#yo this is what i need right now don't judge please

[mrsspringerslover]

"YOU LIKE MY VOICE? IT TURN YOU ON"

Aran x hyper!reader

Warning: sex (obviously), bathroom sex, rough, spanking(light), slight!bratty!reader, not short reader(tall queens out here), not really a plot, (semi)public. Black!reader

Synopsis: teasing aran in a custom made jersey costume and he pulls you in the bathroom

Halloween was the best time of year for all these cute couples costumes, and it's an excuse to wear something provocative without getting judge. Which brings us to now, you've been planning this for two months now. Aran was doing so well with his basketball career that you thought about making something special for him.

"Hey bae so- uh there's this party coming up for halloween, can we pleasepleaseplease go?!" You really hoped he says yes because there hasn't been anything to do lately, "i don't know ma. I don't wanna go, but you can." You were about to cheer until you realized what he said. " 'Dont wanna go by myself pa i want you to go with me!" Aran was so laid back and hated being around anybody but his friends and family so when he says no he means it. "What i say mama? No stop asking." "Please ill do anything you want!! His eyebrows went up at that,

"Anything?"

When he agreed to go with you he didn't expect you to pick his costume either, although he didn't care. "Aran i got your costume!" When he turned around he didn't expect it to be his basketball jersey and shorts, "mama what the hell is this, and how you even get that it was in my locker." " This is your costume!" He didn't think you were serious. "Just wear it bae, you gon understand once you see mine," you whine and jumped around. He narrowed his eyes at you, "stop allat whining, y'know i hate that shit."

You walked in the closet when he went on his phone, and quickly changed into your costume. "Look aran look look!!" He looked up and his eyes got wider he had a smug grin on his face too, "you love daddy so much you got my name on your back huh?" He loved it, he loved you! " Yes daddy now get dressed so we can go!"

You arrived at the party and saw all your friends and you ran off with sasha, "wassup girl how are you damn bitch you look fine asf," you went to the kitchen and grabbed a red cup with liquor, "girl i got this custom made you like it?" " Hell yeah i need to do that with connie shiiii!" You were chatting with sasha and mikasa till all of a sudden you see a girl walk up to yo man all smiles and shit, "girl we finna go smoke you tryna- why you doing that face girl?" Mikasa said and that was till she followed your eyes and saw this girl talking to aran aka your boo.

What the fuck? Did she not see you two walk in together? She must be crazy.

"Girls hold up ill be right back this bitch got me fucked up." The girl were looking like damn she bout to get beat up. "Excuse me your in my way," the random girl looked back and looked you up and down, "girl can i help you?" She had the audacity to turn her lip up at you," yes actually like i said your in my way bitch." And when she didn't budge you shoved her out of the way and sat on aran's lap.

You saw her stumble in her heels you were satisfied. "Ma why you push her and on top of allat you cussing now? Uh un lets go," he abruptly stood up and grabbed you by the arm and took you to the bathroom. Once you got in the bathroom you could hear muffled music, "you cussing now?" "sorry pa didn't mean to i swear-" "aht i dont wanna hear nun of it strip and bend over," you hurried and did what he said so the situation didn't get worse. " You know the drill, don't you?" You were scared for your life, "n-no running, no pushing, and d-dont cum without permission."

"Mmph! M'sorry papa didn't mean to say it!" He smacked your ass cause now you were lying, "yes you did. You think ian hear you cussing with yall lil friends over there huh? Lie. Again." He pushed into you harder. I guess this is what you get because now this man is slutting you out, bent over his friend's sink. Please's and sorry's flew out of your mouth while he was deep in your guts, "oh my- too much too much! Daddy please can i cum!?" You heard one word that made your face drain of any color.

"No"

So you were forced to lay on the sink and take any punishment handed to you, while your knees buckled beneath you. "Mmm feels good ma?" He was taunting you now and you could hear it in his snarky voice, "too much- slow down please i said sorry daddy!" He heard you whimpering while your legs started to shake, he was about to say slow down and let you cum until you put your small weak hands on his lower stomach, "put your fucking hands down, what i say huh?" "Running or pushing but-" "nope this what happens when you dont listen pretty girl." "So so sorry daddy pleasepleaseplease gotta cum" now after countless minutes of begging after 45 minutes he finally gave in after seeing your tears stream down you pretty face, "go ahead pretty" you both came together and when he pulled out you fell to your knees with an exaggerated sigh from exhaustion.

Aran whipped you down and put your clothes back on and carried you out the bathroom and to the car, "you okay baby?" After fucking you up he had the audacity to ask if you were okay good. "Yess can we go home? 'm tired." He looked over and smirked, "yeah lets go home pretty"

AHH SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN RIGHT HERE BABY

This for you mama @dilfl0v3rss

Also for people wondering this was one of the answers for the poll i did. tell me if you like. ony x connie x reader is next yall🌚🌚🤭🖤

#anime smuts #haikyuu #smut #aran smut #anime x black!reader smut #MRSSPRINGERLOVERR

[rius-cave]

Ok but imagine adamsapple in bed and Adam is like " why don't i top for once"

And Luci raises his eyebrows

Adam " I'm the original dick, i know how to use it!"

Luci " considering I've stolen both your wives, i severely doubt that" adam huffs. Luci sighs. " You've been bottoming for a while, would you trust YOURSELF yo top you?"

And Adam blue screens

( does this lead to angsty self introspection or to luci riding him? Who knows)

Anon I hate myself. Somehow my response to this turned into a full on drabble 🙈 I'm so sorry I don't know how this happened. Here it is I guess. I'm putting it under a cut because the language gets a little explicit skfjdgfd

"Come on. What? You think I really couldn't do it? Do you not want me to fuck you that badly?"

Lucifer glared at him in judging silence, an eyebrow raised.

"Would it really kill your ego to let me do it just once? I mean seriously I'm sure I could have you screaming in no time." Adam stated, anger obvious on his voice.

"Mm-hm," Lucifer hums, reclining his back on the headboard and closing his eyes. "You could."

"Oh please! You haven't even let me try! If you gave me the chance to- wait what did you say?" Adam's mouth gaped, his brain just now catching up with his ears.

"I said you could," the hellborn replied, a smug smile on his face. "We've been doing this for weeks now, haven't we? You think I've never wanted to feel your cock inside of me?"

Adam choked on his own saliva before sitting up on the bed, astonishment plastered across his face. It wasn't weird for Lucifer to talk directly like this, but hearing him just… admit that he wanted it was not something Adam ever expected to hear. To be frank he was half waiting for Lucifer to chuck him out to the next ring.

"Wait really?"

"Really," Lucifer affirmed without a tint of shame in his voice. "I may be more skilled than you," he began again, earning a brief glare from Adam. "But I could teach you how to do it, show you where I like it, actually top someone properly for once."

"I…" The sinner began, still not believing his hearing. Suddenly, a smile crept up his face, excitement pouring from his eyes as well as starting to fill up his cock. "Oh! Okay! Fuck yeah, let's go!" He cheered in anticipation, already lifting up the sheets from both his body and Lucifer before his wrist was firmly stopped.

"Uh, what?"

"Not now, you idiot. We just did it. I'm tired and we need to get to the hotel early tomorrow," Lucifer explained with a little sharpness in his voice.

"What? But I… we… you…" He fumbled, a rapid sequence of anger, frustration and disappointment flashing across his features.

"That's not fair! Come on, I…!" He couldn't come up with any good reason. They did have to meet up with Charlie tomorrow (or today, at this point), and they did go at it for about an hour and a half that night. He couldn't say that his own eyes weren't closing before the conversation started.

He growled in frustration like a kid having been promised a candy only for it to be snatched from his hands right as he was about to take a bite. His wings fell to his sides and his mouth closed in a tight line.

A chuckle caught his attention once more.

"Aww, don't be sad, love," the king cooed as he leaned forward, taking one of Adam's cheek in his hand. I promise the next opportunity we have, that'll be the first thing we do, okay?" His voice was soothing and alluring, calming down Adam's anger immediately.

"… Fine," Adam finally grumbled, a small blush creeping up his face at the intimate touch. Those kinds of gestures still threw him for a loop every time. He was used to bites, scratches and pulls from the King of Hell, but any time the demon showed his softer side to him, Adam couldn't help but feel his brain short circuit.

"That's a good little lamb," Lucifer grinned, before leaning in to capture Adam's lips in a soft kiss, meant to seal the promise that he just made.

The recently fallen angel melted into the kiss with a sigh, all his frustration completely gone now. It was still embarrassing how he would just turn to putty under Lucifer's touch. If his soldiers could see him now his reputation would never recover. But still, it felt good to let go of his control when it was Lucifer who slowly, methodically, stripped it away from him.

"Mhm, very well. Let's go to sleep now," Lucifer gently broke the kiss, holding Adam's cheek lightly and dedicating him a smile.

"Okay," Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure to prepare my little ass so well for your cock, so that you can slide in easily. I'll ride your dick so good and milk it so hard that you won't be able to feel it by the fifth time I make you cum inside of me."

Lucifer grinned innocently, patting Adam's cheek before finally laying down again and getting comfortable under the covers.

With each word Adam felt his insides get hotter and hotter, to the point that by the end of Lucifer's promise, there was no doubt that he was properly hard now.

A couple seconds later, he could hear the quiet snores coming from the demon next to him.

Adam growled loudly. The frustration was back a hundredfold.

#i have brainrot I'm so so so sorry #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask

[knack4harlow]

“Don’t go over your budget”

“Are you still giving me the silent treatment?” 

“…”

“C'mon Y/N I said I’m sorry .”

“…”

Jack tilted his body against the wall in the doorway watching his girlfriend as she refused to even look at him. Wanting to be the bigger person, he slumped his shoulders and slowly walked over to the edge of the bed where you laid. 

“C'mon, baby it was just a joke I swear.” 

“Would it be just a joke if I said you need to start covering that 100 acres of forehead you got?” 

“Guess you aren’t so sad anymore huh?” He mumbled, quietly fixing his curly bangs.

“You know how insecure I am about my body hair Jack.” 

He sighed, “Your right baby I’m sorry, I took it too far and I apologize. You're gorgeous with or without body hair”

You silently smiled to yourself at that, but wouldn’t let it show of course.

He started to gently rub your back and give you slow kisses on your arm and shoulder. “What can I do to make it up to you sweet girl?” He pleaded in between kisses. You immediately sat up. 

“Makeup run?” you smiled.

He laughed, “Wow that was easy.” playfully rolling his eyes. 

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Princess you know I like to spoil you but you spent over 2,000 dollars last time, we can do anything else. “

“How about no sex for a week?”

“I'll go get my shoes on”

15 minutes later both of you were finally ready and we're heading out the door and climbing into his jeep. The drive to the mall wasn't that far from your apartment and before you knew it you were pulling up to the parking lot. Before climbing out of the car your boyfriend grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N you have a budget of 400.”

“400?!” you yelled, a little bit too loudly. “After the way you treated me?”

“$450”

“$550”

“$500”

“$800” 

“$200”

“550 it is.” you smiled. 

“That's what I thought” he smirked. “Watch that attitude” you smiled back as you leaned into a kiss, rubbing his beard.

He grabbed your hand as you both walked into the store feeling the brush of air. 

“God damn it's cold in here,” he whispered to himself. 

“ Baby it's 90 degrees outside.” 

“And?”  

“Nevermind” you rolled your eyes. 

“Sassy ass” you mumbled to yourself. “Don’t start,” he replied. 

After a little bit of looking around with him following close behind, you both made your way to where you get your concealer. While looking for your shade you saw your boyfriend wander and go towards some other products. 

“God damn did everybody take my shade?” you uttered to yourself.

“Baby, what's up with these names?”, “Better than sex, better than sex foreplay, shit making me horny”. You giggled at his antics “Jack please put that down.” 

“Maybe we can go to the back of the store or something,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“It's official, I’m never bringing you here again,” you said walking away from him as he smacked his lips together.

You made your way over to the skin care section and started piling your basket.

“Hey remember your budget,” Jack said furrowing his eyebrows. “It's $800 right?” you joked looking up at him. He didn't find it amusing though. 

“We should really get some of this stuff for you, especially something to help with those eyebrows.” your boyfriend jerked his head up at that, “What's wrong with my eyebrows?”

“Nothing” you smiled while walking away.

“Y/N wait!”

Truthfully there was nothing wrong with his eyebrows, or anything in his face for that matter. But since he wanted to tease you, you decided it would be best to tease him back.

After walking around more, soon you both had made it over to the fragrance section. 

“Jack smell this for me, baby,” you said, spraying some in the air. “It smells nice mama, but don't you already have a full shelf of perfumes already?”

“I'm sorry Jackman Thomas Harlow, are you judging me right now? Me? After you just disrespected and hurt my feelings?”

“Of course not, baby.” 

“That's what I thought, cause let me say something about your big ass box of Pokemon cards-” you started off

“You made your point”

“Mhm,” you smirked. 

Soon you were basically done with your shopping and you and your boyfriend were heading towards the register. While on your way you passed by a new collection by one of your favorite brands.  “OMG POOKS LOOK '' you yelped. He stood behind you watching you pick up every single product in pure enjoyment.

“I know I probably went over budget but baby please” you pleaded.

“Go ahead” he frowned jokingly.

You shoved everything into your basket and both of you headed towards the cashier. 

“Your total is $630.50, will you be doing cash or card sir?” the lady behind the counter smiled, handing her hand out.

You looked up at Jack ready for him to tell you to put some stuff back, but instead he smiled to himself and took his card out.  

“Thank you for shopping with us today!” the lady smiled(a little too hard in your opinion)

After getting settled in the car you looked up at him and frowned. 

“Pooks I went over my budget, why’d you still pay?” 

“You really thought you had a budget? Baby I would’ve bought the whole store for you if you had wanted it.” He laughed

“Wow so you really had your girlfriend in there doing calculations, knowing damn well I’m bad at math, trying to save your money?” You crossed your arms.

“Yes and it was adorable watching you.” He smiled teasing you.

“You're lucky, you're cute.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you for spending your money on me though,” you mumbled in between kisses on his cheek. 

“I’m always going to do  whatever I can to see those pretty dimples.” That made you smile even more. 

“And plus, I really do feel bad about what I said baby, I’ll do anything to make you happy honestly.” 

“Thank you pooks” you smiled showing your dimples. 

As he started driving you started rummaging through your 8 full bags sitting by your feet. 

“So when are you gonna apply some of that Nair though?”

That earned him a hard smack to the back of the head and a mean glare.

“Too early?”

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x reader

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

For my dear Bunny

Dark!Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!Reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I suggest you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<-

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Stalking, description of kidnapping, mention of murder, 18+!!!, mention of male masturbation, NSFW, William Afton is a warning himself.

For my dear Bunny,

I don't even know where to start. Perhaps when you first entered my office? I get you were new to this town and needed a new job. You tried a few of the offers, but ended up inside my office because none of them were to your liking. The first time you entered my office I was secretly happy to see you, you were like fresh air in a stuffy place.

I can still remember how quiet, how shy you were, it was so cute! And when I stood up and you saw the size difference between us? Oh, you looked so adorable!!

When you told me how eager you were for a job but wanted a rather quiet one, I gave you just the right one. I loved seeing your eyes widen in joy and the smile on your face after it met your expectations.

Your first night went well, right? My daughter Vanessa told me how good you were at your job, she showed you around, gave you useful advices and showed you the Animatronics. But what she didn't tell you? In every corner of the place was a secret camera, which I could watch you through the computer in my office. And to be brutally honest with you here? I was planning to kill you. Yes that's right, I bet you saw the news about the missing nightguards here at Freddy's? I was the one responsible for it. My creations - the Animatronics killed them as I ordered them to.

But... after your first night I was beginning to really like you... the second night was also the night you encountered the Animatronics for the first time. At first I could see the fear in your eyes, the thought of getting killed by them. But I ordered them to just scare you a little bit, and you began to like them. And you know what? The Animatronics started to like you too. You are their friend now.

And now to your third night... at that night you were tired, so you thought a little 5 minute power nap would do the trick? Nobody would notice it since you were all alone in this haunted building...

But... I have seen it. You remember the little Freddy plushy on your desk, right? There was a small camera inside of it, I could see everything you did in the office. Your jumps whenever the power went out and you had to put it back on? Sweet.

I loved seeing you clean up the place after you were getting bored, throwing the trash out, cleaning the tables, or just simply swept the floor. You were a sight for sore eyes in that security uniform.

Please don't judge me but... after seeing you like this? I just had to jerk off right there. You moved so swiftly, I just lost control. It became my dirty little secret - watching you work while stroking my cock. You made me cum so hard every time...

Now to your fourth night. Did you like the short visit I gave you? Because I sure did. I can still see the fear in your eyes when you saw me standing there - inside the Springbonnie suit. You were so terrified, running back to the office and hiding under the desk. I loved it. Thought you would recognize my voice when I laughed at you, Bunny...

Today is your fifth night. I already prepared everything,

-making sure to lock all entrances and vents...

-to finally see the look on your face when I take off the yellow rabbit mask and reveal myself to you...

-the cloth with chloroform to get you unconcious...

Why am I letting you know what I want to do with you? So you can get a chance in trying your futile escape. I love seeing you run for your life.

You see... why I am writing this letter for you is... that you have triggered something inside me... something snapped... I don't know how to tell you, but all I know is that I want you. Did I become obsessed with you? Maybe I did. And you're about to find out.

I hope you will read this letter before Night 5 ends. Because if not it will be too late.

-- William Afton.

#steve raglan #william afton #yandere william afton #matthew lillard!william afton #dark william afton #fnaf movie #fnaf

[emeritusemeritus]

Can i request a soft dom Fred and mean Dom George (george is the rougher twin you cant change my mind on that 😂)brat taming their wife and it ending in fluff when they find out the reason shes been so cranky with them is cause they’re expecting.

Please 🙏🏽 if not i understand 😊

Okay this was right up my alley and I could not leave this alone! I personally think George would definitely be the meaner Dom without doubt. I hope it’s okay that I switched the ending around a little with them finding out she was pregnant rather than knowing all along 🖤

Warnings: Brat!Wife x Dom!Twins, George is kinda mean, Fred is the soft!dom. Punishments, spanking, pussy spanking, sex, piv sex, aftercare, swearing. Graphic smut, pregnancy, minor vomiting. Polyamory, two husbands. Fluff and playful banter.

Words: 3.2k

"Say that again," George says lowly, a harsh look in his eyes. His tone is clipped and steady and though his words implore you to repeat yourself, there's no semblance of him asking for you to repeat yourself.

"I. don't. want. it," you reply, eyes filled with mischief as you bite back, though your face is blank and goading.

"Let me get this straight," he says, pinching the little bumped bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "The food you wanted, the meal you requested this morning, you don't want it now? That's what you're telling me?"

Playing this game with George is like winding up a child's toy. You consider your answer very briefly before deciding to keep playing with him. What had been a seemingly normal conversation had quickly turned into a little power play that you we revelling in.

You nod, offering no verbal reply, knowing what it would do to George.

"Use your words Angel," he says, eyes darkening as he threatens you. You simply smile and shrug, eyes fixed upon his as the look on his face turns thunderous.

"That's it," he says, moving to stand and walking over to you menacingly, reaching out to grab the side of your neck with his large hand, gently turning your head upwards until you were forced to look at him. "You want to tell Freddie what a naughty girl you're being or shall I?"

"Fred doesn't scare me," you bite back, the defiant look returning to your eyes.

"I'll be the judge of that princess," a second voice says from behind you, his tone lighter than George's but still menacingly dominating.

You feel him move to stand behind you, hands instantly reaching out for your hips to thrust you backwards until you were pressed against him. His touch is softer than George's but still as deliciously dominant.

"I'd say that calls for at least 5, don't you think Georgie?" He says from behind you, his lips tracing your hair, nuzzling gently until he's ghosting his perfect lips across your ear and don't the side of your neck that George isn't holding.

"I'd say 10, at least mate."

It's almost embarrassing how wet this makes you, the banter between them as they speak about you, as if you're not currently trapped between them. It was no use denying that you'd been slightly... off for the past few days, more than a little cranky and quite honestly rather bratty. Initially they'd let it slide but you could tell you'd really started pushing some buttons now.

"Think this perfect little ass can take it sweetheart?" Fred says quietly, teasingly, his hand moving from your hip towards your clothes bottom that he caresses, getting a handful of the supple flesh.

Your mouth falls open as Fred grips your ass hard and you strain not to make a noise, already enchanted by the game play.

When George's hand moves slightly to gently grip your throat, your eyes fly open until you're staring up at his piercing, ominous eyes.

"Your husband asked you a question Angel," he says with the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Want," you manage to get out, voice meek and quiet as your thoughts race, no longer able to hide your desperation for them to touch you. You were so wet, so aroused, you needed relief- you needed the punishment. You squirm against their holds, first pushing your hips back to run against Fred's growing bulge, knowing better than to try that with George and then by giving him a devastatingly innocent look as you bite your lip, pleading with Georgie to give you what you wanted.

"What was that Angel?" He sneers, grubbing your throat a little harder. "Couldn't hear you over the desperation."

"Please Georgie, need you," you manage to choke out. Truthfully his hand wasn't gripping you that tightly, merely holding you, but the sheer desperation and arousal was making it hard for me you to communicate, your thoughts cloudy. All you could think of was getting off, of their cocks, their fingers, anything that would take away the burning desire you felt.

"Good girl," Fred says from behind you, his crotch making contact with your ass, his obvious erection pressed between your cheeks as he rolls his hips making you gasp.

George lets go of your throat but keeps his hand hovering nearby until he leans down and presses a kiss right to the column of your throat, your head leaning so far back from looking up at him that you were close to resting on Fred's shoulders. The kiss makes your skin burn, electrifying you inside and out.

"Get on the bed, I want you completely naked and bent over for us, think you can do that Angel?" George says in a menacing tone. You go to nod but stop yourself, no longer wanting to prolong the dance.

"Yes Georgie," you say, though it comes out breathless as Fred's hands begin to wander across your body, his hands reaching up to squeeze your braless tits making you release a breathy moan.

"And?" George adds, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes Freddie."

"Bed," Fred says in your ear, dropping his hands from your breasts until he pulls away, patting your bum to move you, ushering you forward.

You don't hesitate and immediately walk to your shared bedroom where you begin peeling off your clothes frantically. Once you're naked, you climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees, ass up in the air just like they like it, just as instructed. You're so wet that you can feel the dampness extending onto your thighs, the exposed skin of your pussy being nipped at by the cold air.

It feels like an eternity waiting for them, naked and splayed out ready for them to take you.

"Fuck, well if this isn't the prettiest sight," Fred says from the doorway and for a second you hesitate moving to look but you decide fuck it, you were being punished anyway. You'll be eternally grateful for what you see when you turn your head, seeing both of your husbands completely naked and waiting for you, cocks hard and their bodies in complete display for your viewing pleasure. You have to bite your lip at the sight, cunt weeping as you fight to stop the little dribble from running down your leg.

George is leaner, slightly thinner and his cock had the most delicious curve that hits every single spot inside you just right. His arms are folded as he stands upright in the doorway, observing you carefully with a resolute expression.

Fred is wider, in every sense. He's bulkier than George and carries the tiniest bit more weight which is an absolutely delicious contrast. He's thicker and perhaps a tiny bit longer than his counterpart and you can't help the strand of drool that falls from your mouth as you look at him, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Still think she needs punishing mate?" Fred asks George playfully as his eyes wander over your form, focusing between your breasts and your cunt, all exposed to his gaze.

George doesn't reply, at least not verbally as he slowly stalks over to you on the bed. His hand rises and reaches for your chin before smirking at you and turning your head forcefully until you were looking away, back down to the bed, just as he wanted.

You cry out at the sensation when you feel a single finger stroking along your dripping cunt, a featherlight touch that fuels the fire more than provides any relief.

"So wet," George says in a mildly adoring tone, perhaps the nicest compliment you were going to get tonight. His thumb begins stroking lightly over your swollen clit and you cry out, his thumb precisely catching the little hood of your clit- just the spot that drove you insane.

"Ready for your punishment little brat?" George asks, pulling his hand away.

You can't help but whine at the loss of sensation, hips flouncing as you fight to keep his fingers exactly where you needed. Suddenly, you cry out again, this time much louder as his palm lands a smack on your ass for the whine.

"That one was a tester," he warns, rubbing his palm across the newly hit skin. "Five from me, five from Freddie, sound fair little brat?"

"Please, please," you beg, no longer able to think clearly, hardly listening as you fight to keep your gaze fixed to the bed.

"Good girl," Fred cooes, moving to stand to your side. His cock is right there, inches away from your face just begging to be sucked and your mouth waters at the thought.

"Freddie goes first," George explains, moving away until he squats down in front of you, allowing you to look up at him. He places a kiss on your lips, dangerously slow and teasing, as if he's tempting you, spurring you on. He pulls away with a slightly pleased look and smirks. "I want you to count." He then looks up towards Fred and nods, making your cunt throb.

The first strike lands perfectly on your ass cheek, making you cry out. You count, just as George demanded, readying yourself for Fred's next spank. Fred's spanks are always softer than George's, with tender rubs in between. You count to five and breathe a sigh of relief, pleased with yourself that you'd made it through. George kisses your head as he moves to stand, cock bobbing as he switches places with his twin.

"You did so well sweetheart, so well," Fred says, leaning down to press a seductively sweet kiss on your lips that you never want to pull away from. "Just a little more and you can have my cock, okay sweet girl?"

The cry you give out when George's hand makes contact is louder than any you'd ever done, even though his spa king was much, much softer than normal. Most notably because instead of his hand making contact with your ass cheek as expected, it lands straight on your pussy.

You hear a dark chuckle from behind you as he watches you squirm as the impact.

"Thought I was going to make this easy Angel?" He says darkly. "Spread 'em wide."

The next one has you crying out again in sheer ecstasy, the tip of his fingers slightly catching your clit. You look into Fred's eyes as the hit lands and watch as he bites him own lip at the arousal of seeing you in ecstasy.

"Two," you stutter, losing yourself in the sensation.

The next one lands back on your tender ass cheek, the same one Fred had abused only moments before.

"Th-three," you splutter.

"So perfect," Fred coos next to you, "two more little princess."

Every nerve is burning within you, painfully aroused by their torment. The evidence of your arousal drips down your legs and onto the bed and you're entirely powerless to stop it. You need them, need relief so desperately.

"Please," you beg, looking into Fred's eyes and for a second you think you've got him until George lands his fourth blow, fingers landing on your pussy lips. You can almost hear his fingers making contact with your wetness, the sound of wet slapping echoing through the room.

"F-f," you say, taking a breath. "F-f...our."

"One more baby, so beautiful," Fred says encouragingly, his hands reaching out to stroke your forearms that rest on the bed, holding your weight but barely as your limbs begin to shake. Tears are brimming your eyes through the sheer overwhelm of it, something that Freddie notices almost immediately.

When George's hand strikes you one final time, you cry out in both shock and relief, his large hand managing to catch your red bum cheek and your puffy pussy lips all in one go.

You're broken, tears silently falling from your eyes abs body exhausted.

"Colour sweetheart?" Fred says delicately, stroking back your hair.

"Orange," you reply quietly, taking breaths you needed to steady yourself, confirming that you were okay to carry on but didn't want any more punishment.

"You did so well beautiful, such a good girl for us," Fred says delicately but you're not really listening, your attention is focused on the burning need you have to be filled and of his rather silent twin who hadn't given you any praise or instructions yet.

"Let us love you Angel," George says finally, moving beside his brother to look in awe at your tear stricken face. "You look beautiful," he says, his resolve softening as he looks upon your face.

The moment you feel Fred's cock enter you, you feel immediate relief. George's cock sits heavy on your tongue as you begin to such gratefully, trying to prove to him that you could be his good girl after all. The sex is electric, magnificent. It's a complete entanglement of bodies, so much so that you can hardly tell who is who as they manhandle you and bring you to an overwhelming climax over and over.

In the end, you're abundantly satisfied and exhausted, lying between your two loves who look just as broken as you. Fred deals with the aftercare, rubbing some soothing ointment into your sore backside whilst George holds you tightly into his chest, pressing kisses to your hair.

"You ready to eat, Angel?" George asks eventually as he throws on a shirt and his boxers whilst Fred opts to stay nude, always running naturally hot. You cringe slightly at his question, remembering how you got into this in the first place.

"What are we having?" Fred asks, sitting back down onto the bed next to you, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Lasagne," George replies.

Two things happen at once. Immediately you gag hard, throwing your hand up to your mouth to prevent throwing up on your bedroom carpet. You lurch away from Fred desperately, causing him to lose balance and fall off the edge of the bed but you can't stop to apologise as you run into the bathroom and empty your stomach directly into the toilet.

As soon as it had come on, it went. You flushed the toilet, washed your hands and brushed your teeth whilst frowning, wondering what the hell had just happened. You were fine two minutes ago, what had changed?

Until you remembered that you were having lasagne and garlic bread for tea and your stomach lurched again, roiling dangerously. The thought of the oily, strong smelling bread and saucy, slimy pasta had you fighting back another heave.

"Angel? We've got you a glass of water," George calls out through the door. You take a deep breathe, open the window to air it out a little and sheepishly open the door.

"I'm sorry," you say immediately, cringing at the thought of your dramatic exit. "Freddie, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it sweetness," he says with a smile, rubbing his sore coccyx with his hand. "Guess you're not the only one with a sore arse now."

"So you really didn't want the."

"Don't say it!" You say quickly, stopping George from finishing his sentence.

It's brief, a blink and you'll miss it sort of moment that if you didn't know your husbands as well as you did, their little twin quirks, you wouldn't have even seen it. They share a brief look, communicating between themselves wordlessly that is over in a flash, but you know it's meaningful.

Fred turns to you first, offering a softer glance than his twin as he steps forward to grab your hand. George disappears out of the room as Fred drags you willingly into the bathroom so you can bathe together, which you gladly welcome.

You're sat lazing in the bath between Fred's legs and resting your head back on his chest, camouflaged in a field of bubbles when George walks back in to the bathroom. You frown, noticing he was fully dressed, not in the boxers and T-shirt he'd thrown on after your escapades. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back, realising his dominant side had been shelved for now but you frown again when you see the little bag he's holding.

"Hear us out Angel," George says delicately, sitting on the side of the tub, unfazed by getting his clothes wet.

"Don't be mad okay?" Fred says, sitting up behind you, following your lead.

"You're pregnant," they say together.

You simply stare at them, confused and more than a little offended at the insinuation.

"Right because I throw up once and I've been a bit moody lately," you say with a slight roll of your eyes.

"Look sweetheart," Fred starts, "you've been a little... cranky the past few days, your appetites changed, your boobs are way bigger than normal, we just think it would be a good idea for you to take a test."

You look towards George who simply nods in agreement, a smile tugging at his face. You can tell he's trying not to get excited, the hope of what could be.

Under the hopeful gazes of your husbands, you relent, nodding slowly whilst you stare at the little box George has pulled out of the bag.

"Shoo, out!" You laugh, getting them to leave you alone to pee. You smack Fred's naked arse on the way out as you evict them, not listening to their muttering about how they'd seen you squirt, how is it different.

You take a deep breath and unbox the little contraption, looking it over in your hands before reading the instructions. You try your hardest not to get excited or hopeful but you fail miserably, could you actually be pregnant? It could hardly be a surprise, your two husbands both had a certain preference for cumming inside you without protection, but you had no idea that it might happen so soon after stopping your potion.

"3 minutes," you say, opening the door to let them in, both of them immediately walking over to the little stick that you'd flipped over. George had bought in a little egg timer and sets it on the side of the bath, twisting it round to the little plastic 3. Fred still hadn't covered up in the slightest and you had to laugh at him, looking between them at the fully dressed twin and the fully nude one.

"If it's not," George begins to say, looking deep into your eyes.

"Then there's always next time," Fred says, patting his brother on the shoulder, flashing your both a reassuring smile.

"Put some bloody clothes on," George chuckles, shoving his twins hand off him and you have to laugh at the interaction as Fred huffs, jogging off to put some boxers on.

When the timer goes off, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, secretly hoping that this could be it. You open your eyes when you feel two hands slipping into yours and entwining with your fingers, George on your left and Fred on your right. They both lean down to press a kiss to their side of your head before pulling their hands away to let you check the little stick.

Pregnant.

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[maristelina]

Amane Voice Drama Really Bad Translation

Please take my really bad translation with a truckload of salt. It's super incomplete. I was having troubles understanding what's going on because of my current anemia and uh episode. I wanted to share this because I want to see how close I got later when more competent people translates the Voice Drama.

Amane: We were disappointed in MILGRAM's judgement. We thought it could be a new world. You're quite something, always looking down on others from above. I'm pretty sure I told you not to be conceited. On top of that, you say something incomprehensible like not forgiving us.

How dare you say that. But we are magnanimous. Let's set aside time for dialogue with the warden once again. After all, our history is one that has been made through dialogue.

Es: Get to the point quickly. What's wrong, Amane? Don't think I can just overlook your drastically changed attitude and move on. It's the result of my judgment that you've become like this. The way you talk. You're like a completely different person at the moment. Everyone who is unforgiven is under the mental stress of hearing voices blaming their own sins. Is your change also due to that influence?

Amane: The ridiculous voices? Ah, we did indeed hear it. But, that's not a big deal because we have steadfast teachings. We have clear and sublime faith. No matter what is said from the outside, we won't be shaken.

Es: Faith. You're talking about the religion you believe in.

Amane: The power that Milgram possesses seems to be true. Have you also taken a peek at our faith?

Es: It was quite an abstract expression(??), but I judged that your killing of people was due to religious beliefs.

Amane: It's not murder; I simply administered punishment according to the doctrine.

Es: So you're saying it's not a sin.

Amane: Is faith a sin?

Es: Faith itself is free, and while many are non-religious, I understand that there are those who are saved by religion.

Amane: Is that so? Are the unforgiven prisoners lost? They might also need our faith.

Es: I'd rather you refrain from proselytizing within Milgram

Amane: Faith is free. Faith exists for the sake of those who are lost.

Es: We've gotten off-topic. So, what exactly are you now? You keep saying 'we,' does that mean you're not Amane Momose?

Amane: I am Momose Amane and yet not Momose Amane. I am a spokesperson for our faith. You said you won't forgive us. I think there's a need for dialogue and warning because you made a wrong judgment, so I am speaking as 'we.'

Es: So, in essence, I am speaking with the concept of your religion itself right now. Is that what you're saying?

Amane: You can think of it that way if you like. So, let's issue the warning again. Warden. Milgram made the decision not to forgive us.

Es: Ah, yes, that's correct.

Amane: As I said earlier, our actions are actions of faith???, and they don't amount to sin. Therefore, Milgram is wrong. People are getting killed in the prison. I understand that I'm breaking the law.

Es: As I said before, there are things more important than the law. This is Milgram. Such arbitrary rules cannot be accepted as a standard. Therefore, I won't forgive. That's all. Faith in religion is also free. However, your so-called doctrine cannot become the standard for overall sin.

Amane: Isn't Milgram trying to establish new standards precisely because foolish laws can't properly guide this world? Are you still bound by the law?

As a mere warden I have no way of knowing Milgram's philosophy. It's not because love is against the law. Your killing of people is not forgiven by Milgram. I simply made that judgment. The orders are to deny your doctrine.

Amane: If you don't change your mind, we can never forgive you either.

Es: What do you mean "we"? You make me laugh. What you're doing is simply murder. Whether you talk about it as a whole or sing it like a noble ideal, it's murder. Momose Amane. The one who killed was not "you all," it was you. Don't divert your eyes from your own actions by playing games.

Amane: I have a duty for God!

Es: So? What are you gonna do about it? / What would you do if that's the case?

Amane: I will never forgive you! I will definitely never forgive you!

Es: I'm saying that attacking me is pointless.

Amane: I will never forgive you!

Es: Weren't you taught that those scissors you got from the supply should not be directed at people?

Amane: According to the doctrine, the guards' insults towards us are fully subject to penalties. We won't forgive.

Es: It's poitnless, you might as well give up.

Amane: I won't forgive you! I won't forgive you!

Es: Attacks from prisoners to guards are not possible. It's Milgram's principle, but a certain multiple personality individual slipped through this rule. In other words, Milgram's prisoner classification focuses on the mind rather than the body, so if the mind is separate, the rule doesn't apply. It seems like they're struggling with a flawed rule.

Amane: I'll kill you! I will fucking kill you!

Es: Thanks to that flawed rule, it has been proven this way. The fact that you're wielding scissors now doesn't make you a god or a concept. You're just Amane, plain and simple. Quite literally, what you're doing is just a pretend game. It's trivial. This is what you wanted with Milgram, isn't it? A direct showdown.

Amane: SILENCE!

Es: What's wrong? Have you indeed desired to be treated like a child? In my opinion, the fact that you are a child is closely related to this matter. No matter what you assert, no matter how much you try to act mature, you are a child. It's an unchangeable fact.

Amane: You're also a child!

Es: I'm 15 years old, so in Puerto Rico and Haiti, I'm considered an adult. You're 12 years old, so you're a child in any country. You look frustrated.

Amane: I'M NOT A CHILD

Es: Either way is fine. Why? In the first place, there are two main reasons why children are given reduced sentences by law: the potential for rehabilitation and the influence of their environment, I believe. In this case, it's mainly the latter. As I mentioned before, early childhood is heavily impacted by parental upbringing, and the effects of the rearing environment are substantial. Children born into households that practice religion, for instance, grow up recognizing it as a rule of the world.

Amane: What are you trying to say?

Es: It's about how they feel that the doctrines of what is commonly known as a religion are everything in the world.

Amane: You are arguing against the idea that being underdeveloped due to being of a young age.

Es: Certainly, the ego was fully developed. However, because this ego was nurtured in a specialized environment isolated from society, the argument remains among us whether this is your sin or rather the sin of your parents' environment. Here, we assess the potential for rehabilitation, as I mentioned earlier.

Amane: W-well, what do you mean by "among us"? Isn't it me? Aren't we from the same country? The warden and I understand five years' worth. As for me being special, it's just that my environment is unique, and everyone else's is ordinary. There are people who have actually gone there. I've been told things like you're being deceived, it's not too late even now, or you're mentally unstable. They still treat me like a child after all. It's because I'm a child that they think I've been brainwashed. But that's not the case. Even I, as a child, understand everything. Please don't label people as unhappy. I'm fortunate to have been born to my parents. It's challenging, and sometimes it gets tight, but I'm happy to live under pure teachings. That's the path I want to take. I see, you all think it's brainwashing, don't you?

From my perspective, you all are also being brainwashed by the religion of mainstream values. Why do you blindly believe in it just because there are many people following it?

Es: I understand

Amane: It's only natural that those of us who haven't been acknowledged by society due to our small numbers would see the potential for a new world in Milgram.

Es: Yes, I understand well. That's why your doctrines aren't acknowledged. Teachings that affirm life are not permitted by my standards. Huh.

Amane: That is correct.

Es: Our judgement, huh? I'll take another look at your feelings. Next time, if you feel something even deeper there, I intend to accept it properly. It's like a direct showdown, isn't it? That's right.

Amane: If, in the end, you deny and don't forgive me or us, then at that time, I won't forgive you. No, that's not it. I won't forgive you. Evading responsibility for your actions through pretend play is the next line. Thanks, it's not just you. It's all of you. I said I won't forgive you. It's a direct showdown. You're not allowed to keep your hands clean.

Es: What are you talking about?

Amane: I suppose so. The warden refers to themselves as "you all." If it's you, then it's you.

Are you experiencing a headache? Are you alright, warden? Please stand up on your own. That's a trial given by God. It's a trial of pain/sickness. Escaping from it is the greatest evil according to our teachings. One of the Eight Principles, isn't it? It's not allowed for anyone, no matter who they are. People do tend to act that way. Like a devil among prisoners, trying to steal trials from others.

Kirisaki Shidou, his actions who is cutting and tearing, violating our taboos. I issued a warning. If they continue, I might have to intervene. Is it perhaps already too late?

Es: Shut up.

Amane: Resorting to violence, how childish

Es: Silence. I am the one who makes the rules here.

Amane: What sets us apart from you?

Es: I told you to shut up didn't I? Listen to what I say.

Amane: If the world you create is attractive to me, or perhaps.

Es: Prisoner #8, Sing your sins!

#milgramtranslations #milgram translation #milgram #momose amane #voice drama

[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 12

And that's all she wrote friends! And how she wrote it was...weird? The show definitely pulled some punches at the end there, trying to thread a needle and ending instead in a kind of wishy-washy damp squib. The couples landed up right, but in the wrong way? Guu mai chorp. But these hoes still need their final sorting. Nick led the pack going into the finale, will he end up on top at the end? Only the mains this week in my final rankings, but first...

⭐A1. FUCKIN' MIX!

Then…can I be your friend too?

I'm sorry I can't hear y'all over my screams at the MESS Minx Mix looks set to cause. That man is too pretty to be allowed in public. I WANT IT JOJO, I WANT IT NOW!

🔻🔻🔻Z∞. Boeing (8)

I just happen to want something strong tonight.

In the end, Boeing is just a lonelyboy like all the rest of them, which is fine, but he also just...disappears after the Ray/Mew Voltron vanquishes him and he gets a consolation makeout from Boston, which is not. Anyway, Mond is a good actor, also he's hot and got to kiss a bunch of boys, so winning.

Top tier show sidepieces: Yo, Plug, Summer, Freddie Mercury 2, Sand's Mom, Ray's Dad, Daddy Dan, April, Mew's Moms (barely)

These characters were mostly on the side of the angels, and I thank them for their service.

Bottom bitches: Cheum, Atom, Gap

Yeah they apologised, but fuck em.

Onto our main six!

🔺1. Boston (2)

I'm friendless.

In the end, Boston's at the top of my mains pile, because MY MANS DESERVED BETTER. Not in terms of Nick, I think that actually ended the absolute best way: Boston made his case, Nick made his decision, and they parted more or less as friends (and I loved absolutely every conversation those two had in this episode). No I mean in terms of his shitty friends, especially MEW. Cheum at least apologised, even if perfunctorily, and he apologised for sleeping with Atom (yeah, he really shouldn't have done that). He and Ray let the water wash under their particular bridge, and seem set to be cool. They never really had much in the way of beef to be fair. But Mew...actually you know what, good. Some people you don't need to be friends with, especially people who are gonna judge you and try to make you feel shitty about yourself. The narrative leaves Boston literally alone at the end though, legit the last time we see him is sitting on the curb with tears in his eyes as Nick walks away. Thanks, I hate it. I hope New York is better to Boston, and I hope he continues to learn and grow and tackle those impulse control problems.

🔻2. Nick (1)

You should go back to living a fun and sassy life that you prefer instead of trying to please a daydreaming guy like me.

YOU COULD HAVE ACCEPTED THE GODDAMN PHOTO NICKYBOY. I mean I get why not, but justice for my mans. Anyway, Nick's legit my second fave main here, as he grapples with the in-your-face realities of Boston's separation of love and sex, and decides he can't handle it. And that's good, that he loves Boston enough not to judge him, and loves himself enough not to put himself through something he knows he doesn't want. Every single choice and every conversation these two have had since Nick apologised has been nothing less than stellar, and that's because Nick took accountability and chose honesty. Well done baby boy.

🔺3. Sand (5)

You're right. When I love someone, I become a dog. But at least my owner loves me.

Pathetic to the very end, consistency thy name is Sand. He could have at least thrown his bussy into that threesome, but nooooooo, he got jealous IN TWO DIRECTIONS AT ONCE 🤣. He's fine with both boys slangin the dick his way, but calls a halt when they leave him out? Sir that's when you stand back and admire. Sand's pick-me ass ain't never gonna be my absolute fave, but his self-awareness and humiliation kink work together to be kind of endearing in a guileless sort of way, and at least he's learned to take the money if he's going to accept the ownership. It's sweet in a weird kink way. Also, his and Nick's loser friendship pushes him several points higher up the scale. There's growth and acceptance there, and he's 21 so I'll let him have it.

🔺4. Ray (7)

You still love him so I dragged him here for you. But I wanted to join just a little.

Well when he's not drunk night and day Ray's still a rich asshole, but he's a ton more fun. I love that he knows the kids at community service don't like him🤣. I spot rehab therapy working on him a bit. That threesome set up was WILD, and I personally had a good time with it, but it's probably best that it led to talking rather than fucking. Ray's got a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG way to go, but at least he treats Boston like a human being (I AM SO BITTER AND I'M NOT GETTING OVER IT). He's never gonna clock Mew's shittiness (BITTERNESS ACCELERATING) but you win some, you lose some. By the way sir, don't listen to Sand, he absolutely will be your sugar baby if you beg a little.

🔻5. Top (4)

Because I have you, everything is fine.

Top's smugness was the single most genuine thing about him, so I actually quite enjoyed watching him be a smug motherfucker this ep as he gets everything he thinks he wants. You know what I enjoyed more though? Watching his soul leave his body when Minx!Mix walked into the hostel and laser-targeted Mew. Mew putting Top through hell is legit my favourite flavour of their weird little fucked up relationship, and I'm sorry I won't get to see Mew eventually fall for Mix (you KNOW he wants to top somebody, YOU KNOW IT) and Top cry about it while he screws a bellboy in a service closet.

🔹6. Mew (6)

Are you about to say "But you're my last, Mew"? If so, I'm going to go puke in the bathroom.

OK, that line was funny, but jeez what a prig. What a sanctimonious nag. What a judgy little hypocrite. In his own conception he 'won' but Mew's the biggest loser in my heart. No he didn't have to forgive Boston, but come on, he could've kept it cute OR kept it moving full speed instead of the fake nicey nicey only to stick the knife in after. It's good that he walks away from Boston in the end, because with friends like Mew you don't need enemies. He makes Ray worse. And he and Cheum form the feedback loop from hell. Bookie sold the fuck out of this character, I have nothing but praise for him, but Mew is the living worst. I won't mention the character he reminds me most of in all of fiction, but if you're a certain age and you think about it a little, you can probably guess.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

[flowerisevil]

I need a part 2 of "Unblessed" with her pregnant (with twins preferably) and rubbing them all in the face, please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Unblessed pt 2

part one

a/n: this is short... I ran out of ideas sorry

warnings: childbirth, mention of bloods, cursing (pls tell me if i miss anything)

The sound of your screamed and groans filled the whole castle even the birds are terrified of your screams.

"Daemon!" the whole family flinched as they heard your scream again and dropped their eyes to your husband, who's looking down at his feet while shaking in fear.

He didn't want to see your state right now, he's scared it's your first time experiencing a labour and he's scared what could happen to you.

"Brother, don't you want to accompany your wife?" Viserys asked him but even before he can answer the door opened revealing the Maester in charge for your delivery, he stood up as he saw the man.

"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be beside of my wife!" he shouted and grabbed the man's collar, his niece and guards stopped him and helped to pull your husband away from the Maester.

"My prince...." he said while catching his breath."You're lady wife asked for your presence" he continued.

And there everyone looked at him waiting for his answer, he can't see you like that judging by your screams he knows your pregnancy is not going well.

"Brother you have to be by her side" Viserys said and stroking the blade of his shoulder.

"He needs you Daemon" Rhaenyra joined.

Daemon gulped before nodding and walked with the Maester to see you, the man was explaining something about your delivery but he wasn't listening his mind flying away, he's scared of what he might see once the Maester opened the door.

And then there he is standing in front of the room you're giving birth, your screams became louder making him back out.

"I can't.." he weakly said.

He can hear through your screams how painful you felt, he doesn't want to see you in pain it was his weakness.

"Daemon! Please!" you shouted from inside, tears covered your whole face. Where is your husband?

Your head turned when the doors opened revealing the maesters, you looked for your husband but you didn't see him.

"Where is he?" you asked.

"Princess your husband doesn't want to-"

You both looker at the door when it slammed opened and saw Rhaenyra holding your husband's collar as she pushed him inside the room before leaving without dropping any word.

(Minutes ago)

Daemon finally told the maesters that he doesn't wanna see your state and decided to stepped back, while walking back to your shared chamber he saw his niece pacing towards him.

"What are you doing here? you're supposed to be with her!" she scolded him.

"I can't see her in that state Rhaenyra! Covered in blood while pushing out a whole human out of her" he reasoned,

"You saw way worse uncle, you beheaded thousand of men and cut their dicks off and now you're chickening out? You're going inside whether you like it or not" She told him and immediately grabbed his collar dragging him back to the room where he stand earlier.

She knows how it felt giving birth for the first time, Laenor wasn't on her side the time she was giving birth also Harwin who's the real father of her children wasn't there and she knows the fear that's coating you now.

"pull your shits together" she spat

Rhaenyra opened the door before pushing him inside and closing the door again leaving him there.

And there he looked at you, laying on the blooded sheet mattress. His heart dropped as he saw your state your upper body and face covered in mix of sweat and your tears and your lower part body that's shaking and covered in red.

He instantly run to you and grabbed your hand.

"D-Don't leave please..." you begged, you sound so tired.

"I'm not my love I'm sorry if I took longer before being here" he apologized and you just smiles and grip on his arms for support, you understand him.

Few more push before you finally released the babe inside you.

"A girl, your grace!" the Maester declared, he gave the babe to one of the wet nurse, you tried to stood up but felt your stomach hurting again making you fell back to your bed.

"Another one is coming!"

"Princess push!" The maester said and pushed your thighs wider.

"Push princess! one more push!"

"I'm pushing you fucking cunt! what the fuck do you think I'm doing!?" you scolded at the old man.

Daemon stroke your hair and kisses your forehead as he whispered positive things on your ear, more push happened before another one came out.

"A boy, my prince"

Daemon looked at you and hugged a small smile on his lips, "My strong girl, you did a great job" he said and planted a kiss to the bridge of your nose, you tell him that you were tired, he was about to help you to your chambers but he stopped you.

"No stay here, look after our children" Daemon nodded as four guards helped you to your bed.

He looked at the two little babes in front of him, the wet nurses gave them to him, he softly held it in his arms. Two babes, two little you, he smiled at the thought of two little you he had hoped they'll have your eyes and thank gods they did.

"My little dragons..."

Daemon couldn't ask for more, the gods is still good to him for giving him not one but two babes.

"We're gonna make your mother happy hm?" he told them like they would answer and placed a kiss to their foreheads.

#hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryan #fanfic #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader

[dinkydonky]

A cheerful hymn

"Jareth X reader who sings under her breath while working or out loud if she thinks she’s alone, and Jareth hearing her for the first time"

I'm making this one gender neutral just so everyone can read!! Also Y/N is a writer hehe

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I sat alone in my room tapping my pencil on my desk trying to come up with a good concept for my next novella. I write these small books for the goblins, as I'm quite fond of them and they need a break or two every now and then to do things on their own. But now, I've hit a wall in my mind. I just can't seem to create a solid plot anymore. I started to hum a small tune out of boredom just to fill the silence. It slowly turned into a little song after a while. I sang quietly, under my breath so Jareth couldn't hear from his throne room. I was embarrassed of my voice. His was so gorgeous I didn't want him to judge me.

"Y/N?" Jareth said as he walked into my room. I was startled because I was rather lost in thought when he suddenly walked in. Luckily I stopped singing before he could hear.

"Sorry, uh... You startled me a little, what is it, honey?" I asked.

"I just wanted to come in and say hi. You look tired, need a break?" He replied. God, he was so sweet.

Looking back at my blank paper I've been staring at for the past hour, I decided he was right.

"I suppose I do need a break. I'm not getting any writing done." I sigh as I get up out of my chair and take Jareth's cold and slender hand.

-- time skip --

I whistled as I organized all of my pens and pencils which were skattered across my pale white desk. Jareth was out running errands so it was just me in our castle. As I cleared my desk, I started to sing a little tune I had written for one of my books. It was a cheerful little hymn and I sung it louder and louder without even noticing.

I continued singing when I heard a soft knock on the door. I abruptly stopped and opened the door. It was Jareth.

"I heard you singing." He purred. He flashed you a smile before hugging you closely.

"Oh, lord I'm sorry you had to hear that... I'm certain I was off key or something." You blushed.

Jareth broke the hug briefly and held your shoulders, looking you right in the eyes. "Now what do you mean? That was a stunning little song you were singing. Why don't you ever share your talents with me?"

"Well, you know, your voice is just so beautiful and well, compared to yo-"

He shushed you.

"Don't talk like that, star. Your singing voice is just as magical as mine. I would love to sing with you. Whenever you like. Now, don't be shy, finish your number."

~~

The end!!

Please give me more requests I'd love to answer them 🩷🩷

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king x reader

[theshimadaslovers]

(IBA - INSPIRED BY ART)

BAD GIRL

(HANZO X YOU!FEMREADER)

Summary: Party + you = drunk asf, but you boyfriend is there to take care of you :D Enjoy this random context!

Cass- Hanzo! *in the background* Hanzoooo!

Hanzo- ?? *Looking around holding drink* Is that Cassidy?

Cass- Dude! *running to him and laughing* Yo! Y/n is so fuckin' drunk! She enter the pool!

Hanzo- She did what?!

Cass- She jumped in the pool! With clothes and everything!

Hanzo- She can't swim while drunk! *give his drink to someone random and ran* Where's the pool?!

*Get to the pool and saw you trying to swin to the edge while laughing ou loud*

Hanzo- Y/N! *Take off his jacket and shirt jumping in the pool* GET OUT OF THE POOL!!

You- I'm drowning! *laughing and he hold your waist pulling to him* Oooh...Romantic~

Hanzo- Why did you do that?!

You- Is hooot~

Hanzo- Not the pool! Just NOT the pool!

You- You want me to do what? Take off my clothes? I can do that...*starting to pull your shirt and he just hold your wrist* What?

Hanzo- Get. Out. Of. That. Pool... *he looked at your seriously*

*Later, you both were inside the house sitting in a table, you were wrapped in towel, still wet*

You- Hey! I want more whiskey... *raising the cup*

Hanzo- *take the cup out of your hand* Enough!

You- Whyy??~~

Hanzo- You're drunk already! Enough of drinks tonight!

You- You're not my dad!

Hanzo- I'm glad that I'm not! *sighs and you just lie on the table* Are you sleeping now?

You- I'm angry with you! You don't let me have fun!

Hanzo- *deep breath* I need to watch over you! I'm the one taking you home! You almost drowned and I looked away only for 4 minutes to talk with Genji! *no answers* Ok! Let's play something, shall we?

You- *look at him* A game?~ *smiles* The dart! *you stand up almost with no balance grabbing the darts on the wall and running back all happy* Hihihi! If I win! I get another drink!

Hanzo- *laughs and stands up* If I win... *serious* we go home.

You- Fine! I can do that!

Hanzo- I doubt that, you're drunk *smirk* You can barely see the center!

You- Haha! In your dreams! *hiccup*

Hanzo- Ok, I'll show how right I am! *go in front of the target putting his hand in the center* See?

You- *laughs* You're going to hurt yourself, idiot...

Hanzo- Go ahead, I'm confident enough to know that yo- *felt something hit the palm of his hand* .... you're joking, right?

You- *surprised* I... I wasn't aiming at your hand...oh God! Is bleeding!

Hanzo- *look at the dart on his hand* Right... it hurts.

You- I'm so sorry! *run to him and grab his hand* I'll take it off!

Hanzo- Wait wait wai-!! *take it off* Ouch...!

You- There we go! *smile worried* Can you move your hand?

Hanzo- Yeah... let's go home.

You- Waaait... I won.

Hanzo- Baby, no! No more drinks.

You- That was the rule!

Hanzo- You're going to vomit and you're going to cry because you hate vomiting! Let's go...? *sees you going get another drink* Wha-?! Y/n! *you open a bottle of vodka* Don't! Don't you drink from the bottle...!

You- After that, we go home~

*cut to a scene of him holding your hair while vomiting outside of the party, he only sighed*

Hanzo- You're done?

You-...*stands up starting to cry* I hate thaaaat!

Hanzo- Yep, you do...*fixing your hair* Let's go ho- *you bent over vomiting again and he holds your hair* Come on, baby...! Argh!

*cut scene at you sleeping in the back sit of the car while he drives*

Hanzo- *look at you from the mirror* You bad girl...*sighs and smirk* You're lucky to have me around.

*arriving at the apartment, he picked you up like a bride locking the car, go to the elevator calling and he waits taking a deep breath. The elevator door opens and two old ladies was standing there judging the situation right away*

Hanzo- *surprised and entering the elevator* Ah... could you press the floor 5, please, ma'am?

Ma'am- *look at him up and down then to you* You're taking a young girl to your apartment...

Hanzo- She's my drunk girlfriend, ma'am...*sighs* Please, she needs to rest.

Ma'am- How can I trust you?

Hanzo- Oh my God, ma'am, I live here have at least 5 years!

Ma'am- Mm...Oooh! *surprised* I remember you! You're my daughter's crush!

Hanzo- ...Right.

Ma'am- You're really handsome! Sad that you have a drunk girlfriend, that's very problematic.

Hanzo- *struggling to press the bottom* Is not...! *press it and sighs in relief*

Ma'am- You should meet my daughter, she would be a great wife! *happy* She's your neighbor, she dosen't drink or smoke, is a perfect lady! She would love to hang out with you someday, she never dated before.

Hanzo- Yeah, I see the reason why... *get to the floor and the door opens* Nice to meet you, ma'am *walks out*

*He gets in the house putting you to bed, he takes a long shower and the moment he steps out the bathroom wearing only his soft pants, he heard the doorbell*

Hanzo- Come on...! *throw the towel in the couch answering the door, it was...his neighbor* ...Can I help you?

Emily- Hi, I'm Emily! I came to apologize for my mother today.

Hanzo- Oh yeah, sure, is ok *sighs*

Emily- Do you have a minute to talk? *she looked at him a little too flirty*

Hanzo- Actually I'm really tired right now...maybe another time, good night *try to close the door, but she holds*

Emily- Wait! I really want to apologize!

Hanzo- ... *processing* What? I'm ok with this, really!

Emily- Is your girlfriend still there?

Hanzo- Yes! She practically lives with me! *impatient*

Emily- I mean...she still drunk?

Hanzo- I don't know and I don't care what do you want, but, good night! *she hold the door again* What?!

Emily- Hanzo Shimada! I need you! *she fell in his chest whining* Please! I need a man like you!

Hanzo- Is not me! Get out! *trying to push her* BAAABY!

*In a second...you were standing behind Hanzo watching Emily grabbing him, she noticed stepping away from Hanzo*

Emily- Oh...! You were awake! *laughs nervously* Hi!

You- *look at her up and down* ... Get. The. Fuck. Out.

Emily- I was...! Only...I mean! I! *nervous and you start to push her out of the apartment* Wait! I can explain! *she turns around trying to speak but you immediately shut the door*

You- *look at Hanzo*...

Hanzo- She came here because of her mother! *scared*

You- I need... medicine.

Hanzo- Headache?

You- Yeah and come lay down with me... *going back to the room*

Hanzo- ...*smirk* Are you regret it?

You- I don't wanna talk about it!

Hanzo- *laughs* I'll get the pills.

He's just adorable :)

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you

[thecameronchronicles]

Homeroom

TW: semi-public fingering and palming. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: The fact Rafe can't keep his fingers to himself brings you to reciprocate against him…

WORD COUNT: 1300

*Requested*

Homeroom

The second you felt his fingers brush your knee, you were well aware of his intentions. And yet, despite the fact your mind pulled at you to correct him and focus on the lesson at hand, you would contradict your morals by opening your legs wider for him. 

"Good girl…" He whispered into your ear as your eyes rolled for his words, your body shifting in the uncomfortable stiffness necessary to keep from being revealed to peers or the mentor now turned towards the class in a continuation of his lesson. 

"So wet I don't even have to suck on my fingers…" You offered a silent nod to counter the need to moan in approval while he pushed against your clothed clit, well aware just how desperate you were for his touch. The excitement of the moment only intensified by just how brazen he had been while also testing detection.

"Do you think he knows you aren't paying attention to anything but my fingers? Rubbing against you…making you desperate?" He asked against your ear. 

"Mister Cameron? Is there something you want to share with the class?" He shot a mischievous smile, not faltering his motions for even a second, as he apologized, before returning his focus to you.

"Better behave, pet…." He called you this for the fact he saw you as innocent as you were. Perfect grades and an even more pristine reputation that he basked in knowing only he had tainted-even more more with how willing you were to let him. At any kook party, when he slipped into your room when you were supposed to be sleeping, in the library when you should have been studying, and now, in biology with his fingers curled between your thighs with his thumb in slow motions to your clit. 

You bowed your head and leaned against your hand to try and conceal your expressions as the rush of pleasure was almost too much. It would have consumed you completely if not for the way he'd edged you and repeated this climb and descent. 

"Rafe…" You whimpered as he moved back to your ear. 

"I want you to leave yourself on that stool…So fucking hot to know that I made you come right here…"

"Then let me…" You commanded in your counter as he quickened the motions of his thumb and left his fingers in that bend for pressure as you turned towards him but still remained unnoticed by the majority. For those who noticed, they'd blush and turn away or simply judge you silently, but you didn't care, all you wanted was the release closing in on you. And without being edged this time, you would finally be granted it. The sound of a pencil snapping in your fingers had caused your peers to look at you with curiosity as Rafe smiled with pride. 

When everyone resumed back to the white board, he took his fingers between his lips. 

"My pet's so sweet. Mmm…" He moaned as your eyes lowered in fatigue. You would wait a handful of minutes for recovery before your hand inched up his leg. 

"You wanna be bad for me, baby?" He asked as you nodded. 

"Gonna let me finish in your hand?" You nodded as you leaned in to him. 

"This time…" You teased back as he wrapped an unkind grip around your wrist. 

"You're gonna be so fucking sore once I get you alone…" 

"How are you gonna do that when I make you come so hard you won't have anything left?" And this is why he adores you. Angelic features always prepared for such devilish words, all of which made him willing to please you by any means. In public. In private. Any hour of the day or night. And you relished in it. 

"Jesus christ-"

"And how religion affects our lesson, Mister Cameron?" He was asked as his expression came out louder than he anticipated. His cheeks blushed as your expression widened in pride as you slowed your fingers but not the pressure, teasing the slit of his cock as you could feel it cry for you. 

"You keep this shit up and I'll take you on my lap-"

"Oh? And what would your dad think when you have to explain why you got suspended for fucking me in the middle or class?" You spoke carefully to ensure you weren't overheard by anyone. 

"Think I'm joking?"

"I'm still just sitting here, making you desperate to cry out for me…my hand against your hard-" With your wrist in one hand and his textbook concealing his cock, he pulled you from the classroom and into the bathroom that suddenly seemed too far away. Careless to lock the door, he had you against the counter, facing the mirror. 

"Let me see what's mine…" He spoke while lifting your skirt and rubbing your ass interrupted with that lace, soaked from your previous release. 

"You know the deal…If I make 'em wet, they're mine…" You nodded, allowing him to pull them from your hips before they fell to your ankles. He lowered to retrieve them as you bent yourself over the sink for him, until he pulled you back against him. 

"Aren't you all mine?" You nodded. 

"I said…show me what's mine…" Your eyes remained to his as you looked towards the direction of the door before disregarding it and refocusing on him as the buttons of your blouse came loose. 

"I love you in this fucking uniform. But I love fucking you out of it…" He growled into your ear as you were now left in only your bra. 

"That's my pet…" You nodded, his hand around your throat as your fingers traced his forearm and came to a grip around his wrist. His secondary hand brought his grip to your breasts as he basked in how your face altered in pleasure before him. 

"I could make you come just by doing this, couldn't I?" You nodded as he tessed your nipples, making you moan as he suddenly turned you to face him. 

"Maybe next time…Right now, I need to he inside of you-" 

You nodded as you were lifted onto the counter and whipped you around him before feeling his cock's expected penetrstion. Crying out for him, he held your mouth in a grip before taking you against his lips. 

"You feel so good baby, letting me fuck you in public…needing my cock so badly, and you're only bad for me…" And nodded to each of his phrases as he quickened into you. 

"So fucking perfect for me…So goddamn tight and wet-"

"Rafe!" 

"Gonna come again? Already?"

"You feel so good!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah…." You breathed deeply as he smirked. 

"Then tell me what I wanna hear baby…"

"Nobody fucks me like you, Rafe…you're all I need-" He pulled your hair back and kissed down your throat before rising back to your lips. 

"You know what good girls get?" You nodded. 

"Then tell me…" He added. 

"To come."

"That's right. And you've been a good girl for me, haven't you? Bad in all the good ways?" You nodded. 

"So come for me…come on then…" He almost patronized as your fingers ate into his arms as you wrapped him around you. 

"With me…come with me…" He nodded, pulling you tightly before your tremors set his own in motion. 

"Fuck, pet…" 

"Shit…" You gasped as he withdrew from you, his cock wearing your release as be motioned. 

"You know what to do…" And so, you moved onto your knees, cleaning him of both of your excess before he turned you back towards the mirror. 

"My dirty little girl’s so good for them but always always bad for me, right?"

"For you, Rafe…"

"Good. Now get back to class and be the good little teacher's pet you are…While I think of how to make you come next…"

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[shadowstorm102]

Asmo's Love

A/N: Okay, this is my first writing, so don't judge lol. This is about Asmo giving an insecure MC a makeover which helps them become more confident in themselves. I have a headcanon that even though his "lust power" doesn't work on you, he has another way to 'influence' you. Such as, he can say something over and over, which will make MC believe it. (It can be used for good and bad). Also as a side note, MC will be gender-neutral.

"Asmoo" You cried out. "Give me back my mirror!

"No, darling." He teased. "You need to stop looking at yourself that much."

"I seriously can not believe that the avatar of fucking lust is telling me not to look at myself?!" You exclaimed. A look of pure bewilderment and frustration painted your face.

Asmo sighed and handed back your mirror. He leaned towards you and whispered in your ear, "You know how much I love you being confident about yourself. But, you and I both know that confidence isn't the emotion you're feeling when you look into that mirror."

You gulped and turned towards him. "W-what do you mean by that? I'm the m-most confident person you've ever seen!"

He raised one meticulously perfect eyebrow. "Dear, is lying going to get you anywhere right now?" He stared into your eyes and even though his 'power' never worked on you, you could feel yourself being pulled in.

"No," you sighed. "I don't feel confident. I don't know, okay? For the past few months, I just feel ... as if I'm not enough. That I don't have anything to be proud about."

Asmo's eyes softened at your words. He wanted to help you but you weren't like other demons or humans he had met. You were different from the very first day. He remembered when he asked you to stare into his eyes and when you reluctantly did, nothing changed. You were just confused, not lusting over him like everyone else had. However, he was able to figure out that he did have an effect on you. Just not in the normal way.

"Y/n, do you want me to give you a makeover?" He hesitantly asked. He usually gave makeovers to those he knew he wouldn't see ever again. Perhaps, one night stands or someone who just finished their crying session. But, this wasn't the time for all of that. He had to help you somehow.

You blinked in confusion before you realized his words. Your eyes widened and you sputtered, "R-really? You want to do o-one of your makeovers for me?"

Asmo softly smiled at your awkwardness and gave you an embrace. He combed his fingers through your hair slowly, untangling any kinks that were there. "Yes, love. I've never done it with a romantic partner before. But, I want to do it with you. I want to show you my love.

You looked up at him and pecked him on his lips. "I'm glad you want to do this."

Grinning, he took your hand and guided you to his dressing room. Sitting in front of the mirror, you immediately notice the non-existent flaws that chipped of a piece of your self-esteem each time. You look ugly. You look stupid. I can't believe you have such a big nose. Oh, those dead looking eyes of yours. No wonder nobody wanted yo-

Asmo picked up on the small frown that painted your pretty features. "Y/n, can you please turn around? I don't want you looking at the mirror until I'm done. You're fine with that, right?" He asked.

His voice broke the train of painful thoughts that was swirling around in your brain. You gulped and spun the chair around. He walked behind you and played with a wisp of your hair. "Turn me into something t-that's worth looking at, A-asmo." Your voice broke as you stuttered out the agonizing words. He immediately moved towards you and pulled you into a hug. Your tense body relaxed in his arms as a sob erupts from your throat.

For the past few months, you've despised your body more than usual. You had held all the pain in, not letting it crack through your cheerful facade. But all you needed was an embrace from your lover to let your river of emotions flood. "I-I'm s-s-sorry f-for crying, I d-don't know w-w-why I'm l-like this," You sobbed. "I'm so sorry for being so emotional a-and being s-so stupi-"

Asmo's soft lips abruptly cut off your words. He held your face gently as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever seen. Tears streamed down your face as he kissed you with as much love as he could. Seconds later, he pulled back and wiped the tears from your face. "Darling," He whispered. "I'll say this over and over. I love you for who you are. I love your body and I love the things you do. The tiny things that you do make my day. I wholeheartedly thank fate for making you come here. You know, before you came here, I was just an empty shell. You gave my entire existence a purpose."

He looked lovingly into your eyes and you could feel yourself becoming a bit calmer and happier.

"You are the most important person in my life. Y/n, believe me when I say this. You are the most beautiful human I've ever met. Inside and most definitely outside. And don't even think about refusing that." He bopped your nose. "I don't think the avatar of lust would lie about something like this." He joked.

Even though tears still rolled down your cheeks, inside you, you could feel his words affecting you. You could feel the way it brought warmth in your heart. After several years of hatred for yourself, you could feel yourself accepting his words a bit. It didn't completely change how you felt but the feeling of acceptance was one you hadn't felt in so long. You yearned for it. "A-asmo, can you keep saying those words when you give me your makeover? I w-want to hear them again." You asked shyly.

Asmo immediately agreed to your request. He gave several compliments while he worked on your hair. "Your hair is so beautiful, love. It's so healthy that even I'm jealous." You giggled. "I'm serious, you must tell me what products you used."

"I don't really do much." You admitted. "I just wash it two times per week to make sure it doesn't become greasy."

He gasped dramatically. "Surely, you use some sort of magical concotion to maintain this?"

"Nope," You shook your head. "I'm not lying. That's all I do."

"I've never seen such a beautiful mane of hair before." He gushed. You could feel your joy rising at his sweet words. How did you end up with such a wonderful man like Asmo? His words made you feel like you were the luckiest person in the world.

A few minutes of silence passed until he said that he was done with the makeover. "Now, y/n, this makeover is a bit different from my others." He said. "Take a look into the mirror and tell me if you like it." You hesitantly turned around and gazed at the person looking back at you. All Asmo had done was accentuate the curls in your hair but you looked so different. In an amazing way. You looked good. For the first time, you didn't turn away in disgust nor did you feel sadness. You felt content. You turned back to him and gave him a hug.

"I love you, Asmo. I love you so much. I'm so glad I have you in my life." You gazed into his loving eyes.

"I love you too, baby."

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[moonlit-positivity]

Tips for someone just starting out their mental health journey

So you've decided to take on the beast within. You courageous, bold, empowered human being, first of all congratulations 🎉 I'm so proud of you.

Lots of things bring us to this point in our lives, but I've always believed that mental health should be a journey of self exploration. You're taking the first steps to making your life a little better than it was before, regardless of how you got here. You're a goddamn warrior. I love this for you so much.

So please heed these words of caution before you begin your journey:

Your safety should take the main priority at all times. There can be such a thing as retraumatizing yourself with how much info you try to take in all at once.

If you're eager to learn, eager to change, in desperate need of a way out, escaping an abusive situation, or just generally curious about what the heck is going on in ur brain and how you can "fix" it, then here are some things you might want to be aware of before diving head first into those uncharted seas.

1. Pause. Take a deep breath. You will be okay.

The very first thing you need to know. Please. You will send yourself into a whole flood of massive spiraling panic attacks if you do not take it slow and take it easy.

Breathe. Deeply. Deep breaths. They do recommend this for a reason. You might think it's bullshit but breathing is going to help. So just breathe.

2. Baby steps

Please do not try to consume all there is to know all at once. You will absolutely spiral into a panic attack and it will traumatize you. You're trying to build Rome in a day if you do it like that. It's just not fuckin possible.

If you're doing therapy once a week, that is already enough. Build it up gradually over time. When you feel stronger and ready to dig deeper, maybe consider setting aside a personal space specifically for healing & reflection time.

But you don't need to do it all at once and you don't need to do it right the fuck now either. Take your time.

3. Just think about it

You don't have to do anything. You don't have to do anything right now. You don't have to do it all at once. You don't have to get up and make an immediate change. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.

Just think about it.

No matter what you read online, no matter what you say in therapy, no matter what your therapist or social media will recommend you do, You don't need to make any sudden decisions. You don't need to make any sudden and scary changes right now.

Just give yourself time to think about it.

4. This isn't your fault

You may come across some information that is going to be eye opening for you at some point. And it may make you feel guilty, ashamed, and deeply gutted because you genuinely had no idea that this is what was happening in your life. You will feel so ashamed for not knowing or understanding. So please listen to me, you brave courageous and strong human being. This is not your fault.

How could you have known? If this is the first time you've ever heard it? How could you have known? Please do not let it sit on your heart. You are not a bad person. You've just been through some bad things. You don't deserve to be judged for that.

5. This is a lifelong process

So please get ready for the long haul. Please don't go into this experience expecting immediate results by July, thats just not how this works. And please don't go in expecting to "fix" yourself or "unbreak" your habits.

You are not a fuckin robot. You're a human being. You need time and patience and understanding to do this type of work with. That in itself is a skill you will have to learn. Go back to step one and breathe it out.

6. Take what you like and leave what you don't

You're gonna be exposed to a lot of new things. New concepts, new mental health bullshit, discourse, nuances, spirituality, I mean. Stuff is gonna be coming at you from all angles all the frickin time.

Take what you like. But learn how to leave what you hate behind. You don't have to force yourself into someone else's ideologies if you don't agree. You're allowed to disagree. You're allowed to make your own definitions, your own decisions, your own way. You're allowed to make it your own.

There are no rules to how you approach this. Do it your way.

7. Don't force it, walk away

You don't have to talk about it. You don't have to sit with it. You don't have to force your way through. This is gonna traumatize the fuck out of you.

Please learn how to say, "I'm not ready for that yet." Honor your timeline. Honor your autonomy, your right to choose and your right to stop and quit when you're overwhelmed.

This isn't just for therapy. This is also for when you're spiraling and having panic attacks.

"I'm not ready for that yet" means "I need a break from this."

8. Take breaks often

You cannot be doing this stuff 24/7. It will ruin you. Keep in touch with your hobbies, your interests, your comforts, and the things that get you out of your head. Try really hard to not let yourself be consumed by your grief.

Even if it's just for 5 minutes. Take a break. Do something else. Please. Just 5 measly minutes of fun. Please. I'm begging you.

9. Be kind to yourself

If someone you loved was sick, would you call them a lazy fuck? I hope not. Dont do it to yourself either. You're allowed to be nice. Find your manners.

10. Slow it down. Take it slow. Breathe

I keep saying that for a reason, yanno?

Slow it down. Take it slow. Baby steps. You will figure it out.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Take care of yourself. You can do this, but more importantly, you can do this in a way that won't overwhelm you or make it worse. You deserve that type of care and God knows I wish someone had told me this before I started therapy.

Be brave, courageous human. You can do it 🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

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[rzyraffek]

I got infected with Gage brainrot and I have only hearcanons with him in my head right now so prepare. Today's idea is Sole with no social skills. Requests open

Gage with Sole who has no social skills

Sole is a great fighter, really they are awesome, but as quickly as they find out that they have to talk to somone they turn into weak beans. Like face-to-face conflicts always end up with Sole just freezing and Gage has to do all talking for them

"Yo Boss, Mason is looking for you he wants you to do something" ":(( noooo he's too scary" "dude is litteraly ginger what the fuck you mean too scary"

I can imagine Sole agreeing to anything just to avoid conflicts. Like ANYTHING, and ofc gangs will use it against them, like: "yoyo boss you know i need LITTLE tiny favour-" "YESYESYESYES SURE BAI" "lets go😎"

Then Gage has to intervine, boss pls do not do any deals without him cuz you gonna end up dead someday

Yea Gage tries to be all good and a bit helpful now but oh boi at the start? He did not get it at all, okay they might be stressed due to all those raiders surrendering them, but why Sole stuttered so much??? Why do they avoid talking and any eye contact?? He had no clue he spooked them so much haha... well wait till he finds out that its not being spoked but nervous

I can imagine Sole just mentally preparing to talk to somone just pacing around the room making up whole conversation in their head and Gage just sitting in background judging them HARDLY "and fuck ya doing Boss?" "AA ah I'm preparing to talk to Nisha, I helped her kill one dude and now I have to let her know that the job is eone" "Geez Boss she will be pleased, you did it well" " :(( but what if-" "Boss i swear its 11pm go to sleep"

Oh how akward it was between Gage and Sole at start, Gage tagged along with Sole to make sure they don't run away to help them clear parks! And for first few days of travel there was no small talk, no conversation, nothing. At start Gage thought they were still altered and spooked, then he though that maybe they are partially mute and just don't speak or something. Untill one of them couldn't stand the akward vibe and just stared small talk with some question or comment about environment like: "ee Gage? Why did Colter want this place anyways? It stinks" (Sole almost died while speaking first btw)

After Sole vented to him about their issue he tried to understand and help them with stress by talking to people for them, to be honest he kinda likes that cuz since he's the one speaking he can change their words a bit so they appeal to raiders more

Overall 7/10 Gage is approved 🤠👍

#fallout gage #fallout 4 nuka world #nuka world #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 x reader #fallout 4 gage #gage x reader

[asterwritequestionablestuff]

Of course you can, dearest!

I'm so sorry this came out so late, this has been sitting in my drafts for like months 😭👍

tw: threesome, pwp(kinda), facesitting, praise kink, body worship, double penetration, a pinch of fluffy aftercare

"So pretty... so perfect, and just for us.."

🌊Kamisato Ayato x afab!reader x Thoma🔥

You were just an ordinary servant of theirs, no different than others.

Then why were they treating you like a gem that was in need of cherishing?

Obviously you'd notice the subtle brush of the clan leader's long, slender fingers against your ass, making your face erupt in a lovely shade of red.

Or how the housekeeper would get quite friendly in assisting you with simple tasks, and 'accidentally' brushing his hand against yours.

"Eyes on us, dollface.." Ayato grinned, his fingers wandering about your tight cunt. How could you focus when a man had his hand knuckle deep in your gummy walls while the other man fondles with your breasts?

"She's so distracted, m'lord, It's adorable.." thoma presses a kiss now and then on your breasts, eliciting a whine from your lips.

"Sir ayato, someone m-might walk in!.." You couldn't help but whimper, a hand over your mouth as to muffle the lewd sounds pouring out of your lips.

"Relax [Name], We've made sure no one will be seeing us now. Thoma, hold her hands back, we need to hear her pretty moans, don't we?" Ayato purred as he moved your hips right above his lips. Oh no, was he going to-

Before your brain could even register what happened next, Ayato begain to eat you out like a man starved for ages. His tongue kept hitting just the right spot, which made you squeal and absentmindedly rock your hips against his face.

"S-sir ayato.. I-I'm gonna cum soon!.." you managed to whine out, your eyes half lidded as you couldn't help but grind your slick, wet folds onto his lips, which were softer than a feather that suckled on your clit every now and then.

It didn't help that Thoma's hands were running all over you either. They were feather light touches across your smooth skin, his hands always lingering at your hips and your breasts.

"You're so beautiful, you do know that, right? You're so divine, no wonder everyone's always looking for you. if you're so adored, then why do you look at yourself in the mirror, judging your shape? Anyone would commit the greatest of crimes just to have a feel of-" He gave your breasts and your ass a squeeze. "-these. "

That was enough to send you over the edge, as you came all over Ayato's face. Smirking as he wiped his face and got up, carefully plaxing you aside. The lust was prominent the both of their eyes, gleaming as they stared at you hungrily with a grin.

"You wanna keep going, princess? You're gonna have to serve us too, y'know.." thoma palmed the throbbing bulge in his unbearably tight pants.

Somehow you had a sudden wave of confidence wash over you, as you gazed at them with hungry eyes, "..Yes, i'm up for it, sir and master."

You could have sworn you saw something snap in them.

Both of your hands were pinned down to the futon, and two hot, large cocks shoving inside and outside of you rapidly, not giving your voice a break as you let out a series of mewls and moans. The normally calm and collected duo, looked like two feral animals in heat in this very moment.

Soon enough, they came deep inside of you, two cocks rubbing deliciously inside your plush and tight walls, groaning delightfully.

"Heh.. you were so good for us, dollface.. I'm sure you can agree, Thoma?" Ayato chuckled, pulling out of you gently and softly cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb.

"Oh I sure can, my lord! Would you like some water, [Name]? Or something to eat?" Thoma grinned, pulling out of you as well.

"Just some water, please.." You croaked as you sat up, your hips already felt sore from the intense session.

Thoma handed you a glass of water, sitting next to you and stroking your hair comfortingly.

"We didn't go too rough on you, did we, love?" Ayato questioned.

"No, you didn't! I quite liked it, actually.." You couldn't help but blush as you said that.

"Then how about round two some other time?~" Thoma teasingly purred.

Extra:

You were sweeping through the halls, when suddenly you bumped into your mistress, Ayaka.

"My sincerest apologies, lady ayaka!- It was very foolish of me to-" your rambling was cut off by her gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It's quite alright, considering what you went through last night!" Ayaka chuckled before walking off, presumably to go on another date with the traveller.

'Phew- wait a minute.. DID SHE HEAR US?!-'

#thomato #ayato imagines #ayato smut #kamisato ayato #thoma #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact smut #asterwritesnsfw

[justal0wk3yg4mer]

Things I've Said: Hogwarts Legacy

Me: *Player/My actions* Character Dialogue

If you think I'm not going to use my real name for this. You're wrong. Give me my fucking letter.

5 minutes in and there's some intense shit going down. That's normal.

What matters, is who wields it. Well that is the most sensible thing I've heard at the beginning of a game.

*Squealing* The wand motions!

GRIFFENDOR! (I know what half of you MFs are gonna say. Fight me, I've taken the Pottermore tests)

I'm gonna spin all the globes.

*Freaks the fuck out over the sounds the cats make when you pet them.*

KAMAHAAA!!!

Bro, I'm smackin' the shit outta these keys.

Why does this handle look like a dildo?

Damn I have no filter; should have lied.

...the Mandrake! *Lowers TV volume* Had to be the fucking Mandrake.

Ah, a Vegan's worst nightmare...angry lettuce.

Bro, I'd smash some pumpkins with or without a wand.

Wow, this place is creepy *Immediately sees something and runs into said creepy place*

Tell him his grandson is a bitch.

Hogwarts, meet Thief 2014 lockpicking skills.

Siriana is mom.

And we don't have more interactions with Ominis because...?

I get to...I GET TO CATCH THEM ALL!?!?!

Deek, I would die for you.

Man got fucked up by a twig, then back for rounds 2 and 3, and still got his ass whooped!

No wait please tell me more about these monuments. *Spends the next 30 minutes finding astronomy tablets and looking at stars like a dork*

Aye yo, are those Jolly Ranchers?

*Physically crying* It's so big.

Y'all got me walkin' into a recommended level 25 and this MF is a 31?!?!

Amit went from 😀 to 😨

Why does it have to glow? It doesn't need to glow, isn't 8 legs enough?

*Gets Flipendo* Bro, Imma 'bout to break necks.

Damn a Hufflepuff on a trip. Tumblr was right.

Sebastian, honey, let me tell you my safeword: Pineapples. We got it? Cool. Pineapples, put the fucking bones down.

They practically made spiders the highlight of this game and I do not appreciate it...well, I do actually but that's not the point.

You need a smack to the face...with a chair.

Ominis is a true 'G'.

Why is he fighting me?!? Whoop you nephew's ass not mine!

Top 10 anime betrayals.

Damn, this horseman's fixin' to make me act up. Honestly if Dorran betrays us, I would thank him...Tumblr don't judge me.

I legit about to quit the game if Natty died. Like no joke.

*Listens to NPC* Who's out there breakin' bones? Actually I am, gimme some of that.

My wardrobe is upgraded. My potions are stocked. Power is full. I'M READY BITCH.

I need this on Spotify.

Alright, Fig and I did our heart to heart. Now he's probably gonna get killed...I'm kidding please don't.

I SAID I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON'T

Stop, I didn't ask for a eulogy. 😭

I know she's being sweet right now but I am mesmerized by herself stirring mug.

I didn't really have a word count but I did have a question. Leave a comment if you'd like:

BEST MODE OF TRAVEL: Beast Mount or Broom?

#things i've said #video games #gaming #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #professor fig #magic