#want to ride him till the cows come home

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Plushies : Bonus

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist

Lactation, Bump

Can be read as standalone

Notes: Starting to think Plushie!Joel and Belly bump/lactation!Joel are in fact, the same Joel x reader couple but at different points in their lives. Plushies takes place when they're young and dating and breeding kink happens after they've been married or at least moved in and long term committed. So here's a fic that joins the two!

Warnings: assisted masturbation, stuffed animal masturbation, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, language

18+ ONLY

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You hadn't exactly planned on getting pregnant. You wanted to switch birth control plans to another dosage to help alleviate some of the hormonal side effects of your current brand. Joel did not take the news of having to practice safe sex for at LEAST 6 MONTHS too kindly.

Anyway, that was 4 days ago when you had officially switched over your pills. You now find yourself pinned in full mating press with Joel over top you, your ankles locked around his ass as he's already dumping an extra big load of his seed deep inside you after YOU had ripped the condom off his dick in a desperate haste to have him inside you 10 minutes ago.

And when you had to bare the news to Joel, oh my FUCK was he elated. He fucked you every way till the cows came home. He kept insisting the plushies stay ON the bed each time you made love so the baby (which you had to remind him was no bigger than a seed at this point) had a soft and loveable daddy that liked soft and loveable things.

Once the initial wave of morning sickness and irritability passed, you were just as much of a horndog. He'd come home and find you sitting on your giant Costco teddy bear, humping its legs while hugging it. He could see the small but new little bump in your lower tummy clearly pressed against Teddy's large cotton stuffed one. Joel made you ride so many plushies, asking you how each one felt as you gushed on them, all the while gently planting his palm at your tiny swell.

Sometimes you wondered if he was actually asking you or if he was asking the baby which one felt right.

He'd fuck you with you you on top, pushing two plushies against your tits to "practice feedings", loving the way your sensitive nipples rubbed against the beaded noses. Or planting you on your back with a soft flat plush under your back so you were comfortable as you spread your legs wide and welcomed his fat cock into you again.

Joel would find excuses to massage you as often as possible, making you sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest as he rubbed your shoulders, your aching and swollen tits, and of course your little pulsing pussy, who was just dripping of her own accord whenever. It'd be the perfect opportunity for him to peer over your shoulder and rub a stuffed animal between your legs, loving how each week, he could see less and less of the plush and his hand, slowly becoming obscured by the growing baby on the way.

Joel's naughty appraisal was off the roof. Only difference was now babygirl, kitten, whore, slut, were replaced with baby momma, little momma, momma hen, or just straight up Mommy (THAT one surprised you the most).

And oh HELL did he eat up his Daddy appraisal, constantly reminding you "fuck yeah, Daddy fucked ya up so good, put a baby in ya" or "Papi's gonna keep you round all fuckin year, pump ya full of baby batter" with "Love breedin ya, gonna make me the happiest fucker in the world" and "Daddy's gonna give you a whole fuckin kintergarden".

At night, when he thought you were asleep, he'd brush your hair lovingly, hand caressing your naked round belly, surrounding you in plushies and whispering to the baby, asking which one they like best, gauging based on how much the little feet kicked up inside you to feel the stuffed animal through your skin. He'd kiss your tummy, and barely above a whisper, tell his baby how excited he is to meet them soon.

Least to say, as unexpected as it was, Joel was thrilled to be a dad.

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"No peeking."

"Joel I can't even see, please move your hands, I can just close my own eyes."

"No no, I got you OH NOT RIGHT THERE ok right—ok perfect. Aaaaaand—" he removes his palm from your eyes.

Your eyelids flutter open, adjusting to the bright light. Joel had just finished building the baby room, complete with custom shaved and engraved wooden crib he spent all week making.

You instinctually caress your growing belly, smiling in awe. "Oh Joel, it's so—" your eyes scan the room, lost for words at his beautiful work.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your middle securely over yours. "Ya like it?"

You loved it. Soft and sweet, touches of little details in the woodwork, spoiled with bunnies and floppy ears, a smoothly sanded rocking chair in the corner, cloud brushed skys painted on the walls. You glaze over the crib before something catches your eye, doubling back. You seeing the contents inside more clearly, a cotton pink blanket, some onesies, and--

Your infamous Kitty plushie.

You smile drops as you rush and bend over haphazardly with your swollen belly in the way, snatching the plush out of the crib like it was diseased. You hold your arm out and stick it right in front of his face. "Joel what the FUCK is THIS doing in here??"

"What? It's your kitty! For the baby!"

"Not THIS kitty! This one's— its— filthy!"

"I washed it. Like in the actual machine. Not the tub. It's clean."

"She will never be clean of her sins, Joel Miller."

"Oh now its a she?"

"Burn. This." You growled, the animal helplessly jiggling with each word.

"Being so harsh to Kitty, she don't deserve that," he said, taking it from your hands and cradling it gently, kissing its squishy head.

"Burn it or I'm buying that pregnancy pillow and kicking you on the couch where you can share with Kitty for the rest of the year."

"I'll go get the wood for that fire."

[konigsblog]

some smut, COD concepts that are rotting my mind away 🎀

dub-con, aphrodisiac, werewolf, hybrids, kidnapping, necromancy, gangbang, weed use, brat taming, size kink, dbf, legal age gap, professor/college student roleplay, creepy behaviour...

thinking about farmer!price fucking his sweetheart after a stressful day down in the village. coming home drunk and tipsy, before begging for a nice, sloppy blowjob from his lover.

or, gaz and soap eating your slick pussy while price and simon fuck your throat raw. strained, raspy voice coming out painful, moans stuttered as they force two, thick and heavy cocks down your throat, covered in drool. you're already babbling from johnny and kyle lapping at your pussy; fighting eachother for the opportunity to suck at your sensitive clit, two moaning messes between your caked thighs.

perhaps, kidnapper!reader taking the 141 because she's just so insane for them. she's known them for what feels like ages. finally locking them in her basement, getting them attached and attracted to her. and, you won't hesitate to let them use you as a reward for being good and obedient. if they're horrible, they get forced into a tiny cage which clearly doesn't fit someone of their stature, forced to watch as another member fucks you raw.

more on necromancer!kidnapper!ghost who terrifys you and slaps you around the place. spitting in your face and fucking you brutally til you're a desperate, wet meas beneath them.

stoner!gaz having you suck him off nice and well while he has his friends over. they all embarass and humilate you for sucking him off so lazily, getting you to put more effort into it despite the effects from the weed and your heavy eyelids. all of them using your throat till it's raw.

los vaqueros (and perhaps valeria) using aphrodisiacs on f!reader and using them while they're desperate and wet. full of cum and slick, your pussy sloppy as drags her tongue along your slit, licking alejandro's girthy cock while rudy fucks your ass.

on a softer note, farmer!soap taking care of highland cow hybrid!reader. grooming and cleaning her, pretty white little panties covering your skin, your tits out and your tail being brushed as he washes you inside a bucket of water. i have an idea that farmer!soap likes small tits — groping and sucking on them till they're puffy.

werewolf!price who loves big tits. sucking on them and squeezing them, trying his absolute hardest not to bite you, eventually muzzling him while riding his thick cock. admiring how your tits bounce, mesmerised and kneading them with his claws.

ghost!könig who's able to fuck deep into you whenever he pleases. fucking his big, fat cock into your slick pussy while your showering. watching as your expression turns lustful and your knees become weak as he slams into you, deep and hard.

physics professor!könig ploughing into you because you failed the test. he believes you should've studied harder. each thrust, he groans and occasionally asks a question, each time you get it wrong, he spanks you with a ruler till your ass is painful and your cunt is swollen from his relentless fuckings.

gambler!horangi who gambles with you. if he wins, he gets to fuck you. if you win, you get to do whatever you want to him. from him doing 69 with you, to you spanking and pegging him while tutting, shaming and humilating him for losing.

pornstar!price stroking his cock for pornstar!reader. spurting thick drops of seed all over your face before fucking you relentlessly. your pussy full and sloppy, cameraman!simon zooming in on your cunny to watch as john drills his big cock into you mercilessly.

4 keegans having a gangbang with you. hoarse and husky voice sending shivers down your spine, your eyes watery as 2 keegans penetrate your slick pussy, the other 2 fucking your tight asshole.

mean!adler putting you in your place. a brat tamer who's definitely into punishments. spanking you and recording it for you to watch back. or, exhibition kink. in the bar, getting fingered by him while he acts all nonchalant and you're dripping down his hand.

brat tamer!mace who loves 69. huge, fat dick pushed down your throat while he grips your smaller hips tightly and eats you out like a starved man. definite size kink. loves hearing you struggle while he eats you out like it's a profession.

dbf!frank woods treating his best friend's daughter like a slut in the bathroom at a get-together. having you moan his name as he pounds into you with a painful, throbbing pace. taking your panties and leaving you bare with drops of semen dripping down your thighs the entire time.

creep!hesh begging you to huff and suck at his boxers while he huffs at your used panties. a missing pair with a cum stain on them, ignoring your accusations and stuffing his boxer briefs further into your mouth while wet humping you.

[tteokdoroki]

Riding Isagi has been PLAGUING my mind. Like I want that guy till he’s crying shaking stuttering. I need to see the whites of his eyes when they roll to the back of his head. I need to physically feel the weight of the air with all the sex mingled with it. I have gotta hear that nasty sloppy sound of the froth of us meeting again and again. I wanna ask him about the most mundane things (like what he wants for dinner or some shit) just to see him struggle to answer. Wanna praise him just to if he’ll slobber from the excitement or just look at me with a dumb fucked out little smile…I need to FUCK this guy…and then sweetly kiss him whole again :D

�� ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, smut, creampies, praise!kink, cow girl, hair pulling, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

when isagi plays well, you’ll often reward him. 

he’s often deserving of it. he puts his heart and his soul, his life force into playing soccer for the best results and to become the best. isagi is a hard worker and from that stems his yearning for attention and praise. it’s in human nature after all, to want to be told ‘you’ve done well.’ ‘i’m proud of you.’ ‘you’re so good.’ — to chase after a prize. 

you know that sometimes isagi has his sick little fantasies of debauched domesticity. to come home to you and play a sinful game of house — he’d never make you a trophy or housewife for that matter because he loves and respects you way too much. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about bringing the fantasy into the bedroom. and as said before, when isagi plays well… you indulge him. 

“how was your day, yoichi? did you miss me, honey?” you purr, smiling with your tongue in the corner of your mouth at the sight of twinkling azure eyes rolling back into his skull. your fingers twirl daintily in the dark baby hair’s on the back of isagi’s neck — eliciting a high pitched mewl from deep in his chest. the angelic sound turns into a suprised hiss when you grab the roots of his silky locks and tug isag’s gaze up to face you. “answer me, baby.” 

he looks up at you, delirious — his expression appearing high as a kite despite there having been only a few kisses exchanged between you both. between your tongue in his mouth, running over his pearly white teeth, and your warm, sticky cunt wrapped around his aching shaft…yoichi doesn’t know how to think. let alone formulate a proper response.

“yoichi—“ 

“fucking missed you, baby,” the striker’s brain short circuits at the feeling of your juices dribbling down his cock resulting in obtuse droplets forming between his loaded balls. it grounds him yet destroys him as the same time — enough of isagi’s consciousness coming back to him to dig his nails into the fat of your ass, lifting and dropping you in his lap for some well deserved friction. “always do. miss my girl, miss her pretty face. h-her wet. fucking. cunt. wrapped around me like this….god, fuck!” he punctuates each word with a forceful jug of hips up into your core.

you find it so cute how he tries to stay in control, keep a level head when you’re on top. spoiling him. yoichi let’s you take over the rhythm of your hips — so you start off slow, circling yourself in his lap and squeezing down on his heavy, throbbing dick before you switch to bouncing up and down. he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in anticipation when you grab his large hands with your smaller ones and guide them from your backside to your chest. 

there’s no way to properly describe how much you affect isagi. you make him feel like a hormone- crazed high schooler with the way he eagerly fondles your chest, brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples until they harden and form those pretty peaks he loves so much. he hungrily watches your face, listens out for the change in the pitch of your dreamy lullaby-like moans that lets isagi know you feel so fucking good and that he’s touching you just right. his observant cobalt eyes peer up at you, watching you as if he’s searching for constellations in the sky. he finds them when your own eyes grow starry with tears, aligning perfectly with the surge of pleasure that shoots through you. 

if he had the words, isagi would tell you that you looked like an angel. his lips quiver around the shape of the complement and fade off into a shaky whimper exhaled into the weighty scent of sex in the air. embarrassment burns in the centre of his chest like a ball of gas in outer space because isagi can still hear himself babbling and moaning ad-libbing the sounds of your skin meeting his and the sloppiness of his cock slipping in and out of your creamed cunt. 

the mix of your arousals makes a papping noise that makes isagi dizzy — the gem-shade of blue in his eyes overtaken by white as they roll back into his skull. he misses the warm, sluice, hug of your pussy when you pull off of him and never wants to leave it when you slam back down, squealing to yourself cutely because you’re high off of pleasure too. 

you have him so fucked up, he starts to wonder if he really deserves this — either way, isagi clings to every ounce of pleasure he gets from you riding him stupid. from your thighs slapping down on his, to the way you sensually grind down on his cock and use him to churn up your own insides. 

before you lose him to overthinking instead of ecstasy, you nose up the side of isagi’s neck and press grounding kisses to his piping hot flesh as you praise him. “you’re so good, yoichi. played so well today too. my good boy,” you coo against the shell of his ear, basking in the way he trembles and whines, his cockhead leaking up against your equally sopping walls. “made you, hah, dinner baby. your favourite, just how you like it.”

a tingling sensation builds behind isagi’s pelvis and a wildfire of lust spreads throughout his body, burning white at the base of his lungs — stealing away the words that he needs to speak. you watch as he tries and fails, reduced to a bumbling mess of tears and a sloppy cock. 

licking up the side of yoichi’s face and catching a stray tear of his before it falls too far, you peel back your hips — both of you dropping your gazes to the opaque milky strings of slick that tie you to one another like strings of fate. 

isagi heaves at the sight, dragging you down to lie on his sticky chest — the dire need to be closer to you shooting down his spine. “you spoil me so much, precious girl.” he chokes on the syllables, stuttering while you grind into one another sensually. “really takin’ care of me.” 

you can hear his heart pounding against his rib cage in this position and look up to isagi’s lovesick face, pouty and wet like a puppy. “i have to take care of my precious boy, he’s the best striker in the world after all.” you say quietly, feverishly bucking your squelchy core down on his heady cock. isagi makes a face, one that’s twisted in a mix of agony and rapture, and his nails dig into the meat of your thighs once more — holding you in place while he wildly fucks himself into you.

“y-you’re gonna cum, aren’t you, pretty boy?” you continue to tease him, your words punctuated by his rapid thrusts and your own high pitched squeals. isagi nods with a pout, his sensibility abandoned. “my boy’s so worked up, ‘m so proud of you, yoichi. use your words and you can cum inside me this time.” 

sweat mats darkish midnight hair to isagi’s forehead, pearling on his hairline like the tears in his waterline. he blinks them back, barely able to focus on you, especially since you’re squeezing down on him so hard. “i wanna cum,” he chants dumbly, his voice muffled by the exertion of pounding your puffy pussy raw. “lemme cum, please.” 

smiling, you brush back his bangs and grab at them so you can tug his face up towards yours. “kiss me, yoichi.” 

“oh fuck,” isagi screws his eyes shut and rasps, tone whiny, craning his neck up to meet your lips. “hah, hah, hah—!”

you cut off his candy-like and heavenly whimpers with an intimate, open-mouthed kiss. isagi pants against your tongue as you force it lovingly past his lips, pressing it up against his while you swap spit with one another. he cums like this, hard, quickly filling you up with viscous white that taints your insides and you follow not long after — painting his lap with your claim as your breath mingles in the sec tainted air vibrating in between the two of you. 

when you pull away, lazily flopping into yoichi’s strong arms — you remain connected by a string of saliva that he licks up eagerly. isagi gives you a dumb, sexy fucked out smirk just for good measure, still pulsing inside of your warm sex. 

“i love you, pretty boy.” you breathe, kissing his cheek dotingly. 

“i love you most, precious girl.” isagi breathes back, keening happily into your affectionate touch. 

[nerfpuncher]

HAPPY MAY THE 4TH Y'ALL!!

I'd like to tell yall a story.

As well all know, 3 years ago today The Bad Batch premiered. We were in the thick of Tritcale Harvest (like we are now lol). I was too excited to wait till I got home to watch. So I propped my phone up on the tractor steering colum, used my head phones, and watched the pilot while driving tractor. It was wonderful.

At the same time, my big red mare was over due to foal by two weeks. She could release the hostage at any time. I had checked on her at 4am when I left for the field, she showed no signs of foaling.

A surprise bout of rain at 10am shut us down that day. So I went home and drove out to check her just in case.

This is what I found

He was dry, standing and nursing. I'm guessing she had him not long after I had checked in the morning.

A perfect clone of his mother right down to the star on his head. After a few days, when he mother would nicker, he would too.

So of course he had to be named Echo❤️

In the same way I have loved this show over the past 3 years and watched the fandom grow, I watched Echo grow as well.

He is curious and kind. First to meet you at the gate when called. He is playful by nature, stealing hats, gloves, or anything else left unattended.

He is a fast learner with more try than any other horse iv started (and iv started a lot of colts)

Anyway

A few days ago, I once again left my house at 4am, propped my phone up on the tractor steering colum, and watched the series final the same way i did when it first aired. It was so bitter sweet.

Then as if it was meant to be, a suprise bout of rain hit at 10am, and shut us down again.

I figures I only had one choice.

A few days shy of his 3rd birthday, I put the first ride on my ARC trooper in training. I felt how he moves under saddle for the first time.

He is a horse that very few ranchers get to ride in their lifetime. He is brave in the face of the unknown. Calm in the chaos. Everything I want in a cow horse and then some. I can only imagine him 5 years down for road

My how he has grown into his name

Why did I feel the need to write all this?

While our favorite show has ended, Echo here will live another 25 years with me if I'm lucky.

And every time I swing my leg over him, I'll think of this wonderful fandom iv come to be apart of. Of the artists and writers who put their hearts and souls into their work for us to enjoy. I'll think of the amazing people I got the privilege to know and call friends. ❤️

I'll think of all the Echo posts. Funny and angsty alike.

So while the show my have come to a bitter sweet end.

I'll have my sweet Echo to remind me of why I fell in love with the show and fandom in the first place ❤️

[supercap2319]

Y/N watched Archie Andrews from afar. He was shooting some hoops with some other guys on the basketball team as he wore his blue and gold letterman's jacket. The way he smiled. Y/N had to suppress the urge to walk over to him and kiss him on the lips. Behind him a voice chuckles.

"Give it up, Y/N. Preppy, straight, pretty boys like Andrews don't fall for guys like you and Fangs. Tough Greaser trash." Y/N turned to see Toni and Fangs looking at him. He was a greaser like them. The guy from the wrong side of the tracks. He started fights in bars. Smoked. Drank. Wore leather jackets and put too much grease in his hair, but he wasn't a bad guy despite his tough appearance. He was actually nice.

Y/N gave her a look as he leaned against his motorcycle. "Oh, and what kinds of people do straight preppy's like? Danes with big hair and giant bosoms?"

"It's a thought. Squares like him don't hang with us." Fangs told him.

"It's funny that you both are telling me to stay away from preppies, but Fangs got Midge knocked up. And Toni seduced Cheryl Blossom in the girl's locker room." Y/N told them as he lit a cigarette and put it between his lips and took a drag. "Besides, what's wrong with me wanting to lick Archie Andrews' big and long cherry popsicle. And ride that ginger's stallion till the cows come home?"

"Y/N, that's gross." Toni scrunched her nose in disgust.

Meanwhile, Archie turned his attention to the three greasers and when he saw Y/N, he smiled and waved. Blushing a bit.

Y/N smiled and waved back and winked.

[bohemian-nights]

That last anon is cooking something. The book does have a second account of daemon being a father figure to nettles. A maester swears by it in fact. The salacious rumors about bathing were told by maids and we know which rumors not to trust (some of mushroom's, singers, maids, etc).

It makes sense if nettles' arc is split between rhaena and addam actually. Rhaena joining daemon at the riverlands fulfills the father-daughter arc that is in need of confrontration and closure since s1. It wouldn't make sense if you have rhaena, addam, and nettles as dragonriders. There'd be too many of them. Someone has to go and rhaena is already a poc. The only answer here is nettles. Addam aIready exists and is non-valyrian looking.

Tbh your self-insert fantasies are getting in the way of you seeing this in an objective light. They're clearly not following the books so why are you expecting a throuple or an incestuous dad-daughter one is to one comparison from the book? Clearly nonny was pertaining to the second account being fulfilled, which would be much better than a contrived alleged cheating plot.

The only thing you and the other anon are cooking is some meth in a basement to feed the voices in your heads🤣

For those that don't know this is a link to the ask that this Dumbnyra stan is talking about.

You must think I’m as stupid as your cult of delusional morons if you expect me to believe that they had someone come in to play Nettles, dressed her up and everything, but only as an easter egg🙃:

You and the other anon need to come up with a better excuse for why they’ll cut Nettles and replace her with Rhaena than the toilet water your spilling.

Shipping nonsense aside, Rhaena is a highborn girl who comes from a dragon-riding family. She may be neglected by her father, but she’s undoubtedly privileged and she does have family who do care about her.

Nettles is the complete opposite of that. She comes from literally nothing. She has no one. The odds are stacked against her and yet this little brown-skinned bastard girl claims a dragon that killed others who had the “right blood.”

She’s supposed to show us that it’s more than blood that makes us. No other dragonseed or dragonrider has gone through what she has and none of them will. She’s a survivor in every sense of the word.

You are literally missing the point of her arc if you think they can just copy and paste it onto Rhaena(or Addam or whoever) cause they are all POC(don't hide behind that word because it doesn't make you look less racist when we know you mean Black) now.

Learn how to read first before you come for me with the self-insert bull crap(rich coming from the likes of you considering that’s the only reason why you care about Dumbnyra and why you refuse to see Nettles as an actual important character):

Maester Norren’s Testimony is supposed to support not dispute the assertion that Daemon and Nettles are lovers (see the “and in this case”).

You can't cherry-pick what you want from a source(which is what you’re trying to do because you know it makes no sense that a man bathes naked alone with their grown daughter). Maester Norren believes what the maids say. He never questions it so you either drop his account entirely or you accept the whole of it.

The maids were there. They weren’t just gossiping for the sake of gossiping or making sh*t up because everyone at Maidenpool from Lord Mooton’s brother to those lowly maids could see how fond Daemon was of Netty:

As far as the show goes, despite what you guys try to claim, your ship has hit dead water:

This show was never centered around Dumbnyra’s “epic love story.” Nettles and the “contrived cheating plot” was always going to come along (and you can cry about it till the cows come home):

As I asked the other anon, if you truly believe that Rhaena will replace Nettles what will be the new cause of Daemon abandoning Rhaenyra?

Does Mysaria still accuse him of sleeping with his own daughter and Rhaenyra believes her and orders Rhaena’s death or does Daemon just decide to abandon her and end it all for sh*ts and giggles?

What makes him confront Aemond now knowing that Rhaenyra needs him, Rhaena’s life doesn’t hang in the balance, and he doesn’t have to make a choice? What’s the reason? What’s the motivation? Don’t leave us in suspense 🙃

And before another Dumbnyra stan sends me another anonymous message talking about how mean I am or how I’m just a biased self-inserter, let me go quote myself from yesterday because you are proving my point:

This is why I responded to the first anon and yourself the way I did. Your side of the fandom is riddled with misogynoir and anti-Blackness all under the guise feminism(while disrespecting every female character who isn't Rhaenyra).

In your bigoted minds, you all think there can only be one or two Black people around, or else there are too many in a sea of white characters you can root for. The presence of a whopping six Black(ish) characters is just so distressing for you.

You all think it’s fine to cut the only in-canon Black character and insert her arc onto race-bent characters because you don’t want her there.

You refuse to see her importance because she’s Black. You refuse to relate to her because she’s Black. You refuse to see her as an actual character with a story worthy of being told because she’s Black.

A story that is unique among the dragonseeds(yes even with Addam having dark hair because he’s still being claimed by Corlys and he has a family) but you ignore it all in favor of she should be cut because there are just too many Black characters.

Let's call a spade a spade and say the main reason you want her cut and replaced with Rhaena is because you know that if Nettles is there she will be Daemon’s lover and due to the color of her skin you refuse to self-insert into a Negro like you do Rhaenyra. Rhaena is the safe option because you know Daemon can't f*ck his own daughter. Don’t insult my intelligence and say that you are doing this because you people actually want to make her more of a key player during the Dance or want daddy to pay attention to her.

I’ve already laid out how they can make Rhaena more actively involved so if you really cared about her you’d root for a story line like this:

You don’t care about Nettles, Rhaena, or Addam who all have their respective plot lines and roles to play. This is all being done to keep your sinking ship afloat(too late for that because it’s already struck the iceberg and it’s going down faster than the Titanic).

You know who can be cut/combined considering they have basically the same role (betraying Rhaenyra)? Ulf and Hugh. Oh, but that’s right, they are both white so you’d never suggest that. They are just too important to the plot for one to be cut.

Your all Negros are the same to me, they’ll have five Negros on the show and that’s five too many even though this show is majority white, I’ll lose what’s left of my sanity if they add one more so they’ve had to have reached their Black quota behind can go somewhere else and spout that bull crap to your fellow Nazi wannabes.

If people can not see how racist this cult of a fandom is I don’t know what to tell you, but I won’t be entertaining your unserious bs about Nettles on my blog when you come out the gate with racially charged language.

[adelphiafox2]

We are meant to be

(here is another yandere geralt story, I'm sorry I just love yandere geralt and as I said I don't see a lot of yandere geralt fanfics, maybe you guys have but I haven't so let's get into this)

{you're also a witcher you've always worked alone you did have some help sometimes and you didn't mind the people helping you and you,you also love having people around well sometimes atleast,you also go to some taverns from time to time and you had a lot of fun especially the songs you heard the bards sing,you also love killing beasts and of course you loved the money you get from the people and the honor they give you, although Witchers Don't feel emotions but you always feel emotions like any other person,like you feel anger, sadness, jealousy and most importantly fear,of course you will feel fear when a six to seven beast is standing right in front of you,but you still fight the beast and you win everytime,well not everytime but you do win sometimes, but when you don't kill the beast sometimes the people are nice enough and say how you did your best and some well let's just say they aren't that nice, but what happens when you are just riding your horse to go and find a creature that has been killing a village's sheep's and cows,they offered you a lot of coins so of course you didn't back up on that offer but while you were looking for the beast it attacked you from behind while killing your horse which made you see red,but what if this beast is to strong to fight on your own so you almost got killed but another Witcher helps you and kills the beast in a second,you got a little bruised from the beast so the witcher watched over you,so when you woke up you saw a Witcher who was quite handsome but his presence felt...off but you didn't listen to yourself which was stupid,but what happens when the witcher becomes more and more interested in you but then it turns into.... obsession}

I was walking around the forest trying to find a village or town so I could get some money for me an h/n(horse name) she/he does need a new saddle anyway we also need food for us both,so I am in desperation for money,while I was riding I heard shouting and talking making me gallop over to the village when I got there I slowed h/n down so I could look around the village,I stopped h/n and got off and grabbed h/n's reins and walked over to a pole and tied her reins then I walked over to a woman who was sorting her clothes, "may I know where the master of the town is?" The woman turned to me and then gasped "y-your a witcher" "yes I am now may I know where the master of the town is?" She nodded then pointed to a huge looking house making me smile and thank her then made my way to the house,when I got there I knocked on the door and waited for a bit till someone opened the door, "hello?" Asked a man "hello yes I want to ask if I may speak with your master" "for what causes?" "Well I am witcher and I'm here to help you with any creature" "o-of course I'll be right back" the man then closed the door rather harshly I waited a bit till the door opened again, "come in please" said the man making me nod then I went inside and it was quite fancy and rather homely "wait here" I nodded and watched the man walk away,I looked around and saw something shiny I looked at it and it looked quite beautiful I picked it up and looked at it but then I accidentally broke it making me look around then I quickly put it away and made my way back where I was, "you must be the witcher my butler told me about" I turned to person who said it and saw a man,who had long hair that was pulled back and he was rather well built, "yes, I'm y/n" I said holding out my hand he looked at it and slowly took it, "you a witcher a woman?" I glared at him then I put my hand on my hip and I had a tricky finger to pull out my sword and kill him right there and then, "I'm only joking no worries I find it brave for a woman to fight" I nodded "now I heard you wanted to ask me if we had any monster problems,is that right?" "Yes that's right" "well we have a big one" "how does it look?did it look for anything?did it kill a animal or anyone?" "A lot of questions well, it's very tall dark to and red eyes, well he must've been looking for food and yes it killed five sheep and one grown man" I nodded"how much will I get after killing the beast?" "Well how about one thousand coins" "deal" "you sure just one thousand?I mean that creatures is pretty huge" "okay how about three thousand?" "Good choice,now on you get I'll see you when you bring that beasts head" I nodded then walked out of the house,then I made way to h/n and untied her and we started to ride into the woods.

It turned nightime and I still didn't find the darn beast I sighed but then I heard a branch snap making me grab my sword then I heard a snarl,I then felt something push me off h/n I then heard a pained neigh of a horse and I saw the beast stab h/n making me see red I got up and grabbed my sowrd and swung at the beast,I hit the bloody beast on the arm making him hiss in pain,it slapped me away making me stop from me falling further I glared at the beast, "you're gonna regret killing my horse!" I then charged at the beast and I saw it sent his arm making me dodge it and I stabbed it on his side making it screech in pain then I felt a sharp sting on my back making me hiss I fell to the floor making me drop my sword but I quickly grabbed it again and moved out of the way and I saw the beast hand stuck on the floor giving me a chance to hit it's side again but harder it screeched again and he got his arm free and then threw me away making me grunt in pain,I then hissed in pain as I felt my back hit a tree it made it worse because of the cut of the beast, "curse you beast" I hissed with venom then I looked around for my sword I reached for it but I screamed in pain as I felt the beast stand on my wrist,I quickly reached for my dagger and I got it then I stabbed the beast on the stomach it screeched again then it glared at me then it growled at me then it roared at me but it stopped when I heard a bone cracking noise and then I saw the beast eyes shut then it fell on top of me making me groan and I tried pushing it off but it was way to heavy but I was relived when someone else took the beast off of me,I blinked a few times to get the blurry vision away,I looked up and saw a man with long white hair,he also had yellow eyes and I realised that he was a Witcher, "are you gonna get up or are you going to keep staring?" "Oh,right sorry" I then got up and I smeared off some blood that was on my face I looked at it in disgust and threw it off my hand I then turned to the Witcher, "who are you?" "Why should I tell you?" "Because I asked" he rolled his eyes "it's Geralt" "y/n" I then turned to my left and I saw h/n I sighed and walked over to her/him "you are quite weak for needing help from another Witcher" I ignored him then I I crouched down and touched h/n lightly I laid my head on her/his stomach I then took off her/his saddle and the railings and put it beside her/him I heard the other Witcher sigh "if you need someone to get you somewhere I am more then glad to help you" I looked at him "that would be nice" I said wiping my tears I then grabbed my pouch that had a few coins and some food, I walked over to the witcher and saw he to had a horse of course he would how would he get here I saw him get on then I got on "hold on or you fall either way that's your problem" I sighed and held him by his waist and then he started to ride away "where do you need to go?" "To a village I went to them to get some coins" I saw him groan softly making me glare at the back of his head.

After a while we made it back to the village and It was already morning and I saw everyone working but they stopped as they saw me and geralt I looked away "where off to now?" I pointed to the house where the master lived then I felt geralt ride over to the house and then stopped I got off the horse and went up to the door and knocked on it I waited then it opened and it was the butler but he gasped as he saw me I sighed and looked at the floor he then lightly closed the door making me sigh then it opened again after a few minutes and it was the master of the town his eyes went wide when he saw me "come inside please" I did what he saw and I got inside "did you kill it?" "What do you think?" He looked at the floor "fair enough stay here and let me grab your coins". I saw him walk away making me look at the floor,he came back with a small bag of coins I took it from him and it felt pretty full "thank you" I said "no thank you" I nodded then walked over to the door and opened it and walked out of there closing the door of course, "how much did he give you?" "We made a deal that he'll give me three thousand coins" "I wouldn't have done it for three thousand" "I'm not you now am I?" "Fair" I was about to walk away but he stopped me "where are you going?" "I don't know" "how about you travel with me?" I turned to him "are you sure?" He nodded I then looked at the floor then back at him I sighed then I got on his horse.

Me and Geralt were traveling were traveling with eachother for a month already and I learned that Geralt gets potions to make him stronger,but he only uses them in a intense fight,which I understand,me and Geralt also became great friends and he feels like brother to me that I never had,we also did come across some monsters or bandits but luckily we were together so nothing bad happened to either of us which was good in a way,but I sometimes get a wierd feeling in my gut and my gut tells me to stay away from Geralt or to either run,but I kept ignoring it,I also thought of how I want to live alone and have farm,with lots of farm animals and I told Geralt this and he just groaned like he was always does, I also sometimes get wierd looks from Geralt but I ignored it,I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by Geralt,"y/n did you even hear me?" I shook my head and looked at Geralt "no sorry what did you ask?" ",Do you think it's a good idea to camp here for the night?" I looked around then I nodded my head "yeah we can camp here" Geralt nodded then he started to get of roach so did i,we then started to get everything, Geralt then went to go and get some fire making me wait for him it's been a while since he went to get the fire wood but he did come back we then lit up the fire while Geralt went to go get wood he also got us some food,after we ate the food,I then decided to go to sleep and Geralt decided to watch over us so no danger came to us,for some reason I couldn't sleep but I don't want to disturb Geralt so I tried to fall asleep but I just couldn't,I suddenly heard Geralt walk over to me making me freeze and I closed my eyes to pretend that I was sleeping,I then felt him move a strand of hair away from my face,it was hard trying to pretend to sleep when someone is crouching over you and it made you quite uncomfortable,I could just feel his gaze on i don't know if it's a killer gaze or something else,I then heard him speak "oh y/n,why would want to leave me?" I remember telling geralt that I want to quit doing hunts and adventurous and just wanted to life my live i wouldn't want to just live my life by just hunting creatures or doing adventures but I never said I'll leave Geralt well I mean I am leaving him because he wants to stick to hunting and adventurous, I'm fine with it but doesn't want me to leave him, "I wish I could just trap you somewhere no one can find" I felt a sudden chill run down my spine,"you've changed me y/n" I suddenly felt something stab my making me turn to get comfortable which scared Geralt because I could hear footsteps I opened my eyes a bit and I saw feet and I knew they were Geralt's feet,"I want you" I'm so confused maybe I'm dreaming, "you really shouldn't be believe me y/n and I know your not sleeping"I quickly reacted and ran away and I heard geralt running after me,I started to run as fast as I can but Geralt was faster then me and I felt him tackle me to the ground and started to scream and struggle, "hold still y/n!" I started to struggle even more I then felt him wrap his arms around my waist and felt him pull me up,I then felt him bury his face in my neck, "we are meant to be y/n" I heard him whisper in my ear and I started to cry, "let's go my love" I then felt him drag me away.

[zappedbyzabka]

Thinking about 20-something Johnny in his slutty punk phase haunting every guy in his life’s dreams and fantasies

Spray painting buildings with his wannabe boyfriend/fuckbuddy Dutch and going for joy rides on his motorcycle. Cute tongue and nipple piercings and a little snake tattoo on his lower back—Kreese likes to think it’s for him, but so do the cobras.

Also thinking of my southern Johnny au and all the adorable sundresses, shorts shorts, and rompers he’d wear. Thinking Sookie Stackhouse sort of outfits.

Maybe he does become a waitress at a bar to save up for his own place and get away from his angry stepfather, who, when he wasn’t insulting Johnny, would make creepy comments to him. Johnny’s glad he’s dead.) He enjoys the job and gets along with most of his coworkers (especially his boss, Terry, who actually owns the place as a sort of…side fun? Johnny hasn’t bothered to ask, but Terry is a CEO, so he doesn’t get why the man would want to hang around some small town bar, let alone buy it, but Johnny isn’t complaining; Terry’s broad and tall—he towers over Johnny in a way that makes him feel dainty. He’s a clean-shaven sort of handsome that Johnny isn’t used to—you can tell he’s filthy rich. Good thing Johnny’s used to filth—not only that, he loves it. Plus, he’s not exactly the nicest person himself, so he can’t judge Terry for his wicked ways. And he’s not thinking about Silver’s corrupt company when the man’s cock is 10 inches deep inside him and making him moan till the cows come home.

But also thinking about Terry sweeping Johnny off his feet and into his arms in tkk3, not at all understanding why Kreese would give up this beautiful, feisty little thing, but glad he did.

Because as I’ve said so many times before, I neeeeed Johnny getting to just be happy and have fun with Silver’s money—either lying around the mansion in silky pajamas/lingerie (or Silver’s shirt that’s practically a dress on him) or shopping.

or he’s in the big backyard practicing his karate, still too raw from everything that happened at the tournament to do it in front of other people again yet. They’re happy together, and when Silver tells Johnny about his plans to torment Daniel, Johnny laughs and kisses him; “Keep me updated, babe.”

(But maybe uh oh, when Daniel and Johnny see each other again, it’s like love at second sight—at least for poor loverboy Daniel, Johnny is still kinda pissed off at him and just wants to ride his dick off. Either way, this little "thing" between Johnny and Daniel causes Silver to be way more severe with his mind games in tkk3, and Daniel ends up going back to Miyagi much earlier.)

[whencallstheheart]

I don’t usually post online but I just need to get my thoughts out because no one I know watches this show lol.

I have seen A LOT of people on Twitter and social media lamenting how the new showrunner is ruining the narrative that seasons 8 and 9 established. This isn’t unexpected and people can argue about that till the cows come home. The thing that can’t be argued however is that Elizabeth’s heroic arc is to face her greatest fear by opening herself up to love someone as much as she loved Jack knowing that she could go through the same pain and loss and grief all over again. Thus we arrive at the fundamental problem with season 8. It is not necessarily her choosing Lucas but the fact we don’t see her experience fear around the possibility of losing him. We see her go to the opera and go horseback riding and on candlelit dinners but we don’t see her have to sit and wrestle with the fact that loving Lucas could bring her the same pain that she experienced with Jack. We do however see that she is terrified by the idea of losing Nathan. The writers have had 5 seasons to show us that Elizabeth is deeply in love with Lucas but from where I’m sitting they have shown me that she loves Nathan while telling me that she loves Lucas. The new showrunner is using season 10 to remedy the show of its failure in season 8 to come full circle on Elizabeth recognizing her fears and realizing that she must face them to embrace a life of true happiness and not simply one of comfort. Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk lol.

First of all, you're always welcome to continue your series of TED Talks here. This was beautifully said.

"The writers have had 5 seasons to show us that Elizabeth is deeply in love with Lucas but from where I’m sitting they have shown me that she loves Nathan while telling me that she loves Lucas."

Absolutely. They gave us a showy romance but no depth with Lucas and Elizabeth. I kept waiting for it. I kept waiting for them to convince me that Lucas was the right choice. That didn't happen.

I completely agree that a lot has been fixed in season 10. Has it been perfect? Of course not. But it feels like we're finally on the right track. I hope now we can have Elizabeth be a lot more likeable after she finally took the time to look inward and sort through her trauma. I think so many people didn't want to take the time to understand what was going on with her but unfortunately the show also didn't bother to dig into it either until now.

I'm happy with what Lindsay was able to do with what she inherited and I'm excited to see where the show can go moving forward.

[itsjustmorganassims]

My name is Maryanne Amich

I grew up out on the furthest farm from town in Chestnut Ridge. I've got six brothers and sisters, two horses, three barn cats, half a dozen chickens and one mean old sow named Mable. She ain't afraid to bite the hand that feeds her and daddy says she can get away with it on account she's so old. Daddy says she's the oldest cow in Mercer County. Been keeping us in milk supply long as I can remember-- daddy too. And Johnny.

Johnny's the oldest, see, then comes Sara Beth and Laura, then Jacob, then comes me, then Zachariah and Abraham. and if there's one thing I know it's if Johnny says somethin is true then you best believe it. "That boy ain't told one lie his whole life and you can take that all the way to the church, Maryanne" mama told me more times I can count. So if Johnny says Mable the oldest sow still milkin in Mercer county then I recken you can take that all the way to the church too.

Johnny would know better than anybody about that even if he was a liar. Better than anybody 'cept daddy I guess. Johnny been taking care of the farm since he could walk. Mama says Johnny used to spend all day following daddy around while he worked. Feeding the chickens, milking Mable, brushin the horses. Even in the field's whether daddy was sowin or weedin or waterin or harvestin there'd be Johnny toddlin along behind him tryna help.

"Johnny's born for this ranch, and he'll die for it too one day" mama told me one time when I asked how come Johnny ain't moved out yet and find a wife.

I was askin on account that everybody else got married moved out and was havin babies cept Johnny. Well and me. That's what started the whole conversation. Mama was instructin me on my piano one afternoon and I got a bit of an attitude with her on account that it was a specially hot day and I'd rather have been on a ride with Betsy or sitting down by the pond writin'.

Anyway, mama rapt my fingers with the yardstick she kept by the front door and it stung bad, but not as bad as what she told me.

"Maryanne you'll never find you a husband playing with fingers like that." says Mama

"What if I don't wanna husband and babies?" I says

"You like eatin? Having a roof over your head when it rains? Wood in the hearth when its cold and snowin? Look round you Maryanne, you like what you see? 'Cause I do. And I only got it all 'cause I got me a husband kind enough to give it to me. And you'll do the same one day."

To me that was the day I grew up. See Johnny is the oldest and he never done nothin cept what mama wanted him to do. He worked the farm with daddy till daddy couldn't no more and then took over. He's the one that arranged Sarah Beth and Laura's husbands too. Sarah Beth and Laura are twins. They came next after Johnny and you'll never find two twins more different in the whole world I think.

Laura was the first one to leave home. As much as I hated the idea of a husband and babies Laura was obsessed with it. She'd do anything The Watcher asked her to do. She'd read The Holy Book cover to cover more than any of us, more than mama I think even. So I guess she'd know it better enough to say what He wants from us.

Laura was just 15 when she married Cooper and moved into his parents house. They only stuck around on account that it's against the law for people under 18 to live on their own apparently. Daddy says we dont' gotta worry about it on account that we follow the Watcher's Law not the nations. Still Cooper's family must of disagreed. They moved out though once the babies came. Laura and Cooper had twins first which mama says cause it runs in the family. Two boys then they had a baby girl--Hyacinth. She's about as cute as can be. I always wanted a baby sister so I get to pretend with Hyacinth whenever mama let's me go over there.

But then you got Sarah Beth. She never wanted nothin in her whole life but to be a champion rider. Soon as she figured out how to put dirt under her feet and walk across it she was beggin Johnny for rides on Betsy--Johnny's horse. When she turned 8 Johnny sold his favorite paintin to get Sarah Beth her horse, Penny.

Sarah Beth loved ridin. But she loved anything outside. Mama used to have to drag her in to do her inside chores. That's a woman's work mama would say, you gotta learn woman's work so you'll make a good wife.

Sarah Beth would grumble bout it but she wanted to make a good wife so she'd do it fast as can be then she'd be back outside. Climbing a tree or skating on the pond or most often riding Penny. When she got to be about sixteen daddy done broke her heart tellin her she wasn't to compete. Said that wasn't ladylike of her, it was childish and she ought to grow up now.

I knew it must o hurt her cause Sarah Beth didn't even cry. She just said 'Yes Daddy' and went straight to her room. But I think she cry'd about it that night. She was standing at the door of the barn and I guess she must o been telling Penny goodbye, cause she came back all puffy eyed and Sarah Beth never once rode Penny again. She married Mr. Grover the next fall and moved into the big house on the hill.

After them all I've got left are brothers. Next comes Jacob he's a wild card mama says. He's the first one allowed to go to school 'nstead of just doin work here at home. He's real big into his studies. He likes to learn a lot, but mama had to beat the learning out of him when he got too old for it. According to mama a boy ought not to know too much lest he be annoying company. So she pulled him outta school round the same time baby Hyacinth was due to be born and he started helping Johnny on the farm.

Jacob don't like the farm. He told me so himself. Jacob was the first one to tell me the secrets about The Watcher. How he ain't really real and if he ain't real you don't gotta do what he say. He scared me so good when he said that. Felt like The Watcher himself was gonna come down and set him straight. I prayed for Jacob for days after that. I was so scared I almost told Mama. But I'm more scared of Mama than the watcher so after a few days nothin happenin' I started to think he might be okay.

He started tellin me more and more about life in the town and science and stuff. Showin me all the stuff the holy book got wrong. Tellin me how other people don't live this way. How regular kids are goin to school, girls too not just the boys. And how they don't gotta get married till they grown and only if they wanna.

One night Jacob tells me he gotta surprise for me. So we took Penny out and rode into town and he takes me way out to the otherside of town where there's all these cars parked together sittin facin a big white sheet hung up between two wooden posts. I asked what we was doin there for and he just shushed me and laid a blanket he brought from home out. When it got dark enough everyone got real quiet and suddenly the sheet lit up with pictures.

That was the first time I saw a movie. After the movie was over Jacob tells me most people got things called TVs in their houses where they can watch all the movies they want all day long if they want. Says they got things called TV shows even, which were like shorter movies that showed new every week. I asked how he even knew about this place and he says he heard of it from Polly Parkins from school.

That summer Jacob and I snuck out with Penny every Saturday night to watch pictures at the drive ins. Sometimes we'd see Polly in her red Cadilac and Jacob would go sit in her car for a bit and leave me with Penny. I never minded it much tho cause Penny's great company and I was so focused on the story being told. Cept sometimes he'd take so long to come back the movie'd be over and there was nothing but names left and I worried mama would start to notice we're not in our beds.

I asked him once about the words on the end of the movie. He says they're called "credits" and it's everyone who helped make the movie. That nearly changed my life hearin that. I couldn't believe it took that many people. That's when I started paying attention during the credits. I tried to read as many names as I could and see if I could remember em all. Then I started bringing my journal and writing em down.

Jacob once asked me why I was doin all that and I says cause they worked real hard and deserve to be remembered for it. And I hesitated cause I thought he was gonna laugh at me but then I found some courage and told him it was also cause I wanted that to be my name up there someday.

Jacob didn't laugh though. He just knelt down and put his hand on my shoulder and got real serious and says "if that's what you wanna do then we gonna make it happen, Maryanne. You and me. One of us oughtta make it out this damn town and its likely better you than me. So if its the last thing I do before meeting old grim then I'll make sure your name's up on that screen"

Sad enough that Jacob couldn't keep good on his promise. I don't blame him for none of it that followed though. Not one bit. More than anything I felt sorry for him.

It wasn't that night at the drive in we got caught but a couple weeks later. Mama caught us sneakin in an asked where we been. Jacob, bless his soul he didn't even try to lie. Maybe cause he knowd he'd never get away with it, maybe cause he was feelin brave after spending time with Polly that night.

I overheard him one time leavin Polly's car, he'd leaned down and cupped her face real gentle and said "you make me brave Polly Parkins." I thought he was gonna kiss her after that like in the movies but he didn't. He just looked at her and she looked at him and smiled the saddest smile I ever saw.

See, Polly looked at Jacob the way Johnny looks at the lame sheep at the market bein sold half off. Like he's sad for their existence. he'd like to take em home and give em a good life if they weren't so much work for nothin in return. But Jacob looked at Polly the way baby Hyacinth looks at you when you play keep-away with her toy bear.

It's her favorite game and she trusts you that you'll always give it back. So when you hide it behind your back she just laughs and laughs. and her eyes light up when she sees that bear coming back to her and she looks at you like you're the whole world.

So maybe it was on account that he saw Polly that night or maybe it was all the school teaching him science and taking him away from The Watcher or maybe Jacob was just finally tired enough but that night when Mama asked where we'd been he told her right.

I never saw Mama so mad. Not when Sarah Beth ask can she please wear pants to ride Penny stead of skirts. Not when Zachariah brought one of the barn cats in an hid her under his bed. Not even I told her I wasn't playin piano no more.

Thing about Mama is she's a quiet mad. So once she sent me to my room I didn't hear nothin that she says to Jacob about us bein out. Later she come in an gave me my whooping for lying and sneakin out. Then she did something I never will forget and still don't really understand. Mama hugged me and told me she sorry. Says she's sorry Jacob was takin advantage of me and sorry I'd seen so many nasty things that a lady ought not see. She told me it was gonna be alright.

I didn't say nothing cause I knew better than to admit that I was having fun. That Jacob wasn't taking advantage and I wanted to go with him to see the movies.

The next day mama had me sit and read scripture all day long and mama sat with me. Johnny was working in the field and daddy left for a few hours and when he came back he had Zachariah and Abraham, come home from school. Says they won't be going back. I kept askin where's Jacob but mama just keep reading scripture.

A week later mama sits us all down at dinner and says Jacob's getting married. At first I was excited cause I was thinking he got to marry Miss Polly, but then mama says her cousin Elizabeth is coming up from the valley and bringing her niece--Abigail and Abigail is gonna marry Jacob soon as they get here.

I turned 15 the day Jacob and Abigail had their first baby-Esther. I remember holding that baby, so tiny and warm and red. and seeing my Jacob three years my senior and looking so much more. Watching him look at that baby the way Polly used to look at him and I told myself I wasn't never gonna die in that town. One of us oughtta get out and it was best to be me.

That's how come I got to writing this today. Cause today is the first day in my own apartment, all by myself. Jacob couldn't help me on account of being too busy with his Abigail and his Esther but Johnny of all people came round. He's the one that stole the wine daddy'd been hoardin and sold it for me. Gave me the keepsake box mama'd been making and helped me buy my bus ticket.

"you get goin and don't look back Maryanne you hear?" Johnny said. I nodded to him and that was the last time I saw him or anyone from Chestnut ridge. I moved out here to the big city of Del Sol Valley and got me an apartment on account of Polly's aunt happens to be the owner.

But all that only happened on account of what happened that Christmas and that's a story for another day. So I'll just finish it off here with the picture we took the Spring Jacob got pulled outta school. We started going to the drive-ins the following summer.

Laura and Sara Beth moved out by then but that's me in the middle. Mama and Daddy on the ends hold Zachariah and Abraham. then there's Johnny next to his best friend in the whole world, Betsy.

[the-firebird69]

Short leg female rider😅🤣😂#motorcycle #viral #motovlog #bikeshort #trendi...

That my people have to see it over and over and over even my own clan for Christ's sake can you see what it is you have to lower the damn thing it takes the shots and you lower the shocks you adjust them down it's pretty much all you have to do is a couple other things that are fun but that works different tires and rooms sometimes you have to play with the size of the sprockets and have to match I have to be a pair. Now I want to get going on this I want people to start doing it I hardly see it happening at all and you look like idiots out there and you don't want to it it costs it's an experiment what do you get pulled over because you're too short to be driving okay it's a hassle they always try and grab you

Crissy

We have numbers on this and it says that she's right only about 3% of hers are doing it and she's telling them directly and they won't do it they said it's too obvious and our son and daughter say no it's not it looks like a different kind of bike and even cops have hard time seeing what it is from a short distance away cuz you look proportional they did try itwe heard about it and we're still at 3% and I bet it was recent. And that was Hera and she's right they tried it other groups are going to have to try it but it really he saw one at the store and he said wow this is cool the front end is lower and the rear is still up there but the way the bike is configured it has a seat that comes down lower and it's nice and low and our son can sit on it and it's like a 750 or something it was a fast way of course you can't get that one but really he can't even do it himself his legs are not long enough it's terrible this is a terrible place but just lower it and you can see and float around with it and you can raise it up if you want to it's really easy

Thor Freya

We used to say them to do stuff because you want to fight and you notice that we look short and it stops as you can't help him stop lights but when it's lowered it's still just put one foot down but if you have to you can put both and I noticed that I'm doing that and it works real well

Crissy

I am so sick of this is turning into I'm going to tell people to do it this is ridiculous he's been saying it to you people don't do a damn thing this idiots sending me orders and s*** and using code and stuff and I don't help that much I mean I should not be in that position and it's true he keeps doing that stupid s*** and we have to do take our responsibility on

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It is very stupid they were handing the whole thing and we still are and it's gross I'm trying to lowering these bikes and it works and people can't tell that well and he's right when you're right off on him and it looks normal and now you don't your legs are awful when you stop and it's terrible look at this girl is doing it's hilarious to him but she has to or she'll fall over now you can't ride like that either it's very dangerous

Trump

Olympus

I also mentioned that the hard knock kicker 5150 you can make it a little bit more mellow because an hk2 or an hk1 is more compact it's not as long and it was beating these sport bikes in a race and had crappy tires you put better tires on it the match and you put a 250 in or 350 and you can do a top end kit to a 250 and you take it off and put in the piston and everything and it's like $60 and you're going to go fast enough and it's light these bikes are heavy you need to find a motor yeah okay you can't find a motor okay that's stupid you can order a Chinese motors till the cows come home at 3:50 is not too hard to find if you can't you get the 250 you get the kit just there and these are easier to ride these bikes even if you lower it they way too much and your bodies are just not built that way you're going to tire out and it takes too long and you can't lift the thing up and then you can lift one of these bikes up

Zues

It's heartbreaking that they don't do it then it's going to take too long

Hera

We're getting to it now morlock

[somethingboutafic]

First Time/Virgin

make you never wanna leave by fairytalelights (E) word count: 9,126 (Omega/Omega) Harry is an omega teen who has trouble getting wet even when he's turned on, Louis is his omega best friend who helps him experiment. In a completely platonic way, of course.

Just Jump by jaerie (E) word count: 9,748 Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang. “Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

even the best laid plans by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 25,190 Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (E) word count: 25,896 In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

Pillow Talk by FallingLikeThis (E) word count: 25,981 When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister's best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love.

fake it till you make it by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 28,777 After a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…

Bug Boy by FitzAndLarry (M) word count: 36,630 the one where Harry is obsessed with bugs and Louis can't wait for them to be Alphas together.

somewhere only we know by bethaboo (E) word count: 44,536 Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it's not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry's moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland. The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure.

7 Up by cherrystreet (E) word count: 51,973 Very loosely based on the British TV Show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by "Something I Need by One Republic." We follow Harry & Louis in an interview setting every 7 years. They fall apart & come together, their lives & emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.

Here's Your Perfect by brightgolden (E) word count: 54,170 In the world where mates are assigned to everyone and deposited to their door when an agreeable partner is found for them, Alpha Louis has recently been given his. However, he is nothing like the type of alpha that the omega academy prepares Harry for.

Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by starryhaze (NR) word count: 82,280 a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

Atlas At Last by louisandthealien (M) word count: 83,037 Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall. It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis (E) word count: 86,066 Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

Desperation Was My Sanctuary by InsightfulInsomniac (E) word count: 101,830 As a PhD student and transplant to New York City, Louis is struggling for both money and companionship. His roommate, Zayn, introduces him to a friend who is involved in New York City's sugar bowl. Reluctantly, he signs up for a sugaring app knowing he’s probably the least conventional sugar baby on the market. If he can find a sugar daddy who will pay his bills without asking him to sacrifice his own preferences and boundaries, he might just be willing to earn a bit of extra cash by faking a relationship with a millionaire. At the age of 35, Harry’s spent his entire adult life devoted to his career as a fashion designer. With his label, Eroda, steady and flourishing, he finally has time to settle down. When he reflects on his adult life, he realizes that he’s never been in a relationship and therefore feels behind. Shy and insecure in his inexperience, he turns to a sugaring app to manufacture a “test relationship” on his terms. Turns out, they’re both looking for something unconventional. A smutty, non-traditional strangers-to-lovers story about finding yourself, friendship, safety, sexual discovery, and an unexpected collision with tender, profound love.

apple pie baked just right by 28goldenfics (E) word count: 106,417 Louis has to get away. The news of his father’s terminal diagnosis, the loss of his job, and the breakup with his girlfriend leads Louis to leave for a life of slower things in the small town of Cedar Hills. His new neighbor is the Cox Family Apple Farm. Harry Styles, the oldest child of the Cox Family, might just teach him how to live life a little simpler, bake an apple pie, and breathe.

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by kingsofeverything (E) word count: 109,504 Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

Our Lives, Non-Fiction by indiaalphawhiskey (E) word count: 113,574 Heralded as the next Neil Gaiman, Louis Tomlinson does not appreciate being told that his very serious novel is in dire need of a PR boost. Even worse, that it comes in the form of a joint book tour with the UK’s #1 online romance-writing sensation Marcel Styles. Already turbulent at best, their partnership takes a drastic turn when, overly stressed about his looming deadline, Marcel accidentally blurts out a secret: though he’s famed for his scorching hot literary love scenes, he is, actually, a virgin. Convinced that the only way to rid himself of writer’s block is to gain some experience, Marcel asks Louis, author-to-author, to sleep with him – for Science. And of course Louis agrees because, well, what on Earth could possibly go wrong? Or, a lesson in romance that proves that sometimes the best love stories aren’t always by the book.

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 117,895 Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery. Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Drops of Jupiter by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 121,826 In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

[pervysenpaix]

@bookwormsenpai babe my mind has been heavy and I just wanted to piggyback off of your Rocker!Bakugo

18+|MDNI

Rocker!Bakugo who sends security to escort you to backstage to his dressing room— slamming you against the door as soon as you walk in and pulling you into a bruising kiss.

Rocker!Bakugo licks into your mouth, sucking on your tongue while his ring clad fingers travel up your his oversized band tee, thumbs tracing over your pebbling nipples through your lacy bra.

Rocker!Bakugo who groans when your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking his head back to get better access to his neck. Sucking dark hickeys over his pale skin— marking your territory for all the groupies that tried it.

Rocker!Bakugo would never admit it but he loves when you take charge. Pushing his chest hard until he lands on his ass, climbing on top of him and slotting your mouths back together.

Rocker!Bakugo kisses all over your chest. Suckling your nipples while you work on his belt and unzip his lengthy member— rock hard and leaking pre.

Rocker!Bakugo’s eyes cross when you pull your panties to the side and sink down on his cock in one go. Wet walls trembling around his dick.

Please play with Rocker!Bakugo’s nipples. Lick the pads of your thumbs and circle his puffy pink peaks while you grind against his cock. Not bouncing just pushing him deeper and deeper into your heat.

Rocker!Bakugo turns into a moaning mess when you pinch his pierced nipples and tug as you start to hop on his cock.

Rocker!Bakugo is definitely an ass man so he’d have one hand full of your doughy cheeks with the other rubbing tight circles over your clit.

Rocker!Bakugo would definitely degrade you — calling you a “stupid slutty Whore” but in the same breathe whine “feels so good mommy - gonna cum”.

Rocker!Bakugo curses your name when your pussy clenched on him like a Vice grip, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his cries cause it just feels so go that you’re milking his cock until his seed runs down your thighs.

Rocker!Bakugo flicks your forehead when you collapse against his chest giggling like an idiot but he joins with a deep chuckle.

Rocker!Bakugo draws circles on your lower back and whispers sweet nothings while the two of you bask in the afterglow.

[kpop-hive]

NSFW A-Z Analysis| J. Wooyoung

A = Aftercare 💋

He can be very lazy when it comes to aftercare, but it’s only because of how much energy he puts into the sex. You are always gonna be the one to do all of the aftercare, he just watches you do your thing. Now on more special nights like your birthday, anniversaries, or Valentines Day, he does all of the work just for his girl.

B = Body Part 🫀

He loves his chest because of how progressive it has become from working out. Not to mention how hot and bothered you get when he’s shirtless, as well as the marks and hickeys you leave on his chest as well. On you, it’s your ass, he loves how it looks, how it moves, and if you wear a tight dress, his hands are all on you for the night. Loves to dance with you just to see how your ass moves.

C = Cum 💦

Likes it messy, but also likes it clean, so you know what that means… creampies. He loves to do them with you and they are the perfect amount of messy and clean. Now if we’re talking completely messy, expect your body to be covered, but he only does it in places that he won’t have to clean like a hotel room.

D = Dirty Secret 🤫

He’s into exhibitionism and public sex. He knew it when you gave him a blowjob in the back seat of the car on the way to an award show before. As you, Wooyoung, and the rest of Ateez and their manager were in the van, you played it off coy by pretending to be asleep in the far back with Wooyoung while everyone else was in the front seats as you sucked on his dick and no one knew while he tried to keep his composure. Now, he wants to try different places to engage in sexual activity like in a restaurant bathroom, a private beach, he likes the thrill and risk of anyone seeing you.

E = Experience 🕊

He’s gotten around, but hasn’t gotten around. He’s had maybe 3 or 4 flings max, so he knows what he’s doing without making it seem like he’s a whore. *cough *cough Choi San *cough *cough.

F = Favorite Position 💃🏽

Ride him till the cows come home. Wooyoung loves it when you’re on top of him, so of course cowgirl and reverse cowgirl are his favorites. He loves how you and him can both control the pace when you want to, hands on either your hips or ass grinding you down on his cock, or leaning down on his chest as he pounds up in to you. The possibilities are endless.

G = Goofy 😂

He does enjoy a good laughter from time to time. Wooyoung is a jokester and makes sure of that. Anytime you do something funny, be prepared to hear it for good few hours. One of the funniest moments for him was when he was railing you so hard, you both fell off the bed, as soon as it happened he couldn’t stop laughing, ruining the moment, but at least he ended up pleasing you all night for the trouble.

H = Hair 🪒

Wooyoung can be sloppy sometimes when it comes down to mowing the lawn, it doesn’t really hit him until you mention it to him. It takes you awhile though, but it’s only because you don’t want to hurt his feelings, but for you, he’ll always listen. He sometimes takes advice from his members on how to have a stable schedule when grooming and you can tell he’s improving.

I = Intimacy 💍

Wooyoung is pretty intimate. He loves how much he loves you, and how much you love him. The intimacy is very high and he never forgets to show how much he loves you.

J = Jack Off 🍆

He can’t keep his hands away from his dick. Especially during tour days. He literally has a little care package for his jack off days, and it’s hilarious. Like he keeps all the essentials, lotion, napkins, polaroids of you, he has it all.

K = Kinks 🌟

Hair Pulling, Marking, and Choking are his ultimate favorites. Tug on his hair and he’s yours, if he tugs on your hair, you know he’s serious for the night. He finds hair pulling so hot, and it’s nice to know that he can have it on both the giving and receiving ends. Marking is another giving and receiving kink that he loves. Wooyoung is shameless about his sex life and will always love the questions both of you get from his members about scratches on his back, hickeys on your neck and thighs, and questionable bruises he loves all of it. Lastly, he’s into choking your pretty little neck. The way his hand wraps around it as well as your eyes rolling back and the clenching on his dick is enough to make him release inside you. If you choke him, he’s the same way, especially because it showcases your rough side.

L = Location ✈️

Anywhere with some limits. He doesn’t mind fucking you at most places, but he has his limits, any overly crowded area like the park or beach in the day is a no. He knows you don’t mind public sex, but at the end of the day he doesn’t want you two to get arrested.

M = Motivation 🏆

Wearing sexy clothes in public. If you have on a nice outfit and took the extra time to enhance your beauty even more, expect to be in his or your bed with Wooyoung before or after your errands. He can’t help it, his mind just races at the thought of you wearing a hot outfit, glamorous makeup, and hair all pretty as he messes it up with the art of sex.

N = NO 🥀

Nothing that involves you getting abused. Don’t get me wrong he likes it rough, but he will never slap you, push you, pull you, spit on you, unless it’s your pussy, but anything that involves a little abuse is no for him.

O = Oral 🦋

He’s so needy during giving and receiving, it’s like he lives for oral. When he’s giving, he loves it messy, he loves how much you whine and whimper for him when he does it. His plump lips were made for oral, and he does a damn good job, tug on his hair, and he will love you forever. On the receiving, he loves to beg. The way you wrap your lips around him is enough to have him gasping, and don’t mention a 69, because this man will throw you on top of him before you can say anything else.

P = Pace 🏃

Teasingly rough. He takes you to pound town when he needs to, but also enjoys a good slow and hard fucking when he can. Wants you to feel all of him and his pace is great for that.

Q = Quickie ✨

Is in love with the idea of quickies, enjoys how risky they can be, and how they are of a challenge to make the both of you cum fast before people begin to notice that the two of you have been gone for so long.

R = Risk 🔥

He loves public sex, he loves taking the risk of being caught, he loves his kinky ways and doesn’t mind if he has a few bruises, hickeys, or scratches from you, he lives for the risk, and sometimes, it can be hard for you to keep up with him.

S = Stamina ⏳

Wooyoung can last, don’t try him at all. One time at the beginning of your relationship he bet you that he could go multiple rounds without giving up, and of course you’ll never do that bet again. Not only did you lose $100, you also had a sore body, raspy voice, and the annoying teasing of Wooyoung all week about how you lack stamina. On an average day expect 3 rounds, but on tempting nights, be prepared to go all night with him.

T = Toys 🧸

At first, he hated toys, until he realized how much fun they were in the bedroom. When he uses toys, he knows that it’s gonna be a long night, and he’s fine with that, as long as he gets to see your face contort in pleasure, he knows that’s all he needs, plus toys are perfect for his teasing antics.

U = Unfair ⚡️

He’s one of the tease kings of Ateez! Have you seen him dance? Have you seen the exposed skin he has when he wears his outfits? That’s all apart of his game. He knows he’s sexy, and uses that to his advantage. When he teases, he makes sure that he’s the predator and you’re his prey.

V = Volume 😫

Loud, loud, and loud. Wooyoung’s moans and whines are loud, and to think that he is good at keeping quiet during public sex? You would think that you weren’t fucking the same person.

W = Wild Card 👻

“Wooyoungie please, someone’s gonna see us.” You whined. “And if they do, I don’t care, at least they’ll see how to fuck a pretty girl right.” He replied before pushing into you. Your eyes rolled back as soon as his cock went into you from behind. Your hands tightly gripped the railing as he pounded into you, barely giving you time to adjust. His thrusts were so good you forgot that you two were on the balcony in the rain at night. The water mixed with the pleasure had your core clenching down on Wooyoung. As you saw lights from below your first instinct was to hide, but as you made a particularly loud moan the lights flicked up to you two where Wooyoung quickly hid your body with a towel, once the lights were gone, Wooyoung removed the towel his pace never stopping, you were in for a long night.

X = X-Ray 💀

I keep see Wooyoung having a very thick dick, like his length is pretty average, but that girth? Wow. He’s thick to where you’re always gonna feel him sheathed inside of you, it’s thick to were you are so hesitant to cockwarming, and he’s proud of it too.

Y = Yearning 🍃

This boy loves you and all you have to offer. Anytime you’re away, he has to reach out to you, he always stays on your good side because he loves you so much and if that love gets to the bedroom it’s a wrap for the both of you.

Z = ZZZ 💤

He loves to play coy that he doesn’t pass out, and it’s hilarious! He always promises you that he’s gonna stay up with you, and he just ends up passing out within 15 minutes then in the morning he’s so forgetful that he passed out, your dating a character.

[supercap2319]

"Y/N, we had one spoke agreement to our legally binding friendship. When you moved to Metropolis from New York, you were supposed to not fall for my Metropolis best friend. He has something going on with my cousin." Y/N heard Chloe's voice from the other side of the phone as Y/N rolled his eyes. His blonde BFF was a total spitfire, and Y/N made a promise to her that he would not fall for her hunky former farm boy best friend.

"Well, does your cousin have rocks for brains? No offense, Chloe, but Lois has that tall drink of hot cocoa with whipped cream and the Metropolis Marvel wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers. It's not fair. She can't have both. Now, if tight spandex suits are what she's into, fine, but I want to ride that farm boy's tractor till the cows come home."

Even though he couldn't see her face, he knew Chloe was making a face. "Ugh, God! Y/N, that's disgusting! I can't believe you said that about my best friend."

"I'm sorry, Chloe, but it's true. And if your cousin doesn't make a move soon, or chose who she wants to be with, I'll do it for her. Because Clark Kent is the nicest guy ever and if Lois doesn't want him, I'll gladly take him off her hands." Y/N said.

Chloe sighed. "Fine. Just don't say I didn't warn you when Lois becomes territorial."

"I think I can handle the... as the bullpen calls her... 'The bitch on heels.'"

"Fine. Happy hunting."

"Thanks, Chloe. Bye!"

Chloe hangs up and sighs once again as a sudden gust blows through her apartment as a voice talks behind her. "What did Y/N say about me? Does he like me?" The blonde woman gasped and turned to see her smiling best friend, Clark Kent.

She put a hand over her rapidly beating heart. "Jesus, Clark. You scared the hell out of me. And were you listening in on my conversation?"

Clark blushed. "No...?"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

[hotwings0203]

Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”