#Patricia Belli

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

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Bad movie I have Dressed to Kill 1946

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

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“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.

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Thirsty Thursday - On the Rag

steddie, early 1960s, newlyweds, menstruation, period sex, mdni 🔞

Eddie comes home from work a bit late—he stayed after to help a couple students plan their research papers—but not so late Steve should be worried. They’ve only been married a month, and he just wants to hold his pretty wife and kiss his neck to make him giggle.

He finds Steve in the kitchen, throwing together a caesar salad to go with the lasagne in the oven, and presses up behind him. “Hey, Baby,” he murmurs, hands gripping Steve’s hips. Then he kisses Steve’s neck, just like he’s been wanting to and he smells so sweet. “How was your day?”

“Good! I got groceries and drove Mrs. Driscoll to her doctor’s appointment. Oh! And I got the sink in our bathroom unclogged! Drains fine now.” Steve sets aside the salad and turns in Eddie’s arms, smiling brightly. “Supper will be ready soon.”

“I don’t know how you have enough hours in the day,” Eddie says, smile just as wide. “And to think I’m exhausted after trying to get 200 twelve-year-olds to diagram sentences.”

“Diagramming sentences is pretty exhausting,” Steve teases. “Now go wash up so we can eat.”

Eddie does as he’s told, and he and Steve eat at the kitchen table, talking more about their days and planning the rest of the week. After, they do the dishes together, Eddie washes and Steve dries. Steve’s got his eye on an electric dishwasher, but Eddie’s second-year teaching salary isn’t enough for one just yet.

Everything put away, they settle in the living room to watch Petticoat Junction. Or, Steve watches while Eddie grades quizzes. Eddie mostly listens, but he notices that Steve is having trouble finding a comfortable spot on the couch, shifting every couple minutes snd eventually settling with one leg tucked under himself.

And his scent is getting even stronger, like it would before his heat, but he isn’t due for a few months… “Baby,” Eddie asks, “Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to grab you an aspirin?”

Steve has a hand over his belly, but he looks up and forces a smile. “I’m fine, Puppy. Just a little tired, it’s nothing.”

“Then let’s head up to bed.” Eddie puts away the graded quizzes and gets up to turn off the television. He holds a hand out for Steve, rumbling a purr when he takes it.

They get ready for bed together, Steve’s scent even stronger in their shared bathroom, with the slightest sour-sharp hint to it. Teeth brushed, Eddie can’t help but pull Steve in for a kiss, and it turns heated as their kisses so often do.

But before Eddie can even suggest that they move to the bed and worry about the rest of their toilette after, Steve pushes him away. “Not tonight, Puppy.”

Eddie points to the medicine cabinet, concerned. “Sure you don’t need an aspirin?”

“No, it’s just… Aunt Flo is visiting.”

“You don’t have an Aunt Flo?” Steve’s only aunt is named Patricia. as far as Eddie knows.

“Eddie…” Steve says, sounding pained. And a little disappointed. “It’s my time of the month… I’m on the rag.”

“Oh!”

“Right.”

“Still no aspirin?”

“It doesn’t really help with my cramps, so why bother?” Steve says with a shrug.

“Is there anything that does help?”

“A hot bath, chocolate…”

“What about an orgasm?”

“Eddie!”

“What, something that feels good down there should counteract the things that feel bad down there,” Eddie replies with a shrug of hus own.

Steve pouts and shakes his head. “It’ll make a mess.”

“We can put down a towel.”

“Eddie! Those are nice towels!” They are, their house is stocked with matching towels thanks to their wedding registry.

“And I am a-okay with sacrificing one if it means I get to make you feel better, Baby.” He pulls Steve close, guiding his nose towards his neck to calm him. “Please, Baby, let me take care of you.”

Steve doesn’t answer with words, he simply nods. Then he hands Eddie a towel and murmurs, “I’ll join you in a minute.”

Eddie spreads the towel on their bed, and watches as Steve strips down, taking off his shirt and slacks, folding them neatly, followed by his panties, revealing the elastic of his sanitary belt, holding the cloth between his legs. He takes it all off and fetches a clean cloth from his cabinet under the sink, deftly working the small pins to trade the cloths and rinsing the used one in the sink.

His flow must not be heavy, since he safely walks to the bed and sits on the towel, but there’s dried blood on his mound, a bit in the crease of his thigh. He’s beautiful. His body ready to create life.

Eddie kisses Steve soundly, then hurries out of his own clothes, ready to do all he can to make his baby feel good.

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Best Reads of 2024

this year i read 300 books. which i think is impressive but not as impressive as it sounds bc many of these books were very short, easy reads meant to be like, stuff you read at the airport or sitting by the pool on vacation. so it's not like i was tackling the harvard classics. i also read extremely fast; it only takes me about an hour to do 300 pages unless it's a super dense complex text. that said, here is a list of all the books i read this year that i would rate 4 stars or higher, separated by genre: Fantasy/Magical Realism: The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett Highfire by Eoin Colfer Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin Gifts by Ursula K. Le Guin The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi Chlorine by Jade Song The Passion by Jeanette Winterson The Magic Toyshop by Angela Carter Realistic Fiction: We Are Not Like Them by Christine Pride & Jo Piazza Young Jane Young by Gabrielle Zevin My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent Only Child by Rhiannon Navin Movie Star by Lizzie Pepper Prima Facie by Suzie Miller Acts of Desperation by Megan Nolan Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg Piglet by Lottie Hazell The List by Yomi Adegoke A Winter's Rime by Carol Dunbar The Resurrection of Joan Ashby by Cherise Wolas

Mystery/Thriller: Queenpin by Megan Abbott Bury Me Deep by Megan Abbott Beware the Woman by Megan Abbott Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley The Guest by Emma Cline Advika and the Hollywood Wives by Kirthana Ramisetti Kala by Colin Walsh Descent by Tim Johnston Wahala by Nikki May When We Were Bright and Beautiful by Jillian Medoff We Could Be Beautiful by Swan Huntley Bright Young Women by Jessica Knoll Nothing Can Hurt You by Nicola Maye Goldberg Fruit of the Dead by Rachel Lyon The Lagos Wife by Vanessa Walters Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson Yes, Daddy by Jonathan Parks-Ramage Cape Fear by John D. MacDonald Sea Wife by Amity Gaige Last Seen Wearing by Hilary Waugh The Black Cabinet by Patricia Wentworth Historical Fiction: Everyone Knows Your Mother is a Witch by Rivka Galchen Gilded Mountain by Kate Manning All You Have to Do is Call by Kerri Maher Cruel Beautiful World by Caroline Leavitt Payback by Mary Gordon A Dangerous Business by Jane Smiley The Affairs of the Falcons by Melissa Rivero Longbourn by Jo Baker The Hazelbourne Ladies Motorcycle and Flying Club by Helen Simonson Go to Hell Ole Miss by Jeff Barry The Divorcees by Rowan Beaird Consequences by Penelope Lively Iron Curtain: A Love Story by Vesna Goldsworthy Homestead by Melinda Moustakis Not Our Kind by Kitty Zeldis Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell Teddy by Emily Dunlay Science Fiction: Prophet Song by Paul Lynch Aesthetica by Allie Rowbottom Fever by Deon Meyer The Salt Line by Holly Goddard Jones Land of Milk and Honey by C. Pam Zhang Gold Fame Citrus by Claire Vaye Watkins A Children’s Bible by Lydia Millet Briefly Very Beautiful by Roz Dineen

Romance: Everything’s Fine by Cecilia Rabess Adelaide by Genevieve Wheeler Meant to Be Mine by Hannah Orenstein When Katie Met Cassidy by Camille Perri Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand by Helen Simonson American Royalty by Tracey Livesay The One by Julie Argy The Mountain Between Us by Charles Martin Queen of Urban Prophecy by Aya de Léon That Dangerous Energy by Aya de Léon The Dove in the Belly by Jim Grimsley Fatima Tate Takes the Cake by Khadija VanBrakle Faro’s Daughter by Georgette Heyer Horror: Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian The Parliament by Aimee Pokwatka Cujo by Stephen King Night Watching by Tracy Sierra The Garden by Clare Beams The House of Ashes by Stuart Neville The Suicide Motor Club by Christopher Buehlman True Crime: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote Columbine by Dave Cullen Kent State: Four Dead in Ohio by Derf Backderf Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou While Idaho Slept: The Hunt for Answers in the Murders of Four College Students by J. Reuben Appelman The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age by Michael Wolraich Fatal Vision by Joe McGinniss Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood, and the World by Tom Wright and Bradley Hope

History: Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World’s Greatest Nuclear Disaster by Adam Higginbotham Capote’s Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era by Laurence Leamer The Astronaut Wives Club by Lily Koppel The Burning Blue: The Untold Story of Christa McAuliffe and Nasa’s Challenger Disaster by Kevin Cook The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz by Erik Larson Grace and Power: The Private World of the Kennedy White House by Sally Bedell Smith As Long as We Both Shall Love: The White Wedding in Postwar America by Karen M. Dunak Babysitter: An American History by Miriam Forman-Brunell Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime by John Heilemann and Mark Halperin All She Lost: The Explosion in Lebanon, the Collapse of a Nation and the Women who Survive by Dalal Mawad Psychology: Hidden Valley Road: Inside the Mind of an American Family by Robert Kolker The Anxious Generation: How The Great Rewiring of Childhood is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness by Jonathan Haidt Beautiful Boy: A Father’s Journey Through His Son’s Addiction by David Sheff Misdiagnosed: One Woman’s Tour of -And Escape From- Healthcareland by Jody Berger Stolen Child: A Mother’s Journey to Rescue Her Son from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder by Laurie Gough Zig-Zag Boy: A Memoir of Madness and Motherhood by Tanya Frank I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy Us, After: A Memoir of Love and Suicide by Rachel Zimmerman Everything Is Fine: A Memoir by Vince Granata Juliet the Maniac by Juliet Escoria

Memoir: Upstairs At The White House by J.B. West A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy by Sue Klebold Goodbye, Sweet Girl: A Story of Domestic Violence and Survival by Kelly Sundberg This Boy We Made: A Memoir of Motherhood, Genetics, and Facing the Unknown by Taylor Harris I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death by Maggie O’Farrell Fragile Beginnings: Discoveries and Triumphs in the Newborn ICU by Adam Wolfberg The Longest Race: Inside the Secret World of Abuse, Doping, and Deception on Nike’s Elite Running Team by Kara Goucher and Mary Pilon Remedies for Sorrow: An Extraordinary Child, a Secret Kept from Pregnant Women, and a Mother’s Pursuit of the Truth by Megan Nix Brazen: My Unorthodox Journey from Long Sleeves to Lingerie by Julia Haart Minding the Manor: The Memoir of a 1930s English Kitchen Maid by Mollie Moran Love in the Blitz: The War Letters of Eileen Alexander to Gershon Ellenbogan by Eileen Alexander Any Given Tuesday: A Political Love Story by Lis Smith The Apology by Eve Ensler Wild Game: My Mother, Her Secret, and Me by Adrienne Brodeur One Way Back: A Memoir by Christine Blasey Ford Biography: The Matriarch: Barbara Bush and the Making of an American Dynasty by Susan Page Untold Power: The Fascinating Rise and Complex Legacy of First Lady Edith Wilson by Rebecca Boggs Roberts King: A Life by Jonathan Eig Louisa: The Extraordinary Life of Mrs. Adams by Louisa Thomas American Girls: One Woman’s Journey into the Islamic State and Her Sister’s Fight to Bring Her Home by Jessica Roy Susan, Linda, Nina, and Cokie: The Extraordinary Story of the Founding Mothers of NPR by Lisa Napoli

Gender: Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family by Amy Ellis Nutt The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl®, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement by Andi Zeisler All the Rage: Mothers, Fathers, and the Myth of Equal Partnership by Darcy Lockman Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks Enslaved Women in America: From Colonial Times to Emancipation by Emily West You’ll Do: A History of Marrying for Reasons Other Than Love by Marcia A. Zug The Red Menace: How Lipstick Changed the Face of American History by Ilise S. Carter Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America by Lillian Faderman

[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.

[brenna-burningvalley]

Giving Sirius belly rubs

Giving my favorite dog called Sirius some belly rubs so he's happy!

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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.

[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.

[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

[docrotten]

THEM! (1954) – Episode 194 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“Pfah! What kind of sense does that make? Is sugar a rare cargo? Is there a black market for it? Did you ever hear of a fence for hot sugar? If I was gonna make a deal with crooks to steal somethin’, it wouldn’t be for forty tons of sugar.” If you were a giant ant you would. Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Chad Hunt, Doc Rotten, and Jeff Mohr, along with guest Gregory Crosby – as they take a deep crawl into THEM! (1954), one of the all-time great big-bug movies!

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 194 – THEM! (1954)

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Synopsis: The earliest atomic tests in New Mexico cause common ants to mutate into giant man-eating monsters that threaten civilization.

Director: Gordon Douglas

Writing Credits: Ted Sherdeman (screenplay); Russell S. Hughes (adaptation) (as Russell Hughes); George Worthing Yates (story)

Special Effects by: Ralph Ayres (special effects); Ardell Lytle (pyroeffects supervisor) (uncredited)

Selected Cast:

James Whitmore as Sgt. Ben Peterson

Edmund Gwenn as Dr. Harold Medford

Joan Weldon as Dr. Patricia Medford

James Arness as Robert Graham

Onslow Stevens as Brig. Gen. Robert O’Brien

Sean McClory as Maj. Kibbee

Christian Drake as Trooper Ed Blackburn (as Chris Drake)

Sandy Descher as The Ellinson Girl

Mary Alan Hokanson as Mrs. Lodge (as Mary Ann Hokanson)

Don Shelton as Trooper Capt. Fred Edwards

Fess Parker as Alan Crotty

Olin Howland as Jensen (as Olin Howlin)

Richard Bellis as Mike Lodge (uncredited)

John Beradino as Patrolman Ryan (uncredited)

Robert Berger as Patrolman Sutton (uncredited)

Oscar Blank as Alcoholic Ward Patient (uncredited)

Willis Bouchey as Official at D.C. Meeting (uncredited)

Richard Deacon as Bald Reporter (uncredited)

Ann Doran as Child Psychiatrist (uncredited)

Leonard Nimoy as Army Sergeant in Information Center (uncredited)

William Schallert as Ambulance Attendant (uncredited)

Douglas Spencer as Bit Part (uncredited)

Dub Taylor as Railroad Yard Watchman (uncredited)

Dick York as Teenager in Police Station (uncredited)

THEM! is generally considered the first giant bug movie, and according to the Grue Crew, who are joined by Gregory Crosby, it’s the best of the lot! A top-notch script delivered by a great cast and helmed by an experienced, successful director makes for an excellent film. Combine some pretty-damn-fine giant ants with expert cinematography, just the right editing, and some very disturbing ant-chirping, and the ants are truly terrifying. Edmund Gwenn (who is not in The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms), Joan Weldon, James Whitmore, and James Arness lead the way with an incredibly long list of familiar character actors. Even Dick York (Samantha’s first husband on Bewitched, not her second) makes an uncredited appearance.

The Grue Crew again go for a record-length talkabout but there really is so much to discuss with THEM! and we had so much fun doing it! We hope you enjoy it as much as we did recording it.

At the time of this writing, THEM! (1954) is available to stream by subscription from IndieFlix and PPV from multiple sources. The film is available on physical media as a Blu-ray disc from Warner Home Video. 

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Next in their very flexible schedule – this one chosen by Chad – is Caltiki, the Immortal Monster (1959). Was it directed by Riccardo Freda, Robert Hamton, Mario Bava, or all of the above? Bill Mulligan (known as “Bava Bill”) will be joining us to help us untangle the entanglement, and to help us find the source of that awful smell. 

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Check out this episode!

[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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