#just thought it was pwetty

[muddlemore]

[drdepper]

PomPom pretty bois go ✨⋆｡°✩✨‧₊˚✩彡

[pinkhairandpokemon]

I heard we were talking about attractive nerds so- *ahem*

If I may add:

-Blake

[leatherbookmark]

squinting a little at the deukae tracklist tbh. like, we'll see, but squinting a little

[httpsghostie]

Ok but- milking König dry? Like literally, milk that man DRY ><

The thought of him whining and trying to get away from your hands but like can't because he's strapped or something makes me feel something

So if u have sometime, please write about it, pwetty pwease ><

warnings: nsfw, m!overstimulation, sub!könig

"fucking shit, haze, please, I can't cum anymore, fuck-" könig pleaded as you poured more lubricant on his reddened dick, twitching at the cold fluid in touch with his hot skin.

you were riding one of his thighs, he was laying down with his hands tied on top of his head, but his legs tried to shake you away. he whined when you started to rub his oversensitive tip. "come on, can't take it? say the safe word then and I'll stop…"

but no answer came from his lips but a straight out pornographic moan as the vibrator came to life again and met his cock. his body jolted with the constant overstimulation but he couldn't bring himself to ask you to stop, it was so painful yet so good.

he was being such a good little toy, coming for you for as many times as you determined, it's been hours since you've been like this, and his body was getting even more sore as he felt another orgasm getting close.

after his first one, it was always easy to make him cum again, once he was past the ticklish sensation, you could suck and lick his tip for just a bit and he would be cumming again in a minute. but you never went this far, making him cum for you repeatedly until you said so.

you held onto the base of his cock and increased your pace, thumb never leaving his tip unattended. he cried out, his body covered in sweat and cum, trying to get away from you, but you sat on both of his thighs to keep him from squirming away.

he cried and whimpered when he came for the last time, but no cum spouted from his tip, leaving you with a confused frown, but also so proud of making him cum so much that he ran out of it.

"please, please, 'ts too much, can't take it anymore." he whined so beautifully, it was like music to your ears.

you'd unlock his cuffs and he would lay there completely still, like his body just shut down, and you'd clean him with a warm towel, whispering praises of how good he was for you, getting only a small smile in return.

[homkamiro]

Speeding bullet but Your Name au pwetty pls. I’ll even beg you in Spanish and German.

That would be such a cool concept omg??? Just how challenging it would be for them to live the other's life, considering how different both of them are-- that's actually a thought!! I like how you think anon

[rinneverse]

OAKIE BBIE ! congrats on 300 million gajillion woooo 🥳🥳🥳🥳 !! m here for ur littl event mweheheh :3:3 cld i ask for al haitham ++ D, I, nd K from da nsfw alphabet pwetty pls !

COCOOOO WAHH THANK U!!! <3333 ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ and yuuusss ofc huehuehue

a part of my ongoing 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] AL HAITHAM + D, I, & K !

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw exhibitionism, threesome mention, creampie/breeding mention, dumbification, fem!reader

— d ; dirty secret!

alhaitham would never admit it, but the thought of kaveh catching the two of you in the act is something that makes his heart race. it's why even when he hears the telltale knock at the door, signaling his roommate's return, he doesn't stop ravaging your body—in fact, he tries even harder to pull the sweetest of melodies out of you. you're too wracked with pleasure to even notice.

he also thinks that sharing you with kaveh might be a thing he would be into. he'll never say it out loud, though.

— i ; intimacy!

ohhhhhhh, he is sickeningly romantic. for someone who seems so... carefully neutral all the time, once he falls in love with you — you've got him wrapped around your little finger. this is especially true when it comes to sex: he prefers positions where he can look at you and watch you fall apart around him.

— k ; kink(s)!

breeding. first thing that came to mind, methinks. nothing beats the sight of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. it drives him insane—and to him, nothing is more logical proof that you are his and his alone than this.

this also may be me projecting but i think he would be a lil' into dumbification. reducing you to a babbling mess is his end goal—nothing says his baby is feeling amazing more than the pretty crystalline tears that run down your cheeks as you mindlessly cry out his name!

"h-hai—thaaam!" you squeal, fingers clutching at alhaitham's broad shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress, his bodyweight heavy on top of yours. he grunts in response, the lewd squelching of your pussy loud in your ears as he just doesn't stop.

"you can take it, darling. just one more for me," alhaitham rumbles above you, grabbing your hands in his to intertwine them tightly as he folds you into the plush comforter.

"please, please, s'too much!" you wail, tears of pleasure gathering in your eyes as you feel every drag of his cock in your gummy walls. it's driving you insane. alhaitham presses his forehead to yours before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

it's when he hears it—the jingling of keys at the front door, a gentle knock, kaveh's faint voice announcing his arrival—and he suppresses a grin as he nips at your bottom lip.

"just a little bit more."

he punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, watching your mouth fall open in pleasure. the sight is lovely, he thinks, his darling girlfriend reduced to a complete mess underneath him.

he lets go of one of your hands in favor of playing with your clit, drawing tight circles on the sensitive nub. the sensation has you seeing stars and you don't know how much longer you'll last like this.

he has you creaming so prettily all over his cock in no time, a satisfied smile on his face as he holds you close through your orgasm. the sight is burned in his memory—and he thinks that he would do anything just to keep you here with him, even if it meant bringing down the moon and the stars and the planets, all for you.

hehe. dik

[lesbianpepsi]

More sam pwetty pls 😔😔😔 r and sam are going to the supermarket to buy something, some guy is harassing r, and sam gets protective maybe throwing a punch or two. Thank you pookie <3

i'm loving the love sam is currently getting. and ofc anything for you snookums 😘😘

Blessed with Beauty and rage

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!reader

Request: Sam protecting reader from someone harassing her

Words: 3.317k

Warnings: sexual harassment, men being men, derogatory language/homophobic language, fighting, blood, swearing, mentions of sex, my writing, if there's anything else let me know

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"We need more snacks and booze for tonight's movie night." Mindy said as she dropped down onto the couch next to Anika, one arm swiftly wrapping around Anika's neck while the hand was preoccupied with a beer.

"More?" Sam questioned as walked into the living room with a glass of water, taking a seat next to Tara.

Mindy dumbly nodded as she rolled her eyes. "Yes, Carpenter, more. We've got four beers left and only a singular bag of doritos. There's eight of us here and that just isn't enough."

You nodded your head in agreement with Mindy, she did have a solid point. Especially with Chad and Ethan here, they'd devour the chips before anyone else could have any.

"Fine, but i'm not going to the store for you all again." Sam grumbled sipping on her ice cold water. The rest of the group quickly went to give their bullshit reasons to why they can't go.

"I went last time." Was Chad's excuse which you can deem as valid.

"My legs are sore after last night so I don't really want to be walking around." Quinn said which got a mix response from the group. Ethan, Tara, Sam, Mindy yelling TMI while you, Chad and Anika congratulated her.

"This is my apartment so I don't have to go." The younger Carpenter sister argued to which you found that excuse half bullshit half fair.

"I get to choose the movie tonight and I want to make sure it's something everyone likes." Ethan attempts which you find bullshit, but don't say anything.

Mindy and Anika piped up next with their excuses. "I pointed it out so I don't have to go, meaning Anika doesn't have to go either." That was even more of a bullshit excuse than Ethan's.

You were the last one to give an excuse as all eyes in the room fell on you. You groaned dramatically as you slapped your hands on your knees, standing up slowly. "Alright, fine I'll go. Someone message me with a list of demands." 

Chad cheered at that and gave you a thumbs up at taking one for the team. "Thank you, Y/n." Anika said in a sing song voice as she smiled sweetly at you.

"Yeah, yeah." You said as you walked over to grab your coat from the hanger. Throwing the coat on you turned to look at the group. "Someone better text me the list before I arrive."

The group said something along the lines of 'yeah sure' before they turned to look back at the TV.

Double checking you had your phone and wallet you went to leave but a voice stopped you from leaving.

"I'm coming with you." Sam told you as she walked up to you, you grinned as you looked at the tall woman. "I thought you didn't want to go?" You teased in a playful manner as Sam went to grab her own bomber jacket off the rack.

"Yeah well I'm not going to let you go out alone in the night." She replied as she leaned closer to you, you stared into her eyes slightly confused as your heartbeat picked up at the closeness.

Sam's hand stretched out to reach something behind you as she kept eye contact with you. You could smell the cigarette smell of her breath hitting your face at close proximity.

Just as Sam leaned forward her hand twisted at the door and unlocked it, taking a step back as she cocked her head to the side.

You blushed from embarrassment as you heavily misread the situation and stepped aside for Sam to open the door.

She swung the door open and stepped outside, you quickly followed her lead closing the door behind you.

Sam nodded at you before she began walking towards the stairs, you followed behind her in silence.

You and Sam had been having this weird situationship for the last few weeks, none of you were brave enough to actually make the next step.

Longing stares from opposite ends of the room, long nights spent together just talking about everything and eventually falling asleep, picking up on each other's habit, and of course having sex whenever you two were alone.

And especially for you when you ended up blushing like a fool whenever someone would comment on it. Cough cough Mindy

Before the whole situationship started you had been crushing on Sam, hard, for a few months. Her rare smile that managed to take your breath away, or that even rarer laugh she'd let out that simply made your heart skip a few beats.

Basically, you were down bad for this woman. Your only worry was that Sam wasn't that interested in you as you were with her.

You were the first one to even make it a situationship when you and Tara came home from a party and Sam was not pleased that you two had snuck out.

In fact she was raging.

You weren't even drunk but Tara was hammered and immediately collapsed in her bed before Sam could lecture her, meaning you were left to hear Sam's lecture.

While Sam ranted and listed off a myriad of reasons why it was stupid you finally got enough and silenced her with a kiss. Then not long after that kiss it led to you two falling on her bed and having the best sex of your life.

"What store do you want to go to?" Sam's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you glanced at her, slightly surprised you two were sitting in her car.

Jesus you didn't even notice you had reached the car.

"Target?" You suggested while you fastened your seat belt. Sam nodded mutely as she turned the car on, shifting her gear into first as she began to leave the apartment complex car park.

After a few seconds of driving Sam's phone automatically connected to the car and her music began to play loudly throughout.

'You Give Love A Bad Name' by Bon Jovi started playing, you smiled at the familiar tunes, tapping your fingers against your thigh mimicking the beats being played. 

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked as her hand went to lower the music. You turned to look at her, giving her a knowing look.

The group had another hangout session the previous night, Trivia Thursday, it happened once a month since movie nights happened on a weekly basis on Fridays.

You didn't come that night since you were hanging out with your new friend Carmilla. She had a dark sense of humour that you could appreciate.

All the two of you did was make a cheesecake and watch a few Criminal Mind episodes. Nothing more.

The clenched jaw on Sam's face and her almost non blinking eyes told you that Sam definitely thought you did more than that.

"I was with a friend." You stated nonchalantly as you gave her an innocent smile. "Why did you miss me?"

Sam rolled her eyes as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Don't be obtuse, I was just curious." She grumbled in a hushed voice as her eyes focused on the road.

"Oh, well if you were just curious." You replied as you turned your head away from her direction to look through the side window.

In your head you slowly counted down from ten, knowing Sam would want to be more curious.

As you reached zero you heard Sam shuffle in her seat. "Who was your friend?" She asked with jealousy, lacing her words.

You take out your phone to see if anybody had sent you a list of requests as you replied to Sam.

"Just a new friend I met at a coffee shop." Sam hummed as her eyes flickered over to your phone and saw your fingers tapping away on the screen.

"Just a new friend, how lovely. Is that who you're texting right now?"

You chuckled as you shook your head, still shocked by this jealousy from Sam. "I'm replying to Mindy's text with what they want."

"Oh."

Yeah, oh.

"They want two packs of six cans, twizzlers, chips and salsa, a tub of honeycomb ice cream, skittles and chocolate." You listed  as you reread the text message.

Sam grunted which you took as an 'okay'. The two of you didn't say anything else for the car ride to the store, the only sort of noise coming from the car was Sam's music.

Around ten minutes passed before the two of you arrived, Sam silently getting out of the car as she slammed the car door shut.

You followed suit but didn't slam the car door as harshly as she did. Sam was waiting for you at the front of the car, locking the car with a click of a button the moment you closed your door.

Sam walked by your side towards the entrance of the store, grabbing a basket from the entrance.

"You're quiet tonight." You mentioned as you and her began slowly ticking off the items needed.

Sam glanced at you as she threw two bags of twizzlers into the basket. "Guess I'm just not in the mood." She murmured  as she glanced around for the chocolate that Chad definitely asked for.

"Not in the mood of having to go to the store, or with me, or just life?" You asked as you reached out for the chocolate bar at the same time as hers, your pinkies brushing over each other.

You gazed over at Sam who didn't take her hand away and kept it on top of the chocolate bar. Her eyes were focused on yours.

You swallowed nervously as you slowly pulled your hand away, slightly gliding up Sam's forearm before dropping your hand completely.

Sam froze for a second before she shook her head and snatched the bar from the shelf and threw it into the basket.

"A bit of the first and third one,  but definitely not the second one." Sam said as she turned to look at you, her face was void of any smile but her eyes told you enough.

Those dark eyes that you could stare into forever and never lose interest.

You smiled softly at her, your eyes lingered on hers for a second before they moved down to her lips.

"That's everything." Sam abruptly said forcing you to look back at her rather than her lips.

You nodded slightly embarrassed as the tip of your ears burned with blush. "Beers, chocolate, twizzlers, chips and salsa and skittles." You listed as you peered into the basket Sam was holding.

Sam cocked her head towards the self checkout to which you began walking there without hesitation, Sam right beside you.

Since it was quite late and a Friday night meaning most people were out drinking, there were only two other people at the self checkout till. An old woman and a lanky boy who was only buying a monster and vape.

Sam and you opted to the closest till and began scanning your items away. Before you reached the final two items left your eyes widened with realisation.

"Shit, we forgot Ethan's honeycomb ice cream." You say as you look at Sam who stopped herself from scanning the skittles. She sighed as she scanned it anyway.

"Are you okay with running to get it quickly?" She asks as her tired eyes flicker over your face, her eyes staring longest at your lips.

You nodded your head like a manic before briskly walking out and heading towards the frozen section at the store, the further part of the store.

Picking up your pace you quickly made it there within thirty seconds, there was only one other person in the aisle, a man who looked to be around in his thirties.

You didn't pay much attention to him and swiftly walked over to the ice cream section. You quickly found the tub of honeycomb ice cream and grinned as you pulled it out.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a store at eleven in the night?" A raspy voice said from behind you. You grimaced at the voice, it wasn't raspy like Sam's in the morning. No, this was just off putting.

You turned around as you closed the freezer door to the ice cream section, backing up against it from how close this man was to you.

You glanced down the aisle in the hopes of seeing Sam randomly there but there was no sign.

"Just buying ice cream for my girlfriend." You lied as you took a step to the side as the man's eyes narrowed on your chest.

He hummed creepily as he licked his dry lips, his dark eyes slowly looking back up to yours.

"A girlfriend huh? Why would someone as hot as you decide to be with a girl rather than a man. I bet you just haven't had the right dick in you yet." He perved as he stepped closer to you which resulted in you taking more steps back.

"Sorry mister but my girlfriend is waiting for me so I really got to go." You told him as you gave him a smile in hopes he'd leave you alone.

Big mistake.

"Fine, fuck you fucking worthless piece of shit dyke." He snarled as he took heavy steps in following you. "Fucking fags like you should burn."

You didn't turn around as you ran out of the isle, as you turned the corner you collided into someone.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Sam asked as she grabbed at your shoulders to calm you down.  "Sam." You whispered as you noticed who it was, without thinking you dropped the tub of ice cream and threw your arms around her waist as you pulled her closer.

"What happened?" Asked Sam as she hugged you back, her stiff shoulders relaxed at the contact.

"Some sick perv was hitting on me and when I told him I had to leave he started calling me slurs."

Sam didn't say anything for a moment as you felt her entire body stiffen at your words. Her arms slowly dropped as she took a step back.

"Who?" She demanded in such a dark voice that if you didn't see Sam say it you wouldn't believe it came from her mouth.

You shook your head as you tried smiling at Sam in hopes of calming her down. "Just some creep, but I'm here with you now and safe."

Sam ignored you as she stepped around you and walked into the frozen isle, her eyes landing on the same man who was harassing you earlier at the very top of the isle.

"Sam!" You whisper yelled as you chased after her as she began storming towards the man. She ignored your words as she came closer to the man.

He heard the heavy footsteps coming from Sam and turned to look at her, his creepy smirk appearing once more before it quickly disappeared when Sam punched him in the face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Sam snapped as she glared at the man who flew to the floor from the harsh contact.

"The fuck lady?!" He screeched like a baby as she clutched his bleeding noise. Sam's eyes narrowed on his head before she swiftly kicked at his jaw.

He yelled out in pain as Sam slammed her boot into his chest, pinning him down. "You think hitting on a woman who clearly don't want you is funny?" She sneered as the man stayed under her boot, whining.

You were frozen as you stared at the unfolding scene in front of your eyes.

Sam pressed her boot further into his chest at his silence. "Is it? Or is the homophobia what's so fucking funny for you?" She spat out in a venomous voice as the man looked up at her.

"I think when a whore throws herself at you and then rejects your advances is only getting what she deserves." He bellowed as that revolting smirk appeared on his bloodied lips.

Sam didn't hesitate as she took her foot off his chest and slammed it down on his fingers, a sickening crack being heard.

She kneeled down at the crying man with a look of pure fury on her face. "If I ever see you out in public again, I will rip you open and put your insides on the outside. Showing to the world you're just as vile as you are inside as out." She whispered into ear before she turned to punch him once again.

You finally snapped out of your daze as Sam began to punch him again, rushing over to pull her off the man.

"Sam, Sam, just stop!" You pleaded as you tugged at her shoulders. She turned to look at you and the venous look in her eyes got replaced with a soft glance she only gave to you.

"You've gotten your revenge now, please let's go." You begged her as you moved your hand toward her wrist, tugging at her.

She turned to look at the crying man who was clutching his nose before she stiffly stood up.

You smiled appreciatively at Sam before pulling her away faster. Sam wrapped an arm protectively around you as the two of you walked out of the isle.

Sam picked up the melting ice cream off the floor as the two of you made your way back to the till.

As you finished paying and scanning everything Sam went to talk with a worker and told them about the man.

The two of you didn't want to stay any longer in the store and made your exit, walking much faster to Sam's car.

The second you two were inside Sam locked the car as she sat there in silence. You looked over at Sam who was staring at her bloodied and already bruising fists.

You frowned as you instinctively went to grab one of Sam's hands, she didn't say anything as you pulled her knuckles to your lips, softly kissing it.

You lowered your hand after a few moments as you traced circles on the girl's fist softly.

"You didn't have to do that Sam. If the media finds out they'll have your head." You whispered, Sam shook her head in disagreement.

"I most definitely had to do that." She replied as you kept on caressing her hand.

"But the media-"

"I don't give a shit what people think about me, Y/n. What I do give a massive shit about is you and your safety." She declared as her eyes moved from your fingers on her fist to your eyes.

You swallowed as you breathed slowly. "Sam." You croaked as your head dropped, your eyes focused on her bruised knuckles.

You did this. You hurt Sam.

"It's not your fault, Y/n. The only person who is at fault is that scum." Sam said as if she could read your thoughts. You looked back at Sam who had a small smile on her lips.

"I'll always be here to keep you safe." Sam whispered, pulling her hand away from yours to gently place on your jaw.

You're heart began drumming in your chest as Sam's eyes glanced down to your lips before back to your eyes.

"I love you." You whispered without thinking as your eyes connected with hers. Sam swallowed as she leaned closer to you.

"I love you too." Sam whispered back. That was all you needed to hear before you lunged forwards, capturing her lips with yours.

The kiss was different compared to all of your previous kisses. Those were filled with lust, hunger and desperation. Those kisses were rushed and aggressive.

This one was nothing like that. This one was full of love as you kissed Sam slowly, sighing against her lips as you shut your eyes feeling content.

[jhoneybees]

Sweet Love

This one is a very short one but my brain isn't cooperating with me at the moment :( also I'm thinking of not adding prompts to my posts hehe just a little surprise for you all.

I hope you like this drabble :)

Characters: Early70s! Elvis X Femlittle!reader

Warnings/triggers: age regression, crying, little lifestyle

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One of Elvis' favourite moments is you sitting on the carpeted floor of the jungle room, staring at the TV playing whatever Elvis movie you were wanting to watch. Now he doesn't usually allow others to watch his movies in his house but if it comes to you, that's an exception. Those big doe eyes of yours peering up at him, bottom lip pouting paired with a “pwetty please?” and a “I've been good, daddy” defeats him every time, he can't resist you.

This time you asked Elvis to watch ‘King Creole’ which he gladly sets everything up, like a good girl you are, you wait patiently as Elvis turns on the TV. After tinkering around with the plugs and remotes, the movie finally plays. “Alright, now ya want something to snack on baby? Apples? Crackers?” Elvis asks “Apples! Apples!” You say excitedly, doing grabby hands making Elvis laugh. With a peck on the forehead, he walks off into the kitchen.

As Elvis arrives back in the jungle room, he sets the snack on the floor in front of you, giving you another peck on the forehead before sitting down on the couch behind you. The sounds of the movie filling in the silence between the two of you making the moment calm and peaceful, Elvis’ eyes wandering to you mindlessly chomping on the slices of apple, he breathes out a laugh with a grin. How can you be so adorable?

Something that Elvis witnesses sometimes when supervising while you watch movies is sweet little you feels bad for the main characters when they get injured because you know that’s your daddy playing them, and when the scene of Danny fisher gets hunted down by the bad guys and limps away with a wound on his arm after beating them all up, that feeling of guilt bubbles inside of you, soon whimpering “Daddy! Hurt!... Daddy!” finger pointing at the TV, knuckling at your eyes adorably. “Daddy..” pitfully crying as you climb to your feet to run straight onto Elvis’ lap “Honey, ‘s okay I’m okay! Just a movie baby, just a movie” he reassures with a chuckle, rubbing your back soothingly while you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Frantically shaking your head “Daddy got hurt!” repeating your words as you scooch closer to Elvis, bringing a supportive hand on your thigh Elvis shushes you softly “I’m not hurt baby, I’m alright. It’s just a movie honey” lifting your head out from the crook of his neck, sniffling quietly “Daddy not hurt?” nodding his head with a small hum “ Yes baby I’m not hurt, it was just for the movie” he strokes your hair gently to comfort you. Now you feel embarrassed thinking Elvis was actually hurt, I mean how can you not? The fake wound looked so realistic. You shyly return to hiding your face in his neck making him chuckle “Aw baby…” Elvis whispers to which you respond with a sad sob continuing to rub your back with his large strong hand, after a while he pushes on your shoulders for you to look at him, he pouts at the sight in front of him, your eyes all glossy and your cheeks all red. He realises how much you care for him even when you're little. Him being a caregiver, he thought he’d be taking care of you but you soon showed him that you’re taking care of him too.

Because no matter if you're little or not, your love and care for your daddy never changes.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about toji

Tw: k!dnapping, K!LLING

YANDERE? TOJI X GN JJK SORCERER READER SMUT.

MINORS DNI. MENTIONS BLOOD, CHOKING.

"Megumi.. baby?"toji said with a cracked voice "Yes papa?" "Get a nice job and make papa some money okAy.?"😃👁️👄👁️

Get this, your a jujutsu sorcerer. Your on his list and your so dam FINE. He kidnaps you instead of killing you.

Yeah sure toji loves him some money but how about he makes you his new househusband/wife?

Fucking you over the table while you make meals, his body is so FUCKING big compared to yours.

"cum all over my fukin' cock for me doll. F-fuck yeah just like that. Milk this cock"

You tried to escape a couple times or even attempted to kill him but that just ends up on you being his personal cock sleeve for the night. As he drills into you non stop no matter what you say until you pass out

"oh? Yah fucking sorry now huh? Want me to be gentle with you baby?" He would mock you, grab your throat and rub gently with his thumb on the bone with his big veiny hands. "Daddy's not gonna stop..mhmm shh shh stop crying. Stop fucking crying. Daddy's gonna fuck you well and your gonna stay with me mkay.." he'd slap your ass and tell you to stop moving your thighs so he could go balls deep inside of you. "Aww you can't breathe doll? Mmm but I bet you feel so FUCKING good on this cock right.. look at that bulge in ur belly baby. My cock fits you so well. Ah~ fuck me doll. Just like that.."

You even tried domain expansion but it was no use. As the sky turned pitched black when you turned around from running deep in the forest with him chasing after you and Shinto shrines began to form from it. He lunged at you, leaving your expansion incomplete as you went to dodge. Of course.. toji fucked you last night so your legs gave out and he knocked you out and picked you up bridal style. The faint smell of blood lingered from your nose.

You awoke to your hands and legs tied on a chair.

Toji was snickering under his breath. "I like you y/n. You keep me moving doll, this little fucking game of cat and mouse is getting tiring though. It's as if no matter how much i make you feel at home. And fuck you, you won't fucking stop. Annoying. Me-."

"mmm papa.. it's time for my m-medicine" poor little megumi had to come downstairs and see his "new momma/papa" all tied up and bleeding. He still gave a blank stare as if he was use to this. One day after prepping dinner toji came late and before that megumi mentioned how you we're the first one "Papa liked and hasn't got rid of" "yeah.. my real mommy. She died. But I heard papa saying earlier you we're really pwetty(pretty) and he is right! Your a great pawrent (parent) papa should be nice to you though.."

Flash forward. Toji sighed. What the hell has his life come too. He uses you like a cocksleve and cant even afford his son's medication.

Maybe he should change. Or maybe, you should change him.

The next day toji didn't touch you. He made breakfast for the 3 of you. It was awkward considering how you we're always tied up for "family meals" and your cursed objects we're locked away. But after what megumi said about his mom. You stopped trying to fight back. Or at least that's what toji thought...

Part 2?

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Demon baby fever

 ⚠️Babies⚠️ lack there of being able to conceive child⚠️ slight NSFW because Gavin⚠️ 

No proofread 



Gavin and freelancer we’re at the park waiting for their friends  to go on a hike freelancer was feeding breadcrumbs to  the birds, and Gavin was standing by a tree, taking a photo. All is well and good until he hears a little voice. 

“cuse me!” Gavin looks around before looking down. In front of him there’s a little girl. no older than four.  She was wearing a pastel pink dress, covered in flowers with little butterfly clips throughout her dark curls. 

“Cuse me!” she repeated.“are you lost? little one”  Gavin replied confused but amused at the child’s pronunciation 

“Your verry pwetty!” The little girl bounced on her tiptoes, with a joyful smile. Which made Gavins heart squeeze. 

“why thank you. Your a little princess peach yourself”

“Tank You sir!” Gavin here’s an older woman’s voice calling  “Delaney! You gotta stay by mama baby!” The little girl looks back at Gavin and waves goodbye before running back to her mom. Gavin looks and sees the little girls mom  sitting on on a blanket on the grass with a smaller baby crawling around in front of her.

Ah yes. babies 

One of the most confusing forms of human.

Gavin stood there and thought about it for a few minutes.  he’s seen photos of his friends and even his partner as little squishy babies. and his heart fills up every time. Similarly to seeing a puppy, or a kitten.

 Him and freelancer had babysat for some friends in the past. And every time it was the same feeling. The baby would smile and giggle. and Gavins heart would squeeze. and his smile would grow. The best example of this feeling would be their empathy demon Bestie Caelum. 

Gavin thought about when he would come to visit and how he would ask to do Gavin���s hair. And they would sit in front of the TV and eat snacks until freelancer would come home and see them cuddling passed out on the couch. Or how anytime Caelum would be upset  Gavin would give him a big hug and a kiss on the forehead telling him everything was gonna be OK.

He was so occupied with his thoughts he didn’t even realize freelancer was calling him 

“GAVIN!” he snapped out of it and looks to see freelancer, signaling him over  “The boys just got here! You good?” “i’m fine deviant just lost in. Thought is all”

The hike continued. The group was walking  enjoying the scenery. Gavin and Huxley being a little further behind. Huxley was paying close attention to the flowers and the vines. Gavin was simply lost in thought. 

“you good Gavin?” Huxley nudged his shoulder as they kept walking “what?. oh. I’m fine  just thinking” “about what? If you don’t mind me asking” “……babies” Huxley cocked his head like a confused puppy  “babies? Like human babies?” “Yes. I have been seeing babies and younger kids a lot recently. Freelancer says that that’s common in the spring. but it’s weird” “weird how?” Gavin hesitates before speaking  “babies are like little confused. Adorable filterless creatures, and every time I see one, it makes my heart squeeze” Huxley thinks for a moment  “….. so like baby fever?” Gavin gives him a slightly concerned look “…..what does that mean?” “at least how my moms described it.  baby fever is when you see a really cute baby or really cute baby related things and it makes you want one. My mom always described it as babies giving your heart a little hug” 

Then it clicked.

“i’ll think about that. Thank you” “no problem dude!”

They continued to hike until sundown then they headed back to their cars. After saying good bye Gavin and freelancer left for home.

 The car ride home was silent  for about five minutes until 

“freelancer…..I want a baby” freelancer slowly opens their mouth, letting it hang a gap before speaking  “i’msorryWhat?” “you heard me a baby….a mini squishy deviant with horns” 

Freelancer sat there completely flabbergasted 

“……how long have you been thinking about this?” “well I’ve noticed it for quite a while, but didn’t have a name for the feeling until now.  I want a baby”  freelancer quickly looks down at Gavins crotch before looking at their own and then looking up at the road 

“Gavin…..honey….do you know how mortal babies are conceived?……we can’t….do that…” “then let’s do it like Huxley’s moms” “baby that takes a lot of time and money and research…and i’m still in school…”

Freelancer catches a quick glance at Gavin’s face. “I…um..hey….I would love to have a family. Especially a family with you so……let’s sleep on it OK” freelancer puts a hand on Gavin’s thigh and Gavin looks up at them with bright eyes  “let’s give it a week and if you’re still thinking about it… then will do some research for a little further in the future….ok” “you don’t have to say that if you don’t want one deviant” “no Gavin. It’s a really good idea. I just haven’t thought about it much at all..but that’s definitely a conversation that we should have just…..maybe not while I’m driving”

Gavin nodded. And the car ride continued as normal. when they got home and we’re getting ready for bed the conversation continued.

“so Huxley told you about baby fever” Gavin laid  down and arched his back into a stretch “I thought it was some form of human illness until he explained it” “you know I didn’t even know demons could get baby fever..” “oh, deviant I do remember me saying, in the heat of passion that I wanted to Breed yo-UGH” before he could finish freelancer shoved a pillow in his face  “that’s enough of that! I have class in the morning!” “Well just know. It was always on the table~” Freelancer, turns off the lamp and lays next to him, resting their head on his chest

 “good night my love”

“night baby”

“also let it be known that we would have the cutest Kids”

“goodnight Gavin.”

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 as someone who can’t have children, and has no desire to have a child. This one was not easy to write. so forgive me if it’s dumb. 

TAG: @puffin-smoke @froggytimemachineinternet @evansotherthoughts @themeridian

I forgot to tag someone I’m sorry 



[ferris-the-wheel]

m!MC x TWST characters

TW: None

You were wondering what to get your boyfriend as a gift. Obviously, you also wanted it to be a well-thought-out gift as well. You aren't good at this sort of thing. Hm......

"Maybe that will work?" You just had to make sure you caught him in his room so no one butt in.

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"Hey, Idia?" You opened his door, hiding his gift behind it. He turned and had a look of confusion on his face. "What are you hiding?" He asked with a suspicious tone.

"Um... I wanted to get you a gift but I couldn't think of anything to get you... except for this." You said, holding out a fluffy grey cat. It had a blue and black ribbon tied around its neck. Idia's eyes lit up, and he shot up from his gaming chair. He immediately grabbed the cat from you and started petting it.

"Aw, such a pwetty kitty, so cute!" He crooned, rubbing behind its ears and under its chin. It started purring. Idia flopped down onto his bed, cradling the cat while petting its belly.

"He's so cute! Oh, what should I name you? Hmmm...." Idia was fanboying over the cat, who was eating up the attention. "What about Gizmo?" You suggested. Idia nodded. "Gizmo it is! Oh, such a cute widdle kitty, you! Oh, who's a pwetty kitty?" Yep, he was totally obsessed.

"Oh, that reminds me, Gizmo's gonna need a litter box and stuff." You said. "I got cat food for him, and bowls. I figured that—"

"Don't worry, I'm gonna make a state-of-the-art litter box for Giz. And some toys. Ooo, maybe a cat run? Oh, yeah, I can install it on the wall!" Idia was off in his own little world now. Knowing how he was with cats, you knew that he would probably be totally tunnel-visioned for the rest of the day.

You left the room, feeling very happy with yourself. You'd never seen him so happy since you two started dating. As you walked down the hallway, you laughed to yourself, picturing Idia gaming with Gizmo on his lap.

"Y/N...? What are you doing?" Trey stood behind you. Shit. You spun around to face him, painfully aware that his gift was being noisy in the room behind you. "Uh....."

"Y/N? What's in my room?" He asked. Your mind blanked, unable to think of an excuse. "Um... an animal." You said.

"An animal?! What animal?!" Trey asked, trying to get into his room. You blocked him. "Can you wait for five minutes?" You pleaded. Trey gave you a dubious look, but stopped trying to get past you. "Five minutes." He sighed.

. . .

"You got me... guinea pigs?" Trey said, looking at the small rodents in a cage by his bed. There were four of them in the cage. You picked up the red one. "This one's the fiestiest." You said. Trey sighed, then he smiled. "I guess I should come up with names for them." He said.

"Okay, how about this one?" You handed him the guinea pig. He held it carefully. "I'm thinking... Paprika." He said with a sheepish grin. You nodded. "And this one?" You handed him a white and beige one. "Nutmeg." He responded.

"Her?" You held up a grey one. He thought for a moment. He shrugged with a laugh. "Pepper, I guess?" You laughed as well. You held up the last one, brown and white. "Maybe... Basil?"

"Basil, then." He said. He now had all four guinea pigs swarming on his lap, squeaking and trying to climb up his arms. "I still need to buy food for them, and a water bowl or something." He said, putting Nutmeg on one shoulder and Pepper on the other. Basil settled down on his left knee, while Paprika claimed his right.

"Don't worry about all that. The food and stuff is under your bed. I came prepared." You said. Trey looked at you, surprised then said, "And this is why I love you."

"Who's that?" Epel asked as you walked into his room. "Is it yours?" He asked. You set down the cream colored puppy on the ground. "No, it's yours." You said. He looked confused.

"I don't own a dog." He said. The small puppy bounced over to him, a purple collar with a neat red bow around its neck. "Now you do." You said, suppressing a laugh at Epel's shocked face.

"But Vil would never let me have a dog in the dorm!" He said, now looking sad. "Don't worry about that, Vil approved. He gave me the bow." You replied. "I managed to convince him that you'd listen to him more if he let you keep the dog. So you better not make me look bad." You warned him.

Epel looked at you in shock, then hurried over to you and hugged you tightly. You hugged him back for a second. "Um, Epel, I like living, but I won't be much longer if you keep hugging me so tightly." You wheezed. He was surprisingly strong.

"Eh!— Sorry!" He exclaimed, releasing you and scooping up the puppy that was prancing around his feet. "Ah reckon Ah should give ya a name." He said to the dog, not noticing his accent. "How 'bout Dixie? Maybe a bit basic, but Ah like the name. So how 'bout it, Dixie?"

Dixie yapped and started licking Epel's face and he fell backward in surprise. Dixie's tail wagged a mile a minute as Epel laughed. You saw Rook poke his head in the door, probably to see what the noise was. When he saw Epel, he smiled and disappeared.

Finally, Epel said up, Dixie romping around in circles around him. You handed Epel a leash and nodded to Dixie. "Think she wants to go on a walk?"

You held the open box firmly as you knocked on Riddle's door. You'd made sure that the bottom of the box had something soft on it.

"Come in!" You heard his voice call, so you opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. Riddle was at his desk and he looked up as you walked in. His eyes immediately went to the box. "What's that?" He asked.

"A surprise." You said, placing the box down on his desk. He looked suspiciously between you and the box, then peered over the top. He let out a yelp of surprise. "What did you do?!" He asked, holding up the hedgehog skillfully. "What did you do to the color?"

You probably should've expected this to happen. "Hold on, Riddle, don't freak out, let me explain!" You said loudly, holding up your hands. He quieted, setting the hedgehog back into the box. He crossed his arms. "It's not one of the Heartslaybul hedgehogs, I swear. I got it from a pet store. I figured that you could use some company when you're studying, so I wanted to get you a pet. Since I've heard you're good with the other hedgehogs, I figured that'd be a good choice." You hurriedly explained.

Riddle's expression changed from anger to shock in seconds. He hesitantly picked up the hedgehog again, this time looking at it with what you assumed hoped was adoration. The hedgehog snuffled around in his palm, looking for food. Riddle held it at face level. "I think I'm going to call you Button." He said to the animal.

"Button?" You inquired. He pointed to its nose. "Its nose looks like a button." Riddle stated. You couldn't help it and laughed. Riddle looked offended. "What? Do you not like the name I picked?" You backtracked quickly. "No, no, the name is fine. It's just— like you." You said. It seemed just like a name Riddle would pick out.

"Um... thank you. And I apologize for jumping to conclusions earlier." He added, an awkward look passing over his face. You smiled, waving it off. "Don't worry about it."

"You are not giving Kalim a pet! He can barely look after himself as it is! It'll end up being me dealing with it while he plays with it. As if I need another thing added to my workload!" Jamil said sternly. You'd come across him while heading to Kalim's room.

"Oh, come on. If you just say that he'll have to get rid of it if he doesn't take care of it, he'll be just fine." You reasoned. Jamil scowled. "We both know that's not true." You frowned in return.

"Okay, well, if I tell him, he's bound to listen. After all, he'd never intentionally upset anyone, least of all me." You were grasping at straws here, trying to find something to convince Jamil not to turn your gift away. Jamil gave an exasperated sigh, turning his head.

"Actually, you're probably right about that... Fine, I'll let you give him that, but while you're telling him to take care of it, make sure to let him know that he's only allowed to throw parties once a month." Jamil said. "If he fights it, tell him it'll make his new furry friend anxious." He added with a crafty smile.

"You're certainly clever. Trying to lessen your workload, I see." You laughed, continuing on your way to Kailm's room. You knocked on the door. "Yeah, what is it?" A cheery voice called from the other side. You entered his room and set down the very heavy creature, unable to hold its weight anymore. Kalim looked over, then gave a gasp of surprise. He shot off his bed.

"Oh, such a giant bunny!" He squealed, sitting down. It sniffed his hair, probably deciding whether or not to start eating it. You dropped down on the floor beside Kalim. "Is this yours? Why didn't you tell me you had such a giant bunny?" Kalim asked. "It's actually a gift from me to you. But Jamil made sure to tell me that if you don't properly take care of it, you'll have to get rid of it." You said.

"Of course I'd take care of him— her—?" He now was confused. "It's a boy." You said. Kalim nodded. "Of course I'll take care of him!" You grinned, then remembered the condition Jamil had set. "Oh yeah, Jamil also said that you're going to have to cut down on parties to once a month." You said. Kalim looked up in surprise. "Cut down on parties? Why?"

"Because it'd stress out the bunny if there are constantly parties being thrown." You said, using Jamil's excuse. You marveled at Jamil's ability to spin such convincing lies. Kalim seemed sad, but looked down at his new pet (who was eating the carpet now) and smiled. "That's okay! I don't want to make Jouri uncomfortable." He conceded.

"You've already decided on a name?" You asked. Kalim smiled, coaxing the large bunny onto his lap and petting it. "Yep! After a rose that's found in the desert, the damask rose." You nodded. Kalim seemed to think about something for a moment. Then he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek, wrapping you as best he could into a hug without disturbing Jouri.

"Thank you so much!" He said, tears forming in his eyes. "This is the best day ever! Except maybe when we started dating." He said, pausing. "I think both days are equal." You chuckled, moving closer so that he could sit comfortably with Jouri in his lap but still hug you. "Yeah, me too."

Boo!! 🧡 Here is a random idea that came to mind. Sorry that Kalim's part is a bit longer than the others. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I tried to make the animals/names match the characters and what they would probably name a pet if they had one (hence Trey's). I actually started this a few days ago, but my motivation took a vacation, so... Well, bye now~~!!

Also, I did not proofread this, I'm tired, so please ignore any mistakes.

[showtoonzfan]

Just want to preface this by saying i love ur analysis sm- u put my exact thoughts into words when i cant verbalise whats wrong with a particular writing decision 🥲🥲

Anyway, smth ive noticed is how... little time vivzie actually spends on writing or characterizing or fleshing out her characters.

Which has to be the weirdest thing so far bc every writer and artist ive met agree that its the best part of making an oc! Its so fun to think of backstories and tie that into their current personality and generally just figuring out random details to get to know your characters!

Like, my ocs are my best friends, i know everything abt them from their trauma and childhoods, to their favourite food and music.

But time and time again she proves that her characters are at best acquaintances... the fandom fleshes out the characters so well and with so much love and care and thought that vivzie herself cant do and its just sad.

Not even mentioning the hundreds of retcons and how characters will just change personality randomly or act out of character which results in the work feeling like a fanfic of itself. (Ironic considering some fanfics have better and more consistent characterisation)

It feels like shes making it up as she goes, instead of having an actual plan. Just shoving random ideas she likes or picks up from the much more creative fandom into the 2 shows without actually stopping and thinking abt the consequences or implications.

Theres so many decisions shes made that irk me so bad... the ideas individually have potential but they either dont fit the show or have to make huge retcons and result in the plot not making any sense.

Also, ngl but she has the worst case of tell dont show ive ever seen my god 😭😭 like... you realise you have to show things instead of just fucking singing it or having a character say it??? Or is that another thing that the fandom has to do so they can convince themselves that the show has good characters??

Atp idk how to salvage the show... i keep finding more and more plotholes and unless i literally turn my brain off and only focus on haha funny dick joke or pwetty colors, these questions keep popping into my head making it a painful unenjoyable experience.

Again, if the fandom has to justify your bad nonsensical hypocritical worldbuilding then you failed. Massively.

Anyway im very sleepy rn just wanted to rant a bit bc im a writer and artist myself and it pisses me off how someone gets their show on the air and still doesnt care abt putting in effort into their plot or characters beyond aesthetics and random ideas that dont go well together...

You’re speaking facts! And it’s honestly like..kinda funny too that people who have their own OC’s can flesh them out and deep dive into their arcs/backstories ect, yet a professional showrunner who’s had these characters for YEARS can’t even give the majority of her characters flaws or quirks, or even consistency, same goes for Helluva Boss.

Viv is a really good example at letting inspired writers know what not to do when making a story and characters so at least they have that lol.

[lorcandidlucienwill]

inspired by a post from @clockwork-ashes Eris walked into the ballroom, already bored. The same shallow people he'd appeased a thousand times, he had to entertain again. Paste on his perfect courtly smile and pretend he didn't hate their guts. Pretend to be perfectly unaware that most here wished death on him and his family. Even wished death on the youngest in the family, who was just a kid. Lucien was the only bright spot in all this. It was his first event of the sort, and he'd been very nervous. "But, Ewis, what if they hate me?" Lucien had asked, staring up at him with his big brown eyes. Their mother's eyes. He stood on a little stool in front of the mirror in a little blue tunic, body language filled with uncertainty. Eris sighed, kneeling before him. He pulled out a little gold bow tie and began to place it on Lucien. Lucien squealed and wiggled away, but Eris put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on now, Lu. The bow tie will finish the look. Make you look very smart." Lucien grinned at that, showing his baby teeth. "I am vewy smawt!" Eris chuckled, patting his shoulder. He had had a hand in all of his brothers' childhoods, but none more so than Lucien. Beron had practically thrown him into Eris's arms as soon as he was born. As a result, Lucien barely even knew his father. "Come on, little man," Eris said, offering his hand. Lucien took it, so very small compared to his.

Even now in the ballroom, Lucien refused to let go of his hand. "Lulu, you can let go," Eris said a little exasperatedly, but he secretly adored it. Children were so much more genuine than fully grown Fae; Lucien clung to him because he wanted to be with him. He was the cutest. "I don't like all these stwange people looking at me, Ewis," Lucien complained. "They don't look nice." "That's because they're not, Lulu. Many of these people are very mean, in fact. Don't trust them." Lucien stared at Eris, and there was real fear in his eyes. So, Eris scooped little Lucien up and placed him on his shoulders. "There, you're king of the world now. No one will dare question you," he soothed Lucien. That wholesome smile returned. "I am Lu, High Lowd of Autumn! Bow befowe me!" Eris went around greeting all the courtiers, who all beamed at his baby brother residing on his shoulders, cooing at him. Lucien was the perfect little courtier, grinning at them all and even offering a hand for a handshake above Eris's head. Later, Eris felt a little tug in his hair. "What?" Eris asked the little rascal on his shoulder. "That lady is pwetty! You should dance with her!" He pointed to a bronze-skinned brunette in a red dress across the room laughing with some folks of the High Fae. Eris sighed. Already trying to get Eris to dance; the courtier incarnate, indeed. "It's rude to point, Lulu," he said, but he listened to him, walking towards the beauty. "Hello, miss. I am Eris Vanserra, and this little man above me is my brother, Lucien. May I have a dance?" The woman stared him down appraisingly with her near-black eyes. "Melody Visvadara. And yes, you may." She winked at Lucien. "Especially you, Lucien." If people thought it was odd that the High Lord's heir was dancing with a lady while his brother still sat on his shoulders, no one dared question it. Especially when his dancing was still absolute perfection and Lucien giggled in delight at every twist and turn. No, all they could do was watch and admire the Vanserra brothers with envy in their hearts.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

okay but WHAT IF

engel asks for a custom dildo specifically molded after his cock. könig gets it, he understands, she gets lonely when he’s not around, and as a gift he does allow her that one thing.

but suddenly, one day, while getting freaky, she pops the question, “what if i used your own cock on you?” and something like, “will you let me fuck you if i had a strap with your dick on it? will you take it like i did?” and she’s not even being dominant about it, she just babbles it out all cutesy and needy just how he likes it cause she knows that he could never say no to her when she’s like that.

and könig is just so conflicted. he wants to say no and abide by traditional norms of sex, but it’s his engel and not only that, but… you can’t tell me he wasn’t even remotely curious about exploring that particular side of sex, a woman lovingly fucking another man with a strap, something about being able to be completely and utterly vulnerable with her on that level, and feel pleasure from it all too… it’s like she’s reawakening something in him that he’s been shoving down for years because… issues…

what will könig do?

YES YES YESSS!! ❤️

I was thinking about this exact scenario and you're so lovely to send me such poetry about this because König getting pegged with his own dick?!??! I'm biting the dry wall, the screen, the bars of my enclosure because this would make his brain tick and itch and *explode*. Because:

1. Engel is a freaky girl and would def suggest something like this and in such a cute, adorable, innocent way too that König nearly melts on the spot.

2. And you're so right: he can't say no to her. He can't deny his sweet angel anything so of course she gets what she wants.

3. The thought of trying his own dick also does things to him. He doesn't know what it is and why the fuck would he even want to try it, but hey, it is what it is and he's going to take it like a man. (We already know it's his suppressed homoerotic tendencies having a ball here but would he ever acknowledge them in any way? Haha nope. Also even the thought of trying his own cock gives him some sort of sick satisfaction 👀)

4. "Will you take it like I did?" combined with Engel's *innocent angel blinking* would be the last straw. He can fucking take it, no problem.

5. König looks all but confident when the time comes though. Nu-uh, this was a big mistake, a huge mistake, what the hell, how can Engel take all of this—

Meanwhile Engel is like "Baby, are you okay? 😥"

König: "Ja ja ja, keep going, all good..."

6. Even with the proper prepping, the abundant encouragement and soft giggles he receives from his sweet angel, it's an arduous business! Most extreme things he has ever done, and that's saying something...

But because Engel is a sweet little thing, she makes love to him very gently and he ends up cumming in record time, all over himself, after sweating a bucket and gritting his teeth and shedding a few tears of love and frustration and pleasure ❤️

Engel looks a bit disappointed because "Already...?" :(( Does this mean no more pegging...?

(And also: did she do well? ❤️ Will she get treats and praises and kisses now? Maybe some fingering and tongue, pwetty please?)

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 3

When Angela arrived at the therapist’s office, she waved happily at the receptionist.

“You look, like, totally pwetty today!” said the bimbo.

“You look pwetty too!” said Angela. And she meant it. The receptionist’s pigtails were so cute! For a moment Angela wished her own hair was in pigtails, but then she remembered that was only really meant for little girls, even if they did look really good on the woman in front of her. Her own hair was in a ponytail today, tied back with a large pink scrunchie. That was much more respectable and grown-up. She wasn’t a ditzy receptionist after all.

Eric led her by the hand into the office itself, where the therapist was waiting with the tablet in his hands.

Angela squealed excitedly when she saw it, and the two men laughed.

“Here you go, sweetie,” the therapist said, handing her the screen once she’d settled down on the sofa next to Eric. Her husband had his arm around her waist, holding her body close to him.

“Is it safe if I see the screen?” he asked the therapist.

“It’s fine. The program only affects girls like little Angela here.”

Angela didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she didn’t care. The tablet had come to life, and she was engrossed in the wonderful, beautiful sparkling spirals once again.

“You like your pretty lights, don’t you Angela?” the therapist asked her.

She nodded. They were so pretty.

“Good girl. We’re going to have another talk, sweetie, just like we did yesterday. You wet the bed last night, didn’t you Angela?”

Angela turned red, but nodded again. It was so embarrassing to talk about, even though she knew the therapist was a professional. It was much easier to let herself be drawn in by the bright colours.

“That’s right. You woke up in a yucky wet diaper. You’re such a stupid baby, aren’t you Angela?”

Angela blushed even more brightly. Stupid? She wasn’t stupid, was she? She wasn’t a stupid baby. She shook her head, frowning.

“Look at the lights, little one. A clever, grown-up woman wouldn’t have wet the bed. She wouldn’t have soaked her night-time nappy like a silly little two-year-old, Angela. Only a baby would do something like that. A stupid, overgrown baby like you. We already agreed that you’re a dumb bitch, remember? Well, being a stupid baby too isn’t much different, is it?”

Angela shook her head again, but she couldn’t tell whether she was agreeing with him or not. Maybe she was stupid. A stupid baby.

“That’s right, it’s very similar. You’re just a stupid baby. A stupid baby who wets the bed. But it’s not so bad being a baby. You get to be taken care of all the time, and you like being taken care of, don’t you Angela? Like a princess?”

Angela nodded, still staring at the swirling lights. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? To be treated like a princess? That’s why she’d married Eric in the first place, she remembered. So he’d look after her. So she could live like a princess.

“Yes, you’re a stupid baby who needs someone to take care of her. You need someone to look after you because you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Angela?”

Angela focused, trying to clear her mind of the fuzziness. Something about this didn’t feel right. Was she a dirty girl? She wasn’t sure. It sounded familiar. In fact, she’s sure she’s thought of herself as a dirty girl before. A bit dirty. A bit naughty. She’d done some dirty things hadn’t she? She’d done some dirty things with men who weren’t her husband. But the therapist didn’t know about that, did he?

“You’re a dirty girl, Angela. A messy girl. A messy girl who needs someone to take care of her and clean her up.”

Angela frowned. Messy? No… she was dirty. Not messy. But weren’t they the same thing? Her head felt like it was full of cotton candy. She was probably confused. She could be so stupid sometimes. She was a stupid baby.

“You make all kinds of messes, sweetie. You make messes in your diapers, and not just at night…”

The therapist kept talking, but Angela lost herself in the colours on the screen. She was such a silly, messy girl. She needed her Daddy. She needed her Dada.

She became vaguely aware that someone was taking off her clothes. Was it Eric? Were they going to fuck? Even though she was a stupid baby, she was also a dumb bitch. And dumb bitches got fucked whenever a man wanted to fuck them. But no, she wasn’t getting fucked. Someone was changing her into her nappy. Was it bedtime? No, it didn’t matter that it was bedtime. Stupid babies needed to wear their nappies all the time.

“…but when you’re at home, there won’t be any need for other clothes,” the therapist was saying. “You like it when Daddy looks at your naked body. You’re a dirty girl. It’s silly to have your boobies out all the time, and you love being silly. And your Daddy needs to be able to see if you need your diaper changed too, because you’re such a stupid baby that you won’t even tell him if you’re wet or messy. You’ll wait to be checked like a silly little girl.”

Angela nodded. She was so silly. So stupid.

“…and if Daddy’s going to be taking care of you, it’s only fair that you treat him with respect, wouldn’t you agree? You need to look up to your husband more, Angela, and I know the perfect way to do that. All you have to do is…”

The therapist’s words echoed in the back of her mind, settling there. She felt dumb. She felt ditzy. Ditzy like the receptionist. Was Angela like her? She frowned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be like her. Hadn’t Angela hated her at the beginning? Hadn’t she thought the receptionist was a bimbo? A vapid, overgrown six-year-old?

She realised she was still staring at the swirling patterns on the tablet with her mouth open, a line of drool hanging from her lips. “Something’s wrong…” she mumbled, interrupting the therapist. “I’ve been acting wike… like a child. You’ve been doing something to me… Eric’s been…”

She had to look away from the lights. She had to stop this. Otherwise she was going to end up like that moron on reception, some sick little fetish fantasy for her husband. Worse. She’d be lucky to end up as mature as that brainless bimbo. Daddy… Eric had something else in mind for her. Bedwetting. Nappies. He wanted to take away her adulthood. He wanted to punish her for cheating on him! That’s what all this was about!

“Not to worry,” said the receptionist, chuckling. “This always happens around this point. The suggestions get a bit much for the poor little girls. They still have their dignity, somewhere deep down. But it’s no use.”

Before Angela could do anything, the lights on the tablet became even brighter, brilliantly bright. They swirled faster on the screen, and Angela felt herself slipping back into them. No… She had to stop looking. She didn’t want to be turned into a big baby! She didn’t deserve this… She deserved… She deserved to be looked after. Yes. She deserved to be treated like a princess. A little princess… A sweet, innocent little princess who never says no to Daddy.

Angela blinked, and the session was over. The pretty lights had gone! She pouted and looked up at the two men. Eric was on his feet and the therapist was talking to him, saying some grown-up stuff she didn’t understand. Something about a woman’s rightful place, whatever that was.

Angela got up too, her diaper crinkling loudly under her frock and squishing between her legs. She must have peed in it at some point, but she didn’t remember when. Little girls like her couldn’t tell when they went potty in their pants. The soggy thing peaked out below the hem of her dress by at least two inches. Angela blushed. It was embarrassing, but she knew it didn’t matter if people saw her wet nappy. She was just a stupid baby.

“And she won’t need any more sessions?” Daddy asked the therapist.

“No. The conditioning takes a little time to fully sink it, but she’ll be all done by tonight.”

The two men shook hands.

“Ready to go home, baby girl?” Daddy cooed, turning to look at her.

Angela replied with a big smile, and held out her hand for Daddy to hold.

“Good girl,” he said, and her princess parts tingled delightfully.

They walked home together just like they had yesterday. He walked smoothly while she toddled along beside him, her diaper pushing her thighs apart like the big dumb baby she was, and she didn’t let go of his hand once until they were all the way home.