pulls it carefully over his head when Will steps back. Will raises his hands to take his glasses off. Which honestly always gives Nico a little jolt of pleasure in this context, but -

“You could leave the glasses on?”

Will laughs. “No way. These poor glasses have been through enough.” He turns to carefully place them on the dresser and then immediately turns his attention back to his naked husband.

Will kisses him deliciously slowly and thoroughly in a way that makes Nico want to melt into a puddle. He breaks away to press kisses to Nico’s eyelids, his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” Will murmurs.

Nico laughs.

“What?” Will pulls back, flushed and happy.

“I changed my mind, I like you with the glasses off.” Nico leans in to kiss him again.

Will laughs. “I tell you you’re beautiful all the time. Even when you’re not blurry.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a dork, you -”

Whatever Nico had been about to say dissolves into a sigh, into the heat building between them as Will’s hands sink lower, fingers brushing against his length.

“Who’s the dork now,” Will whispers against his cheek, and before Nico can retort, Will sinks lower too, to his knees, and oh, that’s very very nice and Nico’s not sure how he’s still upright except that Will’s got him very pleasantly pinned against the bed, secured between his hands cupping Nico’s ass and his hot, wet mouth.

Another moment of sharp suction and Nico’s head is spinning. His hands come to rest gently against Will’s head, steadying himself. Just when he’s positive his knees are going to give out, Will stands again, kisses Nico on the mouth, on the cheek, nips at his earlobe. He gives Nico a gentle shove in the chest. “Lie down,” Will murmurs.

“Bossy,” Nico breathes. He complies, a little less gracefully than he intended to.

Will grins. “You love it.” And then he’s crawling over Nico to lie on top of him, fitting arms and legs and mouths together like they’ve done a thousand times.

“Pants… off,” Nico manages when Will pulls back for a breath, and Will giggles, wiggling cooperatively as Nico shoves at his waistband.

Will sighs at the contact once they’re both fully undressed, and Nico runs his hands everywhere he can reach, the curve of Will’s shoulders, the line of his spine, the dip of his lower back, all warm and familiar and home. “You feel so good,” he murmurs as Will presses into him.

“Mmm, you too.” Will drops a kiss to the tip of Nico’s nose before his mouth presses to Nico’s neck, lingering to lick along his collarbones. Nico moans softly, tipping his head back into the pillow, eyes closed, lost in the dizzy, building heat. Then Will’s mouth is on his chest, his stomach, his hips, warm and soft, and Nico can feel his breath coming quicker. He presses his lips together, trying not to squirm too much under the gentle pressure of Will’s lips, the heat of his breath.

Will’s tongue circles around the jut of his hip bone, then he kisses lower. He skates over where Nico wants him most, pressing only quick, gentle kisses to Nico’s swollen cock, then moving lower to nuzzle against the inside of his thigh. Nico has a feeling he knows where this is heading now, and he has absolutely no objections.

There’s light suction and warm breath and the gentle scratch of Will’s beard on the inside of one thigh and then the other, and Nico’s suddenly feeling a great need to anchor himself to something. His hands fist in the sheets next to him and he’s only a little embarrassed to realize he’s panting, lost in the feeling of Will’s lips and Will’s tongue and gentle fingers delicately tracing his erection. Then his husband murmurs, “spread your legs for me, love?” and Nico whimpers.

Will laughs under his breath, but he’s entitled, honestly, and he helps, gently guiding Nico’s knees up. More soft suction on sensitive skin and then closer, closer, and Nico can feel Will’s fingers against him and then his tongue, lapping at his rim, and all he can do is keep taking short, sharp breaths, lost in pleasure.

The vulnerability, the sharp intimacy of this act always sends Nico reeling. Heat sparks and flares and leaves him shattered, breathless, and by the time Will draws away and speaks again, there’s a lag of several seconds before Nico realizes he hasn’t even understood what his husband said.

“Can you pass me the lube?” Will repeats, grinning up from between Nico’s legs. Nico takes a shuddering breath, managing to get his jumbled body to cooperate enough to roll to the side and fish blindly in the bedside table, nearly knocking a lamp over. He passes the tube to Will, who flashes him another smile, flushed, eyes bright. Maybe looking a little too pleased with himself, but Nico will allow it.

It used to terrify him, once upon a time, losing control this way. The way Will could so easily take him apart, pull him apart to his essence. But Will catches him, too. Holds him and reassembles the pieces, and now he craves the way they fall together.

Will’s fingers slide and press and stroke and curl and Nico tries to remember to keep breathing. He thinks he might be talking, mumbling something the whole time, but he’d be hard pressed to repeat if anyone asked, not actually sure if he’s making any sense at all. He whines too loudly at the loss when warm fingers suddenly slide out. But then a second later Will’s voice is at his ear, warm breath against the side of his head. “Can I please be inside you?” he whispers.

Nico makes a noise that he hopes Will will interpret as affirmative, pulling his husband back in to kiss him, messy and uncoordinated, reaching between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Will’s erection. Will gasps, reaching for the bedside table.

“No, don’t use a condom,” Nico mumbles against his husband’s mouth, eyes closed.

“No?”

“No, want to feel you.” The condoms are really only for convenience, and maybe it doesn’t make that much difference, sensation-wise, but it’s just the thought of it, the closeness. And right now he wants Will, all of him. Wants the heat and the mess and the pleasant ache in his body lingering into tomorrow.

“Want me to pull out?” Will murmurs, already fumbling with the lube again.

Nico shakes his head.

“‘Kay.”

And then Will moves back to line himself up and Nico watches, breathing hard, gathering his husband back in at the first opportunity, pressing his heels behind Will’s thighs to pull him deeper. He thinks he might actually spontaneously combust once they’re pressed together, Will all the way inside. It’s so good, so much, and in these moments he doesn’t feel like he’ll ever be able to get enough. They still for a moment, chests rising and falling together.

“Okay?” Will whispers, and Nico nods, fast. And then they’re moving, and somehow the familiar comfort in the way they wrap around each other and the simmering heat of the movement is everywhere, everything, it’s perfect. A moment later, Will fumbles between their bodies to stroke him, but Nico shoves his husband’s hand away, shaking his head.

“No, ‘m too close.”

“‘Kay.” Will readjusts, moving in slow, deep strokes that make Nico want to sob with pleasure. “Sorry. Figured I’d pushed - ah,” Will shivers, his eyes falling shut, “- figured I’d pushed you too far once you started speaking Italian,” he manages.

Nico blinks, diverted. “Did I?”

Will laughs, breathless. “Mmm. When I was fingering you.”

“Huh.”

He grins. “It was hot.”

“‘M always hot,” Nico retorts, but the last word is lost in a moan as his husband thrusts just a bit harder, and Will lets out a gasping giggle.

“Fuck,” Nico whimpers, rocked back by another hard thrust, and by the glint in Will’s eye, he’s quite sure that one was very deliberate. “You’re the worst,” he groans.

“Love you too,” Will laughs.

And soon there’s not really enough breath for conversation, nor does Nico think he’s retained abilities in any language at all. There’s just heat, and intensifying pleasure, and Will muttering breathless, broken endearments in his ear. And then Will’s breath starts to come rougher against Nico’s skin, and he pulls back for more leverage, sharp, quick, thrusts.

Nico forces his eyes open, needing to see Will’s face. Will’s brow is creased, eyes shut tight, lips parted, and the beautiful sight of him chasing his own release is almost enough to push Nico over the edge. He tries to pull Will closer any way he can, clinging with arms and legs. Will breathes in, quick and ragged, and a second later he shifts, reaching between their bodies again, and this time Nico doesn’t stop him, so very ready for them to fall together.

Will’s grip on his cock is firm, but his rhythm is unsteady, understandably. It leaves Nico hanging exquisitely near the edge for seconds that feel like an eternity, every muscle in his body trembling in anticipation. When he finally topples over with Will’s last, frantic thrusts, it’s with a shout that leaves his own ears ringing.

Will collapses on top of his husband, both breathless, bodies heaving together in a sweaty, shattered heap. Nico keeps his arms wrapped around Will’s shoulders, torn between trying to get enough air into his lungs and absolutely not wanting his husband to move away just yet.

It might be several minutes later - honestly it’s impossible to say - when Will manages to shift, slipping out and making Nico gasp. Will sits back on his knees for a moment, somehow finding the wherewithal to grab the previously-discarded towel and wipe both of their stomachs before crawling up to the head of the bed to press his forehead against Nico’s.

“Holy fuck, Will,” Nico breathes, his hands over his face.

Will giggles. “Good?”

“Oh my god.”

Will presses a kiss to the back of each of Nico’s hands, and flops down beside him.

“I don’t think I can move my legs.”

Will snorts. Then, a beat later, only a little worriedly, “you’re mostly kidding, right?”

Nico considers. “Ask me again in a few minutes.”

“Kay,” and he can hear the laughter bubbling in Will’s voice. “Don’t go anywhere,” he tells Nico. “I’m going to get us cleaned up and then I’ll come right back to cuddle you.”

“Mmph,” Nico manages.

Will’s weight disappears from the bed, and a moment later Nico hears water running in the bathroom, Will singing to himself. Nico smiles. He slowly drops his hands and manages to roll himself over, face pressed into the pillow. Will gives an appreciative whistle as he comes back into the bedroom. He bounces onto the bed, directly over Nico, supporting his weight on elbows and knees.

“Can you move your legs now?”

“Can but don’t want to,” Nico mumbles.

HIs husband laughs, crawling off of him. He pats Nico on the ass, maybe a little harder than necessary.

“Here, help me a bit.”

Nico groans, but helps Will shift his legs enough to clean him up. A moment later Will is back, smelling of soap and mouthwash and pulling the blankets up over both of them. He half-drapes himself over Nico’s shoulders, nudges their heads next to each other.

“You’re falling asleep,” Will teases.

“‘M not,” Nico mumbles, as he falls asleep.

The last thing he’s aware of is Will’s soft, pleased laughter, his lips on Nico’s forehead.

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #older nico di angelo #older will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #fluff and angst #my writing #multi chapter #will solace #older percy jackson #hazel levesque #mrs o'leary #rated m #smut #frank zhang

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museum-spaces · 9 months

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oh gang I have been over doing it lately.

Here's a list of everything I did since last Sunday [6 August 2023]

Sunday; get up, get shower, eat food, convince myself to go to Vancouver Pride. It's about an hour away via public transit. Met up with a new 'friend' [thank you grindr, just friends thanks gang] and went in. watched for 3 hours, then walked through the festival for a few hours. Get home before dark, but couldn't tell you when.

Monday; stat holiday, walk Ianto, sleep, walk Ianto, sleep

Tuesday; Walk Ianto at 6ish, back to work; work all day on projects and staff needs, at 4 have a 1 hour meeting with 3 other people, at 5 have a 1 hour meeting with the Boss Man, take Ianto to dog park, get home after 8pm

Wednesday; walk Ianto at 6ish, very similar to Tuesday with added 'oh shit one of our staff won't be available for 5 days he's supposed to work leaving it up to me, and one other staff because the other two staff have vacation time and won't be in Canada' stress. Take Ianto to the dog park, get home between 7 and 8.

Thursday;walk Ianto at 6ish, just me and my Second for most of the day at the museum, lots of uping and downing of stairs to take care of things.

Friday; walk Ianto at 6ish, get to work, work for 2 hours, get lift to Museum of Vancouver for professional development, be told lunch would happen there so I didn't bring anything... lunch does not happen. Learn about native plants, new methods of display, and some other very cool things. Get back to the Museum at 4, eat a frozen muffin, work for an hour before taking Ianto to the dog park, get home between 7 and 8pm.

Saturday; get up late, walk Ianto from about 7-8;30/9. get breakfast and plan on starting laundry. Fall asleep until 4;30 instead. wake up feeling SO ILL but Ianto needs to go outside. Decide to take my cane for the first time since moving. forget to bring my cane. find a stick that is about 2 inches too short. walk Ianto to a dog park [not our usual]. get asked if I am about to pass out by one of the humans there. wave her off and lean heavy on my stick. eventually sit my ass down on the ground. go home and sleep.

Sunday; get up and walk Ianto at 6ish. get home and realize I'm going to fall asleep again. Set my alarm because I need groceries and to do laundry. wake up and crawl back out of bed shortly after noon. sit on my couch and lose it because I know I will not be able to go shopping. Break down and order grocery delivery. Crawl into the shower and scrub off. have a nap. take Ianto out again. Get home at about 8, think about ordering delivery dinner. fall asleep instead.

Monday; wake up to the delivery app still open on my phone. walk Ianto, go to work, spend a few hours in the front of house, then a few hours in my office, then a few hours working with the treasurer.. yay training. take Ianto to the dog park but it's too hot for him to play, so go to the water instead. get home at about 6;30, before I let myself sit down I started my laundry, ordered dinner in, and hopped in the shower. By the time I got out of the shower dinner was ready [yay]. then grocery delivery got here. now siting on my couch zoning out.

I am so tired yo. I did not leave out any showers or other chores. I have not done dishes. I have not swept. Not brushed or trained with Ianto.

Just work and sleep and 2 outings.

The next 2 weeks are going to be a nightmare because of staffing fuckery. fuck fuck fuck.

I need to remember I am actually disabled and although I have much more energy than I did before, I also have much longer working hours/requirements.

I think part of the hard part is that I genuinely enjoy the work. And the activities. After the first 3 hours at pride I knew I'd struggle on monday but I was having such a euphoric time that I couldn't leave. Like, at Camel Town I was always a little bit annoyed by the situation. At the hotel I was just there to pay rent... and I failed at that. But I really really like this place, gang.

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courtneygacha · 9 months

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Rain is my second favorite thing

Tw: None! This is playful and fluffy and it was a joy to write! :3

Caretaker walked into the house soaking wet. Not only did they get caught up in traffic, but they also got drenched in the storm. Besides all that, they had a shitty day at work and their boss was not helping this.

Their day brightened up just a little bit when they saw Whumpee run to greet them.

“Caretaker, you’re all wet.” Whumpee said.

“Heh, good observation.” Caretaker smiled. Whumpee made everything so much brighter, no matter how much it poured.

“I’ve always loved the rain… it’s so comforting.” Whumpee said as they gazed into the cloudy sky. Caretaker had found a towel and was trying to dry their damp clothing.

“I hear that a lot… but most of the people who say that also don’t like being soaked in the rain.” They said.

Whumpee scoffed, “Well, I actually do like being in the rain. One of my favorite memories as a kid was me playing in the rain with my best friend.”

Caretaker started to tease, “Well, if you like the rain so much, then go stand in it.”

“Not now! I have tea boiling!” Whumpee excused themselves back to the kitchen. Caretaker smiled as they went to go bring the wet towel to the laundry.

Whumpee shuffled past them quickly moments later with their cup of tea. They proceeded to dart back and forth between rooms carrying various blankets and pillows.

After the 6th time Whumpee ran past, Caretaker finally decided to question them.

“Whumpee, what are you doing?” They asked.

“I’m making a fort! I always make forts when it rains!” Whumpee announced, bringing two more blankets into the next room.

Caretaker stood up quickly and followed them. “Hey! You never make forts when I’m here!”

“Yes I do. You never wonder where I disappear to when it rains?” Whumpee said.

Huh. Caretaker thought about it. I guess Whumpee did just seem to vanish when it starts to sprinkle outside. Is this what they were always doing?

“Well, can I help?”

“Of course! We’d have to make the fort a little bigger so we could both fit in it.” Whumpee said, “you can help by going getting another blanket!”

Several minutes later, Caretaker and Whumpee were curled up together inside their little fort.

“Why were we going so fast when building?” Caretaker said.

“I wanted to get the fort finished before it stops raining. Otherwise all the hard work goes to waste!” Whumpee said.

Caretaker checked the Weather App on their phone. The storm around them seemed to be growing. “Eh, we could’ve went slower… it’s gonna rain for a while.”

Whumpee’s feet tapped aggressively on the ground like they always did when they were happy. It was like how a dog wags their tail. “Oooh yay!” They smiled.

Caretaker leaned over and kissed Whumpee on the forehead. Whumpee smiled and cuddled closer to Caretaker.

Every bad thing from that day seemed to melt away when Whumpee was in their arms. Caretaker leaned up against the chair behind them and closed their eyes.

The two of them were snuggled close and they fell asleep to the sound of rain.

(I did it~! I wrote that fluff-fic)

Taglist: @whumpy-whump-fanfics @whatwhumpcomments

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #fluff #whumpee and caretaker #rain

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bishiglomper · 7 months

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Second time seeing my new GP. Saw my lab results last night so i thought i was gonna get the third degree about my eating habits... But she said everything had actually slightly improved since last time. Except my A1C. That was bumped up to 7.0. Which is.. okay. 👀💧

Told her I think the ozempic was giving me a major sweet tooth and its made eating meat hard. And sissy mentioned my stabbing tummy. But that hasnt happened in a few days.

But she was about to stop the ozempic because stabbing in the left side and intolerance to meat means gastroperesis. Which would be bad. I explained my thing with meat was more of an autistic burnout feeling, not that it hurt my tummy.. So I get to keep it. For now. 👀

I'm only 5lbs away from the weight i decided i would be happy with. Like lemme have that, yeah? 😅

She wants to take me off some meds. She said looking at my med list made her nauseous. Ive been on half of those for over a decade so a revamp is overdue. Especially since now im on 2 blood pressure pills and its starting to run a little low..

And FINALLY

A doctor whos wants communication from my other doctors. And not just to send me away to them to have them deal with me.

I have to sign 5 release forms so she can see what all the specialists have done so she can make informed changes. Like my diabetic meds are broken up between 3 docs, none of which were really from endocrinology lmao

Also i told her i hated cardiology and that they were useless. So once she gets those records we said she could play with my heart all she wants. Maybe since she'll have a full picture she wont just tell me to exercise my tachycardia away. 🙄

I also got a flu shot and my depo. So yay.

I had to do the mental health assessment. My sister was with me. That was kind of funny. She had opinions. 😅

Its hard to answer things like that because i am depressed and anxious, but about very specific things. 🤔 like my dysfunctional body. And the house.

In other news, I really need to do laundry. I wore this new bra i had picked up at a thrift store. I thought it was a sports bra, but now im thinking it might be some kind of compression top.

Its very comfy. I like it. Might live in it. 🤔

Normally i wouldn't want to squish my boobs but as long as it doesnt make my gut stand out, i really dont care if i dont have boobs. 🙃

#rambling #doctors appointment

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niuniente · 2 years

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How are you doing today?

I'm tired. I've had a way too busy week for my chronic illnesses, and three of these activities requested partial fasting to handle one of the chronic illnesses.

I went to a dentist last Saturday, as you know (thank you again to all who helped me with the bill!)

I went to celebrate very belated birthdays of mine with a friend to a movies (watched newest Minions) and had a good, long conversation with her afterwards in a cafe

I went to the annual dentist check-up (only one tooth that needs small fixing, yay!)

Had to run a few business here and there outside home

Laundry day + new bed sheets into bed

Wanted to get new update for the comic out this week so I worked my ass off with that

Cutting ties to my father which is emotionally demanding despite that there never were any ties between us, quite the opposite (but a final cut is always a final cut)

Planning how to continue Japanese studies in autumn as there are two options for it and I need to continue. Surprisingly demanding to make such a small decision..!

I'd need to sleep more but I've got some insomnia now

The IUD has helped a lot but I'm still aching all over the places with periods which I notice only when I take a painkiller and I'm suddenly more energetic (chronic pain tires, even when it's mild)

Stomach has been really angry that I needed to fast on 3 days so I've been trying to eat just something little to get back to a bit better state.

Working with Etsy orders (which I love but any activity takes away my energy, no matter how much I love it)

I've been balancing this all by playing Wild Arms 3 and listening to Raven Reads's stories while drawing.

But I hope I can sleep better soon so that I can get the house vacuumed. I think I used too many of my spoons.

#ask niu #if you don't see me around it means I'm resting #you can always send messages and such #I'll return to them eventually :3 #not to mention how much they cheer me up when I'm resting

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confluence-and-drift · 6 months

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Yay, I have running water again, and not merely crawling water.

So before I'd been waiting on Scottish Water to come around and they've been digging up the road outside to fix a leak which sprung up on the same day as there was some work being done on the very ground floor flat. It's been just over 3 weeks and at first the water engineers used these sound detection machines to listen to the water beneath the ground to find where the burst in the pipes was and they seemed to hear one in the road just outside. Cue a couple of days of ripping that up, finding that it's not actually where they thought it was, and resurfacing the road. Then they tear up the footpath to the building and fix stopcock that wasn't turning due to it being almost 70 years old (!), but it turns out that didn't have anything to do with the fact that the water for myself and the flat between the flat where there had been work done was coming out as a trickle, and they let us know that the burst was inside the building. So I called the council yesterday and at some point in the last few hours without me noticing some people went to that downstairs flat and fixed the issue. I knew this as I'd turned my water mains up to full pressure to get the tiny trickle that I'd been making do with for the last few weeks and when I went to pour myself some water it sprayed up and splashed me in the face. But still, yay! Now I can do my damn laundry, I was starting to run out of clean clothes and whilst my Mum did say I could use their washing machine I wasn't relishing the prospect of lugging all of those clothes all the way there.

#personal

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iguessitsjustme · 1 year

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Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition

I’ve now been tagged to do this by @gillianthecat and @ommited-miscellaneously and since it’s finally Friday and I can relax my brain for a few days, I figured I’d actually do it! Thanks for the tag!

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

There are a few so but the one that stands out the most is Secret Crush on You. I went into SCOY expecting to HATE it. And I mean really and truly hate it, but instead what I got was one of my favorite BLs not just of this year but ever. I wouldn’t say it’s my top BL, but it’s definitely one of them.

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Oooohhh this is a tricky question because I was disappointed by a few of the really popular ones so I’m going to steer clear of that and just list a few that had potential to be good but something went wrong:

1. About Youth - Don’t get me wrong, I adored this show, but the ending kind of dropped the ball. I would still recommend it though. If it had a few more episodes to tie up all of the loose ends, it would be amazing.

2. Love Area - If anyone can tell me what the fuck that show was, I would appreciate it.

3. Plus & Minus - Starting really strong but lost it along the way.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

Hmmmm..that is difficult to answer. I’m just gonna look at MDL and put my highest rated ones (my ratings are based on nothing but my own personal feelings toward he show when I rated it and I am generous with my ratings):

1. Cherry Blossoms After Winter - 10/10

2. DNA Says Love You - 10/10

3. Minato Shouji Coin Laundry - 10/10

4. Secret Crush on You - 10/10 though I should lower it. I love it but I think it’s really more like a 9/10 for me. The second hand embarrassment at the beginning is a lot.

5. To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories - 10/10. What can I say? It scratched a very particular itch for me.

What are your favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

I actually made a post about this once. But I bet that’s changed. It actually hasn’t. But I’ll add a few more couples just for fun:

1. WinTeam - Between Us. I mean, obviously.

2. TapPing - Fahlanruk. Only couple in that show worth the watch.

3. MorkTawan - My Ride. What wholesome boys.

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

I have done this many times getting my mother into BL. The rate at which this woman consumes BL is impressive given her schedule. But if I were to recommend any one BL to a random lay person off the street with a passing interest in getting into BL, I would go with A Tale of A Thousand Stars. It has good characters, a good story, it’s easily accessible, and it’s a great launching off point because it’s a GMMTV show. It’s the perfect show to ease someone into BL if they are interested.

What's your non-BL favorite for this year?

I HAVE SO MANY. I never talk about them here but SO MANY. I gotta go see what my MDL says.

Okay so this was technically last year, but I watched it this year. I LOVED Vincenzo. That show is everything to me. The only way it could be better is if they made it gay. I kind of want a gender swapped Vincenzo. Nothing else changes except Vincenzo is a girl and they’re lesbians.

Other non-BL favorites:

1. Again My Life - What can I say? I have a very particular type of show for non-BL.

2. Tomorrow - Massive trigger warnings for this one but it is oh so good.

3. Ghost Doctor - This show was also a lot of fun. I did have to FF through a lot of the surgery stuff but it’s not terribly bad if you’re squeamish like me. Plus there’s a bromance! And I love Kim Bum.

4. The Circle - Not a drama but my boss, well I guess technically she’s the big boss now and not directly my boss (yay promotions!) got me to watch this. I normally do not watch reality tv and stay far, far away. But this was very entertaining and I could not stop. If I went on this show, I would 100% be a catfish just for shits and giggles.

5. Uncanny Counter - Also not technically this year but it’s when I watched it. It’s just a very fun show.

I did watch a few other non-BL dramas but they are in no way my favorite.

I don’t know who hasn’t done this yet, so if you want to do this consider yourself tagged. Go on and do the thing! It’s fun.

#tag game #g2ky BL mutuals 2022 #thanks for tagging me #any excuse to talk about vincenzo honestly

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goodgirlsam-and-fam · 1 year

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Separation Anxiety Update #1

Old entry: May 3rd, 2022

Currently sitting outside on the porch in a camping chair freezing my butt off while eating pita + hummus. I’m drinking my fourth cup of coffee cause I’m Tired™. It’s raining (occasionally sideways which means half my body is getting rained on, but I can’t be bothered to move). I’m listening to _that_ Harry Styles’ song on repeat because vancitywinston’s new reel was just so damn cute.

What’s Sam doing? Snoozing on the couch, watching daytime tv. What’s she not doing? Freaking out about me being gone - yay! This is the whole reason I’m out here suffering in the cold watching my dog curled up in blankets on our spycam. For the love of my dog and for the love of my own sanity haha. Separation Anxiety training is hard!

Where we are:

I try to leave her 3 - 4 days a week during the weekdays. Some days I’ll go in and out between 1 - 8 times, on other days I’ll only leave her once. Me and Andrew together will try to leave her 1 - 2 times during the weekend.

I still leave her with very-little-to-no departure cues. That means I just stand up and go, with my indoor slippers and whatever I grab on the way out. I try to go out at different times during the day, with different length of absences each time. I try to avoid patterns as much as possible, but some patterns are comfortable for her. For example, if I do laundry that day she likes the pattern of me going in and out. She hears the laundry machine and think: oh, she’ll be right back.

I aim for as many easy wins as I can get, with some more challenging departures thrown in at random times. Almost every day is different: on some (now rare) days she can only take a couple of minutes - even seconds! She’ll whine and bark in the hallway, especially if she’s already aroused or if she sees me and Andrew leaving together. On some days I feel like I could been gone all day and she wouldn’t miss me at all. Who knew dogs aren’t robots and have good and bad days just like we do?! Haha!

The daytime absences are not really an issue anymore, but I keep practising. I want to fill her brain with easy wins, the association should be crystal clear! When we leave, nothing bad happens. We always come back. We would never put her through major stress or panic, we’ll be right there for her.

I finally finished the last chapters of Be Right Back by Julie Naismith the other day, a book that really guided us through the start of our separation anxiety journey. Not to mention all the AMAZING SA trainers (see list below!) that we follow on Instagram!

Where we’re going:

We still have a long way to go: adding cues, being able to leave together at the same time, being able to leave together at the same time with cues, early morning departures (actually never even tried), late evening departures (these are okayish) and early evening/late afternoon departures (this is the Bowser of departures!). But these will all be doable soon! It will happen for us! Sam’s improvement is showing me just that.

It’s just about putting in the work. It’s not sexy: there are no quick results. There will be regression. But hey, if this is something we have to work on for 2 years of her hopefully 12+ life, then so be it. I have no doubt we’ll ace this together! (and honestly even if we don’t we will be okay)

Recommended trainers to follow on Instagram:

ardentdog

believeinyourdog

galdogtraining

underdogtrainingca

homealoneacademy

positivepawstraining

Probably forgetting some, but I can’t thank these trainers enough for the free content they provide!

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livingwithlosingyou · 2 years

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Living with Losing You - 9/29/2022

Kentucky Bound!

It’s always bittersweet. I am excited to see your family and friends, but wish you were here with me to share these experiences. I cannot believe your birthday is already in a couple of days. We are definitely going to celebrate you that day. I celebrate the tings I am grateful for from our relationship everyday.

This morning I shot up right at 4:44am. It was like I got a sudden burst of energy. That really hasn’t happened since 3:33am when I was in KY the week after you died. Interesting stuff! Not sure what to think of it.

I didn’t mention this the day before, but I was cleaning and doing a lot of prep prior to this trip. I am going to be here for 2.5 weeks, so I needed pt make sure I packed a lot of clothes. I decided to wash everything together yesterday (whites and darks) and of course the only white piece of clothing that got stained was the lace dress. After tending to it in-between meetings, I think I got most of it out, still slightly noticeable.

Anyway, so luckily I did my laundry yesterday and organized most of my clothes the night before. This morning was mostly the “finishing touches” to what I packed. I made sure to write a list and heck off what I still needed to pack and do this morning. I had to take out the trash, refill the cat food / water, change the litter box, pack a few last minute items. wash all the dishes in the sink / put away the other dishes, run to Walmart to make a spare key to drop off at my parents, drop Sadie off, leave out a key for Cass for storage, etc. See, that’s a lot, huh?

I was able to get it all done (I will spare all of the boring details), and scheduled the Lyft to pick me up at 10:10am. I placed an order for PS and quickly walked up to grab it and ate it on the way back down the hill. I noticed something in my Lyft on the way to the airport (I will include a picture, kind of gross, but cute). Boarding was at 11:30am, and I had to check a bag when I got there too, before security. I was definitely pushing it, it was cutting it very close. I ended up making it all on time. I have to note that James used to always use a non-roller suitcase, and I came to find out that he had one the whole time. I decided to use that roller one today, and it was a but of a hassle. I know see why you didn’t use it James (LOL).

Once I got through security (this line took a while, and for the first time I didn’t get patted down / my bag pulled, yay me!) I made my way to the usual store to grab a water bottle, then headed to the gate. I didn’t sit at the gate itself for too long before we boarded the plane. We unfortunately ended up sitting in the plane on the ground for a little over an hour before we took off. I heard it was because of the hurricane, the flights are all having to be shifted, etc. Not a huge deal because luckily my connecting flight that was in Detroit was a little under 2 hours for the lay over, so I had some spare time.

When we finally took off, I realized that my screen wasn’t working. I listened to some music until that started providing the snacks and beverages, then I let the flight attendant know. Well, it never got resolved. I spent the entire flight listening to music (Spotify and checking out old recordings on my phone), reading old lyrics, texting some people who had imessage since there was free messaging, writing, and drawing. I had your switch, but I just wasn't in the mood to play those kinds of games. I did play Math24 and solitaire though. I love those games. The flight wasn’t too bad to get to Detroit, I still had about an hour before my connecting flight to Lexington, so I found a little market and bought a cheese and salami platter. When I was trying to get to my gate, I was going to the escalator and almost knocked over my luggage. Well, when I tried to grab it, I almost feel down the escalator. Luckily there weren't too many people around, because that was pretty embarrassing. The Detroit airport was nice though. I was looking into our old flights to see if we had ever connected there, but I do not think we ever had. I did see that you connected there when you went to Caron last September.

Once I got my food, I headed to the gate and pulled out the Hawaiian (GF of course) rolls that I packed and made little sandwiches. I am learning the ways fo traveling with this intolerance. You would be so proud.

Luckily this flight was on time, so I didn’t wait too long after I grabbed my food, only for another 20-30 minutes. This was perfect because it allowed me to make a post about the walk on Saturday. I posted the video of you trying to throw that boomerang that we bought at the Zoo. That was so much fun. Ugh, I miss you and wish we could have made more memories together. I am grateful for the ones I have though.

This flight to Lexington was quick and easy. I will say, this plane was definitely the smallest I had ever been in. When we landed I was able to quickly get to baggage claim, and was praying that they didn’t mess up my baggage and accidentally send it somewhere else. Luckily, it was there. I think one of my favorite things about KY is that when the baggage claim is about to start moving, it does the horn sounds that they do at the derby races. I actually chucked and said “man, that gets me every time” and this lady looked over at me funny. I mean, I love it. I love that that do that so much.

I was SO excited to see your mom. I gave her a huge hug and we drove the whole .5 miles to her house. We talked for a little but, then she went to bed and I got all my stuff unpacked and settled in. The shower felt incredible. Biggie was excited to see me (I have same proof). It’s hard to be here, but I also love it because I feel close to you by being with your family.

I am excited for tomorrow, and really am praying I can find that note. I already bought my ticket for 10:30am. I should get some sleep, I am just already very thrown off. It is 12:45am here now and I am pretty awake still. I feel like traveling takes it out of you, but you also get a second wind. First world problems.

I need to try and get some sleep though. I will have plenty of updates tomorrow. I am really hoping that shirt comes in on time. It’s been in Louisville for an entire day, no reason it shouldn't be in Lexington tomorrow. Fingers crossed. May need to take my advice from the last blog, “One is none, two is one”.

I love you. I love your family. I miss you.

I am staying in the room where we used to stay. There is both sadness and comfort. It’s hard to explain.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols.

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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You've Been a Good Girl

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs dni. Thigh riding, brat tamer Levi, some teasing and begging, dirty talking, minimal name-calling, unprotected sex. Brief kabedon moment. One blowjob mention.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Happy Thirsty Thursday! Finally! My thigh riding fic is here!!! This one is for my beloved twinnie Fern @levi-lover who fuelled the brainrot with this thirst <3 thank you for being patient with me and yay to finally posting this!!!

[090323] Cross posted to AO3!! Read it on AO3 here.

The skies were clear, the air was crisp. It was a rare sunny day, and you were sitting in your armchair by the window reading a novel. Levi was at work and will not be home until a couple of hours later. The warmth from the sun and the light breeze somehow made you feel productive, and you decided to clean the house and do the laundry.

Putting on Levi’s old t-shirt and a pair of worn-out booty shorts, you start by gathering the clothes from the laundry basket and sorting them by colour before throwing them into the washing machine, setting to a thirty-minute wash. While the washing machine did its work, you gathered the broom and dustpan sweeping the entire house, leaving no spot unturned. You were mildly disgusted at the amount of dust and hair you’ve swept - it has only been a few days since you and Levi last cleaned the house after all.

Before you knew it, the washing machine chimed, signalling that the wash was complete. You gathered the freshly washed laundry and aired them under the sun. Keeping the broom and dustpan, you took a large pail, added a cap of lavender detergent to the water, and began mopping the floor, humming a melody. You started from the living room, slowly making your way to Levi’s study room, and then you started mopping the bedroom. You knew Levi would be pleased to return to a clean home after a long day at work, and the thought made you motivated to finish up faster and take a nice cold shower. When you were done with the bedroom floor, you were trying to mop the area under the bed. Bending your body forward, you tried to reach the area under the bed with the mop.

“The fuck do you think you are doing, sticking your ass so high up in the air like that?” Startled, you turned around and were met face to face with Levi who was leaning against the door frame of your shared bedroom.

“Levi! W-when did you c-come back?” You stuttered. Levi wasn’t supposed to be home so soon, and you were very sure you didn’t hear the gate open. How long had Levi been standing there?

“I’ve been standing here for a good five minutes,” Levi spoke up as though reading your mind, “not complaining though, I had a nice view of your ass.” Levi smirked, loosening his necktie and walking towards you. As Levi moved closer, you started backing towards the bed, confused at Levi’s behaviour. He would usually take a shower immediately when he returned home because he would always complain about being full of pathogens and dirt from outside. Feeling the back of your knees hitting the bed frame, you gulped nervously, knowing you had nowhere to run. Levi swiftly stood before you, a leg in between yours. Holding your waist close, one hand smoothly cupped your exposed ass cheek, fingers lightly caressing the skin.

“Explain yourself. Booty shorts while cleaning? Hmm?” Levi’s breath was hot against your skin as he stared at you hungrily, watching a bead of perspiration drop from your forehead down to your eyebrow.

“Uhh. It was h-hot…” You stared at Levi’s collar bone as you felt something tick in you. Levi’s thigh was pressing against your clit. While you tried to shimmy around, the friction of his thigh pressing on you stirred something in you instead, a little itch down south started to grow. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to reduce the itch, but it made the friction increase. Your lower lip quivered as Levi spoke up again.

“You’re putting up a nice show for me, huh?” Stroking your cheek with one finger, Levi whispered close to your ear, “why, can’t wait to get fucked by me later?”

Your breathing hitched as Levi’s voice sent shivers down your spine. You felt another drip of perspiration slide down your back, and countless more were probably forming along your hairline. Seducing Levi in those booty shorts was never your intention. You didn’t even know Levi would be returning home so soon. If you knew, you wouldn’t wear something so skimpy. Yet, Levi’s offer was very enticing. Levi’s hold on your waist was still strong while his fingers stroked your thigh. Your eyes darted from Levi’s lips to his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down from swallowing his saliva.

“I… u-uh, I—” your words got cut off as Levi kissed you harshly, squeezing your ass cheeks and giving it a resounding smack. You moaned into the kiss, pulling Levi’s necktie and kissing him back. Levi’s grip on your waist tightened as he sat on the bed and pulled you down with him, continuing to tongue fuck you. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and Levi’s lips assaulted your neck instead, licking your sweaty skin and leaving his mark. You leaned on his chest and your hands fumbled with his necktie, throwing it to one side. Lifting his head, Levi saw your dishevelled look and swollen lips and pulled you close.

“Go on, make yourself cum,” Levi lay against the headboard, an arm crossed behind his head. He eyed you with a look of triumph evident. You wanted to protest and wipe the smug out of his face, but Levi had another arm on your waist. You were straddling his thigh, and you can’t help but admit that the pressure of your shorts pressing on your cunt was very very tempting.

“W-what? Don’t you want to take a shower or something? You’re sweaty and dirty.” You stuttered, focusing on Levi’s nose instead.

“You’re going to get dirty anyway, might as well shower together. Go on. Make yourself feel good. You know you want it.” Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt, you gulped when you saw his partially exposed pectoral, sweat glistening on the surface. You knew Levi was baiting you to touch him, and you hated the fact that he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

Damn you, Levi Ackerman.

Your eyes flickered between Levi’s lip and his sweaty chest. Fuck it, you thought in your head as you eagerly leaned forward and crashed your lips onto Levi, hands landing on Levi’s chest. You let out a groan when you felt added pressure on your cunt, and your hands found their way to Levi’s nipples, gently flicking them with your fingers.

“Mhmm, baby, strip for me, won’t you?” You managed to mutter through wet sloppy kisses, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips. You were desperate, eager, and needy to feel his skin under your touch, and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands roamed all over Levi’s chest, squeezing his firm muscles.

“It depends on how good you are,” Levi reached under your shirt and skillfully unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts from the confines of the offending material. He kneaded and pinched your soft mounds, using them like a stress ball. A filthy moan escaped your lips, the rougher Levi was, the more you found yourself enjoying the pain. You clenched your thighs, slowly grinding against Levi’s thigh to distract yourself from the soreness of your chest. Clutching onto the collars of his shirt for dear life, your hips were soon rocking a steady rhythm on Levi’s rock hard thigh.

“Levi, b-babe, mhmm…” you moaned in delight, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure as Levi massaged your breasts and played with your hardened nipples. You grabbed Levi’s shoulders tightly, grinding down on his thigh harder. The pressure on your clit was not enough, you wanted and needed more. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to form proper sentences.

“L-Levi, pl-please, help me feel g-good…” your words were incoherent as you felt the pleasure down south build up. Perspiration dripped down your cheeks and you were a heaving mess.

“Not now, you needy little slut. I’ll reward you if you do a good job pleasuring yourself.” Levi smirked as he removed your shirt and your bra, latching himself onto a nipple. His words were harsh, yet the way his tongue slowly flicked and circled your nipple only sent shivers down your spine. It felt so good, too good, the tingling of your chest coupled with the ache in your core.

“I-it’s not fair that I’m already topless b-but you’re still fully clothed,” you muttered, eyes closed in pleasure. You increased your speed, grinding Levi’s thigh harder and harder, feeling the pleasure threatening to spill out soon. Oh, the itch felt so good, you were starting to hate how fast you were about to reach your high. You whined non-stop, begging Levi to touch you more. “Please, Levi,” and “I need you” were all that you managed to spew from your lips.

“Tch, look at you. Humping my thigh like a bitch in heat,” one hand of Levi’s grabbed your breast while the other held your waist, “you like it, huh? Like pleasuring yourself like this?” You couldn’t care any longer. Levi was right, you were acting like a bitch in heat, and you damn well knew he loved it too.

"Levi, I-I’m gon—” you could feel the coil in your lower belly about to snap soon. You rubbed down on Levi’s thigh harder while Levi bit your earlobe softly, fingers doing magic to your hardened buds. Soon, you let out a cry as you felt your orgasm course through, the euphoria clouding your mind. Your chest heaved up and down as your lips formed a small smile. You’ve always wanted to try riding on Levi’s muscular thigh, and this shit was way better than you imagined it to be.

“What a good girl, you horny bitch,” pushing you down on the mattress, Levi removed your bottom layers in one swift move. With a thumb pressing hard on your sensitive clit, you squirmed around as Levi fumbled around his belt, unzipping and pulling down his pants slightly. Pulling out his hard cock, you licked your lip eagerly as you saw a stain so painfully obvious against the black of his boxer briefs.

“Are you ready for your reward?” Levi stroked his aching cock, smearing it with precum. He teasingly poked his head on your entrance, coating the tip with your juices. You let out a groan and nodded, eager and needy, muttering “please, Levi, fuck me right now”. With a few more taps, Levi plunged into you, wet squelching noises following through.

“Hear that? That’s how wet you are, you dirty little girl,” throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, the new position allowed Levi to go deeper, your spongy walls squeezing every inch of him. You cried out in delight, feeling Levi’s cock abusing your every spot. Grabbing onto the bed sheets for dear life, Levi pounded deep into you, hearing you moan and grunt. Levi revelled in the feeling of your wetness, your smooth walls coating every inch of him with your juices. You clamped around Levi every time he brushed past your sweet spot, and soon Levi became a sweaty moaning mess himself. He swiftly unbuttoned his sweaty shirt and threw it on the floor, his hands travelling back to your heaving chest.

“Ah, shit—so wet, so fucking good,” Levi leaned forward to lick your sweaty chest before engulfing your nipple whole. He kicked off his trousers and pounded into you faster. You panted and whined, clutching onto Levi’s arms as you felt your entire body shake. Levi rammed into you so quickly you were confused and wondered if it was the bed shaking instead. Letting go of your salty nipple with a pop of his lips, Levi leaned on your chest as he maintained his rhythm in your sloppy wet cunt, his balls slapping against your ass.

“Mmm, Levi, fuck! I-I’m—” you felt your body vibrate with excitement as Levi’s cock abused your sweet spot. Just a little more and—

“Fuck! I’m gon—” Levi let out a hiss as you cried out loud, rocking your hip and arching your back as your orgasm suddenly hit you by surprise. You pulled Levi close as Levi breathed out loudly, filling you up with thick ropes of hot semen. Your chest heaved with every intake of breath and Levi closed his eyes, resting on your sticky body.

“Like your reward?” Levi spoke through closed eyes, his lips curling into a smile even though you couldn’t see it. You combed your fingers through his wet fringe, pushing yourself up and straddling his waist with your legs.

“Of course. Maybe I should wear booty shorts at home more.” You teased Levi as he carried you to the toilet while his cock was still in you, “I mopped the floor already, Levi, you better not let your cum drip out.” You jokingly warned Levi while he just rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead.

“Tch. Since you’ve been a good girl, I won’t make you do extra work. I’ll mop the rest of the house later.” Levi let you down on the floor when you both were in the shower. You turned on the showerhead as Levi went to take the towels.

“Also, I did the laundry too. Do I get an extra reward?” You joked when Levi returned with the towels and a new set of clothes for the both of you. Hearing your comment, Levi trapped you against the wall while the water from the showerhead cascaded down Levi’s body.

“Oh, a reward, you say?” Levi cocked his brow and stared hard at you with a sly smile. You laughed out loud, grabbing his flaccid cock and dropping to your knees.

“Yeah, I want my reward.” You giggled before rubbing his cock up and down and engulfing it whole. Levi leaned his head against the tiles on the wall and sighed, smiling as he watched you suck his now fully erect cock. You’ve been a good girl after all, and you do deserve that extra reward.

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katy-l-wood · 3 years

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Since there was a lot of interest in my taking Rhodiola Rosea supplements to help with ADHD, I wanted to provide an update now that I’ve been on it for a week.

Update: I fucking love this stuff. I don’t know if my ADHD getting really bad the last few months was because of how crazy the world has been, or just a natural progression of unmedicated ADHD, but I was NOT in a good place. Weeks vanished in hours, I was lucky to get one or two things done a day, I never had any energy to cook or do chores, and I was exhausted all the time. It was just a solid stretch of getting distracted and spending way too much time on social media and failing to start or finish projects. My brain was just all over the place and I couldn’t focus at all.

Because I live in the USA, I don’t have health insurance there was really nothing I could do about it. There’s no way for me to get a tried and tested medication that is specifically for ADHD. I knew I was drowning and there was nothing I could do about it. Then someone recommended this stuff and it was $14 a bottle so I figured I may as well give it a shot.

I am so fucking glad I did. I’ve gotten more done in the last week than I’ve gotten done since the start of the year. I read two books, started a third, sketched and started inking a new illustration, finished one comic page and got halfway through inking another, finished the initial stages of a new website for work, started updates on my own website, retook product photos for my website, did dishes twice, did laundry (which I haven’t actually done in about three months, which says a lot about the amount of socks and underwear I own more than anything), got a couple silhouette illustrations done for work, did some other random work tasks, and a handful of other things. Also, this week felt like a WEEK. It didn’t just vanish in what felt like hours. I’ve also got more energy overall, and motivation to work on a lot of other stuff I’ve been letting slide.

Now, I don’t want to make this sound like a miracle drug that just magically fixed my ADHD. It didn’t. I’ve still been getting distracted by social media during the day, there’s some tasks I’m still really struggling with staying focused on, and while I do have more energy I’m still getting a mid-afternoon slump that hits me pretty hard. What this supplement has done is made the difference between nonfunctional ADHD and functional ADHD, which is a massive improvement.

Anyway, as people have mentioned on the original post, if you are going to try this yourself, please do your own research. I don’t have any other health problems (well, aside from a bad leg) and I’m not on any other medications, so there wasn’t a ton I needed to look into interactions wise, which made my research easier. But if you’re going to try this for yourself, you need to do your own research since you know your own body. Also, I’m not a doctor or a professional medical person in any way. This post is about what’s working for ME, and not any sort of professional advice.

Some specifics on what I’m taking: VH Nutrition’s 700mg Rhodiola Rosea capsules. (I’d link it but then Tumblr would hide the post.) I take one every morning with a glass of water right when I get up, about an hour before breakfast. These capsules are on the larger side, about 3/4inch long and 1/4inch wide. Normally I do have problems with pills that large, but these go down very easy.

So yeah. Yay functionality! Boo the American Healthcare System.

#ADHD #Actually ADHD

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moeyy-writes · 3 years

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Challenge Accepted

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Warnings: very brief mention of death, friendly banter, Spencer being adorable.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Here’s some more of this adorable man. <3 This fic was buried deep in my drafts, and now it’s finally finished. Yay!

My Full Master List

You stared down at your book, headphone cords dangling down from yours ears. Of course, on the BAU plane, there was no way you were going to be able to read peacefully, or even listen to music without a crap-ton of background noise.

Nope, not a chance. Your attention was fixed on the playful banter between the disgustingly charming man beside you, and the gorgeous genius seated directly across from you.

“So, you mean to tell me that Pretty Boy can’t get a date? Well, at least that makes two of us,” Derek teased from beside you, his voice booming over the faint music. You tried your hardest to hide a smile as you continued to listen.

“Morgan, don’t tell me you can’t get a date! If you can’t then the rest of the world is out of luck,” Emily droned, seated directly across from him. Derek laughed.

“You mean you’re in the single’s club too, Em?” he chuckled, crossing his arms. She rolled her eyes.

“Being single isn’t a bad thing, Morgan. Some people have other things they’d rather focus on, like a career or hobbies,” Reid defended in a matter-of-fact tone. You couldn’t hide your smile then, but you didn’t look up from your book.

“Hobbies? Those are usually more fun with a partner. You can technically play chess alone, but it’s better with another person, right? More of a challenge?” Reid pursed his lips as he contemplated Morgan’s words.

“That’s true, but there are other hobbies that are best enjoyed alone—”

“Reid, work with me here! I’m just saying that there are a lot of us that would rather take on life with someone by our side. I’m not judging you if that’s not for you.” Derek threw his hand up as if surrendering from the conversation.

Reid sat there for a moment, his gaze flicking over to you as you peered up. You just smiled, acting almost as if you couldn’t hear them. Then, he turned back to Morgan.

“I never said I didn’t want that,” Reid muttered, just loud enough for you to hear him over your music. You furrowed your brow, but didn’t dare look up.

“Oh-ho. Well, now. Pretty boy doesn’t want to play chess alone forever.” Derek smiled smugly. “You’re from Vegas, right Reid? Then, how about be place a bet?” He leaned over the table dividing the seats and grinned. “How about the first one of us to get a date gets fifty bucks? But, it has to be someone we’re genuinely interested in. It can’t be just anyone.” He chuckled to himself. “And, if you can get them to go on a second date, another fifty bucks. Do you accept that challenge, Pretty Boy Genius?” Derek scrunched his nose as he grinned.

Spencer just shrugged and nodded. “Sure.” That was it. No snarky remark, nothing.

You smiled to yourself, thoroughly amused by the show. Then, you peered back down at your book and finally continued to read.

Only one more hour until you were finally home. Your warm bed and endless TV streaming options were calling your name.

You sighed, then closed your book, no longer interested. But, you kept your headphones in, rocking your head back and forth as one of your favorite songs played.

Spencer leaned forward slightly, catching your attention. You glanced up to see your fellow profiler staring directly at you, a smile glazed over his lips.

“Hey, Y/N, tomorrow is Sunday, right?” You glanced down at your phone’s lock screen, which displayed the date.

“Uh, yep. Tomorrow is Sunday. I’m actually looking forward to a day off.” You smiled. “It’s been six days.”

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Up to anything fun on your day off?” You shook your head and chuckled.

“No. At least, not anything you would consider fun. I’ll probably just do some laundry and get lost in a new TV series or something.” You nodded to yourself. The idea actually sounded awesome. You could finally take some time for yourself and not have to think about people dying. “What about you?”

“Well, I actually have tickets to a late night showing of Dr. Who and the Daleks at the old theater downtown. It’s the original 1965 version.” He pursed his lips.

“Tickets? Plural? Who are you going with?” You wiggled your eyebrows as you pulled your headphones out and wrapped them in their case.

“Well, I haven’t really figured that out yet.” He paused, lacing his fingers together and placing his hands onto the table in front of him. “Do you want to come with me? I think there is a costume contest afterward.” His amber gaze locked on yours. You hesitated, then raised your brow.

“Um, sure. That actually sounds really fun. I can’t say I have a costume at the ready, but I’m sure there will be a ton of cool ones there. I can be a judge.” You smiled.

“The show is at eight-thirty. The doors open at eight. Maybe we can get something to eat first?” You froze in your seat, eye locked in Spencer’s. Oh, that’s where this is going.

“Um, Reid, are you asking me on a date?” You cocked an eyebrow. Derek’s gaze snapped over to you, then to Reid.

“Yes, I am.” Spencer smiled hopefully, which was actually a lot more adorable than you could have imagined. Small dimples formed on the edges of his lips, making your heart pound.

You nodded, letting out a long sigh, followed by a sweet smile. “Then, it’s a date.”

“Wait, no! That’s no fair, man! The rules were that it needed to be with someone you’re actually interested i—oh. Oh, okay. I get it now. Okay, okay. Fine, Pretty Boy. You win this round. But, we’ll see if there’s a second date,” Derek poked, glancing over at you. You furrowed your brow, playing dumb, then leaned back in your seat. Challenge or not, you had a date with Spencer, and that’s all the really mattered to you at that moment.

“You walked right into that one, Morgan,” Emily muttered, not peering up from her phone. “And it sounds like you’re out fifty bucks.”

“I’ll get it back, Prentiss. Don’t you worry. I think that young lady at the coffee shop is pretty cute. I’m sure she’d be up to dinner with me this weekend.” You giggled beside your friend, rolling your eyes in sync with Emily. “This challenge isn’t over yet.”

Spencer placed the tip of his shoe gently over yours, coaxing another smile from you. Then, he glanced back over to Derek.

“Challenge accepted.”

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luvholicz · 3 years

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pairing. nct's kim doyoung x gn! reader

genre + wc. established relationship, fluff + 1.1k

warnings. n/a

notes. dedicated to my bestie who is Obsessed with doyoung and inspired by a video i saw on instagram. i hope i did it justice </3

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

laughter bubbles from your lips as you take doyoung's hand and lead him into the pouring rain. his protests fall on deaf ears, a small pout tugging at the corners of his mouth as droplets of rain land on his hair.

"don't look at me like that," you say, taking his face between your hands. your palms are cold against his skin, fingers trailing down his collar bones.

"but it's cold and wet out here," he whines, shivering when your freezing hands find their place on the exposed skin of his hip where his shirt has ridden up.

"can't we just stay inside?"

doyoung takes your hands in his and locks his fingers firmly in yours. he brings them to his lips, kissing between your nuckles.

"we could cuddle, drink some hot chocolate, maybe watch a movie? doesn't that sound better?" he mumbles in between kisses.

warmth explodes in your chest like fireworks when doyoung stares at you, eyes filled with nothing but genuine interest and adoration. his breath fans against your cool skin and has blood rushing to your head. his eyes twinkle like city lights when he looks at you.

"but don't you wanna dance in the rain?" your voice tapers off at the end. you toy with the damp strands of doyoung's hair, biting your lip as you give him your best puppy eyes.

the battle that doyoung endures is evident in his eyes as he debates on whether or not he should succumb to you. a pensive look crosses his face before he sighs, shoulders sagging as he relents and falls into your spell. "fine."

a grin breaks out on your features as lead him further into to the rain, right in the middle of the empty street. doyoung fights the smile that threatens to pull at his lips, a fight that he loses when he sees the joy filled in your eyes.

"be careful!" he warns, grabbing your shoulders and steadying you when you almost trip on your feet.

doyoung rolls his eyes when you spare him nothing more than a mischeivous giggle before escaping from his grasp and jumping into the nearest puddle.

admittedly, he's cold. very cold, and sopping wet. rain drops run down his cheeks and his clothes are heavy on his body. he wants nothing more than run back inside your shared apartment and fix both you and himself a warm bath. call him paranoid, but he can already feel the slight tickle of an oncoming cold at the back of his throat.

just as he's about to call out to you to tell you that you two should probably head back inside already, he catches sight of how free and happy you look under the pouring rain. twirling and giggling about, the biggest smile occupies your face and doyoung's protests die in his throat. there's no way he can ruin your fun.

this is the brightest doyoung has seen you all week- hell, maybe even all month. senioritis has hit you hard, and more often than not, doyoung will catch you hunched over your desk and the ass crack of dawn doing some 'last-minute revising' on an essay that was due 2 weeks from then.

it brings a smile to his face. there you are, dancing in the rain and laughing without a care in the world. your movements are unencumbered and doyoung is almost envious of how you can let yourself go like that. your giggles echo down the street and brighten up the world.

doyoung's heart pounds in his chest when you turn around and beckon him to come over. his heart beats loudly in his ears as he takes a few tentative steps towards you and he wonders if you can hear it too.

doyoung is surprised when you take his hand and twirl him unexpectedly, giggles leaving his lips like flowers bouncing in the wind; delicate and dainty. he almost trips when you spin him, but you catch him. you always catch him.

silence fills the air between you two when doyoung regains his footing. you nuzzle your face into the crook of doyoung's neck, breathing in his comforting scent. familiar hints of pomegranate and coconut infiltrate your senses and you can't help the way your eyebrows quirk up in surprise.

"have you been using my body wash and lotion again?"

doyoung chuckles, the deep sound resonating from deep within his chest. your ears soak up the sound and you practically preen when he plants a feather-light kiss on your cheek.

"maybe," he mumbles against your skin. his warm breath fans across your face and contrasts the biting cold that nipped at your whole body. you snuggle further into his arms and doyoung holds you tigher.

the two of you sway together to a melody that only you can hear, lost in your own world.

you jump when thunder claps overhead, interrupting the little moment you have taken for yourselves. the rain becomes stronger and becomes pounding. the man in front of you begins to laugh, shoulders shaking with every guffaw he lets out.

"what's so funny?" you pout, but you can hardly keep the smile that fights to pull at your lips. doyoung's eyes shine with mirth as he looks at you.

"nothing, i just think you're really cute when you get startled," he says when he finally regains his breath. your frown deepens and you try to pull away from him but doyoung is fast to trap you in his embrace once more.

"don't look at me like that," he imitates your words from earlier. you roll your eyes and hide your face behind your palms so he doesn't see the way your lips begin to curl.

doyoung smiles at your childish display. he drags his finger up your arm and revels in the way goosebumps rise where he had touched. he cups your cheek in his large hand, frowning when a shudder racks through your body.

"hey, it's getting really cold. we should go inside," doyoung doesn't miss the way your expression drops slightly. he sighs. "i can fix us a warm bath and some hot chocolate, how does that sound?"

he nudges your shoulder but you don't look at him. he frowns. "come on, love," he goads, but your persistent. "we can even cuddle by the radiator, if you want?"

that seemed to have pleased you, doyoung notes. the corner of your lip twitches slightly before you speak meekly. "will you even read to me?"

doyoung rolls his eyes in amusement. "yes," he says with a soft chuckle. "but only if you play with my hair."

"yay!" you cheer, wriggling out of his arms before breaking out into a jog. "last one into the apartment has to do the laundry next week!"

"oh, you're on!" doyoung shouts, sporting a gummy grin.

the two of you race into your apartment complex, boots pounding against the hardwood floors and staining the freshly-waxed floors. doyoung is sure that you two will be receiving a noise complaint soon, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

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greenorangevioletgrass · 4 years

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🍷 lazy parents sex with Tom

a/n: nonnie you just combined my love for lazy lovin and dad!tom you are a MAGICIAN

warnings: dad!tom, no kids at home yay, good ol’ fluff, fingering, unprotected sex, sweetness all round <3

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“Have fun with your Uncle Sam and Harry!” you wave off to your twin girls, Violet and Hazel, sitting in the back of Sam’s car. Looking impossibly adorable going to the theme park with their (also twin) uncles.

And as the car drives further and further away, you and Tom make your way back inside the house. One of his arm circled around your hips, and one of yours around his.

Your husband kicks the door closed and wastes no time to pull you in. “Alone at last,” he murmurs into your lips, kissing you sweetly.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Is that why you’re in such a hurry to get rid of the girls?”

“No!” he replies, just a little too quickly. “I just... well, we haven’t had a moment alone in, like, two weeks. I missed you.”

You watch him push out his lower lip and pout (a trick Hazel picked up very early on to get what she wants), his hands roaming the swell of your ass.

“And the last couple of times, we’re sneaking around in closets and laundry rooms,” he reminds you as his lips trail down your jawline.

“We gotta stop letting the girls into our bed.” you sigh, both from the tensions of interrupted moments in the past and the release of it all with each of Tom’s wet kiss.

He hums, sucking into the tender skin just under your earlobe. And really, who are you to deny such simple yet heavenly pleasure like this?

So you let him take you to the living room, guiding you into the big grey couch, laying you down ever so gently. Undoing your shirt button one by one, lazily kissing and sucking at your newly exposed skin, down your chest and along each top of your breasts.

“Tom, oh God--” you gasp when he grazes his teeth on your hardened nipple.

He chuckles softly. “Remember when I made you come just from this?”

Your brain is getting foggy, and yet the memory from eight(!!!) years ago comes so clearly. You guys had been away from each other for three months, and on the first night you reunited, Tom really took his time with your body.

So much so that you couldn’t take it and came in your pants with his mouth on your tits.

“Good times.” you draw a dopey smile, “But I want your hand on me.”

He perks up immediately. “Say no more, darling.” he moves backs up to kiss your lips before helping you out of your pants and tearing off his own clothes.

You settle into his arm, head resting on his chest, leg thrown over his, hips subtly grinding against his side. Taking his hand, kissing the inside of his wrist so tenderly, and then turning the table by sucking his fingers sloppily, thoroughly.

“Fuck...” you feel his head thrown back against the armrest.

“What’s that?” you pop his finger out of your mouth, gazing at him expectantly.

He gazes into you, his eyes amazed and knowing at the same time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now get to work,” you nudge him cheekily.

He chuckles again, but brings down his newly wet fingers between your legs nonetheless. He rubs your clit in the way you like, eliciting little moans from your lips and slick juices from your pussy. Finding a relaxed rhythm, making you ache and arch for more.

You didn’t need to say anything; he understands. He slides his middle finger into your wet cavern, stretching you, stroking you nice and slow. You can’t hold back an open moan --and come to think of it, you have no reason to. You can be as loud as you want with him right now.

And when he puts another finger in and fucks you faster, you feel yourself losing grip on... whatever the fuck you’re holding onto.

“Let go, baby. I got you.” he kisses your forehead, a stark contrast to the filthy thing he’s doing with his hand, and you feel the warmth in your core flashing and spreading, sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

He caresses you all through your orgasm, his one hand between your thighs and the other stroking your hair. And you wonder how’d you wound up with such a perfect guy.

“You alright?”

“Mm.” you hum contentedly. “Can I get on top?”

“Please,” he says, and you don’t know if he’s letting or asking you to.

But the more you wet his hard cock with your swollen pussy, the more he sounds like pleading to you. And you would make him beg for real-- some other time. This time, you’re set on having that cock stretching you out and bask in it for as long as you want.

You must have sat there for the longest time, just making out with him lazily like you’re just a year into your relationship instead of ten. So many things have changed since then, and yet some things stay the same.

Like how he’s crazy about how you sit on his cock, or how your tits bounce in his face, or how your pussy clenches around him when he plays with your clit again. He comes undone inside you and the way his cock pulsates send you over the edge another time.

“Yep.” Tom pipes up, breaking the blissful silence. “We definitely need to stop letting the girls into our room at night.”

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