#so if anyone sees any problems with this or has any tips for corrections i'm all ears

[workinclass]

Apo Nattawin in Harper's Bazaar Singapore

#apo nattawin #apo nattawin wattanagitiphat #kinnporsche #kinnporschesource #kpedit #kinnporscheedit #* #did i open up ps after over 10 years because i loved how fem apo was in the second one but hated how whitewashed he looked #yes yes i did #he was so badly whitewashed in that second one that it was more like i was trying to colourise a black and white photo #i've never done an edit that has skin tone correction specifically in mind before as i always tried to avoid source material that requires i #so if anyone sees any problems with this or has any tips for corrections i'm all ears

[kinky-moth]

@zeal-kitten now there is (part three)(first) TW: hard kinks such as noncon and mind break, overstimulation, degradation, edging Dead dove, do not eat

Public dildo training part four

The first night passes seamlessly, the meat toy lays passed out and bound for the entire duration until its woken It's normal for its first sleep sessions to be peaceful after the new routine, but during those nights its brain gets thoroughly scrubbed once more: the focus is put not only on how hot and aching it feels all the time, but how every unauthorized orgasm now lowers the pleasure.

For every restful night there's a heavy edging session alike to the first, building up its resistance time and correcting it with electric shocks but it's when the subject starts being awake during sleep time that the training can progress

The toy soon find itself waking earlier every time, alone with what remains of its thoughts and its melting heat: it struggles in its binds, whining and humping the air for the slightest bit of friction but its new bed is made so the only pleasure to be received is from the edging machine. By now its brain associates coming with pain and subconsciously ruins every orgasm the toy may have; devoid of control, it whines at the lack of climaxesstill complains at being denied, which is why the correction method will now switch.

Every time the toy allows itself to cum it will be put back in its resting pod, no matter how far in the training it is: the machine becomes less careful with its handling and works it up until it gives in, then places it back for a full day time out Day by day the toy becomes more frustrated with itself and consequentially starts anticipating the machine more: it doesn't take long for the subject to look ecstatic once it is taken out and its denial times increase drastically, the toy going as far as warning the examiners of its proximity to an orgasm

It won't change anything, but it proves that it is ready for the test.

[...]

One night, its limp body finally gets taken out of its restraints: its limbs are weak and heavy as it lets itself be carried with no resistance, it feels absurd to even want to defy anyone as the toy that it is, it only hopes its cock will get more pleasure soon.

Its limbs don't stay unbound for long but that's not a problem as a dildo doesn't need to move by its own accord, if an owner decides it needs to stand it knows it'll be trained to do so. They lay it down on what is its soon to be working post: its limbs tied to the sides and its body elevated enough for someone to use as a seat. Its eyes are blindfolded but the rest of it is left free for the special occasion, in the future its while body will be strapped further as only its lower half will be allowed to the public.

As the preparations are finished someone else enters the room, an unfamiliar voice does something it hadn't exprienced in a while: talking to it. "Hey there, you must be the new dildo" she says in a cheery voice, as if speaking to a pet "awwh you're so needy aren't you? Already all hard like a good toy"

The toy throbs at the words, it's like they scratch an itch so deep in its brain, it cannot help but leak

"Pffft are you happy to see me?" the voice keeps up, reaching to stroke the tip. It was loving, warm, different from a machine or a doctor.. she wanted to feel it up and it made its hips jerk in joy

"Oh dear, keep some composure" she chuckles -as if a toy like you would have any- "come on, take a deep breath.. just like that, relax" Its body obeys, deep down it knows how to serve for those who choose it. It tenses up as lube is spread all over, breathing heavily and focusing on the voice as it has always done

"I'm here to make sure you're perfect for our company" some rustling can be heard "and your cum is too precious to just give away isn't it?"

It shivered at the way she spoke filthy words with such a lovely voice, "you see, those who like it messy are willing to pay for it, so be the good toy they told me you were" suddenly it can feel a vibration coming from lower down, running up its shaft

It was edging all over again, and it loved it. It held still as much as it could but it proved surprisingly difficult without the restraints and despite the soreness in its limbs- but the voice spoke "dildos don't move unless asked, but do feel free to whine" and it could only shiver and obey.

Soon it was covered in small vibrators, stroked by textured wands and massaged by warm hands: she was difference from the machine, she was human and she was hellbent on finishing it off.

She may only have had two hands but she also had a voice: she talked the toy through the entire time, trying all the different types of clients' demands they may have "stop talking, toy", "plead", "jerk your hips", "jerk them harder, I'm not gonna move", "keep that cock completely still" "take the torture" The subject has forgotten the meaning of cruel by this point.

The hours pass and its mind follows commands without hesitation, dopamine flooding in at every praise Yet deep inside, its body still yearns to cum

It can feel it building up right as she places her mouth for its reward: it was nothing like it had felt, it brought it back to an earlier time, one it had almost forgotten, one where there was love and warmth.. One it couldn't take, one that after all might break all the days of training, which is why human contact is initiated before the end of training

A toy is already mind broken, but it can break further in ways that are not wanted It can, but this one begged

"Please," it said with a raspy voice "..please don't make me cum" Ah, always so good to see a long term subject come around

She didn't listen of course, instead she kept giving it more of that torturous warmth that it couldn't take yet couldn't live without; it pleaded and apologized knowing in the back of its head only permission would give it pleasure, it strung words together about her, almost making sense

It wasn't enough, why would she stop for a toys pleads? She's here to wring those out of it specifically. It felt its shame and fear build up more and more.. ready to burst.. its hips jerk up- Yet again, its body obeyed the training more than its worrying mind, not a drop was lost.

Relief would've been in place, except it didn't stop It kept going, she kept going Over and over again, it felt itself build up and get stuck on the high, it hips hurt from all the moving, its words incoherent and desperate It was a mess of tears and sweat as the woman worked its cock, the only thing that gave it worth

Subjects lose sense of time quickly after entering the facility, the days blend together while the sessions extend forever; so it was no surprise it had no idea how long she kept it in such a painfully beautiful state, presumably enough for it to burn its moldable mind forever

She got up from her seat between its legs, admiring its red glistening body before leaning down to its ear

"You did well meat toy, so nicely you passed the test" amusement seeped through her words "now, cum."

A click, and its body knew what to do: cum sprayed everywhere before it could even process such an information, adrenaline coursing through its veins as it finally released It took a few seconds to let out all the pent up energy in it, but time seemed to dilate as its vision when white, it felt so happy

It's awareness faded after that, if there was ever much to begin with, but it had passed the test and only more bliss could lay ahead.

(final)

#seeing people enjoy my stuff always motivates me to do more #mmm thinking thoughts #nsft #kinkystuff #spicy content #nsft text #pretty boy #nsft story #mind conditioning #mutt training #brainwashing #hypnoslut #corruption kink #degredation kink #rough cnc #cnc fr33use

[daedalusdavinci]

16, riddlebat. disabled people time

16. At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. the way youve literally sent me this prompt before lol tho tbf that one was for 2f and matches. anyway now that im done teasing heres your eds eddie that ik youre dying for

It takes less than a minute for Edward to start complaining. He complains like it's the fuel that keeps him going, eternally bitching every moment he isn't bragging, except for when he manages to do both at once. He complained so much about being left behind, but he complains just as much about the stakeout, so there's no winning. He fidgets, stretches, grumbles, riddles, bitching first about nothing, then about boredom, then about Bruce, rolling from one subject to the next seamlessly. If Bruce wasn't so used to doing stakeouts with children, he might have found it impossible to tune out. At least Edward has never tried to walk on his hands along the edge of the roof.

It takes one hour before Edward's complaints start to have an edge. He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, stretches his legs out in front of him, and twists his back every way he can. He pops every knuckle, shifts his jaw, and hunches forward over his knees. His complaints are biting, now, grumbled and sulky and miserable, instead of too loud and delivered with a whiny flair.

"I told you we would be sitting here for a long time," Bruce tells him, even as he unfurls from his hunch, moving back from the edge of the roof.

"I didn't think we'd be sitting on a roof. It's freezing," Edward grumbles, but he shifts forward when Bruce moves behind him, peering more carefully over the edge.

"I told you it'd be cold."

"There's cold, and then there's sitting on concrete a hundred feet up, feeling the ice travel through your fucking bones. Riddle me this, Batman. What bites, but has no teeth?" Edward grumbles. He's leaning into Bruce's hands even before Bruce applies any pressure, and the minute Bruce's thumb finds the first knot in his shoulder, he groans in relief, head tipping back.

"Watch the street," Bruce instructs, digging in deep. His thumbs smooth, pull, and press, working it out gradually. Edward is a tangle of defunct connective tissue and stress, and at their age, the cold has a way of finding aches. He should have made sure Edward wore something warmer, or at least brought something for when he inevitably disregarded the advice.

Edward is like putty in his hands, pliant and heavy, but he does return his gaze to the street. "You're deflecting."

"It's not nearly cold enough for you to get frostbite," Bruce says. "At worst, you'll catch a cold and spend the next week bitching about it."

"I'm going to be sore for days."

"You'll be sore tonight. We'll take a hot bath, you'll warm up, and I'll work on whatever's left. And next time, when I tell you you're not coming with me on a stakeout, you're going to listen."

"I need to be here," Edward insists. "I need to see it all happen, as it is. I have to catch the things you miss."

"I never had any problem catching you."

"That was then. This is now. Things are more complicated than they used to be. That's why you have me, remember? Or are you forgetting things too, now, in your old age?"

For that, Bruce digs his thumb into a particularly sore spot. Edward flinches, shooting him a sour look over his shoulder before Bruce resumes his ministrations. "You've always been able to solve things from my files before. Consider it an extra challenge."

"You're just an OCD tightass who can't stand anyone else messing with his precious case."

"I'm a tightass who can't stand the way you throw yourself headlong into trouble," Bruce corrects.

"Aw. Because I'm your precious headcase?" Edward doesn't turn, this time, but Bruce can hear the grin.

"Something like that," Bruce allows, pressing his lips just softly against Edward's shoulder.

"Look at you, you big bad bat," Edward says, fond and teasing. There's more on the tip of his tongue, Bruce knows- there's always more- but he stiffens suddenly. "Wait- There!"

Edward grabs Bruce's shoulder as he lurches towards the edge, and suddenly both of them are silent, watching. The rest of the massage will have to wait.

#asks #tumblr drabbles #ashysiashy #riddlebat #riddler #batman #edward nygma #edward nigma #bruce wayne #im literally not proofreading this peace and love #if theres typos no there arent

[themysticsword]

Quitting RoR2 Modding

(posting this in case anyone who plays my RoR2 mods isn't in any of the discord servers lol)

So, basically, yeah, I'm done with Risk of Rain 2 for good. Don't wanna associate myself with the game. Just really want it gone from my life. I don't want to think about it.

All of the mods I made out of my personal interest are now marked as deprecated, and potentially will even be deleted later. The only things that will stay are projects that were either made for friends, had contributions from more than just me, or are funny enough that I feel like they should stay.

Why? For a lot of reasons.

The Community Manager

So, SeventeenUncles (or Suncles, as we all call him). The guy may seem like a chill person on the twitch streams, but god. He's Bad at server moderation. Everybody in the server knows it. And if somebody has any kind of complaint about that moderation, he silences all the critique and tells to open a ticket via Modmail, which will not result in anything because why would he care lmao he's the community manager and he makes all the rules.

Like this one. I wrote a proper, consise ticket about my mute (which was unfair, by the way!), expecting to either get unmuted or at least get a response or have a conversation as to why they think it was fair. Guess what I got.

you're welcome suncles.

There's a lot of problems with how he's running the server, which I'm not gonna talk about, because, luckily, someone else has already done it, in detail! https://www.tumblr.com/gabrielultrakill-bigboobs/723312859455651840/the-official-risk-of-rain-discord-and-its-hellish?source=share

A lot of nasty stuff. In the official server, mind you.

But yeah. He represents the company Hopoo Games, and who am I to support a company with a prick as their representative :)

The Community Itself

Now, I know this is a dumb reason to quit over, but it's not the reason. It's just one of them.

It's toxic. Elitist. And, most importantly, way too controllable. We have, like, 4-5 mainstream content creators, and almost all of them manage to give the worst tips to newbies despite sinking hours into the game and, supposedly, having a lot of experience and knowledge.

It's so bad to the point where some youtubers call out the wiki for giving "false information", so their fans go on the wiki and make edits while parroting whatever Mr. Youtuber said.

Picture this: you're a new player, and you have unlocked a hard character. You struggle with them, so you go to the wiki, and the first thing you're told is that you actually need to unlock a different ability for them to make them playable. And only 7-8 paragraphs below, the wiki tells you how to use the base abilities properly. You know. The ones that you have right now, as a new player. While also making them sound weaker than they are in reality. Doesn't this sound like imposing someone specific's preferred playstyle onto everybody else?

Constant arguments. You open the discord server, or the subreddit, or a youtube video, just about anything, and you'll see people disrespecting each other over a video game. These arguments usually stem from someone being incorrect, them getting corrected by others, and that person fighting until the end of times just to prove that they're actually right, because, for some reason, they can't accept being wrong.

And I kept seeing these arguments. Engaging in them. When you want to interact with the community of a game on this scale of popularity, you just can't not encounter the bad parts. Statistically impossible.

Oh, and you know why the community partially is like that? Because the devs and the moderators are fine with that behaviour. The devs are known to be all mean and like "massive trolls" or whatever. Meanwhile, you don't see this shit happening in the A Hat in Time or Celeste servers.

Other Projects

Lastly, I've been meaning to quit RoR2 for a long time now. I want to move on and do something else. I've been making RoR2 mods for 4 years now, I think? It's a shame I have to leave like this, but eh, whatever.

If you're reading this, I hope you're doing well! I'm doing well, because I got rid of the part of my life that's been bothering me for way too long :3 See ya in other games that I'll mod!

#modding #text post

[cherry-velvet-skies]

It's time for more Beatle Era Ratings! (I fixed the title 😌)

Episode 3: Johnny Boy 🥰

Moon Dog (Pre-Beatles Era)

Teddy Boy John somehow looks older than when John was actually older

He gives the vibe of a teenage boy who dresses to look older in order to get into an adult rated movie lmao

Formed a band and felt like the coolest guy in the world (and you know what he unknowingly created one of the greatest bands in the world so he's allowed to feel that way)

6/10 because he looks great but the look is not really for me

Twist and Shout (1962-63)

And just like I thought, he looks younger here than the previous era

John Lennon if he were an android in Detroit Become Human

He looks so uncomfortable dressed like this PLEASE 😂 someone help him

4.5/10 and I know the second they walked off stage he would rip this jacket right off lmao

Cuddle Bug (1964-66)

One of John's best eras and that's a fact

He's so friend-shaped I'm gonna cry

This haircut suited him so well and gave him an all-around adorable vibe

100/10 and I have a personal vendetta against anyone who ever made him feel bad about his appearance 😤

Blue Meanie Defender 3000 (1967)

If you ever wanna know what the people in the late 60s who experimented with any drug they could find looked like, just picture this mf

Bro saw God at some point and God was a walrus apparently

But this was when he actually got glasses instead of just being fucking blind all the time so I guess that's good

7/10 although I can't tell if being around him when he's high would've been nonstop laughs or literal hell on earth

AnD nOw YoUr hOsTs fOr tHiS eVeNinG (1968-69)

An absolute gremlin of a man

But I mean if I was in his shoes I would just randomly scream for no reason too so I get it

If Get Back taught us anything it was that mans hardly showered

6.5/10 the vibes are hella confusing but not terrible. Sense of humor was off the charts though

Bigger Than Jesus (1970)

So far John's Jesus era was the fanciest

The fur coat and wool cap are giving Bratz doll

Speaking of Bratz dolls John would've loved early 2000s fashion I JUST KNOW IT

9/10 he would've worn Juicy tracksuits religiously and ate us all up

I Sleep Well, Thanks (1971-72)

Exhausted dude at his office job who just wants to go home and get high

You know what scratch that he shows up high and has the nerve to act surprised when he can barely function

Survives purely off of spite

6.5/10 he wants to cause problems on purpose

I Am the Egg Man (1973)

I'm not even sure I have the certification to comment on this

Seeing John almost bald feels sacrilegious

He looks like one of those unhinged yoga instructors

2/10 I am very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio today

Freelance Artist (1974-77)

In his academia era

His aura feels like one of those people who you go to their apartment and it's full of giant canvases with art that deserves way more recognition

That Elvis pin is iconic

10/10 and this entire photoshoot is honestly so beautiful I wish I could've included all the photos

Sexy Valet Driver (1978-79)

I absolutely adore the tie and waistcoat combo

It gives me an immense level of gender envy, and John is not immune to that lol I wanna look the way he does in this photo so bad

He looks both cute and handsome but I can't decide which one tips the balance

20/10 if I saw him dressed like this I would definitely compliment him (and maybe ask him out if I was feeling brave 🤭)

Eccentrically Reserved Fashion Designer (1980-∞)

Are we gonna pretend that he didn't look absolutely GLORIOUS this year

I think I have to say this one is a dilf era because oh my god

I secretly think John would've been a great fashion designer idk he seems like he has the correct amount of insanity to pull it off

542/10 and it's a shame we never got to see how he would've evolved physically, and even personality-wise, as the years went on. I feel like he would've been a better person as he got older and I wish we would've gotten to see it 🥺💕

#I was listening to music while doing this and I kid you not Imagine came on just as I was typing the last sentence #I guess that means John approves of my hot takes lmao he must've read them and been like yeah alright #john lennon #john winston lennon #the beatles #beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney

[kym2020]

Depths＊The Beast Laying Hidden Beneath

Bloodthirsty Beast Chapter 5

《A few days after the start of filming》

Rei: "The third victim...!? Once again, is it the work of the 'Beast'? They're getting in the way of our work..."

Adonis: "I see. So the victim was once again someone we know. It seems that the 'Beast' is indeed targeting people related to the Sakurayama¹ Social Club. And persistently at that... Perhaps they have already infiltrated this group."

Koga: "For now, I have an alibi for the first incident. That means I can be ruled out as a suspect, right?"

Rei: "I was on duty that day too. My colleagues should be able to vouch for my alibi."

Adonis: "Sagurayama-san and Ohata-kun had alibis. That means, for now, it's only the two of us without alibis."

Rei: "What about you, Hatori-san?"

Kaoru: "Huh? Are you suspecting me? Just because I took the day off alone doesn't mean I would commit a crime. Isn't that host discrimination? Besides, I use a stage name for business, so please don't call me by my real name too often, okay?"

Koga: (...Adonis is still suspicious. His acting is still a bit awkward. From what I see, it seems he's still uncertain. He's a bit more restless compared to the three of us.)

Adonis: Excuse me, Director. It seems I still haven't fully grasped this role. Because of that, I've caused trouble for everyone. Am I the only one staying behind for the practice? Just me and the director? Understood. Thank you very much.

Koga: Oi, oi, is he okay? He finally got called in by the director.

Kaoru: More than......just a little, I'm quite worried about it.

Rei: Since it's Adonis-kun we're talking about, I believe he'll eventually make a course correction.

Koga: Yeah, that's right. I hope he can find some tips... Look at this. Adonis, that jerk, has written so much in the script. Even though he's not that good at writing Japanese. It's cruel if he doesn't see any results after this. Huh? This script has a page after the crumpled one that has been fixed. What is this...!?

Kaoru: Is this...!?

Rei: It says, "Please help me"... Should I call it a cry from Adonis-kun's heart? So that's why the script was unnaturally crumpled. It's more serious than I thought. He might be carrying a lot of stress due to his own immature acting skills.

Koga: I can't believe Adonis was feeling so cornered... Let's go ask him right away. Why was he carrying such a burden until it got to this point?

Kaoru: Yeah, I'd love to do that, but... considering Adonis-kun, maybe it's not a good idea to go and ask him right now.

Koga: Huh?

Kaoru: You see, Adonis-kun has been asking for our advice all along, right? But I feel like he's struggling with the fact that his acting hasn't improved. If we ask him right now, it might make things even more difficult for him... That's what I think. I agree. It's hard to imagine Adonis-kun treating his tools of the trade so carelessly.

Rei: Adonis-kun is doing his best. By misleading him with our advice, we might further corner him.

Koga: Hmph. You're just spouting pretty words. I get it. If Adonis is burdened with a problem he can't share with anyone, it's only natural for us, his comrades, to listen and help him figure it out. I'll accompany him during his extra practice. Adonis will appreciate not being alone with just the director, right?

Kaoru: You're full of youth, Koga-kun...

Rei: Indeed. When I see Adonis-kun and Koga like this, it makes me feel rejuvenated as well. However, I can't say for sure if it was a good decision to let Kouga go. There's also the possibility that Adonis-kun's extra practice serves as an excuse for filming the 'Beast' scenes. It's certainly a difficult situation to navigate. We must be careful not to inadvertently step on a tiger's tail.

Kouga: (Tch, causing me to worry...)

(But man, he's really unlucky. I never thought he would end up practicing one-on-one with the director. Their directorial plan must have clashed severely.)

(Though his acting is awkward, it's not so terrible that it had to come to this.)

Adonis: ........!

Koga: (Haha, he's putting all his passion into his acting. It looks like he's truly focused. Wasn't this my cue to enter?)

Adonis: please stop. Director you are going too far...

Koga: (Oh...? Why is the director bowing? And on top of that, Adonis is desperately trying to calm them down. What's going on...!)

(Damn it, I don't understand! Maybe because the director's voice is too soft, I can't hear from here!)

(No choice, I'll get a bit closer—)

Adonis: Director... I'm sorry, but if that's the case, I'd like to quit.

Koga: (...!?)

(Quit? Does that mean... Is he really going to abandon the job? Quitting, is that what he means?)

Hey, Adonis! What were you talking about with the director just now?

Adonis: Oh, Ogami... You were there.

Koga: What was that exchange about!? The director was bowing their head, and you said you want to quit—don't tell me you're quitting this drama?

Adonis: I'm sorry, but I can't say. The only thing I can tell you is that I made a rational decision. I don't want to trouble the rest of 'UNDEAD'... Please believe me.

Koga: tch....!

translator's notes:

[1] Sakurayama or Sagurayama Social Club, I'm getting confused with the raws.

#ensemble stars #rei sakuma #koga oogami #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze #undead #beast

[aidansloth]

Firts time making an ask EVER on Tumblr , how about Gareth whit a S/O from either New Zeland or Australia (that has the accent) and if its not a problem a s/o that has long curly hair (PS sorry for my shitty English):P

Can I be ☆ anon???

(I'm the first person you requested to??🥺🥺🥰) (don't apologize for your English, it's fine! especially because English isn't my first language either so I get stuff wrong too!) I apologize in advance if there's anything inaccurate in the headcanons, I tried writing things I was sure of, but if there's any wrong information feel free to tell me!

I'm going to do the two requests in the same post (but separately), I hope that's okay! also, you are now ★ anon (it's the only star I have sorry)

Gareth Emerson X Australian!Reader

he is in fact a little gremlin so sometimes he tries to imitate your accent

affectionately though. he means no harm (you can shout at him it's fine)

he honestly loves it though, he just teases for fun. but cusses at anyone who does the same, only he can (you'll see him shouting at Eddie in the middle of the cafeteria while the rest of Hellfire is dying from laughter)

anyway, this also means you get kangaroo jokes

for your birthday he gets you a kangaroo plushie as prank gift, don't worry though he gives you your actual present after he had his fun

not to mention him being confused with the season and months and school

"So you have Christmas in spring?" "Why would it be spring Gareth, it's obviously summer!" "Shut up Mike, I wasn't talking to you. So, how's Christmas at the beach?"

"Do you go to school during summer then?" "That's a stupid question Grant! Of course they do!"

they'd start shouting over eachother at the Hellfire table, all while you're just there 😐 trying to get a word in

they're trying

he'd totally think Sydney is the capital. he's so misinformed I swear (but once you correct him, he'll actually remember so it's fine)

on that note, he loves hearing you rant about your country (even more if you're indigenous), you look so passionate about it. he thinks you look soooo cute

Gareth Emerson X Reader with Curly Hair

he loves your hair of course

you two share tips, shampoos, conditioners and about any product that helps with your hair

he insists that you two wash your hair on the same day so you can do you hair routine together (he loves pampering you if you hadn't noticed)

if your hair is curlier than his and you have to use different products he'll do his research on how to take better care of your hair to surprise you

cause he wants to be the best possible boyfriend

(sometimes he brushes your hair with a brush just to annoy you this little gremlin)

if your hair is more on the 4C side then you better believe he's going to learn how to braid it! it's his only goal in life now. is his braiding going to be a bit shitty? maybe, but it's the effort that counts

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson headcanons #hellfire club #corroded coffin #gareth emerson x reader

[ventismacchiato]

As a third year college veteran, i've been there, done that. Now, I don't have roommates but I have pretty social people in my building that surely have seen me cry already, but that doesn't matter.

From your post I assume you are in your first year of college? (Please correct me if I assume it wrongly, do know I am not familiar with your countries education system so certain things I say might not be relevant to yours, but I say this out of my own experiences. Also, sorry that this all got so long xD)

But first, those breakdowns are totally normal and okay! After all, you are doing something that is so different than you used (different school, maybe even town etc) but try to find solace in your roommates. A few things that might help and you could try to do:

If you have roommates that are also new to college, talk to them. Chances are huge they are enduring the same feelings and it might help to talk about it with them. (And believe me, don't worry of them seeing those break downs. Chances are big they might had one too or will have in the future, how disencouraging that sound but its a part of this whole college life)

If you have a roommate that has been in college before, talk to them instead. They know better than anyone how it was for them and they could be able to give you some tips that could possibly help.

Talk with a teacher, if you have a classgroup and got a teacher assigned, this is your "trust person" the one you can go to when having problems and everything. (Another teacher can too, it's important you feel comfortable by the chosen teacher), teachers have been there for a good amount of time and have seen it all. They are the person you should go to if you have concerns or doubts, even when you aren't sure if it is for you and even when you just started a week ago. Believe me, teachers are a great help in guiding you and supporting you. (And I still fall back on them with my worries and questions, no matter how long I have been attending college, how many times I have cried in front of them, they are really a good place to throw your worries and issues at, most of the time they know what they can do to help you or give you some good advice.)

If you have any siblings that are going to college, of used to do so (and if you have a good bond with) talk to them instead. They are a close person and obviously one you would open up to easier. If thetly have experience, ask them all about your worries or just talk to them. They've experienced it themselves and they know you and will know better what things might help or work for you.

College is hard, i'm not gonna sugarcoat that, but it's also a time you learn more about yourself and where you grow up even more. So far I made great memories over my time at college, both with my dorm mates as with my classmates. Things from just complaining together about the stuff we have to learn as casually talking about or private issues etc or even going out together or doing something together. Yes, the hardest parts - in my opinion - are going to the classes, study and try to keep up. It's hard and I often fail at it, but don't let that defeat you. Those stuff is hard for pretty much every student and it's just a whole process of figuring out how to work and in general just a growings process. It's a hard, rocky road with loads of bumps but yes, it does get better over time though, the moment yoy fully settled, have found your study tempo, have a working structure for yourself etc it all will go easier.

But most important! Try to find people you get along with and it will help giving you a good start. (And yes, it sounds easier than it truly is, but there is no doubt you will be able to find someone you can get along with, wether it is a roommate, someone you share the same classes with or just met on campus etc.)

But those are for sure the things that helped me a lot through all my years so far! I hope this might help in some way or atleast helped to give you some courage, but surely don't give up! If you ever need advice, feel free to shoot me a dm! ❤

hi! and yes im a first year

thank u for the advice but i don think im gonna talk to them </3 they've all already been here for half a semester and i think im too awkward to ask her for help

😭 i have a brother who's been in college for a while but we don't talk very often...😔

TY FOR SENDING ALL THIS TO ME THO I WILL TRY TO PUT IT TO USE, ITS SO SWEET OF U TO WRITE ME GOOD ADVICE

#kai mail 💌

[fallingsunflower]

Hello love I’m so sorry this has happened to you. 

I never had a problem when commuting into the city. I did the commute for seven years between college and working from LI to NYC. But when I took Amtrak out of state was when I had a problem. There was this young guy who sat a row across from me and I could tell he was eyeing me up and I was traveling alone. I was giving signals and vibes like don’t bother me. 

But in the dining car the conductor was like oh why don’t you sit with her and I hear him whisper get her number to the creepy guy. (That conductor did not get a tip and I wanted to kill him) and the guy was trying to play footsie‘s with me and I really wished I told him to F off. Then late at night he did brother me but another conductor was walking by and I made a big scene and everyone jumped up to help and conductor removed him. And I always wished I said more and told him straight up, like leave me alone or otherwise I’ll put you through the wall. And I felt guilty and powerless, but it did teach me lesson to stand up for myself in the future. And I wasn’t going to let this random loser ruin my trip.

But for you don’t let someone take your joy and sense of safety away and never feel bad about causing noise. Like us New Yorker might not come off as nice but we’re very kind. And if I was on that train and saw that you best believe he would have been tasting my pepper spray and feel the ⚡️⚡️⚡️ to his privates from my teaser. I don’t like seeing anyone get abused. Like let’s see if any weapon they may of had, could stand a chance against my Kate Spade bag loaded with my 10 lb thinkpad computer from work. I dropped that thing on my foot one time and thought it was broken, imagine it flying at someone’s head. 💀

I know it’s not the worst thing to have happened but it was still very alarming.

Also this try and remove this thought and/or reframe it, because yes others could have had it worse but what happened to you is unacceptable and it hurt you and it means something to you.

It’s not your fault, you can’t control others actions and you did the best you could do in the situation. Like I don’t know if you went through a situation like this before, but be proud of yourself. 

Like in the heat of the moment it’s hard to think especially if you don’t have a point of reference, but you got yourself to safety. I’m very proud of you for removing yourself and finding safety. 

But for sure grab a conductor, they may have not noticed, because they’re running maybe to flip the switches and check the tickets etc. 

But please have a beautiful day, and I hope you feel better soon. Also if you have a friend or relative or someone to talk to make sure to reach out and get a hug too. And treat yourself to something nice, I purchased myself some ice cream after that werido bothered me. 

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟI’m sending you hugs and love through the internet. And good vibes and healing energy.

👛

Thank you love ❤️ easier said than done to reframe thoughts but I'll try. It was my first time going through something like that. I've had issues in the past before but not to that extent with a stranger.

I'm sorry you went through that. The first conductor shouldn't have even done that hello?? Annoying and I'm glad you got out of there safely.

Also I have a lot of LI followers lol I feel seen.

Next time I'll definitely try to do more, if there's a next time (I hope there isn't). I was just so shaken up and couldn't think properly.

And yes I bought myself a sweatshirt lol I went to the Yankees game. Today I'm taking it easy, mainly because I'm sick though.

♡

(also I think this is your signature but correct me if I'm wrong lol)

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[nordic-language-love]

Hei :) I have aquestion about learning japanese. Because, I try to learn kanjis, but I cant get it all in my head. when i see the kanji, i know what it means, in my own language but i cant remember the japanese word for it. its like, i see a picture of a dog and i know its a dog. do you have a trick when learning kanji? knowing a kanji is easy, knowing a word not so much:/

Hi there! I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask as I'm still a beginner (I'm going to assume you are too), but I'll tell you my experience:

I had a similar problem the first time I tried learning Japanese. I spent a lot of time practising writing kanji and trying to learn to recognise them, and I ended up not making much progress with the language. I could recognise and draw the kanji for something, but I wouldn't know how to say it. Even now my Japanese teacher will ask me if I know how to say X in Japanese and I'll tell her "I know how to draw the kanji" (which is super not useful in the middle of a conversation lol).

My number one advice to you (assuming you're a newbie like me) is just don't focus so much on kanji. You don't need to be able to write kanji at beginner level - you can write everything in hiragana and katakana (and maybe some basic kanji). You'll learn to recognise kanji through exposure to it, and then you can learn to draw it at a later date.

My second piece of advice is to type Japanese on your phone/computer. Handwriting practice is important too, of course, but you can't just type kanji on a computer; you have to type the hiragana, and then it'll suggest kanji for you. You can check it's the right one by cross-referencing with Jisho or google translate. By practising typing the hiragana, you'll be forced to learn the actual word and not just the kanji. If you're using Duolingo, use the keyboard to type rather than just choosing the correct words as much as possible.

Another thing you can do is use reading materials for beginners (such as NHK Easy News), which will usually have furigana over the kanji you're reading. That way, you get used to seeing the kanji and also how it's pronounced.

I also recommend practising speaking! You don't have to get a tutor or a conversation partner if that's too much for you, but practise saying words aloud and maybe talking to yourself (even if you're just mumbling under your breath because you're worried your family/housemates will hear you). You can't just draw kanji when you're speaking, so you'll need to get used to saying the words aloud.

In a nutshell: learn the word first, make sure you're completely confident with it, and only then learn the kanji.

Hope that helps! Good luck with your Japanese journey!

If anyone else has any tips, please do reblog/comment and share them!

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[dhampiravidi]

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall (For Oraia~)

Her lovely had called asking to see her within the next few days, sounding frustrated. Of course, Oraia had her assistant (who knew about Oraia Levantinis and Artemisia Stavros) clear her schedule. She didn't have any supernatural matters to resolve, anyway, so it was no problem.

She expected Anna Marie to want their usual weekend, which consisted of some fairly passive activity (suntanning on a mostly empty beach, sightseeing somewhere where flowers thrived, taking some horses down a trail, etc.), followed by a meal and several rounds of passionate, loud sex that didn't end until both women were sweaty and panting. Being the person she was, Oraia always treated her love to a quiet shower or a scented bath afterward. But she had a feeling that Rogue wanted something different. The goddess texted the heroine with her alternative, and smiled as she received an address as confirmation.

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It was a date, and Oraia was who she was, so after a while of her date not talking (beyond giving exercise tips), the curious woman began to prod--literally. She smacked the other woman's tight ass whenever she got the chance, and stole her weights, saying she could lift Oraia and the weights if she really wanted a workout. Basically, she riled Anna Marie up until she was frowning, and then she innocently asked her to spar.

Initially, the superhero pulled her punches. She was used to doing so, given how strong she was. Well apparently, she'd forgotten how strong her opponent was, and how they'd shoved each other around that other time. Oraia trapped her in a hold for the fourth, and Anna Marie was practically spitting venom. She was quickly released.

"You don't have to be anyone else for me. Come on," Oraia said, getting into a fighting stance. The moment she nodded, Anna Marie grazed her chin with a punch and then tackled Oraia, hands around her waist. They flew back, all the way into the magically-reinforced walls with a sound THUD. It wasn't often that someone hit her hard enough to actually daze her. She tried to get up and found herself pinned to the wall by her shoulders (and, well, strong hands).

"Ah got you," Anna hissed, green eyes flashing with a determination and fury that Oraia had never seen before. But then those eyes softened, and the X-Woman faltered, hands falling. She'd seen the pain in her lover's face. "Ah-Ah'm real sorry--Oraia, Ah didn't mean t'hurt ya, not really--"

"Shh, sunflower. Nothing some nectar won't fix, if I even need it. I was hoping I'd see this side of you, actually."

"...why? If ya were any weaker, Ah coulda'--"

"But I'm not." Oraia smiled, holding Anna's pretty pouting face in her hands. "I told you to give me all you had. You sounded stressed out earlier, so I thought you needed to hit something. Better me than a fragile little punching bag. And I enjoyed seeing you flexing, and lifting, and ogling--"

"Ha, ha." But she was smiling. She casually rested one hand on Oraia's hip, and slipped the other into the woman's panties. "Guessin' this is a lil more 'n sweat, hm?" Anna smirked as she began to slowly work her fingers back and forth, earning a breathy chuckle in response.

"How indestructible are the showers?"

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[stransberries]

i am so frustrated and i need to rant without having to make any sense (i am not a native english speaker but i just can't express myself in spanish right now) or without feeling pressured that my irl's will see it but i am really worried about my little sister. she is 8 years old, and turns 9 this year and she's been having trouble at school and i want to help her without y'know traumatizing her by using conventional latino forms of parenting and correcting that include (but are not limited to) yelling and all of that. i want her to be confident about her skills and how much she has improved in those years in school but i feel like i can't do anything because i don't know how to. i'd like to take her to a psychologist because i have a slight suspicion she might be showing signs of adhd since it seems she can't concentrate in class, and she's had a really bad reaction to negative feedback in school (i can't blame her for it really, because i know school isn't easy and the system is fucked up) and i feel like her confidence and self-esteem being low is part of the reason why she's failing in things like reading out loud in front of her current teacher (that says she's bad at reading and needs practice, while another teacher from tha same school says she's actually pretty good at it); and as a whole, she just seems a bit too inattentive and hyperactive to me but i can't diagnose her since i am not a professional, neither i have the money to pay to take her to a psychologist, and a lot of professionals in venezuela still rely on outdated info (like this one teacher at her school that says she can't possibly have adhd without further examination only because she can pay attention sometimes not realizing that not all kids with adhd are inattentive 24/7). all of this is really fucked up and i am honestly not okay with the fact that i just don't know how to help her, i feel like i'm not trying enough and that if i really wanted to i could help her. school isn't easy, i know because, just like her, i struggled with visual problems (we haven't been able to help her with that either cause we're struggling economically) and i also struggled with not writing fast enough, sometimes it was difficult to pay attention too but it really wasn't too often i used to be a really smart and quiet kid at her age, so i didn't have to struggle with being disliked by the teachers. i am probably neurodivergent but i've never gotten diagnosed with anything since i haven't had professional help, my mother is probably neurodivergent too but i don't know exactly what we could be or if it affects in any way in the fact thag my sister probably is too and idk. i just don't know, i don't even know how to tag this, i just want to be seen, heard. i need tips on making my sister's life easier, i need help to help her survive school so if anyone has tips for me to help her i'd really appreciate it

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[ao3commentoftheday]

It may be a difficult question to ask and I kinda feel bad just asking it. In the fandom I'm in right now, one character is often headcanoned as nonbinary. So when written they/them is used. But for the life of me I can't process it. I want to. I really do. I try to read all the fics, but it takes too much time. After a moment my brain just can't process it. It's too confusing. I'm not a native speaker, I think it plays a part. Do you have any ideas how can I get better at this? And is it a me problem?

It can be really difficult to wrap your mind around singular they/them when you've had a grammar teacher telling you the opposite for years in school.

What I tend to do if I'm having trouble is replace they/them with the person's name as I'm reading. Sometimes, of course, that doesn't work because "they" also does mean a group of people, but in that case I can see my mistake and mentally correct as I go.

You could also use a bookmarklet like this one to help you out. This javascript can read the page and replace a word with another one. The one I linked works to replace Y/N with your actual name, but you could take that base code and rework it to replace they and them with the character's name.

Has anyone else run into this problem when reading fics of nonbinary characters? Can you share any other tips for making reading these pronouns easier to understand?

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[nonotnolan]

Post-Exam Karma

"Are you done yet?" Shane asked, glaring at me from his armchair. "Put your shirt back on, and go fetch the Body Swapper. Like, I'm grateful for you completing those exams for me and all, but that's why I paid you. Nothing personal, but the sooner I can get the hell out of your body, the better."

I found myself speechless, mostly because I could barely recognize myself. Usually I wore retro T-shirts and jeans. I didn't realize that I even owned a polo shirt, let alone whatever it was that Shane was doing to my hair. Not that it mattered. From now on, it wasn't going to be my problem any more.

"You realize we're not switching back, right?" He leaned forward, trying to put an intimidating scowl on his face before remembering that he now weighed at least a hundred pounds less than before. Taking a deep breath, I continued. "You're a terrible student, a terrible son, and a terrible boyfriend. I've put up with your shit for years. I was supposed to be your roommate, not your tutor or your housekeeper. I basically set up your life for you, and I got nothing in return. So, now that you've played your last college football game, ever? I'm taking that life from you."

He pulled himself up to his full height, which was now much less impressive than it used to be. "Do you really think you can get away with this?"

"I've already gotten away with it," I said, taking a picture of my new body to send to my boyfriend. Eric was skeptical at first, but after filling him with seven inches of jock meat, he believes me. "It's not like anyone from the NFL wants you. You're good, but not that good. Anything weird that I do now, I can just pretend that I wanted some new changes in my life. Like these glasses. You look really hot in glasses, Shane. My boyfriend definitely agrees."

"Don't you fucking dare use my body for that gay shit," he growled, poking me in the stomach. Seeing him clenching his fists in anger made all those previous months of hell worth every minute.

"It's far too late for that," I said, patting him on top of his head. "You've officially lost your anal virginity both ways."

Shane tried to raise a threatening fist at me. "When Katie finds out about this, she'll--"

"Katie? Your girlfriend? Shane, who the hell do you think gave me the idea?" God, seeing him reap all of this karma was so beautiful. "You cheated on her with half of the cheerleading team, bragged about it, and you still thought she was on your side? She's the one helping me interact with your parents without tipping them off that something fucky is going on. Not that you seem to spend much time with them, but I don't want to cut off that sweet, sweet parental allowance. I've giving Katie a cool $5,000 to pretend to be my girlfriend each month, and then when we both think I'm ready, I'll surprise everyone by coming out of the closet."

"At which point my parents will disown you," Shane muttered, clenching his jaw in fury.

"At which point I'll have a savings account with five figures, and a professional job of my own," I said, correcting him. "It's amazing how much money you can save up when you aren't flying down to the Hamptons every other week. Give it up, Shane, we've been planning this for weeks."

------------------------------------------------

I don't know how Shane's holding up in my old body. Some of Eric's friends told us stories about how Henry went off the deep end and barely managed to avoid the psych ward, so I can only assume he's not doing too well. Still, that's not my problem.

Katie's doing much better now that her boyfriend isn't a total asshole. We still keep in touch, sometimes. Shane's parents didn't disown me when I told them their son was dating a man, so that has been a pleasant surprise. Honestly, I think they credit him for their son's reversal in behavior.

Eric and I have been dating for a few years now, so it's only a matter of time before one of us proposes. He's officially known me longer in Shane's body than he did in my old body, so that's exciting. As for me? I wear polo shirts now. I have to confess, they look good.

#gay body swap #nerd to jock #revenge #body swap revenge #nerd revenge #muscle jock #nerd #after the swap #male body swap #male body theft

[donutloverxo]

Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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