#just as i was getting better at hydrating myself... they take away the only thing i had to fill up with water....

[helianskies]

actually very pissed off. just got to my desk and it seems someone has come in to clean. in the process, they have moved things around on my desk including a monitor, my plant and sticky notes, and binned a bottle i had kept on my desk PURPOSEFULLY so i could reuse it, as it was a big bottle that i actually brought ALL THE WAY BACK FROM ITALY with me last year. for 10 weeks i have worked here and never has anyone touched shit on my desk or cleaned in our office. i'm actually upset. i am seriously upset. GIVE ME BACK MY ACQUA PANNA YOU ASSHOLES.

#who the fuck do i crucify for this one huh #my supervisor can sense my disdain he knows im mad in ny corner #and i know it might sound silly over an empty bottle of watee #but i repeat: i brought it back from italy. yesterday was the first time i opened it after buying it at bergamo airport in august #i left it on my desk tucked BEHIND my laptop amongst my paperwork and other goodies i keep on my desk #and someone from estates came in and decided they were going to fucking bin it ?? #im getting mad again #theyre lucky i have another bottle at home #but that is BESIDE the point #my supervisor literally said they shouldn't be touching things on people's desks #TOO RIGHT #IF I WANTED TO BIN IT. I WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN THE BIN I SIT 1 METRE FROM AND PASS ON MY WAY OUT #getting worked up #annoying #so annoying #helia rants #and commits bloody murder #just as i was getting better at hydrating myself... they take away the only thing i had to fill up with water.... #so now i have to wait until lunch...... to get a drink that isnt tea or lemon fanta......... #im still mad btw can you. can you tell.

[prettyoatmeal]

TF141 Taking Care of Sick Reader!

A/N: Guys I'm so sick right now. This cold has hit me like a truck at full speed. I literally slept 13 hrs today?!?!?!?!?!? So lets go guys, sick HC's because I need some comfort.

Masterlist here!

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Price just doesn't care because he rarely ever gets sick. Whenever you catch a cold, he's just unfazed because he knows his body well.

This man will PAMPER you. He'll cook you whatever you're craving, and if you're not hungry, you're getting force fed a few cups of broth just so there's something in you.

He'll run you a bath with the soap you love so much, making sure it's nice and steamy in the way you like it. And while your nose his clearing up from the steam, he's massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and wherever you ask him to. Because he'll be damned if his love has to spend one more second with their body aching.

Taking medicine with him is a chore for both of you. Him because he has to deal with your stubbornness, and you because liquid medicine tastes awful and theres no getting around it. He's just there holding the spoon with the burgundy coloured syrup and you're turning away every time he gets it close to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, I know it tastes awful but it's only here to make you feel better."

Ends up bribing you with taking you out to your favourite restaurant when you're better, but lets face it, he would've taken you anyway.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

And once you've finally taken it, disregarded the disgusted look on your face, he's actively kissing you on your cheeks, your forehead, maybe your lips as well despite how much you try to pull away from them. But you give in of course. He's only looking out for you and you love him too much.

Gaz I think would be a bit of a germaphobe at first.

Illness on the battlefield? Sure, he can deal with that, who cares Sickness at home?? Nope, the antiseptic spray is coming out and getting sprayed onto every surface of your flat.

You're not getting out of bed until you're sure you're fine because he'll be damned if he catches it from you. He's making sure every second of the day that you're fed, you're hydrated, you're comfy.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you cuddle up to him if you promise to not sneeze on him. But when you're finally in his arms, he sees your flushed face, your bleary eyes, the way you cling onto him so tightly even though you're so weak, fading in and out of sleep and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

"Poor baby. I'll take care of you, don't worry."

It happens every single time, it's hilarious. His mind changes every single time. Even if you sneeze on him, you'll get nothing more than a slight scolding as he holds a tissue up to your nose.

Medicine is different with him. Mixes it with your hot tea knowing just how much you hate taking it. If you question why it tastes so weird, he blames it on the temperature distorting the flavour and your messed up taste buds.

And it works, you never question it again.

After that, he'll turn your favourite show on just as background noise and it isn't long until you're falling asleep on top of him.

Ghost is not letting you lift a finger. If you stand up to go get something to eat or drink before he deems you of proper health, he's sweeping you off your feet and laying you back into bed.

"I can do things by- achoo! -by myself."

"No you can't. Stay put, lovie. I'll get your plate for you."

Doesn't want to make it seem like he's babying you.. but he definitely just is.

Simon is normally really good with letting you have your independence, he never wants to make it feel like you don't have a choice. But in times like these where you need to rest, he is having absolutely none of it and there's nothing you can do other that yourself be dragged back to your room.

This man will also chase you around the flat to make sure you take the medicine because you better get through this, and on his watch, you will be.

"Open up, Princess." while you keep turning your head away. Much like John, he definitely needs to bribe you with the shoes you saw on the way home one day or that new restaurant that opened a week ago. And only then you finally take it, gagging at the chemically taste.

After that, you will constantly be swaddled in warmth no matter what. Whether it be him since he's pretty much a radiator himself, a hot bath, or a million blankets and plushies. He just wants you as comfortable as possible for your weakened state.

For baths, it's almost certain he will join you. He'll let you lean back on him as he massages your shoulders, your arms, your thighs and legs. And you're left so dizzy and hazy because he's soothing your aching body so well.

He probably catches it a week after you, once you're already better and then it's your turn to take care of him :3 and you know just how Simon feels about being pampered and looked after.

Soap would be sick with you but stubborn as ever to let you take care of him.

He's just way too touchy and kissy and feely when you're infected, it's awful. Makes fun of you for having a bad immune system even though his is just as bad, if not worse.

"Shut your gob, Bonnie. I won't catch it. it's just a wee cold."

He catches it and it was more than just a 'wee cold'. You're both so weak, bodies throbbing and aching all over but he's still determined to make you his priority.

Going to the bathroom is a hassle because when you go, he'll go. He can't leave his love alone, not in this state! He'll stand outside the door like a cat does, just waiting.. and waiting.. and oh! You've accidentally opened the door on him because he can barely pay attention to whatever's in front of him.

To make up for it, you help ice his forehead.

He'll cook for you, infecting the kitchen with his boy-germs. But it's great because he can just put a few cups of broth up to a simmer and drink it with you on the couch.

Once it's time to take medicine, you both chicken out because it just tastes so gross. But knowing you have to take it, you made a deal to take it at the same time. You're both disgusted but clink your mugs together and use your tea as chasers.

Cheers!

Will sneeze on you more than once by accident. He's gross but we love him.

He definitely tries (keyword is tries) to stay awake long enough for you to make sure you're peacefully sleeping through your sick, but he definitely gets knocked out the moment he cuddles up against you.

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GRAHHHHH I'm so sick I'm going to bed. Cheers guys, goodnight

#call of duty #TF141 x Reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #Soap headcanons #Gaz x Reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price smut #john price x reader #price x reader #mw2 headcanons #TF141 x Reader smut #gaz x reader smut #mw2 smut #soap x reader smut #ghost x reader smut #price x reader smut

[salty-croissants]

your work is really incredible 🥰 if you're not too busy, how about bullfrog and rayman/ramon getting sick and reader taking care of them?

Thank you for the request ! 

This is such an adorable scenario , I love the idea of the reader taking care of the boys , very wholesome stuff :,) ❤️

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ; 

presence of slightly suggestive elements at the end , but other than that no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

Knowing just how much he cares about those around him , I imagine Bullfrog is going to try to ignore the fact that he is sick , doing his best to carry on like usual with his routine and his missions …

But he didn’t consider the fact that you know him better than anyone , so you were quickly able to figure out that he wasn’t feeling at his best . 

< Okay Bullfrog , what’s wrong ? You’ve been looking really tired today … >

< Non non , nothing is wrong , my love … please don’t worry about me , I’m going to be just fine .

It’s … just a little headache . >

< Still , I really think you should get some rest . Come on sweetie . > 

< y/n , wait I - >

He knows that there is nothing he can do to convince you not to take care of him , and honestly he can’t say he’s unhappy .

The first thing you do is making sure he has everything he could need : 

a warm blanket ? Something warm to drink ? You’re on your way to immediately fetch what might help Bullfrog to feel better . 

In the meantime , he just watches you from the bed you’ve made him lay down on , shacking his head in front of your eagerness to help him …

< Mon amour , there is no reason to do all this , it’s not that bad … >

< I know you don’t want anyone to worry about you , but I’ll be honest , this doesn’t look like “a little headache” : you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately , so I want to be there for you the same way you’re always there for me . 

You deserve to be cared about , love … more than you might think . >

Your sincere words just have a way of putting Bullfrog at ease , and if he wasn’t sick I assure you that he would drown you with kisses and affection right now .

If he knows there is something important you need to do , Bullfrog will definitely insist that you go deal with it before spending the rest of the day with him : 

he really doesn’t want to get you in trouble by having you stay by his side for too long …

< But sweetie , what if you suddenly need me when I’m away ? Then I won’t be able to know ! > 

< y/n , mon cher , I assure you that I can take care

of myself .

Besides , if you finish that up beforehand we’ll be able to spend time together more comfortably . > 

< Yeah , but … hmm , I don’t know … > 

< Trust me , I’m going to be just fine , you’ve already done so much for me … 

Now would be a good time to get going , I’ll be waiting for you right here . > 

< *sigh* … alright , but please be careful : you should probably lay down for a while longer , get some sleep if you can … 

Oh - you should also remember to drink some tea or some water to stay hydrated , and - > 

< Hehe … don’t you worry , I will take care of

myself .

Thank you for caring so much about me sweetheart … I’ll be looking forward to spend some more time with you again when you get back ~ > 

After you’re done with everything you had scheduled for the day , the next hours are all going to be spent next to Bullfrog , just the two of you cuddling and enjoying each other’s warmth .

It’s not long before he is completely relaxed , something that happens only when he’s with you , and that’s when he’ll start whispering sweet nothings in your ear : you may not be able to fully understand all of them , but hearing him speak so softly to you is just so sweet … it’s enough to make you forget about all the terrible things going on outside for a little while , only leaving this precious moment of intimacy .

< Did I tell you how much I love you today … ? >

< You did , but … tell me anyway ~ >

< Heh , vous êtes merveilleux , y/n … je t'aime de tout mon coeur , you really do mean everything to me … >

< Easy , honey … just close your eyes , you really need to get some sleep . >

Rayman 🧡

As someone who overworks himself very , very often , it’s not unusual for Rayman to get sick … however , now that he has a loving partner by his side things have changed … for the better : 

no matter what he says , you will get him to stop what he’s doing and take a break , and there is no way to argue about this . 

< Please y/n … I gotta study the script for the next show , it’s important … the Board of Directors said - > 

< Well , I think the Board of Directors would agree that letting you perform while you’re too exhausted to say a single word would be very counterproductive .

You can’t ignore your health like this , Ray … it’s not good for you , at all . > 

< *sigh* … >

< You can get back to the script when you feel a bit better .

Can … you do that for me , love ? > 

< Heh … now how could I say no to that ?

You really put me in a trap , sweetheart ~ > 

Rayman would be very grateful if you stayed with him while he recovers , not only because he loves spending time with you but also because your presence helps him to suppress the urge to get up and continue working despite his sickness …

< Heyy , I see you over there … lay back down ! > 

< Ah damn - I was really close this time … > 

< Not on my watch : I’m your Rest Guardian , and you better believe I won’t let you escape from me , darling ~ >

< Pfft -

I just … I love you so much y/n ~ > 

He loves it when you sit next to him , talking to him about how your day went and telling him all about your interests …

Your voice is like music to his ears , it brings him a feeling of peace and tranquility that he desperately needs given all the stress he has to deal with daily : 

Rayman honestly thinks that he wouldn’t be able to feel better without you … and he doesn’t only refer to his current condition .

If you decide to lay in bed with him and shower him with sweet little kisses ? 

This man will absolutely melt . 

< Don’t worry , I’ll take care of you … I’ll always be here to take care of you … >

< y/n … god , I can’t believe you’re actually real .

You’re amazing … I don’t know what I’d do without you . > 

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so now that the two of you are wanted by pretty much all of Eden’s allies for the murder of the Board of Directors , Ramon has grown to care less and less about his health , too worried about hiding and keeping you safe …

That’s something that you won’t allow tough , so whenever he gets sick you take care of him just like you did before : without giving him any chance to argue about it .

< Why are you making such a big deal out of this ?

I told you already , I’m fine . > 

< You … aren’t , tough . > 

< Yeah ? And how do you know that ? >

< Because I’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re sick … and also when you’re not telling the truth about it . 

Please , Ram , let me be there for you … I don’t want you to neglect yourself like this … > 

< … heh … put me in a trap again , I see . >

Ramon is grateful for your kindness and love , and even though he doesn’t always makes things easy he really wants you to be there with him … 

He … doesn’t really have anyone else . 

Ramon definitely takes way longer to become less tensed , constantly worried about someone sneaking up on you two out of nowhere , and since he really does need some rest to recover one thing you do that always helps him calm down is holding him in your arms and gently caress his hair : 

it works surprisingly well , and after a few minutes he already looks more at ease .

He needs to feel you next to him to make sure you’re okay and nothing bad happened to you , so trust me when I say that after he gets a hold of you Ramon isn’t going to let you go that easily …

< Sweetie , come on , I just need to go and get some more water for you … > 

< Mmh … 5 more minutes . >

< But you said that 5 minutes ago … > 

< You’re right … 10 minutes then ~ >

< Come onnn ~ >

Ramon still loves it when you kiss him while he’s in bed with you , just like you did in the past when he was still hosting his show , and sometimes he might even surprise you with passionate displays of affection out of nowhere .

< Hey now , you … mm … said you were going to sleep soon … > 

< Yeah yeah , I’ll sleep love , don’t worry …

I just wanted to repay you for everything you’ve done for me today … I think you deserve something nice , don’t you ? ~ > 

< Heh , alright … just a few more minutes then … > 

< Couldn’t ask for more … ~ >

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

[i4bellingham]

LOVE MADE OF GLASS: jude bellingham x reader (angst)

CONTENT: cheating, jude is a dickhead on this one, explicit language (mostly coming from the reader), you deserve better here tbh :’( mentions of grinding and kissing, no jude redemption era on this one !

NOTES: i’ve had a handful of people sending me requests while i explicitly stated in my description and nav that requests are still closed prior to this :(( please make reading a habit, that's it. i hope you still have a good day/night tho! stay hydrated and safe as always everyone <33

You knew of the baggage that came with dating an athleteㅡ a famous and loved one at that.

You were aware of the heavy media presence in the relationship; thousands of eyes following your every move, every post and every word that comes out of your mouth. You were aware of the criticism and harsh remarks you received along the way because out of everyone else, Jude decided to settle down with a normal, commoner girl like you.

You used to be bothered by it, always ending your days with tears overflowing from your eyes as you try your hardest to ignore the comments and not let it get to you. And for a while, you just learned to cope up with it. Until their words that was typed and uttered with venom no longer pierced through your self-esteem and consciousness as you grow mentally numb to their critiques.

It was a difficult situation to be in, but you never once let it be the reason to end the relationship you had with Jude. You loved him, and for you that was enough of a reason to hold on despite the mentally-draining position you have as a constant presence in your boyfriend's life.

But that tight grip you have in the relationship was snapped easily by a simple, gracious mistake Jude made.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

You scoff. “Is that not a bit overused for situations like this-?”

“Love just listen to me please, it wasn't like tha-”

You turn around, pausing from shoving your clothes inside your luggage as you point a finger at his chest, voice entailed with anger, exhaustion and sadness as you spoke. “That what? That it didn't look like you let some random girl in the club grind on you? Is that it? Or was it that it didn't look like you had a different whore on your lap on the booth who you let kiss you? Take your pick because there's a fucking plenty of videos circulating the internet to prove that it wasn't what it looks like.”

Jude grows silent, solemnly casting his eyes anywhere but you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for my fucking self too.” You reply before hastily packing your remaining items, speed walking around the room to take your stuff and shoving them haphazardly inside the luggage.

Jude simply stood beside the door, hopelessly watching silently as you packed away, knowing all too well that he can't do anything to keep you from leaving.

He finds his voice when you're rushing to get out of the door, two luggages on tow.

“I really am sorry...”

His apologies will never be enough, you both know that, and you remind him of how this downfall in your relationship weigh on you more than it ever will to him.

Just as before you reach the door, you turn around, grip on your suitcase tight as you try to keep your voice from quivering.

“I gave up a lot for you... I tolerated so many fucking things just to be with you, and I fucking regret that now.” You tell him, watching as his face fell and you continue to jab him with your words deep. “I fucking love you, and I really, really feel so sorry for myself for thinking that I was gonna be enough for you because obviously that's not the case here. Let’s hope we never cross paths again. Good bye Jude.”

His eyes never left your figure as you slam the front door shut, eyes fixated on the spot where his eyes saw you last. And Jude only grasps the situation he placed himself in as the silence of the house prevailed even after an hour you left, slowly drowning in the realization that he's wasted four years with you in a single mistake he shouldn't have done in a single night.

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham one shots #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham

[bbobpul]

lost, but not in you — jjh

PAIRING. jaehyun x reader SUMMARY. taking a drive around anaheim with jaehyun, and reader reminisce about the hardest part of their relationship GENRE. fluff, angst W/C. 1.5k NOTE. i love niki and jaehyun so much that i had to write a story inspired by her song and make it about him. also #1to7YearsWith127 (/° 0°)/→ my other works

jaehyun embodies the epitome of patience and love, serving as a living testament to compassion and understanding. he is not merely a companion, but rather my unwavering guide—a beacon of light that pierces through the darkest moments—and my ultimate confidant on speed dial.

i consider myself incredibly fortunate to have jaehyun by my side as i navigate the ups and downs of life. amidst the whirlwind of my extracurricular commitments, he selflessly takes on the burden of completing my other works, freeing me from overwhelming pressures. during times of sorrow, he refrains from hastily wiping away my tears, understanding the importance of letting me embrace my vulnerability without feeling the need to immediately regain composure, he willingly immerses himself in the joy of simple moments, meticulously stringing up christmas lights alongside me, and ensuring i stay hydrated by buying water after every physical education class when we were younger.

every seemingly mundane act he performs holds profound meaning—a testament to his unwavering devotion. jaehyun's constant presence throughout my journey of growth and discovery has transformed him into an inseparable part of my life, a constant reminder of the incredible person he is.

"hey, is everything alright?" he asks, a concerned look on his face. "you've been pretty quiet lately."

"just lost in my thoughts," i reply, my voice tinged with a hint of introspection.

"what's been on your mind?" he probes, genuine curiosity shining through.

"just a bunch of things, you know?" i answer, my tone suggesting a mix of contemplation and uncertainty.

"you sure you're alright?" he persists, his caring nature evident. "how about we go for a drive? just cruising around anaheim."

there's jaehyun, always somehow attuned to the inner workings of my mind, sensing my emotions without me even saying a word. he knows me better than anyone else, and that's what makes him so special.

i smile faintly at his concern, appreciating his ability to sense when something's bothering me. taking a drive with him around anaheim sounds like a comforting idea, a chance to clear my mind and perhaps find solace in his company.

"yeah, a drive sounds nice," i reply, my voice reflecting a mix of gratitude and longing. "let's go."

jaehyun's touch is gentle yet firm as he takes hold of my wrist, encouraging me to rise from my seat. we make our way up to the parking lot, where the bustling atmosphere threatens to engulf us. there, he holds me with such tenderness, as if afraid that i would slip away amidst the sea of people. his grip provides a comforting anchor, a silent reassurance that i am not alone in navigating the overwhelming world around us.

as we cruise along the road, jaehyun's animated voice fills the air, carrying his excitement for a future event that is still months away.

he enthusiastically discusses his plans of getting a real tree for this year's christmas—a small yet significant detail that warms my heart.

it is in these seemingly ordinary moments that i find solace, realizing that he not only cherishes our present connection but also envisions a future together. his words paint a picture of shared joy and anticipation, and it brings genuine happiness to my soul, knowing that he sees me as an integral part of his life.

"i mean, we could always stick with the old one," i suggest, a hint of hesitation in my voice.

jaehyun turns to me, a playful glint in his eyes. "but babe, we've had that tree for two whole years now. i think it's about time we switch things up and embrace a little change," he replies, his tone filled with gentle persuasion.

"yeah, you're right," i concede, acknowledging the practicality of considering our options with ample time. "we still have a lot of time to think about it."

jaehyun's response, however, carries a deeper sentiment. his words resonate with unwavering conviction, emphasizing his desire to make each passing winter season truly memorable. "whether it's months away or tomorrow, i want this year to be special," he declares, his voice brimming with a sense of unwavering commitment.

"i've loved you through three winters now, honey, and i want to spend all of my winters with you." his assurance flows effortlessly, as if he instinctively knows what my heart needs, even when i haven't explicitly voiced my concerns. his love for me radiates through his words, reassuring me that our connection is steadfast and enduring.

love endures. it's true, our journey hasn't always been smooth sailing. we've faced our fair share of challenges and obstacles along the way, but it's through those trials that our bond has grown stronger.

we've weathered storms, navigated through rough patches, and faced difficult moments that tested our commitment. yet, through it all, we've found the strength to endure, to hold on to the love we share. each hurdle has become an opportunity for growth and learning, as we've discovered the depths of our resilience and the power of our connection.

flashback, 4 years ago

ah, the stubbornness of our youth. i can relate. we've had our fair share of pushing people away and then desperately pulling them back into our lives, trapped in a toxic and exhausting cycle. life hasn't been particularly kind to me lately, but somehow, amidst the chaos, jaehyun remains steadfast by my side.

i often find myself wondering how he possesses such immense patience and endurance to withstand my unpredictable moods and behaviors. it's as if he possesses this innate ability to untangle the tangled threads in my mind with ease and tenderness.

"because i love you," he utters those words, calmly and unwaveringly, even when i snap at him. this period of my life has been anything but easy, yet he has remained a constant presence, a pillar of support.

it's not the first time he has spoken those words to me, offering his unwavering love and understanding. in response to his gentle declaration, all i can muster is a heartfelt apology.

"i'm sorry, jaehyun," i say, my voice laced with sincerity.

and like countless times before, his answer echoes with unwavering consistency, "i know."

the words he speaks are filled with immense consideration and love, as he delicately asks, "do you need space, baby? i understand that you're feeling lost right now."

overwhelmed by emotions, i can't find the words to respond. but he continues, his voice a gentle whisper, "i know you're tired, and truth be told, i am too. i don't want to pressure you into defining our relationship with labels. none of that matters to me. what truly matters is you. i just want you to know that if there ever comes a time when you can't promise me tomorrow, i will. and if there ever comes a time when you feel unable to promise me anything at all, i will still be here. i will patiently wait until you feel worthy of love, until you feel capable of loving. i will search for you in every corner of this world, but only when you're ready to be found. i will strive to give you everything, to make you feel cherished. so, please, my love."

his heartfeltwords wash over me, leaving me in awe of his unwavering devotion and understanding.

it's undeniable that i struggle with feeling incapable of loving and unworthy of his affection. it's a persistent sentiment that lingers within me, no matter how much time i've spent growing up with him, nearly my entire life intertwined with his. despite our shared history, i can't shake the sensation that i'll never truly grasp the familiarity of this path we're on.

"just be honest with me, y/n," he pleads, his voice filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

"i'm so sorry, jaehyun," i whisper, a hint of sadness tingling my words. "baby, i would give anything to stop time and wholeheartedly commit to you. i want to share all of my tomorrows with you. i am lost, but not in you, not because of you. i don't need space, jaehyun. in fact, i want you right here, by my side. i want you here, just here, with me."

in that moment, i bare my soul, expressing my deepest desires and vulnerabilities. despite my own internal struggles, i recognize the immense value and significance of having him by my side. his presence brings comfort and stability in a world that often seems overwhelming. i long for him to understand that, although i may be grappling with my own sense of direction, his love is a guiding light, a source of strength that anchors me in the present.

——— ♡

those moments of hardship have shaped us, teaching us valuable lessons about patience, understanding, and forgiveness. we have learned to communicate better, to support each other, and to find solace in knowing that we are in this together.

our journey hasn't always been easy, but it's precisely because of those challenges that our love stands firm today. we know the depth of our commitment, and we appreciate the beauty of the endurance we've built together. it's a testament to our shared strength and the unwavering love that binds us, transcending any obstacles that may come our way.

#jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun angst #yo0nzino #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x y/n #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun au #nct x reader #nct angst #nct fluff #nct imagines #Spotify

[fickleminder]

hardly a happy day

Set in NB. Satan learns the real reason why you turned down his invitation to the hot springs on his birthday.

A late piece for Satan's birthday inspired by the Hot Spring Survey chat in NB that came in on the same day. Since Solmare doesn't give us birthday events anymore, I felt compelled to write something based on it.

Lucifer's tone held no room for argument. "Absolutely not. I forbid it."

Satan paused outside the library's doors, curious about which of his brothers had gotten into trouble this time. To his surprise, it was their attendant who was on the receiving end of Lucifer's lecture.

"What if I kept myself hydrated and stayed away from the water?" He heard you bargain. "I'll try to convince Satan not to spend too much time—"

"I've been to those mountains before. A human wouldn't even survive the climb without being roasted alive." Lucifer interrupted you gently, and Satan's heart dropped into his stomach. "I know you feel bad turning Satan down so abruptly, but there are other ways you can make today special for him."

Satan hadn't known he was inviting you to a death trap. In hindsight, you were right to take back your enthusiasm when you found out where exactly he was going, but he'd been so caught up in wanting to experience something new with you that he'd reacted badly when you suddenly changed your mind.

Humans really were different from demons, weren't they.

"Why don't you cook a special dinner for when Satan gets home?" Lucifer suggested. "I'll accompany you to the market to get everything you need."

"...Yeah, you're right. That's probably a better idea," you admitted with a sigh. "Maybe I'll make that dish he likes, the one with the—"

Satan left quickly before he spoiled his own birthday surprise, feeling somewhat conflicted. On one hand, while you ultimately deferred to Lucifer's more reasonable proposal, he was touched that you actually considered risking your own well-being to indulge his sense of adventure. You truly were devoted to him, and he only wished he could show you just how much you meant to him too.

On the other hand, how could he have been so foolish, endangering your life on a whim? He couldn't fault your self-preservation instincts for kicking in, and all this proved was how little he understood about humans and their physiology. If he'd kept his destination a secret and dragged you along with him, if you hadn't known anything about the hot springs and followed him blindly...

No, Satan didn't even want to entertain that thought. He'd been on his way to his room to pack for his impromptu outing, but now he didn't quite feel up to it anymore. At the very least, he would still leave the house to give you some privacy while you prepared for his return, although this incident only reinforced the fact that unfortunate things happened on the anniversary of his birth.

It was hardly a happy day; why you insisted on celebrating it was beyond him.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me lucifer

[blushcoloreddreams]

How to do your laundry 101

Taking care of your laundry is one of those mundane tasks you’ll need to deal with for the rest of your life so might as well learn to do it well and enjoy it. So this is my routine and top tips I gathered since living alone

Sort throughout the week (everyday). Every day I separate my dirty clothes on my hamper into darks and lights on another other side. Before taking them to laundry machine I always check my rewear drawer for any dirty clothes. I usually run 1- 2 cycles in the days I do it, totaling around 4 a week since the apartment building I currently live in has a shared laundry room and I can’t got the machines all for myself but if you have your own, feel free to do it all in one go. First cycle is for every day light or white everyday clothing, second to everyday dark or colored clothes. Cycle 3 for towels and bedding which I’ll run with a normal cycle with hot water to ensure they get a deep hygienic cleaning from body oills, lotions and any lingering bacteria. Cycle 4 is for cleaning cloths / bath mats that. And maybe an extra “cycle”, more often than not, done by hand for any delicate pieces, special fabrics or depending on the dirtiness level, that should be washed on a delicate mode. This regime is more intuitively than definitive, sometimes I’ll merge darks and lights together on a cold cycle specially if they are not heavily dirty. Separations is done to prevent colored clothing to bleeding to lighter clothing but this is mostly a concern for any new clothes with deep coloring like indigo, died denim and reds so be sure to wash them separately on the first few times.

Set a time for that. I usually do it Tuesday nights and Thursday morning but you might need to do it more often if you got a bigger family, the important thing is to turn it into a routine and not a dreadful task

Dress comfortably cute - I like to put my hair up in a claw clip to get it out of my face when cleaning and so it doesn’t touch anything It shouldn’t. Dressing up a bit always help you romanize what you are doing and feel better about yourself. (Also I’d hate to meet a neighbor in pajamas haha)

Learn how to treat stains - for blood hydrogen peroxide, apply it directly to the stain, spray some water to keep it hydrated and let it there for 10-15 min and throw it in the laundry preferably on cold water. For oil stains I use baking soda and dish detergent, splotch out any excess oil then sprinkle some baking soda to absorb the oil, I’ll let it sit overnight and the next morning I’ll scrub with dish detergent to help breakdown the oils and I’ll put it into laundry in a hot cycle. For all common stains like ketchup, almond butter coffee berries, vinegar and ink first gently take any excess with a paper towel. For any grease food stains I’ll also add a bit of dish deteargent. If the stain is fresh you only need to treat it with oxygen bleach and water and wait for about 15 min but honestly I often only take care of then on the end of the day or the week and that’s why I rely on the soak method a lot specially for these tough stains.I’ll fill a bin or clean sink with hot water and oxygen bleach and let it soak every night, after it just rinse and add it to the wash cycle and if the stain remains don’t put it into the dryer or it can permanently set the stain.

Read the clothing tag whenever you get new clothes to get familiar with the fabric. I usually check it with a care label guide I found on Pinterest.

Choose the right detergent for you. I prefer powder since it’s more concentrated and work as well as liquid ones. And usually I just add a bit of fabric softer since I’m not allergic

Less is more, you don’t need to use the whole pack to clean it better. Excess laundry detergent can not fully dissolve and form excess studs which won’t get rinsed away properly, and makes it harder for the clothes to create the traction needed to wash the dirt off. 2 table spoons per full load is what seems to work for me.

Flip the clothes inside out. The inside of your garment is usually the dirtiest since it comes in contact with your skin and sweat and it also protect the ink from graphic tees. Also flip the pockets inside out to check any items that shouldn’t go in the wash

Use a mesh bag for delicates like bras and lace garments to protect them pilling or tangling with other items in the load

Choose the right settings for the washing. There are usually 3 settings, cottons, delicates and permanent press. Delicates is the most gentle, cotton the most intense. 99% of the time I choose cottons on a normal cycle unless I’m washing delicates that are machine washable. I prefer cold water to prevent shrinking and color fading

Tidy and clean between cycles. The avarage washing cycle is 15 min to an hour while the drying is 30 min -45 min so while you are already in the spirit you can use this time to tidy up around the home.

Don’t forget about the wet laundry so it doesn’t smell weird. If it does add a sprinkle of baking soda and run the cycle again on the hottest Setting

Remove lint from the lint trap in the dryer to avoid if from getting back from the clothes.

Air dry delicates. I use a rack and I lay the garments as flat as I can to prevent the fibers from stretching. I use it for any athletic wear, delicates max rayons or things the label recommends to do so

Tune in while folding the clothes. Sometimes I like to listen to a podcast, audiobook or YouTube video to make it more fun and keep me engaged

#personal #home & lifestyle #home making #femininity #personal development #laundry #cleaning #organization #homemaking

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

Nursed

Summary: When Izzy gets sick, Stede insists he takes some time off. He also insists that you are put in charge of the first mate's care.

Word Count: 3477

Izzy knew that the best thing to do when a member of the crew got sick was to quarantine them, at least to some extent. Ships were prime spaces for viruses to spread and if the whole crew got sick that would be good for nobody. 

That rule hasn’t applied much to Izzy since he became First Mate, though. He was always needed for one thing or another, he couldn’t just take time off because he had the sniffles or a sore throat. He had to just work through it unless it got bad enough to have him unable to move from his cot, that wasn’t very common though.

Why Bonnet had insisted on following this one rule of ship and crew maintenance was beyond him, probably just to irritate Izzy even more than he already does. Izzy had let a few coughs and sneezes slip while he was up on deck, no big deal, but Bonnet had taken notice. Roach had agreed that Izzy was coming down with something, and Bonnet had insisted that Izzy retire to his cabin to sleep it off, to take as much time as he needed until he was feeling better. Of course, Izzy had thought it, but Edward had only backed up his co-captain on the matter.

So, Izzy had stomped down to his cabin while hurling verbal abuse at anyone who he passed just to make himself feel a little bit better. He supposed that if he was going to be trapped in his cabin until he could pass as being perfectly well, he might as well actually try to sleep some of this sickness off.

His short nap was cut even shorter by the sound of somebody knocking at his door. Surely Bonnet had told the whole crew that Izzy was in bed with some terrible illness by now, so maybe if he just stayed quiet the person outside would just go away.

Instead, the door opened. Izzy groaned as he sat up, finding that his head was actually aching a little more now rather than feeling any better. He glared at you, only snarling a little, as you entered his cabin.

“I guess I woke you…” you observed, at least looking a little guilty about it. “Didn’t think you’d actually go to sleep. Thought you’d just pace around until you passed out or something,” you didn’t look at him as you moved further into the room, placing a tray down on his desk.

“Anyway, got some…bad news,” you turned to him, a not so sorry smile on your face.

“If I’m dying, that would actually be a relief,” Izzy huffed. Even when he was sent to his cabin to wallow in his sickness, he couldn’t get a break from this damned crew.

“Ah, nobody’s that lucky, I’m afraid,” you joked, but it actually came out more light than malicious. “Stede has assigned me to nurse you back to health,” you finally informed him.

Izzy blinked at you like you had just spoken some other language he wasn’t familiar with. “What?”

“Best to only have one person coming to see you, reduce the risk of contamination and all that. Since I help Roach with the medical stuff around here, Stede thought it would be for the best,” you explained.

“Fucking hell,” Izzy sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. His head was aching more now.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” you laughed to yourself before stepping to the side, gesturing to the tray on his desk. “Got you a pitcher of water, you really need to keep hydrated, and some broth. Won’t be too heavy on your stomach.”

At least you didn’t bring up the whole ‘Izzy the Spewer’ thing, even if Izzy could tell what you were getting at with the stomach comment. To his surprise, you actually sounded sincere and concerned rather than mocking.

“When did you start feeling sick?” you asked, almost clinically. A little like Roach would ask ‘does that hurt’ when he was poking at a bleeding wound.

“I can take care of myself. Done it plenty of times before.” Izzy wasn’t even sure why he was fighting it, stupid shit seemed to be inevitable on this ship.

“Oh, I’m sure. I bet you worked through it all like the stubborn little creature you are, right?” you rolled your eyes, your tone flat.

“Didn’t have much of a choice,” Izzy muttered.

“Well, you still don’t, now you have to let yourself accept help and be taken care of,” you tutted before repeating your question. “So, when did you start feeling sick?”

“...felt it coming on yesterday.”

“You’re at the beginning of it then. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. Probably just the common cold, nothing to worry about, sure you’ve dealt with worse,” you shrugged slightly. “Drink. Eat. Drink some more. Then get some sleep. Let your body rest and heal,” you advised, “I’ll be back later to check on you, get you some more food and water.”

“Don’t feel obligated,” Izzy grumbled as you headed to the door, unsure if he even wanted you to hear him.

“I’ll see you later. Or not…if you’re asleep, I won’t wake you,” you told him, leaving no room for debate.

And just like that, you were gone.

Despite being frustrated with Bonnet's stupid orders and even more frustrated that you would be popping in and out, Izzy dropped down in the seat at his desk. He ate the broth and drank some water before dragging himself back into bed, suddenly feeling incredibly tired.

Just as you said you would, you dropped by his cabin later on to check on him. To your surprise, he was actually sleeping. Even more surprisingly, he actually looked somewhat peaceful, not as grumpy as he usually is. 

Maybe it was silly, but you couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight.

You placed the fresh pitcher of water and some leftover biscuits, in case he got hungry, down on his desk.

Silently, you stepped over to Izzy’s cot and carefully fixed the blanket over his frame. He must have kicked it off of himself a little in his sleep. Izzy hummed and nuzzled into his pillow, you bit back a small laugh. Wasn’t that just adorable? You dug a cloth out of your pocket and wiped away the slight sheen of sweat over his brow before returning to his desk.

With your job done, you gathered up the dirty dishes and left the cabin. You walked into the galley, dropping the dishes down by the sink.

“How’s the patient?” Roach asked. He had been very vocal about how pleased he was that Stede had assigned you to watch over Izzy and not him.

“Sleeping,” you told him, “think he’s getting a fever.” 

“Better you than me, I’d probably just tie him down to the bed and force feed him until he’s better,” Roach mused. He was a surprisingly talented medic but not always the most patient one. If his patient didn’t want help, they wouldn’t be getting it.

“Kinky,” you wiggled your brows at him before turning back to the dishes. “Let’s just hope the fever makes him easier to handle.”

You checked in on Izzy again before you headed to bed. He was sleeping again but there was less water and fewer biscuits than what you had left earlier, so you took that as a win. You would stop by before breakfast, make sure he wasn’t going without anything.

-

The next morning you checked in on Izzy, expecting to find him still in bed, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his cot. His clothes sat beside him, pants in hand. It looked like he had started to get dressed but had to sit down before really even starting.

He looked frustrated with himself but he clearly wasn’t well, his face pale and his shoulders slumped.

“Are you seriously trying to get up?” you asked with a huff, like you just couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You absolutely could believe that Izzy Hands was trying to get back to work when he was hitting the worst of his illness. 

“I’m fine,” Izzy insisted, cringing at how rough his own voice sounded.

“That’s a blatant fucking lie,” you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, back in bed,” you were in front of him in an instant, pulling the leather pants out of his hands. You folded his clothes neatly and placed them on top of the chest at the bottom of his bed.

Izzy just watched as you moved around his cabin, vaguely pleased that you had neatly handled his clothes, as ridiculous as that may be. Then you were returning to him, a hand on his shoulder as you got him to lay down and pulled his blanket over him. He protested and weakly thought but before he knew it, he was back in his bed.

“Too warm,” Izzy complained, trying to push the blanket off of him again.

“It’s your fever. Don’t kick it off, okay?” your voice was surprisingly soothing as you spoke, like you really wanted him to understand and not just do as you said because you said it. “I’ll get some stuff for you in a minute,” you assured, tucking the blanket back into place.

“Are you up for eating?” you asked, stepping back. Izzy just shrugged, feeling completely out of his element. “I’ll get you something small,” you decided with a small nod. “Want some medication?”

“No,” Izzy answered. You just nodded, not pushing him on the matter.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you promised before gathering up the dirty dishes and dipping out of the cabin.

When you returned again a few minutes later, it was with another tray of items.

Izzy grumpily sat up and let you give him what you brought for him. You got him to drink a full cup of water and then helped him eat a few spoonfuls of soup. He blushed the whole time at the fussing and protesting that he could manage himself, but you just shushed him and did your job.

Izzy drank some more and lay down properly again. You placed a cool damp cloth over his forehead, making him comfortable before telling him to get some sleep. He surprised himself by actually falling asleep, unable to fight his heavy eyelids.

This time, as he slept, you stayed. Sitting by his bedside so you could keep replacing the cloth and keep his temperature down.

You had to pop out of the cabin every now and again throughout the day to tend to other things but you would always return to care for Izzy, even if he fought you every step of the way.

-

On the third day, Izzy’s fever seemed to reach its peak. Which you hoped meant it would start getting better soon.

He ate very little that day but you managed to force him to drink whenever he woke up. When you had been asked to nurse Izzy a little, you had completely planned on giving him plenty of space and time alone since he seemed to enjoy it so much, but that day you barely left his side.

While he slept, you were sitting beside him, rinsing and replacing the cloth on his forehead to help keep him cool.

Your silent routine was interrupted by a quiet whine. You paused, frowning down at the sleeping first mate. He whined again, his brow pinching slightly.

“Shush, just gotta get through the worst of it,” you attempted to soothe him, even if he couldn’t hear you.

Izzy’s face scrunched up as he began to writhe on his cot, like he was having a nightmare of some sort. It was probably a symptom of his fever, or at least worsened by it.

“You’re alright, Iz. Just a bad dream, I’ve got you,” you continued to talk sweet nonsense until he calmed. He hummed slightly when you ran your fingers through his dirty hair, so you continued, happy that it was soothing him.

You smiled as he settled. “There we go, just sleep it off,” you whispered. Izzy let out a small sigh, slipping back into a dreamless sleep.

With a sigh, you stood and began tidying up again. You couldn’t sit around watching Izzy sleep all day, especially when he would most likely be perfectly fine, but you found yourself not really wanting to leave him.

-

The fourth day came around after you managed to pull yourself away from his side to get some sleep. Of course, the first thing you did was grab some food from the galley and went to see Izzy. He was laying on his cot, awake but not looking happy in the slightest. At least he wasn’t trying to get back to work this time.

“Still feeling shitty, huh?” you asked.

“You tell me,” Izzy muttered.

For some reason you felt fond about his grouchiness. “Alright, I brought some brekkie. Hungry?”

Izzy eyed the bowl in your hands. “...could eat…”

You insisted on spoon feeding him even when he fought it. He eventually allowed it, grumbling with each bite he took. The broth was good though, soothing his throat, clearing his sinuses, and warming his belly.

“Ate more than yesterday, that’s good,” you acknowledged.

As you placed the bowl down, Izzy actually asked for something. “Water?”

“Look at that, asking for things, accepting help. You’re growing, doing so well.” You were teasing, of course you were teasing, just joking around. Still, he couldn’t help the way he flushed at the praise. What the fuck? He only asked for some water.

You poured him a cup of water and handed it over without another comment. “If you finish the full cup and I’ll leave you alone until lunch,” you promised.

“If that’s all it takes,” Izzy huffed, bringing the cup up to his mouth.

“Ah, you like me. You haven’t even threatened to stab me once,” you teased.

Izzy distracted himself by finishing the drink, letting you take the cup back once it was empty. He really didn’t need all this doting, and surely he could fight it a little more…

“And we say…” you prompted.

“Fuck off.”

“Come on, Izzy. Say it and I’ll bring an extra treat with lunch.”

“Fucking-” Izzy sighed, knowing you wouldn’t drop this. You had probably earnt it at this point anyway. “Thank you.”

“See, not so difficult,” you smiled, seemingly pleased with him, before pressing a kiss to his temple.

Izzy froze but you didn’t pay it any mind, you just went about tidying up like you always do and headed for the door. “Get some rest. Feel better soon, Iz,” you left him with another sincere smile.

-

You returned to Izzy’s cabin later on that day. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Can I fucking move now?” Izzy glared at you. He was probably going a little crazy locked up in his cabin for the last few days, and you couldn’t really blame him.

“Nope, not until you’re back in perfect health. Captain’s rules,” you at least looked a little apologetic, “maybe tomorrow, though.”

“Got you some broth,” of course, you had your tray with you, “Roach is making stew for dinner today, think you’re up for that?” 

Izzy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Just some fucking stew.” 

“Izzy, work with me here. Don’t want to give you anything that upsets your stomach,” you sighed, something about it a little pleading.

You were right, he supposed. You only wanted to help, even if Bonnet had fucking ordered you to. “...yeah…stew will be fine,” he gave in.

“Good,” you smiled, bright and genuine again.

You let him feed himself this time, since this time you sat and ate with him. Letting him have half of your orange.

“Since you’re feeling better and not sleeping through the whole day, do you want me to bring you anything for entertainment?” you asked but Izzy just raised an eyebrow at you. “I dunno, like a book or something?” you weren’t even sure if he could read, you had seen him working on the logs but that was a little different.

“I could get Frenchie to sit outside your door and play some songs,” you suggested.

“A book is fine,” Izzy answered quickly before begrudgingly adding, “nothing boring.”

“It will be the most exhilarating book you’ve ever read,” you winked playfully.

-

Since lunch had gone so well, at least in your opinion, you had decided to eat your dinner with Izzy as well. Plus, he was more cognizant than he was yesterday and you thought the company would be good for him even if he didn’t much care for it.

“Aren’t you worried about getting sick? I mean, you don’t have to eat with me,” Izzy eventually questioned after eating in silence.

“Don’t want you to be all isolated and lonely in here. I’ll take the risk,” you shrugged, sounding honest enough. “You’ll just have to nurse me back to health like I have so kindly done for you,” you teased.

“In your fucking dreams,” Izzy scoffed. He was a first mate, not a nurse.

“I bet you’d be the most effective nurse ever, very practical. Terrible bedside manner, though,” you thought out loud, hearing Izzy’s quiet snort of amusement. “Bet you’d just tell the illness to fuck off and it would.”

“Huh, haven’t tried that yet,” he muttered.

“Wouldn’t work on yourself. Bet your illnesses are just stubborn as you are,” you hummed thoughtfully.

At that, Izzy smiled a little to himself. He had to admit that this is kinda…nice.

“Think you’ll be back up on deck soon?” you asked.

“Could have been up there today but you’d snitch to Bonnet,” Izzy shot a halfhearted glare your way. 

“Damn right I would. You need to get fully better or you’re just going to make it worse again,” you chastised. “But maybe the next couple of days, maybe even tomorrow.”

“Thank fuck,” Izzy seemed genuinely relieved. You’ve never met somebody so reluctant to take a break, especially when they obviously needed one.

“That means you need to be caught up on what’s going on up there,” your eyes brightened at the realisation.

“Bet it’s not piracy,” Izzy scoffed.

“I’d say you won that bet, but I have no coin to give you,” you rolled your eyes fondly. “Anyway, here’s everything that has happened since you got sentenced to your cabin…”

You went on to tell him about all of the inane things the crew had gotten up too over the last few days, even going into depth about the most mundane things.

Izzy truly didn’t care about the stupid conversations the crew was having over dinner in the galley, but he found himself listening anyway. Admittedly, he lost the actual words every now and again when he really lost interest in the story, but he still found your voice soothing. Even if he couldn’t recall everything you said, a part of him didn’t want you to stop. He could just finish his stew to the soothing sound of your company.

-

On the fifth day, you might have even said that Izzy seemed excited to see you. As soon as you stepped into the cabin, Izzy perked up. “Thank fuck you’re here.”

“Wow, you’re happy to see me…did you fall out of bed and hit your head?” you squinted in suspicion. 

“No,” Izzy huffed. “No, I’m feeling better. I can be…discharged or whatever the fuck,” he insisted.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you tutted.

“Which is why I’m glad you’ve shown up already,” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m right on time!” 

“Just get on with it!”

“Careful or I’m going to tell Stede you need a few more days bedrest,” you warned sternly, earning a small grumble from Izzy.

You gave him a quick check over, making sure his temperature was back to normal, that the colour had returned to his face. Asked how his throat felt, how tired he was, even though you knew he would most likely lie about anything he could. You had to admit, he did seem a lot better.

“Alright, first mate Hands, I think you’re good to get back to work,” you announced/ “But take it easy. First sniffle or clearing of your throat, as I’m dragging you back down here,” you warned.

“Fine. Now fuck off,” Izzy huffed, waving his hand to dismiss you.

“...I still brought breakfast…might as well eat before heading up,” you reasoned, gesturing towards the tray on his desk. Two servings of porridge that Roach had prepared for the crew this morning. 

“Yeah. Fine, alright,” Izzy accepted the breakfast, not complaining when you sat with him to eat together. “...thanks,” he whispered, his gratitude unprompted and sincere this time, making you smile as you ate another spoonful.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death izzy #ofmd x reader

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.38 Yuppies

Dad had only just celebrated his elder birthday, and was still relatively young and virile, but I remained cautiously aware of his situation changing daily. He complained about his back more and ran less. But even if his age weren't a factor, his interest in athletic pursuits was not nearly as high as mine. Still, I didn't want him to miss an opportunity and asked if he felt like jogging around the Aboretum in Gilbert Gardens. Inviting him on my excursions was weird sometimes because I didn't want to make him feel obligated, and this adventure would be a long one. I probably should have worded the question better, though, because he gave me the deepest of side eye.

"Let me get dressed," he said.

That was the exact situation he didn't want back when we were talking about me living with him. He didn't want a babysitter, and I didn't want to be one. But sometimes I felt like I had to. Hopefully, as we both got used to this transition he was going through, I could find balance.

The weather was gorgeous. It was warm, partly cloudy, and the perfect day for a run in a serene location. I had seen bits of the trail here and there and was curious about how long was the whole thing. Between not knowing and being conscious of Dad, I paced myself and made sure we took breaks. Those made perfect opportunities for us to stretch and stay hydrated.

At the end of the trail, we sat at one of the many picnic tables in the area across the street from the rec center. Dad asked if I had talked to Sophia yet, and I told him I had hung out with her yesterday.

"Oh! So that's where you were all day. Good for you. So, how do you feel?"

I felt a lot of things, heh. At some point, I'd need to talk to him about that bit of fear that wouldn't go away, but I didn't feel like it was the time or place for a deep, personal conversation.

"I can't wait to see her again."

He smiled.

"I'm happy for you."

Our neighbor Eleanor, Chi Chi's mother-in-law, spotted us and came over to say hello.

"I see you boys have discovered the best spot in San Sequoia. How are you enjoying the city so far?"

"It's great," Dad said.

"I grew up here, you know. My family had a tiny little place out in Hopewell Hills back when it was just called 'the hills.'"

She talked about how her family had helped to revitalize the area and rebrand it as a nice little suburban area to raise a family. Over time, however, the yuppies who moved to the neighborhood were better off financially, which subsequently changed the vibe and reputation, undoing everything her family had worked so hard to create.

"Do you have other children?" she asked.

"A daughter. She's living in Mt. Komorebi for now."

"Oh! A little adventurer, huh? I love taking care of children. My favorite age is when we can play together, ha ha!"

They spoke about parent stuff for a little while, and I just sat there and observed. She was a little strange to me, but as they spoke, the more I approved of this little friendship brewing. Dad never had many friends, and he definitely closed himself off after the divorce. Hopefully, living in this friendly town would change that.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #ali murillo #eleanor sullivan

[demonsplendor]

A&A pt 6 ch4/4 - 18+, NSFT

Human reader x m demon (x m demon)

Word count: 9.1k

18+ only!

Mutual/assisted masturbation & an ambitious blow job Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

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Always with falling asleep on the couch! Tonight was no different. You had only the one shot, and for them it too was their final, but you were all too fast in falling asleep when you adjourned from the kitchen to try to watch tv. The moment you nuzzle up to him, without fail, you’re out like a light. 

Tonight was different though. Generally you would sleep for an indeterminate amount of time until Asteroth gently nudged you whenever he was ready to go to bed, so that the two of you could clamber into bed in his room. 

When you awoke, all of the lights were still on, including the bedroom’s light.

You slide off the couch to see where he is and if they’re feeling okay. 

“Asteroth, are you alright?”

He is sitting upright in bed, his shirt mostly taken off except for the collar, the fabric still draping over Argonaut in contrast to his bare arms and portion of sides. “Yes, I actually feel the best now if you can believe it.” “Do you need some water?” “Could you…?” All you’ve wanted to do is to do something, anything, for him. You experience shame for nearly everything, but you are shameless in the enthusiasm to bolt out of the room and grab a glass of water. 

Or should it be two? 

You grab two just in case and return to his room to sit on the bed. He only reaches for one glass so you set the other one down on the side table, but he hesitates to take a drink.

“You saw me, didn’t you…” 

“Oh Asteroth… no! I knew you didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry. I didn’t actually see anything though, taking the shot myself reeled me out of existence.” “Haha.” It’s so dry that you could be taken aback, but he touches your knee.

“No, it’s okay. I was aware then, I know that I invited you to. I just feel insecure about it now.” “I really didn’t see. And I don’t have to look now, it can still be maintained.” 

You carefully curl up next to him, thinking better than to involve his lap in case Argonaut feels dreadful if the whole “partial shirt” thing was anything to go off of. Facing away and towards the mattress, you’re hopeful that this is sufficient. 

The sound that emits from him is thunderous but he’s quite careful when he tenderly touches along your back. “Thank you.” 

It sounds like he drinks it in one go, reaching for the other. “Asteroth… can I ask you a question?” “Yes.” “Does Argonaut not drink water?” “Not usually. He has tastes of things, but normally he only eats. I must keep us both hydrated.” He clears the second glass, and without any protest towards your question to boot. 

Your back gets rubbed a little more briskly before patted, indicating that it’s safe to look up now. 

“Did you ever say how the movie went?” You’re still curled up to him, upper body twisted in a way that you can look up at him with your hands folded over your chest, “It was okay! It wasn’t my favorite but it did wind up being fun, hanging out with Francis.”

He slides his hand along your side and onto your stomach while suggesting again, “Your friend?” “Yes, I think that you’re right… My friend.” 

You take to fidgeting his hand with one of yours, “I had a lot of fun with you tonight, too,” and very gingerly touching his exposed side, “I’m sorry that you don’t feel well.” 

“I’m okay, I feel a lot better. Especially after the water just now. I started to feel really hot, but Argonaut gets uncomfortable being exposed when he doesn’t feel well so we have to compromise like this.” 

You slide your finger down to just barely be in Argonaut’s domain before removing your hand entirely, “Poor guy… Is he sleeping?” “Yes, intermittently. He’s okay too, I think he’ll feel better after the water as well. We had a lot of fun with you too... I’m sorry that we don’t really understand this yet, how exactly our arrangement interacts with alcohol. I also hope that we were not too… obnoxious?” 

You bark into a laugh that you hope doesn’t get taken the wrong way, you quickly press into his fingers with yours, “Obnoxious? No, not at all. Really silly?” You can feel the intense ringing in your head, normally it’s stifling but you think it’s funny to know that he’s actively awaiting the answer, “Mmm… yes.” 

The ringing severs and he just about pulls his hand away as he recoils to this information with a crestfallen, “Ugh, oh no…” “Haha! Don’t leave! It’s okay, it’s okay! It was really cute.” 

He tolerantly heeds and leaves his hand with you, “Cute…” 

“Yes,” you move his hand towards your face so that you could kiss them after repeating, “cute.”

He makes a gravelly noise when you kiss his hand, it strengthens considerably when you kiss just at his fingertips. “Do you like that, Asteroth?” His voice is tenuous, “Yes…” You continue to watch him as you nip firmer, his shoulders stiffening up and into his neck as a familiar, but not heard in awhile, rumble rockets out of his chest. It sends a strange sensation through you, and propels you to sit up.

“Asteroth…?” His hand had remained on your side, and he wordlessly used it now to corral you closer to him. Your face near the side of his; this could pass off as just a hug, albeit a bit heady, but you can hear him try to stifle jagged breathing. With trepidation of your own, you slowly commit towards planting a kiss on his neck which was received handsomely with an audibly loud sigh. 

All bets were off, you take to kissing him heavily along his neck and jaw as he paws at you considerably. 

They were wet and prolonged, you nearly clamping down as he worked his hand into your upper thigh in a similar rhythm. When you reached the nape of his neck and clutched into his sides, he pulled you over to be straddled on his lap. You do not let up, rolling your hips into his as you begin to feel your lips brushing against the damp, cool, sections of skin that you had already coated moments prior. 

He bounced against you, rocking into your lead. The fabric of his pants were lightweight, giving away all hopes of concealing how they tented noticeably hard into you. You push into him in return, feeling like you could just about—

“Hey,” he suddenly stops and grips your arms. Not unkindly, but firmly. The sense of urgency makes you stop and left confused.

“We should stop.”

You nod but can feel your eyes well up, understanding not crossing a boundary but still feeling dejected and unsure what just happened.

“Please, wait. Listen to me…”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for crying, I’m just confused and don’t know how to conceal it. We can always stop.”

“I didn’t want to stop either! But you told me after meeting Argonaut, that you wanted to slow down on sexual things.”

Wasn’t this an organic chain of events?

You didn’t feel rushed, and you didn’t feel like you were rushing him either. 

It felt like an attempt at sugar coating. 

“It’s okay to just not want to...” You try to slide off of his lap but he blocks you with his hands.

“Please, please listen to me. I am not conveying this correctly. I just don’t want to be pressuring you! I am NOT telling you no, I want to touch each other! I’ve… I’ve masturbated while thinking about you!”

You were not going to have any of it but you were absolutely not prepared to hear that. 

At the same time as you freezing and staring in total disbelief, you hear Argonaut chime in for the first time since earlier in the evening, “Asteroth…” 

Your two responses combined suck all of the wind out of him to remove every shred of confidence. He does not try to push you off of his lap but you can feel his entire body go limp as the all too familiar chill of embarrassment starts to take possession.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you.”

The nervous giggle that careens out of you doesn’t help, he nearly tries to fold in over himself. 

“No! No, Asteroth, haha, come here.”

He refused to look up, shaking his head while continuing his descent. More than the moment itself, this reaction is too funny and endearing. You can’t help but shake with small laughs as you try to work some life into him. Gripping into his back, rubbing largely to encourage him to straighten up. He is not at all quick to let his morale improve but he is receptive to leaning onto you. 

“It’s okay-“

“Please,”

“I like that you told me-“

“Please, please, please… let the the moment just end-“

“Asteroth, I’ve masturbated to you too…”

He pulls you away just so he could look at your face, but you can’t bear to return the gesture; you stare hard at the mattress.

When he realizes that you won’t say anything more about the matter either, he tugs you back over to him while bouncing into a laugh. 

“Since we are currently on this topic,” you try to move ahead even though you could feel yourself dying on the inside from your own confession, “I’m not… I’m not very experienced with, um, any of this. Other people and bodies…” 

He squeezes you, “It’s okay, I’m not either.”

For the second time in a row, he tries to tell you something in earnest in an effort to connect with you, but it just leaves you a bit baffled, “My only experience has been with Argonaut.”

If you thought about it for more than a second you would have thought it to be too rude to say your first thought, but you do not have this foresight. 

You blurt out, “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh Asteroth…”

Argonaut speaks up again, this time sounding more playful and sympathetic than earlier. 

The way Asteroth crumples up makes you concede immediately, but the aforementioned demon chuckles from below, “You’ve made your bed. Time to lie in it, my sweet.”

“Argonaut… please…”

“We could provide a demonstration.”

Your eyebrows raise and your demon expresses utter frustration at the pandemonium. You want to give him space since you can tell he’s getting overwhelmed, sliding off of his lap without any protest. 

“We will not be doing a “demonstration”. We are not sex demons.”

You must look or, in Arginaut’s case, seem discernibly inquisitive for they say in stereo, “Incubi.” 

“There are…kinds? Of demons?” You’re not sure how to best ask.

Your demon takes the helm, “Yes. Argonaut might as well have been an incubus. But he was a traveler.”

“A traveler?”

Argonaut almost always wounds upbeat, at least, you’ve never heard him sound sour. But he interjects in a tone that cannot read, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” 

You would have probably dropped it yourself but Asteroth still barrels ahead, sounding nostalgic and uncharacteristically enthusiastic , “He was inspiration embodied; a muse. He explored and learned about the artistry and technology of different eras in order to capture what would eventually become lost knowledge. Once something is truly lost to time, you–meaning demons like him–could not provide reminders. But… you could do your best to keep it afloat before it got to that point. Even when something was entirely lost, you–him–still contained the spirit of it and your joyous, inspiring, company would spur on the creation of new ideas.”

You’ve only ever heard him speak in such excitable depth about his plants, about cooking, occasionally to describe something that he liked on the computer. He shirked away entirely from explaining anything about himself, was a little more open to sharing things about Argonaut or about him and Argonaut, but you had not yet seen him outright dote over his abdominal companion. 

In such a great length too, Asteroth’s admiration was loud and clear. 

“Ah… he was a friend of humans. He lived among them! Now he is…” he runs his hands over his stomach. Even though it was all still mostly concealed by the shirt, you could see Argonaut’s initially frowning facade mold onto Asteroth’s arm. 

Asteroth finishes coolly, getting to the point without a hiccup but still sounds a little bit sad, “Now he is lumped in with me…But he is still inspiration, to me at least.”

Argonaut says nothing. You gather by Asteroth not removing his arm that was wrapped around himself, along his stomach, that the toothy demon was still in need of comfort. 

You don’t say anything either but your silence is telling as you look hard at your kind demon friend, burning to ask a question but daring not to. 

When you lay your hand on Asteroth’s leg, you’re successful at prompting him. 

“I’m…” 

There’s delay and you can hear a wide kiss encouragingly applied to his arm by the mouth underneath.

“You already know some of it, but I am a nightmare. I am supposed to cause fright to a degree that will steer towards good. There is a little too much liberty. I always interpreted it as existence should be a cautionary tale to prevent malfeasance. Many of my compatriots though… treat it as a blank check to be more awful than they already are.”

More audible kisses from Argonaut can be heard, “You are not awful to begin with.”

“Hmmph. Maybe not in intention, and I keep to myself entirely now,” he makes a growling, reproachful noise before grabbing your hand, “but it cannot be denied that you were initially stricken by me. I unnerved you, and even now, if I look too hard, I make your head hurt.”

You cannot deny that, he is right. 

It was alarming to see something so cavernous and indiscernible instead of a face; rows upon rows of disjointed teeth that didn’t appear to be affixed to anything that you could see, shadowy dark pitches instead of eyes that seemed to be tunneling through and floating on top. Like an illusion, a ghoulish mirage, it looked like he was always following you even though it was obvious that he was facing an entirely different direction. 

You’ve hashed this out before, admitting to him once that he was right, but since even then, it’s been a long time since you’ve felt the chilly sensations in response.

“Initially… yes, and I’m sorry for that.” 

Without warning or prelude you toss your arms around his neck, “But for whatever it’s worth, I think that… you’re a dream come true. You feel immediately, unbearably, uncool, embarrassed at having said something so inarguably cheesy in a conversation that felt kind of serious. You grimace into his shoulder and are on the verge of apologizing, but just as quickly, he takes you well. “Oh,” he sighs out, graciously leaning back and taking you with him, “that is worth a lot to me, thank you.” 

You lie quietly and comfortably together but it still feels like something is looming. The air is heavy and stifling.

“Asteroth.” It sounded loaded. There’s an equal weight from him as well, “Yes?” 

Your heart is racing and you can’t bear to try any further, but he all but desperately squeezes you. “Please…”

There was a crack in his voice that highlighted his own feeling of anticipation, it caused an unfathomable and unfamiliar feeling to course through you. “Do you… want to look at me?” “Look at you?” “You could,” the words get lodged in your throat, nerves causing you to shake, “touch me…” “Touch you?” His voice cracks again, accompanied by the rumbled sound from his chest. He finds enough clarity within himself to coherently ask, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you really are, you just feel so shy for saying it out loud. Even more so for letting slip a bit of desperation you didn’t know you had, “please…” 

You feel your heart in your ears when you both sit up but are relieved that there’s a pause. Asterith first straightens out his shirt to put it on entirely, revealing Argonaut for a moment. 

You ask him in this window of time, “Argonaut, is this okay?”

The last thing you see before he gets draped over again is a wide, mischievous smile as he purrs out, “Yes. Go easy on him.” 

When Asteroth’s shirt is corrected, he hesitantly touches your arm but quickly follows your lead when you start to pull your own shirt over your head. Touching your stomach, sides, back; he touched every part of your upper body as soon as it was exposed, taking care to not be rough while still being handsy and wanting. 

He nearly croons, “You’re warm.” “Not nearly as much as you.” 

His skin always felt like a furnace and it made you wonder if you felt like an ice box in return.

“Is this still okay?”

You nod before shuddering into some awful, possessed noise when he slides both of his hands over your hips and hastily grabs hold of them. Running your hands over his and sitting up so that you were on your knees, you guide towards the fly of your pants where it doesn’t take long for him to fidget it unbuttoned while you unzip at the same time. 

Sloughing off your pants just far enough to gather at your knees, you remained in this position while Asteroth groped along your thighs with more firmness than he had with your torso, running up and down the sides and backs of them as you grip his arms for balance. Another anxiously made sound is made when he slides his hands back up onto over your hips and hooks his thumbs within the band of your underwear. He silently waits for your call, which you deliberate on for more than a few moments, before pawing at his hands and nodding. “Please.” 

If you were an outsider looking in, you’d feel so much embarrassment and shame. You could certainly feel it cut through, especially from hearing yourself out loud, but you are propelled to move forward and try. 

You feel momentarily in over your head and a little dizzy when he begins to pull them down, you grip his hand tighter to stop which he does immediately.

“I’m sorry Asteroth. I don’t want to stop, I just… I feel nervous. A little out of my element.” 

It seems like he appreciates this report on the room’s pulse as well, he sighs out shakily, “It’s okay, me too.” “Do you feel okay?” “Yes. Do you?” You ostensibly did the entire time so far, but you appreciated the break for a reminder that this was a safe environment and even experience as a whole.

You nod again but he remains stalled, testing out grazing over your bare hips with his thumbs as he asks, “Is this too fast?”

You didn’t think so, and if you thought hard enough about it, you trusted that you could stop at any point in time. In addition to shaking your head, you soften the grip of your hands while keeping them set atop of his as you commit to pulling your underwear off entirely, now atop of the pants that were gathered at your knees.

Asteroth runs his hands over your hips again, now entirely unobstructed, and encourages you to sit down. He helps remove your pants as you kick them away entirely, leaning back and propping up on your arms. You tightly squeeze your thighs together as he rubs up your calves, back to the front of your legs and chuckles. “Your face is red…” The comment actually kind of stings! “Asteroth…”

“I know, I’m sorry. I have gathered that you don’t actually like hearing that. But I’m red too.” 

You look at him a little incredulously.

“I don’t mean it tongue in cheek… I know that I’m red but I mean the sensation. I understand that nobody could ever be able to tell by looking at me but the inside of my face… it burns too! The wind momentarily knocked out of my chest. I can hear a ringing of my own.” 

“Haha, aww Asteroth… really? You feel that now?” “Yes!” 

It only makes you flush further, the endearment towards him freely offering up this information helped distract you from the fact you were just sitting there stark naked in front of him. You don’t shoo him away or make any effort to get up, but you still feel frozen in place and unsure how to proceed from here. 

Luckily he takes the lead, fully preoccupied with rubbing and grabbing all along your body. There was the burning sensation of feeling embarrassed, noticeably mounting arousal, but it also just felt nice and comforting to be touched so considerably and kindly. 

Asteroth begins to linger a bit, while he rubs the underside of your thighs. Your legs were still bent and pressed together but feeling his thumbs get closer and closer to where they met…! You were handsomely rewarded for letting them begin to part, his hands smoothing over your exposed inner thighs in a manner that made you feel a little bit ticklish while mostly turned on. 

He is now entirely too near you, to��� you. You can’t fathom it or even dare think it out loud. You’ve seen how some insular stories describe the area as someone’s “heat” and thought it was just something to perfume an otherwise awkward-to-write situation, but now you kind of got it. He wasn’t actually touching any of the outer organ nor the skin outside of it, yet you could feel tangible heat originating from you, bounce off of his hand, and back onto you in a way that was kind of impressive to you. 

You all but cover your entire face, peeking through splayed fingers when he asks, “...Can I…?” 

Resisting the urge to say something as a heads up, like, “Um, it’s… wet…” you treat the experience the same as ripping off a bandaid to muster up a cognizant, “Yes.” 

When his own skin makes contact you feel your stomach visibly tense up and you shudder into outrageous laughter. 

“Oh no…” 

You’re pressing so hard into your eyes and shaking your head while he runs his fingers along you as long, slow, rubs. He rolls over your clit and it causes your abdomen to twitch and spasm again, as well as causing you to snort into more laughter.

You keep giggling out, “No… oh no…” to such an extent that if someone were to do the same you’d yield and ask, but your mouth is still in view and visibly smiling in spite of yourself. 

Still, he does check with his fingers still pressed against you, “Is this okay?”

You feel even more absurd for nodding with so much exaggerated fervor, the nearly squeal-like laughter careening out seemingly unending. You can hear him break into breathy chuckles too, he sounds mirthful and light.

“I… like this.” 

“This situation?”

“Yes… this situation but I also meant… ugh, haha. I meant this,”  he rubs two of his fingers across your clit and down one of the folds. 

You are so stunned you almost don’t feel anything, you just ask wide-eyed, “…That?”

He laughs and it rumbles into something that almost sounds like a snort himself. 

“Yes… earlier, and that one night… when you were, haha, hahaha… ugh!”

“Are you still red?”

It comes out almost like a growl, “Yes. Haha!”

You think that he shakes his head but you honestly are having a difficult time focusing on everything equally. 

He tries to continue, “Those times, when you were on top of me…? I could, kind of, sort of,” your body visibly collapses and raises with how intently you’re suddenly listening to him, “I could… feel you too!” 

When he says it, he rubs over the opening and uses his fingers to press into the folds with a parting motion, you can feel yourself being spread apart. 

It is too much, you immediately fold your legs back in on themself and scoot back away from his hand. You lay entirely on your back and laugh senselessly and loudly into your hands.

“Oh no Asteroth, oh no, no, no. Ha! Hahaha! I could die… oh my god.” 

“No! No, no! Come back to me please!” 

He is laughing too, more tickled than pleading but he remains hesitant to even touch your leg. 

You keep your thighs crossed but close the gap between the two of you by pressing your calves into him to invite him to return his hands back onto your body.

He tries to rub life back into your legs, “I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t be! I just feel so shy… Funny and unreal.”

You don’t want him to stop but you don’t want to verbalize that, you open your legs a bit instead.

He gets close to the furthest recesses of your inner thighs, “Can I touch you again?”

“Yes…”

It’s different when he presses against you this time.

Instead of a cocktail of nerves causing embarrassment and laughter to bubble onto the surface, your hips buck when he rubs you firmer and more deliberately. You were worried by the presence of wetness, but his reverent circles accompanied by the increasingly squishing sound does not make it seem like he’s any deterred.

You sharply inhale through your nose when he suddenly does a kneading motion against the opening.

He sounds rasped but still calmer than you, “Can I…?” 

You say it again, you tell him, “Yes,” but this time you remain entirely on your back and cover your face.

He gently rubs the outside of it before slowing coaxing it to receive one of his fingers, which he promptly uses to explore the inside of you. You’re not looking at all but you can feel the motions of being penetrated, his finger slowly curling slightly in a “come hither” sort of action as he intently watches your reactions. 

Your reactions mostly been bobbing your hips without meaning to, heady and desperately against his hand. 

“Can I use another?”

“Y—“ You’re caught off guard by the frog in your throat, you almost make some sort of depraved noise as soon as you open your mouth. 

You manage to get it out, but it’s strained in a way you can’t believe and also cannot help, “Yes.”

He briefly removes his finger so that he can rub against you again, this time with another one for a total of two. This go was a bit more of a stretch, resistance as he worked his way into you up to his knuckles. 

You were not really someone with a lot of penetrative experience, generally just rubbing and dry humping, but you can feel how slickness is causing your spread and exposed areas of skin that were near the area to feel cool and damp. You’re driven to your first shameless expression, opening your legs even wider as he begins pawing at you deeper, thrusting his fingers in and out more rapidly. Beside yourself, you roll your hips again as an audible moan escapes you. At the same time as you immediately clapping your hands over your mouth in surprise, you hear him shudder, “O-oh.”

You glance up to make sense of the reaction and are abundantly pleased to see him shifting about, adjusting his very visible erection inside of his joggers with a brusque movement. “You’re turned on?” 

You sound a little bit in disbelief and it makes him reply as though you’ve just said the most obvious thing on the planet, “...Yes?!” 

It really didn’t occur to you though!

He had touched you considerably and made pleased and pleasant noises while he did, but you thought it was plausible that he was being just one degree more intimate than polite. Now that you knew that even while in this arrangement, the feeling was mutual… “Asteroth,” you prop yourself on your arms, looking possessed but sounding rather calm. 

His hand remains, you can feel his fingers rubbing you from within while he replies, “Yes?” “Can… Can I watch you touch yourself?”

“Ha!” 

He laughs, something airy yet dense, but it doesn’t feel mean or like it’s at you.

“You are something else. Haha! At the same–” His own hips bob and he uses you to brace against himself. “At the same time?!”

“Yes!” 

“I want to do that. But I’m…” 

Left handed.

The very one that was currently inside of you, emphasized by him wiggling his two fingers. “Could you… I don’t know, swap hands?” “Haha!” 

Asteroth seems besides himself, humored beyond compare. 

“Maybe, but I’m not confident I could um, do similar? With my other hand? At the same time.” 

“I could… help with that?” He rasps the same thing that you asked him earlier, “What do you mean by that?” 

“I…” You sit up enough to grab his wrist but get cold feet. “Please show me.” 

“I…” You still can’t say it but you grab his wrist with your other hand, now gripping him with both. You hold his hand in place while you rock yourself over him,humping his hand. He laughs again, nearly crooning, “Yes! Yes! Let’s do that!” 

You stop moving and soften your grip, but you keep your hands on his, rubbing at his wrist as idle, nervous comfort while he sits up to pull the band of his pants down. In an equally anxious gesture, purely to mark your own overwhelm, you blurt out, “No underwear?!”

“No—“ you feel shy while facing him, it must be noticeable but it might be coming off in a way that’s misread, “—you can look at me…” 

He initially sounds dejected but the overwhelm of scarlet you turn when you pointedly look speaks volumes.

“Hahaha! It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m sorry. I misunderstood. Anyways, I was wearing them earlier, but I got too hot from the alcohol.”

The earnestness makes you laugh, flushing again when you glance over to see him entirely exposed. 

“Is this still okay?”

You really appreciated how much he checked tonight. It had been awkward but not unbearable, still you liked being given an out at multiple intervals. It made you feel more comfortable about agreeing, which you did now with a nod. 

He diverts your attention with his right hand, vaguely gesturing to the equivalent spot you’re currently in, just on the other side. “I can move over,” but when you start to sidle away he stops you. “Wait, can I take some of you?” “What on earth does that mean?”

“Hmmmm… ahh… like this…?” 

He removes his fingers from inside of you in a scoop like motion, holding the same shape with his hand overall while doing another pass over your entirety. You’re astounded, frozen, but break into a non-threatened scream when he slicks it over himself, slicking his erection with… with you! 

“Asteroth! Oh my god!” 

“Haha,” he touches himself gently, his penis beginning to look wet and sheened. 

You are motionless but he encourages you to move over again, offering his untouched right hand. Keeping a hold of it, you move over and roughly flop over to the same approximate position you were just in though a little skewed. 

You guide his hand back over your thighs and when he’s near once more, he asks, “Can I touch you?” You nod again and keep your hand on top of his when he starts to rub at you again. This time feels a little less articulated, but you still feel “warm” and “inviting” by it all. He mostly focuses on you, only idly running his other hand down himself, nearing a horizontal  ridge that was close to the base, before smoothing upwards again in an open, rounded, palm. You wonder if you’re still red, if he is, but you’ve taken to liking watching at least this much to the point of leading his fingers back into you. 

Gripping his wrists, you feel at a standstill. “You start,” he suggests brightly. “Ugh… why!” “Mmm, because you’re taking the lead.” 

You’re feeling out of your element again, but also again you really like how lighthearted Asteroth sounds right now. How it sounds like he’s enjoying himself and by extension, enjoying you.

“How are you just so unphased right now?” “I am not! I am entirely phased!” 

“Still red?” “Yes, extremely red. My cock in hand… literally!” 

You giggle into a shudder, using one of your hands to cover your face from embarrassment. “Haha! Asteroth… ugh! Your ability to make jokes like that, at a time like this.” “It’s because I’m nervous too. I also like it, I feel strange and playful. I feel elated and ahh,” he stops mid thought, “that starts to feel too serious to say right now. My point being… Do you feel okay? Still?” “Yes! I just feel like I’m a fish out of water.” 

“Mmm,” he gestures by rubbing the fingers embedded inside of you and cheekily remarks, “some water.” 

“Dude, no!” 

“”Dude”… hahaha.” 

You are pressing both hands into your face while he laughs relentlessly. “I’m sorry… that one was too much for me too.”

You tell him it’s okay by returning your hands to his while still shaking your head. A wave of confidence washes over you, a stray thought of not wanting to be outdone; it possesses you to slowly rock onto his hand. You start to question yourself as soon as you do it, but Asteroth doesn’t give you much time to think against it because when you begin to move, he does too. He grips himself tighter, quickly running up and down in a manner that causes a quiet squelching noise. 

You still feel completely out of bounds but it doesn’t take you long before you find a pleasant rhythm and position of how to twist your body so that you could maximize rubbing yourself against his hand in addition to running his fingers in and out. What catches you the most is when you see him shift again, lifting his hips up as though he were trying to adjust his seat, the pulls along the length of himself getting jagged and sloppy. 

Another sound escapes you but this time you don’t stop, you nearly curl into yourself to roll your hips more frantically. You slide his fingers mostly out so that you fully hump against his hand, feeling too unhinged when you muffle a moan. It has a sizable effect on Asteroth, his back arching as he makes an ungodly noise in response to what he’s seeing and hearing.

You dare not say it but you try, “I’m… Asteroth, I’m about…!”

“Please!”

The whine in his voice! 

It’s all too much, you desperately paw at yourself with his hand until you feel it begin to cascade: you climaxing into a halt. You squeeze his hands so tightly as you wrench him against yourself, accompanied by whimper-like sounds until a languid moan and one final, forceful, collision between his hand and your flesh.

You watch as the demon before you becomes stricken in a similar fashion, his body rigid before shuddering into nearly a bounce as he begins to rumble loud and guttural, strings of milky gel oozing onto his hand. 

You pull away from him, grimacing at how damp you feel and how slicked his hand now was, “I’m sorry.”

Asteroth unceremoniously wipes the remaining beads of cum from the tip using his hand, “Don’t be, I did it too.”

What are you supposed to do now?

Luckily he suggests, “Would you want to take a shower with me?”

“Yes!”

You meant it just as quickly as you said it, but you suddenly remember Argonaut and wonder if he was present the entire time and if so, was he upset?

“We can use the one in here, just give me a minute, okay?” Asteroth makes an “eughh” sound, caught by the heebie jeebies along with a chuckle, as he tries to figure out what to do with his hand while he wanders into the bathroom. You leave to go to the one in the hallway to clean yourself up and to toss on a quick t-shirt before returning to the bathroom in his room. The water was already on and with a yawn he was shaking off his pants, causing you to flush again as you realize you’ve never actually seen him naked before even though he’s now seen you. You can’t help but break into a small, sheepish, smile while you look his legs over, long and stocky and red. He’d also only ever worn socks but now you saw that his feet were similar to his hands, red up to a point before tapering into shadowy black. 

You pull your shirt off slightly before he does his, the silence burning into your skull. He still doesn’t say anything as he waves his hand in the water a few times before stepping in, and until he offers you his hand. 

“What do you think of this temperature? If it’s too hot or cold, I can adjust it.”

You take his hand and walk into the shower, the water maybe a little too hot but it’s not unpleasant so you don’t say anything. Instead, you press your whole body into him with so much force it makes a gentle slap sound.

Asteroth snakes his arms around you, unable to help himself from smoothing over your body as you were currently doing with his, “Are you okay?”

You nod into his chest but stay where you are until you can feel the rustling you were waiting for, the movement beneath your own chest as Argonaut stirs against your skin. You pull away quickly, running your hands along and down as you did so that you could grasp his face firmly, Asteroth’s stomach.

“Argonaut… Was that okay? Was that really okay?”

What you’ve just done weighs on you. It was fun, you mildly stayed in the moment, and you think that it helped solidify you and Asteroth’s standings with each other but you feel guilty when you consider Argonaut. He had explicitly told you that affections were not improper, that together they could only do so much, but you wanted to make sure. His face remains neutral and you try to not read too much into it, how you could interpret this inexpressive expression from the otherwise extremely expressive individual as upset or contempt. Asteroth seems calm too, keeping his hands on you instead of matching yours on the other demon but you’re not sure if you can infer anything from that either.

Finally, the mouth yawns a little before taking on a sleepy smile, “I don’t mind sharing. I especially don’t mind sharing with you.”

“Are you sure?” “I think that you’re a perfect fit, a very considerate lover who takes things slowly.” You laugh through an almost-scoff, softly pinching his cheek as you did, “I think you mean inexperienced.”

“Nuh-uh,” the mouth moves almost as though he were a head shaking, nuzzling into your hand before adopting that familiar, charismatic, wolfish grin, “plenty of inexperienced lovers out there that are far more uninhibited and breakneck.” 

“Oh…” 

“Do not get discouraged, I don’t mean it unkindly. You are amply… demonstrative of your affections!” 

You pull yourself into them again to hug Argonaut, press and pull your hands into Asteroth’s back. When you look up you can tell that he’s looking at you, craning his neck over. Seeing the water cascade over his head is… perplexing. It seems like the water crests over the top even though nothing is there, but you can also see water streaming out and over the lower margins of his face down his neck.

You reach up to touch his jaw, the water parting around your thumb, “Does this feel strange?” “Not as strange as it looks.” “Does it hurt?” “Not at all. Really cold and really hot water does not feel good, but that’s how anywhere else is.” 

He leans in as you pull him closer to you so that you can kiss the same spot, causing him to make the gravelly noise while doing so. He nuzzles into you, keeping it only to his jaw and neck, before moving to rotate the pair of you around. “Do you want more water?”

While in the direct water you wince a bit, reaching to adjust it to be a little cooler. “Ahh, it was too hot!” “Only just standing under it.”

A large yawn creeps out of both Asteroth and Argonaut while they’re faced away, Asteroth reaching for a bottle on the side of the shower. “What’s up with you two? Sleepy?” They answer you together, “Sedated…” “Sedated?”

“Asteroth is really content. Pleasured.” 

Argonaut sounds smug by his bluntly put statement. Asteroth, predictably flustered, tries to explain. “Ugh… yes. But, it’s more complex than that. We–Argonaut and I–we can feel a lot of things shared. It’s almost like our wires are crossed,” woah, it’s like deja vu. You’ve heard this before, from Argonaut, and wonder again if Asteroth knows. “Sometimes when I…”

Still bashful, even when turned away. As if you’re one to talk, but admittedly you did like when you got to be in this position.

You suggest self-approvingly, “...Come?”

“Ugh. Yes… When I do that, Argonaut also… He– well… He… Argonaut, how do I explain this?” There is nothing Argonaut likes more than given the floor. You think to yourself, oh boy… when you hear the abdominal demon clear his throat, very confident that Asteroth is probably thinking the same thing. “Make no mistake that I tried to be absent tonight, not a total fly on the wall. But some things are impossible to help, such as when Asteroth orgasms,”

The direct choice of words makes you choke with Asteroth equally groaning, “Argonaut…”

Always undeterred, he bulldozes onward, “I feel it too. It’s not really something of my own… I cannot do that by myself, but I experience it at the same time. It’s as if it’s stacked, because then Asteroth can feel it too, he can feel me. It’s circular! I feel what he’s feeling and in turn he’s feeling what I’m feeling.” “So it’s as though you’re feeling… two? At once?” “Yes! Something like that.”

“Woah. That’s kind of cool.” Asteroth sounds a bit in disbelief, “Do you really think so?” “Yes! Everything about you two has been interesting to learn about… I like being shown.”

You’re all quiet for a bit, only the sound of the water in the foreground while it feels like you’re all mulling over the moment. Asteroth suddenly takes a step back and shouts, “Argonaut! Absolutely not!” 

Argonaut erupts into mischievous laughter and you approach to see what the commotion is, pressing into Asteroth’s back. “I’m just trying to illustrate my point! There’s more to it too, isn’t there my sweet Asteroth? There’s more that we share than just the feeling in passing.” “What is going on?” “He’s…! He’s trying to give me–ugh! He’s trying to give me an erection!” “He can do that?” They say in unison, Argonaut clearly pleased while Asteroth unamused, “Yes.”

“He can do something that you just… feel? And it arouses you?” “Yes…”

You don’t know why that gives your heart such a thud. “Do you like it when he does that?” “Normally, yes. But not right now! It’s too embarrassing right now!” You press further into him, running your hands down the front of his thighs. His skin prickles, you see the mouth ahead of you smiling wider. “Not you too!” 

Though, he does not shake you.

“I think we should demonstrate it all!” 

“No!”

You carefully rub one of his legs, “Demonstrate what?”

“When Asteroth couldn’t keep his mouth shut earlier! How he and I experience eachoth-”

“Enough!”

He is bracing against your body, as you look up at him expectantly, inquisitively, but also prepared to back off if this is too much for him. You can see him turn his neck to look at you peeking from under his arms, “You…! Are you that curious?” It’s unclear if it’s said in a flare or not, you just calmly kiss at his side. He ripples into a rumble that almost turns into a growl in response. “The two of you are conspiring against me… fine. Fine! I’ll show you something. I know that you’re probably curious about… about the extent of what he’s saying. But I will show you at least this, since you’ve shared with me…” 

You are wide-eyed, wondering what he’s about to do. He opens and closes one of his hands, rubbing his thumb against his fingers with much force. 

“Do you remember the night we were on the couch and I… was hard the first time?” “Yes.” “There was tonight too, do you remember what happened?” Well, by your account you’re pretty sure a lot happened? You don’t know what he’s getting at. He takes a long inhale before he approaches Argonaut with his hand, “You had… kissed my fingers.” You hold your breath as you watch the mouth on his stomach begin to gently press into your shared demon’s hand, something soft and gentle and into his entire hand before the lips licked and nipped at his fingertips. Asteroth makes an audible noise while his chest heaves, you can feel his leg shake and bounce as though there was an elastic string being pulled, and you can’t help but let a gasp slip when you see him beginning to get hard. “I think that… either because of him, or maybe it’s always been there within me and I didn’t know it, but my hands must be… an erogenous zone.”  

You kiss into his side firmly again, sliding one of your hands from up his leg to across his torso to gesture for his other hand. When he gives it to you, you snake it across himself so that you could gently and gingerly kiss at the inside of his hand and along his fingers before using a bit more tension at his fingertips. You do remember this! You remember how he melted and squirmed, the same as he did now.

At the same time as Asteroth mutters a ‘mmnph’, Argonaut exclaims merrily, “You get it! You get it!” You feel like you actually were starting to, fully enjoying yourself as you rubbed along the front of his hip with one hand, kissing and holding onto his fingers with your other. 

Argonaut’s voice warbled as he tried to demand, “Touch yourself, Asteroth! Touch me, us!”

Another whine spills out of your demon friend, joined shortly after by a dry laugh, “He says that all the time.”

You smirk into his hand, “Do you listen to him?” 

“Mmm–mm, most of the time.” “I’d really rather you let me touch you, but at the very least, touch yourself!” You keep kissing and nipping at Asteroth’s hands but keep your eyes on Argonaut, who continues to plead, “It’s not just his hands that I can touch, you know?” 

“Enough, Argonaut.”

You don’t want to contribute to the noise but you are dying to know what he means. Sure you could imagine something but was that…? 

You shrink when Asteroth turns his attention to you, saying with complete clarity, “I think it’s too much for you to see.” 

“I’ve… seen a lot so far…?”

“Not this…”

“I like seeing you and Argonaut. I like seeing how you talk to each other, how you express affection… I think that I also like… seeing um… your intimacy. This,” you gesture at his hand amongst Argonaut’s mouth, “for example.”

Argonaut howls with laughter while Asteroth turns away with a large sigh. 

You can hear the sounds of Argonaut’s continued kisses while you take to brushing the fingers you were in charge of across your lips while Asteroth steeped on the matter.

“You need to tell me if it is too strange.”

He says it so seriously that your quick and unconsidered response almost sounds dismissive, “Okay!”

Asteroth takes control of his hands and shakes them out, you return to touching one of your arms to the side of his leg so that you could see better. You’re not sure where the conjecture is stemming from, but Argonaut says in a more measured and encouraging tone, “You don’t need to take this so seriously Asteroth, it’s supposed to be fun. It’s all fun, okay?”

“I know, I know. I just feel nervous.” 

Maybe if you didn’t watch at first? 

You nestle your body and head into his back, you can feel him stretch his arm behind him to touch you in return. 

“You can look…”

He sounds so uncertain though that you feign not looking, only peeking from behind to watch as he starts to rub himself as he had earlier but this time pulling it up towards Argonaut. 

You can feel your entire face go wide-eyed as you see the lips of his own stomach wrap around the tip of his penis and accidentally let slip, “Woah.”

Asteroth freezes, sounding a little hushed as he asks, “Too much?” Honestly, maybe. 

But you don’t want it to stop… you are really curious, and don’t necessarily feel stricken, so you tell him, “No, it’s okay.” 

Argonaut’s large tongue coaxes his attention back towards them, the large demon curling a bit so that he could angle more of himself into Argonaut’s mouth. The toothy demon is so eager to oblige, making the wettest sounds possible as he licked and sucked on Asteroth while he himself continued to rub up and down the base. 

It is bewildering to see, you ask only out of nerves, “But his teeth…?” “No,” Asteroth pants out, it makes you suddenly feel that electric sensation again, “he doesn’t bite me.” Argonaut looks just as smug as he sounds, obstructed by the dick in his mouth, “Astheroth likesh a little teesh,” and to prove his point grazes some of his comically sharp teeth along the length of him, but doesn’t break skin. It initially worries you that you were about to see something dreadful, visceral, and gasp, but resolve on an, “Oh,” when you see that no danger was had; in fact, Asteroth did shudder something fierce when he felt the teeth. “Hh-h, haha! Damn you,” Asteroth laughs heartily which is received well by Argonaut, they both start to bounce in laughter.

You feel less bewitched by the scene and soften considerably against Asteroth, even curiously trailing your fingers close to his own hand. He sounds desperate and hungry, “Oh, oh please… Yes, please,” but admittedly you’re not so sure what to do… you just wanted to touch. “Show me how…? How you like it?” Your hand replaces his, gripping the base and feeling surprised by how firm it felt, even more surprised by the single horizontal ridge. He cups his hand around yours and pulls them together, up until nearly the point that was within Argonaut’s mouth. Even with this hands-on assistance, you are still a little uncertain if you’re doing it correctly, hoping that the occasional twitch and muffled noise was indication enough that you were doing a passable job at jerking him off. 

However, the operation begins to grind to a halt. You can feel the firm flesh in your hands begin to soften and even Argonaut remarks, “Uh oh, Asteroth.”

Was it your doing? “Oh no, I’m sorry… I’m not doing it right.” Asteroth is quick to respond, “No! It’s not you!” 

His hand remains cupped on yours as you feel along him for yourself, gripping and rubbing the portion that leaves Argonaut’s maw. “I’m just… really tired. Back to back is a little too ambitious for me.”

He does seem in a stupor, you figure that he might really actually be tired and not just attempting to save face. 

He removes his hand from yours to place onto Argonaut, gently kneading at the demon, “Sorry, Argonaut.” 

The stomach nuzzles into his hand and reassures, “It’s okay, it was ambitious, but I still had fun.” 

You wrap both of your arms around Asteroth, gingerly placing them onto his belly and can feel Argonaut move to press into you as well. 

Asteroth places his free hand atop one of yours, “Are you still okay?”

“Yes, I had fun. I hope I really did not, um…” “You didn’t, I promise! It felt really good…” 

Here you were feeling inadequate about doing it wrong, and yet you feel equally overwhelmed by being told that it felt good. You nuzzle into his back, thankful that there are times you do get to conceal how red you are, “Let’s go to bed?” The two of you finish washing up, sleepiness finally catching up with you. You both wander into his room wearing only towels and he flops onto the bed. “I saw you brought in a shirt but did you want to borrow anything? Pants or a sweatshirt?” 

You liked the offer, his clothes were extremely comfortable and bode great rest but you wanted to try yet another new thing, “Is sleeping naked um, uncomfortable for you?” “No, it isn’t. Are you suggesting that we…?”

You can’t bear to hear him finish or to actually answer him, opting to illustrate your point by dropping your towel and wiggling under the covers, covering your head with the pillow. He laughs, they both do, and at the same time as he removes the pillow from your head, you can feel his naked body pressed against yours. You turn so that your head is nestled in his chest and you can feel Argonaut against your own torso. So much so, the demon below checks, “Does it feel okay that I’m against you?”

“Yes… you’re comfortable.” You can feel a puff of warm air across your skin as he warmly remarks, “Ahh. You are too…” 

The lamp is still on but your shared demon hasn’t said anything this whole time. You can hear punctuated but smooth breathing and Argonaut chuckling. He whispers quietly, “...Asteroth is asleep.” “Is he?” 

You wave your hand in front of his face and do not receive a response, which makes you laugh quietly in return. 

Argonaut says playfully, “You put him through the ringer.” “I think that you did.”

The mouth sounds pleased when he compromises, “Mm, how about… we both did.” 

You can accept this, you all did something strange and wonderful tonight. You carefully sit up to reach your body over your demon to turn off the lamp, relieved that you didn’t stir him awake then, nor when you settle back into bed against him.

A yawn escapes while you give the parting greeting, “Goodnight, Argonaut.” “Good night, our loveliest friend. Sleep well.” 

#Exophilia #monster x human #demon boyfriend #demon x human #demon x reader #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #original writing #demon #terato #Poly fic #human reader #A&A #monsterfucking nsft #demon nsft

[fabbyf1]

Howdy, Besties 🫡

I hope everyone is doing well and staying hydrated!

I am taking a much needed vacation as of tomorrow morning until the end of the month. (I AM FREE AT LAST!!!!!) I probably won't write very much while I'm there.

BUT HERE'S THE GOOD NEWS:

I have a quick little Lestappen PWP in the works for you! I've finished writing it; it just needs to be edited. I think you are going to enjoy it. I think it will also make you scream... (in a good way), and I'm very excited to see your reaction. I'm a fucking meme if I've ever seen one. This will most likely be posted tomorrow night (Friday PST). Hopefully, this can hold you all over until I get back home 😈😂😎

I've started working on a longer plotty fic again! But it's going to be a different pairing this time around. I hope that's okay with you all. I know many of you are only here for Lestappen, and that's okay! I love Lestappen, and I'm not done writing for them by any means. I have lots of fic ideas and WIPS for them. They're my fav ship to write for. I have just owed @takenquicklys a Maxiel fic for a while now... 😂

I'll still be lurking around these streets while on vacation, bothering you all, and posting cursed content. I'm not planning on disappearing. I'm just not going to force myself to write (for once). If it happens, it happens, but I'm not planning on writing until I get home.

ANYWAY... my plotty Maxiel fic will probably take a few weeks to write, but in the meantime, here's a little snippet for you. I hope you'll enjoy it, even if you're only here for Lestappen! This fic is a little angstier than I normally write... but it will still have lots of Fabby Fluff.

Enjoy besties and have a great weekend!

When Daniel decided to leave Red Bull in 2018, Max was... confused. He wasn’t hurt, necessarily, but it was hard not to take it a little bit personally. Because nobody leaves Red Bull Racing to go to a mid-field team. 

It had to be at least a little bit personal. 

Their last season together got a little rough around the edges. After being teammates for so many years, they were bound to come together on track every now and then. It was nowhere near the battle of the silver arrows back in 2016, but every time they came together in 2018 seemed to be worse than the time before. 

They could usually move past it.

They would ignore each other for a day to cool off, and then they’d pretend like nothing ever happened.

It was good.

It was working.

But some incidents were harder to move past than others.

(Well done, Baku.) 

After Daniel left, things got better. They were able to just be friends again and not worry about being teammates. Max became the veteran of his team and saw new teammates come and go, and Daniel had great results for Renault. 

Everything was going great for both of them. 

But then McLaren happened. 

McLaren took a lot from both of them. 

For Daniel, it took away his pride. It took away his confidence. It turned this tall, cocky, king of the late-breaking man into a too-small, too-skinny, twitchy-on-the-break-pedal kind of guy. It was hard to watch at times. 

To make matters worse for him, everyone compared him to Lando. Which wasn’t fair because Lando had been with McLaren for years. Lando already knew how to get the most out of that shit-box of a car. Daniel still had to learn. 

For Max, it was hard to watch his best friend hit rock bottom. Especially because Max was having such a great year in comparison. He was leading the championship for the first time. He was winning every weekend, his race suit was always damp with champagne, and he was confident that he would become World Champion at the end of the year. 

2021 was the best and worst year of his life. 

He won the championship, but he lost his best friend. 

Fucking McLaren.

#WIP Snippet #woooooo exciting things in the works!!!!!

[mariahmarie13]

i’ve been feeling quite anxious recently, my meds are not working as strongly as they usually would, so i have started relying on myself to make myself feel better. here are some things i’ve done recently to make myself feel even a tiny bit better. 🪴

• i’ve started journaling ATLEAST once a day. wether that be morning or night, i try not to force myself to write positively but just let whatever thoughts flow on the page. sometimes i draw cute little pictures. sometimes i doodle. it gets my mind off things.

• deep breathing. i’ve been doing this ALOT recently and it really helps push those anxious tummy tuning feelings away. it feels like i can finally catch my breath again. close your eyes. breathe in, then out. picture something peaceful too, or something comforting.

• don’t deprive yourself of snacks. if you don’t have an appetite but haven’t eaten anything all day but your craving some chocolate, then eat that chocolate!it’s better than not eating nothing. don’t feel guilty, you deserve a little treat!

• going to bed at a reasonable hour. do not stay up into the ams.. that is literally my motto. going to bed before 12 you are more likely to get at least 7/8 hours of sleep. my thoughts tend to get worse at night so I prefer to sleep earlier and then feel refreshed tomorrow.

• watch your comfort tv show or movie. watching something we have seen before usually can bring us a sense of comfort, because we know what’s going to happen and we know how it’s going to end. this will stop us from watching anything possibly triggering to us.

• unfollow people online that don’t reflect your life. wether that be appearance or body wise, financial and budget wise, etc. we tend to compare ourselves to others online so it’s much better to have them be people that can positively impact our lives instead.

• adding to the reading - put your phone away at bed time, pick up a book instead, ive found recently that reading helps me fall asleep a lot quicker than scrolling online.

• reply to people in your own time. don’t feel obligated to respond to texts and calls straight away.

• i will read atleast one chapter of a book, even if I don’t want to, sometimes i find pushing myself to do this i can really get stuck into the book and finally let my mind rest while i read.

• it’s okay to have a bad day. don’t punish yourself for feeling down. it’s normal, it’s not the end of the world. you’ve gotten through days like this before. remind yourself that this too shall pass.

• take yourself on a date. wether that be to a coffee shop for your fave drink and desert, to your local thrift store with your headphones and podcast on or even just to the beach to watch the waves and journal. spending time by yourself is so important.

• stay hydrated. make sure your drinking plenty of water. i drink sparkling flavoured water because it makes drinking water more enjoyable for me so it doesn’t feel like this awful task.

• stuffed animals and teddies are a lifesaver for me. specially one that smells like someone i love. inhaling that scent and cuddling when your loved one isn’t there is so comforting, and makes me feel so at ease and comforted.

• get outside. atleast once a day!wether that’s on the way to work, to walk to the shop, anything!being outside, letting the sun hit your face or even the breeze on your skin, is so uplifting..put on some music or a podcast and just walk.

• pick up a budget friendly hobby. something that’s fun that doesn’t cost too much money, preferably something that doesn’t involve screen-time. ex: knitting, painting, journaling, colouring, upcycling old clothes, etc.

• light an incense & some candles. turn off the big light in the room & leave only the lamp on. this usually relaxes me whilst reading, watching tv etc. i get overstimulated a lot, especially when it comes to lighting. soft lighting really helps.

• clean your space. i feel absolutely awful if my space is a mess. i try and set a target for myself to do at least one act of cleaning a day, that way i’m not overwhelmed, im doing it at my own pace & i can feel accomplished and proud of myself.

• eat atleast three meals a day. do not skip breakfast! even if it’s only a little bowl of cereal or a granola bar and some coffee, trust me you will thank yourself later when you actually don’t feel like passing out.

• learn to appreciate the things you already have, such as clothes, gadgets, games, etc!you have so much to be grateful for, you really don’t need anything else. you’re so lucky to own a tv to watch your fave show or a laptop to play your fave game. remember that.

• put a positive podcast on in the background whilst doing other tasks. i find this actually helps me think positively even when I’m not actually focused on the podcast. i was shocked at how well this actually works.

#flowers #nature #pink #autumn #october #selfcatering #self love #self care #mental health

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi ! How are you ?

I'd love a match up with jjk , demon slayer and Tokyo revengers boys !

Im an ambivert on introvert side, at first im pretty shy and don't know how to talk but Very affectionative. Might not show it at first but will do and will get attached after getting to knowing you I have , im an Intp Im air-headed individual who seems to constantly wander off in thought , daydreaming and is unable to focus on anything but I think logically not emotionally, im very kind and will not hesitate to help with anything , im also really loyal and respectful towards my friends ! Im an easy going person and im chill with everything I sometimes talk with sarcasm and I don't really get people emotions but I can be really observant about little details and I love complimenting people and make their day better people say that I have very childish demeanor , I will protect my friends and will take a beating for them I tend to overthink alot if im making someone uncomfortable and other things and sometimes it lead me to mental breakdowns but I don't really show it

People always say that I'm a beauty and can be a model and I have a sweet voice, I have really good taste in fashion and always wear whatever makes me happy, I really like anime, Cosplay, books , cats , cooking, horror movies , playing video games and traveling

A/N: Hello, I hope you are having a great day. Sorry this took so long, I had covid and then I couldn’t get myself to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuta Okkotsu

You balance each other out quite a bit

While Yuta thinks and acts with his emotions most of the time you are there to be a voice of reason

Both of you can be found just sitting together while both lost in separate day dreams and trust me the others like to make fun of you for it (Cough toge)

Yuta is extremely good with emotions in the sense that if he thinks you’re pulling back because of worry of being too much, he will do his best to reassure you that everything is fine

Expect many compliments and if you return any he will break, this boy does not know how to handle that

Yuta also enjoys just relaxing with you watching anime or playing games

Just a peaceful relationship consisting of compliments and the occasional pestering from a certain curse speech user

Demon Slayer: Kyojuro Rengoku

He may be very loud and outgoing but he needs someone who will help him relax on his few days off

Pull this man inside and make him take a break while you read a story to him

You may be more introverted but remember Rengoku will want to show you off to the other Hashira so be prepared for that

He will be giving you compliment after compliment and even if he hears people praise his fighting if you respond to a compliment with some along the lines of ‘you’re beautiful too’ he short circuits and can’t think

Don’t worry about being to much for this ball of fire cause he enjoys that you have child like side, it makes it easier to just have fun

The wonder in his eyes when he gets home from a long mission just to see you sitting in the sun off in a daydream, is just magical. He loves that you are so relaxed and carefree that you can let the world slip away for just an instant, so he won’t interrupt you, just quietly sit next to you and ask what you were thinking about when you finally notice he joined you

Tokyo Revengers: Keisuke Baji

This dude thinks exclusively with his fists so having some logical thinking would be good for him

Please for the love of toman do not let this idiot light shit on fire just because he’s hungry, make sure he only commits arson because it’s fun and not out of him being hangry

Anyway being with Keisuke means hanging out with Chifuyu alot, so congrats you get to be the brains for two idiots, just kidding it means you get two nerds to talk with when they aren’t out fighting

Expect to be dragged out to Toman meetings just so he can show off that he got such a beautiful partner, (bonus points if you flip the script and start bragging to the gang about how you got such a handsome boyfriend)

Many dates consisting of yakisoba and anime or horror movie marathons

#x reader #jjk x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #demon slayer x reader #matchups

[shibaraki]

Helloooooo~~~ I feel like it's been so long since I left an ask here! But I don't really have anything specific to ask tho lol...

sooo.... How are you doing! :D I hope you are doing super duper well and if it's cold where you live I hope you are staying warm and eating lost of delicious food! And if it's hot rn where you live I hope you are staying hydrated and enjoying lots of ice cream or other cold treats!

Lol I can't lie but I didn't really get a great start to 2024 but I am trying to make it work! >.< I just deep cleaned my room out and had a long hot shower to get rid of all that grime ewwww :< But I am feeling great now and also very contempt now that I know my room is clean!!!

What about you!? What are you up to?? Anything exciting??? hehe~

hi there nene!! it’s good to see you 🫂 it is especially cold here at the moment but I am keeping warm, are you faring well? I’m sorry to hear the new year hasn’t had the best start but it’s great that you channeled it into doing something productive! nothing like a good spring cleaning—I hope things only get better for you from here!

ahh I also haven’t had a great start but I’m dealing as best I can and hoping this week will improve. I’m not up to anything exciting at the min 😶‍🌫️ mostly focused on taking care of myself…. though I managed to clear all my christmas stuff away which is an honest to god miracle (sometimes the xmas lights will be left on my house for weeks LOL) so I’ll take that as a win.

I’m answering a few days late, so fingers crossed you had a nice weekend (and monday)!

#asks

[whatifimnotevenbipolar]

Depression Tips from an experienced Bipolar:

Sometimes theres nothing we can do. Even if you do all the right things it can still get bad. I’m in my first episode in a while right now, and though I’ve found no way to make it stop, I’ve found ways to make it easier. It’s worth note that my experience is specific to Bipolar Depression. I’ve been dealing with this for at least 5 years now, and I’ve been medicate for less that a year (But meds really do make all the difference).

I have good days and bad days. If you have good days, utilize them. If you have the energy to cook dinner 1 night out of the week, try to make a big batch of whatever you’re making. Throw it in containers so you have meals made for your bad days when the task of cooking feels too hard to make it worth eating. If you never have one of these days eat what you can. No prep food is better than no food. But having something real to eat makes a big difference.

Everyone always says to push yourself to go out and to exercise and this and that. This can be really helpful with generalized prolonged depression, but for me my episodes aren’t super long lasting and not allowing myself to rest can actually make the episode worse. If you feel in control allow yourself to rest. Watch movies. Relax. Just be as intentional with it as you can.

With that being said, there are alot of easy ways to reframe a depressive episode as a time of rest, and sometimes gaslighting yourself works. One of my biggest things is prioritizing cleanliness over everything. If I only have 10 minutes worth of energy I use it on this. If I don’t have any, this is the one thing I force myself to do. I tidy my room. I don’t deep clean it. But I don’t allow dishes in my room. They have to be left outside the door. Garbage goes in the mini trash can. Clothes and clutter goes in the closet away from my sight until the episodes over and I’m able to clean properly. I shower, every day if possible and keep myself in clean, comfy clothes. If I can’t do everyday I keep my hair braided so it stays clean and I don’t feel disgusting. Teeth tends to be the hard thing for me, but rinsing my mouth out has to do sometimes.

In continuation of the intentional rest. Weed does wonders for me. I control my use due to addictive tendencies, but when I’m in an episode I allow myself to use it at my own discretion to soften the sharper edges and prevent any suicidal thoughts from coming up.

Get a big ass water bottle/cup/jug/case of water. I can not fill my water for the life of me when it gets bad. Leaving my room is my biggest barrier so I’ve found ways to work around it without harming myself. Make sure you can keep hydrated without any barriers if at all possible, by any means necessary.

No sad media. That means music. Movies. Shows. It makes it worse. Hard limit. Keep it away. I try to stick to Christmas movies and straight men music.

Take you ur meds if you have them. If you feel like you should go off them, don’t! If you don’t have access to meds, I have a couple tried and true methods that work FOR ME. This might not be the case for everyone. I take D3 and Magnesium. NO MELATONIN// it makes you more depressed. HTP-5 as long as you aren’t on SSRI’s works to increase dopamine and acts as a diy anti-depressant. If all else fails, I’ve always had success with micro-🍄 gummies.

Fuck what you have to do. Do what you want. Doing something you enjoy is better than doing nothing because you feel guilty about not doing the things you’re “supposed” to be doing. Surviving is your priority. Everything else can wait.

#bipolaire #mental health #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #tw depressing stuff #bipolor #ed not ed sheeran #self care #mental illness #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #sewer slide #sewercide

[tecchous-thicc-buttocks]

tips for self confidence? 💓

random af ask but WOO!!! I LOVE ANONS

i've got one main philosophy when it comes to self confidence and that is that insecurity isn't real.

im a person. if I see another person, I would think something about them for like a few seconds then move on with my life. that's literally how I treat myself. "oh i'm ugly" cool thought that lasts 2 seconds. "i'm so damn gorgeous" lasts 5-10 seconds max. onto the next.

my advice is to redirect your doubts away from yourself as an entire person and instead see it as parts of you that you can always improve on. today, you may feel that you're not a worthy person because you got a bad grade on an exam or made mistakes at work, but try to isolate that single aspect away from "you" as a whole. if you wouldn't define yourself based on one good day, you shouldn't for a bad one.

remember that you are not one thing. you are not just your looks, and if you find yourself unattractive, you don't need to be intelligent or funny in order to compensate for this. you don't owe anyone anything, and you don't need to earn the right to exist.

that's in terms of self-love ofc. for the confidence part, it's practice tbh. approach people randomly and give them a compliment. don't overthink before you act, and just do it ™. it is never as deep as you think it is. ask yourself if you saw someone else doing this, what would you think? and when I say that it's practice, I mean try to do more and more little things until it becomes second nature.

I'll give a concrete example: I've been on crutches for the past 10 weeks and take public transportation for a few hours almost daily. when I get on, sometimes there aren't available seats, and I was never able to ask someone to get up and give me their seat. "what if they have a disability I can't see? I'm only on crutches it's just temporary, it's not my right to ask someone to stand up for me. I don't want to be rude" writing it out, I sound pretty stupid, but honestly it took someone else (who was also standing) asking a seated person to get up for me to make me realize I'm lacking confidence for absolutely no reason. If the roles were swapped and I was sitting and saw someone in crutches, I would be the one feeling embarrassed if they asked me to take my seat, not the other way around.

all of this to say that it's always worse in your head than it really is. write out your fear or say it out loud or just verbalize it in your mind and you'll realize how silly it is. I believe that self-confidence is exaggerated nowadays because everything is about the self and the way you're perceived by others, but it really isn't. yeah I'm not the most eloquent person out there. I tend to talk too much when I should really keep things to myself. so what? what's so wrong with that? I work on myself and hope to get better at it someday, but I know my worth. on a fundamental level, I know I'll never be satisfied with myself, but I never equate that with what I am or what I deserve, and that's the essential message of all of this. love isn't about cherishing something perfect and neither is self-love. now read that sentence again.

ty for your ask anon, and I hope whoever you're asking this q for, got even a crumb of what I said and it helped them a little. I'd tell you that you're gorgeous and slay and all that jazz but I think it's more pertinent to tell you that someone, somewhere in this world is creating an oc that looks and acts just like you, wanting to BE you. have a GREAT day and remember to commit tax fraud cutely while hydrating your veins.

#answering asks #STILL I was not expecting this kind of ask #tbh I love it tho if you'd asked me this last year I would've written a whole essay but now idk #taking a moment to step back from your life is great because it gives perspective as to WHY you're doing/thinking something #I did have that moment where everything in my life stopped and now I'm just happy to feel things strongly and live life #anyways anon drop in my dms or askbox again if you want more!! i'm happy to oblige teehee #sorry this took so long btw!!!