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fanficsformyfaves · 1 year ago

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And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I Think Your House Is Haunted

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Emotionally and Physically Abusive Relationship with Father, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: After a fight with her dad, Reader runs back up to her room, when she hears someone at her window

A/N: Phone calls are Colored and in Bold!

Sidney and Billy aren't together and Billy and Stu are not a killers in this A/U!

"YOU'RE A SHIT DAD! YOU DRIVE MOM AWAY BY CHEATING ON HER AND NOW, YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SOLD MY CAR?! FOR WHAT?! TO BUY MORE FUCKING BOOZE?!", I scream,

Shoving him backwards. Just then, my father slaps me across me the face, causing a gasp to escape me as a result. I hold the stinging hand mark on my cheek, as the ringing began to pick up in my ears.

"Bitch to someone that fucking cares", he spits,

Sitting back down and picking up another bottle.

"Kill yourself", I say under my breath,

Before storming back up to my room and slamming the door behind me.

My life was a living nightmare that I couldn't escape from. Ever since my mom left, everything went to shit. All my father ever did was turn to alcohol to fill that void and he used me as the punching bag to distract himself from his own misery.

I wanted to go with her, but she was already gone before I even knew what happened. The only reason I found out was by reading the note she left on the kitchen counter when I woke up that morning.

To say I was devastated would be an understatement.

As I sat on the foot of my bed, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and remembering the pain I felt on the day day she left, I hear something rustle on the other side my window.

"What the fuck?", I mutter to myself,

Getting back up. I reluctantly make my way to the window and open it to look outside.

At first, I don't see anything, but then I feel a hand grab at my wrist, making me scream at the top of my lungs, as I pulled away.

"Hey...it's just me", Billy reassures,

"Billy? What the-"

"I'm sorry. Don't hate me", he interrupts,

While climbing through to the inside of my room.

"What are you doing here?", I question,

"I heard you screaming from down the street", he answers,

Dusting himself off.

Billy and I met during sophomore year and got together a few months later. Him and his friends were the only people I actually enjoyed hanging out with. My dad never cared about me, so it was nice to have people that did. Whenever another fight would happen, they'd always insist on me staying the night at one of theirs.

"It's fine", I sigh in defeat,

Sitting back down on my bed.

"Doesn't sound like it", he joins me,

Before taking my hand into his.

"Look, I ain't gonna make you tell me anything you don't want to...but I'm worried about you, kid", he caresses the back of my hand,

As I nervously chew at my bottom lip.

"You know I'm always here to listen"

"It just sucks, Billy. He fucked up things up with my mom and now he's fucking things up for me", I explained,

He shakes his head, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind my ear. It was just then he notices the hand mark on my cheek.

"What the fuck?", he exclaims,

"Billy-"

"Did he fucking hit you?", he cuts off,

"Yes, but, it doesn't matter-"

"Like hell, it doesn't!", he yells,

Getting off the bed and rushing towards my door, when I make a desperate attempt to stop him by wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Billy, please don't!", I shriek,

Not wanting to make things were.

"That son of a bitch can't just hurt you and get away with it!"

"Billy", I sob,

Unable to hold back the tears from spilling any longer. His body softens and he looks back at me from underneath his arm.

"It'll only make things worse, please", I pleaded,

Seeing how distraught I was, he takes a deep breath and turns to hold me tight in his arms.

"Okay, fine"

"He'll hurt you too. Just...please don't"

I would've never been able to forgive myself if something happened to Billy.

"Hey, look at me", he says,

Pulling away and holding my warm face in his hands.

"I'm not letting you stay here. My old man's out of town for the week, so you can stay at mine"

"I couldn't impose-"

"It's not imposing, if I ask"

"I'd make me feel a lot better to know you were fine and what better way to make sure of that, then to have you stay with me?"

"I don't know, Billy"

On one hand, my dad couldn't give less of a shit where I slept, but on the other, I hated feeling like a charity case.

"Look, we could invite the gang over and watch some scary movies. I know you're a sucker for those", he suggests,

Making me laugh to myself.

"We could even stop by the store and get you your favorite snacks, obviously, it's my treat", he added,

Taking my hands into his. I couldn't help but sigh contently at his sweet he was. Every time we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, except us in that moment.

"So?"

I take a moment, before finally agreeing.

"That does sound nice"

"Yes! Alright, pack your shit and meet me outside. My car's parked down the street, so I need to get it", he exclaims excitedly,

Pressing his lips go mine, as I giggle at his eagerness.

"I'll call everyone and let them know we're meeting at yours"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute", he says,

Hurrying out the window. I pick up the landline and dial up Tatum and Sidney first. A few rings go by and they both answer at the same time.

Sid: Hello?

Tate: Hey!

Me: Hey, so, impromptu movie sesh at Billy's. Are you girls' down?

Tate: Hell yeah!

Sid: I'd love to, but my dad would freak if I asked to go to Billy's house

Tate: Then, don't tell him? Just say you're staying at mine

Sid: I don't know-

Tate: We're going

Sid: Tate!

Tate: Oh, come on, Sidney, I'll pick you up!

Me: I really want you guys there. I'm inviting the guys too and I'd rather not drown in all that testosterone

Tate: Exactly! We can't just leave our girl to fend for herself!

Me: Pretty please with the juiciest cherries on top?!

Sid: *Sighs* Alright. I'm packing a bag

Tatum: Awesome! I'll be there in 10

Me: Kk, see you there! Just gotta call up Bert and Ernie

I joke, before hanging up and putting in their numbers in. As I waited, I began stuffing my backpack with pajamas, toiletries, my books for tomorrow and a change of clothes.

The moment I was done pulling up the zipper, Stu finally answered the call.

Stu: Hellooo

Me: Hey, Stu! Got a minute?

Stu: Oh, I've got all the time in the world for you, gorgeous

Me: *Scoffs*

Just then, Randy joins the call.

Randy: Hello?

Stu: Ugh, why'd you add rat-boy?

Randy: If I'm rat-boy, what the hell does that make you?

Stu: Incredibly sexy in comparison?

Randy: You know what-

Me: Jesus, could we please cut the biggest-dick-contest short?

Randy: He started it!

Stu: Oh, grow a pair!

Me: GUYS!

I scold, finally causing them to fall silent.

Me: I was just about to invite you for a movie night at Billy's, but if you two fucknuts can't get along-

Stu and Randy: No!

Stu: I mean...fine. We'll behave, Ms.(Y/L/N)

He promises in a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes.

Me: Just get to Billy's

I eventually hang up the phone, pick up my stuff and climbed out the window. Just as he promised, there Billy was, waiting for me in his car. I hop in and he turns up the music.

"You ready?"

I smile and kissed him once more.

"Hell yeah"

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arabellasleopardcoat · 1 year ago

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Hi babe, congrats on your milestone!❤️

It's so hard to pick between all these choices😩

Would you please write for Harwin Strong - spanking🧎🏻‍♀️

Win some, lose some (Harwin Strong x Reader)

Summary: Harwin and his wife have a disagreement over communication skills. The end result is exactly as the title says.

Warnings: Mature language. Spanking. Established dom/sub dynamics. Light aftercare. I'm not sure it counts as smut but smut?

Requested: Yes! I get it, tough choices. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: Due to a mistake on my part, I did not erase the space for spanking on time. I got two requests. So, Alicent anon, don't worry. I will write yours too, but I will try to space it out to not post two similar fics.

You sit on a small armchair by the fire with a sullen expression. Nerves pool on your stomach, but they are quickly won over by the feelings of annoyance. You have been told you will get punished after he is done working, but you are more angry than scared. You did act out to get his attention, and even then, Harwin cannot even pretend to care. He is just treating your punishment as another task in a long list he has to fulfill before going to bed.

Harwin sits at his desk, going over something that has countless numbers and math. A budget, most likely. You know the Master of Coins has been pressuring the gold cloaks into tightening their belts, or so to speak.

The transition of leadership has not been an easy thing. Many of the men were loyal not to their cause, protecting the citizens of King’s Landing, but to their previous Commander.

You do not begrudge Harwin for taking the position. It was an honorable one, being the Lord Commander of the City Watch. It spoke of the trust both his father and the King had in his abilities at combat and leadership. Yet… You can’t help but feel that the change has taken its toll on your marriage.

He is always busy. Gone are the days that you would spend lazing around in bed or curled together by the fire. Or even the days Harwin took you for a ride or hunt. Now, he comes to your shared rooms at odd hours, and gets up every day at the crack of dawn.

You try to remind yourself that Harwin is a busy man, and that his attention and opinions are required elsewhere. The men need him to direct the training exercises, the council wants his input for the security of the King as he visits the small folk. It’s a good thing.

You squirm in your seat, pouting. Harwin looks up from his papers and tuts.

“Don’t. You will only get yourself in more trouble if you keep pouting.”

“I just don’t think I deserve to be punished.” You answer, bravely. And it’s the truth. You don’t feel like you deserve a punishment. Why did you have to obey his silly rules when he was not there to witness the consequences of your disobedience? What was the point, even? Harwin was never home.

“I doubt that’s your decision to make. If it depended on the rule breakers, all the cells would be empty.” Harwin’s voice was collected and calm. Cold, even. Yet, it was not that what made your blood boil. His words were. The comparison. It reminded you of the reason all of this started. Why did he have to bring work into everything? It seemed that even in your time together, he was not fully present. He simply cared more about his job than he cared about his wife.

“… You said I was allowed to stay in your study if I didn’t distract you.” You retorted, gritting your teeth. Your whole face was heating, not in shame but anger. Your ears were burning, your neck felt hot, and you were about to do something that you would really regret. Closing your eyes, you breathed in deeply.

“And what did you do?” Harwin put the parchment and quill down. He looked at you for the first time. His expression was unreadable. You thought of getting up and grabbing that dammed budget and tearing it to pieces.

“I was not distracting you! I was only… Playing with myself.” And what if you were? Really. It could hardly be called that. You had only been squeezing your thighs together. And perhaps rolling your hips a little. “And I never touched myself!”

Why did you have to obey his silly rules? He was never here. The prohibition for touching yourself had started as a fun way to spice up your bedroom activities. Harwin enjoyed your neediness, when you had not been touched for a while. You suspected he also enjoyed the idea of being the only one that got to touch you in such a way.

Before, it had not been hard to comply. As any self-respecting young maiden, fearful of the Seven, you had never even approached a hand towards your cunny. Only for washing yourself, and never lingering or exploring too much.

Harwin had been the one who had introduced you to the pleasures of the flesh. It had been him who had encouraged you to explore all the wondrous feelings your body had to offer. Doing it without him seemed silly. You had touched yourself at his instance, and found great pleasure, but it was not the same that when it was his hands on your skin.

But after nearly a month of not being able to have sex with your husband, you understood exactly why you would want to please yourself. You craved the release. Even if you knew it would not be the same, you were so desperate, any peak would be better than no peak. Even if it were one brought on by yourself.

It was hardly your fault. Anyone would feel aroused after nearly a month with only stolen kisses to get you by. The sight of your husband in only a linen shirt and pants, bent over his desk had been too much. Watching as the muscles of his back flexed, how his big hands swallowed the quill he was using to take notes. All that, mixed with the goblet of wine you had been nursing and the fact that Harwin had handed you his cloak to keep warm. Surrounded by his smell, inhibitions lowered by the wine, it was a miracle you had not jumped his bones yet.

You felt like you were burning up with need. So you squeezed your thighs a little, and rubbed against the edge of your chair. You didn’t try to be subtle, secretly hoping that the sight of your neediness might entice him to do something about it.

“That’s hardly better, little one. You were purposefully looking for loopholes.” Harwin said, oblivious to your thought process. He wore a stern expression that made you want to fold immediately.

A month, you reminded yourself. You had been feeling alone for a month.

“I know, but you had not been paying attention to me!” You complained, steeling yourself. This was a discussion you truly wanted to have beyond brattiness. It had not only been the lack of marital duties, but you missed spending time with him.

It comes out whinier than you intended. Much more pitiful, too. You don't realize, but Harwin's mood immediately shifts, from playful to serious. He can tell this is truly bothering you.

Harwin pulled his chair back and spread his legs slightly. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight of his thighs spread in a pose that was so dominant.

“Come here.” He ordered, brows pinching together. You didn't want to, knowing only punishment could await from your defiance. But you still did. Once you were in front of him, Harwin caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Was my poor wife feeling neglected?”

To your horror, your eyes started to feel watery.

“You spend all your time with the gold cloaks. Never with me.” Then, in a whisper so small, it tugged at Harwin's heartstrings. “Do you not want me anymore?”

“I had not noticed you missed me so.” He confesses, pulling you into his lap. His touch is gentle, as always. His hands feel warm and solid against your waist. You straddle one of his thighs, still pouting. Harwin pulls you even closer. “I will make time for you, from now on.”

“Thank you.” You mutter shyly on his neck. It's what you needed to hear. You stay on his lap for a while, cuddling in silence. The steady thump of his heart and his warmth comfort you. It's something you have deeply missed.

Despite wanting nothing more than just curl into his lap and sleep the night away, you still feel restless. Your button throbs between your legs, wanting attention. You cannot help but wonder what it would feel like, getting ravished by your husband after so long. How his hands would feel on your skin, deliciously calloused. How his face would pinch in the sweetest agony. How he would sound, entering you.

Would he be capable of sliding right in, with how wet you are? Or would Harwin have to open you up as he had done on your first night together?

You squirm. Harwin, thinking you are uncomfortable, shifts you to sit properly on his lap, resting his forehead on top of your head. The casual display of strength makes even more wetness gather between your thighs.

“Are you alright, Wife?” Harwin starts running his hand over your hair, soothingly. He is unable to see your expression, and you are glad for it. You are so embarrassed it's starting to be physically painful. Here is Harwin, trying to comfort you, and you can't think of anything else but getting him into bed.

"You are much too pretty to be shedding tears over the likes of me. I apologize, for being so lacking lately. I have been paying so much attention to my duties with the King and forgotten about my most important ones.”

“Harwin…” That he regrets it had not even crossed your mind. Too blinded by your feelings, you had never thought about how your outburst would make him feel.

“As your husband, I made a vow. To be always yours. To protect you. I have not fulfilled either of those duties, being so far away.” He whispers, very quietly. You want to reassure him, but are unsure how.

“You always come home to me.” You go back to your previous position, straddling his thigh, to be able to look him in the eyes. It breaks your heart. His brown eyes are all hurt puppy.

“Perhaps physically. But my mind is still away, even when by your side. It's not right. You are my Lady. Mine to cherish. I have been a poor husband to you.” And it is true. You had thought about it, using much harsher words. Harwin clearly didn’t mean to hurt you, but you had been trying to rile him up on purpose. It makes you feel awful. You don’t want him to feel bad about himself, you just wanted to air out your frustrations.

“Never say that. Never.” You muttered, fiercely, touching your forehead to his. “I have never thought you a bad husband.”

“Only because you are too kind. I will do better, Wife.”

You sigh, knowing it's no use contradicting him. Instead, you pull him in for a kiss, hoping he can hear all you cannot say. The kiss starts to get heated very soon, his hands grasping greedily at your hips. It has been a month since you had the time to do more than just kiss. Time to play one of your games. Both of you crave it, need it.

As you pull apart, you give him a naughty little grin.

"I still broke your rules.”

Harwin chuckles. His eyes have turned dark, pupils blown with lust.

“Dirty girl. Do you want a punishment?”

“Yes, please.” You look up at him, all starry eyed. Perhaps he will tell you to spend the night on your knees, serving him. Or perhaps you will have to obey his every command. Or, if you are very lucky, you will get to peak over and over until you pass out.

Your breath hitches in excitement. You can't wait.

“Over my lap. Hike up your nightgown.”

The words burst your bubble immediately. Your shoulders slumped and you went back to pouting. Spanking was not what you had expected. While the physical side of it was fun, a little pain to go with your pleasure, it always wore you out mentally. There was something about it that left you feeling very vulnerable.

You understood why Harwin did it, though. It was an easy way to put you in your place. Spanking you in such a manner tugged at your subconscious. It was the manner in which children were punished. He doesn’t need harsh words or much pain to force you into submission. In fact, it stings even more when he does so with gentle words. You feel silly, after it. Harwin will coo and call you his good girl, and you will melt for him and do as he says.

"But… But…” You protest, despite knowing it’s useless.

“You thought you would get something else?” Harwin asks, carefully tucking your hair behind your ears. His hands almost swallow your face. It gets you all shy. “My poor wife. Where did all your intelligence go? You know you did a poor job of communicating your needs. Instead of telling me of your loneliness, you threw a tantrum."

“I… Harwin…” You plead, looking up at him. You are not sure what you are begging for. For Harwin to guide you, perhaps. You feel helpless.

“Over my knee.”

Faced with the choice, you cannot bear the thought of disappointing him further. He is right, in a turnabout way. You could have done things different. In another life, a perfect one, you would have knocked the door to his study and asked to talk. You would have sat, like two adults, and told him you were frustrated because you missed him. Instead, you had mixed the games the two of you play with your real anger, turning into a bratty mess.

You want to fix things. To not have to think, anymore. You take off his cloak and fold it neatly. Then, you hike up your nigh shift and lay down on his lap. You rest your hands on the floor, stretching to be able to do so.

“Don't. You could hurt yourself.” Harwin rubbed your arse, gently. Warming you up. Then, without warning, his hand came down. You nearly shrieked. The sting was harsh, yet he seemed unwilling to let up. His hand came down again and again, in the same spot. You knew Harwin, though. Soon, it was not only going to sting. He liked building you up to it.

His hand moves to your other cheek, spanking you with a slightly curved hand. It hurts differently, that way. It allows him to feel the overheated skin, how the flesh wiggles with each impact.

Shame curls around your spine, twisting your stomach. You are still wet. It’s a deeply humiliating feeling. You are unable to think clearly, your mind slow and weary. As if you were treading through molasses.

“I will not make you count, but you have to behave. No trying to get away.” Harwin warned, before spanking you again. This time, you started wiggling your toes in discomfort, fighting the urge to kick and scream.

Your bottom feels already hot and abused, but Harwin is not letting up. You are really starting to hurt. Your vision starts to blur, and you try to grasp at the carpet, fighting to stay afloat. It’s no use, no use at all. Soon you are weeping with all you have.

“Are you going to stop being a good girl for me?” Harwin asks, rubbing soothingly at your shoulder blades. It’s only then that you realize you have been wiggling around, trying to get away from the pain.

“I’m… Har-…Harwin… Sorry.” You blubber, unable to form the sentence right. You want to speak, but you are crying too hard for it. You feel dumb. Look at you, a noble lady with access to the best education Westeros has to offer. You had the best tutors, a Septa all to yourself. An education fit for a Princess. Yet, you can’t create a single sentence, overwhelmed by your feelings.

Too big feelings, Harwin had called them once. You were, after all, a silly girl who needed her husband to guide her. Sometimes, your feelings get the best of you and make you unable to think clearly.

That was why you liked these games. Submitting quieted all the voices in your head. There was nothing except obedience requiring your attention. Harwin made all the tough choices and took care of you, and you could focus on only being.

“You are doing so good.” Harwin whispered, as he rubbed at the already abused skin. You hated how much it made you preen, getting praised. “So good for me. Just a little longer, and we will be done.”

You slump on his lap, defeated. The hits keep raining on your vulnerable behind, and this time you are unable to quiet down. You whine, and weep and scream, but do not move an inch. You are sweating with the effort from keeping still, and there is nothing you want more than to bang your palms against the floor in a fit of rage. But you do not. You keep still and focus on being good for Harwin.

Your mind slows down. There is nothing but the pain, and breathing through it. Like being submerged in syrup, thoughts barely form before sinking heavily. You blink, trying to focus, but are unable to. There is only Harwin.

His smell, his hands so big against you. His warm thighs under your stomach. His erection pressing against you, the way he sounds, excited little inhales at each hit. How he times them, alternating the placement in a predictable two-one count. Reliable. To care for you, hold you down, push you when you need him too.

Time drags on. Perhaps it’s only a few minutes, or perhaps hours pass. You are unable to tell. Harwin lowers you gently to the rug and lays down beside you, careful not to press into your arse.

“How are you?” He asks, tenderly brushing your tears away. You blink up at him, hazily. Still trapped in molasses, the words seem uttered from far away. You sniffle.

Harwin smiles at you. You don’t feel capable of speaking just yet. With great effort, you raise your hand and brush his cheekbone. He leans into your touch.

“I see, I see.” Harwin chuckles, and pulls you closer to him. You go willingly, nearly purring in contentment.

You drift off like that, head on his chest, nestled close to his heart.

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ilovetheriddler · 4 months ago

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Can I order some Fluff/Vanilla with Oswalda Cobblepot?

Where the reader simply wants some of her attention and affection during the night, but Oswalda is too busy answering calls to give the reader any attention. Maybe a kink on praise/elegy?? Pet name or something?

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my first language. :')

Thanks ♡

Oh, I love this idea! Also don't worry, your English is very easy to understand! I hope that you enjoy it!

Late Night Comfort.

(Batman: The Caped Crusader.) Oswalda Cobblepot x F!Reader.

Word Count: 692.

Contents: Fluff, Praise Kink, Affection, Pet Names.

It was slightly chilly as a result of the autumn weather outside. You snuggled up into your girlfriend's bed as you attempted to warm yourself up some. It was fairly late into the evening already, but you couldn't sleep yet. You always struggled to fall asleep properly whenever Oswalda was busy with things related to her business.

You could hear her on the phone in the other room, a clear hint of frustration in her tone as she spoke.

"For the last time, those warehouses need to be destroyed by tomorrow night! If it's put off any longer, then the chances of him finding out are increased!"

The sound of the phone being slammed down rings out from the other room. She calms herself down a bit before starting to dial someone else. You shifted in bed, calling out after a bit.

"Ozzy? I um... I know that you're busy with business and stuff... but um... can't it wait until in the morning?"

She walked into the bedroom, taking in the sight of you covered up, tired but unable to rest.

"Darling, you're aware of how time sensitive my business related activities can be.... this is extremely important, so I don't think it can wait...."

"O-oh.... I see... well, that's okay, I understand...."

She could tell that despite how much you tried to hide it, it upset you somewhat. After thinking about it for a moment, she offered an attempt at a solution.

"I can't lie down for the evening yet, I just have too many matters I must attend to still.... however, I could sit down and give you some affection until you fall asleep. Would that be alright?"

"Yes! I'd really like that a lot...."

She let out a slightly amused chuckle at your enthusiasm and excitement, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. She wrapped one of her arms around you and pulled you closer to her.

"There, is that better, my dear?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry that i get so lonely whenever you're busy...."

"Sweetheart, there's nothing for you to apologize for. It's perfectly normal to feel that way, and I'm sorry if I've caused you any sleepless nights."

You snuggled into her arms more, resting your head against her chest and letting out a content sigh. It was true. You had lost countless nights of sleep before as a result of you increasing issues of not being able to fall asleep without her being there.

"It's only been a few nights here and there... but it's not really that big of a deal. You shouldn't worry about it..."

"Of course I'm going to worry about it, you mean the world to me, so why wouldn't i?"

"Y-you're too sweet, Ozzy...."

She runs her fingers through your hair, attempting to help you relax and hopefully fall asleep, pressing light and gentle kisses to your forehead as she does so.

"I'm simply stating the truth. You're special to me, and I'd hate to imagine you being uncomfortable or upset for even a single second."

Her words always made your heart race, She was always so ruthless and harsh with the men who worked under her, but with you, she was so gentle and caring, always trying to make sure that you felt loved and cherished. Her voice was one of the most comforting sounds you'd come to know, as she'd whisper sweet words of affection and praise into your ear.

"You're so good for me, aren't you, sweetheart? You always do exactly what I ask so perfectly..."

"I always do try to.... I love you, Ozzy..."

"I love you too, my dear."

You laid there in her arms, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and soft breathing as you slowly started to drift off asleep. She continued to rub your back gently until she was positive that you were asleep, carefully moving you out of her arms once you were, covering you up with the blankets as she stood up.

"Goodnight, sweetheart...."

She walked into the next room and continued with the calls related to her business while you slept peacefully, dreaming of your beloved.

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chtoblin · 4 months ago

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I like the idea of the game not showing us all of Connor and Amanda's meetings, but just the main ones. And I like making up my own encounters based on that headcanon.

Nothing has forced Connor to delve into his inner world again. So far there was no new news of deviants, no new challenges. But the android had no other duties while he was in Cyberlife for lack of use, so he was mostly in the garden. Amanda didn't always show up here, though, but today managed to snatch some time to talk to her. A cozy, after-hours conversation, not about crime. A simple conversation about nothing, as people usually were.

They settled under the shade of one of the trees, at a small table. It could not be so easily noticed at first glance, and not at second glance either, only if one knew exactly where it stood. On the surface of the table were two cups of chamomile tea. Androids don't consume food the same way humans do, but you can do anything in the inner world, right? Pretend you're drinking a beverage and imagine the flavor.

The topics for the hapless dialog flowed by themselves, which pleased Connor. He basically enjoyed Amanda's company, he seemed to have realized that since his first awakening. They hadn't met that many times, always mostly talking about work, but the android realized that even that was enough for him to develop warm feelings for the woman. Was it hardwired into his program?

— What else have you learned for yourself, hm? — She asked with a half-smile, bringing the cup to her lips. It might have seemed like a question about possible news about deviants, but that wasn't the case at the moment. She was interested in what Connor had learned specifically for himself.

He thought for a moment, choosing what else to talk about.

— I've noticed that since the mission at Club Eden, Lieutenant Anderson's suicidal moods have become much less frequent. This is a superficial analysis, of course, but it's also a good result.

The stranger's cup suddenly dropped to the surface of the table with a clatter. The LED instantly recolored to a wary yellow, and the small smirk was replaced by a serious expression on the android's face.

— Ah, yes. Anderson, — Amanda said in a sort of odd tone, looking down with a slightly disappointed look. — And how often do you pay attention to his health? — She raised waiting, stern eyes to Connor.

He blinked, but answered almost immediately, direct and clear:

— We're partners, and I thought it was important for me to be aware of his well-being. And after I found out about his suicidal tendencies, I started watching him more closely.

The woman shook her head, bringing the cup to her face again and covering her eyes slightly.

— You shouldn't do that, Connor, — she said much more quietly. — You're wasting too much time and resources on the Lieutenant. He's the reason you missed the deviant on the roof.

She squinted disapprovingly, and the relationship with her lowered a little. Connor only looked away silently, realizing then that he had indeed acted unwisely... sort of.

— And at this rate, Cyberlife might get the impression that you're starting to feel something for him, — Amanda continued slowly, raising her eyebrows.

A clear hint of deviancy. Or a warning? Is she worried about him? Concerned? He'd like to believe it...

— I get it, — android nodded. — I really was starting to pay too much attention to the wrong things. I will focus solely on the missions.

He didn't quite know if he was telling the truth, or if he was just comforting his companion. Or maybe he was intimidated by the thought of being a deviant? After all, deactivation came after that... Stop, no, he is not a deviant, so such thoughts can't scare him in principle. He doesn't have "fear" in his program.

That's where he and Amanda parted ways that day.

... 👍.

#detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh amanda #dbh #fanon #dbh au

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Bob Velseb - The Baby Problem P1

This is a repost from ao3 :D This was requested by 2 ao3 users! Reader Pronouns: They/Them Reader Sex: AFAB Word Count: 5,544 Warnings: Smut, Slutshaming, Cockwarming, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Breeding

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The thought of having a child was something that definitely crossed your mind. A child running around your home, enjoying life under the care of you and your future Spouse. You chuckled at the thought. You had never really wanted children but you always said If your partner wanted them you wouldn't be against it. It was just all the risks of pregnancy that made you uncomfortable. You'd rather not rip your vagina.

You and Bob had been together for a while and you assumed he must have some fertility issues. With the amount of times he's cum inside of you completely unprotected, you should've been pregnant by now. It made you wonder what exactly the risks of cannibalism are. Was infertility a part of that risk or does it stem from something else? You tried to research it but since there isn't much research on cannibalism as a subject, you were left with no answer. You were perfectly healthy and had no known fertility issues. It didn't matter anyway. Child or No Child you were happy to stay with Bob. It was easier this way. Having a child with Bob would be too complicated.

So here you are, stuffed with Bob's seed as he lays next to you, cock still deep inside you. He was licking your neck from behind and planting kiss after kiss all over it. You both pant heavily as you adjust your position moaning quietly as his cock twitched inside of you. "Oh Darlin'..." He groaned as he attacked your neck again. "Bob…I need to get up…" "Just stay like this a lil longer sweetheart..You feel amazing…" His grip on you tightened slightly. You sighed as you turned your head to look at him. He stared back at you with a smile.

After some time you got up and cleaned yourself up. Bob wanted to get in the shower with you but you shut him down as you knew it would lead to more sex and you had had enough for the night. You carefully washed your scarred up body. Bob loved leaving marks all over you. While it was painful to wash, you liked when he did it. He brought out a secret masochistic side of you that you didn't even know you had. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure always put you on a high. As you washed yourself a wave of his cum rushed out of you. "God.." There was always so much of it. You knew he wasn't exactly 'human' anymore like he explained to you but God damn, he could always go for such a long time and when he did cum He would always overflow you. You continued to wash yourself as the white sticky liquid came out of you.

About a week later you found yourself at work feeling more tired than usual. Your Co-workers were getting worried. "You sure you're ok?" "Yes..I'm fine. Don't worry about me." You excused it as being tired from getting down with Bob last night as you did every night. Your performance was lacking and everyone noticed. Including Bob who was watching you at a table concerned. What was wrong? You'd never been this tired unless you stayed up watching TV all night. Even then you were never THIS out of it. You were being so forgetful and had to constantly be reminded of what orders you were making and you looked exhausted. The most hard working employee was reduced to a sloppy mess. Bob wondered if it was the result of him last night, but he brushed that idea off. There had been a lot of other times where he was both rougher with you and had gone longer and you were still never like this. Your manager eventually had to confront you. "Hun, Are you ok?" "I'm ok Ms Maple." "No you aren't. You should head home. I can take over." "But I-" "No buts. Go home and get some rest." You sighed as you nodded and groaned. "Alright." You quickly went into the back and changed out of your work clothes. You wondered why you were so tired. You quickly clocked out before heading home. Upon arriving at home you quickly flopped on the couch and quickly fell asleep. Later you woke up in the arms of your lover. But he was out of costume. He gently laid your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. Before he even noticed you woke up, the tiredness dragged you back into sleep.

Another week later you got worse. You started feeling sick to your stomach. You had to call off of work due to how ill you felt. As soon as you told Bob you were feeling ill, he came over immediately to shower you in affection. Kissing you, hugging you, and giving you small words of affection. He couldn't care less if he got sick. He had a rather strong immune system anyway so the chance of that happening was small. Either way he would always come to keep you company. Gently caressing your body. He would hold your hair back if you had to throw up, make you soup to try to help you feel better. Although your appetite made you unable to eat it as just smelling it made you feel worse. He was worried for you. You normally loved the food he cooked. But he was perfectly fine with it. Anything for you. Your emotions were also all over the place. Sometimes you would push him away, wanting to be left alone and then an hour later you would want him to be constantly touching you and would get upset when he let go. The sudden changing of emotions confused him. He had no issue with holding you and not letting you go, but then would be confused 15 minutes later when you don't even want to touch him.

The week after that your cousin came over to visit. She heard you weren't feeling well so she decided to come over and check on you. The two of you sat on the couch talking. You were wrapped up in a blanket as your cousin sat on the other side of the couch. The two of you were talking and laughing until the conversation of you being sick came up. "So what are you sick with?" "I haven't a clue." You chuckled. "I've been throwing up alot, being very tired, and my mood is everywhere." Your cousin chuckled and laughed. "Maybe you're pregnant." She said jokingly. That sentence made you freeze. "What..?" "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! You're still a virgin right? So it's not possible." You looked at her with a serious expression filled with slight horror. "...You are still a virgin…right…?" "..Well-" "(Y/N)!" You flinched when your cousin suddenly raised her voice. "Oh my GOD! Are you serious?! Your parents are gonna kill you!" You deeply sighed. "I'm a grown adult. I can make my own choices." "You're gonna get disowned." Your family was a rather strict family. They held religious family values over anything else and your parents were strong believers in 'No sex until marriage'. "...W-Well.." "We need to get you a pregnancy test. Right now." "W-We shouldn't assume the worst." She stood up and grabbed your hand. "We need to make sure."

There you were at the drugstore with your cousin, buying a few pregnancy tests. You stood there completely nervous. If you were pregnant what would this mean? You didn't know if Bob even wanted kids. You knew the chance of him leaving you was slim but you were anxious. There were also a million other complications. Your family would demand to know who the father is. You could never tell them. Never. Having a baby with a serial killer could be dangerous. You couldn't put Bob on the birth certificate. But your family would shame you. If you couldn't tell them the name of the father, you'd be deemed a slut. An outcast. You'd be disowned in an instant. Also the fact that Bob isn't even HUMAN anymore. That could come with complications of its own. Your cousin looked at you before putting her hand on your shoulder. "Calm down. I'm not upset with you. I'm just worried about you. Y'know?" Her voice sounded calm as she comforted you. She paid for the pregnancy tests for you as the two of you walked out the store.

The two of you stared at the 3 tests in your hand. All positive. You felt yourself freeze as you stared in horror. "Oh my god." Your cousin said before putting her hand on your shoulder. You felt yourself trembling, your knees growing weak as you felt close to passing out. "Come on, sit down." She slowly sat you down on the couch as tears filled your eyes. Her hand not leaving your shoulder. "Who's the father (Y/N)?" You stared up at her. You couldn't tell her it was Bob. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to DO!? "I….I…." Hot tears rolled down your face. "I…I don't know…" "You don't know…?" You sniffled and started sobbing. "I DON'T KNOW." She quickly pulled you into a tight hug. "Shhh It's ok…We'll figure something out, ok?" You gripped her tightly. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND I'M SCARED!" You sobbed into her shoulder. "I know. I know. Don't worry about it..It's gonna be ok." It took alot to calm you down as you were shaking uncontrollably but she eventually calmed you down enough to where you could speak properly. "So…What are you gonna do with it?" You looked up at her. "H-Huh…?" "Do you plan to keep it..? Or are you gonna get an abortion?" You sniffled as you looked at the floor. "I…I don't know…" She sighed. "It's ok…I'll give you some time to think.." She slowly stood up. "I need to go but I promise we'll talk later." "Ok.." She grabbed her bag. "I'll see you later." "...Later.." She left. Left you feeling stressed out and distraught. You don't know how to feel.

As night fell you sat in your room, pregnancy test in hand. What in the world were you supposed to do..? Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from your room near the window. You quickly hid the test in your pocket before turning around to see the love of your life walking towards you. "You feeling any better darlin'?" He said as he sat down on the bed next to you. He reached his hand out to hold you but the sight of you slightly flinching stopped him right in his tracks. His smile quickly turned into a frown. "What happened?" His Voice quickly turned from sweet to stern. "N-Nothing.." You couldn't look him in the eye. "No hun. You don't ever flinch like that. What. Happened." His Voice growing more serious. "I…." You didn't know what to say. "Darlin' please. What's wrong?" His Voice turned softer. You reached into your pocket. You were hesitant. "I…I have…something to…talk to you about." He looked at you. He was listening clearly. You took a deep breath as you slowly took the test out of your pocket. You were shaking and looking away as you slowly handed the test to him. It was completely silent for a moment before you felt yourself being pulled into a tight hug. It was still silent but the hug was tight. He was left speechless but he was definitely happy. You could hear him chuckle as you felt hot tears land on your shoulder. You had just fulfilled one of his main goals. To have a family with you. "B-Bob..?" He just hugged you tighter. He didn't know what to say, he just wanted to hold you. Hold you tightly forever. "I love you…so much.." Those were the only words you heard before you tightly hugged him back. You were just as emotional as he was as tears started rolling down your face as well.

It was 3 months later. You and your cousin had talked about it. And you decided you were going to keep it. You were now 15 weeks along and your belly was starting to show. Bob was overjoyed. He would find himself resting his head on your lap and rubbing your stomach. He also loved when you would sit on his lap and he could kiss you while rubbing your stomach. He was the happiest man alive. Before meeting you he never would've even considered having kids. But he was a changed man in that regard. He couldn't be happier. You would both be the parents of a lovely child. He gets to spend the rest of his life with you. This child would make sure of that. He's been taking extra good care of you since you got pregnant. Making the food you crave, showering you with all the affection you desire, and giving you space when you need it. He wanted to do everything he could to prevent a miscarriage. What he wasn't prepared for was how horny you would be.

The pregnancy had messed with your hormones a lot. You became extremely needy. Constantly wanting to have sex to the point where Bob had to start refusing you because he didn't know if he could control himself. He wanted to be gentle with you. To take you gently. As much as deep down he wanted to pound the shit out of you because of how hot you looked pregnant with his child, he didn't wanna risk anything. He knew he was a lot bigger than you and could break you so easily. So he decided for now, he'd be soft with you.

He sat on the bed next to you, gently running his fingers through your hair. You slowly climbed on top of him. "Bob…" He looked at him with need deep in your eyes. He chuckled. "(Y/N)." He replied in a smug tone. You slowly started to move your hips grinding against him. "Please…" You whined. You wanted him so bad. "No.." He said before smirking. You pouted. "..Please Bob I need you so bad…" You slowly started to pull on his pants. He was fighting demons right now. He wanted to flip you over and fuck you til you couldn't breathe. But sadly, he had to resist. "Sorry Darlin' not-" He was cut off by the feeling of his dick being stroked. Dammit, you just don't know when to quit. He looked at you to see you lowered his pants and were stroking his large cock. He had to resist. He had to. Don't give in- Ah fuck it. He started groaning as you stroked his cock. He looked at you with hunger, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself. That's when you slowly removed your pants. He placed his large hand on your thigh. "Sweetheart…fuck…" You slowly let go of his dick before you positioned yourself on top of it, you started to grind. Whimpers and moans came from your delicate mouth. You craved release so badly. You wanted him so badly. "Please…Bob.." You wanted him to ravish you. To fuck you into the mattress. "God Dammit Darlin'.." You felt yourself being lifted up and laid down on the bed as the big man towered over you. "You want it? Fine." He pulled down his pants and boxer all the way before discarding your panties. "But I'm goin' slow." You whined but you knew there was no changing his mind. You'd take what you could get. He positioned himself at your entrance and looked at your helpless face. "So pretty…" He slowly inserted himself into you, being careful as you moaned. "Such a perfect piece of meat…" He slowly started to move. "All for me…" You softly moaned as he entered in and out of you at a slow pace. He looked at your body and placed his hand gently on your stomach. "A perfect piece of meat…with my child inside of it…" You wanted more. He noticed it. He slowly started to bite at your neck as he picked up the pace a bit. Not too much faster, but enough to keep you satisfied. "A-Ah..! Bob..!" He continued to nibble at your neck before removing your shirt. He looked down at you. Your bare belly and breasts on display for him to see and him alone. He then cupped one of your boobs in his hand. You gasped loudly as your boobs were slightly swollen. "My perfect partner…" His hand moved slowly, playing with them and rubbing the nipple. "And their perfect body." You were on a high. While he wasn't as rough as he normally was, he knew how to give you just as much pleasure. He slowly leaned down before taking your nipple into his mouth. You let out a loud moan as you started to tremble. His tongue circling around your nipple in a perfect motion. "Bob..! Fuck! Bob..!" You could feel yourself getting closer to release as Bob picked up the pace a little more as he grew closer to his release as well. He took his mouth off of your boob and stared down at you with a look of hunger. "Yes..! More! Please!" Your voice faded into pure moaning. Bob panted as he felt you tighten as you came. You let out a loud and long moan. That's it, that's what sent him over the edge. He quickly pulled out of you as he came all over your chest and stomach. A wave of cum covered your body as he let out a long sigh. You looked up at him with a pouty face. You wanted him to cum inside of you. You looked down at your cum covered body. Bob then started to lick your body from your sensitive chest to your twitching clit. He licked every drop of cum off your body before looking down at your dumbfucked face. He smiled as he laid down next to you and caressed your body gently. You leaned into him as you both laid completely naked. He rubbed his hand on your stomach.

Your cousin had taken you to get an ultrasound and to make sure the baby was healthy. And they were. The doctors were unfortunately unable to tell the baby's gender due to unknown complications. They wanted to do some tests on you to figure out what the complications were but they couldn't identify the problem. It didn't matter to you as long as your baby was healthy. You didn't give two fucks about what the gender of the baby was. You took the ultrasound pictures home to show Bob and he was quite literally shaking out of pure joy as he stared at the pictures. He started to tear up. It warmed your heart to see him so excited to be a father. However anxiety never left you. You were still going to have to tell your family as a family gathering was coming up and everyone wanted you to attend. You were also worried about what exactly this baby was going to be. You questioned Bob about what exactly he became after he stopped being human. He was confused as well and said he didn't know for sure but assumed he was a demon. You questioned why he thought he was a demon. Then it came to life that his demon costume was in fact not a costume, but a second form. You were very shocked to find out this information. He chuckled as he thought you already knew when he told you he technically wasn't human anymore. Then worry filled you again. What if this was the complication that doctors were having with the pregnancy? What if it resulted in you miscarrying? Bob noticed you getting anxious and carefully hugged you and reassured you that it would all be fine.

Then it was time for the family gathering. Your cousin helped you mentally prepare for this day. You were about 6 months along at this point and your boss had already had you take a maternity leave. You tried to convince her that you would be fine working for a little longer but she decided you definitely needed a break after working for them for so many years. You wore a long sweater that covered your belly. You had brought in your original pregnancy test to show to your family. You were the most anxious you've ever been. You knew you would be shamed, disowned, and most likely hated by the rest of your family but you didn't care. Yes it would hurt but you would start a new life with Bob and this child. It would all be ok. You hoped.

You sat at the dining room table as you kicked your legs slowly. Anxiety was feeling you to the brim as your family members walked around eating food and chatting. Your cousin was sitting right next to you trying to keep you calm. Eventually everyone sat down to eat together. Your father looked at you. "What's wrong with you kiddo? Why the long face?" He laughed a bit. You took a deep breath before you stood up. Everyone at the table turned to look at you. You felt yourself start to tremble as you opened your mouth to say something. Your mouth remained open, nothing coming out for a few seconds. "I…" Your whole family's eyes on you. "I have something to tell you all…" You felt as though you were about to cry. "This is news you probably aren't going to like…But…I can't hide it…" You said, voice shaky. Your parents raised their brows at you before you walked over to them with a little box in hand. "Mom, Dad, I want you to open this." You placed it down in front of them before taking a large step back. "(Y/N) what is this about?" Your mother questioned. "Just open the box…" You frowned with a shaky breath. Your dad carefully grabbed the Box before taking off the lid. He froze when he found what was inside. A positive pregnancy test. Your mother took the box from him and froze as well. Suddenly your father quickly stood up before walking towards you. You quickly started backing away. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) Is this a fucking joke?" Your mother quickly stood up too and grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back. "Hunny calm down!" She said. "IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE?!" He shouted as you sniffled. You were backed into a corner. The rest of your family members took a moment to look inside of the box. The younger members of the family looked stunned, while the older family members looked angry. "N-No…." You felt yourself tear up as you looked at your father with fear. "You aren't EVEN FUCKING MARRIED. YOU KNOW THE MAIN RULE THAT THIS FAMILY HAS. NO SEX BEFORE FUCKING MARRIAGE." He screamed in your face as your mother tried to pull him back. You uncle also got up. "Bro calm down." "NO IM NOT GONNA FUCKING CALM DOWN!" You started to cry, your breathing grew heavy as you started having a panic attack. "The poor kid is panicking! Just leave them alone!" Your uncle said. "WHO'S THE FATHER? WHO'S THE FUCKING BASTARD WHO GOT YOU PREGNANT?!" He yelled in your face. You sobbed louder as you started to break down. "I DON'T KNOW… I DON'T KNOW." Your father looked at you stunned. "You don't know..? So you've been going around and sleeping with multiple PEOPLE?!" "NO! I WOULD NEVE-" "THEN WHO'S THE FATHER (Y/N)?! WHO'S THE DAMN FATHER!?" Your uncle and your mother quickly dragged your father away from you who was yelling harmful words. Your younger family members walked over to you to comfort you as you were breaking down. You could never really handle being yelled at. The older members of the family were shooting you nasty looks. Eventually your mother escorted you outside to get some fresh air. "Hey, Hey. It's ok sweetheart…" You sniffled as you looked at your mother slightly confused. " I'm not upset with you, don't worry. The whole "No sex before marriage" thing came from your father's family." You looked at her stunned before tightly hugging her. "It's ok baby. Don't worry. Mama's gotcha.." You sobbed into her shoulder.

After you were done crying your mother helped you fix yourself up. She told you about how excited she was to be a grandmother. The rest of the night your dad was shooting you nasty looks just like the other Elder members of the family. After a long night of stress you returned home to find your boyfriend already laying in your bed waiting for you. You ran over to him and started crying as you vented about your stressful day. He was more than pissed off to say the least however he kept it to himself as he gently held you and comforted you. You fell asleep in his big arms.

You were watching TV when your water broke. You didn't even notice until you felt the couch grow wet under you. You just stared at the wet spot on your couch. You thought you pissed yourself first and were about to clean it up. You then got an odd feeling of discomfort in your stomach. You then remembered it was 3 days before your due date. Panic settled in. You quickly grabbed your stuff and ran out to the car. You started to quickly drive yourself to the hospital. You called your cousin and mother and they both said they would be there. You then called Bob but he wouldn't pick up the phone. Perhaps he was busy. It was alright. It wasn't like he could come to the hospital anyway. You'd tell him later. You quickly parked in the parking lot before making your way inside. The discomfort started to turn into pain as you walked inside. You quickly walked up to the counter. The lady looked at you and knew before you even said a word. She quickly walked from the counter and grabbed a wheelchair. "Please sit here. I'll take you to the LDR." You nodded as you sat down. She started to push you towards a room. "Did you come here with anyone?" She asked. "No.. Ugh- my Mom and my cousin said they're on their way.." She nodded before taking you to the LDR.

The birth was a long and painful process that lasted hours. Your mother and your cousin eventually arrived and were there for you the whole way. Your father didn’t even bother to come. Your mother held your hand as you went through the pushing process. Your cousin looked like she was gonna pass out. She'd never seen someone give birth and it made her feel sick. After it was all over there was with your beautiful baby girl. She cried the moment she came into the world and she still cried in your arms. Your mother started crying at the sight of her beautiful grandbaby. Your cousin had to leave the room due to feeling sick. You felt exhausted. The nurses put your baby in a little crib as you rested. You were exhausted. What you fail to notice is that Bob was calling your phone repeatedly.

He was at your house panicking. Anxious. He knew when he saw the stain on the couch that you'd gone into Labor. Your mother and cousin eventually left after admiring the baby and congratulating you. After you woke up you looked at your phone to see the amount of calls from Bob. You knew he was worried sick. You looked over at your baby who was sleeping soundly. It made you emotional that you brought that little thing into the world. It gave you a warm feeling inside. Parental Love. You took a picture of your baby girl and sent it to Bob. 'Meet your daughter. :) What are we gonna name her?' Bob saw the text almost instantly. He stared at the picture as his eyes grew wide. He had a little girl. An adorable little girl. He got extremely emotional and started spam texting you about how happy he was and about how much he loved you. Happy tears rolled down his face as he just stared at his new daughter. He couldn't wait to hold her and take care of her. You decided to give Bob the honors of naming her as he couldn't be there for the birth. After naming about 50 names and being unable to decide on one, he chose Grace. A sweet yet simple name that you both liked.

After you got discharged and returned home with your baby girl Bob was over the moon to meet his little baby. Looking at her for the first time he got emotional and started crying on your shoulder. Teaching him how to take care of her wasn't easy though. It took an hour to even get him to hold her as he feared he would accidentally hurt her due to his big size, but when he did though, he wouldn't let her go. He would constantly be holding her and carrying her. He was attached to her like a magnet. She was scared of him at first and cried when even looking at him which made him sad as he feared his child wouldn't like him, but the more time they spent together the more she wanted to be around him. She would start crying sometimes when he would put her down which gave him all the more reason to hold her. He watched as you breastfeed her. He made a joke saying "When is it gonna be my turn?" Which made you laugh uncontrollably. She would cry when she was placed in the crib you two bought which caused Bob to swoop her up in his arms. Bob was rather good and changing her diaper and cleaning up her vomit. Grace definitely liked him more than you. When she would stop drinking breast milk, Bob would make her formula and feed her.

When you started working again, Bob would be the one watching her during the day. When both of you were busy, your mother would watch her for you. Your father sadly wanted nothing to do with her. Bob loved taking care of her and would often fall asleep with her resting on top of him or next to him. Who knew your murderous bear of a lover could be so soft and gentle with children. He would sometimes joke about her growing up to be just like him. You shut that idea down faster than Lighting McQueen could say "KaChow". She did really love him though. When she started to babble, Bob would start having pretend conversations with her. "Abababababa!" "How interesting..tell me more pumpkin." "Babababababab." Those were little exchanges you would overheard on the daily. Pumpkin was his little Nickname for her.

One stressful night Bob came home covered in blood forgetting to clean himself off. You woke up in the middle of the night to him standing in the middle of the room covered in blood. He tried to reach for the baby but you smacked his hand away. "Go wash your damn hands." You said sternly as he pouted a bit. He just wanted nothing more than to snuggle with his lovely partner and his child.

As Grace grew, she and Bob grew more close. She was definitely a daddy's girl. Bob spoiled her too. Giving her candy when he isn't supposed to, letting her stay up later than she should, and some other things. When she started crawling, she would constantly crawl after him when he would walk around.

He's extremely protective of her as well. Just the thought of her hurt scares him. When she was learning to walk, he would panic every time she fell. "Bob, she's fine." "I don't think she's ready to walk." "Hun falling is apart of how she learns." "What if she hurts herself?" "A small fall won't hurt her." "But what if it does?" " B O B ." Her fragileness scares the crap out of him.

She has a weird tendency to hide in random places and has given Bob multiple heart attacks when he can't find her. When that happens he refuses to let her out of his sight for even a second.

He does his best to hide his darker side from his daughter. Always keeping his equipment in hard-to-reach places, and he refuses to let her see him when he's angry. He doesn't want his daughter to bear witness to that side of him. The last thing he wants his daughter to be scared of him. he loves her so much

He loves both you and your daughter dearly. If you told past him that he'd be happy in a relationship with a child he would laugh in your face. He somehow manages to juggle both his murder life and his family life without losing his character.

"What if we have another-" " No ."

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n3xii · 2 years ago

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Are you on the right path? Pick a card ☆

The short answer is yes, your spirit guides will always help renavigate no matter where you are so that you're always on the right path. but this reading aims to give you insight about yourself as you are, where you're going and what will help you progress. If any of this resonates, feel free to top at $Sarahx2x on cashapp. It really helps me and my family

Pile one

Where are u right now

You're investing time and effort into your creative activities, such as your hobbies and things you find fun. You want to be good at what you enjoy, and you're in the place where you don't mind doing the extra work or time consuming boring actvities that it takes to get good at what you enjoy. You could be creating art, trying to get good a video game, a board game, editing, writing, literally any hobby that requires your focus and extended investment.

Blockages

You're in a period of transition. You're confronting the tyrannous thoughts and even people who previously held you back in the past. I feel like you struggled to put the time and effort into what you enjoyed in thr past especially if I was a creative activity because you listened to people who tried to tell you that you couldn't, or that it would be too hard. The biggest obstacle you're facing right now is the beliefs and projections others out on you either directly or indirectly.

What you're doing right

Any conflict or tension you cause by pursuing your passions is actually something you're doing right. It's gonna make people leave or distance themselves from you and these are people that you don't want around you anyways. Don't worry if people exit or distance themselves or unfollow you on social media. Let your passions trigger those who shouldn't be in your life anyways

Pile two

Where u are right now

You're taking charge in your romantic life and relationships. You're setting the standards, criteria and boundaries of how you want to be treated and of what you want. You're no longer compromising what you want but at the same time you're still being fair to others. You're at the place where you're only willing to put in as much effort as you receive. You want to attract someone who's gonna be mature and contribute to the connection as much as you do.

Blockages

Constantly monitoring your progress with yourself and any connection you currently have or will have is gonna induce resistance. The seeds you've planted for what you want to attract have been planted in fertile ground, you may not see the results of the boundaries yet and over evaluating where you are will make you anticipate obstacles. You're doing fine, you've utilized your power and know what you do and don't want, don't over think yourself. Don't constantly monitor whether or not your getting what you want. True results take time.

What you're doing right

Developing new streams of income or even just embarking on a path that may lead to new income is creating an energetic structure that's gonna withstand disruptions and unanticipated setbacks. If you've recently got a new job, come into some new money, or embarked on a path that will lead to income down the line, your guides are saying this is absolutely the right thing to be doing because there may be some setbacks and hits taken to your financial security in the future.

I'm also seeing that this pile has been reevaluating their core beliefs. There'd been a reversal of all that you've worked for and a new path is opening for you because of it. This path will be very successful. A dramatic turn of events has been induced and this is gonna have a revolutionary impact on your success in life overall. You will enjoy the work and fullfiment this change has. It may appear as a setback at first but it will actually help you enjoy fortune and completetion, sometimes the "setbacks" we endure are actually necessary changes that we needed to address in order to get on the path to success we needed. Yes you are on the right path, just be receptive to the destabilizing changes happening to your life or core beliefs

Pile three

Where you are

I see you're trying to think and act with your head about situation regarding a reltionship or connection. You're trying to step into your power and understand what you need to do from a place of clairty and rationality. You don't want your feelings interfering with your power, it feels like you worry that if you approach this situation with strong emotions you'll relinquish your power to this person. I see you trying to be brave and stand up for yourself, and you worry that if you get too into your emotions you'll act irrationally and you're right. You may end up stepping down from your position and giving up your power, this other person may think they can manipulate your emotions if you let your feelings control you. Likewise, you may say or do something you regret down the line if you let your emotions take control. People who chose this pile are confronting their partners with something, and this will be different for everyone. But you need to be brave and in your power. You may feel a sense of guilt for doing this. You have no reason to feel guilty for doing what's right for you. If you let your feelings guide your action you may act out of a place of pity, hurt or anger instead of honesty.

Blockages

Conflict. There's alot of enegry inteference here, a sense of competition. You may feel that you have to compete for your place in this relationship and that there's other people who can take your place. This may not even be true, but overall you're trying to take the lead and make the change that needs to happen without lettinf your emotions talk you out of it or the emotions of someone else making you feel bad. Others feel that they have to fight to have their truth heard. Whether that be confrotning them or seperating from them, it doesnt matter. Your biggest blockage is acting in hurtful or apathetic ways. Using your head over your heart doesn't mean ignoring the feelings of yourself and your person. It's ok to be aware of what your feeling and espeically aware of what your person is feeling, but don't let that control how you act or interfere with completing your ultimate goal. Be aware, and be present. Communicate what you need to say and keep it moving. Don't be intimidated or talked down. Don't be manipulated by trickery, don't let it get to your head. If you let emotions take the lead you may be disillusioned or misguided.

What you're doing right

Staying faithful to your purpose. Harnessing the strength of your will and character is what you're doing right, being disciplined and loyal to your intentions is gonna help you do what you need to do. This pile doesn't want to be mistreated or put last and you especially don't want your emotions talking you out of taking necessary action. Keep doing this, your doing ir right

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pelleas-at-castle-nox · 1 year ago

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Freaky Friday

It was the most exhilarating thing you'd ever felt. Fusion, the blending of two bodies into one, bigger, stronger, faster, and most importantly as far as you were concerned, hungrier.

You had always been on the thinner side, tried not to be too jealous of your larger friends, but it was so hard not to constantly want for what they had. Your appetite had never been great, and your favorite part of gaining had been the eating aspect, you loved food and loved to try new flavors, but you just couldn't seem to keep much down no matter how hard you tried.

Your magically inclined friend had always been a butter ball, a round whale of a fox. No matter how jealous you might have grown of their life style and their size, you stuck around them, gaze lingering on their large soft body. You didn't know if they'd ever use any of that magic to help you, but you knew it would come one day, and when it was offered, you wouldn't think twice to say yes.

It was hard to put that into practice when they waddled up to you and showed off their tome, detailing a procedure to blend two bodies into one. Magic had always been beyond you, but the premise sounded tantalizing enough. Regardless of what it entailed, it would mean you got to experience what it was like to be so huge, so you figured it couldn't hurt to try, even if it sounded so... Odd.

And then suddenly you weren't you, and it felt great. The two of you had merged together into a new you, and you were gone. Instead of you, there was a new being, and it hungered. You didn't know if it was your hunger or your friends, you just knew your new form wouldn't stop until it was satiated.

Your friend had graciously filled their home with all sorts of delicious treats, seeming to have anticipated that the resultant fusion would be hungry.

Over time you began to realize as it devoured plates of the finest food which made your spirit wiggle with delight at the taste of, that neither you nor your friend were in control. At some point, the only thing that remained was your combined hunger which drove the resultant beast onward.

It gorged itself until it couldn't move anymore, and slammed down onto its large fluffy rear. You could feel your control of your body returning, though after this experience even that was feeling odd. Your friend's voice called out, telling you that the experiment was about to end, but the sensation felt strange. It was like hearing your voice, talking to you. You answered you were ready for it to be over, but your voice definitely didn't sound like your own.

As stress and fear and confusion mounted, the resultant beast's body shimmered for a moment, and you and your friend were suddenly no longer one.

And you felt ungodly full, and very, very fluffy.

Something wasn't right, but it felt all too good. Everywhere you looked, you saw what appeared to be your friend's vulpine body spreading out, and it was only when you tried to rub your eyes that you felt how tremendously heavy your arms had become. Short shallow breaths were all you could afford with how full you were, but you approached hyper ventilation as you began to grow increasingly confused.

You saw yourself, naked as could be, picking up your friend's tome, nodding in affirmation.

"Well this was hardly expected! I'll have to write down quite a few notes, and I'll be using your body to do it. Don't worry, I'll keep it very well fed, you just sit there and enjoy feeling yourself spilling out in every direction, I know how desperately you've wanted the chance to. Maybe I won't give it back... You do look cozy, and it's fun being able to actually run again!"

You tried to respond, but the excruciating over fullness prevented you, and you couldn't do anything but watch your body saunter off, leaving you wondering if you could pilot this new body of yours to finish that buffet...

#feedist kinktober #body swap #fusion #2nd person #stuffing #vulpine

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aziraphales-library · 2 years ago

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hi!!! I Hope you’re doing well!!! I have been following this blog for a long time now and I wanted to thank u a million times for all the diligence and hard work you’ve been putting into this!!!! I have a question for you lovely mods: does it ever feel like a chore? my fixation on GO comes and goes (it’s always dear to me ofc but sometimes I just get less passionate abt it or more caught up w something else), and I don’t think I’d be able to do what you do in one of those lows! have u ever dealt with that? how do you cope with it? has running this blog ever dampened your love for the original work (even momentarily)? I hope you’re letting yourself get some time off and I hope that if/when you choose to leave, you can do so without guilt, remorse or regret!!!! I’m wishing u all the best in all your other projects and I really hope you’re being kind to yourselves. Sending u all my warmth and love!!!! <3

Hello and thank you for your kind words!

Sometimes, yes, it can feel like a chore. When it's the same kind of fics being requested over and over, or when I don't feel like trawling through pages and pages of ao3 search results pinpointing fics for details that won't be tagged, or when the request is something I'm not personally interested in.

But those moments are fleeting.

Repetitive asks I tackle when I'm feeling calm. Asks that seem like they'll be a pain to find fics for one day, I'll go back to the next and feel energised to tackle. Finding fics I wouldn't read myself can be a fun challenge.

And most of the time I genuinely love doing this.

It helps having a queue, so I can bash out a bunch in one go and then not have to worry about it if i need a few days, weeks, or a month away from it. I hadn't been reading fic for a while, but was happy to still be searching for them and answering asks. And at the moment I'm enjoying working on this blog more than I'm enjoying engaging with the fandom at large.

I've had moments where I've thought I've needed to stop, but a break has been enough. And if i do ever decide to leave I would work with the other mods to find more support first.

My biggest concern is how things will change once series two comes out. I am imagining an influx of similar requests for fics about series two much, much faster than authors can write them. And that doesn't sound like fun, I'm not going to lie. We'll see how it goes. With spoilers and giving the fandom time to process, we may have to put a delay on any series two related requests.

I hope this rambling response has answered some of your questions and sated your curiosity!

- Mod D

#not fic #mod d

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raw-law · 6 months ago

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What a captivating sensation to be held so high by such brilliant men, I couldn't quite describe it even if I tried to and I don't often lack of words to choose from so just know you two have deeply touched me as well. There is a certain distance people like to keep when something is even slightly intimidating to them, for example in the form of pure honesty, confidence and strong mindedness. All of which represent my most valuable traits in my opinion, so I greatly appreciate and thank you for your.. alluring praise. Yes. Certainly. I suppose humans are like this because they fear what they don't know and envy what they don't have, the classic example of a species made to have things fit their way instead of finding a way to fit with others. This just makes my appreciation bigger. I mean, you know it's serious when Ryuzaki starts swearing, right? Haha I would like to establish that I do not particularly care for "socially right" so be unafraid when it comes to expressing yourself, Ryuzaki. I just.. Wish for you to indulge in it. Don't limit yourself to society's expectations of how to accept a compliment. Really, the only shame here is that you have not received them more often throughout your life. Light, I assure you there is no need to apologize for the little wait. In fact, I'm honored you two chose quality over quantity haha

(No pressure for future asks, reply when you can and want to! Please.)

I dearly hope you didn't worry too much about.. Your words or reaction being a suitable match to what I have told you, because really, I do not send these for praise or recognition, even though it's a nice side effect. (And it's a real story, believe it or not) The fact that I have managed to get you to understand where I am coming from and where my point stands.. What a blessing, especially after being criticized by me haha although maybe now you can understand my initial complaint of shallowness. I have expanded my explanations because I knew you are capable of understanding and you boys did not disappoint. Nothing inadequate about it, Light. It's a pleasure. Enough about moi!! I want to come back to you. First off, since we can all agree that my experience equals my knowledge, I think I'm safe to end the "who tops in Lawlight?" debate. Because really, if Eroticism anon can't tell, then who could, ever? :p After analyzing your responses so far I can confirm there is no traditional "top". You're both sword and shield depending on the situation and you both challenge each other in a multi faceted way, resulting to.. Switching. That's my final conclusion. Anyhow.. Ahem, coming back to more serious topics. After this lovely conversation so far, I'm dying to ask you something. Tell me, Ryuzaki, Light, do you like literature? Do you have favorite works, if so? I write erotica/horror erotica (what a surprise, wow) so I'm always interested to find out what other people read, if they do. No worries, once I reveal myself you boys may bombard me with whatever questions and statements you feel like regarding the whole eroticism subject.

- 🩶

Light:

Thanks for understanding about the wait...and I'm glad you enjoyed both our responses!

And of course it's a real story, I never doubted that. There are some things that you can't fake the authenticity of, no matter how hard you try...and your story is certainly one of them. Don't worry about the criticism---it's helped to widen my viewpoint, so I definitely appreciate you pointing the shallowness of my answer out. Feel free to call me out in future, no worries.

Anyways, I suppose I do agree with your statement about the 'who is top' argument....I think someone did ask this question a while back, and Ryuzaki's and my answers were similar in respect to yours.

And thank you for asking that question! Yes, I do love literature---in fact, it's probably my favourite subject in school, and one of my hobbies when I get bored. Honestly, I'll read just about anything. I'll just include some of the books I've enjoyed/plan to read for a few genres, then, though I'm not going into too much detail because of the length:

Philosophy:

The Stranger (Camus), The Prince (Machiavelli [though this reads politically]), Beyond Good And Evil (Nietzsche, want to read)

Non-fiction:

Too Big To Jail (Garrett, about coporate law enforcement), Why Politics Fails (Ansell, mentioned in a previous post of mine), Heart (Barrett, on heart health), The Power of Geography (Marshall)

Short stories:

Binge (Coupland), Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory (Bob-Waksberg, previously mentioned), Cursed Bunny (Bora Chung)

That's it for now. I could go on and on, but I think it's a little overwhelming for one day...thanks for the ask, though. I rather enjoy sharing my book taste with other people.

well. in my defense, when words fail (which they often do), swearing is the next best option. and i'll keep in mind this uh. "indulging" bit. it'll.. take getting used to, but i won't say no. so.. thank you. it means more than i'm able to express, hah.

but i agree with light. there are some stories in this world that are too beautiful to make up. and i'm also glad that you criticized our initial shallowness. don't hesitate to do it again, since i'm sure there's still a lot i don't know in this realm of intellect.

and in regards to the top argument.... i'll accept that as the final answer.. ... light-kun would like taking it up the ass more though. he's kira if he says he doesn't.

for the actual question though,, my relationship with literature is very... hate-love-ish?

i like literature, but frankly i despise the general act of reading. anything longer than a few pages feels like hell to sit through. having to sit there and focus all my attention on scanning through words without being able to multitask is just.... euck. and i don't say that to drag anything down, because i do heavily enjoy literature, and art in general. it's just a personal thing really. i'm not happy about it either. i like being immersed in stories. i like drowning in pages of knowledge.. but i just can't stand all the words after a while. it's why i attach to video essays more, or audiobooks. anything that can give me the same/around the same amount of closure that a book can while allowing me to multitask is something i'll latch onto. it's just more efficient for the way my mind functions.

anyways, ignoring the fact that i just said i hate reading (i swear i still have redeeming qualities that can make up for it. maybe. hopefully.), i do still have works i really like. .. though, admittedly, they're a lot less sophisticated than light's recommendations. i would explain why but i think it'll explain itself fairly quickly:

Dork Diaries, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, That's Debatable, and this one book i have that's just a collection of historical US documents (it's name is legitimately just The U.S. Constitution and Other Writings).

and.. that's all i have.

thank you again for the ask and response. i'll just hope i still have a reputation after this.

#death note #fictive #l lawliet #ask blog #light yagami #dn

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niennawept · 1 year ago

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I'm choosing random numbers so sorry if any of these is really weird 😂

Hi, my dear friend! No worries, I will answer them nevertheless!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I'm going to forecast a bit of the future here, because my longfic is written from a close third person POV. But I think the most important thing to me is the goal of the scene. For instance, if there is a council meeting in which multiple POV characters are present, I'd decide like this: If I need the reader to understand the in-depth politics of a situation, I'd give the POV to an experienced ruler. But if I need to hide something from the reader (with some foreshadowing of future issues), I might give the perspective to someone who is less politically savvy.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Write what you want to read, at least for longfics. For one-shots, I can manage writing something that I wouldn't personally read, but for longfics (at least the current one), the thing that is currently helping me maintain my interest is that "I want to read this when it's done" feeling.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Honestly, I feel like I've been extremely fortunate on fic response. I really thought that maybe one or two people would be interested in my longfic, so I'm very pleased with everyone's kind comments. I think the closest I get to wanting more response is on certain chapters. But then, there will always be chapters that are harder to comment on then others, so I try not to sweat it.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Hopefully, still writing? But I have a habit of hobby-cycling as a person with ADHD, so even if it's just one year of my life, I'm trying to soak it in and enjoy it now.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

A chapter of Brittle Stars by fullofleaves (@hellofeanor ) and yes! It's been fascinating to explore Adar's backstory from someone else's headcanons. It's quite a bit different from mine (not that anyone but me would know since my Adar Will Not Talk about it), but that's the wonderful thing about fandom. Also, this fic gave me Pengolodh as a blorbo and now I'm basically that Brooklyn 99 gif about him:

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

I edit as I write. ADHD brain does not like moving past something until it's polished. Sometimes, I can get away with a [transition here] during a writing sprint, but otherwise, you bet I'm sitting there searching for the perfect simile for that ancient look on Adar's face. Unfortunately, this results in many scenes that are "mostly polished" that don't get included in the final fic. There's about 80k words in the writing graveyard of this fic.

This took a long time to respond to, but only because Tumblr ate my first attempt. Thank you for the questions - they all turned out to be fun to respond to!

Get to know your fic writer asks!

#niennaanswers #lady of imladris <3 #get to know your fic writer asks

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pyrrhicallyspeaking · 8 months ago

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could you post the obscure journey uquiz results plz 🙏🏻 I'm so curious about all of them

Oh sure! There are eight results in total, and ig y'all can take these reassurances whenever u want 🫶

Read below the line for the results to this quiz👇

I. You have done what you can.

It’s alright to second-guess all the decisions you’ve made. Sometimes, that’s just how we cope when we face difficulties. But I want you to remember that your strength comes from working around the past. Yes, there are so many things you could’ve done differently; I won’t stop you from thinking about those endless possibilities, but please be kind to yourself. You don’t have to accept it so suddenly, but you will have to start somewhere. What’s done is done, for better or for worse. Now, you are here in a place that can take you further. It waits for you patiently, so there's no need to push yourself when you’re not ready. But, it asks for one thing: to leave your regrets behind. The past may weigh heavy on you, but most of that baggage is something you can start dropping along the way. Your shoulders could only bear so much, so wouldn’t it be better if they carried the good instead of the bad?

II. You are far more than what you fear.

Something is stopping you, and you are afraid it'll consume you if you take another step. I want you to look at yourself, then at every good thing you have now. Maybe it’s hard for you to even do that, and it’s okay. But, you have to open your eyes. The shadows loom far beyond the safe space you've made already, and you are stronger than you were before. They deny you the courage you've long since built, and we both know that's just unfair. Take heart, and start opening up. You can take it, and probably a bit more after that. But of course, it’s always okay to harbor some doubt. The rush you feel is only natural, but know that sometimes, it’s all in your head. Be strong, and in your moment of weakness, be trusting. You are strong, and so are the people you have confided in.

III. You have changed for the better.

We all have our reasons to change; maybe it’s to become the person we wish to be, or sometimes it’s just so we can leave the past behind. Whatever the reason is, we can’t help but look back and ask ourselves if it’s worth it, if the person we are now is better than what we left behind. Questioning yourself is fine, but do be careful. You walk the tightrope of reflection and self-loathing, and it’s much too easy to sink into the latter. Besides, you deserve to be proud of who you are now. You don't have to worry about the specifics—if you've changed significantly. What matters is that you took that step to become someone new. It's a long road, yes, but that's all the more reason to keep your head up. You'll become that dream you long for, so just enjoy the journey that'll take you there.

IV. What you seek shall be revealed.

You feel like the answers always slip away whenever you get close enough to realize things. You're just left with more questions, ones you don't have the time to add to the already-daunting pile you have. This isn't your fault; the situation is far more than anyone could handle given your circumstance, even if it seems like such a small thing. But this isn't the end for you, time just hasn't caught up with your desires. There are things far away from your vision, puzzle pieces that are taking their time to fit into the grand scheme. More than anything, you're being tested for your patience. Those lines you've drawn will soon converge, that much is true. Perhaps this lull is given to you so that you may reflect. Slow down, and look deeper. You deserve whatever answer you seek, but you also deserve to know why you're trying to find it in the first place.

V. Fires shall burn bright once more.

People always say passion is a flame that soon consumes itself, falling silent after a glorious blaze. You feel like you're waning, your own fire stoked beyond the brink, now sputtering and dying. Whose fault it is, you don't exactly know, nor do you particularly care at this point. All you know is that you don't feel the same joy you once had. I'm not going to lie to you, what you're going through is painful. But you have to believe in yourself. You're not a lost cause, and there's more to you than what you're led to believe. Yes, your heart may be quiet now, but it's merely preparing itself. This stillness is your time to be loving of yourself. Trust that time will be kinder to you from now and slowly build yourself up again. Sun and stars beyond will soon greet your own light, and you will feel the warmth bloom inside you again.

VI. Love yet hopes for you.

Humans exist to love, and you feel like you’re ready to invite that into your life. And yet, it’s like the world is conspiring against you, keeping the warm embrace of another soul away from you. Questions start to seep in: if you’re truly ready for this, if your standards are too high or too low, hell, you start to question if you’re even worthy of love despite telling yourself over and over again that you are. Take heart, for you’re more than deserving of love. It’s funny really, how we exist to love but most of the time we don’t know how to express it. But maybe that’s why: we care so much about it that we forget the simple acts. What I’m telling you is that you’re already loved, and I hope both you and them will realize that. And if you think you haven’t found the love you're looking for, then just know that you deserve to find it, that they deserve you too.

VII. Let the silence be your solace.

After the storms you’ve weathered, it feels odd that you’re just left here—standing still, staying silent. To you, it might even feel wrong to not be doing anything with the time you’re given. But that’s probably why you’re here in the first place: you need to understand that you’re not a whirlwind of change, at least not all the time. You’re human, and it’s perfectly fine to be tired. What you see now is not a lack of something, it’s just what happens when you finally have time for yourself. You’re not stuck, and nothing bad is going to rear its ugly head towards you. The world stopped for you, so take a deep breath. Be proud of all that you’ve done, it’s what you deserve. And if it’s not too much for you, I want you to be just you, nothing more and nothing less. Even the strongest hearts need their time to heal.

VIII. Soon, you shall see skies again.

Heavy clouds loom over you, since when did it become so dark? You remember the you who would smile at anything as they leave their baggage at the doorway—the better you. You’re thankful that life taught you what the world truly looks like, but you fear that you’ve become far too cynical. It’s hard to be hopeful nowadays, and maybe not everything has to be your fault. But you have to know that you still have power left in you. It may not be enough to change the world, but there’s enough to change yours. Feel your heartbeat and know that it sings for you, the you that can become what they were. The world may have taught you that life is war, but know that it is merely a lesson, not a decree. Remember that reality is not painted grey; no, it brims with every color imaginable. Let yourself hope again, for your hardened mind will only be stronger with a kinder heart.

END.

#uquiz #uquiz results #i may or may not be in the process of making a new one

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matfinishfuckstheworld · 2 years ago

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im feeling a way so i saw these nsft questions and thought they looked fun, but we are all about fucking fictional characters here so i am just going to. answer how i think hugo would answer them for me. god. i am so cringe. but i am free.

maybe this can become a trend if it isn't one already. i'd love to start a trend.

[1] How would you breed me?

"a futile question. i already removed those parts for you, don't you remember, my dear? of course, i suppose you're fertile in other ways... your mind is fertile soil in which to plant my commands. especially when paired with some positive stimuli... like my seed inside you."

[2] You've got me on a leash, what do you make me do?

"a leash would be more a tool for the early stages of your captivity -- apologies, not so much captivity, but acclimatisation -- than a late one. i would need to ensure you would not stray far from me, and those at the start do tend to act more like wild animals. you are nothing but adrenaline and have not yet figured out that fighting is so much harder than succumbing. so you require taming. training.

"one thing i enjoyed from your collaring was being able to tug on the leash as a sort of addition to language. you always knew when you needed to sit, or kneel, or follow. but your conditioning outgrew the need for such primitive tools."

[3] What monster(s) would you hire/conjure to fuck me? How would they do it?

"hm. a tempting offer. i have never tested the sexual prowess of my own creations. but, something about it stirs rancor in me. perhaps it's that your holes are my privilege, and it feels wrong to waste them on creatures who will barely enjoy them, or understand their significance."

[4] Routine! What's something you'd want me to do every day to keep me addicted to pleasure?

"oh, your training will never end. you may not believe it, because after all being brainwashed into submission makes you feel so good, but the mind requires continual maintenance to remain so docile and open to command. so, there will be lessons to repeat, morning and evening. and of course the sleep tapes, the personal sessions, the aphrodisiacs and sedatives to regulate your body. doesn't that sound nice, to have it all planned out for you? never needing to worry about things getting off-track... i will take care of it all for you."

[5] You have me in a custom locked room. What does it look like? What are we doing?

"it's a padded cell in grey, with low light to avoid agitating you. you're strapped into an examination chair with a headset displaying some... important messages for you to internalise. my voice echoes around the cell, through speakers, reminding you of your place beneath me. something will buzz between your legs - we will try a few in the first few hours, and select the one which produces my desired results. a camera in the walls feeds through to my office so i can see how your conditioning is progressing, and of course, occasionally i will come to check on you personally - take your pulse, ask you some questions, such as:

what is your name?

how do you feel about me?

are you enjoying being brainwashed?"

[6] Which of the kink's on the yes list in my pinned are you most curious about? I'll share my thoughts and why I'm into it.

"i hope you don't expect me to ignore that you enjoy the prospect of your mind being split in two and reshaped. you will never find a better or more qualified man to enact the reshaping."

[7] If there's a kink not on the list you're interested about, ask if I'm into it!

"now, how would you feel about becoming my doll?"

[8] Would you keep me all to yourself, pass me around or put me on display?

"i cannot afford to become too attached to an object, even one so... endearingly easy to manipulate. if a situation arises in which you would be most useful as someone else's plaything for the night, i would of course put you to use in that way. but it would be with the knowledge that you are my toy, and by serving them you would ultimately be serving me."

[9] Free use: you can put me in a glory hole. What kind is it: one with holes for cocks to come through, one where I'm bent at the hips for anyone? Is it private or public?

"it would be a shame to hide your form. but it is a good suggestion. a hole at waist-height would be a useful addition to the closet doors. we'd have to also make some alterations to your 'sleeping space', to ensure you could serve me at any hour i desire. some ropes - strings for your puppet body - to keep you perpetually kneeling. and, of course, a ring gag to keep your mouth open and drooling for me."

[10] Dress me up! What would you like me to wear, how would you fuck me in it?

"i can make you wear anything i want, and i will sew you anything i want, too. of course we would have the suits tailored specially for those occasions where you must accompany me in public. but at home i will dress you in lingerie, some of my own making just for you. you are a pretty object, and you should aim to please me at all times."

[11] Do you blindfold me, bind me, gag me or block my hearing? Why?

"why not all at once? sensory deprivation and restraint is a useful tool for punishment. you will be left alone with those troublesome free thoughts of yours, and your mind may just decide to swallow them to escape the torture. even while you are, yourself, unable to swallow."

[12] Date night! Describe a date and how it leads to us fucking (cnc welcome).

"i inform you immediately before you pick up your drink of the drug i just slipped into it, and its effects. you drink it anyway, because i have asked you to, and you are incapable of resisting anything i ask of you. from then on, you are mine. incapable of higher thought or reasoning, halfway asleep, but maintaining the impression of consciousness until we return home."

[13] sub4sub, we're both feeling needy and dumb, can we get each other off? how?

"i would not say i have felt either adjective. i only submit to those who have bested me, and you, being an object, have no such luck."

[14] If I did video, what would you like to see happen to me/me do the most?

"i would love to watch you become increasingly amenable to my suggestions. to see the shifts in your microexpressions as you struggle against the binds of my mental control. of course at first i would pay you to listen to me, but that would not be necessary after a time."

[15] You can only pick one toy to use on me, what is it and why?

"whichever makes you easiest to control. yet i would not want you to think that you are somehow superior to a wand or a fleshlight. you serve the same function, after all."

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