#he never pressures me into housework

[gingiesworld]

Mind Blowing Orgasm (Kinktober)

MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Shameless Smut. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda hadn't really had a night to herself in a very long time, so the moment her best friend had invited her over for a drink and some overdue quality time. So naturally, Wanda jumped at the chance, leaving the twins with Vision before she drove to Y/N's.

"This is just what I needed." Wanda sighed as she exhaled the smoke as the two sat in the yard, enjoying the cool evening. "No Vis, no boys and no housework."

"Well, enjoy it hot mama." Y/N smirked as the two clinked their glasses.

"Do you know what I haven't had in years?" Wanda questioned as Y/N shook their head. "A mind blowing orgasm. Vis is more of pump and dump and I am left hanging."

"I could help you." Y/N told her with a smirk.

"I am married Y/N." Wanda reasoned with them weakly.

"When was the last orgasm you had Wanda?" They questioned as Wanda thought.

"I think it was with you in college." She whispered, a blush coating her cheeks as Y/N smiled at her, taking her glass from her and setting it down on the table.

"I have more experience now." They husked as they leaned into her, teeth grazing her ear lobe. "I can give you your most intense orgasm."

"I'm afraid." Wanda whispered as Y/N pulled back. "I don't want to ruin Vis and I or our friendship."

"Wanda, the last time we had done this, you were with Steve." They reminded her. "He wasn't giving you the pleasure you craved so I stepped in and that never ruined us." Y/N started to kiss her neck as their hand travelled up her thigh, ghosting over her clit through her leggings. "It won't ruin us this time."

"Protection?" She gasped as Y/N rubbed her through the fabric as she instinctively opened her legs.

"You know I can't have kids." They reminded her as she bit her lip as Y/N applied more pressure. "Let me hear those pretty moans." They husked as they released her lip with their thumb before cupping her cheek, urging her to open her eyes. Her pupils dilated with lust as her breathing increased.

"Take me." She whispered as they captured her lips in an instant, kissing her hard as their hand found it's way underneath the fabric of her leggings and underwear. The two moaned as Y/N ran a finger through her wet folds.

"Fuck." They husked as they rested their forehead on hers. "So fucking wet Wanda." She only nodded as Y/N inserted two fingers, thrusting at a steady pace before she held their hand.

"Upstairs." She whispered as they just nodded. Pulling their hand away from her as she whimpered. They stood up and held their hand out for her before leading her to their bedroom. Wanda stripped as they closed the door before turning to face her. Over the years since they had last saw her, her body had changed due to age and having the twins.

"You are as stunning today as you were all those years ago." They told her as she blushed under their tender gaze. Something she hadn't heard off of her husband in a very long time. She approached them and kissed them hard, once Y/N had reached down and squeezed her ass, she moaned giving Y/N the opportunity to slip their tongue in her mouth.

Wanda tried to get Y/N to strip as she unbuttoned their shirt as they pushed her back towards the bed. Laying her down gently before their fingertips grazed the curves of her body. Placing kisses all over her skin, especially the stretch marks since they know how insecure she gets. Y/N kept eye contact as they kissed just above her clit before licking through her folds. Seeing how Wanda react to their touch, even after all of those years spent apart.

"Fuck." She gasped as Y/N teased her entrance with their tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut as Y/N went deeper with their tongue, their hands reaching up to massage her breasts, making her arch her back as she let out a gutteral moan. "Oh." Wanda moaned as she could feel herself get embarrasingly closer to the edge. With a scream of their name she came over the edge, expecting Y/N to stop their movements but they only went faster. Wanda's legs trembled violently as she squirted her juices as Y/N lapped them up. Soon kissing up her body as she calmed down.

Y/N hovered above her, gazing at her tenderly as she opened her eyes and a sheepish smile on her face as she caressed their cheek. Her heart beating faster, from either the intense orgasm she just had or the closeness she had craved from someone.

"Are you ok?" They asked her as she nodded before she leaned up and kissed them passionately.

"Amazing." She whispered as she reached down and started to pull their sweats down. "Now I need you Y/N." She whispered as she lined them up with her entrance. Wrapping her leg around their waist, pushing them inside of her as the two moaned at the feeling.

"Fuck." Y/N squeezed their eyes closed. "I forgot how amazing you feel around me." They whispered as they kissed her neck as they started to thrust their hips. Wanda wrapped her arms around them to keep them close. As they went faster and harder, she scratched down their back making them hiss in pain as she drew blood.

"Right there." Wanda moaned as they shifted slightly, a breathy moan leaving her mouth as they brushed her g spot. "Just." Before she could continue, they thrust harder against her g spot making her hold her breath. The knot in her stomach tightening the more they hammered into her. Their chests rubbing against the other as the sweat helped with movement as their skin moved together. Wanda came crashing down hard as she clenched around them, throwing them over the edge as she kept them close to her, not allowing them to pull out.

The two soon smiled before kissing as Y/N hovered above her, brushing her hair from her face.

"That was much better than I remember." Wanda whispered as Y/N smiled at her.

"It was much better." They whispered. "You certainly got more beauty with age Wanda. Such a work of art." Wanda blushed deeply before she kissed them hard once more before Y/N moved to lay on their back, opening their arms for her which she didn't hesitate to lay in their arms.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[ravenrune]

Quick and simple Carlos x reader fic. No warnings. Domestic fluff. 739 words.

Enjoy?

Sorry, no title. I couldn't think of one.

Carlos was sitting at the table, staring outside. He was bored beyond belief, and you wouldn’t be home for another half hour. He had the day off, but everyone he could’ve been hanging out with was at work, so he just spent the entire day alone.

He’d already cooked and cleaned the kitchen, and now he didn’t know what to do.

Feeling a bit restless, he got up and walked upstairs. Maybe there were some chores left unfinished, and he thought it would be nice to have them done before you’d get home. At least then, you two would get to spend the evening together without having to worry about boring housework that had been left unfinished.

After he had made his way into the bathroom, an idea popped up in his head. Carlos knew you’d be tired when you got home. He knew your feet would be hurting because you’d be walking a lot at work today.

So, what could be better than taking a nice, hot bath after such a long day at work?

He wouldn’t mind taking a bath himself, either. He hadn’t been too busy, but the mission he’d been sent on about a week ago still had his muscles aching on random occasions.

Pleased with himself, he turned on the hot water and allowed it to slowly fill the tub. Considering the size of the tub, Carlos figured it should be done and sufficiently warm by the time you’d get home. After pouring in a little bit of lavender-scented bath oil, he went back downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Dinner could probably wait for an hour or two, but he did want you to have something to drink and snack on in the tub because you’d probably be ravenous.

You returned home while Carlos was upstairs, still setting things up.

“Carlos?” You yelled. “You home?”

“Right here, babe,” his voice came from upstairs. “You had a good day?”

You took off your jacket and dropped it on the couch. You’d put it away later. “Kinda?” You replied as you watched your man come downstairs. “It was rough, though. Way too much walking for a job like that.”

“I thought so,” Carlos said, walking up to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. “It’s nice to have you here again. I was getting so bored.”

“Hey, I just got back, I probably smell bad!” You protested, trying to step away from him.

Carlos laughed and didn’t let go. “Don’t care,” he muttered, burying his face in your hair. “Buuut if that bothers you, I got just the thing to make you a little less stinky!”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Carlos stepped away and smirked. “I bought a pressure washer, so I guess I can try it out on you.”

“What? Do you know how cold that water is and how powerful those things are? We’re not doing that! I need my skin, you know?”

He laughed again. He loved teasing you; it amused him to see your reactions to the nonsense he’d sometimes come up with. “Nah, just kidding. I prepared you — I mean us — a bath.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards the stairs. “Let’s go. It should be done by now.”

Glorious; after such a long day at work, that’s how it felt to get into the hot water. The warm water made you feel a bit sleepy, and you leaned your head against Carlos’ chest. “This is great,” you sighed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Carlos smiled and placed his hands around your waist. “I figured you’d need it.”

“I guess I did.”

“Do you want a snack? Figured you’d be hungry, too.”

You laughed, looking at the snacks on the little side table next to the tub. “In a minute, I want to snuggle a bit first.” You hesitated for a second. It always felt a bit uncomfortable to bare your feelings to him, even though you knew he loved it whenever you did so. You always seem to know exactly what I need for some reason… I don’t really know what I’d do without you anymore.”

Carlos smiled as his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. “Good thing you’ll never have to do without me then, huh?”

#resident evil #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #ravenrune writes

[euijoosorangeslice]

Turned into the Mafias Maid

(part three)

warnings: peer pressure, slight non-con, exhibitionism grinding, uses the word mommy like once, motorboating, breast sucking

“It’s easy, honestly. You clean up our messes, help us on occasion and abide by our every word and you’ll make about….a thousand a day? All you have to do is sign this NDA, and we’ll be good to go.” Kei spoke lightly, sliding a piece of paper onto the he desk in front of you.”

You thoroughly read the paper, gasping out loud. “Wait, you guys like kill people?!” You shouted, Nicholas rolling his eyes. “Well of cou-“ Yuma spoke out of turn, Kei putting his hand over him mouth. “We can only tell you if you sign. Then you’ll get to know our whole team.” You sat there in silence. “I’m not signing this.” You grumbled, Kei pulling a small revolver from his pocket and pointing it at your head.

“Well, then again there is another option. You could just take a bullet between your eyes.” Swiftly, you grabbed the pen and started scribbling a shaky handed signature. Kei smirked, pulling the paper away from you. “Good girl. We’re gonna mostly need help with the…younger group. They have more trouble per se, cleaning up their messes? Especially Taki. He tends to get lost in the whole murder thing.”

He pulls out a whiteboard, with photos and a lot of scribbles. “Each of our crew members, I thought I might introduce you. First is me. Second most independent, after Fuma. He’s the sexy one with the big muscles.” Your brain immediately recognized who he was, thinking back to when he was watching you while you were giving Harua a hand job. “Then there’s Euijoo and Nicholas, and they practically come in a pair. They take care of each other, but when one is down the other is too.”

“Next is Jo and Yuma. Jo is more…cold. Think he’s a sociopath but we obviously don’t judge here. Yuma is quite energetic, he’s usually our arsenal. Then there’s Harua and Taki. Both are very…unique. You’ll get to know them. For now, just focus up on housework.” Kei left the room, you taking a deep breath. Honestly, you don’t have the energy to get upset.

—

There you were in the busy kitchen, cleaning up the counters as you heard the boys playing video games in the living room across from you. You rolled your eyes, hearing them loudly exclaim over losing the game.

“Hey Harua! If I win, you have to touch the new maids tits tonight .” Nicholas whispered into Haruas ear, making him go red. “Uh, why is it always me?” He whined, Yuma poking his cheek. “Because, you’re just so innocent! I mean, we all know that getting off is the best way to relieve stress. You’re like, the only one who doesn’t jerk off out of…seven of us.” Yuma punched Haruas arm, Taki ruffling his hair. “Plus, you’re just so…submissive? I don’t know, maybe you like to be dominated by women. I mean, no shame!”

Harua ignored Taki, grabbing onto the controller and focusing on the game. Meanwhile, you turned around as the oven beeped. These boys are so high maintenance, you thought to yourself, taking an entire tray of pizza rolls out of the oven. “Boys, your snacks are ready!” You shouted over their loudness, most of them hopping up from their spots. For some odd reason, Harua was slowly inching towards you. You ignored it though, watching as the boys ferociously grabbed the rolls off the tray and went back to their spots. “You better do it, Harua.” Taki whispers, pushing the other toward you.

When all the boys went back to their rooms, you noticed that Harua was still standing next to you. “Is something wrong, sweetheart?” You softly spoke, Haruas face burning red. “I-I uhm. I’m sorry!” He whisper yelled, placing his hands onto your chests. He gave them a soft squeeze, mesmerized by their movement. “Ms.Y/n, I just really like your boobs. Do you think…maybe I could see them?” Harua genuinely looked as if he’d never seen a girls tits before, so you decided to help him out.

“Fine. But just this once, alright?” You replied, Harua smiling slightly. “Got it!” You unbuttoned your top, Harua watching in awe as they bounced in front of his face. "Wow. Th-they look so nice. And big. Please let me touch, Y/n." Harua was zeroed in on your chest, so you decided to let him have his way. "Alright. But hurry up, I need to clean the dishes soon." Harua nodded, pushing you softly against the counter and placing his face in between your breasts. He whimpered, slightly grabbing your hip as he pressed his pelvis into your thigh.

"Harua, you are honestly shameless. Are you seriously getting off on my thigh right now?" You complained, Harua moving his head left to right and moaning as he pushed further into your thigh. "Sorry. Just f-feels so good, y/n. P-please let me taste them." He begged, grabbing both of your breasts and pressing his tongue against them. "Harua- what the hell! I didn't even say yes yet!" He ignored you, softly suckling on your nipples and you had to admit that it felt good. It wasn't good enough for you to cum though, so you let him have his fun before you pushed him away.

"Harua, I need to start on the dishes." You reasoned, Harua whining. "No! I haven't came yet, please let me finish mommy." Your eyes went wide, completely pushing him away and buttoning up your shirt. "Did you just fucking call me 'mommy'?" You questioned, Harua blushing violently. You could see his erection through his sweats, and the precum soaking the front of his pants. "Sorry. I-It just slipped out! P-please Y/n please forgive me."

You loudly groaned, running your fingers through your hair. "It's fine, I forgive you." Harua looked up expectantly, staring at your tits through the top. "But uhm...I still need to cum." You rolled your eyes, pushing Harua against the fridge and reaching down his pants. He moaned, gripping the counter closest to him. Suddenly, a door opened down the hall. Nicholas emerged from the hallway, a piece of paper in his hand. "You know, your job isnt all just shits and giggles. We have a mission tomorrow, and we're gonna need you on site." Harua had a hand over his mouth, eyes shut tightly. "Got it." You replied.

"its at ten p.m. tomorrow. Just gonna put that paper here." You smiled at him softly, speeding up your pace with Harua. "Thank you, Nicholas." He gave you a thumbs up, going back to his room and shutting the door. Harua removed his hand, letting out a string of moans. "O-oh fuck! Please please please~" He repeated, clenching his thighs together. Finally, you felt his body tense and release, and you kept stroking him until he finished releasing onto your hand. "Definitely not doing this with you again." You mumbled under your breath, wiping off your hands.

"Sorry." He quickly whispered, rushing into the bathroom.

You picked up the paper, studying the contents. "Assassination of the Nishimura Estate. Target: Mr. Nishimura. Hostage: Riki Nishimura. Ransom: 650,000. This should be interesting.

prev//next

#&team imagines #&team #&team x reader #&team smut #&team hard hours #&team harua

[pinkandpurple360]

I kind of wish they did more with Ozzie as a character being right now I feel he's nothing more but 'Fizz's perfect boyfriend' and that's it which is a shame because it feels like that's a waste being you know, he's one of the Deadly Sins.

Look, I love the fact Ozzie is a softie and has good traits such as being pro consent and all that's great it gives him a bit of depth outside of just the sin he embodies and makes him more of a person I like that, but I hate how Viv has written him season two onward.

He isn't perfect obviously, we see some overprotectiveness from him in regard to Fizz and there's a huge risk of both being too codependent with each other but also him being completely portrayed as 'good'? Like, he's a Sin? Like it or not, he likely embodies some of the worst traits of lust. Granted he does have a moral standing and that's fine I wouldn't trade that for anything but there's a lack of nuance or anything interesting you can do with his character it's like...what's the point of having him be a Sin to begin with?

Same thing with Bee and Mammon. They just feel like they were/are wasted and could have had potential to be interesting and nuanced characters in their own right. Also, a lot of traits of Lust, Greed and Gluttony overlap with each other. I'm not saying all three of them should be besties or anything, but you'd think they'd find common ground (me and my friend dub them The Trio. I mean helluva!Bee and Ozzie are canon besties). Oz could still not be a fan of how Fizz is treated by Mammon and will set his foot down when needed but idk I'd think it'd be fun if the two had a more complicated relationship than just down right hating each other.

I thought what he was going to be was somebody who changed his ways, had a lot of villainous ways he used against all, but fizz. That his past issues with rage are something he worked on. Making him a perfect man who even gives Fizz his limbs is a bit much. I like his softie traits too but..only if it’s something new for him yknow? As for the sins, there seems to be this overarching theme that rich people are kinder and more altruistic than poor people, who are cruel, selfish, bigoted, inherently bad, which is why they’re poor and lower class. It’s gross. Mammon is probably the poorest sin, which is why he’s money hungry. I also like the idea of Bee being a callous addict who has some kindness but it’s swamped by her need to feed off of energy. Ozzie and Bee need to be kind and approachable to get people to feel lustful and to indulge. Mammon doesn’t.

To be honest I don’t think his protectiveness and clinginess is even portrayed as bad. Him and Stolas are perfect while fizz and blitzo are flawed, with their biggest flaws being that they don’t do what stolas and Asmodeus want of them. After Oops and Mammons Fizz will probably never question, disobey, talk over, or argue with Oz ever again, he’ll make all the decisions. Because he’s never wrong. And that’s just weird. Let Ozzie be wrong about something.

Viv constantly writes it so that Ozzie is 100% in the right and Fizz just needs to I guess, stop fighting back, and submit himself completely to him and everything he recommends. It’s really not a partnership. I’m really not vibing with him leaving his entire job for Ozzie. Not for himself. He endured abuse and worked for Asmodeus it seems like the stuff about the fans and trying to prove himself, wasn’t even true. Giving up your career to get married is something women are pressured to do not usually men, and Viv sees Fizz as “the woman” in the gay relationship so it makes sense she promotes that, and even though honestly, he’s not that effeminate. Fizz as a housewife will go crazy, he can’t do housework even, they have maids for that, he doesn’t want to perform anymore and Ozzie doesn’t want him sexualising himself, they can’t bring children into that sex filled palace either, it’s completely inappropriate. It’s gonna be like Stella all over again.

So what’s left for him? I honestly have no idea. If he went back to the nightclub, none of the development of S2E7 would mean a thing. I thought it would be interesting to see him search for his family from his past but the fandom apparently doesn’t want him connecting to the other circus imps under any circumstances. One of my anons finds the idea extremely offensive because how dare he need or want anyone but Ozzie. He now feels so shelved.

Ozzie emasculates him. Sure, he likes pink, which masc men sometimes do, and he occasionally dresses in drag. In truth, he’s versatile and androgynous, not an effeminate, baby(yikes) Lust Queen? He may as well have “Ozzies” branded on his head if this keeps up.

The writers probably don’t know or even recognise it as codependency and they just think it’s cute. The moment where Fizz says “it’s great not being in the spotlight for once” and this and his bicker with Asmodeus was implying that he wants some time independent from him. But then when he’s humbled he clings even harder to Asmodeus and never ever wants to leave his side for even a second, and never go outside again. Also, in the next episode it’s Ozzie who suggests he needs a break from the spotlight. Making it Ozzies idea instead of his own. I hate that. Disabled people should decide their own limits not their caretakers.

Now, this power dynamic and age gap is too weird for me to fully believe it’s entirely wholesome and pure. It kinda isn’t. It’s too controlling and self absorbed. The inserted in-canon fandom is also plain weird and cringey.

#Asmodeus #helluva boss critical

[justafandomgvrl]

Out with the Boys / One Year

Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word count: 700ish

No warnings

Cheers sound from the bar as you and Santiago enter. The dim lights barely let you see two steps in front of you but you know who’s waiting for you. Before you can pull out a stool, Benny is pulling you to sit down next to him, Santiago immediately sat at your other side so that no strangers could sit next to you. You smile as the boys all greet you as though they’ve known you forever. Santiago places one hand on your thigh as he orders your drinks, knowing your favourites like the back of his hand.

“So, a year since you guys made it official.” Benny says, lifting his beer. “Here’s to more good times!” You all clink your glasses together, Benny cheering as Santiago presses a kiss against your lips, but the touch is gone before you can fully appreciate it.

“How come you’re celebrating your anniversary with us instead of a romantic restaurant or at home?” Will asks and you shrug.

“We just wanted to chill,” you answer after a pause. A muscle twitches in Santiago’s jaw as Will raises an eyebrow at him.

“Like they said. We didn’t want anything high pressure.”

“Besides, we like spending time with you guys. You’re like the annoying older brothers I always wanted and never had,” you tease and Frankie chuckles, standing to come sling his arms around you and Santiago.

“Awh, hermanita, didn’t realise you liked us so much.” You huff, standing up and kissing Santiago’s cheek.

“I’m just going for a smoke, I’ll be back in a minute.” He nods, fingers loosely wrapping into your hair as he pulls you in for a proper kiss. You sigh against his lips, almost forgetting your reason for standing as he lets go of you. You smile and disappear out of sight, glass in hand as you vanish out the back.

“So, how’s the plan working?” Frankie asks the second the back door closes behind you.

“It’s going fine. My sister is at my house now, setting everything up for us. Got all of the ingredients in to cook their favourite meal, put a blanket in the dryer so it would be warm when we get back after a couple of drinks here. All the housework has been done, so my sister is putting up some cute decorations in their favourite colour. I want this to be perfect. Never got this far with someone before, and… and they’re special.” Santiago sighs, downing his shot and ordering a beer as you reappear. Frankie has taken over your seat so Santiago pulls you into his lap, happily ordering you a second drink as you put your empty glass down. The smell of smoke clings to the jacket of his that you had stolen six months into the relationship. He doesn’t mind, his arms sliding home around your waist. “Are you okay, hermosa?”

“Of course I am, Santi. I’m here with you.” You whisper, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

“You guys are sickening.” Will huffs, barely able to look at the two of you. You roll your eyes, drinking as quickly as you can as you feel your stomach grumble.

“What are we doing for food baby?”

“I’ll cook for you, hermosa, lets get back to mine yeah?”

Your jaw drops as the front door opens. There are candles everywhere, all lit to be the only light source as you move through the house. “How did you do all this?”

“Uh, I called Ana. I owe her a big favour now, apparently.” You smile at him, taking his hand and squeezing gently. He grins boyishly, leading you through the house to the living room. “Put on whatever you want, okay? I’ll bring you some tacos through, shouldn’t take me long to make them.”

“I don’t want to just sit back while you do everything, Santi, let me help.”

“You’ve helped me enough, amor. I love you. Let me take care of you.” He insists, gently pushing you to sit on the sofa. You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve someone who treats you so damn well.

#mj’s Christmas list #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #drabble

[constellation-em]

'You Never Asked Him What It Meant' - Din Djarin/Reader

This is a snippet from a WIP of mine- reader has lost Din, and a wandering woman has just asked if they would like her to wait with them. I'm not so good at writing full blurbs but want to practice more, so I figured I would get this small piece out. Please leave feedback! I need it lol, writing fanfiction is a lot different than the literary analysis like I'm used to.

words: 1.1k

warnings: language

feedback wanted!

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"No, I just- He'll find me but- I don't even know where the ship is, oh Maker I'm screwed!" Your sobs returned, it felt like the air had been pulled out of your lungs by the fear that always sat in you when Din went after a bounty. What if he didn't come back? You couldn't fly the ship. You couldn't fight. You were just a glorified engineer and medic, basically kept on to keep the ship clean. Why did Din even keep you around?

You liked to think it was because he had taken a liking to you. You had been working on his ship with him for over a year at this point- hired off Nevarro when Karga decided you needed something better to do than slinging drinks. Din hated you at first. He ignored you, and just let you do your own thing. It wasn't until he came back with a stab wound in his dominant arm that your talents came to light.

What he had been told: You could fix a ship in a pinch, and do housework. Not to mention your cooking was not too shabby. "She'll hold you accountable," Karga had said.

What he hadn't been told (and what Greef Karga didn't know, and would never know): You had been getting paid under the table to patch up bounty hunters when things went awry for them. You knew your way around a medkit with your eyes closed.

Din couldn't fix his own arm, much to his demise. He tried, you heard his grunting from inside the cockpit. To be honest, you had been a bit concerned at first that maybe something… less than savory was happening.

"Hey," He had yelled, "You know how to cauterize? Or even use a kriffing bactapad?" You had walked in, and he was a sore sight. Like… a really sore sight. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, facing sideways from the door, hunched over into almost a ball. There was a deep laceration on his right shoulder, and blood caked all around it and his hand.

His hand. That was the first thing you saw, his gloveless hand. This was the first time you had seen any of his skin. Up to this point, you weren't sure he was human. Hell, you didn't even know his name. The next thing you saw was his beskar armor, thrown onto the ground. Normally he was gentle with it, almost reverent. Then you noticed his flight suit.

Pulled down off his shoulder, down his arm, and hanging half off his back. Unzipped and his chest in full view. This couldn't be compliant with his Creed. Could it?

"I- yeah. I'll grab my medkit."

"No need." He grunted, pointing at the box sitting next to him.

"Mando, there's no numbing spray in there. Mine has some, let me grab it. Keep pressure on the wound."

"I said. No need." You could hear the anger in his voice. It wasn't meant to be directed at you; you knew that. It still stung though.

"Alright. But it's gonna hurt." You moved towards him, kneeling on the ground at his side. There wasn't a lot in his medkit. It seemed well-used. There was at least enough to disinfect, cauterize, and cover with a bactapad.

"Good." That made you pause. What did he say? Did he say good? Maker, did Karga stick you on a ship with a psychopath? Or… was it something sadder than that? Did he feel like he deserved it? As you moved to grab his arm, he stiffened up. "Sorry. Not used to… this. Getting help."

"S'okay. Just let me do my thing, Mando, and you'll be good as new." He relaxed a little bit, shoulders falling as he let out a breath. "This spray is gonna be cold. Just a warning." You grabbed the small bottle, giving it a small shake. Good. Mostly full. Although you figured you wouldn't need much, seeing as he literally said good to it hurting. You pointed it at the cut, giving it a spray.

"Dank Farrik! Fuck!" He jerked out of your grip, grabbing his arm and hissing with pain.

"Shit shit shit shit I'm sorry Mando I tried to tell you-" Fuck you had warned him right? He paused, and tilted his head towards you.

"Keep going."

"Say again?"

"Keep. Going." So you did. You gave him another spray, and you grabbed the cauterizer. Every sound you made caused him to stiffen up, and every time you grabbed his arm again he relaxed. It was a never-ending cycle of cusses and hisses and gentle shushing.

By the time you finished and applied the bactapad, his breathing had settled down to a normal pace. You looked up at him from your place on the floor. He was silent, which wasn't uncharacteristic of him, but you were worried. What if he was mad at you for helping him? He had asked, but still. What if he fired you, sent you back to working at a shitty guild bar and dealing with flirtations of douchey bounty hunters? You couldn't go back there. You wouldn't.

"Thank you." It was a small sound, a barely heard sentence. You weren't even sure you heard it come out of his mouth, until he turned to face you directly. His hands reached out and grabbed your shoulders, thumbs lightly stroking them.

"It's nothing, you were hurt… I couldn't let you suffer like that Mando." He tilted his head towards yours, the cold beskar of his helmet pressing against your forehead. You weren't sure, but you thought maybe this meant he was warming up to you.

"My name is Din. You should know that… if you're going to be my medic." Oh. Oh. You weren't even expecting a thank you out of him. And he gave you his name? You didn't ask for it; he bared it to you, just as he bared his soul when asking for help, when showing you his scarred and wounded skin. "Will you? Be my medic? I wish Karga had told me about your skills before… that piece of bantha shit keeps so many secrets." This was a new side of Man- Din. You had never seen him so talkative.

"I- yeah. Yeah Din. I'll be your medic. From now until you get tired of me. If that's okay?" You chuckled against his helmet, and if you heard right, he did too.

"Of course. Of course it's alright cyar'ika."

You never asked him what that meant.

thank you for reading!

#din djarin fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars #din djarin/reader #din djarin x reader #no y/n #fanfiction #star wars fan account #star wars fic #din djarin #soft din djarin #mostly exposition tbh #no beta we die like mandalorians

[journey-to-the-attic]

sorry but i'm so ILL over zhaolu like 😭😭 someone give the anon who started this a gold star because ohmy GOD they GET IT, the perfect partner for lucifer WOULD be a single father, ESPECIALLY one like zhao, GOD

abyway pls spare zhaolu hcs 🥲 🤲 (if u have time of course!!)

i will ALWAYS make time for my favourite silly men, please take these!!

they're both overworkers who hate seeing the other overwork themselves, so in the beginning they're both constantly reminding with each other to stop working so much, while simultaneously working too much

zhao thinks lucifer has it harder because he sucks at paperwork so he can't fathom having to do that much; lucifer thinks zhao has it harder because he cannot imagine doing all that housework while simultaneously wrangling his brothers, even if he's good at it

lucifer is always telling zhao off for doing all the household chores for his younger brothers, because they will absolutely take advantage of his willingness to help if they've got something else to be doing

the only exception is satan, who determinedly does his share of the chores and scolds the others when they try pawning theirs off on the poor guy

belphie does do it as well but he always feels super bad afterwards

(zhao acting as stepdad to satan and belphie especially has now become canon To Me if you haven't noticed yet)

one time they accidentally swapped glasses but somehow didn't notice, even though zhao's eyesight is significantly worse than lucifer's

zhao has this problem where his blood pressure drops like a ROCK if he goes too long without eating, but he's usually very good about managing it. keyword being usually: one time he lost track and passed out because he stood up too fast

this has never happened since because lucifer (though he was very good at hiding it at the time) panicked so hard that the incident is burnt into his memory and now he's hyper-vigilant about it

it's kind of ironic that this is lucifer's first relationship and zhao's second, given a demon vs human lifespan

lucifer's not really sure how to feel about it. on the one hand, the idea of ik's mother coming back into the picture does make him seethe a little bit, but on other, he trusts that zhao wouldn't be with him if he hadn't fully moved on

i've mentioned before that zhao doesn't realise he's bi until he's in the devildom - to elaborate on that, at first he was just like "woa...... handsome men" and thought it was a completely normal thing. you know, just appreciating good looks when you see it

then the handsome men started being good with his daughter and he was like "...wait a minute"

now zhao thinks his husband is the most beautiful man in the entire world, and while this is heightened by, yknow, love, it's also true that lucifer's just an objectively good-looking guy

meanwhile he considers himself very plain by comparison, and is he is indeed pretty average by societal standards

HOWEVER. if you're into the pathetic shabby dad look. which lucifer is, apparently. he might just be the hottest guy you've ever met

lucifer did not realise he had a type before this

particularly in the early stages of their relationship, the others learn not to let either of them talk for too long interrupted in council meetings because they just start staring at each other and not doing any work

zhao has a habit of accidentally doing something kind of suggestive without thinking of how they could be taken - one time he undid the first few buttons on lucifer's shirt because he was worried about him being uncomfortable in that formal getup, and lucifer thought about it for the ENTIRE rest of the day

i think lucifer in general is just so.... hang on i need to look some stuff up in urban dictionary

down bad? is that the term?? anyway we all know what he's like in-game so. yeah that's elevated here

anyway zhao's accidentally made a habit of calling him 'good boy' and lucifer has to physically restrain himself every time lol

#this is gonna sound weird but my own opinion on zhaolu lowkey reflects lucifer's view on ik through jtta #initially i thought they were just a funny concept but also kind of sweet #(which is basically what lucifer thinks of ik in the beginning - she's just a silly and kind of weird kid to him) #these days i would Die for them they are everything to me. i would put them in a heart locket if i could #(which reflects how lucifer feels about ik after everything. he loves that kid so so much) #answering asks #anon asks #zhaolu #dad in the devildom

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 22 - For The Ages

Mycroft was a little nervous, he didn’t think there was much reason to be, because Bethany didn’t expect anything of him, but somehow the nerves got to him more than usual. He text her to say he would pick her up a little later than usual due to some meetings he couldn’t reschedule, and then proceeded to put on his newest dark blue suit. He’d been keeping up with his workout routine and felt he looked worthy of a dinner date with Bethany. It was the first time he’d really felt like that and he was certain she’d appreciate it.

He got through his day as quickly as he could and told Anthea to divert his calls where appropriate unless it was an emergency. She gave him a knowing smile and agreed.

Mycroft got into the car and made his way to Bethany’s home, driving past the house that was still being cleared out. He felt something of pride in his chest that he was able to help in some way.

Bethany stepped out of her front door, wrapping her grey coat a little tighter around her body, he was glad she was at least staying warm, the last thing he needed was for her to freeze on their way home.

‘Mycroft.’ She smiled at him as she stepped into the car, he could just see the bottom of the same mauve dress she wore the first time they went to dinner, her slender legs slipping into the same black heels. Stunning. ‘How are you?’ She asked, happily.

‘Fine.’ He nodded.

‘Fine? You want to talk about it?’ She offered, kindly.

‘Not at all.’ Mycroft smiled. ‘What have you been doing today?’

‘Well,’ she took an excited breath. ‘It was my turn to go over to Sylvia’s to do some housework this morning, but when I got there, someone else answered the door… her carer.’ Mycroft sucked in deep breath and nodded, pretending he had no idea what she was talking about. ‘Thank you.’ She said, quietly.

‘You’re very welcome.’ He felt her hand slide over his, her much cooler skin made his heart inflate. How was she always so soft?

Mycroft began his routine of tracing over every part of her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, taking note of every detail he could, but somehow, always, he missed out on the crucial details that told him she was a lifelong musician.

‘Have you spoken to Sherlock recently?’ He suddenly asked, turning to see that her eyes had been closed as she absorbed the feeling he had been creating unknowingly.

‘Sorry, erm, no I haven’t recently.’ She said, almost waking herself up and trying to refocus. ‘We spoke a little once I was out of hospital, he just asked me how I was. Why?’

Mycroft was a little too busy staring at her every feature to answer immediately. ‘He mentioned something about music. I’m sure he’ll get in contact at some point.’ Mycroft was suddenly completely uninterested in music or Sherlock or anything that wasn’t sitting in the back of his black town car looking into the darkened eyes of Bethany Wheeler.

He scanned over her face, taking note of her freckles lightly scattered over her cheeks and the small creases around her mouth and eyes indicating a life time of smiling and happiness. The image of her suddenly in pain as he told her he loved her, flashed in front of his eyes, it was real for a moment, he could feel his chest aching and his heart breaking. Why did he allow his mind to wander to something so painful?

‘What are you thinking about?’ Bethany asked, bringing him back to the present.

Mycroft just smiled and shook his head. ‘Nothing that will make you happy, I’m afraid.’

Bethany watched him, concerned, but not pressuring him to talk or do anything he didn’t want to. She was incredibly accommodating that way, never wanting him to be anymore or less than himself, but he was still contending with the deserving nature of their relationship, if he could indeed call what they had a relationship.

They arrived at his home and Mycroft was around the other side of the car to open the door for her in seconds. She chuckled at him, not teasing, more appreciatively and thanked Andy for picking her up. He nodded to the driver, still not comfortable calling him by any name, and led Bethany inside.

They decided to order in as once again Mycroft failed to plan, why did he always fail to plan ahead where Bethany was concerned? She was in a good mood and looking forward to settling in the projector room.

Mycroft poured her a glass of wine and watched her choose what they would watch together that night. She carefully placed the tips of her fingers over each label, biting her lip or furrowing her brows as she read the titles, some she smiled at, others she grazed over with disinterest, until she landed on one that looked interesting. He wandered over to see what she’d picked and smiled.

‘The Strange Woman,’ he chuckled. ‘How fitting. Any reason for the choice?’

‘Just seems to fit the evening, I think.’ She smiled up at him sweetly. His gaze drifted momentarily to her mouth and he would have kissed her, but his courage failed him.

Mycroft was just a little frustrated, but excitement soon took over as Bethany asked him to show her how the projector worked. His explanation was long and detailed, and he was sure in moments that she wasn’t really listening, but if he’d learnt anything in the past few weeks, it was that she was always listening.

Bethany, under his supervision, set up the film for them to watch just as the doorbell went. He excused himself to retrieve their food and felt his anxiety rising as he realised, he’d left her alone with one of his most prized possessions. He was in a small internal battle with himself as he tried to convince himself that everything was fine, but also worried as she may not have been confident at dealing with any issues that might have arisen.

Mycroft looked up as he entered the kitchen to see Bethany leaning against the door frame watching him.

‘I could hear your anxiety across the house.’ She rolled her eyes.

‘Impossible. You can’t hear anxiety.’

‘Oh really? So, you weren’t just thinking about how you left me alone with your projector?’

Mycroft didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. She just laughed, shaking her head and helped him get dinner ready, he would spend hours in the following days trying to work out how she knew what he was thinking, but for the time being, he just wanted to focus on the present.

They got comfortable at the kitchen table and he asked her about her dissertation. She spent most of dinner, explaining things that he only partially understood, it had been a long time since anyone confused him with words, but it was a testament to her intelligence that she could speak with such precision and so fluidly.

Mycroft asked the occasional question, and she had an answer every time with a brief explanation. She loved the subject of science and she loved the chemical aspect of it the most, but it was becoming very clear, very quickly that Bethany knew a substantial amount about surrounding subjects as well, including biology, physics and now mathematics.

‘Numbers just confuse me sometimes,’ she chuckled, sipping her wine as Mycroft cleared away their plates. ‘Bit of a tricky conundrum in the scientific field, but I suppose I’ve got to work hard at something.’

‘That suggests that your studies, thus far, have been incredibly easy and therefore unchallenging.’ Mycroft stood up, putting the dishwasher on and shoving his hands in his pockets behind his chair.

‘It does suggest that doesn’t it?’ She chuckled.

‘Why don’t you just fast-track?’ He picked up his glass, taking a mouthful. ‘It seems obvious that you could have completed your degree well within a year, potentially taken only another to complete a masters, PhD, or whatever other qualification you desired.’

‘Yeah, I probably could’ve done.’ She nodded, sitting back in her chair, her dress moving a little further up her knee to reveal the top of her thigh, making his mouth water.

‘Then why didn’t you?’

‘Because I would need to study every hour of every day,’ she laughed as if it were obvious. ‘Mycroft, I have other things I like doing, you know, other priorities, like Rosie, like music and travelling and my friends.’

‘I understand that, but you have a mind capable of extraordinary things, why waste time not filling it with as much information as you can?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘Isn’t having a happy life more important?’

Mycroft stopped for a moment and thought on what she was saying, there was something he was missing.

‘Look,’ she said, standing up. ‘I can fill my brain with every fact under the sun, I can study, learn, fast-track through anything I want, but I won’t be happy and no one will be better for it. I’m motivated by the things I enjoy, but if I don’t take the time to enjoy anything, then what is it all for?’

Mycroft was surprised by her logic, it made sense he supposed. She smiled all the time, because she was enjoying herself and everyone around her smiled as a result, including him. He couldn’t deny his progress at work when he thought about her, she distracted him often and confused him almost always, but she always made him work harder. Maybe she had a point.

They headed into the projector room and Mycroft let her get comfortable, taking her shoes off and pulling her knees up to her chest, while finished getting the film ready. Once he was done, Bethany leaned over to get the lights. The only illumination came from the screen and in a lot of ways, Mycroft preferred that. He loosened his tie and sat down next to her.

For some reason, he automatically put his arm behind her, allowing her to shuffle closer, she knew he liked to feel her against him, it had been a topic of conversation fairly recently over the phone, but again, she wasn’t making fun of him for it.

Mycroft liked how engrossed Bethany became, she enjoyed the story and thought there was something beautiful about the film. It wasn’t one of Mycroft’s favourites, but he was starting to appreciate it in a new light. He’d tried to steal a few glances at Bethany while she watched, but every time he did, she smiled just enough to let him know she knew he was watching her.

It was just as the film was coming to an end that Mycroft realised that while one hand was behind her, stroking her shoulder gently, the other was across his waist and delicately touching her arm. It was just his fingertips, but enough to be able to feel the soft skin that was her signature. Mycroft could smell the ginger much more strongly now, he turned slightly feel her body gently pressed into the side of his and thought it wasn’t enough.

He gently pressed his lips to the side of her head, feel the soft hair against his fair and felt settled for a moment. He pulled away, the shame over his forward action getting the better of him and he began to remove his hands as well, she hadn’t expressly given him permission to touch her and the thought that he might have been taking advantage crossed his mind.

‘Don’t.’ Bethany whispered, startling Mycroft a little. She turned to face him, her eyes were heavy and black, her hand stopped his from moving away from her arm. ‘Don’t stop.’ Was it a beg? Was it a simple request? Did it matter?

Mycroft couldn’t tear his eyes away, she wanted him to continue to touch her, perhaps kiss her. He debated for only a second before giving in.

Mycroft brushed the back of his fingers down the side of her arm, his eyes focused on the way her skin reacted to his touch, the little bumps forming indicating either she was cold or… well, she wasn’t cold.

He went slow, no longer using just the back of his fingers, but his whole hand to stroke and caress her arm all the way down to her fingertips. Mycroft had failed to notice she had a few tiny scars, most of which just looked like cuts from her adventures abroad, but some he couldn’t identify at all and he was desperate to know.

Something in the back of his mind had him desperate to know every inch of skin on her body, to know what it had been through and how it worked. He wondered if it was a normal response, but he knew if he told Bethany, she wouldn’t think any less of him.

Mycroft lifted his gaze, still tracing over the thin skin on the inside of her wrist, her breathing was shallow and quick, her eyes were closed and her lips parted just slightly. She was exceptionally beautiful, half illuminated by the light from the screen that was concluding the film.

Mycroft felt himself lean a little closer, the side of her mouth twitching in a smile as she felt him moving. His eyes grazed over her face once more before he took the plunge and touched his lips to hers. Bethany let out a small gasp, but she was the one to lean in for more pressure, taking him by some small surprise. Mycroft didn’t let the chance go to waste though, he brought his hand away from her wrist to cradle her face, listening to the quiet whimper of emerging from Bethany.

He felt himself take control of the kiss and explore her mouth the same way he had done before, but still managing to rediscover her. Mycroft never thought it possible to have done the same thing more than once and still not feel fully satisfied that he knew it inside and out, but once again, Bethany was proving him wrong.

Mycroft felt her hand place delicately on his thigh and it gave him a moment of hesitation. He pulled away just enough to realise what was happening, or rather what could have happened.

Bethany smiled against his lips. ‘It’s okay,’ she whispered. ‘I can wait.’ She began pulling her hand away, but Mycroft’s chest began caving in again.

‘I can’t.’ He breathed. He felt a desperation take over that he’d never felt before.

Mycroft felt her hand return to his thigh and he sucked in a deep breath, he could somehow feel the sensation running through the rest of his body and it only made him want to kiss her again. Bethany’s hand stroked just above his knee, nothing too extreme, yet the contact alone was enough for him.

He kissed her more desperately, his teeth dragging over her lip and a much breathier sigh came out, one that Mycroft was instantly addicted to. He swallowed the sigh and began his passionate attack again, repeating the motion and getting the same result. What made him stop was Bethany’s hand moving further up his thigh.

Mycroft was all too aware of the effect kissing Bethany was having on him, it was one thing to kiss her against his kitchen counter, another for her to actively seek out that part of him.

‘Mycroft.’ She breathed, panting a little, much to his liking. ‘If you’re not ready-‘

‘I am.’ Mycroft panted, desperately. He leaned his forehead against hers, again feeling like he was disappointing her. ‘I just…’ This time he could feel her smile and it grounded him once again.

‘You won’t disappoint me.’ Bethany told him, softly. ‘It’s not just about me.’ Her thumb brushed over the outside of his thigh and it sent another rush through him. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No.’ Mycroft breathed, suddenly not in control of his words anymore.

Bethany smiled, but it was the sound of the projector running out of film that broke the moment. She giggled and took her hand away, knowing he couldn’t just leave his projector like that, it had already been broken once thanks to John and Sherlock’s antics, he wasn’t risking the repairs that were made.

Mycroft pulled away and took a moment to regain his senses. His head was light and a little dizzy, it took him more than a moment to actually get up and deal with the projector. Bethany just sat, much the same a little dazed, but she couldn’t stop smiling at him and Mycroft suddenly felt a bravery take over that he desperately needed the first time he thought about her.

Mycroft held his hand for Bethany to take, she did with a small frown and stood so that she was almost pressed against him. The smell of ginger ignited him once more and he felt his courage finally take hold. He slowly leaned down to press the softest kiss to her lips. He felt the shivers running down her arms as her hands came up to his chest.

‘Bethany.’ He breathed.

‘Yes.’ She breathed back, an answer to the non-verbal question.

Mycroft took her hand in his and led her down the corridor to his bedroom. He felt himself starting to get nervous, but the second he closed the door and turned to see Bethany spinning back, her dress flowing around her waist just a little and her dark frizzy hair catching in the moonlight, his chest began caving in again.

Two strides and his mouth was on hers once more. His hands delved into her soft hair, hers were on his waist as she moaned against him. Mycroft found that the more desperate and needy he appeared, the more positively she responded. Bethany’s small sighs and whimpers, turned into moans and Mycroft devoured them all.

He felt the bed just behind her, making them stop mid-kiss. They both breathed out a chuckle and Bethany looked over every part of his face, before sitting back on top of the bed. He hadn’t quite noticed that she’d unbuttoned his waist coat the entire way, but in an uncharacteristic moment of desperation, he took it off, throwing it somewhere behind him, his tie following closely.

Bethany reached up, gently guiding Mycroft to follow her back to lie on the bed. He could feel every curve of her body beneath him, he mentally scanned down his own body, taking careful note of the connection points and memorising how they felt, the shape, the warmth, the desire it spurred on inside him.

Mycroft let his eyes graze over her face once more, she looked so happy and he couldn’t help his own smile at how happy she was. He let his lips graze hers once more before kissing her with more intensity, his hips pushing into hers, her back arching just a little every time, pushing her chest up as she felt him move against her.

Mycroft wanted to find out more about the way her body reacted, his hand came up, his thumb grazing her bottom lip, but somehow her tongue instinctively licked the tip, making him groan and shudder. He was fascinated at the way her tongue moved around his thumb and soon his hips were grinding against her as she sucked gently.

He took the opportunity to guide her head upwards so that he could press his lips to the impossibly soft skin along her jaw, moving down her neck and making her mouth open and release his thumb. Mycroft made her sigh and groan as his mouth begun to work out where her skin was most sensitive, he wanted to hear her, louder and more pronounced, to know that he was the one allowing those sounds to emerge from her at all.

Mycroft descended down her neck to her collarbone, his tongue came out to trace along it and felt her hands twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Her leg came up to his waist and on instinct alone, Mycroft moved his hand from her face to smooth skin.

The contact between his hand and her smooth leg, had Mycroft stilling, breathing hard against her chest. He’d expected to feel the fabric of her dress, but was somehow surprised that it might have fallen away. He moved his hand slowly from midway down her thigh almost to the curve of her hips, he could feel small bumps and a scar in his brief exploration and wanted to know how she got them.

‘Mycroft?’ She whispered, he’d stopped moving and naturally she was kind enough to be concerned for him.

Mycroft looked up at her swollen lips, a pride that his kiss had been responsible, and her heavy, dark eyes that showed concern for him. Her fingers traced his jaw, trying to assess his expression, but he didn’t have an explanation, he just wanted to feel for a moment.

Bethany smiled, realising he was fine, her fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt, going slow enough for him to stop her, but he didn’t want to, he wanted her to continue. The tips of her fingers caressed the hair on his chest as she exposed more of him, she was gentle and caring and she felt so good that his eyes closed of their own accord, just to block out any distraction that took away from the feel of her soft fingers.

Mycroft felt her lean up and place a light kiss to his lips, she’d made it half way down his shirt buttons, caressing his skin as she exposed more of it, but now she was gently guiding him off of her so she could stand up. He watched her, feeling the slightly cooler air of the room hit his chest, but he was heaving breath into his lungs at such a rate that he didn’t care for it.

Bethany stood just a little away from the bed and smiled, biting her lower lip. Mycroft could feel his trousers, unbearably tight and restrictive. He watched hungrily as Bethany reached behind her, pulling the zip of her dress down at the back, before gently pulling the shoulder straps away and revealing what was the single most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Mycroft sat up straight, his eyes scanning over her quickly before going back to take every single detail in. Her smile seemed to pour out of everywhere all at once, he didn’t even know what that meant, but he could see it. Her legs were smooth, toned, to be expected from all the adventures she had, her hips just a little wider than average, but gave her waist that smaller quality, which also happened to make her breasts look bigger and softer. He noticed the scar on her thigh that he’d previously felt, another on her collarbone that his tongue had found, the two from the snake bites and another that curled around her ribs.

‘Beautiful.’ Mycroft breathed, not even really able to focus on a single part of her body without getting distracted by another. He swallowed thickly and let his breath go when he realised she was smiling and what seemed to him as a little bashful. Why would she be afraid of showing him her body? It was stunning in every way, especially when it was only covered by a pure white thong.

Mycroft smiled and reached his hand out for her to take, guiding her closer so he could once again inhale the ginger that he only associated with her now. She stood between his legs, one hand intertwined with his while the other, tracing fingertips from the bottom of her thigh to her hip, made her shiver.

He felt himself lose all control for just a moment and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her stomach. A wonderful sigh escaped her chest and Mycroft remembered something. He moved his lips towards her hips and her breathing became stuttered and shallow. Her hand grasped his a little tighter and tangle in his hair, indicating just how much she loved her hips being worshipped.

Before he could really stop himself, he hooked his thumbs into the top of her thong and pulled it down just enough to run his tongue from one side to the other.

‘Fuck, Mycroft.’ She groaned, so he did it again, changing up the motion, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking and even gently biting at the thin layer of sensitive skin. Bethany responded to every movement, every intention he had to fill her with pleasure and listen to her moan, was understood by her and it gave Mycroft a courage to give into her completely.

Her hand was pushing his shirt away and Mycroft interpreted that as her own need to feel him against her skin as well. He continued placing messy kisses to her stomach, but quickly went about unbuttoning the last few buttons of his shirt and tossing it aside. Bethany gently stopped him from returning to her as she took a moment to gaze down as his body.

Mycroft felt a wave of shame, he wasn’t nearly as beautiful as she was, at least that’s what he felt, Bethany didn’t agree. She lifted his head to look at him properly and smiled a slightly weakened smile.

Bethany then did something Mycroft never quite felt he ever deserved; she began to kneel down in front of him. He felt his chest panting hard in anticipation, she didn’t break her gaze and Mycroft watched as her fingers open his belt, avoiding the obvious protrusion. She was being precise and clinical in a way, she knew what she was doing and it made Mycroft breath another laugh, making her smile.

Bethany slowed down, making sure that he was okay with everything she was doing. She then unzipped his trousers, the sensation sent small vibrations through him that made him break his gaze and take a deep calming breath. Mycroft lifted his hips so that she could bring his trousers down, revealing his tight briefs. The next part had him slightly more hesitant.

She sensed his nervousness and lifted herself enough to kiss him. The kiss grounded him instantly and the smell of ginger made him need her.

Finally, Bethany ran her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs and dragged them slowly down. ‘I’ve been thinking about this.’ She whispered, making him groan into her mouth again.

Bethany pulled away, Mycroft stared down at the most beautiful creature in existence and saw a hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips, before running her tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the very tip.

‘Oh God!’ Mycroft cried out, his hand going straight to one of the bedposts for support. He couldn’t quite handle both the sensation and the sight of Bethany working her mouth and tongue around his cock, but he hoped he would be able to at some point.

Mycroft let his head fall back and his eyes close as she moved her mouth slowly around him. The feel of her wet, warm mouth encompassing him was a feeling he would never forget. Her hands working with her mouth, over his hips, his thighs and her pacing were all on point, she listened to every small noise he made, every groan, every stuttered breath, she learnt exactly how to please him and more importantly to him, she learnt the moment to slow down and give him a fighting chance.

Mycroft felt his hand dive into her soft, frizzy hair and gently massage her scalp, anything to show his thanks for what she did, she hummed, chuckling as he did and Mycroft showed the ultimate control in not responding to it. He couldn’t afford to mess this up now.

He looked down to see her lips once again swollen and immediately cradled her face, kissing her deeply. Her lips were soft and it only made him groan. Mycroft guided her up, got rid of his trousers and briefs that were around his ankles and turned his attention to her thong. He didn’t have any nerves about peeling them away from her hips and discarding them somewhere with the rest of his clothes.

Mycroft let his eyes scan over her body once more. He breathed another laugh at how wonderful she was, how everything about her just seemed to be what he wanted without him knowing.

‘Come here.’ He said and gestured to the bed. Bethany just laughed and did as she was asked. Mycroft was once again on top of her and kissed her deeply, he didn’t dare press his body to hers just yet, he was saving that feeling for after he was done.

Mycroft looked down at her and gave a small smile, which seemed to excite her, but she couldn’t have known what was on his mind, could she?

He slowly kissed down her jawline, remembering what he had learnt about the sensitivity of her neck and exploited it to the maximum. He felt her hands running up his back and dragging her nails lightly over him, something else he didn’t know he enjoyed. But Mycroft continued to descend down her chest. He brought his hands up to feel the shape of her breasts, how soft and perfectly shaped for his hands they were. If he were that way inclined, he would have thought she was made to fit with him, but he wasn’t so his conclusion was that she was simply that beautiful.

It came as a small shock when he felt her body writhe beneath him, his tongue circling her nipple and sucking gently seemed to be something of another sensitive spot. Mycroft experimented for a moment, trying to find out what made her back arch the most, what made her moan out louder, what brought her closer to coming for him.

That was the goal, he wasn’t oblivious to what sex was all about, but everything felt different with Bethany, it felt more important in a way. Mycroft did everything he could think of, but eventually he realised that she needed something a little more. He brought his hand to her ribcage, lifting his head to capture her mouth, he lowered his hand, caressing her body gently and slowly, rubbing his thumb against the inside of her hip, feeling her mouth drop open.

Mycroft hovered over her, leaning on his forearm and wanting to hold her gaze while his hand gently moved her leg to open up to him. She was panting hard in anticipation as his fingers drifted closer to her core. Even Mycroft had to take a moment as he felt how wet she was, had he really done that to her? It was the ultimate indication that she really wasn’t making fun of him, surely that couldn’t be faked.

Mycroft’s lips grazed over hers as he slid his fingers through her folds, finding where she was most responsive, where she needed him to go, he listened and watched as carefully as he could, not missing a single thing, until he slowly inserted a single digit making her heavy eyes close and a deep moan emerge from her throat. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderfully pure sound, but he wanted more.

He began slowly pumping in and out, reaching deeper and finding a spot that made a thin layer of sweat form on her forehead. Mycroft then moved his mouth back to her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, anything to bring her higher. He descended, remembering every part of her body and the way she liked it to be treated, he didn’t stop, he kept going until he was between her legs.

It was never a strong skill Mycroft had, but he was certain he could do this for Bethany, he’d listened and made mental notes, revised them and he knew he could put them into practice. Mycroft used his tongue to lick through her folds and found the right pressure and pacing easily enough, but he needed to make her come.

‘Fuck.’ He heard her say without any hint of control. Mycroft groaned into the movements and felt the first indication that she was close, she clenched around his fingers, and it made him groan into her again. ‘Fuck, yes.’ She said again and realised that his enjoyment was what was bringing her close.

Mycroft devoured her and made it known just how much he loved what he was doing. Before he even got a chance to pick up any pace, Bethany cried out his name and clenched around his fingers, contracting against his mouth. It was bliss. Pleasure that Mycroft had never known. It was beautiful.

He slowly helped her descend and looked up to watch her chest heaving, panting more and more breath into her lungs. Mycroft removed his hand as slow as he could, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs and taking a moment to appreciate the sound of her panting, clearly with a smile on her face.

Mycroft eventually made his way back up her body, seeing it in a new light and enjoying every part of it’s new hypersensitivity. He felt her body still reacting to him, her dark frizzy hair splayed out against the white sheets of his bed and an exhausted smile on her face. Mycroft smiled down at her.

‘That…’ she panted. ‘Yeah.’ She laughed and Mycroft took that to mean he’d done well. ‘I don’t think anyone… you know.’ Bethany frowned trying to remember.

‘You mean to say I was the first to make you… like that?’

‘Don’t get too cocky about it, you’ve set the bar pretty high now.’ She teased.

Mycroft chuckled and placed a kiss to her lips, tasting a thin layer of sweat. ‘I feel confident I can exceed expectation.’ He said, lowly, making her smile against his mouth.

Bethany’s body froze for a split second, she had an idea and it excited Mycroft. She guided him to sit against the pillows on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before getting up onto her knees. Bethany swung her leg over his hips and Mycroft pushed himself a little further up, preparing himself for what he thought was about to happen.

She was so stunningly beautiful in the dim light, her body was soft and warm and everything that ignited Mycroft to no end. He looked up at her and readied himself for the moment she took him inside her. She was incredibly tight and Mycroft, again, let his head loll back for a moment. He held her hips, just trying to control her descent, to slow her down a little and Bethany was entirely complicit. She didn’t want to rush this either.

Mycroft lifted his head to see her, just to watch her pretty face reacting and smiled, finding that her eyes had fluttered shut. Her hand was on his chest to help hold herself upright, the other was gripping the wooden headboard and finally, Mycroft felt himself surrounded by her.

He couldn’t resist, Mycroft wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his body to hers and feeling every patch of skin against his chest. He took a moment to feel her hand tangled in his hair and to once again burn this moment into his memory. The smell of ginger and sex, the echo of moans and the sight of something truly spectacular.

Mycroft felt her hips moving just slightly and chuckled to himself, leaning back and watching as Bethany took control. She smiled as she moved, biting her lip, encouraging his hands to roam her body, if that was what she needed then that was what she would receive, he wanted her to come again.

Bethany’s hand released the headboard and snaked between their bodies. Mycroft was hypnotised by her, engrossed in the movement and the way she worked her body. He watched and listened and felt her get so close, just a little more and she would come again.

‘Bethany.’ Mycroft groaned, feeling her tighten around him, his voice seemed to do something, but again it wasn’t his forte, what did he say? He went with the only thing he could think of. ‘Will you come for me?’ His voice was more of a growl.

‘Fuck, yes!’ She cried.

Mycroft sat up, feeling Bethany clench tight around him, he swallowed her moans, devoured the sounds erupting from her throat and there was no stopping what was about to happen. He held her secure against his body, not leaving her mouth for a second, he moved them so he was once again on top and began thrusting into her at a pace he didn’t know he had.

He needed to see her, he wanted to look at her beautiful face, but he could feel her still reeling, still keeping a tight hold of him and her dark eyes piercing his was enough to make his whole body shudder. Mycroft thrust all the way inside her, coming hard, not being able to keep quiet and only her name emerging from his lips. It was all he could think of, the only thing in the entire world, nothing else existed.

His eyes had closed as he panted, regaining his breath, and he felt her lips graze his. Mycroft smiled, opening his heavy eyes and saw Bethany almost laughing she was so happy. He looked down and wondered how much longer his arms could hold him upright, he didn’t have much time left, they were about to give in.

Mycroft stroked his hand over her forehead and into her hair, examining her face in the afterglow and kissed her slowly. There was nothing sensual about it anymore, now it was comforting and grounding and reality was calling them back.

He slowly removed himself and sat back against the pillows, taking in the room again, still trying to steady his breathing and looked over at Bethany trying to do the same.

‘I love you.’ Mycroft frowned, not sure why he hadn’t said it since the day he thought she was going to die. Bethany looked over at him, startled that he’d said it, but soon began smiling uncontrollably. She rolled over to him and placed her head on his chest, he naturally came to wrap his arms around her body and keep her close.

‘I love you too, by the way.’ She said, making him chuckle. ‘In case that wasn’t clear.’

‘I had my suspicions.’ He teased and sure enough it made her giggle.

They stayed where they were for a few moments longer before deciding they both needed a quick shower and some water. Mycroft took note of her kindness on previous occasions and refused to let her do anything more than her body would allow.

Despite his own body not wanting to move or do anything more than he absolutely had to, Mycroft refused to let her go downstairs to get water, instead he retrieved it for her himself. He stepped into the shower with her and helped her clean her body, taking the clear opportunity to once again understand the way her body reacted in the afterglow.

Mycroft felt happy, he couldn’t remember the last time he could genuinely say that, but then he couldn’t remember very much at that moment.

They got into bed and Mycroft didn’t dare look at the time, instead he allowed Bethany to rest, and he instinctively curled his body around hers. It felt natural, no, it felt essential. Mycroft never wanted to know another day without her again.

END

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[katierosedreams2]

I want my bf to be my gay bff gf 1

I sat there in my sexy shiny little black dress and tall silver stripper heels. My make-up done to perfection and my hair up in a cute but simple ponytail. My long red nails nervously fumbling with my phone as I waited for my girlfriend's gay best friend, Ryan, to show up and take us to the club. I was shocked, confused, embarrassed, nervous, and a little excited about the situation I had found myself in. I tried to think back as to how I had got here. My girlfriend Amanda is so incredibly beautiful, fashionable, and sexy. She is also constantly making bets. 

She had made one with me three weeks ago. Who ever won would have to go without an orgasm for a whole month. Well, I lost the bet. It was totally unfair anyway! It was who could get another person's number the fastest. She had a number before I could even talk to another girl!  She thought I would cheat at my punishment, and there was only one thing in her mind that she could make sure I didn’t. So now I’ve been locked in a small metal chastity for three weeks! 

It’s killing me! It’s so small, but Amanda said that she did her research and that it’s actually more comfortable if it’s as small as you can possibly fit into. Apparently, if you give it any room to grow at all, it makes it extremely painful. I know I wasn’t the biggest guy to start with, about three inches on a good day, but this thing is like an inch long. I defiantly don’t have any room to grow! And it completely covers my dick, it hasn’t touched anything other than the inside of that cage for three weeks!

I asked if this was going to cause any problems, like shrinkage. Amanda swears that it won’t. But after 3 weeks straight, if I get horny, it doesn’t even put pressure on the cage any more. Yesterday I swear I could feel some extra space opening up! Amanda thinks I’m just being silly!  

And don’t get me started on her either! She's always dressed trendy and attractively, but I swear ever since this started she’s been wearing nothing but sexy, slutty outfits, or lingerie all the time! I think she’s been more dressed up in the last three weeks than she has over the year we've been together! She’s constantly teasing me, giving me lap dances and grinding up on me, or constantly bending over, anything to try and turn me on. She makes me go down on her and make her cum every night. She’s loving this, she loves that it’s killing me!

It’s really been messing with my mind. I find myself doing whatever she asks of me more and more, without question. The frustration and horniness are somehow making me more submissive, and Amanda is taking advantage of it.

She’s been making me do all of the housework, cook her meals, rub her feet, bring her whatever she wants, and pleaser her when ever she wants. I even let her practice makeup on me and style my long hair in girly ways. She makes me even dress in her panties and heels as she does those things. She demanded I shave off all of my hair too. I never had much, but it’s weird walking around with perfectly smooth legs and arms.

She also started calling me Stephanie instead of Steve. She’s making a ton of comments all the time about how I’m all locked up and can’t cum, but that she can and it’s my job to make it happen. These comments would happen in more than just private. She would make them in public places, in front of her friends, and even when she was cumming!! It’s so embarrassing and humiliating! It’s also somehow turning me on and making it really hard for me to think straight. 

Amanda seems to think that this whole thing was so funny and amusing. She told her gay best friend Ryan all about it. They are always hanging out and talking together! Ryan said he couldn’t believe what a “little bitch” I’ve become. This made me uncomfortable because Ryan is constantly talking about what a thing he has for submissive, girly boys. He’s also always telling me that he thinks I look fairly feminine, and like me fully shaven.

For some reason, Amanda thinks this is funny and encourages this behavior. She has him call me by my “proper” name, Stephanie, and is constantly making me serve him drinks whenever he’s over, or get him whatever he needs. She’s also having him come over after she’s practiced make-up and hair on me and has me walk around in nothing but high heels, panties, and a bra or a crop top. She even makes me bend over to pick stuff up that she keeps dropping on the floor. And then Ryan always slaps my butt. Amanda seems to just love the whole thing.

She even makes remarks when Ryan's over about how I’m all locked up, but Ryan can cum whenever he wants, that he’s a REAL man. It makes me super uncomfortable, embarrassed, and humiliated. But for some reason I can’t stand up to her. I just take it.

Amanda and Ryan are always making bets together. Who can do this, what’s going to happen where, who’s going to wear what at some thing. It doesn’t matter what, and the rewards can be small and meaningless, like who’s going to buy the next coffee. But they can also be big, like the winner gets three thousand dollars!

Well, one morning Amanda told me about a bet she made with Ryan the previous night. The bet was that she could make me look like, and pass as, a girl. If she won, Ryan would owe her money and she would split it with me. She didn’t say how much, but I assumed it was a lot. But if Ryan wins, I would have to be his date to a party he was going to this weekend! 

I was hesitant, of course, I didn’t want to do any of this. But I could use some money. After all, I just got laid off from my job. Amanda could see my hesitation, so she added that if I did this, she’d give over the key to my chastity. But if I didn’t, she’d hold onto it for another month. This didn’t give me a lot of choices. There is no way I could do another week of this, let alone another month! I just had to do the best I could and then, after this bet was over, I’d finally be free!

I asked how it would be judged, Amanda said Ryan would have some challenges I’d need to complete. If I completed everything, then he would agree I was a passable girl and we would win. He was giving us two days to prepare. I reluctantly agree. 

Amanda was so excited I agreed, that she jumped up and down with joy! She wanted to get started right away and said I needed to walk, talk, and move like a girl. She said that I needed to feel more feminine, and that I needed a constant reminder of my position in this world. She left the room for a moment and then came back with a realistic penis-shaped butt plug! It wasn’t that big, but it was bigger than my dick was before she locked it up!

I freaked out and tried to protest, but she got real stern and told me that I'd already agreed, and that if I back out, I would have to go on a date with Ryan and she would leave me locked in my tiny chastity for a year! I didn’t expect her to blackmail me like that! I just hung my head and told her OK, that I’d do what was asked of me without question.

She had me go clean myself out, then after I put it in, she told me I was only to take it out with her permission. And that was only when I was to go to the bathroom, otherwise I am to have a cock up my butt while mine was locked up. This is so humiliating. And this plug is starting to make me horny, it’s making me feel ways I never have.

Next, she said I’d need to sit so she could do my hair, makeup, and nails. I should always have it done from this point on, since I need to get used to it, as well as only wearing girl clothes. I need to feel completely comfortable as a woman. I just agreed shyly and let her get to work. I had to have my nails done; long red nails. She did my makeup very dramatically, glittery smokey eye, with long fake lashes, and a red glossy lip. “It’s a good thing your face is so feminine, you really make a pretty girl!” She said as she put in the finishing touches. Next, she curled my long hair and then had me follow her to her room to pick out my outfit.

She has a huge walk-in closet and most of her clothes are pretty extra. She's a very glam girl. “Its so great that you have a very skinny, feminine body! You even have an hourglass shape! You're only like an inch taller than me, and about the same weight. I'm so glad you're the same size as me!” She said cheerfully, even though it was making me feel better. “Haha oh my god, I mean you even have tiny feet, you fit in my heels perfectly! They are so girly!” She laughed as she held up a pair of fuck me pumps.

I was growing with embarrassment. It wasn't  helping that I was standing there in front of Amanda who was wearing a black sheer lingerie garter belt and stocking set and high heels, looking like an absolute sex goddess. While I have been locked in chastity for three weeks as well as having a realistic butt plug up my ass and having a full face of girly makeup and big girly hair. 

She continued casually as she went through her clothes. Pulling out one girly sexy outfit after another, holding it up to me to get an idea as to how it looks, and then putting it aside for me to wear later. “And I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, your little dick was so small it fit into that micro chastity! It’s just a small, girly, cock! It’s so small it will probably just disappear." She held up a small leather skirt over my waist. "If I cover it up you look like a girl!” I was feeling so crushed to hear what she was saying. “Oh come on Stephanie, don’t be sad sweetie. I love you! And I love you this way! I like having a girly boyfriend!” 

And then, just like that, she turned around and started going through her closet like nothing had just told me what she did. She continued pulling out outfits. She had me change clothes every 30 minutes so I could get used to all the different heels, lingerie, skirts, tops, and dresses. She was having me walk around, talk, sit and stand, bend over, kneel, and do everything like a girl! And she was judging all of it. Making my movements and mannerisms more and more feminine as we went.

As the day went on, I was getting more and more used to clothes and to moving femininely. As I talked I even tried to sound like a girl, which was heartbreaking to find out it was pretty natural for me. Amanda really seemed to be enjoying this. She loved my progress and was constantly teasing me. And the plug was tickling my insides, and was making me feel good as I moved. 

Then she told me some bad news. She said she didn’t know what tests Ryan was going to have planned, but it was probably going to be challenging and embarrassing, so she wanted us to be prepared for the worst! She thought that Ryan might make me go to the club and dance with guys, that I should be prepared for that. So she started having me learn how to dance seductively like a girl would. 

She played sexy dance music as she demonstrated the moves. She was dancing and grinding up on me, rubbing her ass against my small cage. She’d spin around and get close, moving up on me, swaying her hips. She was so sexy! It was turning me on so much! We looked like two super hot girls grinding on each other! 

Then it was my turn. She had me change my clothes again. This time into six inch pumps, crop top, and a short little skirt that didn’t even hide the bottom of my butt, and if I bent over you could see my plug. It was a really sexy outfit any slutty girl would wear to the club.

As I walked back into the living room where we were practicing, I could feel the air on my long smooth feminine legs. I swayed my hips with each step, my heels clicking on the wooden floor as I walked through the house. And my plug rubbed up against my prostate, turning me on. I was really starting to feel like a sexy girl.

As soon as I saw Amanda, I stopped in my tracks. I was terrified! She was standing there, in her same sexy lingerie and heels, but she had added a huge ten inch realistic strap on dildo. I was so shocked I could hardly get the words out “Wh-why do you have that thing?! Why are you wearing it!?” I was terrified, but also alarmed that even though I was shocked, I was still moving, standing, and sounding exactly like a girl. 

“Oh calm down Stephanie, it’s not even that big! And I’ve had this thing for a while! I got this normal sized dildo for me to use on myself when I wanted a break from all the big dicks I used to get. It came with a strap on harness. I never thought I’d use it. But I was thinking. If your going to learn to dance like a girl, your going to have to learn and love to grind up on a dick. I don’t want your first time being when we are doing the bet, it might spook you and throw you off. So we will practice with you here!” She explained cheerfully. Like it was some great idea!

“What do you mean?! How is that normal size? And what do you mean you USED to get big dick? And do I really have to?” I asked, confused, scared, and humiliated. 

“Aw I’m sorry sweetie girl. But yes, this IS a normal sized cock. I hate to break it to you, but your little baby cock was never satisfying. I had to use my little toy here after every time we had sex just to get some relief! That’s why I was so willing to lock up you small dick. I wasn’t going to miss it! Besides, your mouth makes me feel so much better! And yes, I used to have lots of big, hung, men fuck me with their long, thick, hard cocks all the time before I met you!" She said with arousal in her voice as she thought about the men she used to be with.

 She continued  "But I was looking for a break from that. That’s why I’m with you! My small, locked, little slutty girly boyfriend! Now I said get over here and grind on my cock. So be a good obedient slut, and get over here and rub your ass on this uncaged dick like you wish I’d do to you, but might never do again!” She said so demandingly.

I was so shocked, humiliated, and embarrassed. I looked down at my girly, sexy, slutty outfit. I looked exactly like a girl, I couldn't even tell the difference. I thought about the small micro chastity cage locked on me under my short skirt, and how I had no choice but to do what she said. It’s my only way out of this cage. I submissively looked up, tired to hide all of my humiliation, and walked over to Amanda. I moved as feminine, sexy, and seductively as I could. My heels clicked loudly over the sound of the music. 

Amanda smiled, she knew she'd won. That I’ll do whatever she commands, take whatever humiliation she gives, and never fight back. I walked over and started to dance as much like a horny girl as I could. Trying my best to replicate all of the things Amanda did to me earlier. Turning around and rubbing my perky girly ass on her big cock as best I could.

“Wow, you're a real natural! Big cock looks so good on your sexy girly ass! You move just like a slut!” She told me as I kept dancing. Feeling this huge cock on my ass was really making me feel girly. “That’s right! Grind on my dick bitch! You like that, don’t you!? You want my dick, don’t you slut!” She continued, making me feel more and more submissive and feminine as she spoke while I danced. 

I turned around and faced her. Swaying my hips as best I could. “Rub my cock.” She demanded. I kept dancing and wrapped my small hand around her huge dick. It made my hand look so small and feminine as my red nails could hardly make it all the way around her thick dick. It is so much bigger than my own cock. She’s right. I am really small.

For some reason, this started to turn me on. My own little dick, straining in its micro cage, as my small girly hands rubbed this massive, powerful cock. Dancing as sexy as I could, desperately trying to seduce it, as I’m dressed like a cock craving slut.

I was getting lost in the moment when Amanda spoke. “Get on your knees.” I almost froze, but remembered to keep dancing. I looked up at her with fear and confusion in my eyes. “Get on your knees” she repeated.

I slowly got down to my knees. She was towering above me in her sexy high heels and lingerie, her cock swaying in front of my face. There I waited as Amanda continued. “Ryan might test you to see if you can suck dick. So you're going to learn how to please a cock with your pretty girly mouth. We have to prepare for whatever he might come up with! Now start by kissing the tip of my cock. And then put it in your mouth. Just try to be like one of the sluts you see in the pornos. Crave this big dick! Suck this big alpha cock like you wish I’d suck your locked up little dicklet!” 

I hesitated for a second, looking up at her, crushed by what she was saying. But then I leaned in and kissed it. As passionately as I could. Thinking back to all the videos I’ve seen of sexy girls sucking a big cock just like this. And I just tried to replicate what the girls did as best I could. I kissed it, sucked it, even tried to deep throat it. The whole time Amanda was telling me things like. “That’s it, suck this big dick! You like sucking cocks don’t you? You can even deep throat it like a whore! You're so good at sucking dick! You're a real natural. That’s right, give my cock pleasure while your tiny little dick stays locked and denied! This is what a real dick looks like. This can satisfy a woman. You're so small, you could never please a woman. You only deserve to stay locked away and to worship and satisfy REAL cocks. That’s right, suck my dick slut! You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth! You're destined to be a cock sucker, you even had dick-sucking lips! I bet you wish I could cum all over you! Shoot my cum in your mouth! I know you'd love to be completely covered in my cum! That's it, keep going cock-sucker, work that cum out of my big dick!"

While she talked as I sucked her cock, I started to feel really turned on! I don’t know if it was the three weeks of chastity, but I couldn’t help it, I was loving this. I loved sucking this cock, while mine received nothing in return! I loved looking like a slutty girl. I loved what she was saying to me. And then, without warning, she grabbed my long, dark, girly hair, and pulled my head off from her big dick, and shot fake cum all over my face! 

It completely coated me! My whole face, dripping down onto my chest and lap. I couldn’t believe it! I was so horny from this, it was so sexy! Amanda thought so too! Her dildo was emptied and I kissed the tip, thanking it for cumming on me. She looked at me dressed like a slut, covered in cum, kissing this big dick, and couldn’t take it any more.

 She ripped off the strap on, and grabbed my cum-covered face and forced my mouth onto her pussy. Without any hesitation, I got to work eating her out. I had gotten incredibly good at it over the past three weeks, and had learned to love it. It was the closest thing I got to sexual pleasure. But her pussy was the wettest it'd ever been. I’ve never seen her so horny! I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. She talked to me as I licked her between orgasms. How sexy this was, how much she loved this, and how I should always be locked and pleasing cock. Finally, after 10 or so orgasms, she was done. My little dick felt like it was about to burst in its cage. I was so incredibly horny.

After that, she had me get cleaned up and redo my makeup. This cycle seemed to repeat for the next few days. Having me change outfits every thirty minutes. Always have makeup and hair done, correcting how I move or talk. Having me dance, having me suck her dildo. And then having me eat her out. This repeated non stop until the evening of the bet.

Amanda had me do my makeup with lots of eye shadow and fake lashes. My eyebrows were plucked and arched, shaped so femininely. And my lips lined to make them as big as possible. Amanda said she wanted to emphasize my dick sucking lips, maybe it would distract from the fact that I have “small boobs” as Amanda put it. 

She picked out my dress, a short black vinyl dress that hardly covers my ass, and would expose the bottom of my butt if I bent over too far. I also had to wear these super tall silver slutty heels. I’m really short for a guy, Amanda said that short girls wear tall heels to get their asses closer to cock. 

She also pointed out, that “This is the exact outfit I wore the last time I let you cum over three weeks ago. Your tiny little dick couldn’t even make me orgasm when I was wearing it. But I did let you dribble your weak little cum load on it. Now you will be wearing it, also unable to to orgasm, and who knows, you might also end the night with your dress covered in cum too!” She laughed at me, knowing this would fill me with fear and humiliation.

Amanda was also in a clubbing outfit. A short pink leather dress and tall pink heels. Her makeup was just as dramatic and sexy as mine. When Ryan got here, he looked shocked! “Well, I must say Amanda, she looks exactly like such a girly slut! I’d love to have those sexy plump lips wrapped around my dick! I’m very impressed! But remember that’s not the bet, she’s got to do more than look the part!” He said. “Oh, I think you’ll be impressed. I got her ready for whatever you have planned!” Amanda replied confidently.

“Well, as you know, we are going to go to the club, and to start off with you’ll have to convince 4 guys to buy you drinks. Then you have to dance with 10 different guys. That should be easy. I’ve seen Amanda pull like 30 guys in one night! And you look just as slutty as she does. You're also going to have to make sure not a single one of them thinks you're not a girl. I also have a few more challenges lined up for later!" Ryan laughed as he led us out the door.

I was so scared to hear what I was going to have to do! And that wasn’t even all of it! This is going to be harder than I thought! I also had no idea Amanda used to be such a slut.

 As we left our apartment, Amanda grabbed my ass as we walked. She pushed my butt plug in deeper with one finger, and said loud enough for Ryan and everyone else to hear. “Don’t worry Stephenie. I'm sure you’ll do great! You're a natural at being a slutty girl! Just have fun with it! I can’t wait to see you grinding this sweet plump ass on so many cocks! Having them press up on your plug, wishing they could be in your ass instead! It’s turning me on so much! Thinking of you small dicklet locked away as these big strong men grind their big hard cocks on you! It’s a good thing your tiny dick is so small, I was able to lock it in such a little micro cage you can’t even see it under your dress! However, like I promised, after tonight I will hand the key over. It’s a shame, I’m really enjoying being the one keeping you all locked up!” 

-Katirosedreams OG Cap

[jow99]

It’s officially summer

Tuesday morning is cycling morning and Marjolein decided we should meet with the group and start out with them. We both agreed we didn’t have enough food or legs to do a 100km+ ride with them. Having said that we were hanging in there really well so next thing we know we’re almost at the border with France 😳 We had taken a slightly easier option and missed one big climb.

With a little help from our friends we made the whole ride (112km) and collapsed two very tired girls into the bar at the end. A clara (shandy) has never tasted sooo good.

Thankfully we had leftover moussaka for lunch and it was a pretty quiet afternoon. Later in the afternoon we met Marjolein and Martijn for a swim and a drink down at the beach. It actually ended being a lateish night.

Wednesday is Spanish day. Jose had a meeting this morning so I cycled off to the Spanish conversation group on my own and he joined me later. From there we headed over to storage via a bar for a glass of wine and some patatas brava.

This afternoon was housework until it was time to go for my Spanish lesson. They’re so much more enjoyable now I’m not under the pressure of my exam.

It had been windy and overcast when I left for my lesson so we decided against a swim. Of course by the time I came out of my lesson the sun was shining. Annoying but we consoled ourselves with a sangria and people watching.

Nibbles on the balcony and then we retired inside to watch tv. There is so much rain, flooding and hail in other parts of Spain but it’s missing us. I’m quite happy with that as long as the dams are filling up.

[glitchinginhyperfixis]

how mike and el’s relationship is similar to ted and karen’s

okay, so i was reading this https://octobergrae.tumblr.com/post/695241195442618368 post. specifically the wibble-wobbegong reblog. and when i reached the part about finn having said mike and el are like “a married couple without the option of divorce,” and to me, that summarizes them so well.

it really feels like from the beginning, they were pushed into this relationship. they were pushed into committing to it at such a young age—basically pressured into being in a serious relationship as pre-teens. and no specific person pressured them, but that didn’t mean they didn’t feel pressured.

it’s almost as though they were pushed into some sort of arranged marriage. they remind me a lot of karen and ted. they stay together because they don’t see another option.

karen doesn’t divorce ted (though it’s obvious she wants to) because she doesn’t want the kids’ parents to be separated (even though it would clearly do them a lot of good for their parents to separate). el doesn’t break up with mike because she thinks this is what she should be doing. this is what she saw in those tv shows. she’s happy she should be happy. so, why would she break up with him? for her, there’s no other option. it doesn’t exist for her because she sees this relationship as something that is just supposed to exist. even in season three when she breaks up with him, max tells her he’ll be begging for her forgiveness in no time, which implies that they both plan on getting back with their respective boyfriends.

the option doesn’t present itself until season four when el begins to realize she doesn’t need mike, and she doesn’t want to be with him.

ted doesn’t divorce karen for a reason. i personally think it’s because he doesn’t want another relationship so he doesn’t see a point in divorcing her. he’s comfortable. he’s comfortable, and divorcing her would make him feel uncomfortable, because he would feel lost without her. karen does all the parenting. karen does the housework. ted relies on karen, and he knows this. he also knows this if he divorces her, he won’t have her to depend on anymore.

mike doesn’t break up with el for this same reason. he’s comfortable with her, and breaking up with her would make him to feel uncomfortable since he’d be on his own. he feels like he needs el (he’s defined by her at this point. he’s not just mike. he’s el’s boyfriend. and to him, that’s a good thing, because he’s never wanted to be just mike).

i’ve seen a lot about mike needing to be needed, but in instance (with this parallel), i think it’s more about mike needing others. i saw the post (i’ll link it if i can find it) about mike with the hopper and enzo scene (“they didn’t need me. i needed them.”), and this is exactly what i’m talking about. mike wants—needs them to need him, but he what truly needs to is to realize that they don’t need him, and they never will. they want him. they all love him. they don’t need him, but they want him. nobody needs hopper. joyce doesn’t need hopper. she takes care of everyone just fine on her own. el doesn’t need hopper. she survived when she thought he was dead. joyce took care of her. she still had family. nobody needs mike. they’d survive without him (and maybe will does need him, but he’d survive without him. he’d be to survive without mike eventually, just like he did in lenora).

so, in the same way that ted needs karen to need him (because if she doesn’t need him as a co-parent, he’ll have to find his own way as a parent and person in general), mike needs el to need him, because if she doesn’t need his help or his love, he’s nothing. he’s lost, and he’s scared, and he’s mike. and at this point, we know that mike doesn’t think he’s enough. alone, mike is nothing. mike is nothing without el. ted is nothing without karen.

and we’ve seen it. we’ve seen that karen doesn’t need ted. she could raise the kids on her own. she could find a job. she could do it. but time and time again, she falls back into the safety of what she knows (it’s the safe option). she doesn’t leave ted because it’s all she’s ever known (and mike is all el’s ever known. they’ve been together since they were kids, and their relationship has been festering since before el even knew how to communicate).

ted is an anchor. mike is an anchor. but they are not needed. at the end of the day, karen needs her kids, and el needs her family. karen and ted’s divorce is basically inevitable, and if they do stay together, we all know they’re not going to be happy. they’re going to continue to be comfortable.

the same goes for el and mike.

last thing. in season four, there were blatant scene parallels between ted and mike. technically, the first two pictures are comparing mike and el to ted and karen, but the second also parallels nancy and el both storming away from the dinner table, which i find very interesting considering the many, many parallels between mike and hopper. (it’s almost as if they’re also comparing el to mike’s family members, but why? because *squints at writing on hand* mike and el are in love?)

#byler #anti mileven #i’m not against the ship but i just don’t think they fit together romantically #the cool milkvan shippers aka elumax-truther ily #this is embarrassing and i’ll probably delete it :) #brb jumping off a cliff like a true mike kin #i also went down a rabbit hole a few days ago about the colors on will’s shirt and what they mean #the madness has taken over #if this flops you saw nothing

[senorincognito69]

Flesh Hypnosis: Pavlovian husband

Madame Garcha's flesh hypnosis couple therapy now offers at home sessions.

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Another day… another 16 hours of Ryan doing nothing.

Lucy sighed as she walked into the living room to see her husband once again watching TV as he browsed his laptop. Today marked his seventh consecutive month of unemployment. That wouldn’t be entirely horrible, were it not for the fact that he never helped around the house. Sometimes she wondered if he ever applied for jobs like he said he did…

“The dishes haven’t been done,” she sighed towards her husband. Hoping that somehow, this time it would be different and he would go and do the housework like she asked.

“I’ll get to them in a moment dear,” came his utterly predictable reply, as he proceeded to just cross her arms behind her head and go back to daydreaming.

Lucy bit the tip of her tongue, holding back the harsher thoughts she wanted to yell at his face. It wouldn’t matter soon anyway, that had been her last chance. She rubbed the small amulet hidden in her pocket, hoping that Garcha would make good on her promise. Grabbing her pack of cigarettes Lucy stormed out through the kitchen door and stepped out, planning to go to a nearby park. She had no desire to witness what would happen next

A sudden crackling, the door of the closet under the stairs opened and Garcha appeared, a gust of displaced air heralding her arrival. Without announcing her arrival she stepped forward towards the living room, stopping just in front of Ryan with a brown leash and collar clutched in her right hand. “Aren’t you just a lazy naughty boy!”

Ryan jumped, staring at the stranger in sheer disbelief. “What the fuck! Who are you?! Who let you in?! What are you doing here?!”

“Bad boy! You do not bark at me!” Garcha scolded, snapping her fingers as her nails shone a brilliant magenta.

“Bad boy? Do you think I'm some sort of dog?!”

The witch smiled smugly as she dangled and jiggled the collar in front of Ryan, the dog-bone tag on it had the name ‘Buddy’ written into the metal. “That’s just a matter of fact, that’s why your mommy hired me to train you. Now get up, pup!”

…

As Ryan stood up from the couch, face red with indignant anger, he failed to recognize that his changes had already begun. His brown body hair was already starting to thicken into the short and dense coat of a labrador retriever. “My name is Ryan Ronson and you are not going to come into my house and speak to me like some sort of dog!”

Garcha twirled the collar around two of her fingers and scowled. “No you’re not. You just lounge around the house all day, because you are a dog. And good dogs like you don’t bark at their humans.” She retorted, a smug and wild look in her eyes.

Ryan saw red, and attempted to get closer to the taunting witch. But only succeeded in taking a single step before his legs collapsed underneath him. During the fall, his pants had come loose as his shrinking waistline no longer filled them out. From the waist down his feet were slimming down inside the shoes, forming the digitigrade paws of a dog. A deep and slightly discomforting pressure built in his hips and spine, before a bony pop echoed throughout the house.

Breathing heavily, he watched in wordless disbelief as a tail pushed out between his legs and his manhood reddened and retracted into that of a doggy shaft. “What the fuck, what the fuck…!” he repeated to himself as he scooted his back up against the couch. He felt the urge to stand up and get out of there, but knew with instinctive mammalian certainty that there was no possibility for him to stand on his two hind legs anymore.

“See? You’re Buddy, not Ryan. Now be a good boy and sit for me.” Garcha’s voice said as she clicked the collar shut around his throat. The cold metal of the dog-tag  against his burning  bare skin. For whatever reason, her words echoed around in his head, and before long he found himself situated squarely on his rear end.

As his hands twitched and fingers began to shrink into the front paws of a dog, Garcha’s hand descended onto his head. The fingers rubbing across his scalp felt good, even as they massaged the hair on his head and the human curvature of his spine away. His shirt came loose as his chest and shoulders shrunk, forming the barreled torso of a dog as his shoulders locked into a permanent quadruped position.

Garcha smiled and began to rub just behind his ears as they began to move into a proper position along with the rest of his head. “I don’t think you’re a bad dog, you just haven’t been trained Buddy, you just need some love and some petting!.” She cooed, voice dripping with saccharine mockery. “You are a natural, a true son of a bitch, I am right? Don’t waste our time fighting, just embrace the canine!”

The last of his human form began to fade away, his skull pushing out and narrowing into the broad muzzle of a chocolate lab. Ryan desperately wanted to struggle, the shrinking vestige of his human mind demanded that he resist his wanton dehumanisation. Yet, he found the will to do so lacking. As the color began to fade from his eyes, the instincts and thoughts of the dog he had become crowded out his objections. He just wanted to feel good, and to make his humans happy.

Garcha undressed the dog and kneel at his side, rubbing the furry back of his head as she pulled her cellphone out. “Now give a big dumb smile for you momma Lucy, she’s just thrilled to see what good boy you had become!”

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#tf #tfcaption #caption

[sneezydarliing]

HI. hypmic anon im back hello. Sorry in advance for the long ass scroll of text DHDHSB. I dont think you can even begin to understand how RABID your reply made me im giggling kicking my feet rn. Its canon TO ME!!!!! ALL OF IT!!! (well almost all of it bc i dont think ramuda would keep the gifts especially if they would get in his way bc hes a dick. And i love him for it. Fake ass bastard <3) no fr he "has to be in control" are you trying to kill me genuinely. Genuine question

scenarios are. Oh gosh okay i love. Control. I want to crush him like a bug i NEED to see him crack so i dont really care too much about the cause but GOSH having to power through a shitty (emotionally and physically) day WITH the added pressure of a whole ass fake persona on top of everything else. Soooo delicious to me. Anything with him just being surrounded by people especially FANS and having to keep up the /everything/ while just wanting to be anywhere else...... im SO sick of this guy i hate him

Also also okay listen dont judge me TOO much here but i. Am coming. From the anime adaptation i KNOWWW I KNOW thats like a cardinal sin or whatever but listen i dont know enough jp to go beyond like, the first few cd dramas and i DEFINITELY dont know enough to tackle the drb game (can we have a localization im actually on my knees begging) and i did catch up on a few of the cd dramas but i never got to dh and bat.... But the anime did just get to them. Dh seem very. They seem very. (<- a person who got into hypmic bc they saw art of sasara and thought they would like him)

ANYWAYS. That is to say i might not know them too well YET but I WILL STILL!! CONSUME ANY AND ALL HYPMIC CONTENT!!! So rest assured there is an audience (albeit small) and also im gonna shout out the anime adaptation omw out bc listen that shit is so fucking bad its so funny. Who greenlit them for a second season im crying

To finish this word dump off, i will offer up another little scenario for matenro which im gonna assume are the mtr in your tags (and sorry in advance if its a typo and you meant mtc and im just being dumb) specifically some domestic hifudo bc i still CANNOT believe they canonically live together like are you kidding me. Anyways im putting peak himbo hifumi out of commission bc of some virus that has been going around in his workplace. And doppo is fucking fighting for his life bc hifumi always does all the housework and cooking (CANONICALLY. im never getting over these two) and 'oh my god what does a sick person even need like are you joking ive never taken a sick day in my life and you expect me to take care of another person????' Ft jakurai on doppos speed dial trying to calm him down bc its really not that bad

HELLO AGAIN!!!!!!!! holding this so dear omg...

You are so right in all of it !!!! Admitidly I like DH bc they're very silly. Thr anime id so bad but i hold it so dear bc so is the game. Hypmic at its essence is just. Lovably terrible.I was lucky enough to be able to read a lot of the manga when slug still had it up so I do know a lot more more than the anime puts out !!! The anime is silly though love it

I really wish they'd come out with an arb eng but bcuz there's not many western fans my hopes aren't high 😔

ALSO I love that scenario so much... domestic hifudo is so dear to me I love them so much. Hifu being taken care of for once instead of bring the one that always takes care of others they make me emotional

#love all of these sm #also i love you hyp/mic anon please continue to grace me with your prescrnce wheneevr you please #snz stuff #theres a super cute hifudo sick doppo fic on here SOMEWHERE but i cannot for the life of mr remember who made it orz

[orangesuitlove]

The howl of the Night Ep.1

Run.

Hide.

or Attack.

As I watched Ari and the other children, I was repeating the knowledge they had learned throughout their lives.

It was the first three rules that they had to be in practice.

The first three rules that make them powerful hunters.

I have always admired them. I would like to go out on the field and take lessons like them. I've always wanted this the whole time since I've lived here.

And that option was never given to me.

I always wondered why. Then I stopped wondering. Questioning too. I just served to my dear family.

I washed the dishes. Cleaned. Cooked.

And made my family happy.

Like the things I will do for the hunter I will marry in the future when the time comes.

Lorianne. that was exactly who she was. A normal person.

A loser with no hunter blood.

After my parents died, my uncle took care of me and my little brother, Toby. Since that day, we had to carry this show of gratitude on us at all times for their reputation. But the things were different in here.

Toby was a little boy and could hunt with other hunters if he wanted to.

I was the one who is different.

When the hunting days came, I would be alone here in this town.

I wish I could go up to them or at least ask how they are. But throughout my existence here, I always sensed something different in the way they looked at me.

They didn't have a hatred for Tobi, only for me. At first, I didn't mind this, I even thought it was a trait of being a hunter.

But it was weird that they were just using it against me.

While all my peers were struggling to prove themselves in the arena, I was here doing the housework that my aunt gave me.

Sweeping the goddamn garden.

Maybe it was one of my favorite chores out of housework. At least I could see what people were doing outside.

As I was getting ready to go inside, I saw Ari stepping out of the work area. He waved goodbye to the others and started walking towards the house. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes from the exciting activity he had just experienced.

That was until he saw me.

He immediately turned his head in the direction which I wasn't there. "Is Toby inside?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Went out with my uncle."

With a grunt of approval nod, he walked in without another word.

Ari had the potential to be one of the youngest and most talented hunters out there. He was the only son of my uncle and was raised with the awareness that one day he would continue the leadership that uncle is going to pass him, so he was a tough build and did not talk much to people.

Also, he hates me so much.

Unlike the people outside, feeling the negative gaze of someone from home on me every second was an unbearable challenge at first. In addition to the cold attitude of others towards me, the feeling of hatred that one of my own blood pressured on me hurt me very much.

Then I learned to ignore it too. Or that's how I consoled myself.

Taking one last look at the training area, I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard the front door's opening and then closing. The familiar footsteps began to make their way into the hall. Right next to him, another person was advancing, with more hasty and frequent steps.

Uncle and Toby.

Toby quickly rushed upstairs to his room. I didn't know what it was for, but I felt it was probably because of one of my uncle's assignments.

And then the bell started to fill the whole house.

"Is the dinner ready?" Uncle asked without looking at me as he checked the time in his pocket.

''Yes.''

The sun was setting.

The gates of the our village was closing again, with the sound of the bells added with each new year in town.

  This would not have come as an abnormal situation for me, my uncle, or anyone else in this village. It was as if I had grown up with this bell right next to me since my birth.

The sound we heard had two meanings.

Warning for insiders.

Awakening for the outsiders.

Before I set the table, I looked out the window at the setting sun.

The outsiders...

The beasts...

After a while, the howls that followed the bell were close.

"Lorianne."

With my uncle's warning tone, I made my way to the kitchen and got to work serving his meals.

While I was preparing the plates on the counter, I was listening to the table conversation with one ear.

"I heard you had another successful training session, son."

Ari did not answer for a while as he sipped his water from his glass. I could imagine his facial expression. I could feel his lip curling upward in an egotistical manner, giving his father a triumphant look.

He's been like this since he was little. He despised people and looked down upon them.

"It wasn't a different outcome for me, Dad."

I knew how proud my Uncle Bryan's only son was to be the shining youth of his town. He could never help but enjoy the pleasure of reliving this feeling over and over at the dinner table every evening.

My aunt still hadn't left her room, but I shared her family's favorite soup, which she had prepared in the morning, in bowls and brought it to the table.

Be careful, be careful Lorianne. I was telling to myself those words again and again.

But in the end, as I set my uncle's soup on the table, I quickly backed away as my fingers gripped the wrong side of the bowl and I couldn't take the heat any longer.

With my sudden movement, my uncle pulled his chair back and stared at me.

''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Lorianne! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" As my uncle roared, I dropped the other bowl of soup on the table and stepped back to get away from him.

I heard Ari say, "Fucking stupid human," shaking his head and grimacing in disgust.

My uncle sat back in his chair, pinching his nose with his fingers. "I don't want to deal with this bullshit now. Go get a new one."

I hesitated when I opened my mouth to say something.

Why did I want to respond?

Stop giving me orders.

I held my breath. I felt something inside me tense, even tempted to resist.

"Lorianne. Why are you just standing there? Do what I told you.''

I lowered my head, blinking my eyes. I swallowed and tried to step forward, forcing my body as if it didn't want to move.

What was I fighting for?

To disobey?

Nonsense.

That's what I thought as I picked up the half-spilled soup on the table and headed for a new one.

Lorianne Montagreen. The older of the two children that even her family gave up on loving and left her in the unknown.

All this time she had let people crush her and turn her into whatever they wanted.

Why had she begun to question herself now, the night before her birthday, as if in existential pangs?

Nothing had changed before. Even if she is the only one who remembers that day. Even Toby had stopped celebrating her birthday a long time ago.

What had changed? Had she not wanted to refill the soup she had spilled that had changed her?

What was the thing that she doesn't want to do?

I glanced briefly into the silence outside. I looked at the bright moon that lit up the sky and the night was covering everything. It looked scary outside when the bells weren't ringing. And if I'm not mistaken, there was a full moon tomorrow.

I sighed, looking at the soup, which I don't even like the smell of.

I thought it was all bullshit.

And  nonsense just like my existence.

#werewolf #werewolves #wattpad story #werewolf story #story

[beautifullychaoticworld-blog]

I wonder if I should marry because everyone around me is doing it (don’t think it’s a good idea to follow the herd of sheep)... because at least I will say that I was married (won’t be a spinster anymore)... or because I’m being pressured into it by friends and the men who wanna date me... 

However I’m still not ready with anyone who ever wanted to date me so far... does that mean I have to be with someone who I do not feel attracted to, do not find attractive and do not really like at all just to say I’m married and have someone to have sex with? I never really wanted kids either... and married people eventually have kids and raise them which is really hard and expensive... 

Don’t think I will be happy (as right now I’m not getting someone who I truly desired or liked but someone who liked me and picked me instead which means he has to convince me to be with him)

Also the thought of becoming a mother makes me nauseous... don’t wanna go through all of this (pregnancy, childbirth, raising one or two kids and taking care of an adult man too, doing the housework and having a successful career on top of that... just too much work). Not to mention just how limited it would make me feel and like I can never relocate again since I’m settling down... 

Family life never really appealed to me either... Used to live with couples and the girls always looked sooo miserable (a lot more than the guys) and overworked... seen my friends go through breakups and separations... I was also abused (dumped once) by men in the past which makes me not trust them enough to wanna marry them... 

I think I might’ve gone through a Saturn Return in the past few years (since I was around the ages of 27 and 30)... “Saturn is currently in Aquarius and has been since December 2020. If your Saturn is in Aquarius, that means you’re currently experiencing a Saturn return and will be until March 2023″

I did not feel like it was too bad, the lessons that I had to learn from this Saturn Return thing (I love astrology and I’m a bit of a geek)... there was some talks about responsibility (when it comes to having sex, marriage and relationships) while I was dating, mortality (having a brain tumor, going through covid and getting and recovering from covid, people around me dying and coming to terms that I might die some day too). I went through a transition to becoming an aunt (since my sister had two babies and I even held a baby before) and leaving the city where I studied for university, also leaving the uni environment behind, moved back home where it’s safe for me... 

I get a feeling I’m going to be unhappily married if I go on that road just because I’m this age where everyone around me is married... because I’m going to settle for someone I do not find attractive, may not be attracted to and he likes me but I don’t as much lmao (only taking him because he’s available and because he made it clear he likes/wants me only to find out that I’m not ready with him haha)... on top of that I had to learn the hard way that I have to lower my standards a bit. Too bad I can’t get and have the guys that I actually liked or wanted naturally, eventhough some were already taken... Love sux. It makes me sad that I’m probably not going to be with someone who I really liked or felt like I deserved... or I just can’t be with someone who I like.... also yes everything is one-sided... 

#marriage #i have all the opportunities to marry at times because have men coming up to me but #i'm still not ready with anyone... #i don't like them as strongly as they seem to like me... #saturn return