#i am rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth

[faghubby]

family spanking

"What where you thinking embarrassing me last night" Susan my fiancé scolded me. I stood in the living room surrounded by her Mother, Father, two sisters, and her brother in law. My head was pounding. My soon to he brother in law. Had just gave a play by play account of what had happened at my bachelor party.

"What do you think I should do. Call off the wedding" Susan continued.

"No Susan I love you" I pleaded.

"How am I going to stand in front of all our friends and family next week and marry you, I couldn't face them" Susan patted her eyes with a tissue.

"Susan, I'll do anything" I fell to my knees.

"Take him over your knee" my mother in law Gina told her.

"That's not helping" I shot back at Gina.

"No it is an excellent idea" Susan said standing up.

"Get up! Drop your pants" Susan commanded. I stood to look her in the eye.

"This is the only option drop your pants right here in front of everyone so you see how humiliated I am" Susan told me. I looked around the room I had no allies here. I loved Susan and if a spanking is what it took. I dropped my pants.

"Underwear too" her little sister Katie giggled. Susan yanked my boxers down. Then sat down patting her lap. I laid across her lap. My future father in law handed her a wooden paddle.

"The same one I used on the girls when they where little" he told me.

"Sue you never told me he was lacking" her older sister Cindy laughed. Just then the paddle stuck my ass. I jumped.

"Get back here" Susan scolded. Grabbing my ear. I laid back across her lap. As soon as I did another smack this time I stayed in place.

"Sue you got yourself a very obedient little husband there" Cindy laughed as a third and forth blow rained down.

"Now you went and got drunk, kissed a half naked girl" Susan said smacking my ass again. "And flaunted it in front of our friends" another two smacks. Tears formed in my eyes.

"Look at him, you can't marry him now" Katie told Susan. "He is barely a man."

"It's okay we can find a use for him, besides she can always find lovers to please her" Gina added. Susan squeezed her legs together my cock hard between them she smacked me again.

"Wow look how red" I heard Cindy exclaim everyone seemed to leave me and Susan alone after that. I heard them going outside.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up" Susan said letting me up.

"Susan I am very sorry, I didn't mean" I told her with tears in my eyes. She grabbed my dick which was rock hard and led me into the bathroom.

"You liked that" she told me as she gently applied lotion to my ass. She stroked me once applying lotion to my dick as well. She gently pushed me so I was bent over the sink. Her hands rubbing my sore ass. Her fingers slid into my crack.

"Do you like this?" She asked me. My cock was harder then it had ever been.

"Yes" I hissed.

"I think we have to rethink the type of marriage we will have" she told me as she did she pushed a finger into my asshole. I jumped up. She just pushed me back down.

"We will talk more about this tonight" she told me. Her finger still in my ass. "Right now you are going to go apologize to my family. Individually" she informed me.

"Now go get dressed" Susan old me. I left her alone in the bathroom I got dressed and waited for her. She was in there for quite a while. She came out flushed and led me around to everyone making me beg forgiveness not only for last night but for also having to witness my punishment today. We stayed for a family cookout.

"You will not consume alcohol unless I hand it to you" Susan told me. At first I grabbed a coke.

"Paul, that caffeine will make you all gittery" Susan told me. Gina handed me a lemonade. Although no one treated me any different or said a word about earlier. Inever left Susan's side. Only when I was asked to get something or cleared the table. It was still kinda early when Susan decided we should get going. We only live 10 minutes away.

Susan made small talk about her dad's nee BBQ sauce. When we got home.

"Why don't you go get ready for bed" she said plainly.

"What?" I said thinking I heard her wrong.

"Get your sore little butt upstairs and get ready for bed" she told me.

"Will you be joining me?" I said trying to be cute.

"Get your ass upstairs and put in the pajamas I bought for you, you know the ones you don't like to wear. Brush your teeth and don't worry about what I am doing" she ordered me. "Only when you are ready for bed come back down here so we can talk"

I lowered my eyes and did as she had told me to. I never wore pajamas just always slept in my boxers. But I went upstairs and did as she said. I found the pajamas she had bought for me months ago. That I had never even tried on. I came downstairs. Susan was scrolling on her phone a glass of wine. In her hand.

"Good come sit, dressed like a little boy all ready for bed" Susan said softly. "You got excited today, when I spanked you" she said softly she had me rest my head in her lap. As she stroked my hair. "You liked me controlling you" she told me. I couldn't deny that I had gotten excited by it.

"We should talk about what we will do after we are married" she continued. I just laid there quietly as she explained what she thought we should do.

"You obviously need disapline to keep you from getting in trouble" she told me. "You have told me how you have never been any good saving money" she stoked my hair as she continued.

"Do you agree?" Susan asked.

"Yes, I can't argue you are right" I wimpered. Her hand ran down my back. "Bare your bottom, show me how much you want this type of life" Susan told me. I stood and dropped my pajama pants and boxers. And laid across her lap for the second time today.

"I am going to spank you to show you want this, you may get regular spankings to remind you of what you want. That does not mean I won't spank you if you mis behave" she explained her hand rubbing my ass as she did. I was rock hard she spread her legs holding my dock between her thighs.

"You get so excited" she told me her hands now roaming over my legs and ass. I had not even realized I had started to move. Humping her thighs. "It's okay I don't mind sweety go ahead make love to my legs" I stopped embarrassed that I had been doing it. Susan ran a leather strap across my ass.

"Tell me what you want" Susan teased as she bought the strap down hard.

"I want you" I quivered. Another smack

"To do what?" She asked.

"To take charge. To control me" I wimpered. Another smack

"I would be happy to lead you" she told me another smack hen another. "But it will be in everything. You will never pester me for sex. If I am to be in control. I will be the one in charge in the bedroom as well. Another smack 10 in total. My ass was on fire when she stopped. I remained in the same position as she started to apply some lotion to my ass. Her finger pushed into my ass faster this time.

"Sue I" I moaned.

"Prehaps I have also found a reward for when you do something special" she told me. She removed her finger.

"I am also excited" she told me. I got up and pulled my pants back up. Susan stood and placed my hands on her hips. I slowly pulled her shorts down taking her panties with them. I dropped to my knees and she sat down spread her legs. "You know what I like" she told me. I buried my head and licked and sucked her clit. Tasting all her juices.

"You may often have to go without even when you pleasure me" 'Susan told me. I just nodded not stopping from my task. "You will learn not to even want to cum unless I allow it" she continued.

"Who knows you may even ask me to take a lover, like my mom suggested." She told me as she came on my tounge. My cock was so hard straining against my pants. My ass was on fire. As I laid in bed and watched Susan get ready for bed. She seemed to take her time and bend over as she did. As I watched I knew our marriage would be different. And I couldn't wait to see what else might come. Susan climbed into bed and snuggled up to me.

"You do know, you will not take things into your own hand" she told me kissing my cheek. "If you are unable to control yourself maybe chastity will be required" she told me.

"Susan, would you really take a lover?" I asked softly.

"We will see, would you like me too?" She smiled I didn't answer but my dick was throbbing in my pajamas.

[s-4pphics]

sal hello hi💚 how's life treating you...fry cook ellie EATSSSSSS omg the tension???? i need more when they get real nasty pls...u must write a book i need to give you all my money and buy a million copies !!!!!! i am always thinking about your writing tbh...click....in frame....rocking back and forth KWKRKEKFL BUT HI HI ITS BEEN A MINUTE JUST WANTED TO SAY HI HELLO💚💚💚

HIII MY LOVE WTF WE MISS U IN THESE STREETS WHERE U BEEN AT!!

LIFE AINT SHIT!!! WE HERE THO also frycook ellie is my hyperfixation rn writing for them until i get a new one they’re so hot CANT WAIT TIL THEY [REDACTED] and ellie puts a [REDACTED]

i want to write a dyke horror novel but i need to have sleep paralysis about it before i commit. WE’LL SEE DEAR MAYBE ONE DAY I LOVE YOU ENDNJESJ

click….. my everything….. omg i miss them everyday

I MISS U DEAR COME BACK TO ME

[bigblueworld]

let down your walls pt.2 (angry girl vs. rage)

it was late, extremely late. 11:00 at night to be exact. you were in the gym; training like always. airpods in blasting youngest daughter by superheaven; the electric guitar blaring in your eardrums as you danced around the punching bag.

perspiration dripping down your temple as hits landed on the punching bag, biceps and shoulders burning.

the door jingled open as rafe walked inside, duffle bag over his shoulder as he gazed around expecting it to be empty. his eyes found you in the far corner hitting the bag like someone had royally pissed you off.

he grinned as he made his way over to you. he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. he watched as you landed each hit against the bag, it rocking violently. the chain creaked.

you felt eyes on you and you straightened up and whipped your head around, a scowl forming as you lifted your hand to take out your airpod. panting softly, “take a picture it’ll last longer.” you said, tone of voice coming out harsher than you meant it.

“woah, angry girl. was just watchin” rafe said with a shrug as he took off his duffel bag, and set it on the ground.

he began stretching and you watched him with a wary look, “well carry on sparky” he waved his hand as he sat on the ground.

you rolled your eyes and resumed in hitting the bag once again but way harder. rafe’s eyes shot up to your form, watching as your muscles flexed in your back, shoulders, arms, and legs as you bobbed and weaved around the bag.

you landed one last hard hit against the bag, you had been at this for about an hour. your eyes shot over back towards rafe to see him watching you…again “rage..you have a serious staring problem.” you shot at him as you took off your gloves and throwing them in your bag.

you sat on the ground in the corner, “what are you even doing here?”

“im here to train, like you are right now.” rafe said gently as he grabbed a foam roller and began to roll out his quads.

you nodded softly as you leaned your head back, looking at the ceiling; sweat slicked hair sticking to your forehead.

when you glanced back at him he was off the floor beginning to wrap his knuckles, “so..sparky. i realized we got off on the wrong foot the other day…and i wanna get to know you better. so, truce?”

you scoff and laugh lightly, “rage..remember when i told you i had no time for that shit. i meant it. and i don’t wanna get to know you, frankly.” you said with a mock smile; watching as his broad shoulders rolled back.

rafe’s eyes narrowed slightly, “y’know it would do you some good if you let down those walls a bit yeah?”

“you don’t know shit.” you snapped as you stood up.

“and neither do you.” he bit back as he took a step towards you.

irritation flashed in your eyes as you stepped up to him, chin tilted up to look at him. your fists clenched at your sides.

“just chill out, i know you don’t know me that well. but angry girl…i just wanna talk to you.” he spoke to you gently, like talking to a wounded animal trying to coax it out of hiding.

you bit the inside of your cheek,”we’re talking now aren’t we?”

he sighed softly, “just—chill. you don’t gotta be so angry.”

“i am chill. you saying that will proceed to piss me off.” you shot back.

“okay so how about this, while i train…and you do..whatever it is you do in here. ill ask you four questions, and then you can go” rafe said as he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging.

you eyed the tattoos coiling up his arms and then they flicked upwards to meet his eyes, “fine.”

he beamed, and nodded “cool, cool.”

you rolled your eyes, “hurry up before i change my mind.” you said as you resumed your earlier position but instead you began to just cool down, and stretch.

rafe began to start with roundhouse kicks, his leg met the back with a hard ‘thump’ and the bag rocked back and forth. he bounced on his toes and switched legs.

“so—uh..what do you do for fun?” he said as he exhaled sharply and kicked the bag.

“box.” you answered shortly.

“just boxing? nothin’ else?” rafe said as his eyes shot back over towards you.

“yes. just boxing? is there a problem with that rage?” you answered with a raised brow.

“nah..that’s cool.” he answered gently as he started moving around the bag like you were just doing.

you nodded as you observed the way he moved. he was powerful, he moved with precision and the type of grace that was dangerous. you envied him.

“a’ight next question asshole.”

“hmm..why are you so mad all the time?” he asked as he landed a sharp hit to the bag.

rafe’s bright blue eyes met yours for a second before you moved your eyes away.

“i don’t know…never thought about it.” you said nonchalantly.

he hummed “i call bullshit.”

“the fuck you do.” you snapped.

rafe shrugged “if you say so, but you get so defensive. and pissed off…extremely fast. and i was just wondering. but next question…why boxing?”

“because i can expel my energy in a healthier way than what i was doing before…and ive always done boxing. only thing that gives my life any meaning.” you mumbled out the last part as you sighed softly.

rafe stopped and looked at you with something along the lines of interest and possibly concern. “dont look at me like that.” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

“like what?” he asked with a tilted head as he resumed circling the punching bag.

“like you pity me. i dont need nor want your fuckin’ pity.” you spat at him; you flexed your fingers as you felt that returning feeling of anger. flowing like lava; bubbling and boiling over.

“alright, alright. just chill.” he said with a soft huff as he stepped back and wiped his forehead and placed his hands on his hips.

“i am chill.”

“for sure…you’re like super chill right now, sparky.” he said with a soft laugh.

you rolled your eyes. and looked up at him from your place on the floor. you cursed him out under your breath.

you lifted your head to check the time and the clock read 12:00 pm, you would have to lock up.

“you got one last question cameron.” you said as you glanced at him. you shrugged on your hoodie and slid your feet into your shoes.

“you wanna hang out?”

your nostrils flared slightly as you stood like a deer in headlights.

“angry girl…hello?” he snapped in your face and you slapped his hand away.

“ow…that hurt.”

“sure.”

“wait…what?” he was dumbfounded and blinked a couple times.

“i said sure, asshole. if i have to repeat myself imma change my mind.” you cocked an eyebrow.

“cool..cool. yeah that’s cool.” he nodded quickly and you watched as a smile bloomed on his face and your nose crinkled.

you rolled your eyes as you gathered your stuff, “im gonna head home. and i have to lock up so…time for you to go.”

“can i..get your number. so i can send you details for whenever we hangout.”

you wordlessly handed him your phone and he put his number in, and you sent him a text. “merry christmas.” you said sarcastically.

you quickly turned to walk out and he was quickly taking off his shoes and putting his own hoodie back on.

“angry girl! wait!” rafe called out

“oh my..you are slow as shit. is this how you are in your lil’ cage matches?”

“nah, why? you wanna watch me?” he bounded to your side and followed you out the door. you locked it and put the keys in your sweatpant pockets.

“sure, ill watch you….just cause i wanna see what the appeal is.”

“sure, sparky. but i thought you didn’t do that shit.” rafe said with a cocky smirk.

you began to walk to your car, ignoring him and rafe called out to you, “ill text you!”

“maybe ill answer!”

“bye sparky!”

“shut the fuck up, asshole!” you called back as you flipped him off.

you heard him burst out laughing as you shook your head; climbing into your car.

you saw him do the same. you watched rafe drive off and you sat there for a second wondering what the fuck that was…and why you said yes to him. what about him made you change your mind?

maybe it was curiosity. maybe you liked him a little bit. who the hell knows.

[hinamie]

itfs hug when itfs reunion when

[shininglife]

mirabelle face blindness. stay with me now people. the way she doesn’t recognize one of her friends UNTIL she notices an accessory she gifted them. or how it takes her a moment to identify most people in the house in the first place? because perhaps she’s searching for a certain trait or accessory she has tied to them in her memory????? idk. i’m a little insane about this headcanon

[kcrra]

gonna break my brain if i think too much about how rhaenyra says specifically, "alicent's son sits my throne." LIKE EXACTLY. EXACTLY!!! all of this conflict and strife - the entire story, where it begins and ends, is ALL ABOUT ALICENT AND RHAENYRA. they are the core of everything. and rhaenyra knows it to the extent that she won't even say aegon's name.

what would be the point? this is about her and alicent.

[jetaloen]

redrawing cynthia images as volo

[opera-ghost]

the final performance of phantom on broadway - april 16th, 2023

[snortlaughs]

i literally love making people laugh i love it so so sososoososososososooso much. i love going out of my way to do silly things. i love knowing that i have made people smile. it’s my favorite thing ever

[darkmuffinstudios]

Are we just

Posting bangers today???

Because I just scrolled down my for you page and had like 30 aneurysms over so many banger posts/headcanons/comics over UTMV (most of which being Killer related)

And I haven't been normal since /pos /aff

[soggifin]

I officially started college hooray confetti 🎉 🎉 🎉 (which is why I disappeared sorry)

Anyway I figure I should post something and it’s fandom website so here’s a compilation of lupin doodles I’ve done over the semester

[wrvvth]

I am absolutely fascinated with the implications about Daniel and Armand's relationship in s2e2. Particularly the way Armand reacts when Louis is absolutely digging in to Daniel, openly trying and succeeding to make Daniel upset.

Despite the fact that Armand has been challenging Daniel at every chance he got, despite the fact that he is the one who suggested them teaming up to throw Daniel off his rhythm, the moment Louis digs a little too deep Armand appears to become... Not quite remorseful, but at the very least uncomfortable? Armand protests and tries to ask Louis to stop and when the onslaught inevitably continues he actually COMFORTS Daniel.

There's two ways I interpret this: Part of me believes it is a show of real emotion from Armand. He likes to make Daniel squirm, sure, but in tears? Shaking? It stirs something inside of him. Another part of me wonders if Armand was able to tell that Daniel was remembering parts of their relationship and was trying to stop Louis from bringing back any more memories. Or maybe it's a secret third thing! Maybe it was nothing at all! All I know is that I am absolutely SEATED for however AMC decided to take their relationship. SAT.

[guyspleasehesmyfriend]

whatever.

[violent138]

HC that the Watchtower used to buy approximately forty crates of paperclips a year before Wayne Enterprises made some limited edition ones out of an extremely malleable metal specifically so Speedsters could play with them during meetings without it being a significant part of the budget.

[saige-png]

my children are back i missed them 😞🙏

[choberr]

The more I think about the upcoming expedition arc the more I come to realize that the stakes will be incredibly high. They'll have to go through all those nations, fight a few battles or wars here and there, most likely have a Galopoula subplot, a Hatohara/Rinji subplot, declare a full on war to Aftokrator "The Holy Land" over there, get the 30 captive Border agents and Replica back and then come back to Meeden safely after going through all of that.

Oh also EVERY agent, both the expedition squads and the captive agents, must come back from the Neighborhood alive. No exceptions no nothing, that has to be their number one objective because if even ONE of them dies the public will cook Border alive. And this objective gets even harder to accomplish when you remember that there's also the Yuma subplot that we have to cover, that Yuma is living purely because of his black trigger's properties which can run out at any time and barely anyone knows about his case because he outright refuses to tell a single other soul about it. It's like a ticking timebomb hidden in the depths of the ship that no one knows how to defuse, because how do you even prevent Yuma's death when his body is in that shape?

People are also speculating that there will be another invasion by the time the expedition leaves and it's a terrifying yet extremely possible scenario. This invasion would probably be Jin's reason for staying in Mikado City and it'd also be the time something bad happens to Jin, either kidnapped or killed (maybe both). I am very scared of this scenario because in my opinion Jin waves the second biggest death flag in the story.

And then there's also the Hyuse subplot. And then the "nation that attacked Mikado City five years ago" subplot. And then the fact that we still don't know which nation Yuma is from. And then and then and then RAAHHHHH

Someone hold my hand once the expedition arc starts. I'm very much ready but I'm SO NOT READY