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plasticnightmaredoll · 3 years

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I guess because it’s my birthday soon and I’ve been obsessed with Arkhamverse Riddler lately, I came up with a kinky little drabble involving Enigma/Edward Nashton (Riddler before he was Riddler, basically) and my Arkham Origins o/c, Lorelei Jones.

This may not be part of the main fic involving them, but can be seen as a sort of “bonus” side story or a deleted scene even.

But it’s canon (well, for this Arkham Origins A/U at least).

The main fic will probably be called, “Break All of Our Stigma,” which is a line from Lady Gaga’s song, “Enigma” (Yes, I know, I know, I just lover her, ok? And the song actually kind of fits Lorelei and Edward). This side drabble is called, “Cake,” and while it does involve Lorelei helping Eddie celebrate his birthday, the “cake” in question isn’t a literal cake.

If you know what I mean 👀👀👀👀💦💦💦💦💦

I mean, there is a cake mentioned in the drabble, but the cake Eddie gets to feast on isn’t that cake.

*cough*

Anyway, here is part 1 of what will most likely be 3 parts. Part 1 is the lead in to eating the “cake,” part 2 will be “eating” the “cake,” and part 3 will be...well, you’ll figure that out ;)

Hey, if you think this is spicy, this is NOTHING compared to what I’m writing for Telltale Riddler. Imagine all of this but, like........................MORE PORN.

Very NSFT/NSFW content under the cut because Eddie and Lorelei are horny little fuckers 😘

Cake (part 1)

Summary: It’s Edward’s birthday and his lovely GCPD detective, Lorelei, decides to plan something special for him, including a cake. He tells her she needn’t spend so much effort on him, especially since she just wrapped up a rather exhausting case. However, she shushed him and told him he deserves, at the very least, an excellent cake for his special day. However, the “cake” she has ready for him isn’t what he’s expecting...not that he’s complaining.

Edward was more than ready to get to his apartment after a long, tiring, frustrating day at the always “glorious” GCPD. How was it that so many idiots worked in one place? Why were people in general so damn annoying? And stupid?

As he made his way down the hall, he felt some of the tension leave him as he knew his lovely detective was waiting for him. She’d already given him a birthday gift that morning (a green-striped scarf and dark green gloves, both of which he loved but he told her she didn’t need to spend her money on him), and now she had a cake prepared for him. Sharing some cake with her on his “special day” (he still didn’t see what the big deal was) sounded like the perfect way to unwind (even if she didn’t need to go through the trouble to make one for him). Perhaps it would be relaxing for her as well, chatting over something sweet and enjoying some peace after finishing a very tiring case? He hoped as much since, again, he didn’t want her to feel like she had to spend time or money on him like this.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Lorelei’s text had said in response to him as he left work, and when he entered the apartment, he heard her call out.

“In here, Darling,” she said.

“Be right there,” Edward replied as he hung up his scarf and coat, then placed his gloves in said coat’s left pocket.

Loosening his tie, he placed it on the back of a chair in the living room along with his vest and ID tag. Undoing a few buttons of his dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves, he made his way to the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he prepared to greet his sublime lover.

Edward stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw Lorelei sitting on the kitchen table wearing nothing except a green garter belt with matching stockings and green high-heels. He could feel his face turning red as his mind struggled to come up with something to say, something that made sense considering his thoughts were all jumbled up at that moment.

“Where’s the cake?” he finally asked, and he mentally kicked himself for asking such a ridiculous question.

“Right here,” Lorelei said as she opened her legs for him. “Disappointed?”

“Not at all!” he said with a little nervous laugh. “Just...really surprised.”

‘Well, it is your birthday...surprises are bound to happen.”

“Indeed…”

“So, are you gonna come over here and enjoy your ‘cake’ or…?”

Edward’s legs seemed to move on their own as he quickly walked over to Lorelei, stepping between her spread thighs and grabbing her waist as he pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She was so receptive, moaning into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around him to keep him close. How did he get this lucky? Why was he even this lucky? The way she treated him, it was like he was the sexiest man alive, and while he honestly wasn’t, he couldn’t help but soak up all the attention. It felt good -- she felt good. Ah, more than good. He couldn’t properly describe it, especially not while he was making out with her as she was practically naked and had just invited him to enjoy her...to put his face between her thighs and…

“So, did you expect to come home to an invitation to feast on my cunt?” Lorelei asked, slightly breathless, as Edward kissed and nipped at her neck.

His cock twitched in his trousers upon hearing that, and he bit back a moan.

“N-No,” he replied, moving to her collarbones.

“Disappointed it’s not a real cake?” she asked, and he could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Not one bit.”

“There is actually a small cake in the fridge for us to share. I literally finished icing it before you texted me to tell me you were coming home. We can have some now if you prefer?”

“No, it can wait...I mean, thank you but I...I, umm...want this other ‘cake’ first.”

“Which cake?”

Lorelei had the most devious grin on her face, and she couldn’t help but think of how adorable Edward looked blushing like crazy and acting a bit shy while still feeling incredibly turned on. Yes, he knew how to fuck her just right so she was reduced to a moaning, panting, mewling mess, but he was undeniably sweet. He gave as much as he took, you could say, and sometimes, he didn’t take nearly enough since he always focused on her. She had no idea what she did to deserve him but she wasn’t going to complain.

“Ummm…” Edward gave Lorelei a cute bashful smile as he slowly reached down between them and pressed his fingers between her slick folds. “This one.”

“You naughty little geek,” she teased with a giggle.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he said, raising a brow and smirking, feeling more and more bold as the seconds ticked by. “This is hardly naughty.”

“Oh? Then what is naughty?”

“This.”

Edward slipped a finger inside Lorelei, meeting little resistance with how wet she was, and quickly inserted a second one, curling them both against her spot and making her shudder. He watched her eyes flutter closed as he carefully stroked her inner walls with his fingers, using his free hand to help guide her head down onto the table.

“Mmm...that’s more like it,” Lorelei purred as he continued to finger her at a steady pace. “But is that all you--Oh!” Her eyes shot open when she felt Edward’s thumb rub her clit. “Oh, fuck…”

But Edward wasn’t done yet.

He hadn’t failed to notice the green-gemmed nipple piercings Lorelei was wearing (she really knew exactly what turned him on, didn’t she?) and he leaned down and gently sucked on her right nipple. Her fingers threaded into his dark brown hair as a sigh escaped her, and when he lightly tugged on the nipple ring, she inhaled sharply, her fingers scratching at his scalp.

“Mmm...Eddie,” she panted, chewing on her lower lip. “That’s so good…”

Edward started to use his palm to stimulate Lorelei’s clit as his fingers moved more roughly against her g-spot. Coupling that with the way his mouth was teasing her breasts and Lorelei was no longer as chatty.

“Yes, yes, Eddie, fuck!” she moaned. “Just like that, please, fuck, fuck...ah, shit, fuck!”

Or rather, she wasn’t very coherent anymore.

As much as Edward was loving the sexy noises Lorelei was making, the feeling of her elegant fingers grabbing at his hair, and the lewd wet sounds caused by his fingers between her legs, he knew he had to stop or else this would all be over too soon.

“Sorry,” he said as he slipped his fingers out of Lorelei, causing her to whimper at the loss. “But we can’t let things end too quickly…”

Edward kissed his way between Lorelei’s breasts, up the side of her neck, along and jaw, and stopped at her lips. Their eyes met and they both couldn’t help but smile warmly at one another, her hands cupping his face. Time seemed to stop in that moment, and all he could think of was how much he loved her, how much he craved her, and how he’d give up anything and everything for her. Her thoughts were nearly the same as she delighted in the fact that her life had become so much brighter since she’d let him get close to her.

The kiss they shared was tender this time since neither of them were good at being very sentimental with words. It was enough, though -- or they hoped it was enough to convey how much they cared for one another. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become hungry, however, both of them practically gasping for air as they clung to each other and nearly refused to take proper breaths.

Lorelei’s fingers moved to Edward’s shirt, undoing the remaining buttons before tugging it out of his pants, watching him sit up and practically tear it off before pressing his now naked upper body against hers and kissing her hard. They were almost forgetting what they were even doing on the kitchen table, and when she reached down to grasp his erection through his pants, he hissed into her mouth and rutted against her palm. She hastily unfastened his belt and ripped it from the loops, then went right for the button and zipper of his trousers, allowing her to reach into his boxers and take hold of his cock.

“Ah, L-Lorelei!” he groaned as he lightly bucked against her hand.

Honestly, she wanted to beg Edward to just fuck her already, forgo this whole kinky surprise ‘cake’ thing and let him raw her, but no, no, she wanted to do this right. It took all she had to resist but she managed to get herself together so she could speak.

“You haven’t had your ‘cake’ yet,” Lorelei said as she removed her hand from Edward’s pants.

“You’re right,” Edward said, letting out a breathy laugh. “I want to taste you, Lorelei. Can I? Can I put my mouth on you?”

“It’s your birthday, Baby. Have at it!”

Edward flashed her a grin before giving her a sweet kiss and standing up.

“Let’s get you situated,” he said as he looked her over.

“Yes, Sir,” Lorelei said with a wink, and a shiver ran through Edward.

God, she was going to be the death of him and he didn’t have one complaint about that.

#edward nashton #edward nashton x oc #arkhamverse riddler #edward nigma #edward nigma x oc #arkham origins riddler #edward nygma #edward nygma x oc #riddler #riddler x o/c #nsft #fluff and smut

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innaminitus · 5 years

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Christmas wishes #2

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Chapter warnings: smut, s m u t, smut, smut, SMUT, last chapter (is twoshot a thing? i want to make it a thing)

Chapter prompt: 24. ‘What’s your definition of dirty, baby?’

Word count: 1976

A/N: It’s like... after christmas already, but I hope you can forgive me.

Y/N POV

It was the hardest few days you’ve ever had. The tension between you and Bellamy was dense enough to break bones and you were so done with it. You felt aroused all the time and it was driving you mad. You were constantly imagining his lips on your body, his fingers tracing their way along your waist, how it would feel if he held you in his arms…

All the not that innocent touches were not making the situation any better. Every time his hand touched yours, or his arm brushed against you, you felt sudden heat all over. His eyes were undressing you constantly, burning holes in your clothes and causing your cheeks to blush. If Octavia and Lincoln noticed anything, they didn’t make it show, but you knew it had to be obvious. Your constant flirting was making even you tired. The worst thing was that he didn’t seem interested in pushing things between you further; he was having fun teasing you and being seduced, but that was all. You were quite sure he was going to start making fun of you when your stay ends, and yet you couldn’t stay away from him.

***

It was two o’clock in the morning and you weren’t able to fall asleep. This time the cause wasn’t Bellamy; it was Octavia, moaning and shouting words you were better not listening. Their bed was occasionally banging on your wall, constant panting and calling for God was excellent at keeping you awake.

You ripped the pillow off your head and got up. If you couldn’t sleep maybe you could at least not hear the sounds of their sexual debauchery. You got out of your room and headed downstairs, to the living room. It was dark when you reached it, except for lights on the fir and TV that was turned on. It looked like someone else was not able to sleep as well.

‘These rooms should be soundproof,’ Bellamy sighed when he saw you and took his legs off the couch so you could join him.

‘Don’t even say anything…,’ you yawned and sat down. ‘What’s that?’ You asked, pointing at the old move on the TV.

‘To be honest I have no idea. It’s some kind of romance I guess.’

You made yourself more comfortable, stretched on the couch and placed your feet on his thighs.

Bellamy’s POV

The movie was long and boring, if it was any other situation he would’ve fallen asleep in minutes. Instead though, he was painfully awake and aware of everything that was happening. His hand unwittingly rested on your ankle, stroked the soft skin. Bellamy couldn’t help but to glance over at you from time to time. Your hair looked like a cascade on the pillows and the only thing he wanted was to brush them with his fingers. You had no makeup on and yet your skin was clear and glowing, delicate light from the tree reflected on your cheeks and plump lips, the aura of calm and beauty surrounding you was overwhelming.

For a moment he was doing a great job focusing on the movie, but then your foot moved. It was only an inch, slow and wilful. You moved it in a direction of his inner thighs, covered only in thin material of his pyjama pants. He knew your eyes were locked on the TV and so were his; but they suddenly lost contact with anything that happened in the movie, saw it only as a bunch of grayscale pictures. You moved, but you only made yourself more comfortable, accidentally showing thin strip of skin from under your shirt. Foot on Bellamy’s thigh slipped again, this time slightly more boldly. It was so close to that heated place where he wanted you the most, and he couldn’t handle it anymore.

‘Y/N-‘

‘What?’ You were fast to interrupt him and even though you wanted to sound innocently, there was nothing innocent in your voice.

He turned to you and grabbed one of your ankles.

‘Stop teasing me,’ he hissed, pulled you by your ankle and put it on the other side of himself. He was now in between your legs, but still way further than you’d want him to. Smirk crawled on your face when he placed his hands on your legs and slowly moved up. ‘You want to play dirty?’ His voice was husky, sent shivers of excitement through your body.

‘And what’s your definition of dirty, baby?’

He lowered himself and pressed his lips to your ear.

‘Maybe you’ll be able to find out.’

Within seconds his lips captured yours in a kiss. Taste of gingerbread and chocolate melted on your tongue. Your lips felt so perfect on his, as though they were the only ones made for him, as if he was missing a part of himself and found it in them. The kiss woke something inside Bellamy, instant heat, fire, conflagration burned inside his body and the only thing that could put it down was you.

Y/N POV

Bellamy’s weight on you was so deliciously perfect. His kisses deepened and you were more than willing to kiss him back. You bit his lower lip and licked it slowly, causing him to groan with satisfaction. He pulled away, only to press you harder against him. His lips kissed your neck, he sucked on soft skin below your jaw, sweet sensation of pain filled your senses when he left a hickey, a mark making you his.

His hands dived under your shirt, fingers began to explore your body. While his lips were leaving on yours millions of passionate kisses, his hands rubbed and tucked the skin under them, almost making you beg for more. You could feel his smirk when his thumb stroked the base of your breast, finding out you had no bra on. He went further, touched your nipple and rolled it in between two fingers, and soft sigh escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer into needy kiss, your tongue found itself inside his mouth, traced along his teeth and danced with his tongue. You both fought for dominance and none of you was willing to give up. He pulled away to take your shirt off, you used the moment to push him back and rip his own shirt as well. You placed your hands on his chest and pressed your body against his, softy kissing his jawline. His hard member was right below you and he grinded himself against you making you pant. Your nails scratched his chest when you moved your hands down and began to pull his pants down. He wasn’t hesitating, you hooked your finger on his underwear and took it off. His shaft was hot and dripping, begging to be touched and you blissfully did. Your hand felt so perfect around it, velvety skin was made to be touched, rubbed and licked. You couldn’t help but to lower yourself and trace your tongue along the vein.

‘Y/N…’ Bellamy sighed, his hand landed on your hair, fingers lost their way in the locks.

You smiled and licked the tip, pressing your tongue on the slit, collecting every drop to swallow. You circled it a few times and put your lips around it, leaving a kiss. His grip on your hair tightened when you started to put his manhood deep in your mouth. You moved your head up and down, trying to find the right pace, his hips bucked softly, followed by his hand pushing your head lower. His tip was rubbing the base of your mouth and hitting the tonsils, making your eyes water.

‘Dear God…’

His sighs filled the room, mixed with the sounds of wetness and slapping. Your lady parts were now hot and wet to the point where you could not bear not being touched, so you moved away, licking him for the last time. Bellamy’s cheeks were red and his eyes were blurred, he looked so perfect at the moment that you wished you could stop the time and stare at him forever. He slowly got up, panting, and kissed you passionately, licked the last drops from your lips and pulled you up with him. Within seconds your underwear was gone.

‘Kneel on the couch for me, baby,’ he asked and pushed you lightly on the piece of furniture. ‘Face the backrest… that’s right.’

You did as you were told, grabbed the back of the couch and leaned on it. Your glistening pussy was now exposed to him and it made you even hornier. You expected him to enter you and end your miserable state and almost jumped when you felt his tongue instead of his cock. Moan echoed when he teased your clit and licked you clean. Your knees were shaking, he spread your folds with his fingers and sucked on sensitive bundle of nerves, so you had to bit your lip not to scream his name. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better he pushed his tongue inside you, the warmth of his mouth captured you whole and that moan you held forever found its way out of you.

‘Bellamy!’ You were going to come.

‘Hold it,’ he said sternly, vibrations of his voice made it harder. His tongue was working on you passionately, he was not leaving ever a quarter of an inch untouched. You were trembling under his touch, moaning and panting. ‘I said: hold it.’

You nodded even though he couldn’t see it, your teeth were clenched to the point where it hurt, and you tried to calm yourself with breathing through your nose. It worked for a moment, but then he pushed his tongue inside of you again and you were shaking once more.

‘Tell me when you can’t hold it anymore.’

He was rubbing you viciously, spreading the wetness of his saliva mixed with your juices along your folds, sucking, biting and licking, the variety of sensations made your head spin, you felt as if you were flying, swimming, travelling through the universe and seeing stars. The heat inside your lower stomach was becoming unbearable very fast, you had to let go.

‘I can’t… I can’t! I can’t!’ You cried.

He pulled off just as you were about to come, sounds of disappointment escaped your lips, but then he pushed his cock deep, deep inside of you and you lost feeling in your toes for a few seconds. Bellamy grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulled them and kissed you before he started to roughly push in and out of you. Orgasm was once again building in your stomach, pressure of his other hand on your hip and your hair being pulled was so much you felt hopeless. He was rubbing your entrance each time he pumped, flying you up to the moon. His voice groaning silent curses met your moans. He was moving faster, more desperate, he was close and you as well. He tugged your hair and pulled you up, captured your lips in a kiss, sweat from your cupid’s bow mixed with his, you were almost crying, the pleasure was too much.

Orgasm fell on you with a force of an earthquake, you closed your eyes shut when Bellamy bit your arm, his husky voice was searching for unspoken words, the sky cracked open and a rain of stars fell on your bodies. Electricity sent lightning bolts through you, freed thousands of screams and breaths, warm liquid reached deep inside you and you clenched your muscles, begging it to stay. After few tries your breathing came back to normal.

Bellamy kissed the base of your neck and slowly pulled out, but still held you close. You rested your head on his shoulder and finally looked at him.

‘See?’ He panted. ‘This is what happens when you’re naughty.’

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x reader smut #bellamy blake x you #bellamy blake x you smut #bellamy blake smut #bellamy blake imagine #the 100 imagine #the 100 smut #bellamy blake #the 100

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yukiwrites · 6 years

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Time for a Happy Hunt

Thank you for commissioning me, Anon! I’m sorry for the delay and I hope you like it! ;D

Summary: Keaton was still the leader of the wolfskin back at Mount Garou, even after Kamui’s coronation as Queen of Valla. That meant that he would often travel back to his home to whip them into shape. One night, however, he comes home to hear wonderful news...

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Part 1 - Part 2

As Queen of Valla, it wasn't viable for Kamui to leave the Silent Kingdom to live with her beloved Keaton all the way up at Mount Garou. She planned to go one day, of course, once all the Sealing Rituals were done.

However, for the time being, they had to make do by opening a portal at the foot of the Mount that led straight to the inner garden of Castle Gyges.

As leader of the wolfskin, Keaton was frequently summoned back home to take on any aspiring cubs intent on taking him down from leadership. The strongest would always be the leader of the pack, after all. Although no one had managed to land a single blow to him for the three years following the war, he always welcomed a challenge.

He would also lead raids in search of treasure as well as hunts for colossal animals. He was about to get ready for one that would take at least a week to complete, using the remaining time to snuggle and sniff his wife.

Ticklish, Kamui giggled as her husband sniffed her neck and back of her ear, hugging her from behind. "K-Keaton, I can't laugh anymore...!"

He nipped her earlobe, licking it afterward. "Your smell's been different lately, Kamui. Didja do something? Eat anythin' strange? Or use a different, yuck, perfume?" He licked her entire neck, biting her trapezius so it would leave a mark.

"Eh? Do I stink? N-no, get away...!" She clutched her heart, worried that he'd find her disgusting.

"No way!" He bit harder, sucking so as to leave a love bite. "It's not bad, it's just different is all. I like it. Your taste is still the same, too." His hands groped her body from under her sleeping gown, making the Queen flinch with sudden pleasure.

"You pervert..." she pouted, tilting her head to the side so he could keep on licking and biting her, pulling her hair out of the way.

"It's meal time!" His tail wagged as he threw his wife on the bed, getting ready for yet another night of wild love.

After the following morning, they would part ways for over a week, after all, so they needed to bask in each other's warmth for as much as they could.

As a nocturnal beast, Keaton left hours before sunrise, his instincts blaring him to return with a fine haul for his wife. He didn't understand the urge to come back quickly, but he wasn't about to object to his instinct of all things.

Hours later, Kamui woke up to a cold bed, feeling fulfilled and lonely at the same time. Rough as her beloved was, she would feel him with her whole body for a few days, but she already dreaded the moment she started longing for him.

Distracted, it took her twice as long than usual to complete her duties, her mind somehow foggy and her body heavy.

"Are you feeling unwell, milady?" Jakob asked as he poured the afternoon tea, placing one hand over her forehead to check her temperature. "It doesn't seem to be a fever..."

The Queen sighed, sipping the piping hot tea. "I'm fine, Jakob, just a bit tire-ugh..." She grimaced, putting the cup away. "What blend is this? It tastes," she groaned, "I-I can't drink this, Jakob. Take it away, p-please, I don't feel..." Kamui placed one hand over her mouth, her entire body rejecting even the beverage's smell.

"M-milady!" Jakob ran to his liege, placing one hand behind her back. "F-forgive me, my lady! I must've messed up-"

"It's okay, j-just take it away..."

"At once, Lady Kamui!" Jakob stuttered, swiftly cleaning the table. Once he placed the cart outside, he came back, apologetic. "Would like to lie down for a bit? You're pale!"

Huffing and nauseated, Kamui accepted the butler's extended hand. "I will. Thank you, Jakob, and forgive me for the trouble."

"It's no trouble at all, milady. Do find it in your heart to forgive this absurd blunder of mine." He guided her to the bed, worried for her health. "Should I bring my staff?"

Placing her head on the pillow, Kamui relaxed. "No need, Jakob. I'll just rest for a bit and go back to my duties. We had a sealing ritual scheduled for the day after tomorrow..."

"Perish the thought, milady! Think about your health first and foremost! I am certain that Lady Azura will not mind postponing the ritual should the need arise." He bowed. "I'll excuse myself now, however do call if you need anything."

The didn't wait for her reply and quickly left the room, ashamed for making his lady feel unwell. He tasted the tea himself a few minutes later, finding nothing wrong with it.

"I wonder fi it's simply not to Lady Kamui's liking any longer?" He wondered, pushing the cart back to the nearby pantry.

Discreet as he is, Jakob didn't mention Kamui's nausea so as not to rise unwanted attention to his lady. He would be the first one to step in should she feel worse, however.

The following day, Kamui felt oddly impatient regarding everything. Somehow, each little thing she did was a tad slower than she wanted it to. Why didn't she already finish writing that sentence? Why is that person with whom she was in a meeting with spoke so slowly? Why is the smell of tea so unpleasant lately? Why is the cake soggy? Why couldn't she just scream atop of her lungs to put everything working back at its usual place?

"Milady, you've been drumming your fingers for so long I fear that you'll scratch the table sooner or later." Jakob commented, learning his lesson and bringing coffee instead.

"I'm just- hahh... I'm sorry, Jakob. I've been irritable lately. I thought it was only for today, but now that I think back -- I've been feeling antsy for a few weeks already." She sighed, relishing on the coffee's bitter taste.

"I wish I could do more, milady. I fear that you are too burdened as Queen." He humbly bowed.

Feeling bad for making him worry, Kamui clutched her chest. "It's okay, Jakob. I'm sorry for dumping all this on you. I'll... be okay." She breathed heavily. "This coffee is making me feel better, already! Thank you so much for all the little things you do."

Moved to tears, jakob hid his face under his bangs. "You flatter me, milady. However I am overjoyed that today's drink is to your liking."

"Oh... Sorry again about yesterday." She placed the cup on its saucer. "I'm sure it was a blend I usually drink since it was you who brought it, but somehow I couldn't even be near it without feeling nauseous."

"Hm...?" Jakob narrowed his eyes, wondering about such strange symptom. He shook his head moments after, dismissing such silly thoughts.

"Alright, bring it on! I'll do better today, you'll see!" Kamui puffed her chest, feeling recharged. "Can you bring me a slice of that special cake you made the day before yesterday? Suddenly I feel like eating it."

"Of course, milady. However, only after dinner. You've had your fill of sweets for the afternoon."

Kamui grumbled. "Alright."

Hearing about the cake from the servants, Camilla used that as an excuse to visit her beloved little sister. "Aren't you lonely, darling? I hear Keaton is quite insensitive... leaving you by yourself for days at a time! The audacity!" The princess held Kamui's hand, slightly pouting her lips.

"W-well, I'd be lying if I said that I don't feel lonely at all, but... But I fell in love with his free spirit and wildness." The Queen poked at her cake with the fork, relishing on all the delicious spread melting right off of it. "B-besides, he makes it up with me when he... comes back..." increasingly embarrassed by what she was saying, Kamui lowered her head to hide her rosy cheeks.

"My, oh my! The fire of youth!" Camilla chuckled, putting a tuft of hair behind her ear. "Be sure to tell him how you feel, dear. I'm afraid you married a man that won't notice things unless they're expressly thrown into his face."

Kamui snorted, almost spiting the cake she munched. "Y-you're right on that." She gulped everything down with a large sip of coffee, feeling refreshed. "I'll be okay. Thank you so much for the visit, Big Sister."

"Anytime, my dear." Camilla pinched Kamui's cheek. "Should I sleep with you tonight? I'm sure your bed's cold without your little wolfskin to warm it for you."

"N-no, I'll be okay-" Kamui shook her head, but suddenly felt a carving for human affection and lowered her head. "Actually... maybe you should."

Camilla's fork fell out of her hand in surprise. "Indeed?! Ah, darling! How long has it been since you allowed me to sleep over!" She wrapped both arms around Kamui, squeezing the dragon Queen on her chest. "I'll warm you through the entire night, you hear?"

Mildly regretting the decision, Kamui laughed nervously as the air was robbed of her. "A-alright, Big Sister..."

Camilla wasn't lying when she said that: she hugged Kamui senseless through the entire night, carefully rubbing one hand up and down the Queen's back. It was a night Kamui wasn't used to, but one she didn't wish it hadn't happened.

However, once morning came, she felt nausea hit her so hard she had to quickly jump out of the bed (over Camilla, as well) towards the latrines. She threw everything up, coughing nervously. "W-was it the cake? But I felt fine eating it..." She commented with a hoarse voice once Camilla worriedly brought her a glass of water.

"Darling, how long have you felt this way? Tell your big sister everything."

Pensive, Kamui placed the glass away and tried to remember how often that's been happening. "Actually, this isn't the first time I throw up in the morning, but it always happens whenever Keaton isn't here, so I never really noticed them..."

Camilla nodded, holding Kamui's hand. "What else?"

"U-um... that's it? I don't think I felt particularly strange... Oh."

"Hmm?" Camilla's grin grew. If her suspicions were correct, she would finally be an aunt!

"I've been irritable lately, but again it's only when Keaton isn't here. I also can't drink tea anymore."

"Mhm, I noticed how you had Jakob serve coffee yesterday instead of your usual blend of tea." Camilla hummed. "My dear, I believe we should call a healer as soon as possible! I am absolutely sure you are pregnant!"

If she had still been holding the glass, it would've shattered on the floor. "P-pregnant? B-but..." she remembered all of the wild nights she had with her husband, clearly not throwing that possibility away. "I'm...? With Keaton's...?"

"Child, yes!" Camilla hugged her sister, rubbing Kamui's face on her chest. "What joy! Call the healers at once!" She laughed, so very much looking forward to smothering a little wolf baby with everything she had.

Shocked, it took Kamui a few moments to compose herself before a wide smile took ahold of her face. "A baby!"

Somehow, with the confirmation of her pregnancy, it was as though the other unpleasant symptoms has lessened: she didn't feel as irritably as before, the joy of expecting Keaton's baby making her hop instead of walking. She performed the Sealing Ritual as expected, feeling renewed and refreshed.

Soon it was time for Keaton to return, and Kamui eagerly waited by the portal at the garden. Fidgety, she turned her weight from one foot to the other until Keaton jumped out of the portal, huffing. "Keaton!"

"Kamui?! You waited for me?" He leaped in her arms, licking her face all the way to her lips, deeply kissing them.

Losing the strength on her legs, Kamui wrapped both arms around Keaton's neck, losing herself on his wild kiss. "K-Keaton, I have something-"

"Mhmmm... your smell's getting better and better everyday..." He hummed, sniffing her neck and pulling her up with both arms.

Then it hit her: maybe he'd been smelling their BABY instead! "Keaton? How long have you been smelling this different smell on me?" She pulled his hair so he would detach himself from her and look her in the eyes.

Wagging his tail, he pouted as he searched in his memory. "Hm... I dunno, about two months? Maybe more? Why'd you ask?"

"You buffoon!" Kamui laughed, nudging his shoulders. "You've been smelling my pregnancy this whole time, silly!"

"Preg-" With a frozen smile on his face, he tilted his head to the side, still not fully understanding.

"Maybe you've never been around pregnant women? I'm sure you'd be able to tell the difference once you've caught a smell."

"B-back up, Kamui. You're- mine- A PUP?!" He yelled, brusquely lifting her overhead, twirling around himself. "MINE?! A PUP!!" He laughed. "AROOOOOO!!"

"K-Keaton, people are sleeping, hahah!" She tried to cover his mouth, but he simply put her on the floor and transformed, running around her while he howled.

"WAIT HERE!" He huffed, jumping back into the portal.

"Keaton-" Barely was his name out of her mouth, he came back, holding some kind of an animal's colossal leg on his mouth. "Let's have a feast to make our pup's stronger!"

"W-what kind of animal is this?!" Kamui marveled. Only the leg was as large as he own dragon form.

"I dunno! It was flying around Mount Garou and we decided to hunt it! Now, let's eat!"

"I'm not eating it raw, you silly man!" Kamui laughed at his eagerness. "Why don't you take me back to your village so we can all eat together?"

"AND TELL EVERYONE ABOUT MY PUP! AROOOO!" He ran in circles, dragging the giant leg around Kamui. "Hop on! We're running full speed back to the mount!" He huffed, his giant eyes sparkling with glee.

Laughing, Kamui climbed on her husband's back. "I love you!" She giggled, holding tightly as he sprinted towards the portal.

"Arooooooooooo!!!” He howled, letting his companions know he was coming. “I love you too! Arooo!" He said, uncharacteristically honest, too happy to pretend he didn’t care. "Tonight we party! It's my pup's celebration!"

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these are actually hella fucking cute y’all

I’m answering all of these because as previously stated I have a real thing for filling stuff out. I like being asked questions it’s fun, keeps my brain workin’ :D

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk. And I never drink it at the end. I can’t, I’ll get sick. I can’t drink milk, and if I have cereal too often I’ll get sick. But it’s just not right if there isn’t lots of milk D’: 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? NOOOOOOOOOOO DDDDD: 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Anything? I think there’s a Mythology book around here somewhere with a peanut M&M’s wrapper in it.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I don’t put anything in tea, and I’ll drink black coffee, but sometimes I put creamer in it. If it’s available. I like peppermint mocha best yum :D

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Nope! I think it’s pretty nice, actually. It’s one ofthe few things I actually like about myself lol. I hate my body and my acne but I think my nose, eyes, and smile are decent. I had braces so my teeth are straight. I didn’t wear my top retainer though so there’s a small gap, but it doesn’t bother me. Except when I eat apples. The skin always gets stuck >:( My teeth could be whiter, and they’re small and square looking, but I think my smile is alright.

6: do you keep plants? No, but I want to. I just can’t keep up with that stuff. And my room faces a very shaded yard so sunlight really doesn’t come in.

7: do you name your plants? I totally would! 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I prefer to draw with pencil/colored pencil, charcoal, and I’m trying to use inking pens. I suck at painting lol. I did just get a tablet, though, and Autodesk Sketchbook. So that’s been fun to play with. 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Oh yeah. I would love to be able to sing really well. So far I can do a decent Marilyn Monroe impression lol. My favorite thing to sing along to is No Doubt. I love Gwen’s voice. It’s a good exercise too, all the vibrato and crazy patterns she does. I also like to sing Heart, too. My boyfriend says I sound pretty good, but I still won’t let anyone else hear me lol. Even though he’s a musician and probably knows what he’s talking about, I still don’t think it’s that great haha 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Yes.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? Hmm I can’t think of any that don’t require a long explanation lol. Well okay, how about this. I didn’t ever really drink until I turned 21 (almost exactly a year ago, January 17!), and then when we’d hag out with friends and I’d get drunk, I’d start going up to people whispering “Hey. I’ve never been drunk before” in their ear lol. Like ever time it happened (which wasn’t all that much, I’m still not a huge drinker). It got to the point that now if I drink, everyone goes “Watch out for Robyn, she’s getting drunk for the first time!”

12: what’s your favorite planet? Uranus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hehe uhm Jupiter, because it’s full of gas, like me? I’ve honestly never really thought about this. I think Neptune is the prettiest, and I like the idea that humans may be able to live on Mars. ~Sailor Pluto is my favorite Sailor Scout. :D

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? A mess hahahahahahahahahaaha. She has three cats and I have a dog. We both have depression, anxiety, BPD, OCD, and ADHD. (fun fact, our diagnoses are identical. We both have PTSD as well). But we love doing crafts and not cleaning our rooms, so I imagine there would be glitter, scrap fabric, pencil shavings, and wadded up paper everywhere. Among the pet hair, of course! 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! 99% of the solar system’s mass is the sun! (shit!) 16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? S P A G H E T T I

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Uhm well I’ve literally had every color lol. But right now, I’m having a lot of trouble getting red to stick to the lengths, it keeps fading to brown immediately. My hair is very damaged so it’s not too cooperative at this point :/

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Uhm ok so I have IBS pretty bad, right? My friends and I went to Denny’s one night. We came back to one friend’s house, and I needed to fart (Sorry, this is gonna be gross lol). So as my friend Nick was coming up the stairs, I stuck my butt out and farted on his chest area. Only I didn’t fart. I pooped on him. HAHA and now everyone laughs at me because I shit on the bass player! The best part was I ran to the bathroom and I had my boyfriend get my spare undies from the car (gotta have those when you got that Irritable Bowel), and when I went back downstairs, Nick had no idea what had happened lololololol 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Nopeee 20: what’s your favorite eye color? I mean as far as what I find attractive, brown. Big brown eyes. On guys and girls. But especially guys. Girls with light eyes can still be cute but I think dark eyed men are just the best <3 That’s not to say there aren’t also some attractive men with light eyes (points to Bradley Cooper, Chris Hemsworth, Conrad Veidt, J o n a t h a n J o e s t a r). 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My smiley backpack! I just started really using it about a year ago, but I got it when I was like 3. so it’s around 19 years old. I actually just ripped one of the straps out partially last night, and I gotta sew it (thanks for the reminder!). It’s about a foot in diameter, and it’s just a giant yellow circle with a simple black smile and eyes and two straps. 22: are you a morning person? If by morning person you mean I stay up all night and am awake still when morning comes. Though I was up from Thursday evening to last night with no sleep, so I slept all last night and have been up since 6:30 this morning. 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Well since I’m pathetic and I don’t have a job and the Kent State University won’t let me have Financial Aid (due to dropping my classes last semester because of HEALTH ISSUES, wtf), every day is like that. I hate it, actually. I do nothing but sleep. I stare at my computer for hours, scroll tumblr and Facebook, get out drawing supplies and then stare at the paper and cry, lay in bed and cry, cry and cry ;u; 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? My boyfriend, Mr. Alexander Tortorella. He’s been one of my best friends since 2010, and my boyfriend for a little over 2 years. Also my two closest friends, Taylor, who I’ve been best buds with for over ten years (we even got tattoos together) and my friend Ryanne who I mentioned before (the one with all the problems like me lol). 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? No where, I’ve never broken into anyplace. Other than my car once because I locked the keys in it lol. 26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I actually have these flat slip on clogs that have like a brown sweater fabric that I got in 2006. I wear them pretty much all fall/winter if I’m just running to the store or to someone’s house. If there’s no snow, of course lol. I also have Converse I got in 2007 that have the British flag on them, and The Who’s logo on the tongue. there’s smiley faces drawn on the rubber at the toe, and along the side banding one one of them are lyrics to “What a Catch Donnie” by Fall Out Boy.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? I love regular bubblegum’s taste but it doesn’t last long enough to bother. 28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Uhh…? My friends aren’t really “cute” people hahahahaha. I mean Taylor has called me “Bobert” for years and that’s funny lol 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yeah this one time when I was little I floated too far on a raft in Lake Erie and thought I was gonna end up in dying lol. I mean compared to other things that have happened in my life that really isn’t anything too bad, but the fear I felt at the time was so immense. 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love socks! Cool socks. I’ve got Marvel hero socks, whale socks, Star Wars socks, Sailor Moon socks, Winnie the Pooh sicks, sailboat socks, and funky pattern socks. I hate sleeping in socks though. I also have a collection of black dress socks from marching band haha 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I got naked and chased a friend down the street when I was 17. That was my one experience being drunk before I was 21 lol 33: what’s your fave pastry? Friggin Oreo Poptarts. They count. 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Little Pooh! And Big Pooh! I have a like 2 and a half foot sitting Pooh Bear and a small one. I dragged them both everywhere when I was little. I still slept with the small one until I was like 16. But it’s so worn and falling apart, I needed to switch to a larger version to cuddle lol. Now I just kinda cuddle whatever teddy bear or stuffed animal I grab haha 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yes, but I don’t really have them. I do have some super cool Norman Rockwell notecards. And I have rainbow pens I use to color coordinate notes. I’’l freaking rip a page out and re-write everything if i mess up. 36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Well I’m currently listening to “Fly” by Sugar Ray and I’d say that’s doin’ it pretty well :D 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Yeah so have you seen a tornado’s aftermath? 38: tell us about your pet peeves! People who chew their nails (Glares at Alex, even though he’s not here). Girls who talk all hood, and act dumb for attention, then get offended when you don’t take them seriously. 39: what color do you wear the most? Black lol 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I wear a ring everyday, I only take it off to shower. Alex has one too. They’re silver bands, and they have the coordinates to our high school engraved in them (that’s where we met). One has the latitude, one the longitude. Inside mine it says “Alex”, his says “Robyn”. 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? White Oleander by Janet Fitch. 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I just like Starbucks. I’m a white girl. Sue me. 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Alex 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? əʇndɯoɔ ʇou səop 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Oh, no. I overthink everything 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I can’t just do this on the spot!!! The other day a friend asked if I was going into the medical field, because I was really nursing my beer lol 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? BEANS. All beans. Fuck beans. 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Yep, spiders. 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? The last CD I bought I think was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. I’ve had every word of it memorized for like 10 years, but I never actually owned a hard copy. The last record I bought was probably Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin. *note; as I was moving on to the next question, the song “Houses of the Holy” came on my iTunes o.O (though let it be noted as well that the song “Houses of the Holy” is actually on the album “Physical Graffiti). 50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Souls. And old empty bottles. Like empty pop bottles. Not so much anymore, but I have a ton of them in my room that I use as decoration 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Pretty much anything from Def Leppard’s Pyromania or Van Halen’s 1984 reminds me of my dad because those are his favorite albums (and 2 of mine) 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? I mean the salt guy is funny? I’ve really been slacking in the dank meme area lately. I am truly ashamed. 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I have only seen Beetlejuice of those (I knowwww), and I like it, but the heavy late 80′s asthetic creeps me out a bit. Not the stuff that’s supposed to be creepy, but all the black and white checkerboard and stripes, bright colors, and things like that lol 54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog, because I wouldn’t let her have her bone back (it was bed time!) 55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? We don’t need to discuss that. Once again; I have BPD. That should tell you plenty. 56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Not being an asshole. That’s about it. 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? I mean I do sometimes, other times I just listen and enjoy it. My friend Nick did a project for school (he’s a music production major) where he mixed the original tracks differently, and he made the bass and snare more prevalent and now the original sounds empty to me hahaha 58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Lol what??? I mean I drink wine more than anything, but I probably drink more vodka than anyone else too lol. Most of them just smoke that reefer to be honest. Alex and I don’t, he doesn’t drink either. And I rarely drink vodka. But no one else ever does lol 59: what’s your favorite myth? The brown sound lol. The idea that there is a decibel so low that if you hear it, you’ll poop yourself! They proved it to be false on Mythbusters, though. 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I used to write poetry a lot. I actually was published in a national anthology of selected student poets in 9th grade. I have trouble being creative anymore, though. I like Thoreau and Walt Whitman. We studied them in 11th grade. 61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I’ve never really given a gag gift. Though one time I wrapped a robe I got my sister in a series of boxes and duct tape just to mess with her :D I wouldn’t say I’ve ever received anything “stupid”. 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope. I like apple juice, though. Orange juice makes me sick. Acid reflux issues. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? OOOOHHHHHH Gotta be in alphabetical order. Though currently my books are strewn across my floor, mixed in with clothes, my Sailor Moon VHS collection, shoes, makeup, blah blah blah 64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Really light grey. Ohio is bland and gross. 65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? My friend Taylor. she doesn’t live very close so I don’t ever see her anymore :’( 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? I have a few I made over the summer. My favorite is just a bunch of daisies. I love daisies <3 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Lol indifferent. That’s what today looks like, and pretty much everyday around here. 68: what’s winter like where you live? Well when I was younger, it was snowy and bright and fun. Now it barely snows, and it’s always gloomy and muddy and gross. My basement flooded a couple days ago because it rained so hard. 69: what are your favorite board games? MONOPOLYYYY. I got a Dogopoly for Christmas hehe. I like Sorry and Clue a lot too. 70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? Green tea, and the youthberry/ wild orangeblosson tea from Teavanna 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yeah pretty much. And I still always tell myself I won’t forget shit, and then I do. 73: what are some of your worst habits? Smoking cigarettes, sleeping too much, drinking pop instead of water, picking my nose lol. I’m twitchy and fidgety but that’s just the OCD and ADHD. 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Uhhhhhhhhh “Big fat faggot”. (that’s actually how he would describe himself, he likes going up to people and saying “I’m REALLY gay”) 75: tell us about your pets! I have my darling baby Mae Mae, she’s around 9(??) she’a a black mutt that looks like a bear/wolf lol. I got her from the Humane Society. Then there’s Bellatrix, who my mom got from the HS. She’s a brindle boxer, almost 4 years old. We have a 7 month old kitten named Hosta. My mom found her in the hosta bushes outside this summer, so we named her after the flowers lol. We also have a guinea pig, of my sister’s, named Alfie. He’s about 2? 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? I could use a shower. 77: pink or yellow lemonade? Pink <3

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I thought they were cute in Despicable Me, but it’s gotten way out of hand. 79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Alex once bought me ice cream and flowers and made a sign that said “sorry for being a douche”. I don’t even remember what he did wrong, it was cute :3 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Well a few months before we moved in, I painted them purple. Then I decided that was boring like a couple weeks before we moved, and I got tihs cool 70s-looking (or even 30s really) floral wallpaper with like gold and pewter flowers and I put it on two walls. I painted the one wall orange, the tiny bit around the closet sage green, and the area around the door with chalkboard paint. Then I got mad one day about a year later and went and bought light green and covered the orange. I still don’t really know why lol. 81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Dude what? I don’t stare at anyone’s eyes? 82: are/were you good in school? HAHAHAHHA. I got suspended for mooning someone. That’s all you need to know. 83: what’s some of your favorite album art? Queen’s News of the World has a sweet cover. Def Leppard’s High N’ Dry, Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, Aphex Twin’s “Windowlicker” single, of course. Green Day’s Dookie, Dio’s Holy Diver. There are aa TON but you know. I’m getting sick of typing lol 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I’m planning on getting a lot lol. Currently a Ginger Rogers close-up on my forearm. I have a Pooh sketch on my side, “You’re braver than you believe” (Pooh quote) written in my friend’s handwriting on my right shoulder, and “There’s still time to change the road you’re on” on my right foot (”Stairways to Heaven” lyrics). 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Yes, Marvel, Infinity Gauntlet is my favorite. (not including manga because I’m ready to be done with this lol) 86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Yeah, they’re cool! Currently I’ve been listening to To Pimp a Butterfly a lot, actually. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Star Wars (original 3), Back to the Future, A Clockwork Orange, Metropolis 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? A R T D E C O, art nouveau 89: are you close to your parents? My mother. I don’t talk to my father much. He was abusive to me, he’s an alcoholic. 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I don’t really have any? I don’t live cities very much. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I’m going to North Carolina for a wedding, that’s about all I can think of. Probably going camping. 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? CHEESE ME BABY 93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Well I’m mostly just at home doing nothing so it’s just kinda down and pushed back out of my face. But when I go somewhere it’s usually something pinup-y or 2 buns on top of my head. 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Taylor’s was December 29. But mine is Tuesday! :DDD 95: what are your plans for this weekend? Alex has a show tonight, so there’s that. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? ”Remind me tomorrow” 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Don’t know, I’ve never taken one of those tests. I’ve started to, but I can’t really answer the questions right. My answer can go either way, my mood is always changing. I don’t believe it’s easy to pin down a BPD patient’s type. I’m a Capricorn, and I’m not really into Harry Potter. My IQ is pretty high though, lol. I’m proud of that. It’s the one thing I have haha. 98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? I don’t remember, but I know I whined the entire time because I’m out of shape lol 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Uhhhh. My brain isn’t functioning at a very deep emotional level right now lol I can’t think of any? I guess “Blown Away” by Carrie Underwood, it reminds me of my father. 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Neither. I don’t want to change the way things are now. Sure, I’d love to tell myself “Don’t gain twice your body weight” and “don’t drop our of high school or college” but like, Butterfly Effect. I know somehow that would make it so I never reconnect with Alex, or I end up dating someone I wasn’t happy with, or what if somehow I got in a car wreck and died as a result of something stupid? And I don’t want to see the future. What happens happens and I don’t want to live in anticipation.

Feel free to talk to me about any of this stuff! I welcome friends, I’m lonely haha

#i did it #it's been two hours #TWO #HOURS #long ass post #oops #me #personal #someone please read this #lol #I doubt anyone will #but the sound of my keys is nice #long #read me #my life is boring

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https://ift.tt/eA8V8JWarning as usual -long ass journal style post ahead. Read it or not. Your call. I think info is important or I would not have included it. This is in part an update to this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/marriedredpill/comments/bxih8t/fr_losing_my_religion/ As well as a FR on what I believe to be my main event and an open solicitation of advice, calling me a faggot, whatever the hell you want. Let me have it guys. Time to knock the dust off and grow. Figured out my religion was bullshit, wife still very religious- she threatened divorce - I immediately lawyered up and began gathering info (stay plan is now same as go plan) but took no action to initiate divorce... just notes. She found out I talked to atty, had a meltdown, and now tries to re-frame me as the bad guy who is threatening divorce. Don't give a fuck, just STFU and execute. Phase 1: once she calmed down and realized I wasn’t fucking around with her divorce threats anymore, she became submissive, fun, sexual. We’ve had sex nearly every day for a couple of weeks. Not overly passionate hysterical bonding panic sex but the dread was up and she seemed to respect me and desire me more. As time went on frequency stayed high but quality slid closer and closer to just above starfish. The church still pisses me off. Big anger phase that I’m trying to overcome. I'm working my way out and will tell you about it in detail if you want to know. For now, just know that I am leaving. Fuck I once again see the need to STFU. I lose frame when I discuss my problems with the church with her because she feels so strongly about it and I get angry when she won’t look at it logically. Bringing up the church in any way is a surefire way to dry sex up for a day or more. My inner validation whore wants her to realize I am not crazy but she’s going to just have to think what she likes while I lead us to freedom by example. A second 1000 foot rope to pull taut. I’m so glad I have redpill. Porting the same tactics over from relationships/sex to this aspect seems to be the way to go. Phase 2: As time has progressed we've entered a new phase where she will be bitchy, try to start fights etc. She will want to critique every conversation I have with people: "you shouldn't have said that" her hypergamy and solipsism are in overdrive. Regardless of the fighting and general bitchiness, if I stay cocky- funny, STFU etc, she still fucks me. (you mean this redpill shit works? who knew?) I also realize that I suck at comfort tests. Maybe it's the fact that with my increased TRT protocol I am at numbers approaching 8-900, or that I am just an autistic angry Rambo fuck, but I just tend to treat everything as a shit test (her comfort tests are shitty, so I have treated them as shit so far) She is feeling the dread and losing her shit on a regular basis. Two days ago she sits me down and asks if I have been 100% faithful. My responses: "Why would you ask that?" followed by "If I decide to move on you'll be the first to know." Then she asks if I have been looking at porn. (nope. porn is weak-ass shit for betas) answer laughing: "no, why?" Now porn is a doubly big thing in the Mormon church. They are fucking obsessed with it. Mormon wives are taught that porn use is cheating and women are taught that bikinis and even bare shoulders can be considered porn. I shit you not. They recently released 70 anti-porn videos in one day. They have support groups for the men who are "addicted" to porn (because no woman has ever looked at porn) and support groups for their frigid wives to bitch about their husbands who are addicted to porn. They create all sorts of shame which feed the beta male cycle. Gotta keep people sick so they stay in the hospital. She then pulls up my instagram account where I have exactly zero posts, 3 followers including her, and follow about 20 gun companies and 3-4 weightlifting tips accounts. Among all those is some gal in another state who posts pictures of kickass guns but also is gasp wearing a low cut top and even has some BIKINI PICTURES on her instagram. I honestly don't even recall following her and would laughingly own it if I did. It's a fucking nothing burger. She gets one straight courtesy answer of No and then its right to asshole mode as she won't fucking let it go. "She's pretty hot babe, do you think she would let me shoot her suppressed m4?" Cue snot and tears. I hug her but STFU. Next morning I am trying to leave and she pulls me down onto the bed and makes me late for work. The whole time we are fucking she can't stop talking about how much she would like to watch me with another girl. (standard DEVI threesome fantasy that gets her going) Outside the bedroom though its back to the shit tests about this girl and bitchiness. Shit test after shit test about this person I've never met over the last couple of days. She can't take the joke when I fire back a witty remark every time. Gets pissed. Cries. Not my problem. Her hamster is in overdrive. She wants total access to my phone and location. She wants to read all my fucking texts and deconstruct everything I say to other people and tell me what is and isn't appropriate. She rants that she is a prisoner because I haven't let her run the finances for the last 2 years and I have my own account. (she fucked up the finances for 17 years and I make the household money, her money from her job is hers to spend. Deal with it) Telling me she will never have sex with me (ignore what she says and just keep initiating and fucking her when I want to fuck) She told me yesterday that she feels like she is showing up to work every day not knowing if she has a job or not... (good. dread is working) I'm reasonably sure this is a multi-day main event. Yesterday we were working in the yard and after some initial shit tests she became a bit reasonable and we started having a good conversation until a neighbor walked over and I talked to him. As he walked away within earshot she starts tearing apart my conversation and telling me what I should and shouldn't have said. It's getting dark anyway so I let her rant while I STFU and pick up the tools and head in without saying a word. She can't let it go and follows me around the house trying to start shit. I calmly inform her that I'm not going to have my conversations Monday morning quarterbacked. She can't let it go. Alternating between yelling and crying and the same old tropes about how bad I treat her and the instagram chick and how she is a prisoner. Fuck if these are comfort tests she ain't gonna get any comfort from me by being a bitch. I hop in the shower and she keeps opening the shower door. I am trying not to lose it and playfully splash water on her a few times until she follows me into the shower fully clothed. Still yelling. Now I have a weakness. She knows it too. Not only that, she actively uses it against me. I suppose i should thank her for making me stronger. I've had it since childhood and I probably need therapy. I can't stand being cornered. It's like claustrophobia but only with people cornering me and straight fight or flight response. So here I am naked, cornered and wanting nothing more than to go berserker and kill every living thing I can touch. I finally raise my voice and tell her to FUCK OFF. She can't stand profanity. I'm not allowed to use it around her and especially at her but she needs the verbal punch in the face. I get out and dry off and just try to STFU the rest of the night. Again, pre-redpill a curse word would have put me in the penalty box for a few days at least. Nope. Last night she fucked me good, came hard and I pushed some boundaries/took what I wanted. It's making my head spin to see it all in action. If I analyze it I think where I miss the mark is I'm still a drunk captain when it comes to overall vision. She has asked what I want a couple of times and I am so fucking autistic/ blue pill conditioned I can't articulate what I want her to be without worrying about how I sound. I still give too many fucks. I want to be ready to lay out a vision for our relationship and what she should be to me once we hit the snot bubbles and reconciliation here. Any pro tips on how to explain to her once she starts communicating overtly exactly how you expect her to be and act? I need to work on that. submitted by /u/alphasixfour [link] [comments] * This article was originally published here

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