#my body will not thank me if i carry on refusing to stretch just because i'm supposed to

[a-chilleus]

ok my brain is doing something unexpected and i want to know why

i know a bit about the pda profile of autism. i don't think i've ever shown signs of it before. i have recently begun to find it extremely difficult, sometimes impossible, to do tasks on my to do list specifically if they are on my to do list. is that related to pda? is that something else?

i do have some executive functioning issues, but they have other cases afaik - depression, exhaustion, and also sensory issues make me not want to move from the one comfy-ish spot i've found.

[the-original-skipps]

|| When you carry them bridal style. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

just a cute idea that popped up hehe i have so many wips i have to finish ahhh guys pls give me strength

CW: slight angst for suo and nirei

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Togame Jo.

❥ Sakura was confused when you suddenly crouched, but then that confusion quickly turned into surprise when you lifted with up. He could feel his heart leaping out of chest, no one has ever carried him before - much less like this! As much as he wants to cover his vibrant red face, he immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, afraid that you'd suddenly drop him. He struggles to find the words to express his feelings, only coming out as random stutters and yelling. You giggle at his reaction, he's just too adorable. You tell him that he's your little princess, which has him sputtering like a fish out of water. He demands you let him down but you refuse, only if he says please.

"P-Put me down! Dammit, do I really have to say it?!.....P-Please."

❥ Suo let's out a simple "wow" as you lift him up bridal style. He calmly wraps his arms around your neck, not the slightest bit worried that you'll drop him. Suo is very light, just like you expected him to be which brings a frown to your face. He's smiling and just about to tease you, until he sees the look on your face and questions you what's wrong. You tell him that he's very light, in which he replies laughing that it must be because his diet is working. Which makes you frown even deeper, you tell him you're worried and that he should eat more. Suo is slightly taken aback but he's back to smiling-placing a loving hand on your cheek, touched that you're worried about him.

"I'll eat, but only if you'll feed me～"

❥ Nirei squeaks, instantly clinging onto you as he looks at you with great surprise and embarrassment. He buries his face in your neck, as his cheeks flush red - his heart beating wildly in his chest. He can't deny the flutter he felt at being so affectionately held by you. Then he starts wondering if he can carry you like this too, what if he couldn't? The thought has him feeling self-conscious but tries to dismiss those thoughts away. He'll just have to get stronger, train more with Sakura and Suo. He snaps out of his thoughts when you call his name, looking at him with worry. Nirei responds with a bright grin, thanking you for carrying him and that he'll be sure to return the favor.

"Next time, let me carry you too!"

❥ Umemiya lets out a shout of surprise and excitement as he feels his body getting lifted up. No one ever heeded his request of wanting to be carried, especially Kotoha. He's quick to wrap his strong arms around your neck, nuzzling his face to your neck - complimenting you on how strong you are. His excitement is so adorable that a smile stretches on your face, he really reminds you of a golden retriever. Afterwards, he eagerly asks you if you could carry him around today in which you reply that you'll try. You're not sure how long you could go on carrying him, he is made up of pure muscle but you'll try just to see his bright smile on his face.

"Oh oh, let's go to the bakery next!. My treat!"

❥ Kaji is wary to say this least, he's always on guard on whether or not you'll pull some kind of prank on him. So you had to wait for just the right moment to suddenly pick him up. Of course, his first instinct is to yell and question your actions, all with a blush on his face. Luckily, Kaji wasn't eating his lollipop because he would have dropped it instantly. You could only laugh as he struggles with the new position he has in your arms. Even going as far into teasing him at how light he is which has him turning a darker shade of red. Eventually, he gives up the struggle and obediently lays still in your arms with a pout on his face. Luckily for him, Kusumi isn't here or else he'll gain some blackmail material.

"H-Hey! You better not d-drop me!"

❥ Togame whistles out, impressed that you were actually able to pick him up nonetheless carry him in your arms. All without breaking a sweat, wow - you might even be stronger than him. He calmly praises you for your strength, telling you how cool you are at being able to do this. He makes himself comfortable, leaning his head against your shoulder. Your arms holding him tightly, your scent enveloping him. He swears he could just fall asleep like this. You smile in response, happy at his reaction - it's almost as if you're carrying a giant teddy bear. Togame quietly lets you know that it's okay to let him down if you're tired but you quickly refuse. Togame lets out a chuckle and smiles, well he could get used to this.

"Mhmm, you're so strong..."

[reverieblondie]

HI!! baldurs gate ladies anon

was just looking at the other tiefling (purring and tail stuff) x guys ask and wondering if you could do it for karlach and shadowheart?

catlike tieflings give me life lololol

Hey Anon!! Thank you for the ask! I never Write for the ladies but this was really fun! I hope you enjoy! As always the last bullet point is 18+ NSFW!

BG3 Boys with teifling s/o

Karlach

You Should feel humiliated right now, but that feeling is being subsidized by your udder glee at this moment. You had taken a particularly nasty fall, ending up with you having a twisted ankle. Usually, a little inquiry like this could be healed quickly by Shadowheart or Halsin, but they are back at camp, leaving you to be with Astarion, Lae'zel, and Karlach. Karlach, of course, was the first to volunteer to carry you back, and with your heat resistances, how could you refuse. Thus, you get to be held in Karlach's strong arms! It would be foolish to decline. Karlach carries you effortlessly and is nothing but smiles as she carries you back. She is always such a positive light in your life that you can't help but admire her; plus, you two have a connection unlike you have felt with any other. Being around her just makes you feel so comforted. That comfort would be what makes you slip, what makes that soft purr vibrate through your chest. Karlach seems surprised for a second before her beautiful smile stretches to her lips. "Well, well, Soldier! You must be feeling a bit better." You blush and lean against her chest more, "Being around you always makes me feel better... you're my favorite person.." Karlach's chest also starts to purr, and she holds you tighter, ecstatic the feeling is mutual.

It's no surprise that people, especially kids, flock to Karlach. It's almost like she is a magnetite, but you know it's just because of her kind soul. Karlach has become a role model to the teifling kids, and honestly, Karlach couldn't be happier about it. Karlach has been spending the last hour telling stories to them and receiving every compliment under the sun. Though she wouldn't fully admit it, she blushes as they call her a strong hero and beautiful. Once storytime is over and you two are walking back to camp, you see that Karlach is still on cloud nine. "Those kids are great, though I don't know if I am exactly role model material," Karlach says, still grinning. "Well, they have great taste; you are pretty amazing." You add as you two walk along. Karlach blushes at your words, "I think that you are way more admirable.... and beautiful...." You feel yourself grin and decide to shoot your shot by wrapping your tail around hers; she seems surprised for a moment before she tugs you closer and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

Karlach is so tender as she presses soft kisses to your skin. At the start, she had swept you off your feet and devoured your lips with hunger, her hands so greedily caressing over your most sensitive parts... But now that she has you where she wants you, lying prone underneath her muscular body. Softly pleading, trembling... Now Karlach wants to take her time as she explores your every curve, Worshiping you thoroughly. Karlach looks deep into your eyes as she slowly slips her hand down, smiling as she watches you unravel... Once she finally starts to tease her long fingers against your sex, you think you're about to evaporate to a different dimension. The only thing keeping you grounded is her voice and tail wrapped tightly with yours.

Shadowheart

You and Shadowheart were finally able to set up a proper date. It was the first thing you had promised her: go on a proper date with her after everything is done in the city. Today was a big deal for you; it was the day you hoped to take your flirtationship with Shadowheart into a relationship. The plan to seal the deal? A perfect kiss. The date was simple: a nice countryside picnic. You cooked and packed everything, and Shadowheart looked so radiant! It was all going according to plan. You two ate food, shared a cake, and fed the squirrels and ducks from around the lake. Shadowheart surprisingly has a way with animals and made quick friends with a particularly adorable squirrel. As the date was ending, you decided to make your move, so very gently you brushed her fair hair back behind her ear. Shadowheart leaned into your hand and looked at you with a knowing smile. "May I kiss you?" You asked barely above a whisper. "I would be disappointed if you don't." With the go-ahead, you leaned in and kissed her expecting lips softly. During your kiss, a pur starts to bloom from your chest, causing her to giggle and you to get embarrassed. You break the kiss feeling flustered, but your face is quickly brought back close by Shadowheart's hand. You whisper an apology, but Shadowheart only smiles and shakes her head, "Don't be embarrassed... I thought it was cute… and I hope you will do it again."

"Must you keep doing that?" You say with no real bite to your tone but still stern enough to make Shadowheart pause. "Why? Is it bothering you?" She asks casually before running her index finger up the base of your tail again, making a shiver tremble through your body. She knows she's teasing you, and you're loving every second of it. However, a person can only handle so much teasing for so long, and you want it to be her turn to shiver in excitement. So right before Shadowheart can lean back down and tease your twitching tail, you're quickly wrapping it around her waist and pulling her close to your chest. "If you're going to keep teasing me..... I'm just going to have to find ways to tease you...." Shadowheart smirks, "That sounds like a promise..."

It's not something you thought you would like, but with Shadowheart doing it, you just can't seem to mind. The more you kiss and tease her with your forked tongue, the more she seems to fall apart for you. Her soft moans are like a melody in your ears. Then you wrap your lips around that little swollen bundle of nerves, and it makes her pull on your horns harder and moan your name louder. The pull from her bringing you closer against your core makes your eyes roll, and you can't help yourself when you start to purr, and That just seems to get her closer to that blissful edge... Carefully you slip two fingers into her quivering slit, praying to the gods it will make her pull harder on your horns and grind against your eager tongue faster.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Alastor with gender-neutral!reader Christmas scenario

warnings: established relationship, mentions of violence, ooc and fluff.

Inspiration came from @lbcreations-blog's holiday fic. The link will be here. Special thanks to @vikkirosko for giving me feedback on this segment before I posted it. Merry Christmas one and all! :)

Alastor could recall very little memories of the Christmases he had spent as a mortal. Time was a funny thing; it blurred, made your brain all fuzzy until all you can ever really remember are the people you had once loved. In the Radio Demon’s case, the honor of a preserved memory belonged to his mother. Recently though, someone else had been occupying his mind and creating new memories in Hell. You. His significant other. 

To celebrate the coming of the winter solstice and to bring some festive cheer to the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie thought it would be a wonderful idea to throw a little party in one of the ballrooms. Some decorations, good food and liquor, gifts. An ideal Christmas get-together, so to speak. You helped Vagatha with getting the supplies needed, and he just watched all of this chaos happen, occasionally helping when the princess absolutely insisted that he become involved. 

What caused the pleasant Christmas  jazz music around him to a screeching halt was the sight of a plant hanging over the archway leading to the main lobby coming from the elevators. And you were right underneath it, carrying a box of ornaments in your hands. Alastor definitely did not hang this up here, which only left two possible culprits: Charlie, or Angel Dust. Husk was busy minding the bar. Niffty is still in the kitchen preparing the food, and she knew much he despised being touched by anyone. 

Especially you. He told you as much in the early beginnings of your relationship, including how he would prefer to not engage in physical intimacy beyond hand holding because he did not like it. You always gave him a wide berth, respecting his personal space and being content with how things were, though sometimes…he knew you wanted just a little more. You just would not say it because you already knew he would refuse. 

In regards to this….scenario, everyone’s eyes were on him and you. Half-expecting him to give in and just give you a kiss on the cheek, or for you to take initiative and do the deed and be placed on his dinner menu. Neither of which actually happened. Alastor was fully ready to step away and forget about the entire thing until you smiled sheepishly, bowing to him and extending your hand to him.

“Care to dance?”

He felt the tension evaporate from his shoulders, replaced with a chipper tune and a round of applause from the audience. “Why, I’d be delighted, my dear!” Carefully lowering his gloved palm on top of yours, he pulled you to his body and swung you around to the trumpets of his shadows. His grin stretched as he watched you quickly catch onto the rhythm, laughing as he dipped you towards the ground, then back up and did a twirl. You spun around, breaking away from him and bowing to him with that lovely smile of yours. 

Oh, how lucky he is to have you, indeed~! 

Though if anyone were to try and kiss you under the mistletoe, he will remind them why he is in Hell.

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[readychilledwine]

Pleasure

Warnings - period sex, praise kink, smut, NSFW

A/n - I accidentally deleted this request because I accidentally posted a just titled version of this instead of the whole thing, so @avidromancereader this is for you!

“Relax,” Cassian murmured into your skin as his fingers rubbed your clit in gentle circles below the water. Your back arched against his chest, a small whimper falling from your throat. “It's okay, babygirl. Let me take care of you.”

You knew this cycle was going to be hell the second she had knocked on your doorstep last week. Cramping, crying, refusing to allow Cassian to so much as look at you. No amount of prep had prepared you two of this, though. Between the stress of Rhysand coming home, the war, everything, you had thrown your already irregular cycle off, so this was your first in a long time.

Cassian had scented it the second he came into the room. He was kneeled at your side instantly as you curled up in child's pose hoping to stop the cramping in at least your back. He had gently picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom as the house filled the tub with warm water. He added your favorite jasmine and lilac oils onto the tub, hoping to relax you. 

And now you were here, his fingers circling that swollen and extra sensitive bundle of nerves, a deep baritone whispering praise in your ear. 

“Such a good girl,” he kissed above your ear. “Doing so good for me.” His fingers moved lower. “Want me to make you feel better, baby?” You nodded eagerly, arching against him again as a single finger pushed in. A wave of relief came down the bond instantly from you, striking him deep in his chest as Cassian worked you open with one finger, curling it every so often to just tickle that special spot that made you see you stars. He felt your body relax against him, muscles almost unlocking as you allowed your head to fall to the side. 

He slipped in a second finger, nerves shooting through your body as if he had just lit your soul on fire. 

“Cassian,” you panted out as he scissored, thrusted, and curled those thick rough digits in your soft smooth walls. “Oh Gods, Cass.” 

“Doing so good, baby. Taking my fingers so well. Can't wait to sit you on my cock and watch you ride me. You wanna do that princess? Ride your pain away?” He smirked into your shoulder as your moaning grew and your hips moved, riding his hand like it was a godsend. The end all be all to the discomfort and pressure you were feeling. “That's my good girl, taking what's hers.”

That coil in your stomach tightened more and more with each word from his mouth, with each curl of his fingers, with each soft kiss placed on your neck. You were on fire. Truly and fully on fire. Engulfed by the pleasure your your mate's calloused fingers and palm rubbing each nerve. 

“Cum for me, y/n," Cassian murmured gently into your skin. That was all it took, you came whimpering his name. “Such a good girl, y/n. There you go, baby.” He kept whispering to you, allowing you to ride out the High until you relaxed every more in his arms, and he removed his fingers.

The sharp pain in your lower stomach was now a dull ache as you turned into his lap, silently thanking Rhys for agreeing they all needed tubs big enough for themselves and their mates for this exact purpose. 

You pulled Cassian's face to yours, placing a heavy deep kiss on his lips while adjusting to straddle him. You felt him lining himself up, and then his freed second hand come to the curve of your hip to push you down. 

You threw your head back, moaning as each delicious inch stretched and stretched more, rubbing and hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. Cassian groaned loudly once he was fully seated inside of you, enjoying the extra warmth and tightness your cycle brought. He pulled your mouth back to his before both of his hands began  resting on your hips as he helped you start to bounce on his length. 

Cassian was always a vocal lover, groaning praise, moaning so you knew how good he felt, whimpering when he needed release. This time was no different. “Fuck baby,” his head fell back, exposing his throat and allowing you to suck soft bruises into his tanned skin. “Feel so good, so fucking tight. This pretty pussy was made for me. You feel that? Do you feel how perfectly we fit?”

You began bouncing faster, nails digging into his shoulder as your chased your highs. That spring had started to wind back up, heightened by your sensitivity and previous orgasm. “Cassian,” you chanted softly. “Fuck! Cassian! Please?”

He was moaning below you, mouth slightly opened in bliss, eyes squeezed shut as those large fingers began to dig so hard you knew bruises were forming. You felt your walls twitch at the sight. One of your hands snaking down to play with your clit as you rode him. 

He smirked at the sight of it, looking down to watch your cunt swallow every inch of him and your fingers play with his favorite bundle. “Look at you, baby. So fucking beautiful like this, all blissed out for me, whimpering like a pretty little mess. That cock feel good, baby?”

You nodded eagerly a breathy, “yes,” leaving your lips as his name became a mantra. Repeated over and over as that edge came right into sight. “Gonna cum for me again, princess? I'll right fucking there, baby.”  Cassian grabbed your hips harder, slamming you down on him and growling loudly as your moans became screams of pleasure.

Each thrust was aimed at your gspot, rocking it over and over until your blood felt like lava in your veins. 

Then that pressure popped. 

It was almost a second of silence between you two before you let out another loud scream of his name and he growled yours, biting down onto your neck, arms locking you in place as he sloppy thrust into you with each twitch of his release. 

You fell limp into his arms, the dull ache now temporarily gone as he stroked your hair, praising you for taking it so well, for riding him so well. 

“I love you,” you whispered into his neck. “Thank you for helping me.”

Cassian hummed, kissing your shoulder softly. “I love you too, y/n. Let's get you dried off and laying with a warm bottle, baby.”

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 3: Massage

Swiss's shoulder flares up after his fall. Mountain takes care of him.

Shoutout to @forlorn-crows for putting this all together <3

(pspspspsps @hypnoneghoul i offer swissalps)

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Swiss does his best to hide, keep his smiley front up in front of his pack, but Mountain's always been good at seeing right through him. Has been since Swiss first crawled out of the summoning portal, bruised and beaten to shit, refusing to admit that it was because he had forced himself, a multi-ghoul, through a portal meant for a fire ghoul.

Mountain knows what Swiss looks like when he's in pain, and he looks like it now. His smile is a little too wide, edges just a little too close to a grimace. He's favoring his left arm, wincing as he stretches up with Aeon's hand in his for bows.

He follows the multi-ghoul offstage and tries to subtly corral him to the side. Swiss's entire body is tense, and he turns to look up at Mountain.

"I know what you're gonna say, maple. 'M fine," he says, his glamour slipping, too many teeth in his mouth, each too sharp.

Mountain sighs, shakes his head. "Edelweiss. You can't lie to me."

If it were unglamoured, Mountain knows that Swiss's tail would be lashing back and forth. They stare at each other, locked at a standstill, Swiss's posture tense and radiating pain, Mountain straightening to his full height. Mountain wants to get out of his sweat soaked uniform, wants to help his mate, and if he has to pull pack rank to get Swiss to accept help, then so be it.

He doesn't have to. After a moment of intense eye contact, Swiss's posture buckles and he takes a shaky breath. "Hurts, Mount," he says, almost under his breath, but Mountain can hear it clear as day.

"Do you want me to get Aeon?" he asks, reaching for Swiss's arm.

He shrugs, wincing as he pulls his left shoulder up. "No, don't bring them into this."

Mountain nods reluctantly, resting one of his big hands over Swiss's shoulderblade, feels the heat radiating off of it. "Shit, Swiss," he hums. "You're rooming with me tonight. We'll see if we can't get you feeling better, edelweiss."

Swiss nods, letting his head fall forward until the plastic helmet is pressed to Mountain's shoulder. "Thank you," he breathes.

Mountain kisses the crown of his head, and they filter off to the green room.

It's a bit of a blur from there until they're settled in a hotel room that looks the same as all the other hotel rooms Mountain's ever been in. He sets his and Swiss's bags down (he had refused to let the multi-ghoul carry his own, worried he'd just aggravate his shoulder more) on one of the queen beds and gestures to the ensuite bathroom.

"Take as long a shower as you need," he says, helping Swiss pull his hoodie off over his head. "As hot as you can handle, see if the heat can't get your shoulder to relax a bit."

Swiss hums, swaying on his feet. "Hot shower sounds good. Might just put me to sleep, if my shoulder knocks it off."

"And if you get relaxed enough to sleep, I'll count that as a win." Mountain punctuates his sentence with a kiss to Swiss's temple, the barest brush of lips on still-sweaty skin.

Swiss nods, grabbing a pair of sweats before disappearing into the bathroom. "Will you come if I call you?" he asks, voice muffled by the door.

"It isn't even a question," Mountain says, busying himself with digging through his bag. The shower kicks on, and not long after that, he can see steam spilling out from under the crack in the door, a loud groan of relief as Swiss steps under the spray.

Mountain hums triumphantly as he finds what he's looking for, a little oval tin that he sets on the nightstand between the beds. He pulls the covers back on one of the beds, sits on the edge and waits for Swiss to either call for him or come out of the shower.

It turns out to be the latter, Swiss stepping out of the bathroom, braids tied back, his travel clothes in hand. They're quickly tossed on the spare bed, and his eyes lock on Mountain. "Shower helped some. How'd you want me?"

Mountain scoots back and pats the mattress between his spread thighs. "Have a seat."

"You make it sound so ominous," Swiss laughs half heartedly, sitting between Mountain's legs. Mountain reaches around him for the tin, opening it and taking out the lotion bar. He rubs it between his hands, his body heat melting the oils.

"I won't let anything happen, you know that," Mountain says. "Left side, right?"

Swiss sighs. "Yep. There."

Mountain leans forward, presses a kiss to the back of Swiss's neck. "It's alright. I've got you." He curls his hands gently over both of Swiss's shoulders, gently digging his thumbs in on either side of his spine. The multi-ghoul groans as he rubs little circles, head drooping a little. "There we go."

He moves his hands down after a while, knows that Swiss's shoulder flares up fairly regularly after his spill a few autumns ago. He knows where it hurts. He gently targets the area, rubbing the lotion bar into Swiss's skin, feels the muscles starting to relax under his touch.

"Fuck," Swiss groans, head drooping until his chin touches his chest.

"Yeah, baby?" Mountain asks, laughing warmly. "Feelin' good?"

Swiss nods weakly, long eyelashes pressed against his dark cheeks. "A lot better."

"That's good to hear, edelweiss." He leans forward, still rubbing Swiss's back and shoulders, to press a kiss behind his ear. It flicks, bapping Mountain on the nose.

They sit in silence, Mountain coaxing each muscle in Swiss's shoulders to ease up on the tension, to relax, and Swiss gets more and more boneless with every passing moment.

Mountain reaches around to prop Swiss up and keep him from collapsing forward off of the bed. "Hey, edelweiss, sweetheart, are you feeling good enough to lay down?"

Swiss nods, a little dopey. "Yeah," he yawns, stumbling a little as they both stand. Mountain helps him lay down onto his front, face smooshed into the pillows. "Thank you, maple."

"Anything for you, love. I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know," he says, voice slurring as all of the post-show exhaustion seems to hit him like a bus. "I don't like you seeing me hurt."

Mountain chuckles, running a hand up and down the slight protrusion of Swiss's spine. "Oh, I know. You haven't since the day I met you."

Swiss laughs, an exhale of breath, eyes half lidded. "You can go shower, if you want. I'm fine like this."

"I know, but I'm not going anywhere, edelweiss. I showered at the venue." He lays down, still moving his hand up and down, up and down.

Swiss turns his head, a golden eye peeking out. "Thank you, Mounty. Love you," he says, but it's barely more than a whisper, sleep starting to take him.

"I love you too." Mountain reaches over him and turns out the light.

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh he does not dare to even look in their direction. He is ashamed and horrified at the fact they have seen what he is under his magic. He can't even bring himself to turn his head in their direction.

Meanwhile for the Bats who were there, the transformation was horrifying for another reason. Tim was screaming and writhing on the floor while sobbing. Anytime new limbs came out there was loud cracking like breaking bones. They don't know that it was actually the Jorogomo version of Tim's spider joints popping after not being used for a long time. They don't know that the screaming pain was caused by only the sound and not the transformation itself. They think that a transformation between his true form and his human one is *agony* for Tim. They think it was never shown because being forced to switch forms is like torture for him. He wasn't hiding his other form out of malicious intent, it was to save himself the *agony* of being forced to change.

When Tim tries to sit up, the button is pressed again and Tim screams again as it feels like a hundred knives being stabbed into his body all over. This time when it stops, he goes limp and unconscious. The poacher simply laughs and says, "the second dose almost never fails to knock em out. Alright boys, get this one put with the others, I already have a buyer in mind who just *loves* little spiders." The poacher is cut off by Jason finally getting out of his binds and going straight after the man.

Eventually all the Bats are free and and bad guys are taken out. They are now faced with a new problem. Tim is still unconscious and they absolutely can not leave him here. In the end, Bruce carries Tim's upper half while Jason carries the lower half while Damian keeps the path clear. Then the Batmobile gets there, the only way to fit them all is Bruce in the driver's seat, the passenger seat laid down with Tim's torso stretched out on it, and his bothers in the back seat with his lower spider body crushing their laps as they pray he doesn't wake up.

When he does in the cave and they ask him questions about it, Tim replies with a vague, "my mother is the same kind of creature as me. Not my father. Besides, it's not like I could have shown you Even if I wanted to. After all, all of you have made your opinions on apiders *very* clear. That they're disgusting and ugly and not welcome in the manor." He refuses to meet their eyes, especially since the whole family is there now, even Alfred. Tim won't look at them as he gets to his feet and heads for the exit of the cave and says, "I know how to get back to drake Manor. You won't see me again, don't worry."

As for making things with yarn, he absolutely does. Constantly, all the time. Though he uses his own silk instead of yarn and doesn't tell anyone that it's his silk even when they ask what it's made of, he just smiles and says that it's a special type of yarn he found.

Thank you for adding on!

Poor Tim trying to convince himself it's alright as he also tries to convince the Bats that it's alright and he knows the way out. I bet Alfred also feels an immense amount of guilt.

The making stuff with his silk is super cool! I'm curious how it feels and whether there's any special properties to the stuff he makes (he can make human/animal "puppets" so how does clothes or blankets or stuffed animals with his yarn affect people).

Some questions I had: does Jack "die" after Tim's mom dies, does he stay in the comma, or does he somehow wake up? Who else knew about Tim? How did his other form affect the BruceQuest?

Who in the batfam didn't have any negative feelings about spiders prior to Tim's reveal?

[prettyboyrxpist]

My little brother Zee wanted to hang with me and my friends cuz were hot and smoke weed and he's a fucking cum hungry faggot.

He genuinely thought I didn't know what he really wanted when he said that he just liked Alessi because no one else he knew liked Mad K, or when he swore he was just staring because he thought Devonte's scars were really cool, but the runt knows by now that Genjutsu of that level doesnt work on me.

Of course I'm sex positive, I'm a slut and I love to nurture more sluts, if he wanted to get his pussy stretched pounded and filled up, if he wanted to fuck my friends, choke on cocks and piss himself in carnal ecstasy, I'm in his corner all the way.

But No One Is Sinking Into My Little Brother's Pussy Before I Do.

So I let him think hes pulled one over on me. I invited him to come camp with us, were gonna roll blunts, drop acid, barbecue and set off fireworks.

All that and the chance to get split open by one of my friends? What self respecting little brother slut could refuse?

And he didn't. Its probably the most impactful decision he's ever made.

Because when we got to camp and fell under the qualia of our intoxicants and cover of starlight and got high enough to see rythmic mandalas dancing in the shadows of our fire and he started touching Alessi's thighs I had no choice but do what i did and it irrevocably changed the direction of our relationship.

I grabbed him by his waist and picked him up and away from Alessi. Alessi's face fell from a grin to an expressionless combination of shock and curiosity. He knew what was about to happen, I'd told the both of them beforehand.

But i dont think they believed I'd really do it.

I carried him over to the tent, playfully shaming his desperation.

"You don't get embarassed, throwing yourself guys you barely know?"

"Of course you dont. Youre a testosterone pumped desperate little cuntboy faggot. All you care about is getting a fat cock in you."

"You want to bounce on dick so fucking bad dont you dirty fucking hole?"

Zee whined like a puppy when he could manage any sound at all in response.

"l'll be honest i thought you'd fold for Devonte before Alessi, but you're such a cum thirsty whore I bet you'd even fuck them both at once."

"Lucky you, youre gonna get them both."

"But first, youre gonna get something soooo much better."

I placed him on his back on the floor of the tent, he didnt let go of me.

Devonte and Alessi stayed close and watched us from just outside the tent, I wish theyd come in but i get it. They probably wanted to keep some distance from the monster who got his little brother tripping balls so he could rape him into a devoted pet cum slut.

I started peeling off Zee's clothes and watched his face twist into sick combination of shame and rapt anticipation. He was blushing redder than a strawberry and he would later confess to me that in that moment he was more afraid that I wouldnt go through with it than anything else (isnt my little brother the best?)

Once his soft pink glistening little cunt was out I was acutely reminded of the fact that I was an animal. And might as well have ripped my clothes from my body. His eyes were fixed on my cock like he'd never seen one before (turns out he hadn't, not irl anyway)

He was already soaking wet, I'd thank Alessi for rizzing him up but all four of us know he was so wet because he was boiling with the uncontrollable ecstasy of knowing he was about to get fucked by his big brother's fat throbbing cock.

I hooked my arms under his knees and pulled them spread nice and wide, the scent of his cum starved little cunny will be burned into my memory for all my time. I couldnt helo myself, I lined us up and forced the tip of my cock into him. Then more of me. Then more, and more until the tip of me was nestled neatly against his cervix, like he was made for me. Probably Because he was, what else are little siblings for?

He looked to be having a rougher time.

Digging his nails into my arms, gasping and opening his sweet little doe eyes so fucking wide and desperate. Pleading with me not to stop. He looked like he was about to cry, but in a good way.

Not that i'd have stopped if it was in a bad way.

1/?

[lemonlover1110]

Pleaseeee toji in the bootyhole😩😩😩🤤

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Anal Sex, Mentions of oral, Anal Creampie, Ass Smacking

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“Oh, c’mon, baby. Please!” Toji has had the same request for a year straight. And you’ve never given in. But near his birthday, you don’t know what to give him. Other than a shirt and some pants, you really have no gift ideas for him. Until it hits you.

You’ll give him what he wants. 

When he gets home, you’re waiting for him with a robe covering the cute lingerie that you have underneath. It’s the first thing he notices when he walks into the place. It makes a smile stretch to his lips. “Is this your surprise for me?”

“Yes, honey.” You respond, walking over to him. Your hands wrap behind his neck and you peck his lips. You kiss him twice or thrice before your lips go to his ear, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Oh thank you, baby.” He replies, kissing your cheek. You feel him as he gropes your ass before his lips go to your ear, “What’s my gift?”

“Hmm…” You chuckle, knowing how happy he’ll be when he finds out. But you choose to mess with him first, “Just a shirt and some pants.”

You feel him smack your ass. “Be serious.”

“You get to fuck me in my tight little ass.” 

Oh, it’s fair to say he gets excited. So excited he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. And while Toji is one that prefers to receive rather than give, he chooses to eat you out on his birthday. He was expecting maybe a blowjob, or something along those lines. But he’ll refuse a blowjob. 

He makes you come twice on his tongue before he finally stands up, and takes off his pants. Your mind is hazy when you get to the actual present, but you remember to grab the lube from the nightstand. You hand it to him before he turns you over, making you stand on your hands and knees. 

He smacks your ass as he opens the bottle and begins to pour the lube on your ass. He takes his cock out from its confinements, and taps it twice on your asscheek before he begins to tease your asshole with it. He asks, “Are you sure you can handle it, baby?”

“Put it in.” You shake your ass and he chuckles before his hand strikes your ass again. He slowly pushes his cock into your asshole, and you moan with no restraint. You’ve been preparing for this all week, but there’s nothing enough to prepare you for the real thing.

Toji is biting down his lip, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at how good this feels. Fuck, he loves your pussy but he might just like this even more. He has to give it a moment before he begins to move, not only for your sake but for his. Because he might just finish right there, not even a minute after beginning. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, baby.” You respond. Although you didn’t prepare enough, God, it feels so good. He begins to move slowly in and out of you, his hands going to your hips and he grips hard. It’ll definitely bruise, but neither of you care all that much. 

Toji is groaning, loving the way your asshole feels around him. He really wasn’t expecting that you’d finally allow him to do this after begging you endlessly. This sure was a nice surprise. A really lovely one. And he can tell that you’re enjoying it, at least he hears you moaning in pleasure.

“Toji…” You moan, your head pressing against the mattress as pleasure takes over your body. You begin to play with your clit, wanting yet another orgasm. If you had known his cock in your ass would feel so good, you would’ve done it sooner. “S’ good!”

“I know, baby.” Toji responds, feeling ecstatic. He doesn’t want this to ever end, so he has to make sure to last as long as he can. But he doesn’t think he’ll last for too long. “Your asshole is so nice, baby. Are you gonna let me fuck it again?”

“Yeah…” You mutter, your mind barely functioning as you feel another orgasm take over you. Especially with the way his cock is moving in and out of your ass. You’ll definitely be allowing this again. “Oh, I’m gonna come–”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me.” Toji mutters as your legs quiver, reaching your high. Toji continues thrusting in and out of you eagerly. He’s groaning, barely able to control himself. “So fucking good.”

“Oh, Toji!” You moan, but it’s muffled by the mattress. He finally moans, throwing his head back as he comes inside of your ass. So much cum fills you up before he finally pulls out.

Heavy breaths come from him and he gives it a minute before he says,

“I hope you don’t think that was all.”

[ggumjjun]

husband!kai who doesnt leave for work until you kiss him goodbye >< who always kisses you when he comes back from work too eeekk who makes sweet love to you at least once a week that leaves you in tears (both from pleasure and how sweet he is) kisses all over your body, whispering how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have married you~ who always cums when you tell him you love him >< hes down bad frfr

also psa for u mille~ feel free to not write for any of my thoughts i just like to share them :p but if you do thank you for your sweet writings hehe

oh this was made to hurt me ;-; THIS HURT HARD

husband!huening kai who refuses to leave for work, even if he’s running a little bit late because he hasn’t had his goodbye kiss yet, his tall frame leaning over you, trying to catch a kiss. his plush lips against yours, yours eyes fluttering shut as he deepens the kiss, smaller hands resting on the broad plane of his chest… oh! the sound of his ringtone has the two of you separating, a subtle blush on your cheeks as he fumbles to answer the phone, waving goodbye as he grabs his suit coat on the way out, knowing his pretty housewife will always be waiting for him when he gets back.

and coming home, it’s like the honeymoon phase never ended, his arms easily scooping you up into a tight embrace from behind, his lips on your cheek as you squeak in surprise, kai can’t go a day without giving his pretty housewife kisses, can he~? his big hand finding yours, feeling the ring he put on your finger and bringing your hand up to his lips, a smile gracing his features as he wonders how he could have been so lucky in life~ and he can go from one second of being sweet and innocent to flirtatious, nipping your hand before leaning over your shoulder, pressing you further into his chest as his hot breath on your neck, whispering whether you’ve been waiting for him all day, he heard your soft whimper as your cute clothed ass presses to his bulging erection, he’s just so in love being with you turns him on, seeing you so prettily domestic in an apron and so small in his arms <3 so whisper his name, laced with need, and he’ll easily catch you in his arms, bridal carry back to your shared bedroom, imagine being so in love, an unspoken desire~

let husband!kai take care of you, his broad frame over yours, clad in a dress shirt slightly too small for him, his pecs and biceps straining through the material, a charming, adoring smile on his face. husband!kai’s lips on yours, soft and gentle, his hands deftly catching the zipper behind your back, sliding it down, and your instinctive move to cover your chest has his large hands taking your delicate wrists, a murmur that you know he loves you, why hide from him, pretty wife of his~? kai’s lips pressing kisses between your pretty tits, hands tugging down your dress and exposing your lovely body to him <3

kai who holds your hand as his tongue laps up your essence, your teary cries of his name as his tongue prods your folds, addicted to your taste and soft reactions, don’t hide a thing from him. so cum on his tongue, and he’ll kick your release off his lips, an angelic smile, he lives to serve and care. so husband!kai who’s eyes blink and flutter shut as you press kisses to the numerous moles on his skin, feather light but conveying endless affirmations of love, holding hands as you squirm under his broad frame as he pants into your shoulder, kisses pressed to every inch of skin as you struggle to take his big cock, a slight burning stretch to fit his heavy length <3 his slow but hard thrusts into your tight pussy, one hand roaming your soft body and taking in every curve and imperfection, adoring without hesitation or limit. and husband!kai who cums only when you have, his thick seed spilling into your cunny, as he mumbles in your ear how he hopes his seed stays, secretly wondering how beautiful you’d be so full of his love and softly swollen with time, oh— husband!kai can’t help but feel hard again at the thought, gazing down at your teary face with so much adoration <3

ps. husband!kai who has to carry you around for the rest of the day, he’ll never let you lift a finger or take a step of you feel the slightest bit sore… shhh, he also does it because he doesn’t want his cum leaking out more than it already is <3

brb going to go cry in a corner ;-;

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of Us - Dada

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY H! WE LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!

February 1, 2023.

Harry. Palm Springs, California. 8:45 AM.

I let out a deep breath as I was pulled out from the deep slumber I had fallen once I returned to our rented home from the arena, and as I laid there I smiled when I remembered what I had been dreaming about; two girls sitting in a swing set while Y/N pushed them, and little squeaks and laughs could be heard everywhere.

I was still in shock with the fact that we were having another little girl joining us sooner rather than later, and things were starting to move faster than I was able to comprehend. I reached across the bed hoping to find a warm body lying there, maybe even two, but to my surprise the bed was cold and empty.

I stretched myself before getting out of bed and putting on my slippers and opening the blinds, the air had a certain chill, but the weather was still warm and very enjoyable. As I made my way downstairs I smiled when I heard Bluey playing on the tv and I could smell the egg frittata and something sweet cooking.

When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I smiled so big because right in front of me was everything I have always wanted; a baby sitting in her highchair eating some fruit, and a hot sexy wife who was carrying our second little girl cooking breakfast for us.

I walked to where my Missus was standing and kissed her cheek, she smiled before turning and giving me a peck before whispering, “Hi baby! Happy birthday husband of mine!”, I smiled and continued to peck her lips while we laughed a little, “Thank you my lovely wife, you look so beautiful this morning”

She smiled and I saw a blush decorate her cheeks, “You’re too sweet baby; breakfast is almost ready and before you go there, we have a very moody miss today, Bluey is her only friend at the moment, so maybe have your coffee before saying good morning?” I laughed, of course Pippa would be moody when hungry just like her parents.

I nodded and reached for the coffee pot sitting beside her, after taking a sip I ran a hand down her belly, “And this miss? Is she moody today?”, she laughed, “No, she’s being an angel today, I think she’s saving her energy for daddy’s big show tonight huh?”, I kissed her forehead and took another sip of my coffee.

After breakfast was done, we took it out to the patio where she had set a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday Daddy!’ with some balloons, there was a vase with hydrangeas and a card with two tiny handprints which I already knew would find its way to my journal. Once we were ready, we went back inside.

As soon as we made our way back in Pippa stopped paying attention to her TV show and smiled before waving and saying “Mama! Mama!”, we both laughed while we started making our way to her; we had been trying to get her to say dada for a while now, but she refused to acknowledge her favorite parent. Maybe one day.

Once she realized I was standing behind Y/N, her eyes gleamed again before she banged her hands on the tray table before screaming out “Dada!”, as soon as the words left her tiny lips I stopped on my tracks, and Y/N did too before she reacted and reached for the baby who was now begging to be held.

I was still in shock when she started making her way with Pippa to me before whispering, “Who’s that baby? Huh? Who’s that?”, Pippa smiled before turning to look at me and reaching out while screaming “Dada!”, I sniffled before pulling her into my arms and kissing her temple.

I had always imagined the emotions I would feel when she called me her dad, but nothing would ever compare to what I was feeling right now while I cuddled my baby while I cried my eyes out after hearing her calling me dad. We stayed like that for a few moments, and as in sync we both pulled back and pressed our foreheads together, she smiled and said once more, “Dada”, I sniffled and kissed her nose before whispering “Hi baby girl, I love you”

I turned to look at Y/N who also had some tears in her eyes and sniffled before coming to stand next to us before kissing my peck and whispering, “Is this the bestest birthday present ever?”, I laughed, sniffled, and nodded, “This is everything I could ever wish for my 29th birthday baby”

From H 🤍 to Friends & Fam (9:15 AM): Guess who just said Dada 🥹

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[mumms-the-word]

Settling In

Day 4 for the BG3 Fic February Challenge. The Faerûnian February challenge? The write-BG3-fic-for-29-days challenge. That challenge.

This one was tricky for me, and honestly I could have picked any Tav for it. But I chose Dani for today, with some bonus notes about other Tavs at the end.

Check out the Masterlist of my fics here.

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4. Camp chores

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Dani stretched her arms high over her head, letting every inch of the muscles in her arms find sweet relief from the tension they’d been carrying since early that morning. At least, for a brief moment. The second she dropped her arms, all the aches came back and settled in, as if they planned to stay for good.

Typical. You’d think that after nearly two weeks of adventure, her body would have gotten used to it, but no. Then again, the alternative was ceremorphosis, a fate she was miraculously escaping for some weird reason. So maybe a few muscle aches weren’t so bad, compared to the alternative.

This was her life now. Days on the road, wandering the wilderness, following leads, getting into trouble, getting out of trouble, and then setting up camp to get a good night’s rest, only to start it all over again in the morning. 

She set her hands on her hips and watched her companions a moment. Like her, they had all fallen into a kind of rhythm for camp each night. Almost without fail, everyone sort of ended up doing the same things, half-consciously assigning chores to themselves and making sure that everything that needed to get done actually got done. 

Gale was on cooking duty, as he was every night, a duty he would probably never sacrifice. Subject myself to the culinary whims of the likes of Lae’zel? Or worse, Wyll? No thank you, he’d once told her when she suggested he let someone else cook. I’d sooner attempt to sink my teeth into a live worg than suffer one of their dubious dishes.

Dani had thought about suggesting Shadowheart as a potential replacement for cooking duty, but Shadowheart probably considered a bottle of wine and half a pastry as dinner. And besides, Gale was a good cook and no one was complaining. Once, he'd turned a few smoked links of sausage, some cheese wedges, and some fruit into a damn charcuterie board. Lae'zel had mocked him for it, but Dani had never had anything so fancy in her life, even in the city.

Wyll had gotten the firewood for the fire and was already back on the prowl for more sticks and bits of wood for later that night. They’d only recently discovered that Wyll was a duke’s son—specifically Duke Ulder Ravengard’s son—and the knowledge made so much of his behavior make sense for Dani. Like the fact that when it was his turn to do the dishes, they usually came back half-clean, because Wyll’s version of a clean dish was dunking a dirty plate into the river until it came back looking free of crumbs. Or the fact that his shirt was actively unraveling and he barely seemed to notice. Or the fact that when Dani opened their drink chest—because of course she liked to keep things organized, Brann would have killed her if she let her stuff just rattle around in various containers in camp—he had to have a thorough discussion with Gale about what was on the menu before choosing his wine to pair with it.

Oh Wyll. He made her laugh. At least he could be relied upon for a good story at night, something he and Dani could talk about for hours.

Dani’s gaze flicked over to Astarion, who had already set up his tent and was lounging against his faded, embroidered pillows, reading a book with a telltale bored expression. He abjectly refused to do any camp chores on principle. He didn’t eat regular food, he didn’t need the warmth of the fire, and the one time Gale suggested he clean the dishes (since no one in camp liked to do the dishes and it was only fair that they all take turns), he threatened to toss the dishes in a wooden crate and float it down the Chionthar. Out of sight, out of mind, he’d said. Shadowheart had done the dishes that night instead. 

But he did his share, too, Dani reminded herself. As a high elf and a vampire, the man didn’t sleep. As long as he wasn’t hunting for blood to keep himself strong, he was their most reliable watchman. Strange as it seemed to trust a vampire, she slept better at night knowing he'd be keeping watching for most of it. Though she wished he would stop reading the Necromancy of Thay at night. They were all starting to hear the whispers from that damned book by now.

“Hey, Dan.” Karlach walked by with one of the camp crates hefted easily on her shoulder. Scratch followed at her heels, tongue lolling out, happy to get some exercise following Karlach around. “Where do you want this?”

“Which one is that?"

"Spare clothes, I think."

"Oh, right” She looked around the camp for a moment before shrugging. “Just set it next to the library rock. I should probably go through it. We’re low on funds.”

“You got it, soldier. Want me to do the same with the armor and weapons?”

“Sure. I’ll see what needs sorting.”

She watched Karlach walk off, Scratch once more trailing behind. Karlach set down the crate before crossing to the other side of camp to grab some other heavy thing. No matter where they set up camp, Karlach was there to heft things from one side to the other, helping everyone set up their spaces. Some of the companions had heavy belongings and Dani was glad she wasn’t the one having to haul stuff like Astarion and Shadowheart’s whole ass potted plants or Lae’zel’s whetstone or Gale’s ever growing book collection out of the magical chest of holding. Just tell me where to drop it, soldier, was her common refrain. Karlach was happy to move stuff around camp, especially if it meant escaping dish duty.

Although, the more Dani thought about it, the more she wondered why they weren’t asking Withers to just wave his hand and set everything up for them. Then again, she knew what he’d say if she asked him.

No.

Grumpy old bag of bones. She hoped he wasn’t lonely while half their camp was galavanting off on adventures. She wondered if anyone that stayed behind in camp talked to him. Half the time she sort of forgot he was there, he was so quiet. 

Pushing that thought aside for now, she went over to the library rock and sat down in the chair beside it. The big old rock served as the camp desk, more or less, heaped with books and maps and notes she (and Gale) had collected and used to plan their next move. It had sort of become her space, even though anyone could use it. 

Opening one of the crates that Karlach had set down by the rock, she started to sort the items into three piles. Stuff she wanted to keep, just to have extra supplies, stuff she wasn’t sure she wanted to do yet, and stuff she wanted to sell. She’d reorganize everything back in their respective crates once she was done, but she wanted to see everything she had to work with and plan out what needed to stay and what needed to go.

Old habits died hard. She’d learned to keep up with her belongings and travel light when she was part of the Merry Rovers. Now, out here as a ragtag band of adventurers, the last thing they needed was stuff to weigh them down. It was much, much better to have coin instead.

So every night, or almost every night, she went through all their extra stuff and made sure everything was organized in the correct boxes, crates, and chests in the camp. It made everyone's lives easier, and she found plenty of things to sell for a bit more coin in her pockets.

She could never have too much gold, after all.

As she was frowning over some of their extra weapons, daggers and javlins and the like, Lae’zel came over to stand nearby, arms cross. “What do you intend to do with all of those weapons?” she asked.

“I haven’t decided yet.” She looked up at Lae’zel. “I don’t think anyone needs a replacement weapon, do they?”

“A replacement? No. I’ve made sure that everyone’s current weapons are sharp and ready for battle in the morning,” she said. “Except for your rapier. I will take that now, if you don’t mind.” She said it not as a polite suggestion, but as if she expected no argument. She even held out her hand expectantly.

Dani reached behind her and pulled her rapier from her sheathe, handing it over hilt-first. This was Lae’zel’s preferred chore, and Dani wasn’t about to argue. T’chk, she’d say. What do you know about maintaining a sharp edge on your blades? Dani’s answer was absoutely nothing. She barely knew how the spin the grindstone. 

But Lae’zel abhorred bad weapon maintenance, and she also trusted absolutely no one with her grindstone, so she was inevitably the one who kept everyone’s weapons sharp, oiled up, and clean. She might have sharp words to say to everyone for the state of their weapons and armor, but Dani was endlessly grateful she kept them all battle-ready.

“Do you need any extra blades?” Dani asked. “If not, I was planning on just selling the lot. Maybe keep a few daggers on hand.”

“One can never have too many daggers,” Astarion said across the way, turning a page in his book. Sometimes it was uncanny how good his hearing was.

Lae’zel rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored him. “Do what you want with your blades. I will return shortly.”

She left Dani to her sorting. Dani crossed her legs beneath her in the chair and began packing away the things she wanted to keep. As she was folding the extra shirts, Shadowheart walked up with an armful of fabric. Clothes, blankets, even tent material.

“Does any of that need washing?” Shadowheart asked. “I’m about to take this batch to the river, now that we have a bit more soap to work with.”

Dani had been surprised when Shadowheart first took on the laundry as her preferred chore. But when she’d asked Shadowheart about it, Shadowheart merely made a grimace. Is that so surprising? No one else in the camp can be trusted to do it properly, and I absolutely refuse to stay in a camp that reeks of goblin guts and swamp water. Underwear was off the table, though. Everyone still had to clean their own underwear. 

Dani had pointed out that she, Astarion, and Gale were all pretty decent at keeping up with their clothes, but Shadowheart wouldn’t be swayed. The only downside to Shadowheart on laundry duty is that once something was dry, she just tossed it into your tent without folding it. I said I’d clean it, not fold it. I’m not your housekeeper. 

Dani supposed she couldn’t complain. She hated doing the laundry. It had been her job for as long as she was tall enough to reach down into a washbasin, at least when she was living with her mother. She hated how raw it made her hands and how wrinkled her skin would be from all the water and soap. She hated the smell of lye and she hated having to wring out all the water and she hated how it made her back ache. So if anyone in camp wanted to do laundry, and all she had to do was fold her own clothes, she was happy to let them do it.

“It’s all clean enough for now,” Dani said. “You look like you have plenty to work with.”

“Suit yourself,” Shadowheart said, and disappeared toward the river. 

Dani leaned back with her elbow on the back of the chair, surveying the camp again thoughtfully. There was Gale, bending over the cookpot on the fire, conjuring a mage hand to hold the spoon. There was Wyll, coming back with an armload of branches and sticks, whistling a tune as he went. There was Karlach, setting down a straw target dummy and doing a brief bit of shadowboxing before patting the dummy on its canvas shoulder and walking away. There was Lae’zel, running Dani’s blade against her whetstone and testing the point with a finger, frowning at her work. There was Shadowheart, kneeling at the edge of the river, scrubbing suds into one of their shirts, her back to all of them. And there was Astarion, lounging at his tent like a Calishite pasha, seemingly absorbed in his reading.

Strange to think that just over two weeks ago, her entire world was held within the walls and streets of Baldur’s Gate, her family made up of a few roving bards and her mother. Now her world was expanded, exploding out into the wilderness along the Chionthar and beyond, and full of seemingly endless danger. But there were moments, like now, where everything just felt sort of…right. 

In just a handful of days, she’d come to trust these six companions with her life and more. They argued, teased, and poked at each other, but they also had each others’ backs in battle and even here in camp. They helped maintain each others’ weapons, and cooked, and washed the laundry, and kept watch, and checked in on one another, in their own little ways. 

Soon, once Gale announced that dinner was ready, they’d gather around the fire to eat. And there they’d bicker and joke and laugh and get on one another’s nerves, like they did every night. Dani and Wyll might tell stories while the others listened, or Dani might play a bit on her fiddle, assuming she had finished eating first and the others wouldn’t be too annoyed at her music. Or Karlach would try to tell corny jokes and Gale would laugh harder than anyone else at them, whether they were clever or not, and even Lae’zel would crack a smirk at one or two of them. Then they'd argue about whose turn it was to do the dishes before breaking off to go to their tents and get some sleep.

Such was the way they lived these days. Like a strange little family.

The thought gave her pause. Family. Two weeks ago that word encompassed a total of five people: her mother, Brann, Liara, Kellen, and Paraxxel. Now it included Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel.

Oh. And Scratch, of course. Couldn’t forget him.

As if on cue, Scratch bounded over and sat himself right by Dani’s leg, setting his head on her knee. She smiled down at him and gave him plenty of good scratches around the ears before glancing around the camp again.

Yeah, they were all family. For better and for worse. Even Withers, she decided. Maybe it wouldn’t last, she didn’t know. But she knew right now that she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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BONUS - Other Tav duties

I generally think that all the companions kind of fall into the same chores for most Tavs/Durges, with a bit of shifting depending on who is or isn't present. So with that in mind...

Ardynn's main chore would be hunting and gathering herbs for Gale to cook with. Honestly, their group probably eats the best out of all my Tavs because she also knows how to cook and she makes sure they always have fresh food, if she can manage it. Obviously the Shadow Cursed Lands make that task a lot harder.

Invi struggles to figure out what chore she's best at, so she just does whatever someone else doesn't want to do. That doesn't mean she's good at it. She's officially banned from doing laundry or dishes because her lightning magic doesn't mix well with water, and she may have ruined a few shirts or lost utensils down the river even when she keeps the lightning magic in check.

Freyr is the Firewood Guy. But in that "hauls a whole ass log into camp and chops it up while shirtless, occasionally rips wood apart with his bare hands" kind of way. Do not trust him to cook or clean.

[trashytoastboi]

Hello good and generous Senpai!! I hope loadshedding eased by you, as it did by us :) if senpai has a moment to spare.... And would grace us with their amazing writing skills of perhaps a Killer Hard Dom x Reader? 👉👈 Thank you! Keep up the amazing work💖

Aw shucks when senpai calls me senpai it really hits different. You got me feeling all bashful and stuff 🤭 Its been such a long wait and I apologise dearest senpai, hope you enjoy ^^

NSFW Scenario: Hard Dom! Killer x F! Sub! Reader - A Hard Brat to Tame.

(Female Pronouns) 

Warning: NSFW {Dom/Sub dynamics, Spanking, Fingering, Oral, Mating Press, Doggy, Punishment, Bondage (kind of), Orgasm Denial, Body Worship.} 

Word Count: 3,006 words

🍜 Killer 🍜

“Looks like fun, can I join in?” {Name} mused, her hands perched on the arm of a stranger who dealt the cards for this game. Killer twitched uncomfortably at seeing how close and flirtatious she was acting with a complete stranger. Her smug little glaces accompanied by a smirk told Killer that she knew exactly what she was doing in trying to make him jealous. He had been dealing with her acting like a brat the entire day and struggled immensely to keep his patience and composure even in the face of her obvious provocations. Despite his multiple instances of what some may call mercy, she refused to cease her warpath. 

{Name} had complained about being neglected by Killer, it wasn’t the case and she knew it. She delivered the practiced sob story and he could only muster a sigh on every repeat. The real story without any of her choice embellishments is a simple situation of Killer rejecting her advances the previous night because he wanted some well deserved rest. Being the usual brat {Name} is, she expected a snap of her fingers to make Killer pamper and please her. Sometimes he was kind enough to indulge these exorbitant demands, other times he put his foot down and disciplined some sense into her. This was one of those times where she wanted to be pampered, and Killer, who had spent an entire day fighting and running around with the crew trying to keep the peace or letting hell break loose just wanted a rest after. 

Killer now suffered {Name’s} ‘wrath’, and her revenge came in the form of taunts, jeers and repetitive prodding. Anything in her arsenal she could use to intentionally irritate him, she used. Now Killer sits, gripping his tankard tightly while seeing {Name} hang on the arms of strangers who obviously ogled her. 

Hours passed, and they were back at the ship. The crew sat around some talking, some drinking, others passed out and a few sat around the table trying to master a new gambling game. Killer was the reliable one who remembered all the rules and was teaching the others to play. {Name} sauntered over to the table where Killer was sitting. She asked the table if she could fetch more drinks. Her smile seemed friendly on the surface, yet Killer couldn’t stop his feelings from building. He offered to help her carry the drinks and excused himself from the table. He stops {Name} in her tracks, “Behave yourself.” Killer lowered his voice and sounded threatening. She just smiled at him, whipping around as she strutted back to the table of half drunk pirates. 

An utmost act of defiance, she persisted with her disobedience. Finally Killer had enough and his patience snapped. He walks over to the table, “{Name} my room, now.” He demands. She scoffed and ignored him. Killer shook his head, he lifted her easily and threw her over his shoulder, taking long strides through the ship to go towards his cabin. He didn’t care about all the odd or knowing stares that came their way. {Name} kicked up a fuss about being carried like this, of course in her mind she was more than happy to finally get the reaction she wanted out of Killer. 

Despite her various complaints and protests, Killer would not relent. He arrived at the last stretch and finally had enough of the bratty attitude. He clicks his tongue. SMACK. He spanked her, hard. A surprised yelp fell from {Name} who seemed so shell shocked at the sudden spank, she settled quietly without any further fuss now seeing how serious Killer is. He typically would have given a warning first, and a little more leeway. Considering the extent of her behavior he realized he had been far too lax.  

Killer walked inside his room and kicked the door closed behind him. He set {Name} on her feet and combed his fingers through her hair. “I hope, for your sake, you’ll behave and take your punishment like a good girl.” Killer’s voice sounded sweet, even with the phrasing it was not a hard insistence, he told her to behave and nothing else. Even though her pride wanted to fight against him more, the atmosphere suggested that he would not be messed with any further. {Name} shut her mouth and agreed. Killer smiles slightly under his mask, “Take your clothes off and have a seat on the bed.” He instructed. She did as she was told and looked up at Killer, he looked down at her both in the figurative and literal sense. The way he towered over her made him seem so daunting and intimidating. 

Internally she cheered seeing how commanding and straightforward Killer is acting, he may have called it punishment but he is giving her exactly what she wanted. Oh poor {Name}, she is so very mistaken. Killer cradled her face with his hands lovingly, before moving them down to her neck, “Is this what you wanted? Me to touch you?” He probed for an answer. “Yes, I want it.” {Name} responded quickly, enjoying the light touches of his hands on her body, he pulled away abruptly. “Then touch yourself.” He snickers. 

{Name’s} eyes widened, “But-” his hands cupped her face again. A warning. “Just be good and listen.” She shook her head “I don’t want to!” 

Killer sighed, still to the bitter end she would not relent. “If we were doing what you wanted, it wouldn’t be a punishment then.” {Name} could see he had no intention of budging. “Fine…” she muttered. Killer takes a seat in front of the bed, “Come on little one, you have to spread your legs more.” She shuts them, {Name} didn’t want to waste time on punishments she wanted what she wanted and unless Killer was giving that to her, she refused everything else. 

“Even now you won’t listen. I thought you were going to take your punishment like a good girl.”  Killer is disappointed, {Name} walks over to him “I’ll be good, I promise.” Bold words considering she disobeyed him not even a minute earlier. Killer switches the situation and bends her over his lap. “Since you can’t be trusted to do it right, I will do it myself.” The palm of his hand rubs her back, drifting down to her ass and the backs of her thighs. He just runs his hands along the skin. “Do you know what you did wrong?” Killer asks sternly. {Name} takes a moment to think, “I was bad…” SLAP. The first hit lands, the sound resonates in the room and she yelps with the sudden sting. Killer keeps a firm grip to prevent her from squirming out of his grasp. 

“So you are aware that your behavior was unacceptable?” He asks, met by silence in her stead. “Tell me exactly what you did wrong.” His hand soothes the previous smack, “I was flirting with other people.” SLAP. “What else?” {Name} tries to steady her trembling voice. “I was rude and disrespectful towards you.” SLAP. “I didn’t listen to instructions” SLAP. “I didn’t accept m-my first punishment.” SLAP. {Name} starts crying from the relentless stinging that barely had a moment to recover before the next smack landed, harder than the last. She stopped listing off her misbehavior, “There is one more baby.” Killer informs her, she panics slightly “I don’t know…” 

“You have yet to apologize.” He states coldly, “I’m sorry sir…” SLAP. “You will be sorry baby.” 

He ceases the spanking, soothing over the heated skin with his hand. “Is my punishment over now?” she asks softly, with a hint of hope in her voice. Killer sits her up and wipes away {Name’s} tears, “You’re not allowed to be a brat then cry about it.” His voice held no sympathy for her plight. “Oh my pretty baby, what a misunderstanding. How can this be a punishment when you enjoy it so much?” 

{Name} flinched at his words. “So this is what we are going to do.” Killer picks her up and lays her down on the bed, he removes his mask and sets it down on the bedside table. He lifts her hands and pins them above her head. Killer lets go, which surprised {Name}. She awaited the ropes, the cuffs, or something. There was nothing. She is evidently confused by his actions, he only chuckled at her expression. “You are going to stay very still. You are not going to move. While you sit still, I am going to touch you, in all the ways you like. If I find your behavior to my satisfaction I might let you cum. Is that clear?” 

“Yes sir…” {Name} meekly replied, Killer could see how subdued she was, “Now, that’s a good girl.” he hummed with approval. {Name} sighed a little, now finally accepting that this really isn't going to go her way. As if the remnant stinging on her ass wasn’t enough to make her realize. Killer practically saw the moment she decided to give up and just obey him. Killer rubs his thumb against her lips, running down to her chin, then wrapping his hand around her throat while he gives her a curt kiss. 

His hand continues further down, giving a firm squeeze to her tits, and chuckling as he hears that soft gasp when he pinches and pulls her nipples. His lips place kisses on her neck, as he sinks his teeth in. Leaving a trail of marks down to her tits, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Her whimpers and little moans are music to his ears. His hands held her waist, firmly “So pretty.” He murmurs, kissing down her navel. Killer gripped her thighs and pulled them apart, he shuffled lower and sank his teeth into her thigh. {Name} twitched and raised her arms slightly, Killer flashed a sharp glare in her direction and she instantly dropped her hands back to their spot. 

Killer smirked seeing how wet she was already for him, “And here you said you hated punishments.” He said in such a condescending tone that caused {Name] to feel utterly embarrassed as she averted her gaze from his. “No. Keep your eyes on me.” {Name} looked back towards Killer who held that devious look in his eyes. He licked his lips, he knew what he had planned for her. He flattened his tongue giving one long lick against her slit, {Name} jolted, it wasn’t enough for her and he knew it. But he is determined to relentlessly drive her mad. His tongue alternated between delicate kitten licks and wide laps against her, occasionally taking his time to softly nudge and suckle on her clit. Her voice grew louder with each movement, he could tell {Name} was desperate and getting closer. “Hmm, getting a little close there baby?” He chuckled. {Name} nodded frantically. She wanted to grab his head and pull his hair but she stayed as he instructed her too. “Sir…!” She huffed, on the edge of approaching bliss, her legs began to shake as the build up was finally going to reach its perfect climax…It all disappeared. Killer pulled away, leaving her utterly high and dry. “What…?” {Name} looked shocked, “Why’d you stop!?” She whined. Killer smiled, feigning an innocent expression. “Oh? Were you expecting something?” 

He lifted his hand to her mouth, “Open up.”, she obeyed. He slowly slid two of his fingers into her mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness it had to offer as he felt her sucking his digits and still glaring with discontent. “Since you look so miserable, I’ll give you something else.” Killer pulled his fingers from her mouth. He smiled, and leaned down for a kiss, the moment his lips met hers he slid his fingers inside. The sweet gasping moan that stifled from the kiss was a reward in itself. 

Killer slid his fingers in and out, moving them with a practiced precision that had {Name} whining and begging. She moved her hips wanting to feel more. “So greedy.” Killer commented, keeping his constant pace exactly the way she wanted it. “Please, don’t stop.” {Name} begged, knowing that he was planning to keep bringing her to the edge without satisfaction. Killer didn’t make any jeering commentary otherwise and she believed that maybe he would be merciful, she allowed herself to enjoy every moment. Her head leaned back, {Name} felt that familiar pleasure inching closer, the high that built up once again. So very close, and in another disappointing instant, all gone. 

“No…no…” she babbled over again. Killer shrugged in response, she felt the anger getting to her. “Such a bastard” {Name} muttered under her breath. Killer chuckled, “Well you only have yourself to blame.” He pulled her down and closer to him, readjusting their position and throwing her legs over his shoulders. He gave his cock a few strokes while watching her impatience grow, {Name] was truly weak to her desires. He slowly, forcefully began to push inside her, making sure he could get as deep as she could take. 

That burning stretch as he inched further inside drove her wild, {Name} wanted to grab him and pull him closer but she stayed conscious of keeping her hands and arms in the imaginary bondage. He kept a languid pace, going in deep and dragging out making sure she felt every little thing. Full well knowing she was already sensitive from being worked up without release. “Faster please” {Name} moaned, Killer shook his head. “No baby, just be patient while I enjoy myself.” Killer grunted between his words. “Sir please, I can’t please.” she sobbed. “Shhh baby, just behave.” Even if she wanted it faster, the build up eventually became noticeable. Her begging subsided as she got closer, tears began to well up and fall from the frustration. Just needing any form of release, Killer kept his slow pace and the moment he felt her getting close, he pulled out and laughed at her outburst of being upset. {Name} whines but still keeps her arms in place, Killer could appreciate her obedience even in the height of her discontent. “You’re behaving so well baby, just a little more and I'll give you a reward, alright?” Killer spoke so sweetly, {Name} just nodded strung along on every word.

Killer’s hand cradles her face, he shows somewhat of a relieved smile when he thinks that {Name} finally learned her lesson, punishment is effective but reward is even more so. Killer slid his cock back inside listening to her relieved sigh. {Name} eagerly waited for him to start moving but he stayed still. Killer leaned down and began kissing her neck, his thumb rubs small circles on her clit and she moans. The sensitivity played in his favour. She babbles incoherently about how close she is. {Name} doesn’t even beg for it, she anticipated further disappointment. Killer doesn’t stop even when her hips start bucking against him trying to feel more. {Name’s} vision blanks for a second as her climax hits hard, leaving her a shaking mess from her desperately earned release. “There we go…” Killer hums happily, it only took one orgasm to have her so fucked out, although he didn’t count all the ones he previously denied. 

{Name} mumbled her thank you’s over and over again, Killer flips her over and pulls her onto all fours. “Now that your punishment is over, I can really enjoy myself.” He thrusts back into her hard, practically leaving {Name} breathless, he slams into her repeatedly holding nothing back. Her body gives in and she collapses to the bed. “No baby, too early to give out on me.” Killer pulls her hips back and holds her steady as he relentlessly fucks into her. “Wait-!” {Name} whines, still recovering from her previous orgasm as another approaches quickly. Killer kisses her shoulder, his thrusts are accentuated by his grunts and strained voice “Give me another baby, you can do it.” {Name} could barely think, just feeling every harsh thrust that drove her mind even more blank. 

Her hands weakly clutched at the bed, SLAP. Killer spanked her, the surprise sent her over the edge and once again she came undone. Killer chuckled at the pathetic display of how easily he could toy with her body. His hand pushed her body down to the bed as he held her in place, his own release building. He shut his eyes and just focused on thrusting as hard as he could. “Fuck!” He exclaimed through gritted teeth as he came inside her, holding her still while he filled her up. Killer needed a moment to find feeling in his body again, he tried to catch his breath as he finally let go of her hips and laid down next to her. 

Both had a moment to gather themselves when Killer pulls {Name} close and kisses her on the forehead, his thumb wipes away the remnant tears. Moving to comb his fingers through her hair. “Are you alright?” His voice asked, barely above a whisper. She nods and nuzzles into his touch. “It wasn’t too much was it?”, she shakes her head. “‘I’m sorry for how I acted.” {Name} uttered a sincere apology realizing that even if it had been a prerequisite to a scene, there were still limitations that she shouldn’t have pushed as hard. Killer kisses her softly, before sitting up and taking some time to address all of the little bruises and marks. He is firm, and often gets rough but is constantly aware of how much {Name} could take. She shifted and plopped her head into his lap while looking at Killer, He flashed a gentle smile that she had gotten used to seeing, and feeling it a treasured secret and many others probably never had the pleasure of seeing it. His fingers ran through her hair and {Name} could feel herself drifting further into a strange asleep yet not quite asleep state, listening to all the loving affirmations Killer muttered while believing she had already fallen asleep. 

[everythingbutresolved]

The Worst Haim Fic Ever

Fictional!Hamish Linklater x f!reader

Rating: Horny Teenager

Summary: Let's break the writing dry spell with something so bad it will self destruct when you have finished reading it shall we?

Warnings: Grammar? What is it? Abuse of Zeta Gen talk. Reader is a a hamfam mutual and Haim has several nicknames, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, unprotected sex, moron dirty talk.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love in the past year, I'm trying to love back and be more productive, I just wanted to share the silliest thing that popped in my mind...enjoy 😜

ur sitting at home in ur pjs all comfy with half edible left from the tray you baked for the weekend.

Ur dog and you are watching netflix eating only red m&m’s talking to the friendz in your phone when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all the candies on the floor but don’t worry cuz u already gulped down all the red and yellow choco, but carry your puppy with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so your four legged friend might have to scare an intruder. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever

 Hummus Longlater

u almost drop on your butt bcz you were just talking to your mutuals in barks and meows how much u need to climb that human palmtree covered in chocolate fudge. U say “Drop gorgeous Daddy Legend wtf ya doin here?” But that piece of licorice bats his eye hair so quickly u fall back on the couch while ur doggo goes and pack his toys cuz he's going with him.

“Hey babygirl” Hamosh sais, leaning on ur doorframe, revealing he is wearing nothing but a white vest two sizes down a toddler and the tightest jeans ever sold by those gud bois at Levi’s. A “Look I know I’m your bias and that I always munch on it, and finally my Zaddy whiskers r too drenched in fandom juice to keep ignoring them. The fire has spread and reached my cheeks missus.”

ur like “omg !! Im not wearing any makeup!! Or pants!! Oh skinny legend u’re so father, periodt!!!”  but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. “ya girl i know thats why im heer. I’m mad lit on god no god no cap. Drip drip. I heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. Do u wanna rip my pants and eat me up gurl? Leave no crumbs baby.”

And saying that he loafs in to your house, tripping over doggo when he refuses to hover his naked feet. “i like your trash panda” “don’t scratch him under his ear or he’ll hump ur leg till tomorrow” U say before smushing your face into his. He smells like old spice and tastes like pumpkin donut and matcha latte. You untangle your tongues only to ask “Hammac glorious, your foot is always on my neck daddy, but I have to ask, r u real or is the weed they sold me pretty fire?”

Ur pup gives you  stern look and plops on his furry ass and ur sure he says “human im petotaly serious don0t parse this or ill foist on you three gens of my litters – mine and the raccoon that lives under the porch”

Himbo grabs ur sweaty ass and says “The way u scratch ur armpits called me like a charm and i just had to come get a taste of this sweet sweet potato couch.” He stretches his vest over his head, his eyes are the color of the hazelnut frosted chocolate brownie you had this morning. “well? U got me like La-La-La baby, wanna sit on my face or what ?”“duh,” u spit, moving puppy aside. “I love you down Mr. H” His chest is smooth with baby oil when you slide ur hands on it. He has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. Ur android goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. U have the time to chant “You’r our beloved, and u have us in a chokehold!” then is on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. He chokes u with his socks that smells like socks but u kinda think thats hot. His jeans sway to the floor and skitter away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 2003. His heft is huge, huger than his hands. It snaps the elastic and elicopter it for a ful minute until u’re hypnotized. “dont worry babygurl this will help u get it all in” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and massages ur pussy until u scream and snatch his fingers up your coochie like the dyson ur mom gave u for xmas.

“omg Mr. H that was nom-nom delish how r u so good at pumpussy??!” you gasp gasplessly

“since I’m in my assembly period my strengths multiplied, now I can make u cum with just a flex of my massive eyebrows watch this” and with that he hoola-hoops his hairy caterpillars and makes u *O* a few more times “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes Zaddy!” 

He likes that. He ate that up a compliment and had u GAG, while ur cunt eats it all up. U can see urself cumming in the reflex of his caramel pudding eyes. He moans so loud the neighbors think ur killing someone and get more popcorns. U scream obscenities and fuck and cum and fuck and cum all over the apartment. Ur doggo has found ur phone and is taking a video to send ur besties later. The couch rols over from so much fuckng and cumming. Hammamet keeps gong flexing his infinite thighs becuz yours gave up. He doesn't unload until the very end when he climbs on the bedframe and showers u singing Sweet Home Carolina. U almost drown.

“wow mr Hamigo thank u” u say. Talking makes cum gush off ur hair

“ur welcom. Btw I gotta go now.” He swishes in his jeans like a well grased seal and moves to ur side of the bed. U start crying for the sudden loss of his massive cock. “Hamandbacon I thought you were different but ur like everyone else, mid.”

He looks into ur eyes and lovingly swipes some cum from your face.

“I don’t get it. I just gave u the best camping of ur life”

“And now ur fleeing”  

He lafs u off “I have 47 more friendly stops after this, don’t be greedy babgurl” U bat ur sticky palms with joy, meanwhile your familiar retrieves ur phone for U so you can give a head up to your mutuals – get ready with water and lube.

@littleredwritingcat this is for you bestie

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[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

💄 Anomalous: Chapter Four

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Tom is Whipped for Reader Already.

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series. 

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Somehow, someway, Tom had enough coordination to lift you against his chest with your legs wrapped around his waist and carry you to his bedroom all the while never once breaking the lip lock between you. Tom was ungodly strong, his arms holding your body with effortless ease while his lips ravished yours until your mouth stung. Even then you still wanted more, and Tom was more than willing to give it to you for the night. 

No one kissed you as he did. No one feasted on your flesh like it was their last meal like he did. No one treated you like you were the very object of their desires like he did, and on this night, you would give him anything just to have those intimate and soft moments a little while longer. It was a good thing that Tom wanted you just the same. 

You were carried into his bedroom and lips sliding from his, you pressed a line of kisses along his jaw, enjoying the softness of his skin and the sharpness of his jawline. It was cruel that he was made to be so beautiful. Beauty deserved to be worshipped and you wanted your turn. So you kicked your heels off to the side, enjoying the way Tom’s obsidian eyebrows rose. Your lips twitched against his. 

“You had your turn, I want mine,” You told him before reaching back to gather your hair, winding it around into a twisted ponytail, you knelt and held up your hair with a wicked smile. “Hold my hair for me?” Tom swallowed hard at how quickly you had gained confidence and the look that was now burning within your eyes. Oh yes, he would hold your hair for you, he would hold it for as long as you asked of him and then some. 

“You’re still hungry after that late dinner and dessert?” Tom countered with another cheeky smile, taking your offered hair in a gentle grip. You grinned deviously. 

“Ravenous actually,” You purred dangerously, licking your lower lip. Now, you hadn’t sucked many men off and had never really had the desire to… but something about Tom made you want to drop to your knees and worship his body. Tom’s free hand brushed across your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your cheek. 

“Who would I be to refuse such a demand,” Tom said, his eyes glittering with darkness. You quite liked that, you liked that a lot. “Because I am far from done with you, my sweet little Sunday.” Oh, he wasn’t done with you yet? Well, after that near earth-shattering orgasm you felt you ought to return the favor. Your fingers snuck up his thighs, tip-toeing delicately across dark jeans. 

“Promises, promises,” Your whispered response received another heated look and you dug your fingers into the waistline of Tom’s jeans, running your fingertips along the edge until they met the button and zipper. The button was easy to slip loose, but you took your sweet time unzipping his jeans, and that made Tom give your hair a little tug in a warning. 

“You are being a tease, Y/N,” At Tom’s rumble, you snickered and flashed your eyes back up to his.

“I’m taking my sweet time, Tom,” You told him as the zipper caught the end of the teeth, and your smile stretched wider. “And I’d like to savor you.” On your last words, you climbed your fingers up and hooked them into the band of his boxer briefs. Then you sharply jerked both the boxer briefs and jeans down, your eyes not once leaving Tom’s. “Now may I please lavish you the way I wish to?”

“You wish to lavish?” He asked, you gave him a look. 

“You are asking me that now?” You asked incredulously. “You are the first man that I genuinely want to suck off, Tom, can I please have my turn?” 

“Forgive me for my interruption, Sunday,” You huffed at him and leaned forwards brushing your nose across his hipbone. Whatever he had been up to recently had put him in very good shape, you could tell that much already. So you decided to place a line of kisses across that very hipbone, letting your nose nuzzle his skin as you went. Tom’s happy trail of black led down to reveal a small thatch of hair and then your prize. Your hands ghosted down Tom’s hips, a little teasing before you wrapped one hand around his erection and gave him a light stroke. The proceeding groan that slipped from Tom’s lips was so delicious you repeated your action just to hear it again. 

Why did he have to sound just as beautiful? 

You had to admit, your desire to hear those beautiful sounds may have led you to play around and tease Tom a little more than you had originally planned. You stroked him and softly giggled when his cock swelled in your hand. 

“You are being a menace, Sunday,” Tom groaned, his hold on your hair tightening. Your eyebrow rose and your eyes flashed up to give Tom one last look. Oh, he thought this was you being a menace? So with an innocent little smile plastered on your lips, you bent your head and completely enveloped the head of his cock with your lips and sucked. Tom was immediately cursing, sliding his fingers through your hair in a strong presence. You continued to stroke his shaft while you sucked, his reaction to your ministrations only fueling your desire for more. More sounds. More curses. More jerks against your hand and mouth. 

The tug on your hair, while leaving an ache of pain, only spurred you on in your assault. You took his cock to the back of your throat, trying not to gag, as you did exactly what you had wanted to do. Worship. Tom’s free hand caressed the side of your face as your mouth worshipped him with great hunger. 

“Fuck,” Tom growled, the hand knotted within your hair guiding your head while his hips thrust forwards. Delicious indeed. It was all too easy to bring him to climax and his release flooded down your throat in a hot rush. His groans and grunts sounded so sweet, so heavenly, you basked in them. Hands pushed you back from the cock you had been so lovingly worshipping and you gulped, taking a few moments to lick your lips. Salty, a nice change from your sweet dessert. Your eyes rose back to Tom’s as your tongue swiped the remnants of his release from your lips and you could have sworn his eyes bulged. One more small giggle from you had Tom moving. 

He pulled you up to your feet once more and wrapped an arm around your back, then his other hand cradled your face and he pulled your lips back to him. Your mouths crashed together violently, Tom’s tongue curling against yours and his teeth catching your lips. A low moan emerged from your throat as you brought your arms up to drape them around Tom’s neck. Holy hell no one had ever kissed you like this and no one had ever kissed you after you had just sucked their cock. Tom was another breed of man, you were sure of it. Another streak of fire and excitement erupted between your legs as your body was pressed against his. Between the dampness your felt and the cock pressed between your legs, your need for him and you needed him now. 

Tom nipped and tugged on your lower lip, savoring the sounds you were making. He was aching to have his cock buried within your cunt, he longed to see how your face would be blissed out, flushed with arousal. He already knew you tasted like nectar and he could only dream of what your velvet walls would feel like wrapped around his cock, squeezing him. So twisting his tongue with yours one last time, his fingers grasped onto the zipper of your dress shortly before he yanked it down. You jolted into his body, your face heating up as the clinging material slipped from your body. At least your breasts finally stopped feeling like they were being squeezed by a vice. 

Heavily breathing out at the relief your body now felt, you blinked once before Tom was hugging your naked body to his, his hands wrapping around your sides and pressing into your back. You stood up onto your toes, returning your lips to his. A rumble of appreciation went through Tom’s chest at your soft body pressed up against his and he couldn’t wait to explore the rest of your body. So he spun you around and pressed you flat on his bed. Your lips broke apart as you panted for breath and while your forehead pressed against his, you gazed into his beautiful eyes. 

“Please tell me you have condoms,” You breathed out. Tom smirked at you. 

“I may not have planned on taking anyone home tonight, but you’re in luck, Y/N,” Tom told you. You sighed in relief and slouched back against the bed, watching as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. This time it was your eyes bulging. Good god, Tom had a body sculpted by the gods! You were surely drooling over his sculpted arms by the time he had kicked off his jeans and briefs. Tom slid the condom on his cock and leaned back over you. You slipped your hands up to cradle his face, marveling at his cheekbones and eyes once more. “What is it?” Tom asked, his head tilting to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” You sighed, your eyes gentle and appreciating. Tom, who hadn’t been expecting that, blushed, and you giggled. “It’s almost criminal, really.”

“I could say the same about you, you know,” Tom spoke, running a hand up and down your body in appreciation. You had all the right curves in all the right places and didn’t starve yourself like many models he had seen in his line of business. That made you so beautiful. He leaned his head down and kissed your jaw, slowly moving his lips down your neck. You moaned and dug your fingers into his hair once more, wanting more than just teasing kisses upon your skin. 

Tom chuckled, knowing exactly what you wanted. But was he going to rush himself? Hell no. So he took his time, running his lips along the tendon of your neck, biting little kisses against your flesh to leave little marks… but then he reached your breasts and couldn’t help but nuzzle them, reveling in the softness. Tom’s gaze washed over your flushed face for a moment before he devilishly flicked his tongue across a nipple. Your back arched as you whined and twisted beneath him. 

“Tom,” You gasped out, your nails sliding harder into his hair to scrape his scalp. “I beg you, stop teasing me,” Tom pushed his fingers along your face, brushing wayward strands of hair back.

“Apologies but I like to take my time to appreciate true beauty,” He purred, his body dropping down against yours, pressing his finely trimmed and sculpted body along yours so you could feel every inch of the masterpiece he was. You soft groaned and wondered if the man knew how lethal he was. His pretty eyes met yours and as distracting as his touch upon your body was, with his hand spiraling all across your breast and stomach, your eyes couldn’t leave his. 

Hand stroking your face, Tom pressed his lips back against yours. Your lips parted against his, kissing back and once again getting lost in his delirious kisses. Your mouths seemed to know exactly how to move against each other. When to tug. When to lick. When to turn soft. When to turn hard… you gasped against his lips when your legs were pushed apart and you felt the head of his cock brush your drenched folds. Yes. Yes. Yes. When he pressed inside you, sliding slowly over a spot that made you gasp loudly, your fingers tightened their grasp on his hair and you moaned softly against the corner of his mouth. 

“You are so fucking tight,” Tom rasped, nuzzling your face and peppering your cheek with light kisses. 

“Should I apologize for that?” You breathed out, tracing his back with your fingers and draping your leg over his hip. Tom snorted and nipped at the underside of your jaw. 

“Fuck no,” He growled, his arm sliding around your waist and pulling you further against him. You grunted when your bodies crashed together and your pelvis ground against his. You could have sworn that you saw stars for a moment with the way his cock was stretching you out. Redirecting his mouth to yours, you nipped and tugged at his lips, drawing his lips to part so you could kiss him deeper. Tom was all too happy to return your demand, twisting his tongue against yours and nibbling on your lower lip. 

As Tom fell into a gentle pace that left you feeling each and every stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls. Your nails clawed the taut muscles which you had once caressed, and Tom broke your lip lock and shifted his attention to your heaving breasts. He kissed them fervently, marveling at their softness and wanting to worship such beauty. A strained moan left your parted lips when he licked and rolled a nipple, sealing his mouth against your delicate flesh.

“Oh,” Your fingers once again dug into midnight strands, tugging on them, only feeding Tom’s endeavor to see how undone he could get you. Thrusting a little harder into your divine cunt, your eyes rolled slightly and you clung tighter to him, gasping and panting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Tom growled, his lips leaving your breast and prowling across your chest, marking it with bites and kisses. Your cunt pulsed and clenched around his cock, squeezing him almost painfully. “You gonna come for me again, Sunday?” Your face, blistered with heat and ecstasy, grew even hotter if that was possible. Orgasm again? You had never had more than one and didn’t feel like you could have another one. Tom took your silence as a no. “No?” He purred in your ear, thrusting hard against a spot that had you seeing stars. You yelped and scratched at his shoulder. “Come on, darling, you can do it, I know you can.” 

“Tom,” You gurgled, your nails scraping down his scalp and neck, you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his. “I—“ You stuttered, rendered breathless for a moment as explosive pleasure ripped at you from the inside out. Your head pressed back against the bed and your neck strained, baring it for Tom to turn his attention to your unblemished skin. 

“Come for me, darling, I know you can do it,” He encouraged, feeling your body reacting to him and climbing closer and closer to ecstasy. You cried out and writhed against him, the heel of the leg draped over his waist digging into his lower back. Tom brushed his lips along your racing pulse, loving the feel of how it fluttered and rushed under his lips. “One more, Sunday, one more,” 

Your cunt clamped down around his cock and Tom groaned, feeling the full force of your orgasm hitting you. Your body arched into his as you cried out and viciously dug your fingernails into his back, clinging to him. It was quite a sight watching you come undone beneath him, and as your released flowed, Tom’s hips faltered in his orgasm. He clutched you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck before his body exploded in passion. Your entire body was trembling as you lay sprawled and limp, limbs tingling and twitching ever so slightly. 

“Oh my fucking god,” You whispered to yourself, staring up at the ceiling in utter shock. Tom kissed your neck repeatedly with light kisses, silently pleased with himself when his eyes caught sight of the little marks that were beginning to bloom on your skin. 

“Don’t tell me something is wrong after you came like that,” Tom purred, hugging your body and feeling on cloud nine. You soft groaned and carded your fingers back through his black hair, Tom closed his eyes and basked in the feeling. He wished that it could last forever. 

“I’ve never slept with a man I just met let alone had two orgasms in one night,” You meekly admitted. 

“No?”

“No,” You agreed, relaxing and leaning your cheek against his hair. “But I am in no way complaining.” 

“Good to know,” Tom chuckled, placing another kiss against your neck. 

Date Published: 12/25/22

Last Edit: 4/25/23

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[peter-rabbit-esque]

TW: EDs, BDD, Body Image, Relationships, Sexuality, Attractiveness:

I'm going through a rough but healing time rn of coming to terms with my past ED and realising that it never really left me, and the mind frames and image issues still remain. This may be extremely triggering for someone with an active ED so please do not read it if that is where you're at. Idc if you think to yourself "mine's not that bad" just don't okay.

If you're a curious ally or someone far into recovery (like years post-recovery) then feel free to read. Thank you for respecting this.

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Logically, I know it's really passe to care about this stuff, but I'm a child of the late 90's who grew up around skinny culture and have been on this hellsite back in its toddler-esque age late 2011/Early 2012.

I developed my ED long before I ever set foot on this platform. Was bullied in Primary school for being overweight, having acne the whole nine yards. Was bullied at home by my parents for overeating. They went on to weaponise my fat in their seperation- blaming each other for their child being deformed.

Felt like I had no refuge where being myself was okay admist all of this. I started skipping lunch in grade 6.

By year 8, the bullying in high school got even worse. Girls and boys hitting me with the "You're fat, ugly and really weird" left and right. And then my Dad said the one thing that cemented it for me. At Easter, I was happily tucking into some chocolate eggs, and my Dad out of nowhere goes "Stop eating those! You have a double chin already!" And among others things berating me for my unhealthy diet. But this was the final straw for me. I was at my mother's house and he had come over to visit (shared custody throughout most of my teens after they split up). Dad had come over to spend time with us for Easter. Though it was always tense between parents, they tried to make it work for me. Many arguments ensued. It sucked BALLS growing up like this. Especially with no siblings and hardly any support from friends, extended family or counsellors. I essentially grew up alone. And I've carried that emotional loneliness with me.

Anyway, that night after my Dad left Mum's place, I snuck into the pantry and destroyed every single chocolate Easter egg and bunny, and chucked them all in the bin. My Mum was horrified when she found them. And I told her what Dad said. I'm pretty sure she started crying and sent him an angry text. But in classic Dad fashion, he either defended or denied it, can't remember at the time what his angle was. If you've ever read "the narcissists prayer", that was his MO. "If I did say it, you took it the wrong way, and if I didn't say it, you're imaging things and you're crazy, but if I did say it, it was for you're own good" etc. etc. Anyone who's dealt with gaslighting will know what this feels like. It's exhausting. But anyway. After this incident I was determine to no longer have a double chin, and no longer be seen as fat and ugly by everyone in my life. I bought a set of scales with my pocket money and started getting up everyday before school at 5am to do home workouts. I won't go into detail of what I did because I don't want to promote or inspire someone. But it kept up for over 6 months. And in this time I took the skipping lunch thing to a whole new level. I'm worried about what to say here without being too triggering. I basically just didn't eat anything the whole day at school. And would only drink water. I even got to a point where I was afraid water would stretch my stomach. But I got over that when I became so constipated I couldn't go for 5 days and had to be put on Pyslium husks and gentle laxatives, which my parents were afraid I would abuse. That was the bizarre thing about my ED.

My parents (as well as my peers, but mostly my parents) literally caused it. Especially my Dad. And yet they STILL refused to take responsibility for how their constant criticism and fat shaming led me to that point. And even when I was losing weight, doing the one thing I thought they wanted from me. They still weren't happy. It was such a punch in the gut to realise this: that nothing I ever did would make them stop abusing me.

And it made me so depressed that I used my ED to try and slowly die.

I just can't believe how they couldn't see that they were killing me. I can't believe how the ED team that ended up treating me couldn't see that my parents were killing me. My Dad put so much pressure on me to be thin, pretty, a good Christian, get the best grades possible (all A's and B's) be nice to everyone, never complain, not be sexual and save myself for marriage, not date, not talk to boys, but also not be gay and like girls either....

When we found out I'm into boys and girls he was so deeply hurt and angry that it led to a confrontation where I threatened su*cide and he threw it back in my face and said he wanted to kill himself as well because I'm bisexual

God. I think I will stop there because I'm just so tired. People don't get how EDs come from so much trauma.

People don't get that genuinely abusive and mentally fucked up parents do exist.

I'm sick of people saying to "just get over the past" or "You're parents meant well and you'll understand when you're older" when they have no idea what you've actually dealt with. NO they fucking didn't mean well, and NO I WILL NEVER understand how you treat a child, you're own flesh and blood like an object to be molded into perfection and chastised when they don't live up to your every request.

Narcissistic parents are real. And they cause these EDs and mental illnesses in their children.

My Dad is the reason that when I think about my last two relationships, and see that my exes both ended up with much thinner girls after dating me, that my weight is the reason I'm alone. That I'll never be as good or pretty or as desirable as those thin coquetteish girls. That I'm worthless in comparison to them.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.