#because if wear a pad since that’s what I’m most comfortable with

[words-4u]

as you wish - j.l

wc: 1.5k

a/n: down horrendous for jordan i’m going through it

warning: 18+ smut, swearing

you were jordan’s favourite thing in the world and they would do anything for you. so when you first got together and you wanted to take things slow, it wasn’t an issue.

but then four months passed, five months, six months and the most the two of you have done was dry hump. jordan would never rush you or push you into having sex but they wanted you, all of you, so bad and they were losing their mind with lust.

what jordan didn’t know was that you were just as horny as them. you constantly thought about how good it would feel to have their head in between your thighs but you were nervous, that’s what it all boiled down to.

jordan had mentioned previous partners, a couple fuckbuddies and one serious relationship, which you didn’t mind because of course people wanted them, how could they not?

you, on the other hand, have had zero sexual experience, the kind that actually matters when you enter university and kissing a classmate behind a bush when you were 11 doesn’t count in your books.

so month after month you held off on having sex with jordan because you were unsure of what to do but your desire for jordan has now outgrown your silly little fear.

you sat alone in jordan’s room as they finished their last class of the day. you had plans later that evening with some friends to catch a movie but until then you decided to kill some time by reading in jordan’s room since it has the best natural lighting.

you were so immersed in your book, you didn’t notice jordan come in until the bed dipped and they were kissing your neck.

“oh hello,” you said bringing a hand into their hair as they smushed their face into your neck.

“sorry, you just look so good on my bed reading… the secret diary of anne boleyn?” they asked peering into your lap where the book laid faced down.

“leave me alone, you know how much love history!” you chuckled as jordan sat against thier headboard and pulled you into their lap.

now straddling them, you toyed with the back of their necklace as they peered into your eyes.

“what?” you said in a hushed tone.

“nothing, you just have really pretty eyes,” jordan continued to stare into you with their intoxicating eyes. you started to get shy under their gaze so you broke it by leaning in for a soft kiss.

there couldn’t be a more perfect moment than this one. it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the world. you often felt that way with them but today was different.

“jordan, i-i think I’m ready,”

it took a second for what you said to register with jordan but once it did, their eyes widen a little.

“are you sure?”

you nod in confirmation. “i want to have sex.”

that statement went straight to their dick making it twitch in their pants.

“say that again,” they said as they moved you off their lap and onto the bed hovering over you.

“please fuck me,” you said grabbing their neck and kissing them with a certain passion. jordan had found a comfortable spot between your legs.

“as you wish,” they whispered as they bucked their hip into yours.

you lifted their sweater a little, hands roaming their flat and hardened chest, before jordan took it off completely. you held yourself of using your forearms and enjoyed the view. you’ve seen jordan shirtless plenty of times but knowing they were going to fuck you in a few minutes made the view so much better.

“i think you’re wearing too many layers,” they smirked which prompted you to take off your shirt and bra with no hesitation.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous,” they muttered before encapsulating a nipple into their mouth. a sinful noise left you as their tongue expertly swirled around your breast. their hand showed the other the same amount of attention, rolling the nipple between the pads of their fingers.

impatience got the better of you and before you knew it, you took jordan’s hand brought it down to your core making them cup you. jordan lifts their eyes up at you and you nod. you moved your hands down your body slipping of your jeans and panties along with with it. jordan’s fingers ran through the wetness that had built up, a moan echoed around the room as they circled your clit slowly.

“i’m going to take such good care of you babe, just relax,” jordan whispered in between kisses.

you listened to them, focusing on the feeling of their fingers now teasing your entrance.

“please, please just fuck me,” you begged, making them slip a finger into you, your hands moved to hold onto their back as they gradually increased their pace of thrusting their finger into you, making you moan their name.

“fuck,” you groaned, throwing your head back as they curled both inside you before kissing your lips one last time and making their way down your body once again.

you watched with lust-filled eyes as they kissed down your stomach and hovered over your core, hot breath fanning over your dripping centre.

“is this ok?” they asked kissing your inner thighs, you hastily replied with a breathy ‘yes’ to make them continue. their mouth soon sucked on your clit, back arching and an even louder moan erupting from the back of your throat while they ate you.

with the feeling of them pumping their fingers inside you, combined with their tongue swirling around your clit and them moaning against your core at the taste, it didn't take long for you to reach your orgasm.

“uuuh, jordan!” you yelled out, a rush of euphoria washing over you. you shook as you came down and jordan came back up you body. their face covered in your juices and you felt almost embarrassed.

“look at you,” you laughed hiding your face behind your hands.

jordan shook their heads, “don’t be embarrassed. that was the hottest shit i’ve ever seen.”

they slowly removed your hands from you face and kissed you sloppily. you definitely tasted yourself on their face.

“see? you taste so good,” they smiled smugly.

with a quiet laugh, you pulled them down for a full kiss, tongue immediately pushing into their mouth as they echo your laughter.

it quickly turns into a moan, as does yours when they grind their hips into you before they reluctantly tear themselves away, a small smirk appearing on their face. 

jordan unbuckled his belt getting rid of his jeans and reached over you to grab a condom from their nightstand drawer.

“so just have those in there?” you asked eyeing the the small plastic squares.

“bought them a month ago. i was feeling hopeful,” they responded sheepishly which made you laugh a little.

“presumptuous… but safe. i’ll let it go for now.” you watched as they sit back on to their heels to slide it on.

they are sweet with the way they checked in with you again, hand returning to your cheek. they smile when their fingers run over your lips. you nod, quietly giving your consent once more, and they help you to spread your legs wider so that they could fully lay between them.

they dragged their cock through your folds, catching your earlier orgasm on the tip to slick the way, and with a deep breath, they pushed in.

touching jordan this way, feeling them this way, is something you've been thinking about since the first time they kissed you.

they were sweet in the way that they went slow as they patiently waited for you to adjust and feel comfortable, and it's not long before they’re completely inside you.

they leaned down to kiss you, lips caressed yours softly at first before it shifted into something a little more heated, more passionate.

"you're doing so well for me, babe," they said against your mouth, and the words make you sigh in response, hips once again rocking into you. "you feel so good. does it feel good for you too?"

“so good,” you told them truthfully, hand running down their back. “you fit so well.”

you felt their mouth split into a grin against yours, and you couldn’t help but let out another groan when they pulled out slightly before pushing back in.

jordan looked so beautiful pressed against you, damp hair resting on his forehead. you reached up and pushed the hair out of their eyes and trailed your fingers down their cheek as they continued to slide in and out of you.

you pulled them close and whispered some encouragement as their thrusts became erratic and they let out a deep breath. they felt even more amazing inside of you as their cock filled you with their release, coating both of you with slick warmth as they continued to move.

they gradually slowed their movements, panting in utter relief and pleasure as they came to a halt, resting inside of you with a few lingering twitches. you wrapped your legs around theirs, holding them close for a moment as you soaked in euphoric thrill.

“how was that?” you sighed making yourself comfortable in the bed. jordan joined you, putting an arm around your shoulder pulling you into them.

“are you sure you’ve never had sex?” they joked prompting you to playfully smack their chest.

“i’m so happy we did… finally. i love you, j.”

“love you more, y/n/n”

#gen v #jordan li #gen v imagines #jordan li imagines #jordan li x reader #london thor #derek luh #the boys #gen v fanfiction #gen v amazon #gen v prime

[jasongracesluvr]

MY PJO/HOO HCS !!

Leo has those big ass Mexican blankets with the graphics YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. THE ONES WITH THE ANIMALS AND OCCASIONALLY FLOWERS AND THEYRE BIG AND HEAVY AND MADE OF FLEECE!!!!! (I’m saying this because I have those and literally everybody I know and everybody in my family has at least one.) AND HE CAN NEVER GO A NIGHT WITHOUT IT BECAUSE IT WAS HIS MOM’S AND HE HAD IT EVER SINCE HE WAS A BABY 😭😭😭

Piper threw a water bottle at Leo at the wilderness school after a fight and she got in trouble, but Leo defended her saying he deserved it anyway because he was a dick and that’s how they became friends AND SHE FR WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Jason is always cold and Leo got him one of the big thick blankets and it has wolves on it :) AND HE USES IT EVERY NIGHT AND HE CANT SLEEP WITHOUT IT AND AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE JASON 😭😭😭😭

PERCY CARRIES AROUND PADS AND TAMPONS BECAUSE SALLY TAUGHT HIM WELL AND HE ALWAYS PROVIDES IT FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS IT. I LOVE THIS MAN.

Hazel is a CUDDLER. NO MATTER WHO IT IS SHE IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE WITH SOMEBODY (as long as they’re comfortable with it ofc.) SHE LOVES HER FRIENDS AND ABSOLUTELY LOVES TO BE BY THEIR SIDE !!!!!!!!

Whenever somebody feels sad, Frank always turns into their favorite animal and gives them cuddles. PIPER WAS SAD ONCE AND HE TURNED INTO A PARAKEET AND SANG A LITTLE MELODY WITH HIS LITTLE PARAKEET TWEETS ☹️☹️☹️ HAZEL WAS SAD AND HE TURNED INTO A HORSE AND NUZZLED HER 😭😭😭 I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS

Annabeth is definitely the friend who worries most about everybody’s well beings but refuses to take care of herself. “Piper, put a sweater on, you’re gonna catch a cold!” And she’s wearing shorts in December. “Leo, stop overworking yourself at the forge! You need rest!” And she’s been up for four days straight. “Percy, stop trying to skateboard off of the climbing wall! You’ll get hurt!” AND SHE LITERALLY SWORDFIGHTS WITH THREE PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME IN THE ARENA WITH NO ARMOR ON. She’s so cool man

Reyna and Leo have full blown conversations in Spanish, and Nico joins in because he can somewhat understand some words (because Italian is somewhat similar to Spanish). Thalia, Jason, and Will find it so cool but they desperately want to know what they’re saying. (They talk about how cool and awesome their partners are)

Will picked up a bit of Italian for Nico :DDDD

Nico teaches him Italian (he taught him curse words first)

Jason and Leo are in love and actually they are living together (I’m a valgrace truther)

Leo constantly curses in Spanish

Hazel doesn’t curse much but the one time she did it sounded absolutely sweet because of her transatlantic accent

Did I mention she has a transatlantic accent that mixes perfectly with her Louisiana Accent

Nico curses in Italian

Reyna curses in Latin and Spanish

Jason curses in Latin

Frank curses in Mandarin and French

Percy makes dolphin noises

Annabeth curses in Ancient Greek (canon)

Piper’s grandfather taught her Cherokee, but she learned the curse words by herself

Piper knows taekwondo

Jason constantly cuddles with Leo when they sleep, and Leo loves the feeling of being in Jason’s arms :)))))

Reyna gives piggyback rides to Nico

Leo boops Jason’s nose whenever he sees that Jason is grumpy

Jason scowls at it but he’s lying if he says that he hates it

Jason loves to melt into Leo’s arms after a long day

Leo loves it when Jason plays with his hair

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo hoo #pjo #hoo #Jason Grace #leo valdez #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #valgrace #valgrace is real #percabeth #theyna #solangelo #will solace #this turned into valgrace hcs at the end sorry #valgrace truther #valgrace my beloved #thunderforge

[bellswlw]

modern!ellie williams headcanons

i’ve literally been SITTING on these since april so… i might make a pt 2 who knows but i need to get something out. also cw for fem presenting reader, kindaaaa smut mentions but no full scenes. i think that’s all enjoy<33

ellie definitely talks in her sleep. most of the time is basically incoherent slurring, but sometimes if you get lucky enough to wake up to it, you can hear her having full blown conversations, hand gestures and all. “here. take it, here.” she says, her voice coated thickly with a rasp and her hand held out in front of her. she’s pretending to hold something in her hand, shaking it when whoever doesn’t take what she’s offering. you clasp a hand over your mouth to stop the laugher from bubbling over. but she catches you then, her hand immediately forming into a straight point and saying, “don’t laugh.” and your eyes widen in shock only for ellie to slouch against the mattress with a small huff. she’s fallen asleep again.

i like to imagine ellie cutting off her skinny jeans into shorts in the summer. like taking her knife and just fucking cutting them clean off while she’s still wearing them. and after she’s done she finally looks up at you asking, “they even?” and you have to laugh because… no. her right pant leg was significantly shorter than the left, resulting in her having to slowly, bit by bit trim off more fabric until she had accidentally went from wearing shorts that fell below her knee to ones that rode up the middle of her thigh. she scoffed, trying to tug at the phantom fabric “shit, they’re too short,” and she adjusted them on her, trying to get comfortable in her new clothes and waiting for a response. she looks up at you, and you can’t even draw your eyes away from her thighs. you’d never ever seen ellie i’m something like this, so it was a treat for you. eventually you speak, “i like ’em” and ellie smirks at you before taking a step closer, whispering under her breath, “course you do.”

ellie would do anything for you. including, going with you to your nail appointments and getting her nails done to match yours. although, she kept hers short, with a clear base and small black flames curling under the top coat. she sits patient and quietly for you to be done, watching you scrunch your nose at her and saying “can you itch, please?” and you’d tip your head toward her before a gentle finger swiped away the small tingle. driving home after lunch, she would grip the steering wheel lightly, her fingers still slightly spread apart not being used to the feeling of polish. “you sure it’s dry? it feels heavy.” and she looks over at you before you ask for her hand to check. “ellie, it’s been two hours. i think you’re good.” and you ran the pad of your finger over each finger, she was set. (let’s also not forget how her cheeks flush as she slips her thumb into your mouth and seeing the design disappear and send a flood of wetness straight through her when you release it with a moan)

ellie kissing your thighs before going down on you. that’s it. it’s canon i know it.

she also definitelyyy would have absolutely no self control seeing how good your ass looks in your best jeans, watching as you’re doing something super domestic like loading the dishwasher or switching the laundry… or even simply bending over to grab something you dropped before she slides a finger under the thin strap of your thong and snaps it against your skin. you’d straighten up immediately, letting a gasp fill your lungs before your mouth falls in a hard line. and of course she’d look away, pretending she didn’t do anything with a smirk glued to her face.

i totally headcanon ellie having a red iphone. and she definitely doesn't have a case on it but yet still gets upset every time she drops it and a new crack chips away at her screen somehow dodging her camera

oh and she is a fucking nerd when it comes to comic-con, like in the best way possible. you tag along with her as she walks from booth to booth, nearly dragging you behind her with a single hand. like she wears a lanyard (not around her neck, but strung through one of her jean loops beside her karabiner with her car keys) and everything, collecting new pins with nearly every stop. you stand silent beside her as she talks to someone on the other side of the booth, seeing her grinning from ear to ear when she finds out that one of her favorite characters has an entire spin off series. she turns to look at you for a moment like she couldn’t believe it, and you smile at her before she scrambles to look up the series title on her phone. and as much as it might not be your thing, you just cant deny you don’t get some enjoyment out of it when you see how happy she is when the two of you are finally back in the car. “that, was fucking awesome.” and she sighs in her seat before asking you what you want to eat.

if she’s sitting next to you and not really paying that much attention, your hand will squeeze lovingly on her thigh and it makes her jolt a little, her eyes finding yours to see your smirking at the sudden twitch of her leg. “jeez, be gentle yeah?” and then she’s focusing her attention back to what was before, trying not to think about how later on she’d be wanting to feel the back of yours against hers when she’s drilling her strap into you ass up.

she’s always going “oh yeah?” or “that so, huh?” always egging you on, trying to find your eyes when you look away and feel the heat flood your skin. such a casual dominance about it. wanting to challenge her and be put back in your place with a simple question… one you can’t even answer without lying.

ellie loves tv girl and deftones like… don’t tell me she doesn’t bc your a liar and a fraud— give me money. she loves them. end of story.

#the last of us #ellie tlou2 #bellswlw #inbox ! #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #modern!ellie williams #ellie headcanons #ellie williams x reader

[house-of-lovin]

cuddle bug

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

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Summary: Wednesday seems to have caught a certain bug today, but of course, her stubborn ways would never let her say it out loud. It's up to you to decipher her enigmatic signals.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

Note: soft and stubborn wednesday? hell ya! 🥹 (this is kinda unserious lol)

Word Count: 2.4k+

Wednesday was disgruntled today.

More so than usual, but alas, she felt it as she tapped her boot on Nevermore’s hallways. She was waiting for your class to finish so she can drag you to lunch. Like she always does. The cafeteria would no doubt fill up with her irksome classmates soon.

Even now, before the bell has rung, some students are already strangling by. When the loud ringing does sound, Wednesday is standing straighter than she already is; posture rigid, eyes trained on every person leaving your class until she could spot you.

“Hey.” You greeted her with that soft smile that always manages to make the Addams girl’s heart dart wildly in her chest, like the hummingbirds she used to lay traps for. And, like the latter mentioned, the hummingbird was as hard to subdue as her heartbeat.

“Hello.” Sweet and short like always.

You glance around making sure the coast is clear before leaning down and pecking her cheek, ignoring the way her head turns for her cheek to readily meet your lips – on command. She savoured how your soft, plump lips connected with her skin, already frowning when she felt you pull away too fast for her liking. 

A pair of thumbs gingerly brush her fringe aside, unfurrowing her eyebrows with the pads of your thumbs. “What’s got you looking so grumpy today?” You frown, jutting your lip out excessively as you tease.

“This is my face.” She defends.

You shake your head, disagreeing. “No this is your ‘i’m grumpy about something but i’m not gonna say’ face. There’s a difference.”

Wednesday is pulling back from your touch, walking away fast on her heels. She can hear you laugh but her annoyance overpowered whatever pleasantness the sound usually brings. She felt fingers slot between hers causing the goth’s step to falter, as you entangle them. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” You say, still laughing.

She feels you squeeze her hand when she doesn’t respond.

Wednesday is still walking towards the cafeteria, intent on ignoring you and how well you can read her microexpressions. You tug her aside to a deserted hallway, trapping her against the wall; leaning against her.

The Addams tries her best to put on the most impassive face she can muster as you lean in close, tilting your head to the side. “Wens…” She shivers at the nickname. “What’s wrong?”

“There is nothing wrong. Other than you in the way of satiating my hunger. Now move, so we can join our friends and eat.” She whips back; hating the way her ‘harsh’ words (which have been lacking since you two started dating) makes your features soften even more – as if you were even more enchanted by her, not terrified like it used to make you.

“Okayyy…but don’t say I didn’t ask you.” You squint your eyes at her, leaning down to peck her lips – taking Wednesday by surprise. She doesn’t even have time to relish it because you were pulling her along to the cafeteria.

– – 

You feel a tug on your blazer, looking over it would seem like Wednesday was wearing her usual impassive stare, but you’ve watched her a lot way before you even started dating – the gloominess that followed the goth catching your attention at first glance. She was wearing that same frown from before lunch that has you confused.

Raising a brow, you scoot the bench seat closer, leaning into her space. “You alright?” You question, sliding a comforting hand over her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of your Nevermore jacket. Her jaw clenches so firmly you can see the sharp edges of it protruding. 

She nods stiffly, choosing to turn her attention back to the teacher at the front of the class.

You shake your head in amusement. Electing to be patient with whatever ruminations your girlfriend had. She would tell you when she was physically incapable of keeping in whatever it is that was bothering her inside. So until then, you would let her sulk and pout – Wednesday Addams style.

“You know, you need to tell me what you want. I can’t read your mind, Wens.” You tease, whispering in her ear, enjoying the way she visibly fought off the shivers from your breath.

“I do not want anything.” She grits through clenched teeth, unable to swallow her pride.

“Okay…I was just saying.” You say in that amused tone, unconvinced. Maybe your goth girl just needed her buttons pressed, just a bit more.

You forcefully bite down on your tongue, preventing a squeal from escaping as she pinches your arm in warning. She sends you a deadly glare; daring you to try her.

The rest of class was spent with your chair pressed against Wednesdays as she keeps a firm hand on your jacket. You tried to pull away to write some notes down but Wednesday tugged on your arm, preventing you from doing so. She even had the audacity to throw in a glare in which you rolled your eyes back in response. Only when the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day did she release her hold on you.

You packed your books slowly, allowing everyone to filter out of the class; Wednesday waited patiently by your side. When it was only you and her left in the room, you linked your pinkies together tugging her out of the class. “Come on grumpy, let’s get out of here.”

She clenched her jaw but gripped your finger achingly soft, refusing to let go as you lead her down the hall. “This is not the way to Ophelia Hall.” 

“I know, I left my gym bag in the locker room after fencing practice, I need to go get it.” You replied. The 3-week-old unwashed fencing pants you left in the locker was beginning to form a stench that your teammates are complaining about.

“Fine…” Wednesday reluctantly concedes. You smile at her adoringly, amused that even though she was being a bit of a grump she is still willingly following you.

– – 

Wednesday is agitated now.

She stands off to the side, waiting as patiently as she can for you to finish your conversation. This detour was only so you can pick up your dirty clothes, but now it was nearing past ten minutes since you’d engaged in a conversation with your gorgon teammate and the goth was growing increasingly irate.

Her glare sharpens when she sees the gorgon girl spare a glance to Wednesday making you turn as well. You send her a brief, apologetic smile before facing away and continuing the conversation; it made the Addams’ girl jaw clench firmly.

She had half a mind to stomp over there and drag you to Ophelia Hall, where you were meant to be this whole time. Instead, she silently walks over to stand behind you, catching bits of your discussion.

“Yeah, Coach said he’s gonna make practice harder for the semi-finals.”

“That sucks, I’m still sore from earlier today.” She hears you pout, rubbing a soothing hand on your aching shoulder.

“Yeah right, you barely broke a sweat, I would know. I was watching.” The gorgon rolls her eyes, a hint of flirtatiousness evident in her tone and Wednesday was fighting the urge to yank her by the tendrils of her snake-like hair. Instead, she clears her throat loudly – making her presence known.

You turn with a warm smile, “Sorry, Wends. I’m taking too long.”

Looking back at your gorgon teammate, who had the audacity to look peeved at being interrupted, you apologized and excused the two of you. Slinging the gym bag over your shoulder, you link pinkies with Wednesday and tug her out of the gymnasium and to Ophelia Hall. Wednesday doesn’t miss her opportunity to glare at the gorgon, who cowered under her vicious stare; pride swelled in her little black heart.

“Okay, grumps. Seriously, what’s up?” You ask when you get to her dorm, letting your linked fingers drop. She walks ahead of you, ignoring your question – moving around the room to busy herself. 

You walk over to Thing, who was silently (not that he can say much) watching you and Wednesday from Enid’s bed. Plopping down with a sigh when you get no answer, you nudge the hand, “What are you reading?” 

Thing slides the magazine over for you to see, “‘10 nail trend predictions for the fall that you won’t want to miss.’ Very interesting, Thing. Did you decide on a favourite?”

You can hear your girlfriend’s displeased huffs as she moves around the room; setting up for her daily one-hour writing time. You ignore her, focusing on Thing’s rant about his own fall nail colour predictions.

“Hmm… I think I prefer the sage green, it would look great against your skin.” 

“Are you two finished?” Wednesday cuts in.

‘What’s wrong with her?’ Thing signs to you.

“Not sure, she won’t tell me. Does she ever do that to you, Thing?” You ask, ignoring the girl’s vicious glare. If you weren’t pushing buttons before, you definitely were now.

‘All the time.’ He signs making you laugh. You were just glad to have a sympathetic ear…or hand.

“Sometimes I wish my powers extended to reading minds but then that would take away the fun, wouldn’t it?” You asked rhetorically, sparing Wednesday a smug smile. 

When you look away you feel a breeze of air fly past your cheek. Turning around with widened eyes, you nearly yelled at seeing the knife impaled to the wall, “did you just throw a knife at me?!”

“I gave you a warning.”

“Are you two finished is hardly a warning.” You scoffed, frowning as you watch Thing scurry out of the room; fear present in the way he crawled. You would laugh if you didn’t currently share his fears. 

“What happened to ‘heads up’? Better yet, why don’t we try to keep our girlfriend’s heads connected to their bodies? It would be unfortunate if yours lost hers.” You pout for sympathy, wearily walking over to where she sat by her typewriter. It’s a gamble to try to approach the Addams during her sacred writing time; it was like willingly offering yourself up as dinner to a hungry bear.

You walk in slow, cautious steps, making your presence known to the goth. Only once you were close enough did you place your palms on her shoulders; feeling her tense under the pressure. You squeeze lightly, easing some of the tension in her shoulder blades. You can tell Wednesday secretly enjoys your shoulder rubs by the way she leans into your touch.

“Wednesday,” You say firmly as you press into her shoulder, making her hiss. “What is going on with you?”

“There is nothing going on with me.” She grits, you can feel how hard she’s clenching her teeth just by the way the veins in her neck visibly protrude through her soft, pale skin.

You sigh at her stubbornness, electing to lean down and press a soft kiss on the junction where her neck and shoulders meet. She tilts her head to the side as a reflex; it gets her to drop the repressed tension.

Continuing your pecks, you slowly turn her chair to face you. You see her eyes fluttering open when you disconnect your lips from her neck as if she was suddenly brought back to reality; the impassive gleam in her eyes returning. 

“Come on,” You tug her by the hands, walking over to her bed. “You can kill me about missing your writing time, later.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes but allows herself to be tugged along, despising how you already knew what she was going to say. 

“Lay down.” You ordered, dropping her hands.

She says nothing, just staring back at you with an upraised brow.

‘Really?’ her fringe-hidden brows are saying. You were fluent in the language of Wednesday Addams’ micro-expressions.

You roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off and hopped into her dark sheets. You wiggle around, smiling cheekily as you got comfortable in the warm covers. How a person who felt like a frozen tundra sleep in a warm oven for a bed, well, it just doesn’t make sense… but you were definitely not complaining.

Patting a hand on your stomach, you say, “come on, lay down on me.”

“I am not a toddler.” She crosses her arms; she tries to avert her gaze from your figure but her flittering glances told you, you had her hooked. 

“Wednesday, get in the damn bed,” You raise your tone, smacking a hand on the mattress. 

The Addams clenches her jaw, muttering indecipherable threats under her breath, but gets in beside you anyway. “I said, lay down on me…”

You turn to her, raising an expectant brow. The goth draws her eyes to slits, slowly moving her weight to rest on top of your body; gently laying her head under your chin. 

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” You rub patterns on her back, relishing the way she physically melted into you.

She pinches your side for the second time today, making you flinch. “Shut up.”

You chuckle, pecking the top of her head, letting the silence envelop the room. The sounds of Wednesday’s slow breathing and the slight breeze of the late fall afternoon can be heard through the cracked oval window. You can tell she was on the precipice of sleep just by how her grip on your shirt loosened.

Suddenly you’re thinking, laughing to yourself. 

“What’s so funny?” She mumbles sleepily into your neck, trying to get comfortable in your hold. 

“Is this why you’ve been such a grump all day? You just wanted to cuddle?”

She stays silent but you feel the way she tenses making you laugh.

“I think someone caught the cuddle bug, but just didn’t wanna say…” You tease.

This time the punch in your side has you heaving, coughing out rough breaths. “Ow…okay I deserved that.”

“I will leave this bed and happily continue my writing time if you resume this behaviour.” She warns, but the peril in her eyes was missing making you smile fondly.

“No, no… come back.” you lay back down to get comfortable, wrapping a firm arm around her waist. She settles back into your chest, burying her nose against your collarbone; subtly nuzzling her nose against your warm skin. It felt immaculate against goth’s perpetually cold skin.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You press a kiss on her forehead.

“It is foolish of you to think that I would care if you left this bed,” she mutters weakly.

“Mhmm,” You hum, laughing. “Goodnight, my love.”

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#wednesday addams #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x you

[oddballwriter]

Moon Boys w/ Reader who is on their Period

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Warnings: Mentions of periods, cramps, and other period symptoms (of course). Reader is kept gender neutral for all my he/hims and they/thems who still have their periods. Mention of Layla, I know that’s not really anything but whatever.

Author’s Snip: Guess who’s on his period! Me! So might as well use this as something to help fill out my MoonKnight masterlist.

Notes: There is no dysphoria talk in here but if anyone wants that they can request it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Steven of course knows what a period is but he’s never actually been with someone long enough to come to the part were they would get their period or see them while on their period

He’s great support though

If you have any issues while on your period like bad cramps or fatigue he’s right there to help

Steven actually reads up and researches as much as he can about periods and menstrual cycles to actually understand what’s happening and how to help you

If you hold up fine on your own then he respects that but if you need something he’s on it

Literally nothing is too big of a task for him. If you want a specific snack then he’s going to go get it and some extra things

He’s had a cashers look at him after noticing all the stuff he’s buying and say “You’re a good man.” or just give him a knowing look

Steven does get a little scared if your moody because he doesn’t like feeling like you’re mad at him. But he understands.

I mean you’re bleeding against your will for several days and can sometimes be in pain and still have to go on with your day like you’re not. That’s defiantly not comfortable. He’d be a bit snappy if he had to go through that. 

Steven is a huge cuddle bug so if you want him to hold you while you sit through a cramp he’s right there and holding your heating pad for you

He’s just a sweetie the whole time

Marc Spector

He was married to Layla

He knows how it goes

Marc isn’t doting like Steven (very much) is, but he’s not going to tell you to walk it off either

If you’re stuck in bed because your period isn’t going easy on you he’ll get you what you need, but he’s still very much Marc about it

“Alright. Think of what you need because I’m not gonna walk back and forth repeatedly.” 

For the most part he leaves you alone and lets you come to him since he doesn’t want to get in your space and bother you

Marc memorizes and remembers when you usually get your period and so he’s able to prepare for it so that you don’t have to worry about running out of pad/tampons or painkillers

Again he’s not going to treat you like your sick and dying but he still very much cares about you and wants to make sure you’re okay

You can twist his harm into getting you a specific snack if you do puppy dog eyes and hit him with the “pretty please”

Is he aware that you use that against him? Yes. Is he mad that it gets him every time? Yes. Is he still going to drive all the way to the store? Also yes.

Jake Lockley

“Beba, I’m in the period aisle. What pussy size you wear.” energy

You know he would. Jake’s the type of man to do that. Don’t argue with me

So all the boys know your cycle and what time frame you get your period. But Jake is able to be most on the dot

It’s kind of creepy because he knows exactly when you’ll get it but Jake’s just used to being observant and so he just recognizes it more than the rest of them

This also leads to him telling when you’re really going through it with your cramps and just trying to keep a brave face

When he sees that he just picks you up and puts you on the couch with your heating pad, pills, and a blanket

Whatever you were doing before doesn’t matter, he’ll do it. You go ahead and just lay there and relax as best you can

To all my Mexicans and hispanics reading this, if you’re cramps are bad then he puts his hand on your stomach and does “Sana sana colita de rana, si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana” to help you feel better and also make you laugh if you know what it is

For context to any non hispanics, “Sana sana colita de rana, si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana” is a rhyme that parents will do while rubbing where their child got hurt or feels pain

#moonknight #moon knight #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #period comfort

[causticjuice]

Kinktober Day 13 — Menophilia

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: This was actually my first fic idea ever and I wrote most of it a while ago. I'm not that happy with it, because I think I actually made quite a bit of progress in terms of my writing ability. But if it’s just sitting there, I might as well post it. 

Tags: SMUT (MDNI, 18+), menophilia (menstruation kink), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

Word count: 1k

ao3

Your periods have been a mixed bag all your life. Sometimes pretty painful and generally inconvenient. Depending on your emotional state, though, they can get pretty bothersome. Ever since a particular event in your relationship, however, sometimes you could almost say you look forward to your period.

One night, you were feeling particularly annoyed at having to deal with this nuisance. You were lying on Secondo’s bed, listening to him complain about some sibling, clergy member or ghoul, you couldn’t even remember. Clearly, your lack of engagement in the conversation was obvious.

“And then he had the gall to- Are you even listening to me?” He asked, looking up at you with a lowered head.

“Sorry… could you repeat that?” You replied while furrowing your eyebrows and rubbing your forehead. You tried your best to give him a sincere smile, but all you could manage looked halfhearted and pained.

“Amore, is everything okay?” He sat down on other side of the bed, his torso turned toward you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Don’t brush me off, per favore. I can see something’s wrong, I am no fool.”

“It’s really nothing. It’s just… I’m on my period.”

“Hm, I see. And if I may ask, what about it upsets you, tesoro?” He got his legs up on the bed and leaned closer to you.

“Well it's just… I don't feel great. And I have been stressed about my duties here lately, so it’s worse than usual.”

“Ah, I understand. I can tell this is a… complex issue. Still, may I share my perspective?” He gently placed a hand on your knee that was closest to him, where your leg was bent.

“Sure,” you placed your palm over his.

“You are a warrior. You fight every day to be who you are. And the blood you shed is that of battle.”

“Yeah, I like that. Keep going.”

He shifted closer to you.

“Isn’t blood something we celebrate here in the church? Something so visceral, so raw. Grotesquely beautiful. It shows you’re alive. And it’s delicious,” he drew out the last word and the intensity in his eyes seemed almost threatening.

You exhaled loudly in amusement but he stayed unmoving.

“Do you mean…?”

“Sì. I would like to taste you. If you are comfortable.”

The sudden turn of the conversation left you reeling but very aroused at the thought of his face covered in your blood.

“Yes- fuck. Please.”

He slid his hand from your knee to the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down together with your underwear. You were glad you decided to use only a pad that day.

“Will you get a towel?”

“No need. I won’t waste a drop.”

He was eager now, looking almost feral. He spread your legs and leaned down to inhale deeply through his nose. He let the breath out with a hum, closing his eyes. All of a sudden, he started unbuttoning his shirt, as if he just remembered that it was still on him. You could only stare, captivated as he discarded it on the floor.

Now only wearing his slacks, he lied down on his stomach below you. His hands began wandering over your thighs, up and down, back to your ass, thumbs almost reaching your crotch, but not quite. Until one of them did, sliding from the bottom of your opening to your clit, making you gasp. Then he spread you with both thumbs, captivated by your body.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, lunged at your cunt with a growl and latched onto it with his mouth. His tongue started lapping at you immediately, and once he got all he could on the outside, curling inside of you. It moved up to swirl around your clit, his mouth already smeared with blood and eyes looking unhinged and locked on yours. The sudden stimulation was overwhelming but his enthusiasm was intoxicating. It felt like he wanted to eat you alive.

He was sliding a finger inside you while his tongue was still working your clit. As he began to curl and pump it, you knew it was for your pleasure but also his own, to stir the blood within you. Then he pulled the finger out, held it towards you and you opened your mouth eagerly, latching around it and sucking. The coppery, bitter and salty taste lingered on your tongue as you wondered how it tasted to him.

He put his lips back on your entrance to get what he had agitated with his hand. He was eating you out like a starving lunatic and yet it felt so incredibly good, like he was executing a deliberate and well developed technique. With his tongue deep inside you, his hooked nose was grazing your clit, so you pushed his head down. You couldn’t help thrusting to grind yourself on his face, but his hands grabbed your hips and shoved you back down.

He pulled off of you and looked into your eyes, looking like a wild animal. Your blood was smeared on the entire lower half of his face and his lips were pulled into a snarl. He once again lowered his hand between your legs and shoved two fingers inside without warning. You gasped and threw your head back in surprise. When you adjusted enough to be able to open your eyes, you saw his gaze still locked on you and tongue snaking down to flick your clit.

With his fingers pounding you and his tongue moving so fast it looked like a blur, you were rapidly approaching your climax. You were whimpering and writhing under him, losing your mind from the stimulation.

“Ohh, f- Yes! Papa!” you screamed as you came while gripping the sheets at either side of you.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked all remaining blood off of them. He dipped his head down to lick a long broad stroke over your slit one final time, which made you shiver.

“Thank you,” you breathed, watching him sit up.

“It was my pleasure. Do you feel better?"

"Yes, I do. Much better."

"I am glad to help. Now and in the future."

He was able to help many more times after that night.

#each time I post I cut it closer to midnight #my fic #smut #mdni #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #secondo x reader #ghost the band #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band smut

[wishing-stones]

Hewwo! As a bit of a newb to the AU Sanses, I have been super curious about the whole “Error can’t / won’t touch people” thing and have read a bit about it but I’m still not totally sure I understand, so I’d love to hear your opinion on his whole thing he’s got going on.

Is it more like a negative physiological reaction between software vs magic since magic is made (depending on who you talk to) of energy/crystallized light and software operates by way of electrical signals so energy vs electricity = bad time???

Or is it more like … no matter What he touches, it hurts because he’s so unstable? But different things hurt & destabilize him more than other things???

Or is it more of a psychological aversion????

I LOVE the idea of Error being able to tolerate & possibly come around to touch a human S.O. But … depending on WHY he can’t touch things … that might be more or less difficult to do. If it’s Option 1 then it makes more sense that he was surrounded by monsters (& beings made of OUCH Energy) so he Developed a psychological aversion to touch (like, bro, that sucks, right?) but because humans are Not made of Ouch Energy then it might take some time to get over the psychological barrier but it would be nice if it didn’t actually hurt, you know?

But if the cause for his Touch Aversion is something else, that might be harder. You know? So what’s your Take / Understanding of the Error No Touchie situation?

Looooottsss of this is my own headcanon:

Error is canonically Haphephobic, and doesn't like being touched. He usually glitches out hard or straight-up crashes if someone touches him. It doesn't... hurt so much as is incredibly uncomfortable and makes his bones itch uncomfortably.

This, in my opinion, is because most of the contact he has is with other skeleton monsters, so a lot of that touch comes with the sensation of bone-on-bone, which to him is like fingernails on a chalkboard. Even the slightest brush makes him grit his teeth and freeze up for a moment. He doesn't have this issue so much with softer things, and doesn't generally freak when Nightmare grabs him and throws him. The tentacles aren't made of bones...

On the other hand, if he gets tackled out of the blue by Ink, for example, he's going to flip his shit. (Especially because neither of them wear clothing with very much padding, so it made an audible clack that almost sent him straight into a crash.)

Humans are soft, no matter where you touch them. The only hard bits that don't come with padding are teeth, which... if he's gotten to the point where he's comfortable with kissing a human s/o, he's probably okay with the occasional brush of teeth, but... lips help with that. (By the same stroke, he's not keen on being bitten in spicier scenarios because of the aforementioned bone-on-bone contact.)

He's touch-avoidant with everyone, but once he figures out a human doesn't hurt to touch, he'd start exploring that one further, and probably without any romantic intent first.

His magic is wonky, but he is still made of it. His code is just... all borked up, which is a thing that connects him to the multiverse more than physically makes him up. Other monsters aren't made of Ouch Energy, it's just the skeleton ones he has an issue with (and, unfortunately, deals with the most.)

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. error #tbh he's got a good reason to have that aversion #just THINKING about it makes MY teeth set ugh

[ladylooch]

Could you write a blurb where Em & T have not been having sex for a few weeks because of several incidents? Maybe Lee gets sick, then T has a long roadie with the team and when they finally have an opportunity together, they are so lacking in each other!

Smidge of 18+ content below!

As I’m walking up the stairs, little baby giggles flow down from the bathroom in the middle of the hall. A yawn stretches my mouth apart as I peek my head in at my boys. Lio is in the bath, splashing at clouds of bubbles with his floating turtle. 

“Bleee!” He squeals to his dad, showing him the turtle.

“Turtle.” Timo says to him. Lio moves his mouth, trying to repeat the word, eyebrows low in concentration. Timo works the washcloth over Lio’s neck and shoulders. “Tuuuuurtle.” He extends the word, seeing if Lio can repeat it.

“Oooo!” Lio responds.

“Not even close.” Timo shrugs with a laugh. He takes a handful of water, gently running it along Lio’s body to wash the suds off. I yawn again, catching Timo’s attention. “You done working?” He asks looking back as Lio sways in the tub. He is very tired and having a hard time sitting up. 

“For the night.” I confirm. I bite my lip as Timo nods back to me. 

Things feel weird between us. Nothing has happened. It’s life and sickness that seems to be getting in the way. We’re just off. Not us. And I hate the distance I can feel between us when he’s right here with me. I’m used to missing him when he is across the country, but not like this.

“Do you need help?” I ask, picking at my thumb nail.

“No, I can do bedtime tonight.” He responds. “I’ll bring him to you for kisses soon.” He doesn’t look at me again. Instead, he blows his lips into a motor at Lio who has traded the turtle for an airplane. 

“Okay.” I whisper, pushing off from the door to walk to our bedroom.

While Timo finishes with Lio’s bath, I get myself ready for bed. I wash my face, put on my night creams, and change into comfortable pajamas. Before I came upstairs, I contemplated a sexy night gown for him to find me in. But with his disinterest, it now seems like too much effort.

I’m sitting in bed, rubbing lavender lotion into my arms when Timo comes in with Lio. Our son’s forehead is pressed against his throat. He’s wearing dark blue footie pajamas with dinosaur’s tonight. His brown hair is slicked back, curly Cs sticking to his neck. I smile, opening my arms for him. Timo flies him into my arms, sitting next to me on the bed.

“I love you.” I tell Lio, kissing both of his cheeks then his forehead and finishing with his nose and lips. He is so tired. His blue eyes close, long, dark lashes, fluttering against his cheek bones. “Goodnight, sweet boy.” I say with a final forehead kiss.

“Bubba…” Timo murmurs as he takes Lio back. “Do you know you have the world’s most beautiful mama?” I blush hard, rolling my eyes to play off his compliment. “Can I have a kiss too, mama?”

“You think you’re as cute as Lee?”

“Yeah.” He leans forward. I reach for his cheek, pulling his face to mine. Our lips press together in a light smooch. “I’ll be right back.” He eventually mumbles against my mouth. 

Timo returns shortly, walking into our room while munching on a sandwich.

“So, uh, what’s up with the pajamas?” He motions and takes another bite. I look up from my phone at him. “It’s been like 3 weeks since you’ve touched me.” He elaborates. “Why don’t you like me anymore?” I scoff then laugh.

“You haven’t touched me either.” I defend.

“You were sick.” He shrugs. “Then Lio was sick. Then I was sick. Then I went out of town.” He takes another bite then continues. “I tried to start something in the kitchen yesterday and you were not feeling it.” He isn’t wrong. I was touched out from Lio. 

“Fair…. Well, you can touch me tonight.” 

“Where?” He asks, licking across his teeth as he finishes his sandwich. Our gazes hold as he awaits my answer.

“Every where.”

“Chicken.” He calls as he pads over to the bed. He puts his large palms on the comforter. “Say it.” He challenges me. I look away giggling then pounce at him. He laughs, curling me into his chest to make out with me. Our hands are everywhere. Lips moving away from each other to explore other areas of our upper bodies. Our fingers work our clothes off. Timo bites at my neck teasingly as I put my hands around his thick shaft. His pleasureful groan is instant.

He won’t be lasting long.

Then his fingers slide against my clit and I know, neither will I.

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier Blurb #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #new jersey devils

[positivexcellence]

Jared Padalecki Teases a Dark Future for the ‘Walker’ Boys: ‘It Gets Real Bad’

Damn, son. Even when you are basically sitting in a cell in captivity, Walker has it harder than the rest of us!

Jared Padalecki: I know, I know! What in the world? Who thought this was a good idea?! [Laughs]

How was it filming those scenes? Because for the most part, it’s just you and Gen…and this is not glamorous at all.

It is not glamorous. And it also wasn’t super comfortable. In the clothes I was wearing, since I’m in shorts and my running gear, you can’t put any pads on. So if you’re banging around on the ground or into the cell bars, it’s just you. And I’m getting old. I’m 40 now, so now everything hurts a little bit more for a little bit longer. [Laughs]

Yeah, you might want to quit with the running and maybe just get yourself an elliptical.

[Laughs] I think you’re right. Yeah. I’m actually going to borrow your suggestions there. I promise. I’ll send the receipt to prove it.

Now, it’s interesting the way we kind of see what your captors want out of you and this interrogation situation seems very Black-Ops.

Yeah. We find out, needless to say, that Walker has a target on him…always will and always does. You know, he’s the Ranger that makes the news. And if you were to purely just look at his file, you might think like, “Hey, he doesn’t really play by the rules. Maybe he’s anti ‘the rules,’ as well!” Even though viewers and the Walker family know that that’s just kinda who Walker is: He very much believes in what he’s doing for a living. So yeah a lot of Black-Ops stuff that we continue to find out more about as the season progresses.

So they really are looking to radicalize you in some way?

That’s what they state their goal is. They’re claiming to want something, but in true Black-Ops form, I think we might be concerned that they actually want something else and they’re just going about it in kind of a novel way. They certainly figure that Walker has done training to deal with stuff like this if the situation ever arises and so, they’re playing chess. They certainly would love to break Walker and remake him in their likeness. But if they’re unable to, then they have options, B, C, D, E, so on and so forth.

And if Option B is bringing in Liam, one can only imagine what is after that.

Correct. That’s where it really changes things. I think Walker assumes once he’s been kidnapped that you know, it’s gonna be all-hands to find him and find why he’s missing. And you know, he very much believes in his partner and teammates, that they’ll get him, He’s obviously concerned about missing his daughter’s graduation and not being there for the family and missing these big moments that he’s committed to ever since he came back from being undercover, but he knows that he’s tough and has got thick skin and can get through this. It’s when they kidnap his brother, who certainly has not had the training to deal with that kind of stuff, that’s when everything changes.

How bad does it get for the two of you? Because I’m assuming that they want you to see Liam being tortured.

Oh, it gets, it gets real bad. It gets to the point where Walker knows he has to do something and obviously he doesn’t have a lot at his disposal. He’s caged up and unable to really move around. He doesn’t have any weapons. And they always bring in multiple guys to make sure that they’re compliant, right? It gets so bad that Walker knows he’s got to do something.

They’ve been playing with a lot about the white hat theme. It’s a big part of the marketing art and we see one in this episode…so are we gonna see Walker being forced into “black hat” territory? Having to do some illegal stuff to keep the rest of his family safe going forward?

Yeah. Going forward, he’s having to toe that line that we love playing with in the writer’s room and as producers. That space where he doesn’t want to break the law outright and obviously he’s got a lot of eyes on him right now, not just with [his kidnappers] but within the Texas Rangers organization as well. And so he’s going to have to do a lot of soul searching and find out just how far he’s willing to go without compromising the people he cares about, while also not compromising his job.

I’m loving the fact that Emily is now like his true north that comes to him in times of need.

Yeah. She was always his rock. And so to some extent, he’s kind of been a ship at sea without a sail ever since he lost her. And so in these especially desperate times, I think if Walker could summon her whenever he wanted, then she’d be there the entire time. [Laughs] But she shows up in times when he really, really needs her, when he needs the person he loves and respects the most to bounce ideas off. Emily is to Cordi as Gen is to me.

And how was it getting to those super emotional scenes together again? Saying “Don’t leave me” to the woman you would say the same thing to in real life?

You know what’s funny is that line specifically was not scripted, but it’s what Sam says to Dean in the Supernatural series finale. The exact same words. So I was like, “Hey, I wanna do something here.”

Amazing. And so while you’re locked up in hellacious conditions, everyone else is at the Walker Ranch, getting to play with each other in these big brightly lit scenes. Did you miss getting to be with the rest of your cast?

Yeah! It’s like, they’re having fun, don’t mind me! I’m still over here getting tortured and y’all go joke around on set and have on-stage air conditioning. I’ll just be over here getting the waterboarded. [Laughs] They knew that Walker was not gonna miss Stella’s graduation, come hell or high water. So if he’s not there, something bad has happened.

I also need to point out that fantastic scene between Augie (Kale Culley) and Stella (Violet Brinson) that so mirrors the Walker-Liam relationship.

Oh, it’s brilliant. And we play with that a lot throughout the rest of the season. And it’s really funny because Kale, you know, he’s 17, he’s gonna be 18 in May, and is very much going through what Augie is going through. And so our writers are amazing at understanding who each person is, not just as [a] character, but as a human. And so Kale is gonna be an adult in a couple of months and he’s going through this little bit of “What do I do? What’s the best way?” as, you know, we all do. And that doesn’t just stop at 18. I’m 40 and I’m still trying to figure it all out. [Laughs]

I’m ready for like Trey (Jeff Pierre), Cordi, and Cassie (Ashley Reyes) to start working together on cases.

I know, right?!

There is such potential for a Three Musketeers situation with Captain James (Coby Bell) above all of you and in on it.

Well, well, not to say too much, but I think you might get what you want.

Sweet. Now…for Cordi’s flashbacks, we’re going to see somebody else playing you in the younger military version, right?

Yep. It’s awesome. We have a surprise in store that was a fun…I don’t know what they call it. A casting process, a fun thought exercise? It’s gonna be a great Easter egg but also, it was fun before we even got into casting to go like, “What to do?” You know, I’ve worked with hundreds or thousands of actors on Gilmore Girls, Supernatural, and Walker. And so I was like, “Okay, well who do we know? Who do I trust? And who can pull it off?” And so we have an awesome Easter egg in store.

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#Jared Padalecki #walker

[uwingdispatch]

Every Embrace

Every Embrace

Notes: Bodhi Rook/Gender Neutral Reader, disabled reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, fluff and angst

CW: PTSD, chronic illness, disability, medical settings, implied sexual intimacy

Ao3 Link

★★★★★★★★

You don’t know many people who wear glasses. Most beings on Chandrila and other developed worlds undergo a simple surgery to correct their vision. But Bodhi—he had a particularly unpleasant experience with the Imperial surgeon who’d worked on his eyes at the academy, and he has no intention of ever having that kind of surgery again. Which means the goggles he wears for other mechanical work aren’t just a safety precaution—they now have prescription lenses. And if he needs to read anything, whether it’s his data pad or a cereal box, he needs glasses.

At the moment, Bodhi is frantically going through every drawer in the house. “Love,” he asks, “are you sure you didn’t move them?”

“I never touch your glasses,” you say. “Because of exactly this.”

He sighs. “I could have sworn I left them on the table in the living room.”

It occurs to you that Bodhi fell asleep reading on the sofa last night and had to be coaxed to get up and come to bed. After lifting a few cushions, you find not one but two pairs of specs in the sofa. You call his name and hold your findings up in front of you.

His smile brightens his whole face. “I was starting to feel a bit mad,” he says. “Where were they?”

“Couch cushions.”

Bodhi takes the lenses from you, puts one pair on the kitchen counter and one on his head, like he used to wear those welding goggles back during the war. You know based on your own experience with eye health, and the eye health of many of your peers, that one of these days your partner is going to find himself needing corrective lenses for more than just reading. As you watch him return to his task, hunched over the recipe he’d been trying to read, those glasses ever so slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose—you can’t help but think how handsome he looks.

“Good,” he says. “I added a few things to the grocery list, and I’ve sent it to Cilvie in case you two want to do that tomorrow.”

“Bodhi—”

“It’s fine if you don’t. I can take care of it after work.”

“We can probably go to the store tomorrow. But I need you to sit down. You haven’t stopped moving since you got home.”

Bodhi sighs, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” he says. “I just feel like…maybe I’m forgetting again.”

Every fiber of your being wants to run to him, but you know he needs to come to you. With his memory—he doesn’t talk about it if he doesn’t want to and you know not to pry.

So you sit on the couch, take a deep breath, close your eyes. And when you open them, he’s there, next to you. He wraps his arms around you, his big hands gentle and warm. He slides his glasses to the top of his head again, pushing back his hair.

“You always figure me out,” he says. “But please don’t panic on my behalf.”

“Are you actually comforting me right now, Bo?” you ask. “When you’re clearly struggling?”

“No one calls me that but you,” he says. “Not since I was small.” He stares straight ahead for a moment, something in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely here with you.

“Bo,” you say, “come back to me.”

He smiles, takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Sometimes…” he says, pausing to take a breath. “Sometimes it’s nice for me to just be able to take care of you. To make sure you are safe and happy. Maybe it’s a bit selfish but it’s something I couldn’t do even for myself for a long time.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you notice how nice he smells—some combination of shampoo, the clean cotton of his shirt, a light cologne he knows you like. You want to ask him what he’s thinking, whether he’s okay. But you know he has more to tell you. And the only way you’ll hear it is if you wait for him to be ready.

It’s not long before he lets out a long breath and says, “I made a doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago. Neurology specialist.”

“That’s a big step,” you say, wondering how much he’d been keeping from you, knowing how he hates the idea of burdening you with his own health issues. “You could have told me—I know this is really hard on you.”

“I know. It’s just a little too real, I guess.” He pauses. “But I have to know.”

It had been years since Bodhi had had his mind violated by Bor Gullet, a being who could not only see inside your mind but change it, move things around, make you believe anything or leave you with nothing at all. Bodhi was lucky to have mostly recovered, but there were side effects—then and still. For a while doctors said his symptoms lined up entirely with his PTSD, but Bodhi wasn’t so sure. Doubts like that can overwhelm a person, and now, after all this time wondering if he might have some kind of brain injury, there’s only one way to find out for sure.

“When is it?” you ask.

“Well,” he says, a “It was set for a few months from now. But I got a call right before I left work today and there’s an opening tomorrow. So…”

You take his face in your hands, gently caress his short beard before drawing him into a brief kiss. “I’m proud of you,” you say. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

“We?”

“I’m not letting you do this alone.”

“All right then,” he says. “The specialist is on Hosnian Prime. We’ll have to leave early.”

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be with you.”

Bodhi takes your hand, brings it to his lips for a sweet kiss. “Thank you, love.”

You hear Cilvie chirping from down the hall: packing your bag.

Someone in this house is always eavesdropping, but it is nice of your droid to take care of that for you. You thank her, and then look to Bodhi, his big, dark eyes reflecting so much love.

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. “We’ve got this.”

*

You’d been living together for just a few months the first time Bodhi went to a doctor’s appointment with you. He’d actually suggested it, hoping to provide some comfort, maybe even get some insight into what to watch out for in an emergency. If it had been any other man, you might have balked at the idea, wondered what controlling nonsense he was up to. But it was Bodhi, the most sincere being you’d ever met. So you agreed.

Unfortunately, the appointment he joined you on had brought a decent amount of bad news. Medications weren’t working as they were supposed to, side effects of other medications might be too risky given your conditions. You left feeling somehow both deflated and panicky. When Bodhi came in from the waiting room, the physician had nothing helpful to share with him, either.

In the turbolift, on the way from the doctor’s office to the parking garage, Bodhi asked you, “How are you feeling? I mean, physically.”

“Not terrible,” you told him. “Same as this morning.”

“Right,” he said. “Okay, well, we’re getting dessert then.”

“Have you even had lunch?” you asked.

“I think dessert is in order regardless,” he said, putting an arm around you, bringing your body close to his. “Maybe a bit of chocolate, even.”

Bodhi touched his nose to yours and you closed your eyes, breathing in the comfort of being close to him, his familiar scent, the steady beating of his heart, the strands of hair fallen loose from his braid brushing against your cheek.

“I really thought there was going to be good news today,” you said. “Something helpful.”

“I know.” he whispered. “I’m so sorry that wasn’t the case.”

“I’m so tired,” you said. “How do we have so many advancements in medicine and I’m still such a mess?”

“You’re not a mess,” he said. “I know I can’t do a lot to help right now, but…whatever I can do? I’m going to do that.” You’d almost reached the level where your speeder was parked when Bodhi pressed a kiss to your lips and said, “If that’s all right with you, I mean.”

And in his embrace, some of your anxiety started to fade. He took your hand as you walked to your vehicle, opened the door for you as if you were on a first date. “I know a place,” Bodhi said. “I have a client in this neighborhood that I’ve done work for. She has a hard time leaving the house so usually Pao or I come to her. And there’s a cantina—you’ll see. The sweets menu is glorious.”

“Glorious?”

“Glorious.”

It was a quick drive to the little cantina, and when you walked in, Bodhi’s arm around your waist, you immediately knew why he wanted to bring you here. It was a casual comfort food spot, and right by the door was the very full dessert case.

You found a booth in the back corner and you ended up ordering a sandwich to split before indulging in the dessert menu. It was just before dusk and not particularly crowded. As you were waiting for your late lunch, Bodhi got up from the table abruptly, told you he’d be right back.

When you’d met, back on Yavin, Bodhi had been shy, almost debilitatingly so, often compensating for his anxiety by talking too fast and too much—something you’d come to find charming even if others merely tolerated it. But in the pilot’s seat or in combat, according to the folks who’d fought alongside him, he would almost become a different person—a man with a commanding presence and a sharp tactical mind. That was how he’d been consistently promoted. If he hadn’t decided to step away from the Navy, you both knew he would have earned the rank of General.

He’d grown into himself since those early days, his confidence coming back to him as he’d found strength in his found family. In you. But still, it surprised you when he put a credit in the cantina’s old-fashioned jukebox, returning to you with an outstretched hand.

“I’ve always loved this song,” he said. “Come dance with me.”

“What?” you asked, not entirely sure that he was serious.

“Dance with me, love. Just for a little while.”

You raised an eyebrow as you took his hand, the slow, soft melody coming in over the speakers in the early evening calm.

“Come on, now,” he said, a smile in his eyes. “This song makes me think of you, you know.”

As soon as you were in his arms, it didn’t matter whether people were watching. “How many years have I known you, Bodhi Rook? And not known that you could dance?”

“Too many, perhaps,” he said, quickly brushing his lips over your cheek. “Maybe this is something we should do more often.”

“Dancing?”

“With the promise of dessert.”

*

Bodhi’s original U-Wing was a total loss when it crashed on Endor. And while he’d enjoyed his stint as an X-Wing pilot through the Battle of Jakku and the month that he’d spent piloting a repurposed zeta-class transport—much like the one he’d flown with the Empire—it was the U-Wing that he kept coming back to when he was looking for something to salvage for personal use.

“My whole life turned around when Cassian pulled me aboard that ship,” he said on the day he finally made his decision. “It’s a quite different, this civilian model. I’ll have to install a hyperdrive somehow, and we’ll need a new droid port…”

You’d let him ramble, even though what he was saying may as well have been Huttese to you. And today as you board the U-Wing—Bodhi’s U-Wing—you admire as always the beauty of it, so much of it built from scrap but crafted and polished to look like new. With his hands.

Now in hyperspace, the silver streak of stars just outside the transparisteel windows, you settle on one of the plush benches that Bodhi had reupholstered himself a few years back. With Red keeping an eye on the navigation, Bodhi comes back to sit with you.

“Thanks for coming with me, love,” he says,  “I can’t say I’m excited about this.”

“I know,” you say. “But if you get some answers, it’s worth it, right?”

He nods, pulling your legs over his so you’re nearly in his lap, his arms around you, bringing closer to his body. “I’m so afraid that I could lose something important. In my mind,” he says. “That I could lose my memories with you.”

You place one hand over his heart. He’s wearing a v-neck t-shirt and a soft cardigan—so different from how you used to find him in the back of the old U-Wing, so many years ago. But, stars, how you love him in v-necks—how they compliment his toned chest, the way one of his tattoos peeks out from under the collar.

“Bodhi,” you say. “That won’t happen. And if it did, I’d be right here to remind you.”

You caress your partner’s cheek, give his neatly trimmed beard a little tickle before he touches his forehead to yours, a few strands of dark hair slipping from where he’d pulled it halfway back, still damp from his shower earlier this morning.

“I hope the answer isn’t surgery,” he says. “I don’t know if I can handle that.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll do it together, Bo,” you say. “I promise. There’s nothing in the galaxy that you have to do alone.”

“Okay.”

“You look really nice today, you know.”

“Now you’re just trying to distract me.”

“Maybe I am,” you say. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

Bodhi kisses you then, his hunger for your touch evident as he takes your face in his hands, his lips moving slow but firm as they fit to yours so perfectly that you feel like you were made for each other.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” you tell him.

He responds with more kisses, deeper and more urgent as he leads you to the little pull-out cot he’d installed where on his old Alliance ship there would have been a second door and an ion canon. As you lie down, Bodhi folding the both of you under a blanket and sliding his hands under your clothes, you’re glad for the curtain behind the cockpit. When Bodhi’s gentle fingertips trace the curve of your thigh, you hope that this moment of pleasure is bringing him even half the peace it’s bringing you, a bit of warm calm in the cold of hyperspace.

*

“You know, the day we met, I thought that I’d never get to spend any time with you—and I hated it,” you told Bodhi. Back at home, you were now snuggled up on the couch together watching a holofilm you’d both seen more times than you could remember. “You were a big hero—the kind of pilot who had so much attention on him that he’d never have the time to spend with non-combat personnel.”

“Well,” he said. “As I’ve told you, I fell in love with you the day I met you, when you handed me that jacket. I’d never had a jacket that fit me so well,” He paused to softly run his knuckles over your cheek. “And you were so beautiful, love. Radiating kindness. I had no choice but to break things on purpose to keep coming back to see you.”

“Excuse me?” you said. There were a few times that you suspected he might be up to something, but back then you couldn’t quite imagine that this attractive, important man would break so many zippers just to see you.

“I didn’t really leave the cockpit much that first year after Scarif. Between having to learn to use my new leg and the fact that I was rubbish with a blaster…well, I wasn’t putting as much strain on my clothes as, say, Han or Jyn.”

“I knew it,” you said, laughing.

“And you never said anything?” Bodhi’s smile was so big and so charming—the smile you’d fallen for back on Yavin. And you reached to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear, a handsome, if premature, streak of silver that had come in a year or so ago.

“Because every day I hoped to hear you’d somehow popped another button on your uniform. So that I could see you, too. Plus, you always brought me caf—and knew exactly how I liked it.”

“Of course I did. You were it for me,” he said, kissing you softly. “You are it for me, love. You know that right?”

You smile. “Well…let’s just say a more responsible tailor would have taught you to sew a button.”

“I’m glad you never did.”

“Me, too.”

*

It’s hard being in the waiting room, knowing that Bodhi is just beyond a door you can see a few meters away from where you’re sitting, and not wanting to be there. But there’s radiation involved, and he has Red, so Bodhi suggested that you go explore downtown. And you’d thought about it, but ended up just getting a cup of caf and a sandwich and returning to the waiting room to read a book. It’s been a few hours, and you’re starting to worry when the door opens and Bodhi emerges, followed by Red.

He looks tired—but not upset. You must look tired, too, because the first thing he says is, “How long have you been sitting here?”

“I just wanted to be here if you needed me,” you told him.

Red chirps: made sure Bodhi was okay.

“I know you did.” You say, giving the droid a little pat. Turning back to Bodhi, you ask, “How’d it go?”

He takes your hand and leads you out of the office, to the turbolift, out to the busy sidewalk. And then he says, “Mostly good news, I think.” He pauses, takes a breath. “Let’s find a place to get some dinner and we can talk about it.”

So you find a little diner, snag a corner booth, retrieve Bodhi’s reading glasses from your shoulder bag so he can read the menu, and after ordering some local comfort food, he tells you about the appointment.

“So they did find something,” he says. His voice is a little shaky, and you squeeze his hand. “I should have had you come in to hear it from the doctor—something about scar tissue. But it’s entirely treatable.”

“What kind of treatment?”

“There’s a medication that they sent to the pharmacy back home,” he says. “But I have to take it in conjunction with therapy.”

You smile at Bodhi, the look on his face a bit sheepish. Bodhi hadn’t done talk therapy in years. His previous therapist had retired unexpectedly and he never got around to finding someone new. He was doing pretty well so you’d never felt like it was your place to push him to find a new clinician. But you can tell in this moment that he’s dreading it.

“Are you going to do it?” you ask.

“Of course,” he says. “The neurologist already put in a referral to someone back on Chandrila. I looked her up, she sounds lovely. But I’m not thrilled about it.”

You reach to touch his face, tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. “Whatever you need from me to support you in this, it’s yours.

“Thank you,” he says before sneaking a quick kiss. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me, too.”

When you leave the diner, it’s dark out. Both of you had talked earlier about possibly doing something fun tonight, but that was before the long day you’d had. Standing on the sidewalk, you ask Bodhi if he’s about ready to head back to the ship to get some sleep before leaving tomorrow.

“Actually, love,” he says. “I booked us a room. I thought it would be nice. Maybe even a bit romantic…I know you’re probably exhausted, though.”

“How far is it from here?”

Bodhi points out a tall building just a few blocks away. “It’s right there, I think. With the red spire. Are you good to walk?”

“I should be fine.”

With Bodhi’s arm around your waist you make your way to the hotel and, when you get to your room, Red plugs himself into the droid port in the corner and lets you know that he’s shutting down for the night. You’re about to ask about your luggage when you find that Bodhi has had your bags brought here by a courier earlier that day.

“You’ve thought of everything,” you say.

Bodhi pulls you close, touches his nose to yours. “You deserve everything, darling,” he says. “I mean that.”

When he kisses you, the sounds of the city fade away and a desire wakes inside you, a hunger to be closer to this brave, good man—who even in the midst of his own difficulties is thinking of you. You press closer to him, and Bodhi starts humming—a song he always says reminds him of you, and you sway with him, a sweet slow dance to shake off the stress of the day.

Soon you’re undressing each other, stumbling toward the bed, sliding into the soft sheets, clothes landing in piles on the floor.

Bodhi kisses your jaw and whispers in your ear, “You took such good care of me today. Can I take care of you now?”

You nod and he begins a gentle trail of kisses down your neck, your shoulder, your clavicle, your sternum. His beard tickles your skin as you realize you have goosebumps from the pleasure of his touch.

“Stars,” he says, taking your hand, his fingers lacing in between yours. “Have I ever told you that you’re perfect?”

And as he continues, pressing his soft lips to your tummy, you know he knows that neither of you are perfect by any standard measurement. That you are both deeply flawed, clinically. Emotionally. Still, you believe him when he tells you this.

“So are you,” you tell him. “And I love you so much.”

He hushes you, and you make a mental note to reassure him later of his strength and his beauty, how his body and his mind are exquisite and how lucky you are to have him. But for now, you relax into this moment with him, a sweet bit of pleasure that both of you deserve.

★★★★★★★★

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[mischiefm4n4ged]

what age range do you think Remus would regress to, and would he and little!Sirius get along well? i keep imagining them regressing together with Remus being his little baby brother, James and/or Lily as their caregivers; working through their trauma and fear of abandonment together 🥲

I’m not sure if you like writing about Remus as a regressor and it’s completely valid if not, I’m just screaming into the void, imagining him having a second shot at being cared for and reclaiming the childhood innocence he had up to 3 years old XHAJDHAHHD

Hmm I think he would be like 2-5 maybe? Since it’s the time of his life he associates with trauma most, he got bit at the age of 4 but I think the memories are all blurred and he just has a bad connection to his toddler years.

He and little sirius would be so cute together. I think little Sirius has a lot more energy than little Remus, he is loud and mischievous. while Remus is like “im just gonna sit and play with this train doing tiny chu chu noises”, sirius is more like “im gonna make this train jump between these couches while doing really loud noises to really make sure everyone knows that the train crashed”. Sirius would take care of Remus since he is more soft spoken and is just that quiet kid that rarely complains but is also sensitive. I feel like Remus would cry if his toy breaks and little Sirius would comfort him and try to fix it.

Sirius: oh noo moo’y it broke?

Remus: *crying*

Sirius: it’s okay!! Pads will fix it! *wipes tears from Remus’ cheek*

Remus: pweas

Sirius: here! It’s done! You can stop crying now *pecks Remus’ cheek*

Remus: thanko pa’fo

Lily and James as their cgs would have their hands full for suuuure, especially because Sirius is always convincing Remus to do things against the rules and make him stand as watch. They would sometimes fight over a certain toy and then find themselves in a tug of war about it so James would have to step in and make them friends again. When Sirius inevitably gets seated in the corner of the room because he did something against the rules, Remus would try to cheer him up by making stupid faces and stroking his hair.

Sometimes when Remus is much smaller (and sometimes non-verbal) than Sirius, he is watched over by the latter a lot more than usual. Sirius would even ask him if he wants his baba and then when Remus nods he would either try making it himself, and make a whole mess in the end, or he would ask James or Lily to make it for Remus. Sirius would try to keep Remus company and hold his hand everywhere so he doesn’t get lost, or scared.

Sirius: lilsiie baba!

Lily: already? You already had one just now…

Sirius: pweassse petty please!!!

Lily: no sweetheart you can’t have so much milk at once

Sirius: it’s for moonyy! Baba moony

During bedtime Sirius refuses to go to bed while Remus only whines because he had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Once Sirius hears how Lily is praising Remus for being good, he hurries to bed as well. Brushing their teeth would however be a challenging task for Remus, it made his mouth feel weird and he didn’t like the way the toothbrush feels on his gums. So he would always whine and if young enough, he would cry. But eventually he would finally be dressed in his comfy pjs while Sirius walks back and forth half naked asking for his paci, or his sippy or his foggie.

In conclusion remus is the sleepy kiddo who would love to jsut go to a zoo and say hi to all the animals, watch a movie, do a puzzle and cuddle all day. While Sirius is the run around in an amusement park all day type of little, play until you drop basically, make two figurines fight, wear someone else’s shoes for funsies and make a whole mess! They would get along more than you think, despite their differences.

I acrually adore little remus Omg!! He totally deserves a second shot 🥺 please comment if you have any other ideas on how Remus would be as a little <333

#asks #this became longer than I imagined #little sirius #little remus #sfw agere #thank youu <3 #I

[salt-baby]

You mentioned in one of your posts personalized knee braces, may I ask what you did to them? I need ideas to spice up my braces

absolutely! thanks so much for the ask! 

most of my gear is customized in some way or another, and a lot of it is either visible mending or visible-mending inspired

my knee braces are the bodyprox hinged knee brace, which are available over-the-counter and have served me pretty well! They've lasted about a year but I would probably recommend replacing them around six months

anyway the first signs of wear and tear were on the covers for the metal hinges on the side, so I took some embroidery floss and added some little decorative patches wherever it tore through and that held really well. this part of the brace doesn't have any effect on functionality, it just protects the hinges from scratching things, so I felt pretty safe repairing it. These could also be removed pretty easily to work on.

[Image ID: two black knee braces on a striped blue bedspread. The knee braces have covered hinges on each side, and the covers are worn through in multiple places. There are three embroidered spots on the covers: a sunflower, a smiley face, and a rainbow flag. / .End ID.]

eventually it was wearing through too much to keep up with. Most of the wear came from the inside, from the friction of the metal against the padded fabric, so when I eventually went to replace them entirely, I knew the most durable layer should be the innermost one.

inspired by this post, i ordered some eye-pattern quilters cotton and used some thrifted black denim to make new covers. They’re sewn (with a whip stitch, specifically) around the edges and seams with black dental floss. I’d also recommend upholstery or heavy-duty thread, since that holds pretty well, comes in a lot of colors, and is cheap. I added two layers of the cotton since I figured it would tear quickly and it did. heres when it was new:

[Image ID: a person wearing grey compression tights and black knee braces in front of a white background. The knee braces have been modified, so that the hinge covers are made out of an eyeball-pattern fabric with visible black stitching. / .End ID]\

the quilters cotton basically tore immediately, but I honestly think that it looks cool as it is. The denim has held up remarkably well! no tears or thin spots or anything! I used a thick, no stretch denim for it (honestly I think I destroyed a pair of Levi Jeans for it...)

there’s some spots in the back which have gotten all torn up from the velcro, and I would patch or darn those areas, but I’m about to get shiny new prescription knee braces, so it didn’t seem worth the trouble.

some other things i’ve thought about doing but didn’t was to whipstitch around the edges in a colorful thread or embroidery floss, modify the tag somehow or paint the little velcro tabs. Because of the little plastic loops, you could probably also add a chain if the clasp was big enough, like one of those shoe chains? you’d have to try and see! I think theres a whole world of possibility for self-expression using braces. 

if you do end up customizing your knee braces, I’d love to see them! If youre comfortable feel free to tag me in a post or dm me pictures!

I’ve also modified my wrist braces and my oval-8 ring splints, so if you (or anyone else) are curious about those, send me another ask and I’ll happily go into it! I just didn’t want to rant too much on one post.

#thanks so much for the ask! #these braces are the ones that were complimented #although im not sure if they complimented the embroidery version or the eyes version #disability #ehlers danlos syndrome #hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome #hypermobility #just in case i am unaffiliated with the links i shared #salt baby answers

[aramblingjay]

Word game: doubt with Sevasey, if you feel inspired 🥺

Thank you for the ask! 🥰 Apologies about how long this took, hope you like it!

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Casey comes back from shift with tears in his eyes, and Severide takes that as his cue to spring into action.

“Matt, what the hell?” he asks, not really expecting an answer, and pushes Casey toward the bedroom as best he can with one working arm. Casey is still in his uniform, clearly hasn’t showered or changed or even stopped to catch his breath. “C’mon, you’ll feel better once you’re out of all that.”

Casey stares at him blankly.

Severide huffs. “Alright, alright, hang on.” He methodically strips Casey of his jacket and belt and utility pants, very resolutely not thinking about what kind of shift from hell would cause Casey to shut down like this. None of the options are good. “You got the rest?” he asks, and though he’s expecting the silence he gets in response, it unnerves him all the same. “Guess not. Okay, lift your arms for me.”

It seems Casey is perfectly capable of following commands, because he lifts his arms when prompted so Severide can pull off his shirt. It takes some doing, given that one of his arms is currently strapped down in a sling, but he’s had more than enough practice undressing Casey. They’ve done this many a time in much more fun and sexy contexts, but it’s the furthest thing from his mind in this moment, faced with a Casey who looks near-catatonic.

“Into the shower you go. Alright. C’mon.” He marches Casey to the bathroom, strips him the rest of the way, and turns the water on as hot as it’ll go. He’s well aware of how Casey enjoys boiling himself like a lobster when he showers. “Shower, okay? You’ll feel more like a person, and then we’ll talk.”

Casey nods, which is somewhat reassuring—it’s the most response Severide’s been able to get from him since he walked through the door, and he’ll take what he can get.

By the time Casey comes back out of the shower, his hair damp and curling on the ends, he looks a little more human. The blank look is gone from his face, replaced by furrowed brows and a frown, and he’s wearing gray sweatpants rolled up at the ankles with an oversized Squad 3 hoodie.

Severide’s comfort clothes.

He pads over to the couch where Severide is already waiting, steaming mug of coffee in hand, and takes a seat beside him. “Shit day,” Casey offers quietly, accepting the coffee with a grateful quirk of his head.

Severide figured as much. “You wanna talk about it?”

Casey doesn’t answer immediately, and Severide just lets the offer hang quietly in the air. It’ll take Casey a few minutes to find his words, but that’s okay. In the meantime, Severide flicks on the TV, careful to steer away from any news channels, and lets the commentary to an old Blackhawks game fill the quiet. We won this one, he thinks idly, but only a quarter of his attention is on the screen, the rest of it focused entirely on Casey breathing deeply beside him.

“Case?” Severide prompts gently when two innings have passed and Casey still hasn’t said anything. If it isn’t a talking kind of morning, it isn’t a talking kind of morning, but the way Casey keeps taking in a breath like he’s about to start a sentence, then releasing it like he’s changed his mind, suggests that maybe he just needs a little nudge.

Casey shakes his head. “Can’t talk about the call. Not yet.”

Not for the first time since the injury, Severide wants to rip off his sling and show up to shift in two days, broken arm be damned—he hates that Casey is out there without him, that he can’t reassure him immediately about whatever happened on the call because he wasn’t there.

“Okay. Whatever you need. Just—tell me how I can help.”

Casey looks away from the screen and down at his own hands, fingers twisting in his lap. All of a sudden he seems very, very young. “I don’t know. Sometimes I just feel like all I’m doing is pretending.”

“Pretending what?”

“To be a Lieutenant. To be a firefighter. I don’t know. Just—all of it.”

“Look at me. Matt, hey, look at me.” He waits until Casey’s eyes are locked on his own. There are no tears now, but sometimes the numbness is actually worse. “You’re the best firefighter I’ve ever worked with. I mean it.”

Casey scoffs and ducks his head, perpetually unable to take a compliment. Severide tsks, waiting until Casey looks at him again.

“I mean it,” he repeats. “You’ve saved so many lives. And trained so many good men—Otis, Mouch, Herrmann, the list goes on. Who do you think taught Cruz everything he knows, molded him to be good enough to apply for Squad? That was you, Matt.” Severide pokes him in the chest for good measure. “You. You’re meant for this, and you’re damn good at it. One bad call or one bad shift isn’t going to change that, so stop doubting yourself.”

Casey looks away again, and he lets him get away with it this time. He knows how Casey gets about kindness, and the fact that he hasn’t immediately come back with a self-deprecating rebuttal is a good sign he’s at least considering the words.

“Thanks, Sev,” Casey says after a few minutes. “I needed to hear that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now let me watch this game in peace, I think we actually won.” He feels more than hears Casey’s amused huff beside him, and smiles, glad he pitched that right. Sometimes teasing is a lot easier to handle than serious and sappy. “C’mere.”

He slips an arm around Casey’s shoulders, pulling him into his side, and can’t help but think, yeah, you’re right where you belong.

#chicago fire #sevasey #*fic #*writing #ask

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon / mistakes are forgiven / and everything is icy and blue / and you would be there too

Merry Christmas! I have met some amazing and kind people here in Merrock the past few years and those people deserve some recognition. So, I wanted to get you some gifts to show my appreciation for you all. For all of you, you each get a batch of chai tea eggnog cookies made with love and a lot of trial and error.

@cagenewman​ @bryanxlawrence​ @owenryder​ @mcndyhcrtmcn​ @xreynadel​ @narilily​ @aminarocks​ @docolives​ @alicezhaox​

CAGE, I appreciate that you try to save things in any way you can, and I’m happy that I’m not the only one who adores older decor more than the modern kind. Got you a log bag that should carry wood, tools or whatever your heart desires. Along with that, I got you a pillow that I saw at the market and it made me think of you. Merry Christmas!

BRYAN, I know we’ve talked about our favorite kinds of food, so I thought this cookbook of cookie recipes would be a perfect gift for you! If you try any out, please let me be your taste tester. Merry Christmas!

RYDER, we’ve had some pretty funny and great conversations! And I think these pieces of clothing reminded me of you. A shirt that I thought was funny considerin’ you’re an artist. This sweater was one I couldn’t pass up when I first saw it. I can just hear you sayin’ it in your accent. Merry Christmas!

MANDY, I saw these earrings that just screamed you, so I knew I had to get ‘em for you. And this mug reminded me of Gatsby, and I just thought it would be somethin’ you’d love! Merry Christmas!

REYNA, I know we talked about our hometowns a bit, so I wanted to get you something that would remind you of yours. Firstly, I got you a candle that had the New York skyline all around it. It’s supposed to smell like the air in the city which I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but either way, I hope you enjoy it! Along with that, I know you work long hours in an office, so I thought I’d get you this mouse pad that has doodles of famous New York landmarks dotted all over it. Merry Christmas!

AMINA, For someone who knows rocks way more than I do, I thought this mug would be something that’s right up your alley. And this T-shirt just reminded me of you, too. Merry Christmas!

NARI, The only person who makes all the hard workouts bearable. I thought this mug would be perfect for you since I know you’re also a cat lover like I am. And I also got you a customized jewellery kit (with a lily design and your name printed on it). Merry Christmas!

ALICE, I think you’re incredibly lovely, so I wanted to get you a customized name necklace that you’ll be able to wear with your outfits. (I promise that it’ll say Alice once it arrives!) Merry Christmas! 

LIVVY, you are as comforting as a warm blanket on a rainy day. Thank you for lettin’ me show you what’s underneath all of my layers. You’re so kind, beautiful, and everythin’ that’s good in the world! I got you this pillow at the market that reminded me of you since I know you’d never tell a soul about our chats. Along with that, I also got you a vacuum that’s specifically for cat hair because I know that it’s most likely a problem for you like it is for me. Lastly, I know that you’ve been goin’ through some changes in your life so I wanted to get you a candle that represented new beginnings and a clean slate. As we go into the new year, you’ll be able to burn it and let go of anything that has been on your mind this past year and then-some. Merry Christmas!

#gifts given • 'cause we're good friends.

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A Sex Expert Shares Their Best Beginner Strap-On Tips

Sheriden ChanelMar. 11, 2022 07:00PM EST

I was close to entering my early twenties when I discovered the wonderful world of “pegging.”There was something so arousing about seeing a woman with her harness and dildo in tow, fully dominating a man in a way where he was fully submissive. I dabbled a time or two myself in that arena, and I’m convinced there’s nothing like it. I have yet to encounter another cisgender man who is comfortable enough with his sexuality to allow that terrain to be explored, but I’m just saying. 

In addition to being used by straight women on straight men, strap-ons have long since been used for penetrative sex by lesbian women, trans men, people with erectile dysfunction, and more. Strap-ons can be used by anyone to penetrate anyone consensually. It is a sex toyfor the purpose of evoking pleasure and that isn’t limited to any one gender or circumstance and it isn’t contingent on the genitalia of the giver or the receiver. 

If you’ve ever wanted to explore strap-on play with your partner, xoNecole has you covered! We talked to certified sex educator Jennifer Eden who says, communication is key. “Talk about what you want to do, how you want to feel, and maybe even why you feel drawn to try it,” they advise. “Porn isn’t always a great sex ed resource, but it can be a great jumping-off point. Find a flick that shows what you want to do, and have a conversation with your partner about what you see. What do you like about it? What would you want to do differently?”

Here are Eden's best beginner strap-on tips to incorporate into your strap-on play.

1.When you go shopping for your first strap-on, know what you’re looking for.

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“A strap-on is technically two components - a harness and a dildo. And in most cases, those items are sold separately," Eden tells xoNecole. "When it comes to your harness, there are a lot of options: adjustable, padded, leather, briefs, boxers, and the list goes on. You want a style and fit that works best for your body and your self-concept. For example, if you would be distracted by straps pressing into the flesh of your hips and thighs, you may want to consider a brief- or boxer-brief-style harness for a smoother look and feel.”

2.Get over the heteronormative and queerphobic hang-ups around strap-ons

“Sex toys are inanimate objects and have no gender. So your orientation or the way you label your sexuality doesn’t change just because you’ve introduced a new activity or accessory to your sexual repertoire. Allow yourself to adopt the mindset of pleasure over everything - over labels, over stereotypes, over limiting beliefs, and especially over that little voice in your head that says ‘you shouldn’t be doing this.’ Ask yourself what’s more important to you - fitting a label or feeling good?”

3.Consider the material, size, and color of your dildo of choice.

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“When it comes to the dildo, there are even more options! You want to consider material, size, and color to narrow down your search. If it’s safe and accessible to you, I recommend going to your local adult store rather than shopping online. That way you can see things in person instead of relying on pictures and descriptions. Which aren’t always accurate.”

4.Spend time wearing your harness before introducing it into the bedroom.

“Your first time wearing your harness shouldn’t be when you and your partner are about to get it on," Eden says. "Spend some time wearing it before go-time. Put it on, stand in the mirror, and move your hips. Do some squats, some lunges, some toe-touches. You’re probably chuckling to yourself at this point but I’m serious. You want to see how the harness moves with your body and, more importantly, if it’s comfortable. 

"Is it digging or pinching around your hips or thighs? Depending on the style of harness you have, you might be able to adjust it to your comfort. Is your dildo pointing at the floor? Your harness may not be able to support the weight of the dildo you chose. It’s best to find these things out before your debut performance.”

5.Lube is your friend.

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“The vagina self-lubricates, the bootyhole does not. Both these holes, and any other fold or crease you might want to play with, can always benefit from some added moisture. There’s this myth that using lube is a bad thing. But why make the body do extra work? The body’s natural moisture may change for a number of reasons. Maybe you haven’t been drinking as much water as you should. Maybe it’s cold in the room. Maybe you’ve recently switched up your medications or supplements. 

"Whatever the reason, adding a little lube can make it a more comfortable and pleasurable experience for everyone involved.”

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(requested by anonymous) Mint/FemDoc

“Mmm…Doctor?” Mint’s eyes slowly blinked open as she yawned. “Oh…I should let her sleep if she’s tired…”

“I’m awake,” the Doctor whispered. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most convincing response since her eyes were still closed.

The Feline softly pawed her big spoon’s chest. “You don’t sound awake.”

“I aaaaam,” she softly whined, pulling the purring pillow in her arms closer to her. “Is it lunchtime yet?”

“Um, I don’t know. I can check?” That would mean being released long enough to check her phone-

-Well forget that, then. The Doctor kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. If someone needs something, they have my number…zzz…”

“Wait, but Doctor, your phone is still in your jacket,” Mint observed, “and you left it in your office.”

“...I did?” That woke her up a little.

The geologist nodded. “You did.”

“Oh.” Shit. “Ah well. If they need me that badly, I’m sure Mon3tr will come find me.”

“Doctor, are you sure that’s okay?”

She replied by turning onto her back, taking the Feline with her. “If it wasn’t, love, I’d run and grab it before coming back to you. They can manage a day without me.”

“A whole day with my Doctor…” Mint blushed. “Um, well, if you say it’s okay…”

“Okay? Every moment with you’s at least wonderful.” The Doctor allowed one of her hands to slip into her beloved’s hair and softly scratch the scalp beneath. It was a luxury she almost took for granted, being able to snuggle a purring rock collector and forget the world around her, but her comforter always found new ways to express the sheer happiness bundled in the lights shining in her bright teal eyes.

Of course, knowing she had a whole day at the Doctor’s side ahead of her, the Caster had something she wanted to do. “Um, can I ask you a question?”

“My brain is yours to pick, Mint,” she playfully offered in turn. “Ask away.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite thing about yourself?” The geologist had managed to smuggle a small pad of paper and a writing utensil into the cuddling zone and was about to make use of it.

If the Doctor could answer her question, at least. “Uh…hmm…I’m going to need to think about that one. Why do you ask?”

“You compliment me a lot,” Mint rightly observed, “and I want to know what to compliment you on the next time I have a chance.”

“You are so adorable~” Deploy the forehead kisses, all of them.

With a soft laugh, the Feline eventually swatted her away. “I mean it, though, Doctor. There are so many things I like about you, I don’t know where to start.”

“Well, maybe you can help me help you,” the Doctor replied after sneaking in one more kiss. “Can you give me some examples?”

“Oh gosh, where to start? Um, well, you know a lot of things, and your eyes are so kind, and you always have the peppermint candies I like, and your smile is so pretty, and you never get mad at me when I chase bugs in your office, and your hair smells like flowers, and you let me follow you everywhere, and you never tell me to go away, and you always tell me how much you love me, and you let me borrow all of your books, and you don’t snore at all, and you wear lipstick that doesn’t smudge so I don’t have to wash my forehead too much, and you never think I’m annoying, and you let me talk for hours about things you don’t care about because I care about them, and…and…um…”

By the time the geologist had run out of steam, the subject of her affections had started tearing up. “Mint…”

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Mint wriggled free just enough so she could kiss the Doctor directly. “You’re the best cuddler ever. So, um, what’s your favorite compliment?”

“The ones you give me~” Now that there was more of her within kissing distance, though, the Feline probably wouldn’t have a chance for more compliments for a while.

Not that she minded, though. They had plenty of time for Mint to ask the other questions she had…

#arknights #arknights fic #mint (arknights) #another shorter one #after all Mint doesn't need a lot of text to be incredibly cute #just look at her #she is the most catgirl to ever catgirl #and also like me for real #her spectrum status is publicly available for all to see #what an icon #all the cuddles #absolutely all of them