#the panic ??? mmmmmm

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

rattling armor around really aggressively . also abraxas' acting hurts really bad /vpos

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

💙?

When you first learned about the Queer community, did you immediately realize ‘That’s me!’ Or did you consider yourself a ‘really good ally’ for some time?

Oh! I don't think I've talked about this before.

TW: Religious trauma and internalised homophobia.

I was raised fundamentalist southern baptist. and homeschooled. I was so controlled sheltered it's not even funny. I was easily 13 before I even knew that being gay as a thing, let alone anything else. There were gay people in my family and I just... didn't know about them.

Of course i knew i didn't experience attraction like everyone else, but i actually attributed it to my "godliness." (🙄)

The first time I learned about the queer community was when i was in college. And the people I learned it from where... oh boy. Very toxic. It was a realllllllllllly complex situation. They actually bullied me a lot for being young (16) and very naive.

Around the same time, in college, I was talking to a friend in one of theater my classes and we were discussing how neither of us had ever had a crush. Someone in the class popped in behind me and asked if I was asexual.

And honestly? I remembered my heart sinking. Cause you know - Religious and internalized just about everything.

I won't get too far into it, but that started all of it. Slowly trying to sort through those emotions, being called slurs for the first time when i tried to search religious sites, being bullied by the same people who championed the community, being warned not to tell my parents by other adults.

Honestly I don't harbor ill will towards the bully. There was a lot going on with them as well, and there were other Queer people i met in college that very quickly made me realise "Oh It's Just That Person".

But I'm not sure i'll ever forget sitting across the room from them feeling so small and so confused.

[the-clockwork-three]

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[citriosis]

OKAY GOOGLE PLAY THE FUNNY SPONGEBOB HUH MEME.

[thought--bubble]

Right Place, Wrong Time Pt 2/3

Dark Aemond X (Out of World Reader)

Warnings after the cut

This is the second half of the story based on THIS request.

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Banners by @arcielee

A/N: Meant to post this last night but got caught up working on school stuff and didn't have time to edit. My apologies! enjoy!

Warnings:: dubcon, mentions of controlling behaviors, isolation, Breeding kink, rough sex, domination

You attempt to remain patient, but as each day passes, you find yourself growing more and more restless. Since your little foray into town with the prince, you have tried your best to stay out of his way in an attempt to not annoy him into "taking care of the problem," the problem being you.

Yet over the last two days, he has begun to seek you out. He never mentions any updates regarding your return back to your world and you haven't been able to muster up the courage to ask him, but today your impatience got the better of you and you had to ask for an update something to put your mind at ease.

So, when you were requested to his chambers for a morning meal, you hyped yourself up in the mirror.

"He wants you gone just as much as you want to be gone," you tell yourself. "He won't get mad. Not if you ask him the right way"

You shake out your limbs before being escorted to Aemond's chambers. Upon entering, he is sitting at his table, Sir. Simon stands beside you.

"You may leave us," Aemond says sharply.

"I am not to leave you alone for ... for her honor, your grace." Sir. Simon stammers.

"Her honor shall be respected and intact. If anyone asks, you stayed. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, your grace," Sir.Simon bows his head and takes his leave.

"Sit." Aemond gestures to the chair across the table from him.

"Thanks," you say gently, bowing your head as you slowly sit down in the chair.

"How are you adjusting?" He asks as he pours himself some tea.

"Oh, ummm. Ok, I guess." You pick at the small biscuit in front of you. "Not too worried about it..... since I'll be leaving soon"

Aemond puts down his tea cup harshly, the clanking of the cup against the dainty plate it sits upon causing you to jump.

"That is....... delayed. So you would do well to attempt to assimilate. " He pours her tea, his jaw is clenched tightly, and the tension can be seen in his neck and shoulders.

"Oh... may.... may i ask what the delay is?" You play with your fingers nervously.

"Missing ingredient." He lifts his cup to his mouth, sipping his tea.

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Just one?"

"Yes, but it is a very important one. Incredibly difficult to obtain, " he smirks. "Please, eat your biscuit." he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.

You pick at the biscuit briefly before looking back at him. "That woman, Alys? she's your lover, isn't she? She was in the books anyway"

"We had a brief tryst, yes, but I had to break it off when i realized my interests lay..... elsewhere"

You panic at this revelation. "Will she still help us? Since you cut her off or whatever?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, you sweet naive little thing." He gets up from his chair and walks around to your side of the table, standing over you. "Stand up"

You gulp audibly as you slowly rise out of your chair.

"I wish not to play this little game with you anymore." He brushes his thumb over your lower lip. "You are not going back"

"What?!" You shriek.

He pulls you into his chest and strokes your hair. "Shhhh sweet girl"

You push against his chest, trying to break from his grasp as he just pulls you tighter to him. He kisses the top of your head and sighs.

"The missing ingredient is the witch"

Your entire body goes rigid at his words, and you look up at him. "Alys?" You whisper.

"Mmmmmm," he strokes your hair some more while he looks down at you. "When I decided that I wanted to keep you, I thought it best to rid myself of the one person who could send you back" He leans down and smells your hair while goosebumps travel their way up your arms and up the back of your neck.

"W-w-where is she?" You ask the question while being terrified of the answer.

"Oh sweet girl, there is no need for you to be concerned about such things. All you need to know is that there is now no way for you to get back. " He rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones, cradling your face and angling it up towards him.

A surge of fear shoots through your entire body as you feel your legs grow weak beneath you.

"Oh, you are speechless, one of your best attributes, I must say." He holds you tightly against his body, gently swaying back and forth with you in his arms.

"Why?" Your voice is broken. You look up at him like a wounded animal that was just injured by its own master.

"Oh," he coos, gently stroking your face. "Because i want to keep you. Here. With me. As my wife. I will be the only one to know the true you." He gently pokes your nose. "The only one you can rely on completely. I will have you, and you will have nothing but me. " He rubs his cheek against yours. "You may be scared right now, but your loyalty will come with time when I am the only person in all the realm you can speak freely with"

You look towards him in shock. "My family? they must be worried. " You start to pull back tears pooling in your eyes.

"We are to be married, we will make you a new family." He pulls you back to him. "Do not be sad, my love"

You attempt to push yourself out of his embrace, but he holds you tightly and chuckles. "Still some fight in you, I see .... we can fix that"

He takes you tightly by the waist, just lifting you off the floor, walking you from his main chamber into his bed chamber.

You wriggle your body, trying to break free from his grasp. "Let me go!"

He chuckles as he continues to carry you into the bedchamber and then tosses you on his bed before quickly climbing on top of you, pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

"This is what you have wanted since you got here. You said it yourself." He leans down and starts to bite and kiss your neck.

A jolt of excitement runs through your body. This man is insane but he is also still very hot. So while your brain is screaming at you to stop him, your body is heating up, and a tingling pleasure is starting to build in your core.

he hums into your neck as he starts to unlace your dress. "You will be such a cute little wife, completely dependent on me." As he got the laces undone, he starts to pull the dress down and off your shoulders.

You sigh, the feeling of his hands on your skin as he slowly pushes the dress down. Your body is sending ripples of pleasure through you, but the prospect of being stuck here forever is frightening. "Aemond," you whisper softly. "I can't stay here"

He stands up, pulling the dress over your hips and down your legs, tossing it to the floor. "Oh, but you have no choice, sweet girl." He pushes your legs apart with his knee.

Tears start to stream down your face when the reality of your situation starts to set in.

He wipes a tear off your cheek and then kisses down the side of your neck, trailing down to your chest. You feel warmth spread through your body at his kisses, your crying starting to subside as you allow yourself to just feel physical sensations in this moment pushing your emotions far into the recesses of your being.

He continues kissing down your body, leaving a trail of kisses from your chest and over your chemise on your stomach. Once he makes it down to your thighs, he pushes your chemise up around your hips, bringing his mouth directly to your sensitive skin.

You begin to tremble with anticipation as his kisses trail lower and lower. He bites into your thigh, not very hard but hard enough to give you a jolt before he quickly pulls back and kisses the injured flesh.

He hooks his finger around the centerpiece of your small clothes, slowly dragging them down your legs as he continues to sprinkle kisses along your thighs.

He pushes your legs apart and places gentle kisses along your folds, and then lifts himself up sitting on the heels of his feet. "See? There's no reason to cry. " He smirks before lowering himself to you again and licking one long strip along your heat, lapping gently at your pearl.

Your eyes shoot open and stare directly at the canopy above you as the heat and pleasure build up inside you. He continues to swirl his tongue around you as he slowly brings his hands up to your hips, moving you against his face in a gentle rhythm.

You bring your hand up to your mouth and bite down on your thumb to stifle the noise that is aching to burst its way from your chest. As he increases his pressure and speed, he grips tightly on your hips.

"Oh god," involuntarily spills from your mouth, and you can feel Aemond smirk against your skin for a brief moment before continuing his movements until he brings you over the edge.

You lay back on the bed your entire body pulsating, but Aemond has no plans of letting you rest. He quickly strips himself down to nothing and pulls you up.

"My turn." He grins and kisses you harshly on the mouth before quickly turning you over and pulling your backside up towards him. This all happens so quickly that you are bewildered, your body still shaking from earlier.

He slowly slides his hands up your back, tracing the curve of your spine. He pushes himself against your entrance and groans as he slowly enters you.

"Knew I had to keep you." He grips your hips tightly, his fingernails lightly digging into the soft flesh there. "Scared, lost little thing," He bottoms out with a loud groan. "You will make a perfect mother." He slowly starts to move against you.

You start to breathe heavily as you feel your cheek slide against the soft sheets with each thrust, the pressure of which gets harder and more aggressive with each movement.

"I'll fill you up" He continues to increase his pace as he runs a hand down your back and slides it into your hair pulling your head off the mattress as he wraps the strands around his hand.

"Every. Single. Day. " He pulls your hair tighter as your back starts to arch from the pull.

"Until you are bursting with my babes" He suddenly pushes your face back down and into the mattress and his pace becomes punishing, the loud smacks of skin on skin contact filling your senses your own sounds muffled by the mattress.

He pushes your face further into the mattress as he smashes his body into yours, the force of his movements pushing you further and further into the soft sheets.

He moves faster and harder against you than you thought humanly possible as you lose all sense simply drowning in the experience. Your movements are not your own, and while you feel powerless in this situation, you also feel a sense of relief.

As his movements become sloppy and uncoordinated, he growls loudly like an animal pushing you down harder into the bed until he is spent as he rubs his hands up and down the sides of your waist.

He chuckles and leans over, kissing you gently along your spine.

"You will be happy, here, sweet girl"

He places a few more gentle kisses on your skin.

"You can trust me"

Part 3

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[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Peach Peach x door person reader

(Is this good?)

"Is she back?" Nacha asked about her daughter.

"Yes ma'am, I'll let her in now," You answered.

"Oh thank you!" You heard on the other end of the line.

"No problem," You chirped, hanging up the phone before pressing the green button. "There you go kiddo," You said smiling at the teenage girl.

"Whatever," she said nonchalantly and went through.

You pressed the lock button, it is closing time, you were about to lock up until you started to hear footsteps, you are really hoping it wasn't Chester again, with his a thousand questions. The person finally reached the window, you didn't even look up you grabbed his ID.

You froze, his photo was a peach, it said peach peach peeeeaaach, even the expiry date was peach. You looked up and almost had a heart attack. It was a doppelganger of Robertsky.

"Errr, he....llo," You said unsure, as you grabbed the entry request.

"Peach pe pe peach," they said, you looked up at him and he blinked.

"Ok?" You muttered, as you looked down at the entry request he gave you, name: peach, last name: peach, and the reason, you took a double take.......Peach pe pe peach peach pe peach. Pe pe pe peach peach peach peach. Peach pe pe peach peach peach pe peach. You noticed the picture was a whole group of peaches. You looked up at his goofy grin and couldn't help but smile, you quickly hid it, this was a potential threat, buuuut, he really doesn't look like one. You eyed him and smirked. "So, you like peaches then?"

He got really excited, almost jumped but stopped himself "Peach peach pe pe peach peach!" he exclaimed.

You giggled at how surprisingly cute this doppelganger was. "Mmmmmm, should I let you in?"

"Pe peach!" He nodded.

You grabbed the list of who you were expecting today. "Mmmmmmmmm, you're not on today's list," You said still smirking, teasing him. He looked a bit stressed.

"Pe pe pe pe peach!" He tried to explain himself.

You tut and take a sharp breath making a ssssssssss sound. "I don't know...." You hovered your finger over the big red button.

"Peach peach peach!!!!!!!" He had his hands on the window and a worried look in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

Hand, still hovering near the button. "You, don't, want me to push the button?" You asked still teasing, you weren't planning on pushing the button at all. He shook his head vigorously, his eyes flicking from your face to your hand, back and forth, he was breathing a bit faster than before, inspecting your every move.

"Ok," You say flatly, leaning into your chair, this took him by surprise. "What d'you want me to do then?" You asked knowing the answer.

"Pe peach pe pe peach," He said pointing at the green button.

"This one?" You asked pointing at the unlock door button.

"Pe peach!!" He nodded.

"Not this one?" You asked switching your hand over to the big red danger button, he started to panic again. "Ok, ok, if I let you in, are ya gonna kill anybody?" You asked, not smirking anymore. He shook his head, still looking worried.

"Well, you can't go harass the Peachman brothers, so where are ya planin' on stayin'?" you asked making eye contact with him. He looked shocked then sad.

"Pe peach peach pe pe peach," He said looking down, you felt bad.

"I see... erm, well, if you want... you could... stay with me. But only if you want," You paused and looked up to see him looking down at you. "I-is that a yes?" You asked a bit unnerved, he could be lying about not killing people.

He slowly nodded, and you hesitantly pressed the unlock button. He walked in and you started to lock up, for real this time. You walked up to him, a bit afraid, just like the real Robertsky, he was taller than you. He looked down at you with his big smile, not knowing what to do next. You grabbed his hand.

"Peach?" He asked as you dragged him down the hall to your apartment, F01-05.

"Shush, do you want everyone to hear you?!" You say, exasperated. You fiddled with your keys and finally opened the door, you walked in and looked behind you to notice him not following you in. You grabbed his hand once more and quickly pulled him in. You slammed the door behind you both and locked the many locks. You noticed him just stood there looking at you. "Erm, you, um... is Peach Peach your name?"

"Pe peach peach!" He said happily.

"I'll just take that as a yes," You said giggling. You untied your tie and threw it at the wall, it fell to the floor, you hung your hat on a hook next to the door. You walked up to your bedroom door and he followed you. "Eh-! W-what are you doing?" You asked, nervous, wondering if he had ever shared an apartment with anyone.

"Pe peach peach pe," He answers but you had no idea what he meant.

"Let me just get changed and then we can sort the sleeping arrangements out, ok?" You said opening the door.

"Peach!" He answered.

"Ok," then you went into your bedroom and closed the door.

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I might write a part 2…..

Look at this, for some reason it won't appear under the tags of peach doppelganger x reader, it exists:

[adventuringblind]

Picking at my Sins

Oscar piastri x reader

Genre: Angst, smut?

Summary: Reader comes from a religious background and struggles with self worth. Oscar is there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: religious trauma, alluded to SH, panic attacks, talks of sex

Notes: mmmmmm definitely not self projecting or anything

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The one thing nobody teaches in church is that innocence is simply a construct in the human mind. No one is ever truly innocent. Especially those who you expect to always love and respect you. The ones who preach to always follow the rules.

They turned their back on her. A mistake that wasn't even hers led to her entire church turning their backs on her. She was left to fend with nothing. Her parents were facing the same issue, only they were the ones who started it.

It was for that reason she left.

She wouldn't call herself innocent. Simply inexperienced. She knows what she would like to try but hasn't been able to do so.

She was alone for so long. A new place makes it hard to make friends. Especially since she has a religious background, people tend to immediately think the worst.

She met Oscar in October of 2022. It was cold and rainy that evening. She needed something from the store, and she didn't have a car, so she'd settled for walking in the torrential down pour.

Alcohol. She needed alcohol after a lengthy conversation with her mom that didn't end well and a ten hour shift at a job she gets minimum wage for. Then, to feed her depressed mood, she went to the nearest park with a pretty view, sat on the bench, and drank straight from the bottle.

She's not sure how long she'd been here, but it was long enough that she was shivering and drenched. The liquor barely touched. How had religion touched that, too? Why does she feel sick at the idea of putting her mouth to the bottle?

The park is deserted, and she assumes that it'll remain that way. It doesn't. And at some point, a male comes running towards her. He's probably just out for some kind of workout he can't pause even for the weather.

She assumes he'll run right by her. He doesn't. Imstead he stops to make conversation. Then he sits with her. Then they walk together to somewhere out of the rain.

That is how she found herself talking to the Australian any moment she got. It's how she made a friend who didn't care that she couldn't stomach eating food at times because it could cause imperfections. A friend who let her rant about her ridiculous situation.

Then, a friend became a lover. He asked her out in January. He asked her to that same park which they had met months earlier. He told her they didn't have to do anything quickly. That he was willing to help her figure it out. He truly saw her for who she was and wanted to continue having stupid conversations and finding weird locations to explore.

She worked through things slowly. Many panic attacks were had. The first time she dyed her hair, she cried. Her first time wearing clothes that revealed more than they should have, she also cried. She couldn't even wear them out due to the sheer amount of overwhelming feelings.

Then she left to travel with Oscar. He dragged her around the world with him. Asking nothing in return aside from loving him unconditionally and being his pillar through the stress of a rookie season.

He was so gentle through everything. Honest with her about every misconception she had about life. Reminded her daily that being herself wasn't a sin.

The one thing she hadn't been able to get past was intimacy. It is the most taboo subject to speak about in a church. Aside from hearing that it's bad unless you're married. If it happens any other way, then you'd be punished. Shunned by all. Labeled as wicked and disgusting.

Hand holding was the first step. That came pretty easy while they were friends even. Then he kissed her and she kissed back and even though she was clumsy it was amazing.

The kiss was followed by the first of many panic attacks. A nasty thing that had her wailing and clawing at her skin.

Eventually, she got past that. Though she picked up new habits that probably weren't the best. Oscar made it a point to keep her hands occupied in more productive ways. Even if it felt childish like coloring in a colorbook. They went through three of them in a month. It became a way that they both relax.

She felt herself getting more comfortable with touch after that. Even getting far enough to get clothes off.

And then she wanted to have him completely. He was so gentle through the entire thing. Always asking how she felt. The girl felt utterly clueless and fumbled with everything, but she didn't panic. Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of love that kept those dark thoughts out of her brain.

It was a month later that it all came crashing down. Her parents had found her. They showed up at her flat while Oscar was there.

She'd never seen the Aussie so defensive. He'd always been so laid back. Until she watched him tell her parents to get out in a horrifyingly stern voice.

It didn't matter, though. The damage had already been done. They'd already yelled about how awful she'd become. The female had just hung her head and listened. It came like muscle memory.

Oscar did get them out eventually. They left in a flurry of shouts as Oscar closed the door and locked it. Then he started from square one again.

That's when the panic attacks during sex started. She couldn't stop the thoughts. They snuck up on her. One second, she was in bliss, and the next, she was trying to claw her skin off her body. The overwhelming disgust with herself seemed to set in after that.

But Oscar was there, every time. He would hold her. Get her cleaned up. Place bandages where her nails had managed to rip skin. Then he’d occupy her mind with anything far away from the topics of intimacy and sex. He’d let her initiate contact so he didn’t scare her.

Sometime, he gets asked by friends (Lando) about his personal life. Why the two aren’t often see going out together. Why she prefers to do a shot then drink mocktails for the rest of the night.

And Oscar always gives the same over used response. “Cause I’d rather see her smiling then picking herself apart over make believe sins.”

[serickswrites]

Could you write a story with a woman whumper who kidnaps a man? Maybe she’s married and her husband understands that this is something his wife has always wanted and their relationship has been struggling. He thinks this will rekindle their love. Maybe they’re both professors and they invite one of their students over for dinner and they drug his drink. He’s kept in a room or the basement but the husband is never allowed in there to see what his wife is doing with whumpee. But thankfully we’re allowed to know what’s going on in the room and she loves using a muzzle, collar, rope, handcuffs, etc on whumpee. I will love you forever if you could write this!! ♥️

Hey Anon! I can definitely write this for you, it's very specific, so I hope this is what you're wanting. The scenario sort of reminds me of the couple in The Gift or Anniversary.

Please enjoy!

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, muzzle, collar, strangulation, non con drugging, two whumpers, unconsciousness

Whumpee's world was hazy. It had been hazy ever since he took the drink his professor had offered him. He thought she had been so well meaning, so kind to invite him to her home for an extended study session. He was so desperate to improve his grade, he took her up on the offer.

That was his mistake.

Her husband had been home and had joined them. Making drinks for the three of them, though Whumpee had initially declined.

"I insist," Whumper's husband had said as he offered the tray to Whumper.

Whumper had placed the glass in his hand. "Drink," she ordered.

And that was when he realized he had fucked up. His world grew hazy and dark. When he awoke again, he was handcuffed to a chair in the basement. He couldn't open his mouth to scream which made him panic more.

"It's just a muzzle, it won't hurt you," Whumper cooed from the corner.

Whumpee thrashed trying to free himself. She was crazy. She was really crazy. "Darling," Whumper's husband called down the stairs, "when you're done with him, I'll start on dinner."

"Thank you, my love," Whumper called up the stairs.

They were both crazy. They both had to be crazy. That was the only plausible explanation Whumpee had.

"I'm going to take my time enjoying you," Whumper said as she stalked towards him. "You're mine now." She fingered the collar around his neck. "Which means you're mine to hurt," she twisted the collar tightly until Whumpee's air cut off. He choked for air, but Whumper didn't stop. "And you're mine to end when I grow tired of you."

She released her grip on his collar. Whumpee gasped for air. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"MMMMM," he tried to scream around the muzzle.

"None of that," Whumper snapped.

"MMMMMM!"

Whumper backhanded him. "You are not to make a sound until I say you can."

"MMMMMMMMM!" Whumpee tried again. He had to. He couldn't not try.

Whumper stabbed his shoulder with a needle. "I hate when I have to resort to drugging them, it makes it far less fun for me."

Whumpee's world grew hazy once more. His head felt so heavy as he slumped forward. "No matter, I can still enjoy you like this," Whumper whispered in his ear. "I always find a way to enjoy myself."

Whumper's words were the last thing Whumpee heard as unconsciousness sucked him under. He couldn't breathe past the panic in his chest. But he couldn't stay awake any longer.

[alaydabug2]

Mmmmmm more angst 😊

(Marella Pov)

Marella shot up it bed after her nightmare. The Neverseen had tried attacking her parents and killed her mom.

She sat back against the headboard of her bed. She waited for the cold sweat to pour down her back, but only sizzles followed.

She opened her eyes to find herself on fire. She lept out of her bed to find it on fire, too. She screamed.

The fire started to spread to her carpet. Her dad burst through the door. His eyes widened at the flames coating his daughter's bedroom.

Marella turned to face him. She wanted to run out but was afraid the fire would spread if she did. No matter how hard she tried, the fire on her body wouldn't extinguish.

Her father reached for the quicksnuff in the drawer of her dresser. He started to sprinkle it around the doorway so he could step further in.

In Marella's panic, she backed up against the wall. Her fatal mistake.

The fire spread to the curtains. They exploded in flames. Her dad rushed her out of the room and outside so she could cool down.

She took deep breaths once she was outside of the fresh clean air. All she had to do was wait for her parents to come out of the house in smoke ridden clothes and tell her it was all ok. It wasn't the first time she'd accidentally caught something on fire in the middle of a nightmare.

But her mom never came out of the house. Or her dad. The smoke poured out the windows of the house. The fire had spread. She wanted to go in, but she was afraid to make it worse.

After ten minutes, her dad stumbled out the door. Tears were in his eyes. The flames licked out the blackened door. He hugged Marella and assured her it wasn't her fault.

"What wasn't my fault? Where's mom?" she screamed. He tightened his hold. "Where’s mom?" She whispered her repetition, already knowing the answer.

He took a deep breath. "She didn't want to leave the room. Too disorientated to realize what was happening. I tried to help her, but she kept fighting me. I'm so sorry, Marella. She didn't make it out of the fire."

Marella's knees collapsed. Her mom had died. In her fire. It was all her fault.

[spopsalt]

Adora: *Has a panic attack over Catra doing something horrible to her and her friends*

Spop stans: Haha, she's mad that nobody is taking her girlfriend seriously what a dumb lesbian!

Adora: *Looks uncomfortable doing all of her and Catra's fight*

Spop stans: Ooooh sexual tensions mmmmmm

Adora: *Looks extermely uncomfortable for all of the "Catradora" dance

Spop stans: Looks at all of this horny sexual tension! Haha Adora horny lesbian!

Adora: *Has a panic attack and Catra slaps her then proceeds to gaslight her*

Spop stans: Awww look at Catra calming her stressed-out girlfriend!

Why do spop stans find some much enjoyment in Adora's suffering? Did they learn from Catra?

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Hi! I saw you wanted some JonDami idea sooo:

• First time they hold hands

• First time Damian felt safe enough to fall asleep on Jon

• Discussing baby name when still in high school (which I did lmao)

• Seeking help from their siblings on how to ask the other in a date

• Eloping right out of high school to get married because they're idiots in love

• First kiss!! How did I forget that!!

• During patrol while high on adrenaline or maybe they were at the farm relaxing under the sunset or after playing video games and laughing with each other!

• One of my soft favourite to picture: leaning on each other, forehead against forehead or cheek against cheek, just existing and feeling the other's warmth

I have ton of other ideas and some hc but I think it's enough rn lol

Thx u byye!!

LET'S DO IT. (assume all ages are 16+ I guess, idk does it matter?)

First time they hold hands: pre-romance. Jon's powers shorted out and he fell outta the sky. Damian caught him by his hand just in time, and when he pulled him to safety he just...didn't let go. Jon noticed but didn't say a WORD.

First Time Damian fell asleep on him: Probably right after the relationship started/became official. They'd both had a rough hero week and Damian had been on edge just, forever. So they sit against a wall in the cave and one second they're sitting there in silence and the next, Damian's dropping against his shoulder already konked out. Jon panics for half a second but then Dick sees them and says 'He only sleeps when he feels safe.' and those words shake Jon to his core.

Baby names: This is all Jon. Jon just starts rambling about it one day. "How would we honor both our cultures? Or do we at all? Do we go with an -El name, or a name from your mom's side or just call him Bob?" Damian is endeared for a while but quickly gets so fucking annoyed because every name is more ridiculous than the last.

Siblings help: Jon obviously asks Kon and Kon is SO. JACKED. TO. HELP. He hesitates a little when he finds out it's Damian but, honestly, the kid is at least alright. Damian, much to the Kents surprise, does NOT ask Dick or even Tim. He consults Cass first, who asks Steph to standby as she gives her advice, and Jason, for reasons mentioned in previous asks in that he's a sucker for a classic romance novel so, clearly, he is An Expert.

Eloping: Honestly? Yes. And it happens at the same time one of them (I'm thinking Jon) says I love you for the first time. The other reciprocates (Damian) and one of them (Jon) sarcastically says 'really? well damn let's just go get married right now.' and Damian just goes. "Okay." and.......................they do. Maya officiates, Kathy is the witness, and the only family in attendance is the pets. (Goliath is flower girl)

First kiss: First kiss is at a Wayne Holiday gala/Justice League xmas party not long after they started dating and the end up under mistletoe. They do the hesitant peck thing first but then oh boy they like it and mmmmmm Clark and Bruce might have to rethink allowing sleepovers anymore.

Chillin': Jon gets so entranced when Damian laughs he literally just stops functioning. He will stop and stare and was even caught drooling a little bit once. (by Jason, no less.) If he's with Damian/it's just them, if Damian's laughing, he'll start laughing and just pull Damian as close as he can and they just keep laughing together.

SOFT FOREHEADS: There's some world-ending situation and they've been separated for most, if not all, of it. The day is saved and they're finally reunited on a rooftop somewhere. And they run desperately at each other but when they reach, they know the whole League is watching them and Damian's not big on PDA (and tbh neither is Jon, if only for protective reasons) so they just grab each other's hands and stare deep into each other's eyes until one of them well up with tears and closes his eyes and they just ~gentle forehead touch~

[caitlynskitten]

Hmm, I think I’ll offer some fluff before I sign off too

So, we’ve got Enid, Wednesday, and Yoko getting down and dirty with each other. That goes on for quite a while, maybe two or so months. They’re all not great when it comes to feelings and this little arrangement works well for them so, why change anything.

UNTIL!! One time, Enid and Yoko are going at it, probably during one of Enid’s heat/rut and Wednesday’s focusing on Yoko while Yoko’s all over Enid when they reach the wolf’s third orgasm, and Enid in the fog of pleasure, accidentally marks Yoko, like /mark/ marks her (don’t worry, Enid had already marked Wednesday, let’s just pretend there’s a rule that allows military marks idk).

Though it takes Enid a while to realize what she just did, Yoko notices immediately and freezes which in turn catches the seer’s attention and she looks up to see what’s happening. But when Enid finally catches up, she panics. Hard.

“Oh my gods, I am SO SORRY, Yoko! Wends, I didn’t mean to do that, I was just feeling so good and next thing I knew I-“ she’s abruptly cut off though by a finger on her lips, Wednesday’s.

Yoko speaks first, “I uh, don’t really mind ‘Nid. I MEAN! If it’s okay with Wednesday, obviously! I don’t want to push myself between you two (ironic considering she’s literally squished between them in their bed atm) and I know that you two mean a lot to each other. I just… I don’t think it has to be a bad thing, per se.”

With both of the other two looking at her now like a couple of lost puppies, Wednesday sighs, “Do you both mean this? Do you both feel the same way about me and each other?” An anxious nod from both of them prompts the raven to continue, “Good, because these past months, my heart has felt truly whole and my mind at peace with you two close. I did not want to admit it, I was fearful of hurting either of you as doing so would surely tear me apart. Because now that I have had both of you, I could not manage to live without you.”

And with tears building up in her eyes, Enid whimpers out, “Oh jeez, okay I need you both to kiss me already or I think I’m gonna explode, PLEASE!”

And mmmmmm they spend the rest of the night with Yoko finally marking both Wednesday and Enid and embracing each other and loving each other and then they all live happily ever after because I said so

“Because now that I have had both of you, I could not manage to live without you.”

Why did my heart just fucking explode at that 😭😭😭😭I’m not kidding that’s so cute. And that is so in line with what Wednesday would say 😭 I love this. And I love that Wednesday is falling for Yoko. I actually now push the poly relationship with these three now. They’d be so cute together. All of them 😭

Now Wednesday can’t imagine being with just one or the other. She wants both of them. Not just in bed but she wants to be with them outside. Spend time with them. Go out on dates with them. They’ve all started to fall in love with each other. Yoko and Wednesday certainly do. And Yoko and Enid revive that spark together.

This is the kind of fluff I need now 😭 God I think I’m gonna write more poly stuff with these three now. Ugh they’re so good together it hurts.

I guess the question now is….. how would Bianca and Divina react? How would Weems? How would Morticia and Gomez???

[siremasterlawrence]

The Frat Initiative Part 3 - 4

This former house with friends now is a den of major sin a frag house controlled by a dom nerd and the two studs totally stripped of old memories.

Chris is bush constructing a thrown with aid of an assortment of materials to build a one of mind treasure for me his king with the aid of Sebastian.

Leaving me the time to set the trap for my next victim their older brother who is way too frequent in his visits to the property in a weekly visit.

His shadow can be seen adorning the front door in an annoying way he knocks the door swings open to his surprise he steps in to an empty home.

One large thud sends him flying in to the hall way where I wait for him quietly he slips on an orange peel sending his head on the wall he falls forward.

He drops unconscious to the floor in a deep panic he attempts to stand up a few minute later and he leans back down in soaring pain.

Clapping loudly with the sound bounces on he knelt down by his swell buff body hard and radiating with fear as my hands slip in to his pants.

I begin to grope his tense, hard and tender body feeling him up and down no torso til I

reach his cock I begin to pump him slow and then vigorously.

In pride I flip my shirt pocket open taking a vial with a plastic tin on top and dig a ring needle pricking it and fill it up to the service of the bottle.

Removing it I place it on the ground on top of paper I lay on the floor preparing the skin site and inject him one hard jab the nano tech falls in to the blood stream.

Going in to action I watch the blood on a fire high boil percolating in a steamy effect I can see the serum lose it spreading throughout his body.

Micro chip settles on the back of his neck in a multicolor patch significantly giving me the full range control over his mind, body and soul.

“Master did it work?” Chris ask walking in to the room with my thrown.

“Please say yes” Sebastian begs.

“Obviously! Don’t be stupid” I yell.

“Sorry sir “ they say in sync.

“Thank you Chris!”

“Well crafted”

“I am so beaming with pride.”

“I’m filled with love”

“Taking him to the basement “

“Strip him of his clothes”

“Begin the processing “

“Yes Master”

“Did we do well?”

“Most definitely “

“Mmmmmm”

“Hurry up !”

“YES SIR!”

“Precisely “

“Hhhhhhhheeeeellllllooooooo!”

“Anyone there?”

“Hey kiddo down here”

“Master he is here”

“Go inject him”

“I love it “

“I love you “

“Kiddo”

“Dad? Are you ok?”

“Give me a hug”

“Yeah sure!”

“Sorry kid! It’s for the best”

“Wait! What dad?”

“Ssssshhhhhhhh!”

“Aaaahhhhhh….ffffuuuccckkkk”

“He will fuck you “

“In to the elevator we go”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Off…go”

“I am your everything “

“I am your world”

“Set him up”

“Just like your dad”

“You will succumb “

“No other choice “

“You will agree”

“Soon”

“Soon…yeah”

“This is my jock body”

“Yours”

“I own you “

“You own”

“Me”

The end

The Frat Initiative 5 - 6

The second eldest brother to Chris, Ian and Sebastian waltzes in to the room with his son in hand.

I type in a few codes in to the lap top main frame and it is so amazing to see it go to work.

I can’t help myself staring at the man on the

screen so tall, muscled and magnificent you I can’t believe what I see.

He is a man alright long boar and main line a lion so built like a tank only toppled with a sexy bubble butt.

I can bounce a quarter on it and it would fall right back in to my palm I like to squat it so hard he cries.

My tongue is squirting like crazy to imagine how I would use this sexy titan from the army.

Snapping my finger they all jump to right fully standing at attention for me the one and only commander.

“You guys exasperate me.”

“This is the last few “

“It’s fine”

“Should we go up?”

“Drop the gas bomb instead “

“The right lever”

“Yes Master”

“Good boi”

“I am your light”

“Tying him down “

“Inject him “

“Begin the process “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“BABY”

“Master”

“Uh huh”

“Master Lawrence “

“That’s better”

“I love that “

“Me cupping your chin”

“It’s fantastic “

“I am complete”

“Bake this shit for your son”

“Mix my formula”

“Give it to him”

“Inject it “

“Guide him”

“Lead him back to me”

“Serve me”

“Love me”

“Kiss me”

“Oooooohhhh”

“Master Lawrence “

“My love”

“This is so hood”

“Face me”

“I am your man”

“You belong to me”

“I give in to you “

“Hold on to me”

“Your body “

“Your waist”

“Master “

“Master Lawrence “

“Can I kiss you ?”

“Naturally”

“My king”

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Undo my pants”

“Dummy “

“Suck me off “

The end

[croissantlover24]

Handing you pastry a cake that says Sorry I Had A Panic Attack In Your Inbox

mmmmmm cake

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

mmmmmm Caliyork angst

California is protective brother first and foremost with an learned distaste for familial authority, the one who's job it is to push away his own feelings to see people for who they really are and them keep those people as far away from the people he loves as possible while they heal

York is/was a shitty parent who only barely acknowledge it

they're laying quietly in bed together, sharing stories and bonding about growing up as colonies and it's this slow build of Cal hearing of hand comments about Gov's earlier days and he just keeps asking more and more pointed questions

until

They were both sitting up now, New York felt Cal's judgment openly bore into him. It had been a time since he'd been the target of such pure disdain from him.

York felt his own hackles raise in defence. "We all made mistakes in those early days, Continental Congress was made for a purpose, he was- just- just-"

"A tool?" York missed the searing venom behind Cal's words, the weight with which they fell from his mouth.

"Yes!" He was exasperated, over trying to justify two hundred year old actions to a state who could never understand, who wasn't there for the chaos and the uncertainty.

The silence that followed was a welcomed break. Until York made the mistake of meeting Cal's eyes.

The disgust was still there but then there was this prominent, inexplicable personal hurt.

His eyes raked over York, desperately searching for something that wasn't there. He forced a sudden joyless laugh. "Not an ounce of remorse in you, is there?"

"It wasn't ideal."

"You abused a child." He stated it so plainly, so confidently, as if a hundred other factors weren't involved at the time. "or let a child get abused, whatever you prefer."

York snapped at that. "He wasn't a child!"

With that, Cal began to get out of their bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." His movements were clumsy, distracted. "Away. I-" he took a breath. "I need to think."

The panic that rushed through York didn't make sense but he couldn't bring himself to doubt it as he stumbled out of bed after him. "You're leaving- you're running away over - This?"

"Nothing, is more important to me than this, York!"

"Nothing?" he asked quietly.

"No nothing, If I had to choose between your life and my brother's, there wouldn't be hesitation."

Cal took the moment of stunned silence to snap away. Leaving New York to his own raging thoughts.

[allnightstay]

Day 4 - Hide and Seek

Frieren's Special Spell

Stark and Fern decide to play a game of Hide and Seek with Frieren as they're all bored and have nothing else to do. They seemed to have forgotten Frieren has endless spells in her library that may contribute to their capture...

Lee - Stark and Fern

Ler - Frieren

"Count to 60 then come find us okay?" Stark says to Frieren, giddy inside as he finally gets to do something fun.

"Make sure you don't watch us, you have to cover your eyes, Frieren-sama." Fern and Stark know Frieren's never played before, so they have to make sure they set the rules before they get started.

"Whatever you say. I'll start now." and with that, Frieren turns around and covers her eyes, beginning to count to 60 out loud.

"1...2....3..." Fern and Stark make a run for it. They were all currently staying in an abandoned 2 story log cabin they discovered while on their way to the next village. Trees surround them with a river not to many steps down the hill. A secondary cabin could be found in the area left of the main cabin.

"31...32...33..."

Fern and Stark decided to hide together, not feeling safe to be on their own, especially not knowing for how long either.

They chose the secondary cabin thinking it wouldn't be the first place Frieren looked. This cabin also had 2 floors with a few rooms, Fern and Stark choosing the closet of the 2 floor bedroom.

"Can't you cast some kind of spell to keep us hidden?" Stark asks, because honestly there weren't that many places to hide.

"I could, but I have a feeling Frieren-sama will be able to see or detect it. So I can't use any magic that will give us away." Fern replies, it is true afterall.

"58...59...60" Frieren skips the ready-or-not bit because they forgot to tell her about that, so she just stands up and looks around.

"They probably chose someplace obvious. But I guess I'll look here first."

Frieren can see mana, first of all, and second, she can sense whether or not someone is nearby. This shouldn't take long at all.

Noticing there's no mana or anyone in the first cabin, she proceeds to walk toward the second cabin.

She notices a feeling of presence as she moves closer. Once she's in front of the cabin, she can clearly see the mana of Fern on the second floor.

*sigh* "This game is too easy for someone like me." she says to herself. Still, she was enjoying seeing the happy looks on both Fern and Stark's faces. They honestly don't spend this kind of time together often enough.

Frieren thinks up an idea that she thinks will make things even better. She remembered a spell she once learned, always wondering when she'd ever use it. Looks like now's a good time to.

"mhmhmhhhm... ahahahah mmmmmm" Stark begins laughing, but Fern covers his mouth, shushing him from making any noise.

"Shhh Stark! What's so funny? Keep it down or else you'll give us awahahahay... ahahaha hmmmmhmhmhm!" Fern begins to say, but also starts laughing herself, covering her mouth so she could be quiet too.

What was happening?? They both started laughing out of no where and couldn't figure out why.

"ahaha I can't take ihihit!" Stark leaves the closet and rolls onto his back, gripping his stomach to get the tickly feels off of him.

Fern is still trying her best not to laugh, she was always a bit embarrassed to laugh in front of people.

Meanwhile, Stark begins laughing even louder cause he's just too ticklish for what he was feeling ~

Frieren comes up the stairs and enters the room.

Once Fern realizes what was happening, she burst out laughing, hugging herself bent over on her knees.

"FRIEREN-SAMAHAHA!! PLEASE STOHOHOP!! YOU'VE FOUND UHUHUS!!"

"Hmm, I'm not sure I remember how to make the spell stop. I only learned how to make it happen." This was Frieren's way of playing around, and Stark begins to panic cause he doesn't get the joke.

"WHAHAHAT DO YOU MEHEHEHEAN!? AHAHAHA P-PLEASE MAKE IT STOHOHOP!!"

The two remain laughing their butts off from Frieren's magic, who stands there with a little smile on her face. She can tell they're enjoying themself despite it sounding otherwise. After all they've been through, it's the least she can do to give them a fun time.

I hope you enjoyed!! I need to do a lee Frieren fic, maybe I'll make it a revenge story ;P