#Patricia Belli

[linkerarts]

Patricia Wagon (Mighty Switch Force) dressed as my favorite 1/2 Genie, Shantae 😊

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Dressed to Kill 1946

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

Btw I do think dogs should have middle names. My poodle was Princess Aurora, and my chihui was Ellie Patricia Jelly Belly

[rainylana]

“I don’t like the way I look.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

requested by anonymous

summary: your insecurities of your postpartum body finally come out.

warnings: postpartum, insecurities about the readers body, lots of tears, language, angst, eddie cries. i’m not a mother nor have i ever been pregnant, so i hope i did this justice.

You were one of those people who were extremely confident in their looks. You knew you were hot. You had hair girls were jealous of, and a figure, too. You had beautiful green eyes that looked gold in the sun. Pale skin that made your jaw line sharp and features prominent.

Eddie liked having you that way. He loved your confidence and everything about you. However the day you had your baby, it all changed. The nine months of pregnancy went by smoothly. You’d obviously put on an enormous amount of baby weight, but you had assumed you’d drop it once the baby was born. You weren’t, and no matter how little food you ate or how much exercise you did, you couldn’t get it off. Besides, you didn’t have time to really put in the work for dieting, not healthily, anyways. Not with a baby.

You loved your daughter. There was no question in that, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself, or anyone, that you now hated how you looked. You had a pouch in your belly that you’d never had before, the skin on your sides had turned to love handles, your legs still stolen. You cried yourself to sleep so many times during the night, watching your daughter sleep. Little Patricia Munson. Patty.

You were good at hiding it. Eddie had no suspicion of your struggles. Nobody did. Only you and the mirror.

Motherhood suited you. To Eddie and your friends, you were glowing. You were so good with your baby. You knew how to get her to calm down, to sleep peacefully through the night. Having a child was a new kind of love you never thought one person was capable of feeling. Eddie loved watching you with her, the way you held her and sang to her. He was absolutely mesmerized when you breastfed her.

You looked like you could do it all with a crown on top of your head, and nobody knew just how badly you were feeling.

Tonight was a particularly bad night and you had no idea why. You were sat in the rocking chair of Patty’s nursery, holding her in your arms and softly patting her. She’d been asleep for quiet some time, but you weren’t ready to put her down. It was almost one in the morning, and you knew Eddie would wake up soon and wonder where you were.

The room was dark, besides the Winnie the Pooh nightlight that illuminated an orange glow around the room, plastic stars stuck up on the ceiling for extra light.

You were humming lightly, your finger sweeping over her swirl of dark hair. She was only seven weeks old, and every day she looked more and more like Eddie. You didn’t think it was exactly fair, considering you were the one who carried her for nine months, but you couldn’t deny how cute it was having a mini Eddie in your arms.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your voice breaking mid hum at the disapproving picture you received. Your face used to be so slim. And though it hadn’t changed dramatically as the rest of your body, you missed it what everything used to look like. You knew you should love your body, considering what it did to make little Patty, but you feared what Eddie thought of you now.

Sex with him hadn’t faltered or was forgotten. On the contrary. It had done nothing but flourish since you had your baby, but have the time you had to force yourself to cum, thinking nothing about the pleasure and only if he was judging you the way you judged yourself.

Soon enough, you heard the bed squeak in the other room and his feet hit the floor. You sniffled, wiping your stray tear quickly before he could find you.

His head of dark curls, white shirt and boxers decorating his body came wondering in the room, smiling sleepily when he quietly came over to you. You smiled up at him, puckering your lips for a kiss. He kissed you, then bent down to give his baby girl a soft kiss on the forehead. He tapped her little nose and grinned, chuckling softly.

You knew what he was thinking. I can’t believe she’s mine. You smiled, too.

He stifled a yawn and brought over the other rocking chair and sat in front of you, leaning back so he could get comfortable. “I’ll sit with her for awhile, darlin’. Why don’t you go to bed?”

“No.” You shook your head, smiling at him briefly. “I can’t sleep, anyways.”

Eddie thought this was when you were the most beautiful, holding his baby. You were both his babies. “I can’t believe she’s ours sometimes.” He admitted tiredly, trying to wake himself up. “I never thought I could love someone so small so much.”

“I know.” You nodded. “It’s scary sometimes.”

It was. Loving someone so much. You knew your life would be over if anything were to ever happen to her.

“I’d do anything for her.” Eddie said, his curls a pillow between his head and the wood of the rocking chair as he lay back comfortably watching the two of you.

“I know.” You said once again, full of emotion. You didn’t want to cry, but hearing Eddie talk about how much he loved her got you emotional, especially because you wondered if he loved you as much as he used to. “Me too.” A lone tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek and dropping onto your bare knee. It was so quick you hoped he hadn’t noticed it. You were wrong.

“Hey,” Eddie perked up. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You sighed heavily. “I’m alright.”

“But you’re cryin’, angel.” He frowned, sitting up in his seat to lean over closer. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You gave a firm nod, but your voice broke, betraying what you had just said.

He gave you a look before glancing down at your daughter. “I think you’re tired, honey. Why don’t you-”

“I’m not tired.” You said firmly, looking up to him with glassy eyes. “I just want to be alone.”

He chalked it up to your hormones being out of control and nodded, offering a quiet ‘alright’ as he shut the nursery door behind him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a hushed sob, bringing Patty closer to your chest. You laid your head against her’s, giving her a crying kiss. She barely even stirred.

You weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, because Eddie was back within seconds, coming to squat down beside you and gently take the baby from your arms. He shushed her softly and placed her down in her crib before turning back to find you missing.

He found you outside on the porch, sobbing like you had a broken heart, arms crossed and holding your body like you’d break at any second. It was starting to sprinkle, but you didn’t care. You knew if you woke up Patty this late it would take you forever to get her back to sleep.

“Baby,” Eddie said sadly, coming up behind you. “What’s got you so upset?” He didn’t touch you, a hand only ghosting the fabric that covered your back.

“I’m fine.” You said through sobs, the air cold and bitter against your skin. You only had on a long t-shirt, but the trailer court had all turned in for the night. “Go back to bed.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not without you.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, wishing he could leave your pity party for you and you only. He wouldn’t understand how you were feeling, and worst off, maybe your fears were true. You didn’t want to know the truth. Did he still find you attractive? Did he still enjoy sex? Did he still love you as much even though you weren’t skinny?

“Eddie, please,” You turned around, tears running down your face, red and blotchy. “Go back to bed.”

He stared at you, frowning and brows knitted in concern. “You know I can’t do that. We made a promise, remember?”

Damn it. He always threw down that card.

After vecna, you both were broken shells of what you once used to be. Everyone was. You made him promise you he wouldn’t shut down. He had to talk when his heart was aching, and in return, you promised the same. You promised to talk when your heart ached, and right now, it was.

You sighed, nodding softly. You did remember, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about. You quickly turned around to hide your fresh set of tears, biting your tongue. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It might make you feel better.” He moved to stand directly beside you, leaning against the wood railing that was growing damp from the light rain. “Please, honey. Talk to me.”

You sniffled and looked away from his stare. “I’m scared of what you’ll say. I don’t know if I want the answer.”

“Answer to what?” He said confused. “Baby- just tell me, okay? I promise whatever it is, it’ll work itself out.”

But would it? Would you ever be as beautiful as you used to be? Would you ever be skinny, never have to worry about what you ate? That’s all you thought of now, worrying about what you put in your mouth. You were petrified of gaining more weight.

“I don’t like the way I look.” You finally said crying, looking over at him. “There, okay? I don’t like the way I look. I look in the mirror and I’m just disgusted with what I see.”

His eyes were wide. You had shocked him. His brows were creased and he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I love Patty.” You sobbed. “But I hate what being pregnant did to me and I feel so guilty for feeling that way. I’m not beautiful anymore and I miss it.” Your voice broke deeply, crackling like tv static that couldn’t get a proper signal. “I don’t feel pretty for you and I’m scared that you think it too.”

“Okay, wait,” He’d heard enough, speaking quickly as he straightened himself taller. “I don’t- y/n, you’re talkin’ crazy.”

“Am I?” You retorted. “Because the mirror doesn’t lie, Eddie.” You stood your ground. You were right and Eddie wasn’t going to sweet talk you out of the truth. Facts were facts. “I’m not beautiful anymore and you know it. Stop lying to me!”

“Y/n, what the hell-” He backed away. “You’re putting words in my mouth. I’ve never said anything like that to you ever. Where is all of this coming from?” He shook his head in absolute disbelief, trying to be calm and rational to understand where you were coming from. A part of him wondered if it was just a hormonal, postpartum outburst, but your tears and attitude told him otherwise.

“You didn’t!” You snapped. “But you don’t have to. I know. I look at myself in the mirror every day and wonder if you’re attracted to me anymore. I don’t look like how I used to.” You were bawling, snot leaking from your nose and eyes bloodshot red. Your hair was starting to get wet from the rain.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Eddie argued back, his sense of cool becoming too hard to handle. He couldn’t stand to hear you talk so negatively about yourself. “You are you and it doesn’t matter what you look like. You just had a baby, sweetheart. You’re obviously not going to loose all the weight overnight. You’re being too hard on yourself.” He tried to speak soothingly to calm your cries, his hands holding your elbows, head dipping down like he was speaking to a child.

“And even if you don’t,” He continued. “I’m going to love you just the way you are because you’re the mother of my child.” His hands went up to your shoulders. “You gave me the greatest gift of my life, darlin’,” To your surprise, his eyes teared up.

“Please,” He pulled you in to hold you. “Don’t think like that, baby, please. I can’t bear to hear you talk like that.” His voice broke, a guilt sinking into your heart that made you feel foolish.

“I’m sorry.” You rushed, wrapping your hands around his back. “I’m sorry.” You found yourself saying, desperate to keep him from crying.

You realized then, how wrong you were. Because if he thought the things you thought of yourself, he wouldn’t be out here in the rain with you, holding you close, crying, over what you had said. You realized then, just how much he loved you.

[noirandchocolate]

I had a delightful time with this mission because I had a better chance to run around Kohga and watch him do stuff and catch him in some silly poses without Sooga and-or 4+ Blademasters simultaneously trying to wreck my shit.

“What’s with this sassy…lost child?”

*casts arcane spells on the 12-year-old*

Pose as a team cause shit just got real!

*does a bi little run that pisses you off*

Patricia! Slap that belly!

Get on the floor, old man!

Wait.

Wait shit what are you doi—

GHOST ARMY.

[taxonomicons]

More What We Do In The Shadows episodes that I wish existed [ Part 2 ]

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Breaking Bat

Colin Robinson desperately wants the ability to turn into a bat and creates a drug that will allow him to transform. After it’s success he finds himself commanding an army of energy vampire junkies. Laszlo goes undercover as an energy vampire to rescue him.

Turn of the Century

The vampires prepare to celebrate the new century without knowing it passed years ago. While Guillermo attempts to find 2000s decorations the vampires start turning humans left and right in celebration, conveniently skipping over their familiar.

No Bark All Bite

The gang visit the Staten Island Aquarium to rescue a fish they befriended on the immigration boat. What they fail to tell Guillermo is that their goldfish is a 500 pound hammerhead shark.

Colin, Robin, and Sons

Colin quits his job and tries to run his own family business. In doing so he must pretend to be every member of his fake family with wigs and costumes. Guillermo takes on the role of stage manager.

Hemogoblins

A gang of motorcycle vampires who call themselves the “HemoGoblins” attempt to recruit Nadja. She refuses until she realizes she knows their leader Esme from her village (and her first kiss).

Beating a Dead Horse

Sean invites the boys to bet on horse racing unaware of Nandor’s equestrian sensitivity. Nandor falls in love with a new steed, Peanut Butter Patricia, to fill the hole in his heart left by his dead battle horse.

Live, Laugh, Shove

When Nandor is jokingly pushed off a roof he launches a Sherlock style investigation with Guillermo as Watson. Laszlo is jealous that Nandor gets to be lead detective and launches his own investigation.

King of Hearts

The coveted Glass Coffin Disco is equivalent to vampire prom. When Nandor and Guillermo are nominated for Coffin Kings both try to convince the attendees they are not together. Nadja and Laszlo swap outfits. Repeatedly.

The Jelly Belly Factory

It’s Guillermo’s turn to pick an outing and he chooses the Jelly Bean Factory to try and get back at the vampires. The plan backfires when it’s revealed that jelly beans are the one human food a vampire can safely consume.

Alpha Alpha Alpha

Before Laszlo was in the gentlemen’s society he was a member of the first fraternity, Alpha Alpha Alpha. Nandor wants to join which gives Laszlo the ultimate power move, hazing.

[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Nursing (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You decide to have your mother-in-law come and give a lecture to your class, but woe to the heckler who incurs her wrath

Tagging: @floydsmuse Meggy, I hope you're good with it, but the entire time I wrote this I was picturing Emma from White Christmas as Patricia and could literally hear her voice as I wrote it (lol).

Warnings: Pregnancy, college admin being a sexist moron, misogynistic remarks, etc.

"You nervous Pat?" you asked as the three of you made your way towards the science buildings on campus.

"Not in the least (y/n)," Pat answered confidently. "I've had to give numerous lectures in the past and have yet to face one that I couldn't do. How about yourself? How are things?"

"I'm tired," you answered.

"I tried that home remedy you suggested the other day Ma," Calvin answered. "The one with the raw ginger?"

"Did it help with the morning sickness?" Pat asked.

"Morning sickness, yes but the fatigue is a different story," Cal said.

"A mug full of chamomile tea in the morning will do you good," Patricia explained. "Did it with every single one of my kids and it hasn't failed me since."

The three of you had at last arrived at Franklin Hall, a tall, imposing gothic monstrosity of a building that looked more like a medieval church than a reputable college institution. Here was where the science classes were all held, chemistry, biology, anatomy and physiology as well as the nursing courses that you taught.

"You gonna be able to make it this afternoon?" you asked Calvin as he handed Six-Thirty and his leash off to you.

"I'll make it," Calvin promised. "Dr. Powers and I will both be there after our classes get out at twelve. But after that I need you down to the cafeteria so you can get something to eat. I don't want you faint in the middle of the lecture."

You chuckled and kissed your husband, even as Six-Thirty nudged your belly with his nose. "Now you knock that off," you told the dog. "That's Daddy's job."

Calvin smiled as he gave you one last hug, his hands trailing to the slightly evident bump that had shown up overnight. He couldn't feel the baby kicking quite yet, but you knew that when he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

"Good luck Sweetpea," he said, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "I'll see you at noon."

"I'll see you then."

Cal pulled open the heavy oak and iron doors, letting you, Six-Thirty and his mother in first before he followed you both down the hall. He headed straight for the chemistry labs with Dr. Powers while you and Pat headed for the anatomy lecture room.

Your girls were all awaiting in the room, each one in their lab coats, chattering away as you and Pat took yours from the rack. "Good morning ladies," you chirped.

"GOOD MORNING PROFESSOR EVANS!" they chimed in.

"Alright ladies," you announced, taking your place in the lecture pit. "We've got our demonstration today at noon and to prepare, I've brought a little guest to help. So without further adieu, I present to you all, my mother-in-law, Patricia Evans."

"Thank you sweetheart," Patricia said, taking her place at the stand. "Alright ladies, none of the usual bullshit this morning. Lets get down to business....."

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"So am I technically doing this right?" the eighteen year old asked Calvin.

"Yep, you're good," Calvin assured him. "Just let it drip into the beaker and let it do its thing."

Calvin absolutely loved working with the eager, fresh-faced students who had come from all the local high schools in the area. To him it meant being able to get back to basics, to go back to the roots of chemistry and to teach them from the ground up. He loved when they got creative with their notebooks, drawing colorful pictures and diagrams and experimented with their handwriting. Any other professor would have turned their noses up at it, but Calvin and Anthony Powers absolutely loved it.

"Hey Professor Evans?"

"What's up Frank?"

"Remind me again what color the fluids are supposed to be again after they've boiled?"

"It's supposed to be pale pink," Calvin answered. "What color is it now?"

"It's a dark pink."

"Let it go another five to ten minutes but no more than that," Calvin instructed.

He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was ten minutes till noon. As soon as he had the chance, Calvin ordered everyone to clean up and to put their experiments in the glass cabinets until tomorrow. He dropped his lab coat in the laundry and made his way down to the other end of the wing, eager to hear and see your demonstration.

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"..........Now these particular tests are quite easy, but determining the results can be a real hassle," Patricia explained to the audience. "Back in the day you wouldn't have thought to test the patient's blood at all and half the time you'd wait until really, truly, severe symptoms appeared......."

"Your mother's a knowledgeable lady that's for sure," Dr. Powers remarked to Calvin, the two of them sitting higher up from the pit.

"Knowledgeable isn't even the half of it," Calvin whispered back to him. "You should see when she really gets going."

"Now after the blood test has been done," Patricia continued to explained. "It's best to continue the treatment as is, until further notice or until the results come in and then determine the course of action therewith."

"Sounds like a brilliant plan," someone in the crowd spoke. "Coming from a woman."

The entire room fell so silent one would have been able to hear a dog whistle. "I'm sorry?' Patricia enquired.

"It just seems funny to me to think that you know more than the doctors on this campus," the grey-haired young man said to her. "After all, nursing is one of the lesser sciences."

Calvin wide-eyed and made a face, Dr. Powers groaning and running his hands over his chubby, round face. "Oh no, he didn't," Powers groaned.

"Brace yourself, this shitshow's about to get worse," Calvin warned him under his breath.

You and Patricia glanced at each other, your mother-in-law noticing the way your jaw clenched and how your posture stiffened.

"Young man do you work here?" she asked.

"Well......yes but I....."

"And to what department do you belong?" Patricia questioned sharply.

"Well, the medical arts," the young man replied. "You see I had studied at the Harvard Medical College and......."

"Oh and Ivy Leaguer huh?" Patricia said. "Tell me now, have you ever stitched up a man with shrapnel flying around you in all directions?"

"No I......."

"Have you ever had to repair a torn aorta in a tent before?"

"No I......"

"What about trenchfoot?" Patricia questioned again. "Ever had to deal with any of that?"

"No ma'am I......"

"Then I wouldn't consider you much of a doctor in that case," Patricia scoffed.

"Now ma'am you see here for a moment!"

"Young man, I had to earn my stripes in the middle of a shelled out church in France, rearraigning men's guts day after day while everywhere else was having the living daylights pounded out of them," Patricia snapped. "So until you yourself have been there, I suggest you sit up a little straighter, keep your legs crossed, shut your mouth and mind your own business!"

The young man cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, as did everyone else including Six-Thirty who was in the corner at your feet. Not a single soul in that lecture hall dared to make another snide comment to Patricia Evans or to you.

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"Well that went a little better than expected," Patricia commented as you, her and Cal made your way up the little brick path to the house. "Although I could've done without Mr. Ivy Leaguer there making those snide remarks."

"I saw him cross his legs the minute you snapped Ma," Calvin chuckled, unlocking the door.

"My apologies, but the damn fool had it coming," Patricia remarked. "Besides, if that had been your father, he would have said things that would have Ulysses S. Grant himself rolling over in his grave."

"Or blushing in most cases," you chuckled.

You both entered the house, the place warm and cozy as ever with the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. One could say whatever they liked about Henry Evans Jr., but the man was a damn good cook.

Henry and Pat both conversed about the happenings of the day while you and Cal enjoyed their company. All of you laughed at the lecture incident, but when Calvin looked at you and mouthed a silent "I love you", you couldn't help but lean into him, one arm round you and the warmth of your husband surrounding you.

[the-sun-falls-like-a-guillotine]

admittedly, I just love feedism content in general, but the reason I love it so much in TMA fanworks is because The Magnus Archives is about hunger.

it's about thirst — bloodthirst (MAG112, MAG176), thirst for knowledge (MAG92, The Eye) — and hunger — hunger for power (Jonah Magnus), statement withdrawal (MAG148), feed your patron or it will feed on you (MAG89, MAG184). Any food and drink mentioned are often corrupted, whether literally, by memories, or by paranoia, like the human teeth apple from the anatomy students in MAG34, or the oolong tea offered by Also Martin in MAG186, or when Martin offers Jon a sandwich and Jon is so suspicious that he actually comes to the canteen to make sure it isn't tampered with (MAG53).

one of the only actual physical descriptors we get of Jon is scrawny (MAG185), so there's something very satisfying to me about relationship weight; about him recovering from years of deprivation and neglect; about a squidgy little belly in the palm of Martin's hand when he spoons in behind him. the thought of Jon and Martin safe and happy and healthy and together delights me, be it curled up on the sofa with tea and a bun, or making soup, or going out for ice cream.

I love the idea of Jon's much-improved appetite still not quite stretching to finishing his plate and he always insists that Martin finishes it without so much as one guilt-tinged word because he looks so ridiculously gorgeous when he's full, one big broad hand resting contentedly on the crest of his belly; or that scene I still have to work in somewhere where Martin catches Jon engrossed in their own reflection, studying the little roll of chub that now swells out over the waistband of their boxers, and Martin begins to panic because when he does that, his mind is loud and swarming with the voices of his mother, of other kids in the school playground, of the shitty men he settled for because he just wanted to be touched: oh, don't wear that top, Patricia, it makes you look fat; my mum has big tummy like you but there's a baby in hers; sorry, I don't think I can go through with this. I don't like girls and your hips are just... too wide. but Jon just turns to him and smiles with sparkling eyes and says I look... loved.

I'm also working on a polychives au where the worm bites across his back and shoulders restrict Tim's movement so working out isn't really an option anymore, and one by one all his coping mechanisms fall through leaving only food. the weight begins to pile on, stretch marks spreading like lightning across his belly, his chest, his hips, and for a time he feels so horribly conflicted about it because it feels good, but it doesn't feel like himself in any way that he's used to. then Sasha tells him in no uncertain terms how much she likes it, and once a miscommunication is sorted with Martin, and Jon begrudgingly agrees to try the four of them being together, he starts to love his swelling belly, his puffy little tits, every bit as much as they do.

I love love LOVE picturing Tim with this big lovedrunk smile, absolutely boneless in a cuddle puddle as he jokes that he should get a ouija board planchette tattooed around his belly button because of how often they each have a hand on his pudgy belly, like they all do now.

just... the softest of soft recovery and comfort against the cruelty of the original work.

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (5)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) 5 (6)

You kiss her awaiting lips, kneeling between her legs. As the two of you embrace, your hand sneaks its way to her opening, teasing once more.

Kitten leans her head back and groans, “Oh, get on with it! I’m quite ready, (Y/N).”

“Just making sure…” you smile softly, and grab the strap from the base, leading it to her.

You slowly tease her entrance with the tip, causing her to gasp quietly.

“Ready, doll?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?”

She bites her lip, and relaxes as you enter her. You stare at the way her body takes you, feeling how tight she is.

“Oh, (Y/N)...” she moans, and moves to grab your guiding hand for support.

“You look so saintly, my Kitten,” you fully sheathe inside of her, stilling.

“More than you know, dear,” she grins widely with eyes delicately shut, “You can move now.”

She moves her hand back as you reach for purchase, ready to please. You begin to move into her, bringing out delicious noises. Your confidence grows by the minute.

“Taking me so well, my good girl,” you fuck into her at a steadily growing pace, watching her expressions for any sign of discomfort. Her eyes open, and they seem almost glazed over in utmost pleasure.

“All for you, (Y/N), you’re treating me so good,” she grinds back into you, stuttering the rhythm, but evoking a high-pitched whine as it hits the right spot inside of her.

You take note, and lean over her further to hit that spot again.

“Right there, yes, oh!”

Her nails move to scratch down your back, causing you to groan in pleasure. You lean even further to kiss her, teeth and tongue clashing. If there was blood drawn, neither of you noticed.

You moan into each other’s mouths, with her constant chanting of ‘more’ and ‘please.’

Kitten’s body, glistening with sweat, undulates along with yours, the two of you never separating for more than a millisecond. Her hands are all over the place, grabbing either you or the sheets. The so meticulously styled blonde curls became frizzy, and stuck to her damp skin. You wanted to lick her clean, or make her sweat even more.

Your eyes dance over her movements, without once stopping yours. The way she took you was hypnotic, almost siren-like. What a minx she is. A particularly desperate whimper catches your attention, and you smile down at her.

She looks at you with lidded eyes, almost completely fucked out, “Touch me, please, love. I’m so close, ah!”

“Anything for you, good girl.”

You ghost your hand over her length, and it somehow seems to respond to that. Touching from base to tip, her hips thrust upwards suddenly, accompanied by a cry. You don’t yet stop your teasing, and you circle her tip with your finger. It was so warm and wet, you had to taste.

She watches as you suck on your finger, and moans.

“Please!”

Finally giving in, you fist it along with your hard thrusts. Her body begins to tremble.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, God, yes! (Y/N)!”

Kitten comes apart in your hands, and you continue to touch her all the way through the orgasm. She moans and moans, eyes fluttering at the overstimulation and the way you’re still deep inside her.

She grabs your wrist, stopping your borderline torture. Her chest rises and falls, and she laughs, “Good lord.”

“You did so well, Kitten. So, so well,” You move your hands to caress her thighs, “How are you feeling?”

“Spectacular, (Y/N).”

As you’re pulling out, she winces at the change. You undo the various straps before kneeling in front of her again. She looks at you, confused, until you begin to lap at her release, still sitting on her tip and stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You smirk as you hear her various noises, but you have a job to do. Your tongue dips into her belly button, leaving no nook and/or cranny uncleaned. She moans at your ministrations, her hands digging into your hair.

“God, that’s enough, love, ah!”

“All clean now.”

You kiss her, and wipe the sticky sweat away from her forehead. She giggles into the kiss, pulling you on top of her, “Beautiful girl.”

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes, heartbeats having calmed since her climax.

“You’ve all but tuckered me out, I don’t know if I can ever fuck again.” You whisper into her mouth, jokingly.

“That best not be the case, because once I’m ready to go again, I may have a surprise you might like.”

Your eyebrow raises, “Oh, is that so, Miss Kitten?”

She nods, “You’re gonna love it,” and pulls you back in for a tongue-filled kiss.

[justanamesstuff]

Omg could you do a blurb on matty and reader taking Amelia to glasto 🥹🥹 and they’re all dancing and he’s introducing her to people and stuff

A/N: hello, so sorry this one took me so long! Thanks for sending this idea...so cute ♥ I hope you like it!

At the rented place

Y/n was waiting, sitting on the big couch that occupied almost all the space in the living room of the house they rented. Matty insisted on it since Amelia and Y/n --in the 6th month of her 2nd pregnancy--would be more comfortable than in a hotel room.

The baby moved around, kicking a little inside her belly. Y/n left her phone aside, looking down with a relaxed smile.

"Are you excited for Glasto, my sweet boy?" she asked softly, and he pushed his little feet to one of the sides, stretching out Y/n's skin just a little. "Me too." Y/n replied, touching her belly in circles.

Matty made his way out of the main room, holding Amelia closer to his right hip. Her father was in charge of her outfit that day: a onesie made of a light cloth, a pair of cute shoes matching it and a big white hat. The weather was going to be hot, so Matty made sure his baby was comfortable enough.

Y/n admired them, their outfits almost matching. She was sure he didn't plan it.

Her boyfriend was wearing one of his signature white shirts --only a few buttons holding it together in the middle of his chest--, his tattoos picking from behind it; linen trousers and the horrible shoes he insisted were comfortable enough to walk around all day. His curls were free, no gel this time, making Y/n desperate to run her hands through them. He looked good.

Even though, when his eyes meet hers, Y/n knew something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, while Matty let Amelia ran around free.

"Nothin'" he rubbed his hands, uncomfortable. He didn't want to disturb his girlfriend.

Y/n pushed her body up, far from the couch, going to touch the hairs falling on his forehead. Matty closed his eyes, letting some air out. His hands instantly went to her hips.

"You can tell me, baby." Y/n whispered for him.

Matty hesitated for a minute, and then exclaimed, "I'm nervous...it's her first big festival and..." he stopped his mind from going to dark places.

"Hey." Y/n called him, placing her hand on his rough cheek --he didn't feel the urge to shave and she was loving it--. "Mel is going to be alright."

"I know, I know. I- I fear she gets nervous with all that people around, some are going to recognize me...and you-" Matty stopped moving his hands up to touch the growing belly.

"The four of us are going to be fine, okay?" Y/n searched for his eyes. Matty nodded, biting his lower lip.

Y/n pushed his face closer to her neck, rubbing his back, trying to soothe him a bit more.

"How do you feel?" he asked, moving back a little.

"I'm feeling wonderful. I have the most carrying partner and father of my babies...how could I feel bad, huh?" she teased.

"I love you." he mumbled pecking her slowly.

"I love you too, my love."

"Okay, let's go before I regret it all..." Matty went to pick Amelia up again, not looking how Y/n rolled her eyes a little.

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At the festival

Matty watched in awe how Amelia was mesmerised by all the colours and flags. He can tell she was having a great time pointing everywhere. She was trying to communicate it all and even when he got half of it, he was happy to witness her be so happy. All he needed was to see her, Y/n and the baby boy coming all happy.

"Daddy, 'ook." she pointed far from them, someone wore a very colourful outfit.

"I see, baby." he said, kissing her cheek.

"Mommy?" Amelia suddenly asked.

"Mommy's here." Y/n said coming with Patricia from the loo.

They had met with Matty's friend as soon as they arrived, and she kindly offered multiple times to carry Mel, brought food or even walk with Y/n to the bathroom every time she required.

"Pat!" Amelia jumped inside Matty's embrace, trying to get closer to Patricia.

"Hey, mel-mel." she greeted her in her arms.

Matty went to hug Y/n, sneaking his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder, while they looked at Patricia and Amelia interact.

"How are you?" he checked for the hundred time during the few hours they spent at the festival up to that point.

"Same as 15 minutes ago." she squeezed his hands on top of her belly. Matty chuckled on her neck, kissing her skin. "How are you feeling? Still anxious?" Y/n tried not to shout too loud.

"I'm alright now. Mel is having a great time."

"I told you." Y/n rested her head back on his shoulder.

"Mommy is always right."

"Mhm."

Patricia turned around, looking at her friends, "Should we get closer to the stage?" she inquired.

"Yeah, sure."

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Watching (insert your favourite artist) perform

Amelia was back in her daddy's arms. She was giggling very loud, even though the even louder music covered it. Matty was moving her around, making Y/n and Patricia laugh because of the little one.

He sang a part of the song, tickling her a little. She tried to follow his words as best as she could.

When a softer song start, Matty rocked Amelia slowly from side to side. It was getting late for his daughter, and after the day they had, it was reasonable that she ended up falling asleep on his embrace.

Matty kissed the crown of her head. The sight made Y/n cried a little, so Matty placed his right arm around her shoulders. Patricia dared to snap a quick picture of them.

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Leaving the festival

Patricia and Y/n walked a few feet further from Matty carrying Amelia --still asleep--, talking about all the shows they got to see during the day and Amelia's antics.

"Matty!" a woman shouted from behind him. The three grown-ups turned around looking for the person.

A couple with a baby approached them.

"Sorry to bother you..."

"Hello." Matty replied, smiling.

"We just wanted to say we are big fans of the band and you, of course." the man interfered this time

"Thanks mate, means a lot!" Matty moved Amelia a little, his arms were getting sore and tired from all the holding but he only had to resist for an hour or two more.

"This is little Mel?"

"Yeah, sorry...she's exhausted."

"Oh, please don't! Little one here is about to copy her." just in time, the little boy rubbed his eyes. "Well, we don't want to hold you back! Thanks for making such good music."

"You're welcomed." Matty joked, making them laugh.

After a quick set of goodbyes, Matty, Y/n, Amelia and Patricia continued their way out after a fun and successful day.

[orionchildofhades]

steddie swapping soulmate au part 5

part 1 |[...]| part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | Ao3

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when he wakes once more, Eddie is back in his body.

he knows because he is not hurting. and thats something.

he shift in his bed, enjoying the lack of aches and thinking over the previous day.

now that his mind is not as hazy, he tries to put the informations he learned in order. he wants to keep everything in, and make sure he understands his soulmate.

for a second he lets himself dream of waking up in his soulmates bed once more. but with his soulmate. with this person, his person, by his side. and it's stupid because they are fifteen, and Eddie is sixteen and they probably won't meet until much later when they both, hopefully, would have moved out.

he frowns. he didn't learn much though.

they can't see well, and they have a big bed in a big room in what is probably a big house.

and that's it.

I mean, they're also sick but that's only temporary, he adds, unless it's not? maybe they have, like, some disease?

he panicks for a second, not sure to be able to just leave their soulmate alone at home while suffering, everyday at every hour, without even company

he breath a little, reminding himself that both of them will be fine and that there is pretty much nothing he can do at the moment.

but it's okay. it's alright because he knows he has a soulmate know and he can carefully plan their wedding while acting cool and collected on the outside.

all thoughts are cut off when Wayne barges into his room, in very un-Wayne fashion.

"Patricia?" Eddie asks, trying to come back to earth from his little daydream

"What? No, son, why didn't you tell me you swapped? I just read over Patricia's note!"

"Patricia met my soulmate?" he jumped out of bed and almost fell over the pile of book that was not there the previous day. or the day before that perhaps.

"Yeah, and barely said nothing about them! she wrote, and I quote, 'it seems to me that Eddie has a very nice soulmate and I hope I'll can spend the day with them sometime again soon'" Wayne said before looking up from the paper he held in one hand.

Eddie on the other hand was walking to his own desk where he looked for a couple of books, which were now in the pile by his bed, before coming back and checking more titles. he could swear the last one was at the bottom of his laundry basket last time he checked. which had been a while, admittedly.

"I think Patricia and my soulmate cleaned my room..." he told Wayne with big eyes, full of both wonder, and terror.

seeing how clean and peaceful his other half's room had been, he couldn't muster the will to wonder about what his soulmate thought of him and the mess - organised mess!- of his bedroom.

with something akin to pity and understanding behind his eyes, Wayne nodded once, "that's tough kid, but at least they made cookies?" he said with a shrug before leaving the room

it's only once Eddie got back in his room, done with mopping about being shamed in his own space, and his belly filled with the delicious cookies Patricia had baked, that he saw the small note on his bedside table.

he was thinking over the fact that his soulmate had cooked him something, relishing in the addition of the sweet taste of cinnamon in the usual recipe, before he made a go for the furniture and took with careful hands, almost worshipping, the tiny piece of paper.

sorry you had to go through my flu, I didn't touch under your bed (that's personal), I enjoyed spending the day with your aunt(?), until next time ;)

Eddie lets a squeal escape his lips before falling, swooning really, on his bed, clutching the thin layer of matter witholding so many of his emotions.

he couldn't wait to meet them, he only whishes he had a name to put on them

[martyrbat]

books i read in september:

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream – Harlan Ellison (reread)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness – Da'Shaun Harrison

Night of the Mannequins – Stephen Graham Jones

The Glass Cell – Patricia Highsmith

Yellowface – R.F. Kuang

Gone Girl – Gillian Flynn

Her Body and Other Parties – Carmen Maria Machado

The Palestinians: Selected Essays – Hatem I. Hussaini

Postcolonial Love Poem – Natalie Díaz

The Ballad of Black Tom – Victor LaValle

also listened to a few radio specials for batman/superman (hated most) and started up on lightspeed magazine (bunch of short (non)fiction scifis) as a casual read <3

[lara-kaminari]

What would you do if one day, at the age of sixteen, all your friends from school disappeared?

On September 16, 1976 in Argentina, a group of soldiers entered the homes of high school-aged children to take them away.

Many of them never returned home.

A total of ten high school students were kidnapped and tortured by groups of the ruling dictatorship, six of whom were murdered without their remains being found to date: Claudio de Acha, María Clara Ciocchini, María Claudia Falcone, Francisco López Muntaner, Daniel A. Racero and Horacio Ungaro. The four survivors were Gustavo Calotti, Pablo Díaz, Patricia Miranda and Emilce Moler.

At the beginning of December 1976 Pablo Díaz was transferred to Gabriela Carriquiriborde's cell. He had his eyes covered by cotton wool wrapped with adhesive tape and communicated with his companion by touch: he touched her belly and leaned on it to listen to the baby's heartbeat. "Pablo, it's coming, it's coming," the girl was about to give birth. The detainees shouted for the guards. After the baby's cry was heard, the rest of the detainees were told that she was fine, that she had had a boy and that she was going to be transferred to a farm where she would be able to raise her child. She and her baby are still missing.

It is not fiction. It is not a horror story.

Pablo says: "Before leaving I ask the guard to see Claudia, I ask him to please agree. At that moment she starts shouting 'yes' and the guards tell me to be quick. Claudia was leaning against the back wall. I try to pull the blindfold off her eyes, but her body and eyes hurt because of the same condition I was in. She asks me to go to her mother's house and tell her that she is fine. I told her that I was going out and that we were going to meet outside", Pablo confessed between tears and continued "She told me that she had been raped from the front and from behind, that she would never be able to be a woman again and asked me to drink a toast for them every December 31st".

Pablo and Claudia never saw each other again.

Today is the commemoration of "La noche de los lápices" (The night of the pencils). Let us not forget the tortured teenagers, the stolen babies, the murdered children, the disappeared people.

The crime of these people? Protesting to make the bus fare to schools affordable for them.

#NuncaMas

[lunarruled]

Shane couldn’t help but watch her as she put their breakfast on the plates and poured them both a cup of water. He shifted slightly when she sat down next to him. He didn’t want to seem greedy, but his stomach rumbled slightly as the thought of eating two meals in a row at actual meal times was something that was too good to ignore. He reached for the plate, smiling shyly for the first time in his life. “Sorry. Just hungry. I could get used to his,” he admitted as he took a forkful of meat and shoved it into his mouth. He listened as spoke about the pictures on the walls upstairs. He avoided the pictures and other personal items if he could help it. He didn’t want to think about all the people that had once made the world so alive and vibrant. Now they were either dead or out there roaming around as one of those dead things that were eager to put an end to every other living person that had managed to survive this far. “Please tell me the man wasn’t the overall-wearing type,” he groaned, remembering the overalls that Patricia had given him that had felt as if they were made out of lead. He could lie and say the guilt hadn’t eaten at him, but nothing could have been furthest from the truth. He wouldn’t have pulled the trigger if there had been any other way. Carl simply mattered more to him. The only thing keeping him grounded was the thunder that steadily started to roll every couple of minutes. As she mentioned the basement, his head turned slightly to get a better look at her. He could tell there was something about the basement that bothered her. Curious, he swallowed the food in his mouth before taking a drink of the water. It was room temperature, and it wasn’t refreshing at all, but it did help to fill the emptiness of his belly. “I can check it out and see what’s down there,” he offered. As she offered to help chop trees, he had no doubt that she could carry her own weight if needed. He nodded quickly until the word we slipped out into the air between them. He kept his eyes on his plate for a long moment before he cut his eyes to her. “So you’re thinkin’ maybe I could hang 'round a bit?” He almost added, 'long term’ but decided to keep that to himself for the time being.

Biting the inside of her cheek in order to not giggle at the sounds Shane's stomach was producing, Kyleigh simply nodded at his apology. There was nothing wrong with being hungry especially when one never knew if they're next meal was coming. So to eat more than once over the span of a few days was probably feeling like a luxury to him. Which felt nice for the half lycan, though she wouldn't admit that out loud. Instead she shoved her own food in her mouth and thanked whomever was responsible for her finding those few cans the last time she went out on a search.

The image of the man sitting next to her clad in overalls finally cracked her enough to laugh in front of him, Kyleigh quick to cover her mouth so that no food particles went flying all over the place. Not that the would look bad in them, she just couldn't picture him walking around in them. Unless of course he had a piece of hay hanging out of his mouth and a pitchfork in one of his hands. "No, he just had regular clothes on. A suit in the one, but I think that was their wedding picture. There was a whole family here before but it was empty by the time I found it." Thank God. As much as she knew it had to be done Kyleigh hated putting the dead down, especially the younger ones.

She knew it was odd that she had a thing about the basement, a half lycan wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything. But the ones she had been in with the exception of her childhood home just gave her the creeps and the smells were none too pleasant either. "Thanks, that would be nice. If you find anything useful feel free to bring it up." Kyleigh had only did a check for the dead before running back up the stairs and slamming the door shut. So anything could be down there just waiting for one of them to get their hands on it.

And there you go dumbass, your entire plan just went to shit because of your big mouth! Closing her eyes in frustration at the slip of words, though she had meant them, Kyleigh quieted the wolf's voice in her head before placing her almost empty plate on the table in front of her. "Well you haven't killed me yet or tempted me to kill you so I don't see the harm in you hanging around. Your giant ass can reach the places I can't and it's always better to have another set of eyes to watch your back out there." Cautiously she brought her eyes to meet Shane's, tearing them away a few moments later when she felt like she was looking just a bit too long.

@wexarethewalkingxdead

[albertswitch]

I hurried to the living room and sat on the sofa. He came out of his room and walked into where I was sitting. In his hand, he held my dad's paddle.

"Where did you get that," I breathed.

"It was in a box from the old house. I think he put it in the stuff that was supposed to go to me by mistake. It really should have gone to you...or just stay where it belong, but I didn't say anything when I found it.  Do you really want to do this just like your dad used to do it?"

"Yes...yes like dad."

This time was my turn to blush red as an apple.

"I'm going to put this on the kitchen counter. You know what to do when the time comes."

He hurried out to the kitchen and when he came back he began to pace back and forth.  

"Look, 'Patricia, you know that respect for other people's privacy is very important. Barging in on someone unannounced has got to be the worst form of manners. Now I do know that your dad brought you up better than that. You can't be invading the privacy of another individual when it suits some whim of yours.  You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I murmured and looked down at my feet.  

"In addition to this general statement, you were specifically told not to enter my room unless you were invited to do so, didn't you, Patricia?"

Inside, my stomach was doing flip-flops and I could feel my panties growing very wet.

"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry is not enough," he cut me short in a calm but firm voice, wow, he sounded like he had done this many times before. "Now this is what is going to happen. You're going to get your bottom spanked in just a moment. It's going to happen, Patricia and nothing you do or say is going to change that. Do you understand?"  

I nodded, not looking at him.  

"Good. Now go get the paddle, young lady, and get your fanny right back here before I count to five.  One..."

I ran as fast as I could. I quickly grabbed the paddle and hurried back.  

"Four...good.  Now come over here."

I stepped toward him. He was already sitting on the sofa. I moved to his right side. He grabbed my jeans and undid the button. Then he slid down my zipper and allowed the jeans to slide off of my legs. He then grabbed my panties and pulled them down as well.  He actually stopped for a moment and stared dead into my crotch.  He was struck by the sight of my hairy pussy. He shook off his thoughts and took the paddle from my hand. He then pulled me over his knee and properly centered me. I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. I tingled all over from the thought of what was about to happen.

"Patricia, I want you to know that I'm not spanking you because you were bad. And I'm not spanking you because I hate you. On the contrary, I'm spanking you because you deserve it and because I love you. Do you understand that?"

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[boxofbonesfic]

Pattycakes 👀 can we get some Thor and Patricia filth? 👀

well isn’t this a blast from my past 😂

Title: Anything

Warnings: 18+ only Oral Sex, Pre-Established relationship, Smut

It wasn’t often that Patty found Thor at a loss for words. He usually had something in the chamber for her, some witty retort or snappy response prepared for every occasion.

This time, however, as she peered up at him from between his legs, Thor had remarkably little to say, his lips slightly parted as he stared down at her. Her pulse throbbed loudly in her ears as Thor’s hands fisted in her hair, tugging just a little.

The head of his cock pulsed, hot and needy against her tongue as she closed her lips around it, the precum salty-slick on her tongue. His head fell back as he groaned, muscled chest heaving. Under her hands, she could feel the taut muscles straining in his thighs and belly as he fought to keep from ramming the length of his cock down her throat. With her other hand, Patricia cupped his balls, testing their weight between her fingers.

“Gods, your fucking mouth, woman,” he hissed, and Patricia smiled around his cock as he rolled his hips up, rutting into her mouth.

Patty smirked, pulling away.

“So you’ll let me redecorate?” Thor’s hips jerked toward her face as she retreated, and he loosed a frustrated growl.

“Yes. Anything you want. Just fucking—” The complaint died as she enveloped him again, turning into a low moan. “Take the black card.”