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hyperactively-me · 4 months

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Since requests are open I am sick af. Fever, Sore throat, cough, and ear infection that won’t let me sleep, and it keeps getting worseee. Can u do a sickfic w either Simon or din where reader is super sick and they take care of her 🥹.

hope you don’t mind me doing din 🥹 it was hard to choose between them. also, i hope you feel better! being sick actually SUCKS, especially having a sore throat…that’s my #1 opp

sick -- din djarin

You’ve been sick as a dog recently, and the cold of the Razor Crest has not helped one bit.

You were sectioned off into Din's bed, and he erased any doubt you had about staying in his bed. Din had bought you thick blankets on a planet you had recently touched down on, and the softness of the material provided a stark contrast to the cold, metallic surroundings of the ship.

The ship’s hum and occasional creaks became a quiet lullaby as you drift in and out of a restless sleep.

The dim light of the ship’s interior barely illuminated the room, creating a cozy haven from the harshness of the galaxy outside. Din, clad in his beskar armor, moves silently around the room, tending to your needs with a quiet determination.

Din, ever watchful, had set up a small makeshift bedside table with a bowl of hot soup, a water flask, and a few other essentials. He sat nearby, his helmet carefully placed on the table, revealing his furrowed brow and concerned expression. The warmth from the blankets couldn't quite chase away the chills that racked your body, but Din’s presence was enough to keep you cozy.

He looked up attentively as you stirred, a string of coughs pouring into the ship. “How are you feeling?” he asks, shucking off the glove on his right hand. The ungloved hand reaches for your forehead to check your temperature. He brushes some stray strands of hair away from your forehead with the pads of his fingertips.

“Better with you around,” you replied hoarsely, attempting a smile. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

He hums, standing from his position in search of something for you to eat. A few minutes later, he reappears with a steaming cup of broth. With one good look at his face, you know he’s trying his best to conceal any signs of worry.

“Here, you need to keep your strength up,” he says gently, his voice comforting despite its lack of emotion. You muster a smile, grateful for his care, and sip the warm liquid, feeling its soothing warmth slip down your throat. He watches you intently, ensuring that you don’t choke or spill on the broth. After a while, he starts to spoon-feed you the broth.

The rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the bowl and the warmth of the broth bring a comforting routine to the small, dimly lit bed.

Din, still at the edge of the bed, brushes his hand against your forehead once again. “You're burning up,” he remarks, his concern evident.

As you finish the last sip, he sets the empty bowl aside and retrieves a small datapad from his belt.

“I found some information about the planet we’re headed to next,” he says, his tone shifting into a more business-like demeanor. “There’s a settlement known for its herbal remedies. I thought we might find something to help you recover faster.”

Gratitude swells within you. Despite his gruff exterior, Din is going above and beyond to take care of you. You shift onto your side, reaching out to place your hand on top of his. The warmth of the palm of your hand momentarily distracts him from the datapad.

“Thank you, Din. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me,” you say, your voice still raspy but filled with sincerity. He nods, his gaze softening as he covers your hand with his. The corners of his mouth quirk up in a half-smile. It’s a rare sight, and you realize just how much he cares, even if he struggles to express it in words sometimes.

“You need to rest, mesh’la,” he replies, his voice a gentle command. “We touch down in two hours.”

You nod somberly, taking a deep breath before shutting your eyes to try to sleep in the meantime. He doesn’t let go of your hand, squeezing it a few times before you fall asleep.

Din resumes his post by your side, monitoring your condition with a watchful eye. As you drift in and out of sleep, you can feel the gentle vibrations of the ship signal its descent onto the next planet, where the hope of finding herbal remedies awaits.

Din stands, carefully releasing your hand. “We're here, cyar’ika,” he says, his tone a mix of determination and reassurance. You nod, grateful for his initiative in taking care of you. As the ship touches down, the familiar hiss of the hatch opening echoes through the small room.

Din helps you sit up, ensuring you’re as comfortable as possible. He fluffs the pillows behind your back, ensuring they’re supportive. The warm blankets still cling to you, keeping you as warm as possible. You watch as he secures his helmet back in place, the distinctive T-shaped visor concealing his face once more.

“I’ll get you what you need,” he promises, his voice now modulated by the helmet. With a brief touch to your shoulder, he heads toward the exit, leaving you to rest while he explores the settlement for remedies.

Alone in the dimly lit room, you close your eyes, feeling the effects of the broth and the gradual improvement in your condition. Time seems to blur as you wait, the gentle hum of the ship’s engines becoming a soothing melody. Eventually, the hatch opens again, and Din returns with a small bag containing various herbs and medicines.

“I found these,” he says, his gloved hands carefully holding the bag of remedies. You can sense a quiet determination in his actions, a silent promise to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover. He removes his helmet and sits down next to you, setting the bag on the makeshift bedside table.

“A local healer recommended these,” he explains, sorting through the bag. “They’re supposed to help with your symptoms and speed up the recovery process.”

Your heart flutters in your chest as he carefully lays out the herbs, steady hands making sure he has everything in order. He explained how the herbs are going to be used in a drink. Every swallow makes your throat feel as though there’s knives under your skin. You nod, appreciating his attentiveness.

As you prepare to take the herbs, Din sets up a small area in the corner of the room where he can brew a concoction using some of the herbs. The aromatic steam fills the air, and you can't fight off the heat arising in your cheeks at the effort he’s putting into making you feel better.

Din glances over at you, noticing the subtle change in your expression. He meets your eyes with a reassuring nod, knowing how much you want to convey your gratitude. It’s in these moments, stripped of his helmet, that you see the man behind the armor—the one who cares deeply for your well-being. It’s in his nature to be protective of who he cares for.

The air in the room becomes infused with the herbal aroma as he brews the concoction. Din moves with a quiet efficiency, his movements deliberate and purposeful.

When the drink is ready, he returns to your side with a steaming cup of the herbal infusion. The warmth emanating from the cup is inviting, and you take it from him with a grateful smile. Din settles down beside you, and you can see a softness in his eyes that contrasts with his usual intensity.

“Drink it slowly,” he advises, his voice gentle. You nod, sipping the herbal mixture. It’s earthy, and slightly bitter. It’s not the most pleasant taste, but you can sense its potency, and the soothing warmth it brings to your throat is undeniable. You sigh happily, settling further into your pillows and blankets as you let the warmth seep into your hands.

Din watches you closely, his gaze never leaving your face. “Try finishing the whole thing, mesh’la,” he says, resting his hand on your knee over the blankets.

As you finish the herbal drink, Din takes the empty cup from your hands and sets it aside. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his gaze hopeful.

“A little better, actually,” you reply, a genuine smile breaking through your tired features. “Thank you for going out there and getting all this for me, Din.”

He shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s my job to take care of you,” he admits, his voice soft. “And I want to do it well.”

You grab his free hand, squeezing it tightly in your grip. “You’re doing more than your job, you know,” you say, rubbing your thumb over the back of his calloused hand. “You’re being really sweet.”

Din shifts in his seat, still not entirely accustomed to being on the receiving end of such compliments. “Well, you’re too pretty to be sick like this,” he mutters, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. His cheeks are turning flushed, and you know you’ve made him fall into that rare moment of vulnerability.

You chuckle softly, the sound turning into a cough. Din's concern flares up again.

He reaches for the water flask on the bedside table, offering it to you. You take a few sips, and he watches with a slight relief. “But, I want you to know that I appreciate it. A lot,” you reassure him.

He nods, accepting your words with a quiet gratitude. Din leans in and plants a feather light kiss on your forehead. “Rest for now, cyar’ika. We’ve got a bit of a journey ahead of us, and I need you back on your feet.”

You settle back into the pillows, fatigue tugging at your consciousness. Din remains by your side, a silent guardian watching over you. He kisses the back of your hand before you drift off to sleep.

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skulla-rxcks · 1 year

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🧸CHAPTER ONE} I like you more than a roommate

Next chapter

Paring: roommate!Hyunjin X fem reader

Rating: mature (eventually explicit)

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, eventual smut

Chapter Warnings/things: storms

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Your roommate Hyunjin is slowly catching feelings for you. You get more clingy to him as he helps you through your needs and issues, he loves you but doesn’t know how to show it.

A/n: I’ve been working on this for a bit and I can’t be bothered finishing majority of this chapter since I wanna get it out.

P.s: I haven’t edited this chapter and probably won’t bc I can’t be bothered, also no TWS for this chapter.

I sit back, focusing on the sound of my paint brush sweeping across the canvas, creating a beautiful image of a mermaid in a lagoon. I haven’t slept all night due to working on this painting, though I did steal this plain canvas from my roommate, he probably wouldn’t mind.

“I’m back! Dance practice was really tiring.. my shoulder hurts..” And there he is. My roommate himself, Hyunjin. I laugh slightly, moving away from my art to greet him. “Couldn’t you just take a break from dancing? Have sometime to yourself maybe, you know.. I’m always here if you feel like hanging out. it’s break after all. “

He looks at me, tilting his head to the side and scratching his neck. “I’m down for hanging out. I’m pretty sure today was our last dance session anyways" i gasp in joy after hearing that he'll finally have time to rest. "Yay! I guess we can do some art stuff then, I’ll show you what I've been doing" a warm smile forms on my face as i take his hand in mine, leading him over to the painting I’m currently working on.

“Wow.. the background blends so nicely!” He gasps, rubbing my shoulder with pride.

I feel my cheeks flush slightly, but smile.

"It’s nothing much. Just my usual style, I’m not sure if I like how the water looks or not"

Hyunjin 's hand stays on my shoulder for a few seconds longer before he parts his lips to speak again. “The water looks incredible, i would say I could do better but i can’t.”

My face heats up once again after listening to his pitiful, yet comfortable comments being thrown at me.

I walk out of our art closet, (which is basically a small closet we made into a mini art studio) and gently place my painting on the windowsill. The breeze is slightly cold, i close the window to keep warm. Shivering, I grab one of Hyunjin’s hoodies and slide it over my shirt, it’s a bit baggy but whatever. “What are you drawing?” I ask as i sit beside him again, hugging my knees to my chest due to the sudden change of the weather.

“Just someone” he mumbles. My eyes can’t help but look at how pretty he is when concentrating; hair tied back, eyebrows slightly frowned. I notice his face looking pale, i shuffle closer, lightly touching his cheek with my knuckle. “Your cold.. give me a minute.” I stand up, making my way to the kitchen and turning the kettle on. I get out two mugs, pouring in warm milk, coco, sugar and adding some marshmallows for each one. Two hot chocolates coming up!u

I waddle back into the room slowly stumbling as I hold the drinks that are filled to the brim.

“Here you go!” I giggle, handing him one of the hot chocolates, receiving a hug in response.

“Ah thanks .. I’m gonna get into bed, it’s gonna storm later. You can join me if you’d like, I know you don’t like storms.” He groans, chucking his sketchbook on the ground and pulling the covers over him. My eyes watch his movements, he sips his drink and puts it on a small table next to his bed.

I get in my own bed, admiring his features from a far.

A few hours past, he’s asleep already. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. It’s already raining and the storm is gliding over to us, *buzz.. buzz* the light starts flickering as the power goes out.

“N-no..please don’t do this to me tonight.. n-no.. no..” i clench my sheets and cry softly.

“J-Jinnieee.. w-wake up, it’s scary..”

I sob louder, shaking from the cold and my fears.

“Jinnie…” I lay down under the sheets with him

“Hm?.. Hey Shh, you’re okay. Come here.” Hyunjin moves closer to me, hugging me tightly as my tears soak through his shirt. “The storm is outside. You’re safe in here with me. It’s not gonna get us”

“B-but what if it d-“ My words are cut off as my head pushes into his chest, before I know it he’s leaving soft kisses on my head while continuing to soothe me. “I… I..” I let my eyes look at his lips for a sec then back to his eyes. My arms tighten around him as i cry myself to sleep.

#stray kids smut #~skulla rxcks #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #skz fic #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fanfic

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bonesandthebees · 2 months

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WE’RE ALL SYNCED NOOO…. everyone remember to rest and eat and hot water bottles help with cramps but don’t burn urselves .. and maybe take some paracetamol too (or ibuprofen if ur feeling silly) my mother swears by it . I think it’s just a desi thing and like willpower i forgot tje term but like . when u believe something will help u so much it does . But it works for me..

AND HONEY WATER!! i will stand by honey water till the day i die just boil some water and add some honey and wait for it to cool (don’t burn ur throats guys) Or just add a bit of cold water like i do and supposedly that helps with a sore throat and it makes u feel all warm and fuzzy . my Dad taught me the first one he says its cause of the texture i never fact checked that

i’m getting carried away with the random food things ONE MORE FOR GOOD LUCK if u want . to make Desi chai . boil half a cup of water and put tjat in a tiny saucepan with the teabag, one cardamom (make sure u crack it open so the tiny little seeds drop out), like a Teaspoon of fennel seeds or something idk i just add whatever amount looks good, and optionally a little bit of cinnamon (again i just wing it just add a small bit) and some sugar/sweetener and let that all simmer for like 30 seconds while u get half a cup of milk and pour that into ur saucepan . Thenn you wanna mix that around a bit and leave it all to . cook? that doesn’t sound like the right word… whatever. leave it for a few minutes and ur final step is when the chai starts rising u let it rise to the top and then turn down the heat and let it sink (i have a gas stove but if you have an electric ermm just set it aside for two secs to sink i think that’ll work). let it rise and sink three times!!! this really makes the flavour pop according to my dad!! then just strain it and enjoy :3 i lovee chai it was inevitable being pakistani HAHA it always makes me feel better after anything whether i feel sick or something bad happens or if i’m just silly chai is just nice for any occasion . my phopo calls me an auntie but Likeee isnt being a rich brown auntie the life…… im not rich yet but one day guys trust

anyway that got long HAHA i love cooking and baking and stuff … and home remedies MEDICATION IS GOOD DONT GET ME WRONG but sometimes im too lazy to run to the shops and get some cough syrup or something so i just make some honey water .. please take ur meds and get vaccinated though guys ❤️ stay safe hope u liked my chai :3

do you know how many asks I've gotten saying they're also on their period literally why are all of my followers synced up WHAT IS THIS

everyone listen to our friend here. honey water sounds lovely I'll have to try it. usually I just go for drinking honey straight out of the bottle if I have a sore throat but I suppose honey water might work a bit better lol

also OOOO CHAI!! tbh I've always wanted to make chai at home because so often chai I've gotten in coffee shops just... isn't it. but when it's good it's so good. I'm going to take note of this so I can get some cardamom and fennel seeds from the store :))) so excited to try it

#ask #papermoobloom #ref #reference

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cannibalismyuri · 1 year

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the chances missed and the confessions said too late

the lights above the letters are glowing fast, hurried, urgent. its hard to be worried when nobody knows what's going on. eyes scrambling across the wall, trying to remember what words are, when the fear is crawling up his throat. its his family in there. its his mike. it was joyce's idea for the letters. after they were done painting them, she looked on with some sick nostalgia. missing fear when it was lighter. missing pain when it was sweeter. missing love when it was less readily available.

it's like with each cheap christmas light bulb that glows up, he can hear mike's voice spelling out each letter. feel the urgency and pure adrenaline powered determination behind his words.

I-T-S, pause, M-I-K-E

C-A-N-T T-A-L-K M-U-C-H

E-L W-I-L-L C-L-O-S-E G-A-T-E

I-T-S T-O-O L-A-T-E F-O-R M-E N-O-W

and something big rises up in will's throat. it tastes like bile, but it's probably hatred. god, he hates everything in that place. his fingers are itching with the desire to reach out. then he remembers he can't. and god...el and hopper need to come back alive, or he might just go insane. crazy together, but there's no together anymore. not really.

something big shifts inside will. and suddenly he's back there. stuck between the sides of the viewmaster. half here, but half there too. but he feels in control now. he did it on purpose, even though he doesn't know how. he can vaguely register joyce shaking him by the shoulders, screaming, desperate. she can't be left alone.

but mike is right there. he can be saved. will knows it. he needs to be saved. he's swarmed by demodogs. blood pouring out of a wound in his abdomen. he doesn't give up though. still batting helplessly at the demodogs. not accepting death when it was inside his house and eating a meal on the table, let alone at his doorstep.

that's who he was. even in death. stubborn, determined, loving, strong in so many ways. he loves him. god, he loves him. and he stood- paralyzed -as he died right before his eyes. vaguely registering more screaming from joyce and jonathan as well.

will feels numb. like somebody had poured a glass of cold water on top of him, but he felt nothing. and it feels too vivid, too real, like a nightmare. and maybe it is one. maybe all this is just an episode. being in a trance because of vecna and getting his soul ripped out of his body would feel better than this.

it feels vague and hazy at the same time. real, but simultaneously not. it feels white-hot. anger pooling in his stomach, electrifying his body to the tips of his fingers. and it seems like this is always the way its going to be. the universe will take everything he loves from him until there's no happiness left in the world.

in a split-second, there's a loud noise from another side of the forest, and the demodogs flood towards it. mike is left gasping, convulsing, trying to hold on to life with slippery fingers.

the reality of the situation kicks in, and will springs towards mike. he can't bear to see the light leave his eyes, but he also can't bear missing it. can mike see him? mike can see him. mike needs to be able to see him. will tries to speak but words seem to fail him.

mike tries to speak, strangled and half-choking, and all he gets out is, "will?" before he gets hit with a bout of coughing. blood comes along with his coughs. will is transfixed. its like watching a car accident happen, too terrible to look away.

and will manages to nod, his throat getting stuck on a sob, tears welling up in his eyes, refusing to fall out, refusing to let it be real, refusing to let boys cry. and mike tries to get his hands up to will's face. will helps him, his own hands slick with mike's blood while his hands cup his face.

mike manages to say a few words; his voice guttural and shivery, "i...i love you. i've always loved you. will, it's always been you, whether you knew or not. and im sorry i never said it. im sorry."

and will wants to scream and shout and cry until he has no tears left. he wants to say, you have nothing to be sorry about. its my fault, always has been.

will's face is wet with the blood on mike's hands and isn't that just perfect? mike choosing to mark will even while he slips away. the blood will never wash off. just another reminder that will could probably never love someone else like he loved mike.

and mike goes slack. his eyes seem lifeless. his hands limp. will can't feel anything anymore. just pain. anger. hate. grief. nothing. nothing anymore. and vaguely will registers that he isn't between the slides in the viewmaster anymore. hes back home. is it really home if mike isn't there?

joyce and jonathan bombard him with questions. will cant hear. will cant see. he can barely feel anything anymore. he looks at the binder mike had given him a few days ago. it was all of his drawings he'd ever given mike. mike kept them. he kept them.

will breaks down. choking on a strangled sob that forces its way out of his mouth. tears fall out of his eyes. he's kept them in far too long. he slinks to the ground, screaming, sobbing, feral almost. jonathan tries to calm him down. he hugs him. its all will can do to hug him back for dear life.

crazy together. yeah. there's no together anymore.

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writermask-0807 · 2 years

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A SIMPLE COMFORT - PROFESSOR SNAPE X PLATONIC STUDENT READER

A/n: this has been my mind for a long time, and now thats its finally written, me can't wait to show you guys this! Now, I may have gone wrong wrong the title and other things too but this is my first time doing something like this in Tumblr, so please don't mind, and if you could, please leave me a few tips. And this may be a somewhat long (who am I kidding this long AF), but i hope it is wholesome.

Warnings: Mentions of self harm (if u blink it'll go away), crying, and overall maybe some triggering and sensitive stuff?

" Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."

- Albus Dumbledore

SOMETIMES you felt as if the entire world was against you. Your uncaring parents, the entire school, even your friends, if they could even be called that.

You labeled these times as the dark days. Times when you would be brimming with feelings, complicated emotions pulsing through your veins that left you baffled; emotions that left you feeling everything and nothing at the same time. It was hard to explain.

Today was one of the dark days - perhaps even worse than the other episodes.

You sat cramped in some forgotten corner of the large castle, tucked away from sight as you let the stoic, fierce facade you had built around yourself crumble away and you huddled in the suddenly heavy, damp tension that latched onto the frigid atmosphere, as if smothering the air itself and choking you, just like how you were clinging onto a last shred of hope, a false, flickering thought that seemed to be so tempting to believe, even though you knew it was a lie, a fleeting sense of comfort that maybe you had read the letter wrong, or that your parents really hadn't meant what they had written, a warmth that you hoped would protect you from the cold that bit into you like a beast.

And you didn’t mean just the literal biting cold that cut into your skin like the prickle of a thousand sharp needles digging into your sallow flesh, or like the feeling of the razor blades you used to cut yourself with being buried beneath your skin.

You meant the cold of the pain you felt - the feeling of a bucket of icy water being poured onto you, numbing you and making you feel intense, agonizing, excruciating pain. You meant the cold of the announcement your parents had sent, the cold of their cruel, harsh words tearing at the seams of your flesh and heart, shattering them over and over, but threading the fabric of your flesh and piecing the fragments of your broken heart, only for them to be torn and broken apart once again.

For a moment, you were numb, devoid of any emotion as your cheeks were cracked and split by the memory of the unhealthy amount of tears you had shed, your breathing and heartbeat erratic, your small frame shaking like a leaf in the wind as you hugged your knees to your chest, shivers and shudders erupting along your skin and rattling you to the very core, your delicate face scarily blank and your e/c orbs glazed over with the salty droplets that had carved cool streams down your cheeks, before the whole impact of their words slammed into you once again, burning like a white-hot rod, searing with agonizing pain that made your heart ache and writhe again. Your blood ran cold, your heart pounding against your ribcage, threatening to break the bones, and you could hear the blood rushing to your head, blocking out all other sounds.

Disowned.

Where would you go, when you had no-one but your cruel parents that considered you a liability? Where would you go, when all of your friends were fake? Who would you turn to, when no-one was able to offer you the meager comfort and love you so desperately craved?

disownedDiSoWnEdDISOWNEDDISOWNEDUSELESSLIABILITY -

Your thoughts had become desperate, pushing against one another, overlapping, distorted voices that echoed in your mind as you struggled to get rid of the dark voice that screamed at the back of your head, that had spat out the bitter, bitter truth that burned on the tip of your tongue.

The air was suddenly forced out of your lungs, the damp atmosphere that was frigid with Winter's freezing breath snaking around your throat, strangling you with its invisible fingers. Hot, salty tears welled up within your hollow e/c orbs that had dimmed with the absence of the light that had always shone within them, leaving them blanketed with a layer of liquid glass, your vision spinning and bleary because of tears and exhaustion.

All of the willpower, all of that sheer hope that had ignited within your soul like a flame and had guided you through many dark days, in the most dire moment of need, vanished into thin air as though it never existed in the first place, swallowed by the darkness, just as how you were threatened to be consumed by the oblivion.

It suddenly felt like the weight of the world was planted upon your slumped shoulders that sagged with defeat as your lungs burned for breath, as if something invisible and heavy was pressed against your small, cowering frame as you shook with uncontrollable tremors, stifling you to the point where not even ragged, short pants escaped your mouth as desperate, greedy gulps for air. Your throat was tightly clamped shut, not a sob nor a scream available as you hyperventilated, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

You tried to breathe, but failed, and your lungs felt as if they had been doused in liquid fire, swimming and drowning in raw lava, and you vaguely wondered if you were going to die, alone and afraid, with no-one by your side.

" L/N? Are you here?" A strong, deep voice spoke from the darkness, and the tip of a wand flared with blinding light as it illuminated you in your little hide-away. In your disheveled state, you did not notice who it was, but the voice of the person was vaguely familiar as you wound knots in your scalp, grabbing fistful of your hair.

You did not reply, you couldn't, and your answer was stuck in your throat, choking, CHOKING -

You were vaguely aware that a strong, lean pair of arms much larger than your own had wrapped around your shoulder in a surprisingly strong grasp, pulling you closer towards the person in a swift, but gentle manner, so as not to harm you further. You could tell that the person had knelt beside you, because you hadn't felt yourself being lifted from the hard, stone floor above the chaos that wreaked havoc within your head.

You still couldn't breathe - you couldn’t -

The person reached out for you - ever so gently, ever so carefully, their thumb grazing softly against your cheek to tuck away wet strands of your hair that clung uncomfortably to your face, and then the slender, long digits hesitantly combed their fingers through the rich locks of your h/c colored hair, slipping the other free arm around your smaller frame, pulling you into a warm embrace, into a hold that was hesitant and with the same awkwardness one would possess when holding an animal for the first time, as if they feared you'd shatter at the slightest of touches like the porcelain doll you looked like you were. But, it was comforting nonetheless, considering that you had never been hugged or comforted by anyone else before.

And then the voice of the person was whispering into your ears, murmuring sweet-nothings, though you could barely hear the voice above the deafening sound of blood rushing to your head, and your pulse ringing in your ears.

" Y/N, just focus on my voice. Count to ten with me, one, two, three…"

And so you did. You focused on the voice. The masculine voice was moon-stone smooth like velvet, raw with power and authority, fluid and graceful like the fresh flow of a youthful river, sweet and thick as the words tumbled past (his) lips, rich with silk and baritone, creamy and dark like chocolate and freshly brewed coffee - bittersweet. It was musical to your eardrums, silky and delicate as each word passed their lips without a hitch, soothing and comforting as it lulled you to breathe, easing your hammering heart.

Eventually, you just melted into their arms, your heavy head resting against their broad shoulder blade, as your cries died down to soft sniffles and the occasional hitch in your breath.

Their fingers were still stroking your hair, the other hand drawing sensous circles on your back, calming you down.

Your eyelids grew heavy with undeterred sleep and fatigue, a bone-deep weariness that latched itself onto you, a shapeless oblivion that whispered and coaxed you to give into the much-needed slumber.

You were tired. You were tired of everything, so you let sleep consume you whole, your eyes fluttering shut as you slipped from one world of nightmares to another, cradled in the arms of your awkward Potions Master as he comforted you.

{...}

YOUR eyes slowly fluttered open into the world once more, like the powdery wings of a butterfly beating into life, lustrous pools of e/c orbs that sparkled underneath the dim sunlight peeking through the window, though tearless, gentle opals that swirled with a kaleidoscope of colors, rich and intense and vivid beneath the sun's warm, loving kisses.

For a moment you laid immobile on the soft mattress beneath you, your limbs heavy with fatigue, every pore of your body drenched in a slow, lethargic sensation that made your mind feel hazy and disoriented. So instead, you snuggled in closer to the warmth of the bed, relishing in the rare tranquility the peaceful moment provided, basking underneath the heat of the sunlit kisses that peppered your skin and illuminated your soft, supple flesh in rich pools of molten gold, heightening the vibrant color of your large, deep beds of e/c that seemed to hold an entire constellation of stars within their depths.

You welcomed the warmth of the sun that danced across your petite frame, a delightfully warm, fuzzy blanket that bathed you, and the flecks of dust swirling within the beams of light wreathed around your h/c tresses, as if crowning your head in a halo you so rightfully deserved.

In that moment, you looked ethereal, radiating warmth that rivaled the sun itself in all of its magnificent glory, angelic even, your delicate face a canvas painted by serenity, when it was usually strained by a fake smile, or a melancholic sadness that was contagious.

Wait…

Bits and pieces of the memories of the previous night flooded your mind, and you stood upright on the bed, your limbs getting further entangled by the blankets, your spine rigid as panic slowly began to crawl into your senses.

You had been crying last night, in some foreign part of the castle. You had swept out of the Great Hall in a hurry so that no-one would see the tears brimming in your eyes when you had read the letter your owl, Nether, had delivered. Your parents had disowned you, you reminisced.

The dark, unwanted reminder wss enough to sour your mood, and all senses of tranquility and peace you had felt earlier evaded you. Your face darkened, and the tears returned to your precious gemstones of eyes again with a strong vengeance.

You quickly wiped them away from the corners of your eyes before they could soak your cheeks again. You lifted a delicate palm, tracing the tears stains that were cracked open into your cheeks like the remnants of a dried river split open into silky earth.

You froze, remembering, you hadn't returned to your dormitory that night. Someone had been there with you, though you didn't see who it was. Someone had comforted you, someone had seen you at your lowest, but hadn't left you there to suffer. Someone had actually stood by your side, and hadn't left you alone like everyone else had.

Your heart warmed at the thought, and you lifted a dainty palm to feel the weak pulses fluttering within your ribcage like the fleeting kiss of a dove's wings.

Tears pooled in your eyes, the glassy layer shimmering in a tender glow because of the cascade of the rich, golden sunlight, but this time, these tears were not of remorse or despair, but tears of pure happiness, something you hadn't felt in a while.

A powerful emotion rose within your chest, something fortifying, plucking at your heartstrings, almost like a slow-burning fire in a kindling hearth, dancing like a flickering flame within your soul, an emotion you had felt when you heard the pheonix' song, and you recognized it as hope.

Perhaps you hadn't lost everything. Perhaps there was still something salvageable within the disaster your life was in right now.

You rose from the bed, the loose, baggy shirt you were clad in falling down your hips, the sheets imprinting the shape of your body as your dainty feet met the icy cold tiles of the floor.

A small squeak of surprise escaped your parted, chapped lips and you almost immediately retreated your feet, before cautiously allowing them to come in contact with the freezing floor again. It was then you realized, after a long, dumb moment that you were not in your dormitory, not in your bed and certainly not in your clothes.

You freaked out.

You eyed your surroundings warily, suddenly wondering if you were too quick to judge that you had been helped by someone. It was a luxuriously larger room, with bookshelves crammed against the cool cobblestone walls, a somewhat small cot draped with comfortable, woolly blankets. You wondered who could own a room that was so welcoming and yet so cold at the same time.

Then you turned your attention to the large, black shirt that was draped over your small frame. It was definitely not yours; though it was quite comfortable. The fabric was soft and velvety in your hands, slipping from your fingers as delicately as silk when you grabbed a fistful of it. You breathed in its scent, and you were overwhelmed by the sharp fragrance of fire whiskey and the fresh aroma of rich earth and books that it was soaked in.

As you raked another glance over the room with your e/c orbs, the whole impact of the situation rammed into you like the white-hot tip of a spear, flooding your senses with panic. Despite how homey the room looked, you were in an unknown room in an unknown place, and the possibility of being kidnapped dawned on you as you bit your lips in anxiousness.

Almost as though the thought had escaped your mind and floated into the warm atmosphere, a deep, cold voice interrupted your internal musings.

" Took your sweet time in realizing. But then again, you have always been quite dense, L/N."

You let out an ear-piercing shriek that was sure to have woken the dead, startled by the sudden appearance of the owner of the voice.

Casually leaning against the wooden doorframe for Merlin knows how long, with his arms folded across his chest, and a perfectly manicured eyebrow arched at you, was the owner of the calming voice, your Potions Professor, Severus Snape.

It was then you realized that the person that had been with you last night was none other than him, and your cheeks burned ruby when you came to this realization. It was not because of anger or shame, but rather, embarrassment, because you held great respect for your Potions Professor, as he was the last person you wanted to see in your disheveled state the night before.

Grabbing a fistful of your shirt, you averted your gaze elsewhere, unable to meet his eyes. Wait…

It wasn't YOUR shirt.

It was HIS shirt you were dressed in, and heat rushed to your cheeks as the lewd possibility of him changing your clothes slipped into your mind. Almost as if he had read your mind, (which wouldn't be much of a surprise due to his Legilimency), he was quick to assure you that he had not changed your clothes, that Madame Pomfrey had, and you heaved a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had been holding in.

But then, all seriousness returned to your stoic Potions Master as he reattached his usual cold demeanor, the embarrassment fading away and his voice came out strict and stern, monotonous as it rang throughout the room that had filled with a loud, impenetrable silence.

" Care to tell me why you were choking on air last night L/N?" He inquired in his usual baritone voice, toneless as he asked, successfully lacing his rich voice with slight sarcasm so that he could conceal his growing concern. You were one of the best in his class, other than the know-it-all Granger, and though he would NEVER admit it, you had begun to grow on him with your cheeky smiles and witty remarks, and perhaps… he was growing a little fond of you.

You could feel Professor Snape's eyes boring into your skull even before you met his calculating gaze, and you didn't answer, your eyes burning as you desperately tried not to lose your composure in front of him.

" L/N, look at me!" He demanded, and you shook your head, your gaze lowering to the floor, eyes pooling with unshed tears as sobs threatened to wrack your body once again.

His question had unearthed old pain from where you had buried it deep within your heart, the feelings of anguish and bitterness rising within your chest again, hopelessness overwhelming you as you reminisced about your helpless plight.

You were vaguely aware that Professor Snape had drawn closer to you, but you were barely able to register anything as tears glazed your e/c orbs once more, making your vision spin and fill up with bleariness.

" Y/N, talk to me," He whispered, and this time, his voice was tender and raw with emotion as he addressed you by your first name, all formalities long gone and forgotten. You still did not meet his eyes, lacking the courage to do so, too afraid. He reached out for you, and a calloused but somehow gentle palm cupped your cheek as he took your chin in his forefinger and thumb, so that your gazes finally collided.

Instead of meeting hard obsidian that cut sharper than broken glass and steel blades, pools of darkness that glistened dully underneath the sunlight, your e/c orbs clashed against tender ebony optics that swirled with inky shadows of night. They were colorless and bleak, brimming with dark waters you could not wade within, starless skies that somehow thrived with a galaxy of dying stars, pooled with concern and rich with pure, unadulterated love and care, a small light twinkling within his dark orbs despite the fact that his sharp, black irises bled nebulous clouds of darkness, devouring light in their intensity.

" Please. "

Your efforts to keep your feelings at bay were in vain as a small whimper escaped traitorously through your parted lips, as you heard his voice, begging, pleading, and his eyes full of pure love that coaxed you to cry your woes away, and the dam burst. The anguished sobs burst from your lips, and the bitter cries and despaired wails that spilled from your lips shook the older man to the very core.

Before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around your smaller frame, pulling you close to him and enveloping you in a warmth that you been had deprived of. You latched onto him, clinging onto his robes for dear life, into a hold so desperately firm and with a fierce intensity that one would have to move mountains to pry him out of your surprisingly strong grasp. He stroked your back and comforted you as all the bitterness and raw agony you had swallowed and had harbored deep within your soul spilled past your lips, 'ugly' sobs wracking your small frame as you cried into his robes.

His hand reached up to stroke your hair, all the hesitancy and reluctantness that had been there the other night reduced to nothing, his soothing voice murmuring into the crown of your head, other hand rubbing circles around your back as you let the emotions your kept bottled up within your heart spill its poisonous contents, mumbling incoherent words through your tears.

" Parents… Disowned… Nowhere…"

" Shh… I’m here, aren’t i? What do you think I'm going to do? Leave you out on the streets?"

A small chuckle escaped you through your tears, and you smiled, despite the tears streaming down your face. You could feel the corners of his lips tilt upwards in a rare smile above your head, and your heart warmed. And as he cradled you in his strong, lean arms, the depression and worry that had cloaked you and suffocated you simply melted away, in his warm, secure embrace, evaporating into thin air. Your sobs stilled, the tears halting. But you didn’t let go of him. On the contrary, you gripped his robes even tighter (if possible, considering you were already choking the life out of him), silently begging him not to go just yet. This time, you were sure he was using Legilimency to scour your mind as he whispered, " I'm not going anywhere. " You forgave his intrusion, and snuggled in closer to his chest, listening to the steady beats of his heart it echoed melodiously within his ribcage.

Maybe you could do this everyday, you thought to yourself and felt his warm smile above your head once again.

" Yes, perhaps we could do this everyday."

#professor snape x platonic student reader #disowned reader #sad reader #harry potter feels #idk how to tag this shi

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augustslippedavvay · 2 years

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lazy mornings in bed + reading out loud to each other for eddie? 🥺

i will cry this is like. my biggest want in life in general, someone who will read in bed with me on slow soft mornings!!!

i got another request for “could you do 'waking up to the smell of fresh coffee' + 'good morning kisses' + 'lazy mornings in bed' with eddie?” so i am combining them, i hope that is okay <3 as per usual, i got too into this lmao. i hope u both enjoy!!!!

A bird chirps, once, loudly, outside of your window. Groaning, you roll over onto your back and toss one arm languidly over your eyes. Something had roused you, pulled you from sleep, and, as much as you loathe to admit it, you’re wide awake now. You yawn, wishing more than anything for just five more minutes of sleep, when you hear a cupboard slam shut out in your apartment.

Someone is moving around in the kitchen. You push one hand out, feel around on the other side of the bed, and your suspicions are confirmed. Eddie’s gone to make coffee. It’s a summer Sunday, you think, smiling to yourself.

Summer Sundays are the best days, because neither you nor Eddie have to work, which means you can relax.

Every work day is the same: the sun rises early, but you’re both already awake to meet it when it does. Alarms set before dawn and work clothes laid out the night before so all you’ll need to do is pull them on. Quick kisses exchanged in passing as you take turns in the bathroom - leave some hot water for me today, okay, champ? said with a wink, to whoever showers first - and coffee in to-go mugs. If you’re lucky, you’ll have enough time to say goodbye, I love you, I’ll see you when you get home.

But not on Sundays. On Sundays, the sun’s light filters through the blinds of your bedroom, kissing your skin, exposed after the covers had been thrown off in the night. The two of you are always sweaty when you wake - your subconscious selves refuse to be disentangled, even in the height of summer - but you both welcome any excuse to shower together. Any chance to pore over one another’s bodies until your fingers are pruney and soft, until the steady trickle from the shower head runs cold, all semblance of concern about saving hot water out the window.

Sometimes you’ll put on a record and have coffee, sitting up and reading tangentially, stopping every once in a while to refill your mugs and chat about your books, but today you've decided you want to do what you love most in the world: lay curled into Eddie's side and listen to him read aloud to you. You love being immersed in other worlds, but it’s something else entirely for Eddie to be the one immersing you.

The door creaks open, and you pull your arm away from your face, stretch it high above your head. You feel your shirt graze against your belly.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

You open one eye, watch as Eddie kicks your bedroom door shut, balancing two cups of coffee in one of his hand. You realize immediately that it was the coffee that’d woken you - the smell of it had invited itself into the part of your brain that’d been dreaming and worked its magic to pull you out of it.

You sit up slightly, balancing yourself on one elbow, to accept your coffee from him. He’s poured it into your favorite mug - the diner style one, white with ‘I Heart Hot Dads’ scrawled onto one side - and you smile softly at him and scrunch your nose. You take note of the way his briefs are pulled up his thigh slightly higher on one side than the other, his favorite worn Black Sabbath shirt tucked into them. His hair is falling out of the low bun he’d put it into to sleep last night. He looks like a dream. You ache to kiss the sleep from the corners of his eyes.

Eddie’s hand brushes against yours as he hands it to you, and you say, “Thanks, baby.”

“My sleepy girl,” he whispers, kissing you on the top of your head before walking around the end of the bed to slide back into your unmade bed and take a quick sip himself. You shift so you’re sitting upright, angled towards him, careful not to spill your coffee, and lean over to plant a real deal kiss on his mouth.

“You taste good,” you murmur, settling back against the headboard, one knee hiked up close to your chest, to take your first sip, groaning when it hits your stomach. He always makes your coffee perfectly, and this morning it makes blood rush to your cheeks. “Fuck.”

Eddie laughs at you, bright and cheery, the way he always seems to be these mornings, despite the shadow you’ll occupy until you’ve had at least two cups of coffee. He drains half of his mug in one go, then reaches his coffee out to you. You tap yours against his. “Cheers to Sunday, baby.”

“Cheers,” you whisper, bringing the hand holding your coffee up to wrap around your knee and propping your chin on the top of it. You reach over and run a hand through his bed head, gently pulling a couple of curls from one another. “Have you been using that spray I got you?”

“What, the detangling spray?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, fingers still working at his hair. He winces and bats at your hand when you snag a particularly stubborn one.

“Alright, Freddy Krueger, with the knives for fingers, ouch.”

You laugh at him and poke his cheek. “If you’d used the detangling spray, that wouldn’t have happened.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you and brings his coffee back up to his mouth. Your eyes roam over his face, his plush lips, his soft eyes, the laugh lines at the corners of them. You trail down his neck, to the faint bruises peppered along it at the collar of his shirt, his necklaces against his chest. You catch yourself staring and glance back up.

“What do you think about maybe going to the lake to swim later?”

“Sure, we could make that happen. Later this afternoon?”

You hum. Comfortable silence falls, and you smile over at him, turn your head so your cheek is now resting on your knee. You’re hit with the sudden urge to tell him you love him, the ache heavy in the center of your chest. You decide to do the next best thing.

“Hey, you know what we should do?”

Eddie grabs your wrist and kisses the middle of your palm before letting you go, then clicks his tongue and says, “What’s that?”

“Read,” you say, punctuating it with another sip of coffee. You watch as his eyes light up.

"What do you want this morning, sweetheart?" Eddie's voice is soft as he asks. He says it like he knows what your answer will be. He probably does.

“The Hobbit,” you respond quietly, and your stomach flips when you realize he’d already been reaching over to his bedside table for it before you’d even been able to say. As an afterthought, you add, “please.”

“Anything for my baby,” he murmurs, grinning, thumb flicking through worn, yellowed, dog-eared pages. He leans against the bed frame beside you and holds his arm up, inviting you to sidle into him, which you do. “From the start?”

You nod, and Eddie smiles, offers his hand up, and you chug your coffee and pass him the empty cup. He stretches and places it on his bedside table, then settles in, one hand holding the book open in his lap, the other resting on top of your head, thumb working over your hair gently. Your arm snakes around his middle and edges underneath his shirt, and you feel more than hear him clear his throat.

“‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole –’”

“Eddie?”

He stops abruptly and looks at you, peering up at him from under your lashes. You’re so beautiful nestled into his side. He swears he’s never seen anything more lovely in his life.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Will you do the – you know, will you…”

Eddie smiles and clears his throat. He starts the paragraph over again from the start, this time adopting a deep, dramatic tone to his voice. “‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an ooooozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.’”

You laugh quietly, then tuck your head further under his chin and sigh contentedly. Eddie keeps reading, and you close your eyes, listen to him tell the story, the way he changes his voice for all of the characters, but also occasionally lowers it, recounting the story softly, just the way you like. You smile at the feel of the soft rumble of his voice against your cheek.

Yeah. You love summer Sundays.

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mordenheim · 1 year

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Water your Jackalope

Ravi's relaxing bath gets interrupted by spicy daydreams, text messages, and more! So, SO much more... Inspired by this image: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50817719/ The wonderful Ravi is courtesy of https://www.furaffinity.net/user/pyrohemia/ Morghanna is c/o myself. :) Ravi smiled as she took a moment to pose in front of the mirror attached to the back wall of her home. Her hands ran over her white, fluffy robe, pushing up her ample breasts inside for a moment before sliding up her arms to the back of her neck. She ran her fingers through her gorgeous tri-colored hair before caressing gazelle like antlers and her long, softly-furred bunny ears. Unable to resist, she gave her nose a cute wiggle as she winked at her reflection. Turning back towards the task at hand, she strode through the soft grass to the bathtub full or warm, steamy water she’d been waiting to use all winter long. She slowly added some wonderful smelling salts and oils that helped to nourish her magnificent, fluffy coat. Sitting a cloth, towel, soap and her phone on a folding table nearby, she slipped her robe off of her slender shoulders before she lifted one long, elegant lapine paw and slowly lowered it into the water.

Almost too hot, it took her a moment to fully lower herself into the water. Her legs and paws folded up against the bottom of the tub as she lay back. Her hair spread over the other side of the tub as the jackalope let out a soft sigh. She felt the warmth of the water ease its way into her tight muscles. She closed her eyes a moment and let her mind drift. In her mind she was back in the laboratory she had snuck into. It was the second time as there were just too many wonderful toys to play with! She had just laid eyes on a particularly shiny looking ray gun of some kind on top of a work table. She was stretching over the table to reach it when she felt a jolt like pure electricity hit her in the back! She gripped the far side of the table, lifting her paws off of the floor for a second before she felt the table seeming to move beneath her. She felt her tummy sliding over the smooth surface and found her paws couldn’t reach the floor anymore. The edge of the table seemed to be getting thicker in her grasp as her shirt bunched up underneath her. Slowly her form was swallowed up by the cloth as she rapidly continued to shrink, still holding onto the edge of the table. Just a few seconds later her nude form wad spinning and tumbling out of her gigantic shirt and onto the hard, cold table as she gazed up at a familiar calico feline with bright blue hair. Back in the bath, she shivered despite the warm water. She stretched out her long, luxurious legs and let her big bunny paws dangle over the side of the tub. She could almost feel the calico feline's big soft fingers wrapping around her body, gathering her up into her warm hands and...

She was startled out of her daydreams by her phone going off loudly. She grabbed up the phone in her thankfully-dry hands and saw one of her friends asking her to join them for drinks. “Come on! Happy hour's about to start!” “Can't right now, just got in the tub.” “BS! Prove it! XP” Grinning to herself, she took a pic of her lovely nude body in the almost overflowing tub, her long legs dangling over the side and sent it. “Damn, that's hot! U got ripped off on the tub, tho!” “??”

“Look how small it is!” As soon as she heard this, she heard water sloshing out over the top edge of the tub itself. Looking down at herself, she could see her torso wedged into the tub from one end to the other where her entire body had fit when she got in! She looked at the phone in her hands and it almost seemed to shrink as her palm stretched and widened, delicate fingers lengthening to curl around the plastic. She tossed the phone aside and tried to get out of the tub, but her shapely rear was firmly lodged in place! More and more water was pouring out onto the grass as her body expanded, swelling breasts and belly forcing it out. Her legs and paws slowly stretched down until they reached the ground. The jackalope struggled and strained, then froze as she heard an odd creaking noise. This was soon followed by a crack of porcelain, a creak of bending metal and a louder crack! The tub split in two around her, pouring water everywhere. Ravi lie there for a moment, rubbing her rump before pushing herself off of the ground. She staggered as her point of view just kept going up! She blinked as she looked DOWN at the porch roof on her house. Looking down towards the remains of the tub, it would barely work as a paw-bath now. In fact, she could see her paws slowly stretching until the tub would barely hold ONE of them. She bit her lip, rubbing her body as the sensation of growth flowed through her before thinking to herself. “I had better pay Morghanna another visit to fix this...”

#Macro March #jackalope #bunny #antlers #growth #shrinking #macro #micro #destruction #bath #relax #tub

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waitingonthewind · 1 year

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im making soup for my partner today and even tho its still simmering and i haven't tasted it yet, i thought i'd share the recipe because it's super helpful when you've got a cold or the flu (she's not sick atm but this is the approximation of the one i made when she had covid). i dunno how long it freezes for but i found reheating leftovers was pretty good last time and google says you can freeze chicken soup for like 4-6 months if properly stored.

this one doesn't have celery in it bc neither she nor my housemate like celery but it's easy enough to just add a stick or two if ur into that like i am. the griessnockerel is optional and you can substitute for another cup of risoni, or omit altogether if u prefer. this is one of those recipes that u can just kinda feel out and toss in whatever you've got around, which is why most ingredients don't have specific amounts

if, like me, you are autistic and hate textures and eating things, you can substitute the shredded thigh fillet chicken for cubed chicken breast

text recipe below the cut, along with a quick griessnockerel recipe oh and MAKE SuRE to stir it sometimes lol

erins sinus clearing cold soup (served hot)….?

1.5l chicken stock (i use 3 continental stock pots but liquid stock is fine) .5l water 1kg thigh chicken bone n skin in 4 carrots, chopped roughly 3 onions, chopped roughly potatoes? 1 cup risoni griessnockerl (semolina flour dumplings) salt (litol bit, already plenty in tha stock) pepper (so much) minced ginger (litol bit or a lot depending on ginger preference) minced garlic (so much) thyme (so much) chilli oilllll (so much)

steps:

fry tha chicken w a bit of garlic in cast iron or similar as above, wanna get that brown skin

put chicken aside

take the juice from the chicken, pour into large saucepan w carrot onion and more garlic, and the ginger

stir fry for like 2 minutes or less on high

put everything else in the pot EXCEPT risoni and griesnockerl. simmer on lowest heat.

hour before serving remove chicken pieces, shred with a fork, add chicken back to the soup minus bones

half hour before serving, add risoni and griessnockerl

total soup simmering time min hour and a half, all day is fine probs lmao

Griessnockerl

3.5tbsp butter (room temp)

1 medium egg

2/3 cup semolina (100grams)

1/2 tsp nutmeg

Mix ingredients together, refrigerate for at least half an hour. spoon out lumps with a teaspoon straight into the soup, cook until they float.

#soup #recipe #chicken soup #my recipe #cold and flu soup #i'll post another photo when it's actually done cooking lmao

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onedayillmakeanamebutnotrn · 1 year

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tw/cw alot of temperature whump so basically anything to do with that is here like ice fire burns etc, caretaker is accidentally the whumper, small heart attack mention + small implied nudity mention

whumpee got alot of funy temperature whump idk what is in the temperature whump circle but im spitting this out anyways cold or hot water poured on them and/or being the only kinda water they can bathe/shower with and once the temperature changes its ether get out, refill, refill with the opposite temperature (i heard u can get a heart attack from this) hand on stove forced to keep ice in their mouth (maybe with mints) forced to keep hot water/hot food in their mouth (maybe spicy) ice/hot water is the only thing they are allowed get hydrated from hot food is the only thing they are allowed to eat and if it gets too cold its too late (gotta eat fast too then maybe ohoho) dumped in snow dumped in hot coals no/very little clothes during cold times many clothes during warm times etc etc now they are with caretaker they have vastly different senses of temperature with or without whumpee having trauma whumpee needs to shower/bathe or even just wash their hands/drink any liquid with a very specific water temperature caretaker thinks that its far too cold/hot and changes it whumpee needs to have a very specific body temperature depending on weather/temperature caretaker thinks its wayy too hot or cold for them to be dressed like THAT like arent you making it worse for yourself?? whumpee gets a complete intolerance towards mint and/or spicy stuff caretaker wouldnt know yet and has some light spicy/mintyish food or snacks (maybe even the toothpaste is too much) also whumpee might have a fear of ice somehow but oh no its a hot summer day and i got tasty lemonade with ice cubes in it !!! fear might also include any kinda fire, snow the mf oven, stove or microwave bc it just radiates heat and,,ohno scawwy,,, up to you how long this lasts before whumpee goes "ur a different breed from me and we have different definitions of cold and hot so please stfu and let me shower in a way i think is normal"

#temperature whump #caretaker to whumper (not on purpose)#cw minor implied nudity #tw minor implied nudity #cw minor heart attack mention #tw minor heart attack mention #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #caretaker

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gutmeats · 2 years

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Sea of People

AO3 Link Fandom: High School Story Prime Pairing: Wes Porter & Simon Klein (M!MC) (GEN) Length: 612 Words Rating: General Audiences (if u ignore the one (1) cuss word) Prompt: an image of a large group of people, many with rainbow flags Summary: Large crowds of people aren't for everyone, even if its an event for gay people and you are a gay people. A/N: for @choicespride. just personally speaking, as someone who gets overwhelmed in crowds. today's prompt image of a crowd is vaguely overwhelming to me. so i wanted to write something that reflected that. also i havent ever written wes before so if he's not in character. whoops. its a 600 word fic idc.

Simon knew he should be enjoying himself, but he was hot, and thirsty, and his binder had never felt as tight as it did now, with sweat suctioning it to his chest. Not to mention the crowds, and with crowds came noise, and noise meant overstimulation, but he didn’t dare turn off his hearing aid just in case he needed it to find the friends he had lost after his band, Kingslayer, finished their set.

It had been nice to be up on stage with his friends, since they all went their separate ways after graduation, but now that the event had lost it’s shine- at least for him, anyway- all Simon felt was tired and overwhelmed.

He staggers through the crowd, almost aimlessly, trying to find his way out, or at least someone he knew, but it felt like trying to swim against a current with concrete shoes on.

“‘Scuse me, Pardon me,” he mutters quietly as he tries his best to fight his way over to where the booths were set up without smacking the daylights out of anyone by accident.

Then someone grabs his hand.

As tired and disoriented as he was, he decides to just let this whoever-it-was tug him through the crowd and to the outskirts of the park the pride event was set up in.

When they stop in the shade of the tree, Simon flops down with a sigh. As he catches his breath, his savior hands him an ice cold bottle of water.

“Oh, thanks…” he rolls the bottle over his forehead for a few seconds, eyes closed. Then he chugs about half the bottle and pours the rest over himself. “Fuck, that feels good.”

His savior laughs and sits next to him, and now that he’s had a moment to calm down, he realizes that it’s--

“Wes!” Simon tosses an arm around him. “I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah, big crowds like this aren’t really my thing, but Ezra wanted me to see Kingslayer preform. I’m glad I caught you, though. You looked like you were about to pass out.”

“Yeahhh… I was too busy putting away my bass to realize everyone else had scattered until it was too late. Thanks for getting me outta there.”

“It’s nothing.” Wes bumps his shoulder against Simon’s.

They people watch for a few minutes, but it doesn’t take long for Simon’s sweat and water soaked binder to begin to really bother him.

He wiggles in place, trying to tug it away from his body enough to get comfortable.

Wes looks at him. “You doing alright?”

“No! It’s so hot and noisy and my binder feels way too tight!”

“Do you want to get out of here, then? Come back to mine and Ezra’s? We could get dinner and catch up.”

“That sounds nice. Way better than this.”

Wes and Simon grab each other’s hands, both pulling in opposing directions to tug each other up.

“Let me just text Ez and let him know that we’re going. He was planning on staying out later than me, anyway, so he’ll probably catch a ride from one of the others.”

“‘Kay.”

Once Wes’ phone is back in his pocket, he tosses an arm across Simon’s shoulders and leads him back around the crowd and out of the park.

Simon gives one last look over his shoulder and sighs. “I tried to like it, I really did. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so… much.”

Wes laughs quietly. “You don’t have to enjoy big pride events like this just because you’re queer, Simon. You can celebrate just by being yourself.”

“...Yeah.” Simon smiles at him. “That’s way better.”

#gutsfics #high school story prime #prompt fill #choices pride 2022 #choices fanfic #ficlet

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shop-cailey · 2 months

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hunting-songs · 3 months

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“ I H E A R Y O U ! ”

Send me “ H E L P ! ” for My Muse ( Ask Reciever ) to find your Muse ( Ask Sender ) in a secluded place, injured and alone. Send me “ I H E A R Y O U ! ” for Your Muse ( Ask Sender) to find My Muse in a secluded place, injured and alone.

But the Thing was there. But the Thing came closer. But the Thing came for Kurapika. The storm had washed over the mansion with waves of rain, thunder and wind that ripped on the old walls like claws, digging inside the broken windows. It had been the wind that ahd made the whole building creak. It had been the wind that had made the wooden floor that had stood alone and rotting for decades give in. It had been the wind that had hidden the Things movements and breathing. But the Thing was there. But the Thing came closer. But the Thing came for Kurapika. Senritsu landed in the buildings cellar and a wave of mud, broken woodbeams and water washed after her. SHe heard her ankle rbeak like shatterd glass, she ehard the storm throug the broken roof, she heard the rain pour down on her, she heard Kurapikas worried voice, and she heard it. She heard the Thing. She heard it sneaking through the corridors. Senritsu had already a few times been at places where the Sonata of Darkness had been played before and whioe the sheets had been already burned, the Sonata had left its mark on those places, corrupting the plants, turning the earth sour, and leaving the animals changed. They did not died, neither the plants in the sour earth, nor the animals that had been ripped appart into strange, aching forms with minds left as rotten as the earth beneath. And, when given enough time to be left alone, some of those plants and animals even survived despite the constant pain and change the Sonata had left them with, some of those plants and animals kept on growing, some of those plants and animals even reproduced to create new species. And one of those Things that had hid in the mansion where the Sonata had been played decades ago, now had noticed that they were there in its territory. But the Thing was there. But the Thing came closer. But the Thing came for Kurapika.

Senritsu screamed when she tried to stand up and her leg gave in under her, sending a hot flash of pain all the way up until her throat. With a grunt she buckled over, but did not even stop as she continued to crawl towards the wall of the cellar. If she would be more focused, she would have used her Aura on her own surpressed, painful scrams to sooth the pain in her leg. If she would be more focused, she would have taken the time to carefully stand up to relieve the strain on he rleg. I she would be more focused, she would have done come up with a plan. But all she did now- all she could do now- was hastily crawling over to the cellars wall and climb up on the stones and mud to have a chance- any chance- to warn Kurapika. "-kurapi-" the wave of cold rainwater and earth washing down on her when the earth slipped gave in to her weight drowned her panicky voice. But the Thing was there. But the Thing came closer. But the Thing came for Kurapika. The woman slipped down all the way back into the cellar, but only clawed her short fingers into the earth until her nails were scratching and breaking on stones as she tried to make her way out of the pit again. "-kurapi-", her voice hurted in her throat every word was another swallowed blade: "Get away! Go-" But the Thing was there. But the Thing came closer. But the Thing came for Kurapika. [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #OH LOOK #angst :D

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vmsplus · 4 months

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How to Fix a Smelly Bathroom Sink? | VMS Trade Link

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The build usually causes a smelly sink in the kitchen or bathroom up of bacteria, fat, food particles, hair, and soap scums that were flushed down the drain. When these things get stuck in the pipes, they prevent water from passing through. Hence, the smell of a rotten egg is created.

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* Caustic soda (Sodium Hydrochloride)

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*Boiling water.

Heat water in the kettle up to almost boiling point and then pour this hot water down the drain. Wait for 5 minutes before pouring down an equal amount of cold water. This process will congeal the remaining grease, clearing the blockage and the smell.

* White vinegar

This is a very easy and simple method of getting rid of the nasty smell and clearing your drain pipes. Pour a cup of white vinegar down the drain and wait for it to work its magic for about 30 minutes. Rinse it with water, and you’re done.

* Plunger

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three poems by rhys feeney (they/them)

is it hot in here or is it just the palaeocene-eocene thermal maximum

u put ur cold feet on me in bed. i have learnt it is the radical redistribution of amab privilege. i have not grown tht much. i steal the blankets in the middle of the night. i just want to warm. i am warming up to this life of chores like permafrost. i am dreaming of peat fields smoldering. my mindsceen plays pictures of the oil fields ablaze during the war i watched on the kitchen telly. i am talking in my sleep all abt the paleocene-eocene thermal maximum. the volcanoes. the methane burbs. the ice caps taking a mental health break. the time when the world was at its warmest. when mammals thrived. no i am not talking abt climate change again. we left the heater on even tho the power company said there was not enough power. we are cuddling while coal is being shoveled in to cover the deficit. we are woven into each other in a way tht bodies are made to. coal is probably not shoveled anymore. i picture huntly like a 19th steam train thrusting towards a terminus. there probably isn’t a big man with a big lever tht says more power. my hands are always cold. urs are always clammy. cold gets to my bones like homesickness. an interesting synonym for dull ache. primates first appeared in the rainforests of the PETM. our alpha state was developed in heat. we spread ourselves like contested yeast-based spreads. we sleep in a hothouse earth. condensation drips like in campfire stories. spores are the apex predator here. we lay intertwined like dna being hit by gamma rays. i am thinking abt buying a big winter coat. to live like a new yorker in the movies. always tucked inside. coming out whack-a-mole style to say i’m walking here. i am sleeping here. please do not disturb. i am radiating with warmth & all its synonyms. the PETM caused mass extinctions in the ocean. acidification turned the sea into soda. which explains why i crave sprite when i wake up. the power bill soaring like all those demoralizing graphs. in my mind 2020 was the sequel to 2016. tht sense of time fading. then finally the double helix unravelling from the solar flares. the cold feet on the bathroom floor. the little click of the heater. the dawn chorus & the boiling kettle.

breakthrough

it will be a cold morning

when the first images from starshot arrive

the sky will be soot dark from the fires

i’ll walk across the basketball courts

the paint worn off from the hard rain

the bell will ring & the kids in their donated shoes

will huddle round the screen

mouths agape / ready to feast on 4 y/o light

we’ll watch an ad before the planet slowly filters back to earth

a grainy picture of a world just like ours

one kid (13) who has never tasted real chocolate will say

why didn’t we just take a picture of our own planet

& in my teacher voice i will give some explanation

which doesn’t say tht 50 years ago we had had enough

we sucked the gas from the tundra

we dredged metals out of the ocean

we skied on sands from deserts that came to

our doorstep like delivery drones

we swiped past water wars on our phones

until we had had enough & burst & burst

burst in rage & punched a flotilla of

mass produced probes w a laser strong enough

to power this country for years

sent iphone parts flying towards prox b

little survey pegs in the void

then the smog siren will sound

& we will put our masks on

the students will turn on their devices

& i will say tht

today we are learning abt communication skills

it will help u get a job (i’ll say)

primordial depression soup

it’s wednesday & i’m making soup. the flat is quiet except for the dehumidifier rattle. a light drizzle brushes the window.

it’s 9:28pm: I just got home. I turn the hob on w/o looking at the dial, then pour in the water / cover / wait

it’s wednesday & I am going through my mental checklist to make sure I am not losing my mind:

am I eating enough

have people started to comment on my energy levels

can I distinguish b/t dreams & real life

can I remember being content

am I binging too much content

do I have anarcho-primitive urges

when the water reaches a boil, I add the tom yum paste / dried shitake / white pepper. let it go for a while, then add frozen dumplings. I step outside into the engulfing cloudcover

it’s 9:36pm: i am just following packet instructions

in the upper-paleolithic, when ppl first learnt to boil food, they warmed river stones on coals. placed them into leaves full of water. added the food & waited

it’s 9:39pm: I am waiting.

the dumplings are starting to share their secret insides. some have broken in the heat. when a stone is heated and cooled repeatedly it starts to glaze + crack. this is how we track the development of boiling in archaeological records. the term for this is crazing. the root-word for crazy

it’s 9:43pm: I am full of cracks

the soup burns my tongue. i eat in front of my email inbox. type up a lesson for tomorrow. think about opening an incognito tab but fall asleep before I can

it’s 7:20am: the soup is half-finished on the desk

condensation drips down the window

rhys feeney (they/them) is a high school teacher in Te Whanganui-a-Tara, Aotearoa. Their debut chapbook, soyboy, was published in AUP New Poets 7 (2020). Their favourite fruit is oranges on summer days.

#poem #poetry

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gojology · 3 years

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Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson. A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure. Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume. Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water. You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts. It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined. He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.” You could still remember how the conversation went. “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.” “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.” You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his. “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~” You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two. What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit. He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!” You sighed, so dramatic. He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?” “I mean, I guess..” Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels. Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out? You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt. Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist. He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you. While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower. You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet. Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other. You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before. The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around. Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently. Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down. Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through. You were never gonna hear the end of this one. A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.” You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry. “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!” “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?” His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together. “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked. Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly. You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower. You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl? Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see. You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair. You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet. Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡. Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway. “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind. “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?” You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?”

“Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

“Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.”

You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap.

Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded.

“Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

“Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass.

“Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

“That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?”

Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.

“As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month.

He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway.

“You forgot to say I love you.”

Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one.

“I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear.

You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling.

Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief.

“Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them.

“Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home.

You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

“Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers.

You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold.

“Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you.

You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed.

He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room.

‧₊˚✩彡.

Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair.

Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?”

You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out.

“Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so.

“What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made.

“Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

“FUCK, SATORU!” With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth. “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair. “Want daddy to fuck you?” Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers. He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes. “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?” You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared. Before he could reply, you blurted out, “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.” He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?” You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot. “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?” “Y-you can’t compare the two-” He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes. “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.” “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.” “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next. You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick. He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.” Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath. Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls. “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.” He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you. You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open. “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek. “W-why not?” “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple. “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?” You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it. You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again. You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from. Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough. The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him. Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath. You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out. In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink. “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.” Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with. You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time. He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub. “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?” On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to. “Okay, daddy.” “Good girl.”

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