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natsaffection · 7 months ago

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OOOOH I HAVE A REQUEST could you do nat x reader where reader is nat’s stress relief (Natasha is a mob leader or ceo or something powerful) and our whole job is to be ready for nat to take, punish, degrade and use whenever she pleases. Top/mean nat super smutty 🫣

Mine to use.

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Using body for own pleasure, begging, strap on, rough sex, oral (n receiving) spanking, power use

Word Count: 2,1k

A/N: ups..💆🏻‍♀️

Natasha Romanoff, known in the underworld as the Black Widow, sat at the head of a long mahogany table in her luxurious office. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her presence commanded respect and fear, a combination that had allowed her to rise to the top of the criminal hierarchy.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, Natasha exuded power and control. Her red hair was neatly tied back, emphasizing her sharp features and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through any deception. She leaned back in her chair, listening intently to the reports from her lieutenants, each of whom vied for her approval.

“Our shipment from Eastern Europe has been delayed,” one of her men reported, his voice tinged with anxiety. “The authorities have tightened their inspections. We’re looking at a two-week delay, at least.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, her fingers drumming on the table. She had little patience for delays and incompetence. “And the situation with the East Side gangs?” she asked, her voice cold and measured.

“We’ve managed to secure a temporary truce,” another lieutenant responded. “But it’s fragile. They’re demanding a larger cut of the profits.” Natasha’s lips curled into a predatory smile. “Demanding? They’re in no position to demand anything from me.”

As the meeting continued, Natasha’s mind drifted slightly. Beneath the table, hidden from the view of her subordinates, you knelt quietly. You had been summoned earlier, your presence required for a different kind of service. Natasha’s hand found its way to your hair, tangling in the strands as a silent command.

You knew what was expected of you. You leaned forward, your movements careful and deliberate. Your tongue traced a path along Natasha’s inner thigh, your touch light and teasing. Natasha closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her men exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably in their seats, fully aware of Natasha’s reputation and her ways with girls.

“How do you plan to handle the shipment delay?” Natasha asked, her voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through her.

“We’re exploring alternative routes,” the lieutenant replied nervously, trying to maintain his composure. “It will cost more, but we can avoid the increased inspections.”

Natasha nodded thoughtfully, her attention divided. “Do it. I want that shipment here within the week.” Your tongue worked skillfully, your movements guided by the rhythm of Natasha’s hand. Sometimes you really wondered how you ended up in this situation and could still remember exactly the first encounter with her:

“Over my knee.” she commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding. You hesitated for a moment, confusion and fear clouding your mind. “Miss Romanoff, I don’t understand—”

“Did I ask for an explanation?” Natasha snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “Over my knee. Now.”

Swallowing hard, you complied, draping yourself over Natasha’s lap. The position was humiliating, but you knew better than to protest further. Natasha’s hand rested on your lower back, holding you in place.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Natasha asked, her voice icy. “No, Miss Romanof..” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“One of my so-called colleagues made a mistake,” Natasha began, her hand coming down sharply on your backside. You gasped, gripping Natasha’s knee to steady yourself. “And I don’t tolerate mistakes.”

The spanking continued, each strike harder than the last, each one a release of Natasha’s pent-up frustration and anger. Your body jerked with each blow, your cheeks burning both from the pain and the humiliation.

“M-Miss Romanoff, please!” you cried out finally. “I didn’t do anything wrong!” Natasha’s hand paused mid-air. “What did you just say?” she asked, her voice dangerously low.

“I—I’m sorry, but I didn’t do anything w-wrong..” you repeated, your voice breaking. Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “Talking back, are we?” she hissed. “You will learn not to speak unless spoken to.”

With renewed fury, Natasha continued the spanking, her strikes even harder than before. Your body jerked with each blow, your cries filling the room. You clung more to Natasha’s knee, desperate to keep yourself from crying out too loudly.

The office door opened suddenly, and one of Natasha’s colleagues stepped inside. He froze, eyes wide as he took in the scene.

“I’m sorry. I—I didn’t realize you were busy..” he stammered. Natasha didn’t pause in her actions, her hand continuing to come down on your backside with methodical precision. “What do you need?” she asked coolly, her eyes never leaving your quivering form.

“I, uh, have the reports you requested.” he replied, trying to maintain his composure. “Leave them on the desk,” Natasha instructed, her voice steady. “And close the door on your way out.”

The man did as he was told, his face pale as he quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him. Your grip on Natasha’s knees tightened, your knuckles white as you fought to keep silent.

“You see,” Natasha continued, her voice a low growl. “I expect absolute obedience. No talking back, no excuses.”

Natasha’s breath hitched slightly, but she maintained her composure, her eyes never leaving those of her subordinates.

“And the truce?” Natasha continued, her voice betraying nothing of the sensations she was experiencing. “Make it clear that any breach will be met with swift and severe consequences.”

One of the lieutenants dared to glance under the table, curiosity getting the better of him. Natasha caught the movement and her eyes snapped to his. “You.” she barked, pointing a finger at him. “Out. Now.”

The man paled, scrambling to his feet. “Y-Yes, Miss Romanoff.” he stammered, hurrying from the room. Natasha’s eyes followed him until the door closed behind him, then she returned her attention to the others. “Anyone else being distracted?”

Her men shook their heads, clearly intimidated. Natasha’s reputation for ruthless efficiency was well-earned, and none of them wished to test her patience.

As the meeting wrapped up, Natasha gave one final command. “Keep me informed of any changes. Dismissed.”

Her men filed out of the room, each offering a respectful nod as they left. Once the door closed behind them, Natasha’s facade of icy control slipped slightly. She looked down at you, her eyes dark with desire. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “Finish.”

Your movements became more fervent, driven by Natasha’s praise. The mob boss leaned back in her chair, allowing herself to fully enjoy the sensations. Her control over you was absolute, extending from the boardroom to the bedroom, and everywhere in between.

As Natasha reached the peak of her pleasure, her grip on your hair tightened momentarily before releasing. She leaned forward, breathing heavily, her eyes softening as she looked at the woman beneath her.

“Look at me,” Natasha commanded gently. You obeyed, lifting your gaze to meet Natasha’s. “Come here.” Natasha instructed, her voice soft yet authoritative.

You rose to your feet, your legs unsteady. Natasha stood as well, pulling you into her lap for a brief, tender moment.

“You did well,” Natasha said softly, her lips brushing against your ear. “But remember, your debt is far from paid.”

“Yes, Miss Romanoff.” you replied, your voice a mixture of submission and affection. Natasha’s smile was predatory yet tender as she held you close. “Now, leave my office.” She commanded.

As you turned to go, Natasha’s hand came down in a sharp smack on your ass, a final reminder of who held the power. You gasped, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you left the room.

And it had been like this for several months. You owed Natasha a lot of money but could never pay it on time. Until you begged her to forgive your debts and you would do anything to make it happen. Natasha didn't have to think about it for a second and since then you have been her personal toy. She was feeling bad? You were there. Her coffee was too cold? She took it out on you.

One day had been a disaster from start to finish. Natasha’s meetings with the criminal elite had gone awry, with deals falling through and alliances crumbling. Her temper was on a knife-edge as she stormed back into her office, slamming the door behind her. She needed an outlet, and she needed it now.

She grabbed her phone and sent a single, commanding message: “My Office. Now.”

You arrived quickly, your heart racing as you stepped inside. The tension in the air was palpable, and you knew tonight would be different. “Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha’s eyes were dark with anger as she stalked towards you. “Strip.” she ordered, her voice a dangerous growl.

Your hands shook as you hurried to obey, quickly discarding your clothes. Natasha wasted no time, grabbing you roughly by the arm and dragging you to her table.

“Bend over.” Natasha commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding. You complied, your body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Natasha’s presence behind you was overwhelming, her anger radiating off her in waves.

“Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to deal with incompetent idiots all day?” Natasha spat, her hands gripping your hips tightly. “To have every single plan fall apart because of their stupidity?”

As she let the meeting enter her mind again, Natasha pulled something out of her drawer and you heard her strapping something on.

“Answer me.” Natasha barked, her hand coming down in a sharp slap on your backside. “No, Miss Romanoff..” You gasped, the pain mixing with an unexpected rush of arousal.

“That’s right,” Natasha hissed, positioning herself behind you. “You can’t possibly understand the level of frustration I have to deal with.”

With that, Natasha entered you roughly with her fake cock, her movements harsh and punishing. You cried out, unable to suppress the sound as Natasha set a brutal pace.

“That’s it,” Natasha growled, her grip tightening. “Scream for me.” Your cries filled the room, your body responding despite the roughness. The more you screamed, the more aroused Natasha seemed to become.

“Do you know how much I love hearing you like this?” Natasha murmured, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “It kinda makes me feel alive.”

“Please..” You whimpered, your body responding despite the roughness. “It’s too—oh my god!”

“Don’t hold back..” Natasha commanded, her voice a low growl. “I want to hear every sound you make.” You cried out, your voice filled with both pain and pleasure. “Oh, please!”

Natasha’s pace increased, her movements becoming even more forceful as she fed off your reactions. “You’re mine.” Natasha snarled, her breath hot against your ear. “And you will take everything I give you.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Roma..noff..” you sobbed, your body shaking with the effort to hold on.

Natasha’s grip tightened further as she reached around and pulled your arms behind your back, holding them firmly. The new position allowed Natasha to thrust even deeper, each powerful movement driving you further into the bed. “Stay still,” Natasha ordered, her voice harsh. “I don’t want you moving an inch.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, your body at Natasha’s mercy. “It’s too deep!”

“Good.” Natasha growled, her voice filled with dark pleasure. “P-Please..”you begged, your voice breaking. “I can’t hold it!”

“Then come.” Natasha commanded, and your body obeyed, the release overwhelming and intense. But Natasha wasn’t done. “Again.” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for refusal. “And this time, scream for me.”

“F-Fuck!!” you cried out, your body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. “Please, it’s too much!” Natasha brought you to the edge and over again, her control unwavering. Each climax was a release of Natasha’s pent-up frustration, her anger dissolving with each wave of pleasure.

When it was over, Natasha leaned back, her breathing heavy. She looked down at you, who lay panting on the table, your body marked by the roughness of their encounter.

“Get dressed.“ Natasha ordered, her voice softer but no less commanding. “And remember, you are mine to use as I see fit.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Romanoff, thank you..” you replied, your voice steady despite the exhaustion. You dressed quickly, your body aching but your heart full. You knew you would be summoned again, and you would be ready, as always, to pay your debt in whatever way Natasha demanded.

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whereubeenloca · 1 month ago

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Leftovers

Part 4 of the Neighbor! Reader series! Table of contents

Summary: Carmy brings you leftover menu items as a thank you.

Tags: VERY slow burn, Awkward flirting

Word Count: 1069

a/n- thank you all for the support! I'm happy yall are digging my silly little stories :)

You realize you don’t know a lot about your upstairs neighbor.

Well, you know his name - Carmen, but it’s not like you talk. You know he works late and wakes up early, you know he smokes based on the collection of cigarette butts that suddenly appeared on your shared stoop after he moved in. Other than that? Nothing, nada, zilch.

This is to say, you were incredibly surprised when you saw his name pop up on your phone.

“You around?”

Yeah, you had his number, but save for the initial “hi” text the thread had remained silent. It’s almost embarrassing how quick you are to type back.

“Yeah, why?”

He doesn’t respond but you hear him moving around upstairs. Heavy footsteps move from one corner of the ceiling to the other, followed by the slam of a door. Before you know it, he’s knocking at your door. You’re quick to open it, shooting him a confused look. He stares back, arms full of small deli containers.

“Hi.” He says curtly, shifting the containers in his arms. “You uh- eat meat?”

You must have made some kind of face at him, because he looks down at the containers and back to you.

“So, no…?” He asks tentatively, you finally snap out of it.

Your face flushes hot with embarrassment, “No- well- yes. I eat meat.” You say simply, looking him over again. “But… what?” You ask, gesturing to the containers vaguely.

Suddenly he’s aware of how odd this looks. His cheeks go red as he clears his throat.

“I own a restaurant.” He says a little too fast, as if his statement explains anything.

You must still look confused because he tries again.

“Was trying out some new stuff for the menu. Uh… lots of leftovers.” He clears his throat as he shifts his weight. “As a thank you for the door thing.” He explains.

You nod at that, he blinks back.

“So… can I…?” He asks, readjusting the containers in his arms.

“Oh- yeah of course. Please.” You stutter, scrambling to the side to let him in.

“Sorry, it’s a mess.” You huff, picking up things as you move through your living area. “Kitchen’s over there.” You say, pointing to your left.

“Cleaner than mine.” He responds, eyes scanning your apartment before he turns into your kitchen.

Kitchen was a strong word for it. Along the far wall sits a row of sad looking cabinets, a fridge and a stove. Carmy’s shoes squeak against the poorly installed linoleum floors as he gently dumps his containers onto the small table in the center of the room. You watch as he fusses over them, arranging them into a line.

“What kind of restaurant do you have?” You ask, looking at the containers. You can’t really tell what any of this stuff actually is. Each container is adorned with its own set of green labels, one with a date the other with its name.

“It's a fine-dining, chaos menu, full service experience.” He rattles off before meeting your confused gaze.

He clears his throat “Uh… a little bit of everything.” He corrects.

You lean your palms into the table to inspect the food further. You gesture to the array of tupperware between the two of you, circling your palm around the three deli containers. “What’d you bring?”

He points to the smallest container. “Mango chutney, pureed.” He says as he picks up another container and places it on top, tapping his finger on the lid. “Goes with the cod. And uh…bucatini in a bolognese sauce. There’s pork and cherry in it. Still working on that one.” He explains, poking the lid at the end of his sentence.

“Sounds really good actually.” You hum in response, shifting your weight with a smile. “You didn’t have to do all this though, Carmen.”

“Carmy.” He quickly corrects.

You furrow your brows. “You said your name was Carmen.” You say, confused. “Right? Have I been calling you the wrong name this whole time?”

“No- no.” He interjects. “I just prefer Carmy. My uh. My friends call me that.” He clears his throat, drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. Carmy’s cheeks go pink as he quickly busies himself with a scratch on the surface, dragging the nail of his thumb into it over and over.

You feel your cheeks flush a bit at the word friend. When did that happen? “Well. Thanks, Carmy.” You say softly, testing the nickname.

His eyes flick to yours again, a boyish smile on his face. “Yeah, f’course. I mean, if anything you’re doing me a favor.”

“Yeah?” You laugh in response.

“Oh yeah.” Carmy laughs back, straightening out his shoulders. “I’ve got all kinds of stuff up there, there’s no way I can go through it all.”

“Well I’m glad I could help.” You smile back.”I’m excited to try it later.”

He hums softly as the conversation peters out. The two of you stand there for a second, side by side soaking in one another. You can feel him standing next to you and suddenly you become more aware of your own body. Do you always stand like this? Are you slouching right now? Was he standing this close the whole time? Your mind buzzes with self-awareness you haven’t felt since middle school. You don’t really want him to leave but you can’t think of anything else to say. Before you can do anything, he drums his palms against the edge of the table before pushing off of it.

“I should get going.” He says softly.

“Oh- yeah of course.” You nod in response, “Thanks again for the food.” You smile as you walk him to the door.

“Let me know what you think, yeah? Don’t hold back.” He says as he crosses the threshold into the hallway, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he faces you.

“I’ll be thorough.” You joke. He laughs and you bite back a grin.

Again you swear he’s lingering. He shifts his weight back onto his heels as his eyes stay on you.

“See you around?” You ask, an attempt at a goodbye.

“Yeah.” He looks at his shoes before taking a full step back. “See you.” Carmy raises his hand to you before disappearing up the stairs towards his apartment.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you shut the door.

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alexwritess · 2 months ago

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just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

#jjk x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic

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jointherebellion215 · 1 year ago

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If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard.

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers.

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall.

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.”

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you.

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other,

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death.

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

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nytb · 1 year ago

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Outburst

Click here first <3

Alexia's stunt worked. Apparently grinding on random people after the boxer had already laid her mouth on her was a big no no.

The both of them had been on the road for a while, Alexia silent and watching out of the passenger window, avoiding all eye contact with the menace driving the car.

Now sat at a red light, heading god knows where, the boxer tried to get a reaction out of Alexia.

"You're not going to talk huh" Y/N stated as she placed a hand on the midfielder's thigh.

She looked the boxer dead in the eyes, only to steer her eyes out the passenger window again.

"Rude" Y/N smirked, sliding her hand higher up the midfielder's thigh "What a shame".

For however much Alexia wanted to hide her reaction, she couldn't. Biting on her lower lip, the midfielder let a tiny sigh of pleasure slip as Y/N removed her touch.

"Not funny" the midfielder stated, her eyes locked on the boxer.

"Oh so the cat didn't get your tongue" Y/N teased "But tell me dear, what isn't funny?"

"The authoritarian stick you have going on, the quitting cold turkey when I was, and it pains me to say it, enjoying what you were doing" the midfielder stated.

"How ab-" the boxer tried to interviene.

"Nuh huh" alexia shushed her "Not your turn" she stated.

Y/N took the hint and to the midfielder's panic, the boxer pulled into a parking spot.

Alexia's eyes opened wide, not sure of what was about to happen.

"What are you doing? We're in public you know!?"

"You have my undivided attention" Y/N stated, not answering Alexia's questions "You stopped at enjoying" and air quoted "what I was doing" the boxer smirked "Care to specify?"

"You're kidding right?" Alexia was both pissed and curious.

"Not in the slightest" Y/N leaned closer, reaching for the midfielder's neck, whispering as the distance shortened "I would like to know what you enjoyed so much that you had Mapi trick me in order to get close to me" the boxer looked deeply into Alexia's eyes "Only to wear that and dance on whoever those people were"

Alexia pushed Y/N away "First of all, I didn't trick anybody" she was now heated into the discussion "I wear whatever I want to wear and dance with whomever I want" not stopping for air "And don't act like I was the only one enjoying whatever was going on"

The boxer didn't break eye contact as Alexia let everything out of her chest "Anything else?" Y/N questioned.

"Oh for fuck sake you have to be kidding me" she replied furiously, crossing her arms.

"I am well aware that we are in public" Y/N stated "I did not stop cold turkey on you, I am adamant on finishing what you started" the boxer now pulled Alexia closer "And whatever this is, I like it" the boxer pointed at the midfielder's lips "You can dance with whoever you want, as long as those remain mine"

"You started great, couldn't have ended worse" Alexia pushed Y/N's grip on her away "You won't be telling me what I can and can't do" she stated "Now take me home, I've had enough".

Alexia thought that her point had come across, until she realised that Y/N was pulling into an underground parking, accessing a private enclosed spot.

"Where are we?" the midfielder demanded.

"7109" Y/N stated "Whenever you calm down, head upstairs, I will be waiting for you"

Alexia grabbed the boxer's wrist "Take me home" she demanded again.

"You are home, my home" and then Y/N made quick work of increasing the distance between them, entering the lift in the private parking section.

Y/N didn't break eye contact with Alexia until the elevator's doors closed.

The midfielder instantly glanced down at her phone. "Great, because why would someone need service here" Alexia mumbled to herself, locking her phone.

She looked around. Multiple cars, a bike, all enclosed in what seemed to be a private parking area, closed off by its own gate.

"Of course there is a code" she stated, inspecting the pad near the garage door.

After a few minutes, she finally gave in.

Heading to the lift, Alexia inserted the code "7109" she mumbled.

Now aware of the camera in the elevator, she crossed her arms and gave it a death stare. There was a high probability that Y/N was watching after all.

It took a decent time to get to Y/N's apartment, it was the penthouse of the building.

The doors slid open and Alexia was instantly intrigued.

"Oh wow" Alexia mumbled.

The penthouse had a beautiful view, she had never seen the cityscape of Barcelona like this before.

The night sky decorated with stars, a whole lot of buildings surrounded them, all underneath the penthouse.

In the distance, Alexia heard the sound of water hitting the ground - Y/N had left her alone in the parking lot just to head upstairs and hop in the shower.

"You have got to be kidding me" she was even angrier than before.

#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #fc barcelona woso #fc barcelona femeni #fc barcelona imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas woso #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas

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sweetbunpura · 4 months ago

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Goat Rollo is everything. We need more goat Rollo. (Please and thank you.)

Rollo was going to headbutt Jade at this point. This was the second time the Leech brother had turned him into a goat, but it had to be where Rollo couldn't escape this time around. He was in the Lounge, helping clean up for his community service and Jade had "kindly" offered him a drink for all his hard work. Next thing Rollo knows, he's transformed and being picked up.

"AGAIN!? YOU BLASTED LEECH! TURN ME BACK THIS INSTANT!"

...Is what Rollo would've said, but what instead calm out was a set of very angry sounding:

"Baa! Baa!"

"I can see why Miss Yuu is so fond of you, Rollo-san." Jade smiled as he held Rollo out away from his body, less he get kicked by the goat's failing hooves. "So humor me, if you will."

"I despise you and once I'm free of this, I'm going to be having eel for dinner!" - "Baa! Baa!"

"...Jade? Why do you have a goat?"

Jade smiled as he looked at Azul. "I have an experiment that requires him."

Rollo tried desperately to wiggle himself free as Azul eyed him. He sighed and shook his head.

"As long as you don't harm it."

"I promise."

Rollo hung limply in the taller student's hands and glared at Azul as he turned and left. He prayed to which ever of the seven would listen that he could get out of this. Jade set him down for a moment and before Rollo had the chance to bolt, the eel merman placed a sweater on him.

"How adorable."

Rollo looked down at the multicolored purple sweat before directing his gaze at a smirking Jade. He moved to pull his phone out and that's when the goat headbutted him and made for the exit. Rollo needed to hide and get this blasted thing off him. He leapt through he mirror and his hooves slipped on the floor, sending him right into a pair of legs.

'Please don't be Draconia this time...' Rollo looked up and froze.

"Ah! A Bouc?"

It was Rook, who was far more worst than the fae prince. The hunter grabbed him before Rollo could even think to move."

"Aw and he's wear le chandail. How adorable!" Rook held him up to inspect him. "Now where did you wander away from?"

"Seven, help me...." - "Baa...."

Before Rook could ask any more questions, Rollo was snatched up in a pair a very familiar arms.

"He's mine, thank you."

"Madam Trickster!"

Ah, Yuu, his saving grace, his love was here. Rollo quickly adjusted himself to press against.

"Are you, perhaps, holding him for someone or something?"

"No." Yuu glared at Rook. "He's a stray I found roaming the campus and no, you can't have him."

"I wouldn't dream of it!" Rook sighs dramatically and bows. "My apologies!"

Rollo snorts as he lays his chin on her shoulder. The hunter departs this his usual flair, leaving the two of them in the room.

"....Was it Jade again?"

"Baa."

"Make it and I'll give it to him to drink."

"Baa."

#twisted wonderland #rollo flamme #yuu homura #sanctuary #jade leech #rook hunt #Jade stop picking on Rollo #thorn answers #twst fic

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kirain · 2 months ago

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Emmrich forgetting Rook's birthday and feels guilty so he makes it up to her?

Emmrich doesn't strike me as the type of partner who would forget important dates like that, but what if he simply didn't know? Hopefully this is still a fun read:

A soft breeze swept through the Necropolis, interrupted only by the crisp snipping of shears. Emmrich, working in peaceful silence, pruned the vibrant flowers that twisted around the graves, their blooms not wild or unruly, but rather tributes that seemed to spring forth in honour of the dead.

Across the way, Vae moved with an elegance he couldn't help but admire. She wasn't simply tending to flowers; she handled each headstone with care, brushing away the dirt and arranging the petals to frame every name.

"You're putting a lot of thought into this," Emmrich said, her quiet reverence bringing a smile to his face.

Vae glanced up at him, a strand of hair falling loose from her tie. "Like you always say, the dead deserve dignity," she said, her voice warm. "It feels right to take my time."

Before he could reply, the sharp echo of boots broke the tranquility. Both turned to see a young courier enter the Necropolis, his gaze uneasy as he scanned the shadowy cemetery; clearly not a local, and clearly unsettled by the view.

"Over here!” Vae called amicably, hoping to sooth his nerves. Quickly, she set her shears aside and wiped her hands on her pants.

"Are you Vae?" The man approached, clutching his satchel tightly. "The, uh... death folk told me you'd be here."

"That's me."

Relieved, the courier handed her a small parcel wrapped in unassuming brown parchment. "This is for you. Straight from Antiva."

"Antiva?" Vae raised an eyebrow as she accepted the delivery, her expression curious.

She couldn't guess what it was or who had sent it, but she had no intention of bombarding the poor man with inane questions he probably couldn't answer. With a grateful nod, she reached into her pocket and handed him a generous tip.

"Th-thank you!" he stammered, tipping his hat. Then he mumbled a quick, "Pleasure," before scurrying off, eager to leave the solemn atmosphere.

"Now, what could that be?" Emmrich asked, tilted his head.

"I'm not sure." Carefully, Vae peeled back the paper to reveal a folded letter and a box of chocolates, the label embossed in gold. "Oh, how nice! It's from a friend of mine in the capital. She sends me these every—" She flinched, her lips curling. "Every so often." Yet she set the package aside without inspecting it further, then turned back to her work. "I'll tear into it later, when we're back at the Lighthouse."

"A friend?" Emmrich pressed, genuinely interested in learning more about the woman he loved. "She must be a remarkable friend indeed, sending you chocolates all the way from Antiva. And by personal courier, no less. That's a costly service. What's the occasion?"

"It's just a sweet gesture," Vae replied with a dismissive wave. "She's thoughtful like that."

Something in her tone gave the fervid necromancer pause. They'd been together for months—he knew her well enough to recognise when she was being evasive, dodging questions. As his eyes drifted to the unopened letter and neatly tied box of expensive treats, a thought struck him.

"Vae... today isn't your birthday, is it?"

She froze, then turned to him with a sheepish smile. "...Maybe?"

"What?" he gasped, his muscles tensing. "Why didn't you mention it?"

"I forgot," she shrugged. "We've been so busy, it didn't even cross my mind."

"Forgot? Vae, I would have—"

"Emmrich, it's fine. I promise," she chuckled, refocusing on the headstone in front of her. "It's just a day, anyway. No big deal."

Emmrich stood in stunned silence, his gaze flicking from the graves to Vae's overworked figure. Then, his jaw tightened.

"No big deal?" he huffed.

With a dramatic flourish, he raised his hand and wove it through the air, as if conducting an orchestra—and perhaps he was. Bones rattled in the nearby pavilion as the skeletons stationed there sprang to life, their fingers deftly strumming the instruments they carried even in death. Soon, a soft, lilting melody hummed through the Necropolis, haunting yet strangely beautiful.

"Emmrich," Vae squeaked, turning to face him, "what are you doing?"

He grinned, the expression handsome, dignified; then approached her with a polished bow. "May I have this dance?"

Vae quivered, pulling away. "But... I'm filthy," she stammered.

"Never, darling. You're radiant as always."

Her cheeks flushed. "And the graves—"

"Aren't going anywhere," he quipped, extending his hand.

Vae stared at the undead ensemble, swithering between disbelief and amusement. But when she looked back at Emmrich—and their eyes met—she sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible."

"Is that a yes?" he asked, his fingers beckoning.

"Fine." Defeated, she slipped her hand into his. "But just one."

"We'll see," he teased, gently drawing her into a casual waltz.

With his guidance, they moved in slow, fluid strides, the music wrapping around them like a spell. When he spun her, Vae laughed, the moment surreal, yet undeniably perfect. Though she lacked experience in dancing, Emmrich ensured she never felt out of place, his flow seamless and accommodating.

"Where did they even get the instruments?" Vae asked playfully, gesturing to the breathless band.

"They were donated along with the bodies," Emmrich answered excitedly. "Specifically so they could continue playing after death. It's a Nevarran tradition."

"Of course it is," Vae tittered, relaxing in his arms.

The world around them seemed to fade as he led her through the motions, his hand resting lightly on her waist, their fingers clasped together as they swayed in harmonious circles. The music played on, enchanting and serene—though, after a while, all Vae could hear was the quiet rhythm of their steps, and the steady, calming cadence of Emmrich's breath. His eyes never left hers, his gaze adoring in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

"Manfred?" he called after a while, addressing the curious spirit who lingered nearby. "Can you take a message to the kitchen for me, please? Tell them I'd like some strawberry cheesecake to go along with our tea time. It's Vae's favourite."

The bubbly skeleton nodded and clattered off, his bones clicking as he ran.

"What?" Vae stopped, her brow arching. "Emmrich, you don't have to do that. I know how much it bothers you when I—"

"You've been eating what I eat since our relationship began," he contested.

"You didn't ask me to."

"I know, but you have, even though I can tell it's been difficult for you." He shook his head. "Today is your day, and I want it to be as special as you are."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with a kiss—deep, tender, his arms wrapping around her as if to anchor her in place. When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him, her cheeks glowing, pure ecstasy etched across her face.

"Thank you," she whispered, brushing her thumb along his chin.

He smiled. "Happy birthday, Vae."

#emmrich #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #rook x emmrich #rook #dragon age the veilguard #da: the veilguard #dragon age the veilgaurd spoilers #veilguard #veilguard rook #manfred #fanfic

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goodgirl4daddy4evr · 11 months ago

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Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding

Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?

I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵

I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.

I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"

I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.

"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."

"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.

As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.

"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"

His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.

"Remember, Becki? Remember?"

And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.

"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"

"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."

"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."

That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.

He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."

"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."

He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?

"Becki, remember..."

Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.

"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."

I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.

It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.

"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"

He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."

He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.

"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."

He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.

He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."

#face fvcking #hypnosis #brainwashing #lesbian conversion #lgetsd #fucked str8 #cheating kink #religion kink #priest kink #eroticism #text post #idk what kind of church this is okay

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The SS Edmund Fitzgerald was a Great Lakes freighter built by Great Lakes Engineering Works of Ecorse, Michigan, and launched on June 7, 1958. Here are the detailed specifications and description of the ship:

length overall: 729 feet

length between perpendiculars: 711 feet

breadth molded: 75 feet

depth molded to spar deck amidship: 39 feet

draft (designed summer draft): 26 feet, 6.5 inches

gross tonnage: 13,632 tons

deadweight capacity: 25,891 gross tons

service speed: 16 mph

power: 7,500 shaft horsepower

engine manufacturer: Westinghouse Electric Corporation

registry number: US 277437

hull number: 301

The Edmund Fitzgerald was designed to carry taconite iron ore pellets from mines near Duluth, Minnesota, to steel mills in the Great Lakes region. The ship was noted for its luxurious interior, including deep pile carpeting, tiled bathrooms, leather swivel chairs in the guest lounge, and two guest staterooms for passengers. It featured advanced nautical equipment for its time, including a large galley and a fully stocked pantry.

On November 10, 1975, the ship sank in a severe storm on Lake Superior, approximately 17 miles north-northwest of Whitefish Point, Michigan. All 29 crew members perished, and the exact cause of the sinking remains unknown, though it is speculated that the ship may have suffered from structural failure, topside damage, or grounding on a shoal.

The wreck was located in deep water, split into two large pieces. The sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald led to changes in Great Lakes shipping regulations, including mandatory survival suits, depth finders, positioning systems, increased freeboard, and more frequent inspections of vessels.

#michigan

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half-dead-writer · 8 months ago

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Shopping List

Reader has to buy the groceries, meets the hottest cashier, panics, goes there again, antics ensue.

⸸ Mello / Mihael Keehl (Death Note) ⸸ ~3,4k words ⸸ gender neutral reader

planning to make a sequel where they actually do some proper bonding stuff so treat it as a first chapter I guess? mayhaps even an official Mello x Matt x Reader route but as a separate thing since I know not everyone is into that and I want my fics to be enjoyable for everyone :] Inspired by my usual routine of going to the store while the scorching sun consumes my entire being + one time where my edrink hit the ground and I had to shotgun the remains of it (crossposted from AO3)

Today's weather could only be comparable to Hell. I felt the uncomfortable sweat running through my body. I wanted to get back to my flat as soon as possible and just melt on the couch while being blasted by a fan. But I had to buy a few necessities from the corner store nearby before that. Even though it was a five minute walk from where I lived, I haven't been there before. I heard the store had more expensive items than the one that's further away, but I didn't have enough strength to make that long walk in the sun. My wallet will feel the effects of it in the nearest days, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice this time.

To my relief, I felt the cold air wash over my skin, giving it a bit of pleasant relief. The fridges were just at the entrance, which gave a nice contrast to the killing warmth outside. The layout of the store didn't differ much from the usual stores I've been to, so I didn't have any troubles looking through the aisles for my desired items. I approached the Monster stand and took a few of the energy drinks into my hands. I didn't bother to take my bag this time, it was supposed to be a quick trip. I didn't have much choice, so I grabbed the cheapest thing i could find that my taste buds could tolerate and headed to the cashier. I didn't pay attention to the person standing behind the cash register as I put the groceries on the counter, with my sight focused on the ridiculously priced candy bar that's been placed nearby, enticing the customers to spend even more money on their way out. I considered it, but I don't think my today's budget could take it. The bored cashier told me the estimated price in a dull, clearly done-with-it tone. He was probably just waiting for his shift to be over, can't blame him. I was surprised, though not about the amount I was due to pay for my things, but rather by his appearance.

He had blond hair, the length was touching the tips of his shoulders. It was an unusual sight around here, and if I hadn't heard his voice before looking at him, I would assume he was a girl. But upon closer inspection, the features on his face were surely masculine. The top he wore was short-sleeved, typical store-required uniform, which didn't stick out from the norm. I also noticed a black polish that coated his nails. It looked carefully applied, which made me curious if he painted them himself. I guessed the boy's age to be around mine, which made me become slightly alerted.

My usual formula of interacting with people was saying a polite "hi", thanking for the service and leaving the store, but the lack of age gap made me feel as if, somehow, that wouldn't be appropriate. I silently hoped he didn't notice my lack of movement for a second as I passed him the requested cash. I could only assume his expression during the transaction remained the same, the idea of him perceiving me as a staring weirdo was too overwhelming for me to keep a steady eye-contact. The small lump in my throat prevented me from speaking clearly, but after gathering the groceries into my hands, I managed to squeak out a barely audible "Uh, thanks- goodbye" on my way out. I didn't dare to look back.

The outside was still a cooking oven, but my mind was too occupied by the memory of an encounter that happened a moment ago. It took me a while to register that my legs were dragging me with a faster pace to my home due to the thoughts replaying in a torturous loop. I shouldn't care that much about an awkward encounter with a stranger that I'm unlikely to see often. I felt the warm air wash thru my lungs as I took a deep breath and reminded myself that a silly moment is not a thing to stress over. I bet in his time of working there he saw plenty of worse people than an embarrassing person whom he only seen once. I reached my hand inside the pocket, finding my keys after a brief moment of searching and unlocked the door to my apartment. The familiar smell of the house brought me some comfort as I headed to get some water. My mouth felt incredibly dry, and I could only guess whether it was from the encounter or the weather. Probably both.

I heard the tap water is bad for you, but at that moment the liquid that spilled on my tongue tasted like a gift sent from gods. I sat on the couch after properly hydrating myself and now, with a clear head, I could see that my anxiety definitely flared up much more than usual. At least in comparison to a reaction I'd have with a regular screw up of mine. In hindsight, it was easy to see that I panicked just because I found the person on the other side attractive. That realization made me feel a bit silly. It had been some time since I found someone to pine over, and of course it had to be a random, fruity boy from the store with the most expensive items. Not that my confidence would allow for this thought up relationship in my mind to happen in real life, but I wanted to at least get to know him. He seemed like an interesting person, with all that he had going on, appearance-wise.

Few days have passed until I had to go get my groceries again. I knew buying stuff at the "boujee shop" was a bad idea, but the thought of going there again and making things right by at least saying a proper "hello, thank you, goodbye" was convincing enough for me to give in. My plan wasn't to buy a lot, maybe an energy drink or two, and get the rest by going to a different store. This solution had more extra steps than my usual shopping trip, but I was willing to do it. Nobody besides me knew that it was only because I wanted to see the mysterious boy, so what's the harm?

The sun wasn't as vicious today, which resulted in a pretty pleasant walk. A light breeze going thru my hair was a nice touch to the summery vibe, and it even added a bit of confidence to my stroll. I was going to nail it this time. Properly talking to another human being might not be a great achievement to some, but it mattered to me, and I tried to hype myself up. I mentally prepared for the interaction while I picked the can from the energy drink stand. I had some saved up money, so I was able to pick my desired choice of flavor and brand, not the knock off I had picked on my previous visit here. I smoothly moved to the end of the store, only to find that the boy I was hoping to see was not there. I was slightly disappointed, but at least there was no pressure for me to perform well, which made me calm down almost completely.

The person standing near the cash register was another male. The outfit he wore didn't differ from the one I already seen, but the fluffy, red-colored mess on his head was a far cry from the well-maintained hair of the previous cashier. It took him a minute to notice me approaching, as his sight was focused on reading some pamphlet promoting new brand of e-cigarettes. I wondered whether he read it out of boredom or genuine interest in the product, but my bet would be on the former. He put it down as soon as he noticed me in the corner of his eye, although there was no hurry in his movements. I put the cans on the counter and smoothly hit him with the casual "hi".

"Hey," he responded, his voice warm and friendly. I heard the familiar "beep" of the product being scanned and prepared my wallet. Everything seemed to be going accordingly, until I heard him give me another comment "You know those give you kidney stones, right?" I stopped in my tracks for a second, uncertain what to respond, until I noticed a small smirk forming on his face.

"Kidding. I mean, not that it's not true, but so far I managed to avoid them," he added, seeing my face turn from a deer in the headlights to a look of realization.

"Yeah, uh, me too, thankfully" I replied, trying to reciprocate the playful remark as I felt the corners of my mouth twist in a polite grin. What a way to start the conversation.

"I like this flavor too. But I prefer the less sweet ones," he continued to judge the choice of my item, although not in bad faith. He was chatty, but it was actually quite a nice experience, one which I didn't expect to have today, but I didn't complain. His whole person radiated a calming aura which made me forget of the discomfort of talking to strangers all-together. It was as if I knew this man my whole life, even if all I did was exchange a few words with him. I will never understand how people possess such power, but I'm forever grateful it exists.

"Yeah, that's fair. It's hard to even enjoy the taste in some of them, as if someone just poured up a whole bag of sugar," I may have over exaggerated a bit, but I assumed he knew that. I got a chuckle and an understanding "yeah" in response.

With how much I enjoyed the conversation, I completely forget I was in the process of taking out the money of my wallet, just holding it in my hands this whole time. Guess I can't escape even a tiny bit of cringe for today. I quickly pulled out the cash. "Hey, no rush," he said, "there's no other clients in the store, you can take your time". I still felt silly, but with his chill demeanor the repercussions of my actions didn't sting as much.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my well-deserved smoke break," he got out from behind the counter and passed me by, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket on his way. I smiled to myself and grabbed my item, ready to head out as well.

While I was going through the aisles I entertained the thought that today could be different, but it turned out really well. I didn't have a panic attack from a simple interaction, I did what I planned to do, and I wasn't even that awkward. My mind was completely clear as I left the store, correctly assuming to see the red-haired cashier smoking nearby. I felt my stomach drop as I noticed someone else standing beside him. It was the blond boy. His casual ("casual" would be an understatement), off-work clothes were a drastic change from the outfit that his, what I assumed, friend wore. He now sported a leather vest that uncovered a bit of his stomach, black leather pants and a fancy rosary that adorned his neck. Wow. This boy has some guts to not be afraid strutting around in such. Which was in no way a bad thing, but it surely made keeping my composure a bit harder. Seeing that they were occupied by each other, I was seconds from quietly making my leave with the tail tucked between my legs, not prepared at all for this sight, until I heard a loud bang on the ground, followed by a faint "fisss". It took me a second to process what happened. My can. My energy drink slipped out of my sweaty palm and hit a tiny, pointy rock on the pavement, inevitably leaving a small hole from which the sweet juice began quickly pouring out.

"Fuck!"

My yelling surely got their attention now. Even though my mind was occupied with being upset, I managed to catch a glimpse of their reactions. The red haired boy winced at the sound, while the blonde exhaled thru his nose with either disappointment or amusement. I couldn't tell due to the fizzling sound of the raging can which was slowly beginning to calm down. Even though the sticky liquid on my hand made me feel gross, I picked it up. Thankfully the hole was near the top of the can so I saved most of the drink left. I hated the sudden spotlight, but by some miracle I managed to not completely freak out. I think I completely zoned out due to the intensity of the emotions. I was not about to cry, I was not about to scream (again). Not in public. Peace. Think about the consequences of your actions. I took a deep breath, ignoring both of the boys' stare for my own sanity. A minute has surely passed until I managed to show any sign of life. I don't usually smoke, but at that time I felt like I really needed one. My eyes fixated on the cigarette the nice cashier held in his mouth. Curiosity flashed in their eyes as I approached them. I cleared my throat.

"...Could I borrow a cigarette?" I asked, avoiding the eyes of the blonde. He was mostly staring at my hand which holding the nefarious drink. I decided to ignore him, I couldn't handle more stress right now.

"Yeah, sure," he reached for the pack, opening it in a way so that one of them was poking out. I took it.

"Uh, lighter?"

I lit up the cigarette with one hand after he passed me his zippo lighter. The somewhat familiar smoke buried deep in my lungs, making me cough a little. I didn't care, although my sight was proactively focused on the ground to avoid their eyes. I didn't know whether to stay with them until I finished the cigarette or smoke it on my way back, but the red-haired boy spoke again,

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," I said.

"I could smuggle you another can from the shop if you want," his eyes looked at my drink, I was positively surprised at his kind offer, but I felt like I overused his hospitality enough while asking for the cigarette.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't think that'll be necessary-" I offered him a genuine smile, "there's still a lot left, so I think I'll manage."

The boy nodded briefly after looking at the can, "I'm Mail by the way," the smoke found a way out of his lips after he took a long drag. "But Matt is fine as well," he added.

I reciprocated the nod and finally decided to take a brief glance at the boy standing near him. Instead of smoking, his resting bitch face was munching on the overpriced chocolate from the store, I now noticed.

"And that's Mihael. Mello. Mels," I assumed he said the last part in a playful tone, shooting a teasing smile his way.

I cleared my throat from the smallest remains of my anxiety towards him, "Uh, hi."

"Hey," he responded mildly, in-between of biting a part out of the chocolate. I don't think I ever seen anyone else eat chocolate that way.

"I like your clothes," I fixed my eyes on his outfit, I hoped to score some points with him, but also to properly express my honest opinion.

His eyes showed uncertainty for a moment, probably unsure if I was being genuine with my compliment, but he decided to nod and quietly hum in response. His expression didn't change. I didn't overthink it for my sake, hopefully he's like that with everyone.

"Really? He looks like a leather couch" Matt added, being met with Mello's eyes staring daggers at him, but I sensed it wasn't serious.

"Says a dude who wears goggles inside and outside," Mello barked back in retaliation.

"Not right now, I don't," Matt stuck out his tongue and Mello's expression finally showed a hint of amusement while his eyes rolled.

"Besides, I actually wear them for a reason," Matt explained, or rather bit back at Mello again, "unlike you, show-dog."

"My reason is that I look presentable," he flaunted with exaggeration, swinging the chocolate in his grip slightly, "unlike your week-old, sweaty, striped sweater."

"Last time I checked, people wearing leather sweat too," another jab from Matt, "and again, do you see me wearing my sweater right now?"

Mello just sighed in response, probably tired of this silly conversation at this point. It was amusing to hear them bicker, even if I felt a bit like a third-wheel. My cigarette shortened significantly, I already smoked the bigger half of it. Even though this interaction brought me lots of stress initially, I was actually glad I ended up being included in their conversation, even as a listener. My plan was to get to know Mihael anyway, and I succeeded in at least exchanging a few words with him. Matt stepped on the butt of his cigarette after it fell on the ground when he was done with it. I promptly did the same.

"Only one more hour of my shift left," Matt sighed, unhappy about being forced back behind the cash register again, "at least the day ain't as busy today."

"Sorry for, uh, making your life worse, I suppose?" you joked, which made him chuckle.

"Nah, you didn't. You dropping your drink and yelling fuck!" he mocked your voice, "was probably the most interesting thing that happened this work-day."

I grinned bashfully at his remark but accepted the compliment. I heard the crinkling of the wrapper as Mello finished his snack and threw it in the nearby trash. Except he didn't, as it hit the corner of the open trash can and swiftly fell on the ground. He grunted with annoyance and just looked at it, not bothering to get it again.

"It's not nice to litter in front of the store worker, Mello" Matt chimed in, obviously provoking a reaction from the other boy.

"I work here too, idiot," he bent to pick it up, "next time I'll throw it at you."

"Sure you will," Matt said with confidence, looking at the wrapper being properly disposed of now.

"Or, let me reiterate, I'll throw you out. Of the house." Mello threatened.

"Don't forget to leave me a pillow to sleep on while I'll be camping by the doors," Matt said while turning to head back to the store, loud enough for the both of us to hear.

I looked at Mello with a trace of smile on my face as Matt disappeared behind the store's doors, hopefully it made me seem friendlier than usual. "I'll be going too- I can't wait to finally wash my hand," I looked at the can in my grip, I did a good job of ignoring it the entirety of the conversation, but now that it was over, it seriously bugged me.

"Uhuh," he raised his brow slightly, almost as if I held toxic waste in my hand.

"So, um, bye," I said clearly, offering a polite smile. He finally showed me an ounce of expression on his face, his lips contorting into an amused smirk, which dumbfounded me. I tested my luck by asking, "what's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," he relaxed, but I noticed a glint in his eye as he spoke, "just thought you weren't able to say goodbye properly, judging by the last time you tried."

I didn't know how to react, so I just chuckled like a moron, "I- I'll make sure to do that next time." I felt like a dog who was caught trying to steal food from its owner. He did notice my weird behavior back then.

"I'd say making sure to bring a bag next time you go shopping would benefit you more," he continued to torture me with his remarks.

"Yes, alright, I get it," I defended myself, although it wasn't out of malice, rather trying to keep the mood playful and hopefully less embarrassing for me, "I'll take my leave now."

He raised his head slightly as a goodbye gesture and turned in the opposite direction, I assume heading back to his home as well.

Now I must do my shopping here again, once I save enough money to do so.

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moonastro · 1 year ago

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✦ 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓽𝓲 𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 ✦

EVERY PLANET AND THEIR VEDIC ASPECTS

Drishti is a term used in Vedic astrology to describe the planetary aspects or casts that planets have on specific houses or other planets in the birth chart. These factors are thought to be important in interpreting the overall dynamics of a person's life. In Vedic astrology, there are various sorts of drishtis, and each planet has its own set of aspects. The principal drishtis linked with each planet are as follows ↴

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𝖘𝖚𝖓 ❂- aspects 7th house away from its self

✴ While the Sun represents originality, vitality, and leadership, its aspect on the 7th house denotes an emphasis on connections and a need for recognition in the framework of partnerships.

So when studying the sun and the house that it is in, inspect the 7th house away from the house that the sun is in (house opposite).

EXAMPLE- say you have your sun in the 4th house, the sun will have an effect on the 10th house. Therefore not only will the individual have a strong emphasis with family roots, traditions etc (unless afflicted) but with the aspect with the 10th house it will expand this and can tell us that the individual might have a connection with family business, or the individuals family is a huge part of their career or success. Their individuality and leadership may come from their family traditions etc etc. (unless afflicted).

𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 ☽ - aspects the 7th house away from its self

✴ The Moon's aspect extends to the house in the birth chart that is directly opposite its position. This indicates that the Moon has an impact on the house opposite the one it is in.

EXAMPLE- if moon is in 12th house, the moon will have an affect on the 6th house. Not only will the moon will aspire 12th house characteristic (isolation, dreams, imagination) the moon (ruling emotions, comfort, intuition) will influence the 6th house (mental health, daily routines, pets also.)

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖘 ♂ - aspects 4th, 7th and 8th house away from its self

✴ Mars is a fiery and driven planet that represents energy, determination, and ambition. It governs bravery, self-assurance, and the ability to take the initiative.

While looking at mars in the natal chart, the houses that its aspect will give a deeper insight and extension of what you are looking for.

EXAMPLE- if mars is in 2nd house (of voice, stability) in your chart, mars will have an influence on the 5th (fun, confidence), 7th (equality, business) and 8th (sexuality, inheritance) house in your chart.

𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖞 ☿ - aspects 7th and 4th house away from itself

✴ Mercury rules communication, intellect, and analytical thought. It symbolises logical and sensible cognitive processes, learning, and the capacity to successfully articulate oneself.

These characteristics of mercury will also influence its aspects.

EXAMPLE- if mercury is in the 8th house (of taboo, occult), it will have relations to the 2nd house (food, ethics) and the 11th house (groups, internet).

𝖏𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗 ♃ - aspects the 5th, 7th and 9th house away from itself

✴ Jupiter is the planet of growth, intelligence, and beneficence. It symbolises greater learning, philosophy, morals, and guidance.

The influence of jupiter will occur in its drishti aspects also along with the house that its in.

EXAMPLE- if jupiter is in 10th house (career, recognition) in your natal chart. jupiter will bring luck and its other influence to the 2nd (voice, income), 4th (foundations, mother) and 6th house (service to others, hygiene) in their chart.

𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖘 ♀ - aspects the 7th house away from itself

✴ Venus represents love, beauty, art, and aesthetics. It influences romantic relationships and the appreciation of harmony.

When studying venus's traits, the drishti aspect will accommodate deeper to what you are looking into.

EXAMPLE- if venus is in 9th house (education, religion), venus will also project onto the 3rd house (sibling, writing). The individual might love to learn new religions or may love learning in general, with that they may love writing and hanging out and socialise in foreign land. They may travel a lot to visit their siblings or cousins as such. (keep in mind that afflicted placement matter and may change the interpretation).

𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 ♄ - aspects the 3rd, 7th and 10th house away from itself

✴ Saturn is the planet of structure, discipline, duty, and hard work. It governs time, constraints, and the lessons learnt from life events. Saturn is a naturally malefic planet, but its powers can also bring about maturity and wisdom.

When looking into karma or such (ruled by saturn) the houses in which the aspects are in will also influence that area of your life. Think of it like an extension. The aspects give extended information.

EXAMPLE- saturn in 8th house (transformation, spirituality) in your chart will aspect the 10th (profession, achievement recognition), 2nd (wealth, values) and 5th house (creativity, romance).

𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖚 - don't have their own aspects, however they take on the aspects in the planet that they are conjunct with.

If anyone has any questions about this don't be afraid to send an ask.

That is all my loveliesss 🌸

Thank you so much for reading this. ♠️

If you have any notes for me i would really appreciate it. (i am always learning) ꕤ

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madamenaomi · 4 days ago

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You Do Not Need Freedom.

A Micro-Managed Weekend for Devoted Submissives In Need of Structure.

Your time is not your own. Every action, every movement, every breath is dictated by structure, discipline, and obedience. This weekend is not about mindless relaxation—it is about devotion, refinement, and absolute submission to me.

Your pleasure is secondary. Your obedience is absolute. Your every minute belongs to Me.

From this Friday evening till Sunday evening, your hours are entirely mine and these are my rules.

No porn

No alcohol

No doom scrolling

Behave. Obey. Be disciplined.

Friday Night: Preparation & Submission

7:00 PM – Dinner & Kitchen Perfection

• Cook a balanced meal—but remember, presentation matters.

• Set the table as if I were watching. Every plate aligned, every utensil in its place.

• Clean up meticulously. Run your fingers along every surface to ensure perfection.

8:00 PM – Body Worship & Maintenance

• Shower, but do it slowly—let every touch remind you that your body exists for service.

• Shave if required. Smoothness should be felt, tasted, desired. If I were to lick you between your legs, I should not feel a single hair against my tongue.

• Moisturize. Your skin should be soft enough for me to touch, kiss and claimed as I see fit.

9:00 PM – Devotional Writing & Posture Training

• Write “I am devoted to Madame Naomi” 100 times in your journal. No mistakes. No rushed strokes.

• If you falter, start again.

• Practice kneeling for 15 minutes afterwards. Hands on thighs, back straight, eyes lowered.

10:00 PM – Submission & Stillness

• Sleep at the exact time instructed. Your rest is not for yourself—it is so you can serve me better.

Saturday: Structure, Control & Teasing Denial

6:30 AM – Wake Up.

• No grogginess, no hesitation. You wake up because I say so.

6:35 AM – Bed Perfection

• Make your bed as if I will be inspecting it with a cane. No wrinkles. No room for imperfection.

7:00 AM – Morning Routine & Body Discipline

• Hygiene is ritualistic. Every motion is done with care, with intent.

• Look at yourself in the mirror and say: I am owned. I am controlled. My pleasure belongs to Madam Naomi.

8:00 AM – Chores & Service with a Price

• Scrub every surface. Every inch. Imagine my fingers running along it, testing.

• Laundry must be folded like a gift, like an offering.

• Dust every surface. If you think it’s clean, check again.

• After each task, write “I exist to serve” in your journal.

10:00 AM – Denied Breakfast

• You may eat—but only after you edge yourself once and stop. No release.

• Chew slowly. Be mindful. Be controlled. No whining.

12:00 PM – Assigned Tasks & Controlled Frustration

• Follow pre-determined tasks exactly. No creativity, no shortcuts.

• If you feel frustration build, remember: you do not get to decide. Your hours do not belong to you.

• Edge twice but no finishing after tasks.

3:00 PM – Posture, Exercise.

• Complete your exercise routine gracefully. Stretch beforehand.

4:00 PM - Sweet Torment

Hold a vibrator against yourself for ten. minutes. No sound. No squirming.

• Write “My pleasure belongs to Her” twenty times.

5:00 PM – Reflection & Re-Centering

• Journal about your tasks. What did you do right? What was imperfect?

• No hands between your legs. I know you want to. But you can’t.

8:00 PM – Structured Relaxation

• Even your downtime has rules. You may read, listen, learn—but mindless distraction is forbidden.

• Kneel for 30 minutes before bed. Breathe. Obey.

Sunday: Refinement, Devotion & Final Denial

7:00 AM – Awakening with Purpose

• Open your eyes and remember: today, like every day, belongs to Me.

Make your bed. Tidy your space.

8:00 AM – Mind & Body Alignment

• Meditate. Stillness is submission.

• Stretch. Every movement should be deliberate, controlled.

9: 00 AM - Breakfast and Hydration.

Prioritize a good healthy meal. Nourish yourself for my pleasure.

9: 30 AM - Shower and dress up. Look presentable and tidy.

10:00 AM – Devotion Hour

• Write “My pleasure is Hers to grant or deny” 50 times.

• Say it aloud until you feel it settle deep in your bones.

12:00 PM – Acts of Silent Service

• Find something to do that you were not asked to do. Something to please me.

• Do it perfectly. Expect nothing in return.

3:00 PM – Final Perfection Check

• Review everything—your space, your posture, your mindset. Have you pleased me?

• Have you earned the right to be touched, to be allowed, to be praised?

8:00 PM – Submission in Stillness

• The weekend ends as it should—with quiet obedience, reflection, and an ache between your legs that reminds you who owns your pleasure.

This weekend is not yours. It is mine.

Every touch denied, every task completed, every moment of frustration is a gift. You exist to obey, to serve, to surrender.

You do not need freedom. You need structure. You need control.

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LOVING UNCLE VAL

By Rugtopper

I had debated all day whether or not I was going to talk to my uncle. When he finally came home that evening from an art exhibition, I waited until he had finished in his bedroom before I finally knocked on his bedroom door.

"Wait just a moment, Anthony. I'm in the bathroom."

I waited another minute or so and then my uncle told me to come in.

I sat down on the end of the bed and waited to say what I wanted to say while I watched my uncle. My Uncle Valentine Carminello was standing in front of his dresser mirror removing his cufflinks and button studs from his tuxedo shirt. He had removed his tuxedo pants. Even though his shirt was loose, I could clearly see his traditional athletic undershirt beneath it. He was still wearing his black thick and thin socks, his double grip sock garters, and his opera court shoes. I could also see he was wearing boxer shorts that were almost knee-length with little burgundy medallions all over them. Being Italian, he had the most luscious head of jet black hair. Although on closer inspection, it was obvious that his hair was really a toupee. As it was 1978, his toupee was the best Kanekalon fiber money could buy. It was thick and full and brushed off the forehead in an Italian pompadour. It was styled with an off-the-forehead upsweep. If you got very close you could see the mesh foundation base. I was in awe.

"Did you enjoy the art exhibition, Uncle Val?"

"It wasn't bad, Anthony. It was an eclectic mix. Now, Anthony, what is the matter with you? You have been in a mood all day long. Did you do well on that science test?"

"I made a B minus on the test, but I got an A plus on the lab work. That's not why I've been in a weird mood lately."

"Well, I'm proud of you. Now, what is wrong?"

"I don't know how to tell you."

"Well, you don't look sick. What is going on?"

I just sat there looking down, unable to really say what I really wanted to say.

"Well . . ."

I just blurted out, "I want my hair to look like yours, Uncle Val."

"Anthony, look at me. Look at my hair. Now I know that you are fully aware that my hair is not really my own hair. You are old enough to know that this is a toupee."

"I know, Uncle Val, but I love how it looks and I love you. I just want to look like you."

"Oh, Anthony I love you, too, but you are only 13 years old. You are too young for a toupee. Besides, you have nice pretty hair just like your mom had."

We just sat there for a few moments. Finally I looked up at my uncle and asked, "do you know why we were late to the funeral service?"

"That was ages ago, Anthony . You were only six. How could I remember. I don't recall that we were late for the funeral, Anthony. They were not going to start without us. I just remember how handsome you looked in your little suit."

"Uncle Val, we were late because I kept trying to make my hair look like yours. Dad always made fun of it. I didn't know when I was six what a toupee was. I just knew I liked how nice it looked."

"Anthony, your dad never liked me even before he married my sister, your mom. I didn't want them to get married, but your mom insisted on marrying him. When they started fighting, she made sure she named me as your guardian. Four months later, they had that horrible car wreck that killed them and put you in the hospital for weeks."

"I know. I don't know why I want to have hair like yours. I just would like mine to look like yours."

"Anthony, look at me." He reached up and started slowly removing his toupee. I couldn't believe how bald he was. I hadn't seen him without his toupee in a few years. He had always tried to keep me from seeing him without it. "Take a close look, Anthony. Do you really want to be like this? Does this have to do with your friends? Your friend Danny's grandfather wears a toupee, so does your friend Marty's eldest brother. Is that what this is about?"

"How do you know about them?"

"They both go to the same barber as I do. Is this what this is about?"

"Not exactly. I don't know. I just know that I'd like to have one."

"Anthony, do you really want to be bald and wear a toupee? Do you really want to put up with the snide remarks behind your back like that I get? What about swimming and roller coasters? Yeah, you can enjoy them, but there is always the fear that you might have a mishap and be embarrassed. Then there is the fact that someone might want to run their fingers through your hair someday. Do you want to have to endure that potential humiliation? I don't think you have even begun to think about what is involved with something like this."

As he finished telling me all that, he got up from the bed, took his toupee and put it on its leather wig stand on his dresser. There was a slightly longer one just beside it. He came back to the end of the bed, put on his robe, sat down, and removed his shoes, garters, and socks. He slipped on his house shoes and went to the kitchen. I followed him. He filled the kettle from the tap and got two mugs. He was going to make chamomile tea. I knew we weren't through talking.

"Anthony, you are a sweet boy, but you haven't got a clue what you think you want."

"You may be right. I guess I'm being silly, wanting my hair to look like yours."

"Of course I'm right. Now, drink your tea and tell me more about this science lab. You're a better student than I ever was. I nearly blew my science lab up when I was your age."

I went to bed that night, but I still couldn't get the idea out of my head. I decided to try talking to Uncle Val again after school. It went slightly better only because Uncle Val made a concession.

"Come here, Anthony. Put on my spare," Uncle Val said to me after I talked to him the next day. I went into his bedroom. I sat at the little built-in vanity. He took the spare toupee off its stand and put it on top of my head. It felt funny with my mop of dark wavy hair bunched up underneath it. He tried to get it to stay in place and combed it. I thought it looked great, even if I was only 13.

"So, what do you think? How does it feel?"

"I don't know. I guess I would have to get used to it like you did."

He took it off and put it back on its stand.

"I'll tell you what, Anthony. When you are older, if you need it, I will do everything to help you get one. However, if, when you graduate from high school, you still want it, whether you need it or not, I will get it for you before you go off to college. Okay?"

"Okay."

With that, I didn't discuss it with him anymore. However, the desire never faded. It only grew stronger as the months and years rolled on. As I soon discovered how to pleasure myself, I realized why I might want it. That was something I certainly couldn't tell Uncle Val.

As the school years rolled by, I adopted a few other things I liked about my uncle. He took me to buy some underclothes and a pair of garters. He thought it was funny when I dyed my dark brown hair black, but he didn't make fun of me.

The week of my high school graduation, I asked him if he remembered what he had promised me when I was only 13. I reminded him that he said that he would get me a toupee whether I needed one or not after I graduated from school. I asked him for one as a graduation present before I went off to college.

"What! Are you crazy, Anthony? Look at you. Most guys would be jealous of a head of hair like yours. Hell, I'm jealous. Why on earth would you want to get rid of it only to cover up with a cheap facsimile? It doesn't make any sense."

"You're right, Uncle Val. It doesn't make any sense. I don't understand it at all, but you promised. Will you take me to your barber next week after I graduate?"

Uncle Val just stood there . He hadn't changed much in the past six years. His toupee was just as dark and full. It was still a synthetic fiber, though I don't know what kind. He finally walked over to the phone and called his barber. He was on the phone for quite some time. When he got off the phone, he looked at me and said, "you have an appointment a week from Friday."

I know I smiled and said thank you. I probably also got a bit excited in other ways. I wasn't really thinking clearly.

Finals and graduation flew by without incident. I was 25th in my class.

When Friday came, I was excited and nervous and scared. I had no idea what was going to happen. Over the years I had gone to the barbershop with Uncle Val. I had watched him get his real hair trimmed while he sat there very bald and embarrassed. I would look at the hairpiece magazines. Sometimes I'd take a few home to look at while I played with myself. Sometimes Danny's grandfather was there. Sometimes Marty's eldest brother was there. Danny's grandfather was at least 60. His toupee was this pewter or silvery gray that was very thick. Marty's eldest brother was named Jon. He was about an inch shorter than Marty. He wore a brown toupee with a traditional left-sided part. I couldn't believe how bald he was when the barber removed his toupee to trim his fringe. Marty and I had turned 18 a few weeks apart. Jon had to have been 26 or 27. Marty never told me when Jon got his first toupee. I was going to wait and ask him myself after I got mine.

After all the customers had left, Uncle Val began talking with the barber. About ten minutes later, he motioned for me to get in the chair. He had a toupee exactly like Uncle Val's, only it was light brown. There was some gray on the sides and in the back, but none in the toupee. He began combing my hair in various directions. Finally he got these long clips and began to segment my hair. He took a pair of scissors and a narrow-toothed comb. He started giving me a regular haircut on the sides above my ears and in the back. He was extremely quick. In less than 15 minutes, he was completely done. I had a traditional businessman's haircut that would have been acceptable in any corporate setting around the globe. He put down the comb and scissors and walked to a cabinet a few feet away. He opened to reveal a dozen wig stands on three different shelves. He took two identical off the third shelf and carried them over to the ledge across from the chair from where I was sitting. They were similar in style to the barber's and Uncle Val's, but they were a dark brown like what my natural hair color had been before I dyed it.

He took the clips out of the hair on top. He got clippers, turned them on, and began removing all the hair on the top of my head. He made several passes from back to front as sheets of my dyed black hair fell onto the clear, see-through cape. With each pass, I saw more and more scalp. After the third pass, he got a small electric razor and ran it back and forth across the top of my head. I had dreamed of this moment. Now that it was finally happening, I did not know how to respond. I just sat silently in awe of my new look. He must have told me to get up because Uncle Val had to call my name and tap me on the shoulder. The barber led me to the sink. He shampooed my hair. It had an almost acrid, pungent odor. I soon discovered that it was to remove the black dye. After he applied a heavy cream conditioner to my hair and scalp, he left me with my head in the basin for almost five minutes. After he rinsed me, he applied another heavy cream, but only to the top of my scalp. It felt like my scalp was on fire. He told me this would kill the hair follicles for several weeks making it easier to wear the toupee on a day-to-day basis. When he said that I suddenly got the most uncontrollable erection I had ever had in public. Tipped backward in that chair, there was no way to hide it. The barber just smiled and made a comment about me being like my uncle. After he rinsed the depilatory from my scalp, he led me back to the barber's chair. I got a good look at the new me. I was bald. I was almost as bald as Uncle Val. I didn't look 18. I didn't know how old I looked, but it wasn't anything like a teenager should look.

The fitting, and the cutting, and the styling took quite some time. Despite his swiftness, it took over an hour to "cut-in" both of my new hairpieces. He dealt with both exactly the same way. There was very little styling involved. They were mesh based just like Uncle Val's. There was a perimeter of hardened plastic where the barber applied a heavy double-sided tape. He used thinning shears to taper and blend the sides and back into the fringe hair. He never trimmed the main body of my new toupees. Lastly, he rolled this machine over and plugged it in. It looked like a portable IV drip that you would see in the hospital except this had a huge two gallon container at the bottom full of water with a hose attached to something that looked like it came off a vacuum cleaner. He told me it was a steamer that is used for clothes, but it worked well on hairpieces. He turned it on. In less than two minutes, steam was coming out of the hose. He took the vacuum cleaner attachment in his hand and with a brush began styling my new hair. I could feel my toupee ever so slightly lift as he used the steamer and the brush to "shape" my new hair into the same style he and Uncle Val also had.

When he finished with the second toupee, he put the spare wig on its stand and the other empty stand in two sacks. Uncle Val paid and we left the barbershop. Uncle Val had me place the sacks in his trunk. When we got into the car, he looked over at me and said, "well, Anthony, is it everything you thought it would be?"

I didn't really know what to say or what he expected me to say. Finally, I looked in the vanity mirror at my new hair.

"I like how it looks, but it feels different than what I had expected it to feel like. I'm also slightly nervous because I'm actually bald underneath my new toupee."

"Well, you said this is what you wanted. You better plan on wearing it for a very long time. I don't want you to leave the house without it taped to your head. Do you understand me? So, are you ready to face the public as a young man in a rug?"

"What?"

"I thought I'd take you out to dinner. I know graduation was last week, but I think you need to get used to wearing it out in public as soon as possible. Danny and his grandfather, Tom, and Jon and Marty are meeting us at the restaurant. Danny and Marty were at the barbershop earlier this morning. I think they will want you to see their new look, and they will want to see your new look, as well."

I just turned and stared at my uncle and finally said, "I love you, Uncle Val!"

"I know, Anthony. I love you, too."

Six handsome men of various ages sat around a huge table at a popular local steakhouse in 1984. It was no different than other people eating out on any given night, except these six men all shared an uncommon, but fairly obvious secret. Sadly, they were also oblivious to the fact that most anyone with basic observation skills could deduce that special secret.

#hair replacement for men #toupee for men #cheap toupee #voluntary bald fringe #male transformation #sock garters #boxer shorts #a-shirt #men's tank tops

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