#you ask and you shall recive

[thedarkartist13]

I have a secret mission to hug every Shaodw Milk cookie out there, so... may I hug your Shadow Milk cookie? QwQ

of course you can!

but you will be stuck like this for a while...

[occudo]

More sticker designs from my RedBubble ✨ Which character should I add next?

[the-fandom-phantom]

Wildest whackiest dream you’ve had or heard of someone having

okay nsfw warning but this is funny as shit...

so in my high school and the other high school in our city, there was this video going around of a guy... putting his mouth on a horse. if you know what i mean... i never saw the video but its existence was common knowlege

so yeah, long story short, one night i had a dream that aliens captured and lined up me and my entire swim team, including our coach, and forced us to suck off horses because they thought it was a human like custom or tradition or something

i dont know what to tell you man that shit was weird as fuck and mildly traumatizing but also hilarious in hindsight 😭

[bumblepony]

I'm requesting some Joel and Tommy please and this picture is your prompt, do with it what you will!

Ask, and you shall receive my good lady @hypnotisedfireflies. Story under the cut and also cross-posted at AO3.

All Clear

Tommy looks at Joel out of his peripheral and tries not to think about how easy it would be to kill him with the fallen tree branch that's sitting beside him.

"Ya know it ain't polite to eat with your mouth open, right?" Tommy grouses, and Joel looks up at him, confused.

"What the fuck are ya talkin' about? I ain't got my mouth open." Joel looks down at his sandwich and then at Tommy sitting in his camp chair.

"It's fine, whatever." Tommy waves him off. They have been on patrol alone for three days now, and usually, around day three, Tommy starts to think about the numerous ways he can kill his big brother for all the annoying things he does when no one else is around. It's fine. They only have one more day of patrol left, then they'll be back home in their perspective houses, and Tommy won’t have to think about how annoying the sound of Joel’s teeth is when he crunches down on lettuce. 

—

If Joel has to hear fucking Farmer in the Dell one more time, he's gonna throw his brother out of the upstairs window of this damn lookout. Joel moves around the campsite, picking up their stuff, trying not to think about the best way to pick his brother up without putting his back out.

Their mama had taught Tommy the song when he was three, and she had been trying to potty train him. He kept getting distracted, and it seemed to be the only way to keep him on task. Unfortunately for Joel, it meant for the next 48 years of his life, he had to listen to it every time his baby brother needed to take a leak, and Joel happened to be nearby.

"Do ya have to do that every fuckin’ time, Tommy?" Joel complains as soon as Tommy returns to the campsite, still doing up the buckle on his jeans.

"Do what?" Tommy asks, his brow furrowed.

"You know fuckin’ what," Joel says, moving the metal sheet that covers the entrance to the lookout back into place with much more force than necessary.

"No, I fucking don't know what," Tommy says, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, nevermind. It's just been a long patrol, and I'm gettin' grouchy." Joel says, picking up his pack and throwing it over his shoulder.

"You’re right about that," Tommy mumbles under his breath as he grabs his pack and shrugs it on.

"What was that, Tomás Isaac Miller?" Joel says, his tone sharp as he swings up onto his horse with a grunt.

"Nothin' Joel José Miller. Ain't nothin', let's go," Tommy says sarcastically as he climbs onto his horse.

---

"What the hell are you playing?" Ellie says as she stumbles out onto the porch, plate of eggs and bacon in hand, and slumps onto the chair next to his. The girl is all uncoordinated legs and arms these days, he has no idea how she manages to get through each day without knocking herself out or breaking a limb, but he just sucks his teeth and lets it go.

"Hope ya don't plan to eat that with your hands?" He asks, continuing to work out the fingering for the song he'd been working on.

"No, of course not," Ellie says, her tone snotty as she reaches into her sweatshirt pocket and pulls out a fork that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in days.

"Girl, when was the last time you washed that fork, and why the hell is it in your pocket?" Joel questions, his tone frustrated. Ellie gives him an eggy grin as she shovels eggs into her mouth.

"Everyone needs a pocket fork, Joel. Never know when you're gonna need it." Joel tsks as she continues to eat with her dirty fork and goes back to working on the song. "So what is this song anyways?" She asks him again, a piece of bacon dangling from her fingers.

"It's fuckin' Farmer in the Dell is what it is." Ellie and Joel both look up as Tommy clomps through the back door, plate in hand, and frown on his face as he speaks. "You just fuckin' had to, didn't ya, Joel."

Joel's lips twitch just a little before his face smooths out, and he says, "I have no earthly idea what you're talking about, Tommy. I'm just learin' a new song for the kids on family night, is all."

"Oh, is that right?" Tommys says, leaning against the porch railing and crossing his legs at the ankle.

"Yup, don't have anything to do with an annoying pest of a brother always needin' to hum it every time he takes a fuckin' piss," Joel says, his eyes on the strings as he plucks the strings.

"I fuckin' knew it, I just fuckin' knew it. If it bothers you that fuckin’ much, all ya have to do is move further away. Ain't my fault you always gotta be that damn close." Tommy throws his hand up in frustration.

"Ain't my fault you always gotta take a leak so close to the damn lookout," Joel grumbles. Ellie looks between the two of them, a confused look on her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you two." She says, and Tommy waves her off.

"It's nothin' just old people shit. Ya see, Ellie, when ya spend enough time with a person, don't matter if they’re blood or not, everythin’ they do starts to piss ya off. Like a certain someone and their inability to eat with their damn mouth shut." Tommy complains, giving Joel a sharp glare.

"You noticed that too. I thought it was just me," Ellie says to Tommy.

"I have no idea what you two id-yits are talkin' about. I do not eat with my mouth open, and Tommy, please tell me you are not gonna try to eat those eggs with your hands, are ya? I just had to yell at her about that," Joel says, jutting his chin out at Ellie.

"Course not, Joel. I weren't raised in no barn," Tommy says as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a fork. Ellie's eyes light up, and she crows.

"Pocket fork! Wicked!" Joel rolls his eyes and puts the guitar down next to the chair.

"That's right, girl, I never go anywhere without my trusty pocket fork," Tommy says, smirking.

"You two are fuckin' id-yits," Joel says, hiding his smile as he gets up from his chair and makes his way into the house. Just before he does, though, he sees his daughter and his stupid ass brother tink their forks together and say, "Pocket Forks!"

Fucking idiots.

[ren-kat]

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[sabr1nath3w1tch]

Bite and Spit.

Grab my heart and bite it, see what lies inside. But when you tear it open your met with maggots and flies. The flies have no wings for their hopes and dreams are gone. Why need to fly when your dreams have already been pawned. The maggot slide down your throat, attaching to your insides. for now you have your own parasite, waiting to eat your heart. Maybe now you'll know how I feel, how it feels to be torn. How it feels to no longer be in the skin you once worn.

[vioslewdvisions]

Thoughts on milfs?

@ask-liam-and-co

[mikobeautifulheart]

hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

[gyldencikade]

I wanna see how you drae hannah bc she is literally the most precious person in Hatchetfield and must be protected at all costs

You ask and you shall recive!

Just a quick doodle! :3

This may or may not be my first time drawing Hannah

[munsonsmixtapes]

https://www.tumblr.com/munsonsmixtapes/747871761169793024/does-anyone-have-any-steve-or-eddie-requests

U ASK AND U SHALL RECIVE🫡

Eddie and reader layin in bed, reader half asleep, laying on Eddie’s chest with her leg on his waist(yk like the cute little thing where he’s holding her thigh on him?)

And he’s reading the lord of the rings, and starts muttering aloud, and the reader goes “just read it out loud”

And he’s just 😀 “huh”

then reader goes “you’re already practically saying it out loud, just read it to me”

Eddie swears he couldn’t fall more in love, like he thinks you’re already perfect but your Laying on him, In His bed, In his home, asking him to read you his favourite book?!

He’s going to get a ring tomorrow!

Or just give you one of his and slip it on your ring finger while reading or explaing the plot up to that point🤭

Thanks so much for your request!

Eddie x fem!reader

word count: 1k

There were many things you loved about Eddie. You loved his sense of humor even though no one else seemed to get his jokes. You loved how smart he was and how he always seemed to have interesting facts on hand. You loved how passionate he was about the things he loved and that he had countless books about it all. But the thing that you loved most about Eddie was the fact that he always seemed to read everything aloud.

Whether it was something he had gotten in the mail or a message he had gotten on his beeper, it didn’t matter. It seemed to annoy everyone else, but it was something that you had grown to really like about him. You wanted to hear his voice any chance you got, even if the words directed towards you. Especially when you were falling asleep and he was reading one of his books. It had become your favorite lullaby.

Lately, though, you had noticed that he had been doing it less and less. He would no longer whisper along with the subtitles on the TV or mumble the words that were written in his books. Everything was quiet, his voice no longer filling the house you shared. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed it until he stopped.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed on a lazy Sunday. You were snuggled up into his side with your leg draped across his waist exactly where he liked it. One hand was resting your bare thigh while the other was holding his very beat up copy of Lord of the Rings.

You rested your chin on his chest, admiring the way he has his hair tied back and the glasses he always wore to read. He hadn’t even noticed you looking at him, his lips moving as his eyes scanned over the words in his book. He had read it so many times that you were convinced that he could have quoted the entire thing word for word.

His eyes finally locked onto yours and he set his book down, now favoring you. His now free hand rested on your back, leisurely rubbing it, something he always did to show his love for you without having to say the words.

“What?” He asked, looking down at you, his brown doe eyes boring into yours.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I just love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, a smile kicking up at the corners of his mouth. “Now are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind?”

Sometimes you hated that he was always able to read you like a book. How he could somehow read your thoughts, knowing exactly what was going on inside your brain before you did. Perhaps that was why you worked so well together. He always knew what you wanted or needed and was prepared to give it to you.

“It’s just-” you cut yourself off, trying to get your thoughts together.

“Hm?” His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poked through his lips, a telltale sign that he was deep I thought.

“You’re not reading aloud anymore.” A pout made its way onto your face, your lip jutting out. God, you were just so cute.

“I’m not what?” You had said the words so softly that he hadn’t heard the last part. He wanted to know what you were so upset about so he could fix it. He hated seeing you so upset.

“You’re not reading out loud anymore.” You were now straddling his waist, his hands moving to rest on your thighs.

“You’re right,” he nodded. He didn’t think you had even noticed let alone missed him doing it now that he had stopped.

“Why not?” You let out a little whine, your hands resting on his chest. It warmed his heart that you liked hearing his voice so much.

“Well-I guess I just figured that it annoyed you.” He chewed on his bottom lip-something he always did when he got nervous. You were quick to pull it from under his teeth. Your hand rested on his cheek, rubbing along the skin with the pad of your thumb.

“Why would I think that?” You eyebrows furrowed. “I love it.”

“You do?” His hand moved up to rest on top of yours.

“Of course!” You let out a laugh, wondering why he had been so confused that you had enjoyed hearing him reading. “I love hearing your voice.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I was just letting the guys stupid comments get to me. They hate when I do that so I just assumed you did too.” His band mates had complained so many times about him reading their song lyrics aloud and after hearing the complaints so many times, he had just jumped to the conclusion that you had hated his little quirk as well. He supposed he should have asked, but it made him feel too vulnerable despite how long the two of you had been together.

“Well, you were wrong. So you can do it around me as much as you like. In fact, I require it.” At that, Eddie was quick to take you into his arms, peppering your face in kisses as you let out little giggles. He then finally captured your lips between his in a lingering kiss.

“Now read to me, Eds.”

You curled yourself up into his side and he was quick to pick the book up, turning it to the first page so he could start from the beginning. He held the book to where you could see it as well and cleared his throat before he read the first page. One page turned into two and before the two of your knew it, he had flown through the first book and had moved into the next.

You could have stayed right there for the rest of your life and been content. It was just you and your man and his huge stack of books that had been practically begging to be read. You thought Eddie really was meant to read aloud. He put on a different voice for each character and used his hands as he spoke, really enveloping you in every single story he read.

You fell asleep after a few hours, but that didn’t stop Eddie. He continued to read, knowing that if he had stopped, you would have had something to say about it, somehow noticing from your deep sleep. He couldn’t believe that he had actually thought you had hated hearing him read. And that you had loved it so much that you had noticed when he stopped.

He looked down as he started the third book, looking down at you with so much love. He had really lucked out with you. No one had loved him so much that they were content listening to him read when they could have done anything else. At that moment, he just knew that he wanted to marry you and was going to have to take time to go buy a ring.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 7

Previous chapter here

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

CW for this chapter- SMUT, MINORS DNI this chapter is basically all smut, unprotected sex, p in v, size kink, praise kink (if you squint), aftercare, fluff, confession of feelings, deep pen., 18+ action, words, and themes. Fingering (fem reciv.), over stimulation, literally breathing the bed.

Kicking the door open to your shared chambers sandor carrying you to the bed placing you down. 

“I-im fine sandor really I'm alright.” you say 

“Was she trying to fucking kill you?” he huffs. 

“Shall i fetch the maester now milord?” joss asks. 

“No joss i'm alright.” you say he nods. 

“Away with you!” Sandor barks out at him. 

“Thank you joss you've been helpful.” you say and get up going over to your desk and grabbing a small pouch of coins handing it to him. 

“Th-thank you, milady but I cannot-” he begins. 

“Take it. Get a hot meal from the kitchen and rest earlier tell them I sent you.” you say. You bow before thanking you again and leaving closing the doors behind him. 

You turn back to Sandor who stands by the bed. 

“I'm alright. You have to stop looking at me like I've got a gash through my stomach.” you say and pull off what's left of the cut dress. It easily falls loose into a pile of fabric on the floor. You sigh in relief as you pull out your hair from its updo, happy to have it back down resting on your shoulders yet still keeping half of it up. 

“What's that? Another deadly gift for the queen?” he asks dreadfully, seeing the black and yellow dress still hanging on the outside of the wardrobe. 

“No. It's nothing…” you say shaking your head combing your fingers through your hair. He looks at you knowing it's nothing. You sigh and look down at the dress then turn to face him. 

“I was going to wear it tonight…I had put an order into the seamstress two days ago for the festival. I-it was supposed to be a surprise. Your house colors.” you say looking down. It's quiet as you look down at your feet. Also have taken off your shoes. 

“Put it on,” he says. You look up at him surprised he would respond. 

“Wh-what?” you ask. He nods and repeats his statement again. 

“Put it on. I'll help you.” he adds. You nod and walk to it, taking the dress off the hook and laying it on the bed. He walks to the other side where you stand. You pull off your underclothes now nude once again in front of your husband but he's more focused on wanting to see you in the dress than anything. 

You step into the dress, pulling up the sleeves. You feel his hands on your waist as he trails them to your back and ties up the back tightening it just enough to fit perfectly. You take a breath before turning around to face him. His eyes look down to you moving up and down your body at your perfect form in the dress. Never having been more turned on from a woman putting on clothes.

“Wait.” he says you frown looking up at him when his eyes meet your face. He reaches up his hand and moves behind your head pulling the last pin from your hair letting it all fall down your shoulders tucking a strand behind your ear. 

“there…I like your hair down better. You look beautiful.” he says. Pulling his hand away. 

“There's one more thing I wanted.” you say. 

“What?” he asks wanting nothing more than to please you in this moment. 

“You can so no…but. I wanted to dance with you. At least once but I'm afraid I've lost that chance.” you speak. 

“Mm.” he says, taking your hand leading you to the empty middle of the room as he pulls you into him, his hand resting on your lower back, your hand on his shoulder. 

You begin to sway despite the lack of music. The sounds of the crackling fire, and the light clinking of his metal armor such comforting sounds as you move through the space. Moving around as he dances with you, his eyes never taken off of yours, your heart skips a beat everytime his hand is placed back onto your waist. He pulls away for just a second to twirl you.

“Sandor.” you speak, you meet him back in the center. He holds you still looking down to you waiting for you to finish as you look into his brown eyes.

“I love you.” you say. It's quiet almost making you regret confessing but his lips against your treasures everything back into you. Your arms wrap around his neck. He pulls you up off the grown spinning around once. You know he wouldn't be able to say it back but just tell him to give you a lift. 

He places you back down on the ground and you take his hand reaching one hand to your back pulling the string out of the bow he he tied loosening the dress all while walking backwards twords the bed. 

He stops you before the dress loosens enough to fall from your body. Taking your hand in his he pulls it up the strap of his armor set. You give him a smile as you unclip them letting his armor down. You pull off the pieces, shoulders, chest, you take off his dagger and sword belt. He removes his boots to be equally as bare footed as you now leaving him in his pants and shirt. 

He takes one last look at you in the dress before pulling you to him reaching behind you to loosen the ties enough for it to slip off you once again leaving you naked. 

Wasting no time your lips are on each other's hands searching your body. You pull off his clothing and hastily help him remove his pants so he's just as nude as you. 

He picks you up with your legs wrapping around his waist as he lays you down on your back still kissing your lips. You push on his chest pushing him away about to protest. You flip him over so he's on his back and you climb on top of him, your cunt already slick with arousal as your folds brush against his hardened cock. 

He lets out a grunt at your eagerness, you having been so submissive the first time now being more confident. His hands searched up your waist to your breasts giving them a squeeze, his thumbs brushing over your budded nipples. He sits up kissing your jaw and neck for once your height is now level. Your hand presses against his chest unknowingly pressing against the scar he first told you not to touch. 

You look down as he lets out a pained grunt. 

“I'm sorry.” you say. He shakes his head looking at you moving his hand from your breast to your cheek, warmth spreading all over your body as he presses his lips against yours once more. He takes your wrist in his other hand and keeps your hands over the scar before you can pull away. 

On your own terms you move your other hand down his sheet reaching his cock grasping it he groans at the feeling of your touch against him. You raise up a bit, lining it up with yourself. You moved him, the tip sliding up and down your wet folds as you tried to stay steady, your other hand holding onto his shoulder as you centered him to you. Sinking down onto you, you watched as he disappeared into you. 

A moan leaving your lips as he stretches you back open for the second time. He groans deeply burying his face in the crook of your neck, the texture of his scar tickling your neck, a welcomed sensation.  and moved him inside. The pure pleasure you both felt against each other. Sinking down further you engulfs him fully, now having barely adjusted to his size he fills you so well. You place your hand on your stomach feeling the bulge he leaves. 

You move your hips letting out a squeaky moan as he feels so amazing in this position. He kisses your neck finding the sweet spot to make you weaken into him back into the submission state you were housed in the first time you two bedded. 

“F-fuck s-sandor..you feel so good.” you let out a stuttered voice. 

He lays back onto the plushness of the mattress. His hand gripping your hips he views the fading bruises left on your skin only wanting to make more, to mark you up as his. Pure lust blows in his eyes. You look better than the banquet spread early. 

His thrusts up into you getting a moaning yelp from your mouth. 

“Say it again,” he says roughly. 

“Sandor..” you paint already needing to cum just from him entering you and grinding a bit. 

He thrusts up into you again, pleasure surging through you. 

“I won't ask again, little fox.” he says. 

“Ngh..s-so good.” you speak. Prompting him to fuck up into you again this time not stopping. Your nails dig into his chest as he fucks you your hair falling over your face. Two more thrusts and he has you early cumming. 

Your walls spasm around his cock clenching down. Only making him chuckle as you've given out so quickly wanting to last long to please him. But just your presence pleases him. 

You flip you both over, cock still buried inside of you. He pulls your thigh up against his hip resting the rook of your knee on the bone as he thrusts into you. His moans and grunts mixed with your noises fill the room once again. His face hiding in the crook of your neck wanting to be closer to you than he already is. 

“I love you..fuck I love you.” you hear him mumble. If it weren't for the fact that his mouth is close to your ear you wouldn't have heard it. But youre so glad you did. The sound of those three little words go straight to your core as you squeeze down around him causing your tight cunt to suck him in further somehow when he's already balls deep. 

Just like before he pulls your leg higher on his body pushing intro to hitting right up against your special spot one hand now placed behind your head gripping the headboard the other now between your legs thumbing at your clit. The sensation of movement added causes your back to arch in pure pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side, your hands once all over his body fall to the sides of your head gripping the pillow and sheets. Your moans muffled as you bring your hand to your lips biting the back of it. The sound of wod cracking hits your ears before sandor covers you from the splinters of wood from the now broken headboard he broke. 

None of it matters with how much and how good hes fucking you. His thumb is still toying with your clit overstimulating you making you cum for a second time. your hands feel numb and your legs begin to shake. The way you're squeezing him sends him over the edge finally as he roughly thrusts down into you surly bruising your cervix as he cums into you filling you so much you can feel it. 

Your moans are muffled as his lips meet yours and a passionate kiss. The lingering touches and caresses. Before he pulls out away from you. Without having to ask he moves off you pulling you into him letting you know he will not be leaving for the night. 

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Nothing could be more perfect than the way you wake up. Sandor sleeps with his head against your chest listening to your heart beat. Your arms around him cradling his head into you his arms strong arms engulfing your waist and ass as your leg is draped over your chest. 

You look around the room not seeing your ladies in waiting who are usually annoyingly roaming around the room. You look at the door seeing that it's latched. Most likely Sandor who got up after you fell asleep and locked it to make sure they stayed out. 

You feel his hand move up your back before he speaks. 

“Stop moving.” he says, his eyes still closed. 

You didn't realize looking around the room was causing a lot of movement. 

“Good morning.” you say kissing his forehead and face. 

“Mm” he grumbles his morning voice somehow deeper than usual. 

He shifts from the position he's in reluctantly but only to move over you and press his lips against yours in a morning kiss. Pulling away he looks at you seemingly glowing to his vision. You get a look at his beautiful brown eyes before he pulls away from you sitting on the edge of the bed you crawl over to him wrapping around him his warmth paced back onto you in the cold room. Even though you're wearing his shirt which he’d put on you during the night.

“Don't go.” you say kissing his scared shoulder blade, a sword scar from a mishap during training. He places his hand on your arm that's around his neck looking down and kissing it before trying to pry you off him. 

“Nooo.” you whine he chuckles, shaking his head and finally succeeds in taking you off. He stands walking over to his scattered clothes before picking them up and beginning to dress. 

“Please sandor.” you whine. Moving to get out of bed but once you stand your legs immediately turn to water, as if you're a baby deer learning to stand for the first time. He hears a soft thud as you hit the ground with a little shriek. 

He turns to you seeing you grabbing the bed pulling yourself up chuckling to himself. 

“Didn't mean to disable you little fox,” he says. 

“That's alright, I don't need to walk today anyway.” you say brushing it off before standing again your legs stronger this time regaining strength. 

“Go back to bed,”  he says, gathering his armor pieces, setting them on the table by the burnt out fireplace. You watch him as he does this. You sit on the bed, legs crossed, his shirt more like a dress on your body. He Looks around for a shirt as if you’re not wearing it. A smile forms on your face as you watch your shirtless lover. 

He takes notice of you sitting and smiling at him. 

“What are you smiling about?” He huffs and notices you have his shirt. 

You shake your head, continuing to smile at him.

“nothing.” You answer. 

“You find my struggle amusing?” He says walking to you making you giggle and scoot back on the bed. He crawls over to you and you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him to you as he kisses your face and neck. 

“I’m gonna need this back now.” He says gruffly. 

“Mmhm.” You answer by pulling him close to you. 

His hands move, hiking up the shirt to your waist. Before you pull him close enough to kiss him. He happily returns it. As his large hand rests under your breast giving it a squeeze causing a gasp put out you breaking the kiss allowing him to pull the shirt up and off of you leaving you naked to his view. 

He gets up and off you walking over to the rest of his armor pieces as he places the shirt on himself, seeming morphing to fit him perfectly. 

You whine now wanting him. He puts on the armor you once took off. 

“Come on little fox don’t act like that.” He says clipping the last of his armor on. 

“What am I doing while you're gone? Relieve myself on the pillows?” You huff. 

“Such crude words.” He grunts. 

“Bad luck to leave your wife wanting and nude. Many things could happen: she could invite a man over clouded by her judgme-“ you're cut off with his hand around your neck pulling you to him a giggle leaving your lips. 

About to speak he decides not to and leaves you with a deep kiss. You shift standing on your knees, his hand tracking down your waist one to the front farther down, swiping your folds, his thick digit entering you, making you gasp out gripping onto his armored shoulders as you moan out of the kiss. 

He pushes in a second thick finger thrusting them in and out of you, his thumb firmly pressed against your clit. His other hand firmly grips your hip keeping you in place. His eyes never leave yours.

“Ngh…s-sandor.” You moan you only promoting him to grab your ass making you moan out as his fingers sink deeper fucking you over and over pressing against the spongy spot against you. Your walls clench around his digits, knees giving out as you cum. You grab onto him wherever you can as he rides out your high.

Pulling his hand away from you You pant at the residual over stimulation. 

“You speak like that again you won’t be able to walk the castle halls for the next day and half.” He says leaning down pulls the sheets over you and around you. giving you one last kiss he turns and walks out making sure not to wipe you off his hand wearing you like a prize for the day. Your hand maidens who were waiting outside rush in making you sigh. 

they stop in thier tracks looking around the room at the scattered garments from you, the broken bed and you wrapped in the bed sheet, hair messed.

Chapter 8 here

[naskaolgia]

10 H Kenny

ask and you shall recive CW: BLOOD!!

[lilly-jevil]

yk...... heh...... it wouldn't be bad if you did caviar. heheh.

Ask and shall recive (maybe)

[loa-lightt]

ik all of this is real. i know that the law is real but what stops me is what if i never successfully change self...like i really dont know what being fulfilled is supposed to feel like or if i'll ever successfully feel that. i've been stuck in this loop for so long now.

i just realized that i'm always so stuck up on analyzing whether i'm fulfilled enough or not, did i accept or not. basically i'm never trusting if i'm doing it correctly or not.

like constantly doubting if i'll ever be able to change self correctly because that's all i need to do. ik doubts dont matter but this is what always puts me in a cycle of coming back to square one and not making any progress. How can i move past this?

Also, I love your blog

Hi sweetheart. I know what this feels like, I know its exhausting and draining and you just want it all to stop. I know you are so so worried about if your beliefs will materialize. I get it. But worrying is your problem. You say you know the law, but you don't trust that it will work. That is not knowing.

Fulfillment is not some unnitainable magical feeling, fulfillment is beleving you have. It is feeling that you have. You dont know what fulfillment feels like because you have never allowed yourself to feel what you desire. The world is simply feeling clothed in symbolic form, your world is not responding how you would like because you are not feeling how you would like. They go hand in hand. Feel after only what you want to express in your world, act and think and behave as if it were already so. If you had already made a change in yourself that you desired, you would not desire it any longer, because you would already be embodying it. Feel as if there are no limitations. Surrender to the pleasentry of your imagination. All you are asked to do is belive you have it.

"And all things, whatsoever you shall ask for in prayer, believing, you shall recive." -Matthew 21:22

[cinnamon-stixs]

@cinnamon-stixs, you asked and you shall recive!

Kinger fainted :(

YAS QUEEN SUHLAYYYYYYYYY

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Charlie Walker - Sinner in the store

warning : heavy smutish, no sex, use of Y/n, minors don't read, kissing, some biting, handjob male reciving and a sexy nun outfit

Summary : It's Halloween and this special night is nothing without the right costume and some excitment mixed with the fantasies of Charlie of his girlfriend in an unholly outfit.

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Halloween was coming up and the group of friends at Woodsbooro High had planned something special besides the usual movie marathon. Something special that would surpass the annual Stabathon for all of them. A horror show with its own scary cabinet of the extra class put together to give the younger ones who were also taking part a huge scare.

They had specially converted the farm with all the rental mannequins, spider webs, axes and lots of fake blood. Everything was perfectly prepared and everyone was mighty proud of themselves, rewarding themselves with a beer before the troupe set off in the direction of the city centre.

Not always paying attention to the road due to the fun and alcohol. But it didn't matter, the evening had already begun and the pumpkins were already glowing everywhere. The only thing missing for them were the good old bad Halloween costumes.

Of course the extra sexualised version, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun. ,,So who wants to be the slut cat?" asked Kirby and held up a tight leather outfit with matching collar and small golden bell.

A comment came from Robbie but when Kirby held the outfit out to him he quickly fled to find his own outfit. ,,Y/n what about you?" the blonde asked and held the outfit out to the girl of the same age, the other eyeing the fabric carefully. ,,No thanks...I had something more along the lines of chastisement in mind" she replied and gave Charlie a meaningful look who was standing next to her.

The brown-haired man seemed to have already fixed his bright eyes on something other than the cat outfit. Kirby seemed to understand and shrugged her shoulders before grabbing Jill and disappearing into the rows with her.

Y/n also grabbed Charlie's hand tighter before pulling him behind her. She saw his blue eyes flit from one outfit to the other, embarrassed yet taken. The slight blush on his cheeks made her smile. Just cute she thought before arriving with Charlie in front of the wall of partner costumes.

She let go of his hand and began to look through the costumes, one dirtier and more erotic than the other. Whether it was the princess and her knight, the queen and the king, the cowboy and the barmaid.

Or simply the policeman and the criminal. Costumes they had all seen before, they wanted something at least half new. ,,Sweetie say the policeman or the teacher?" she asked, holding up the two costumes.

Expecting an answer, a line or a joke, maybe just a look, instead he had taken a few steps away from her. He seemed to be looking through the racks and his eyes were fixed on one outfit.

He seemed to have forgotten everything around him and when she saw his fingers tangled in his shirt she knew that a visit to this shop was an excellent idea. Hanging the outfits back, she quietly walked over to hers, stood behind him and slowly let her hands wander over his body. Feeling her pull him out of his thoughts he flinched and looked over his shoulder.

As her fingers moved from his neck over his torso to his hands. ,,What? Are you all right?" he murmured, confused and curious, as if he had missed an important conversation, but at the same time trying to hide the fact that he was perhaps pulling his shirt over his middle a little too revealingly. ,,How outrageous in public," she whispered to him and giggled as he lowered his gaze to the floor.

He knew she had, had seen him when he had used his fantasy to imagine her in one of the outfits. Following his gaze before he looked down, she smirked audibly.

She let go of him and grabbed the outfit he seemed to want to see on her. ,,Shall I put it on?" she asked, seeing the brief nod before she walked towards the relatively large changing room. She could hear him following her, nervous about what was to come.

But when she pulled the curtain closed and heard a puzzled noise from him, she said hastily, ,,Don't worry, your heart will be ready in a minute," before just putting the costume on. She would buy it anyway so she might as well put it on now. Getting out of her jeans and t-shirt, she briefly looked at her body in the mirror.

Seeing the bright blue eye peeking through the slit, she took a small look at her naked body before he hastily jerked away from the slit as she winked at him. ,,I see you Charlie" she murmured and continued to pull on the costume which clung perfectly to her body, revealing every contour, curve and nuance.

Not to mention the low cut on her bust and the top that only just peaked over her backside. ,,Come in, my sinner," she announced and saw the curtain open as Charlie stood in front of her. He was almost pressing himself against her because of the limited space. But Charlie didn't seem to mind when he saw her in the nun's outfit.

The dark veil on her hair, the short tight dress with the white corset which only made her breasts stand out even more. She was his holy woman just as he had imagined only better. ,,My-my heart...I am your-you are beautiful" he mumbled and fiddled with the velvet of his shirt nervously but obviously taken with her.

Trying not to hide the red on his cheeks, he lowered his gaze reverently. But she tilted her head slightly and continued to penetrate his field, listening to him whimper with pleasure as her upper width bumped against him.

She seemed to enclose him in her sanctity. ,,What a filthy sinner you are spying on me what?" she asked seeing his slight nod and the hastily muttered ,,Yes" before she ran her hand over his cheek. She felt him put his cheek in her hand, wanting more from her after she had irritated him on and off throughout the day. He had been so patient for her, pulling back with every kiss and being such a good boy.

Moving away from him as much as she could, she sat down on the small chair that was supposed to be for the clothes and smiled contentedly as he knelt down in front of her, stifling a groan. His long curly brown hair in the light gave him an almost angelic look.

Beautiful. ,,Say, do you confess your sin? That you are full of lust and lascivious?" she asked quietly in the little homemade beige chair, knowing that someone could come in at any time. They could catch them doing what they were doing, but one look at his middle let her know that it seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

Moving closer to her he nodded willingly confessing everything the words just kept flowing from his lips as he kissed his way up her legs making her beauty clear with each successive kiss.

While her fingers ran through his dark curls, tugging lightly and praising him, knowing that he would walk out of this shop with an orgasm and a collar with a bell. ,,Such a good submissive for your mistress," she quipped, knowing that doing such an unholy act in a church would probably turn her on even more. ,,Just shameful and you would do anything," she continued, only seeing the brief nod before she pulled him up to her by the hair.

His hands clung to her hips, lightly squeezing, wanting to touch more of her, wanting more, just wanting more. But the pain she gave him was enough to make him groan.

While she moved the tip of her shot to his middle, squeezing lightly and watching him lean his head against her torso. ,,Please-please don't," she murmured over and over, his hips moving slightly to get more of the arousal. He wanted more from her. Her finger tucked under his chin, forcing him to look up at her, but all he saw was his goddess.

His goddess who could treat him as she pleased. Instead, it was divine for him alone to know that he was loved, that he was needed. That they had each other, that she gave him attention. Before she pulled him into a deep kiss, heard his sigh of relief and he pressed further against her.

Before she pulled him back by the hair a throaty moan of thanks came from him the redness on his cheeks darkened as she kissed her way down his neck leaving a bite. The bites of the possessed None, the bites of Satan. The bites of her love.

With each passing moment, his excitement grew as he wanted more and more, and the indistinctly fledgling words just spilled from his lips. At one point he almost cried out of frustration. ,,Look at you," she said and rose from her chair to stand behind him before she pulled him up slightly by the shoulders and he wanted to press himself against her again.

But she reached around him and grabbed his jaw forcing him to look at himself in the mirror while her other hand went to the bulge in his trousers. She reached into his trousers and ran her hand over his boxer shorts while she continued to stroke his cock.

His hips thrust towards her and he rested his head on her shoulder as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. ,,Such a good boy," she whispered to him, hearing the whimpering before she continued to push him to his limits as the first tears slowly began to form in his bright blue eyes and only unintelligible words came from his lips.

She felt the twitching of his cock in his underwear and knew that he was getting closer to his climax. ,,Y/n, Charlie! We're about to go buy some more booze!" they both heard the voice of Kirby who seemed to have finished with the others.

She had noticed how Charlie had flinched, afraid they might come in. That their friends discovered what they were doing. ,,Not so scared sweetie...tonight I promise you are all mine" she whispered and placed a soft kiss on his cheek as she slowly turned away from him. Running her fingers through the dark curls one last time, she heard a dejected sigh.

Before he let out a ,,I'll take care of you, I promise" and gave her a sincere look before she went out of the changing room and chose a white lie for Charlie, which took him a little longer to get his clothes right. But they both knew that all their sins had not yet been confessed.

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