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mel-13-29 · 1 year

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"Don't Push Your Luck"

|summary| waking up in the middle of the night Wednesday wakes up from your shuffling. warnings: fluff fluff fluff if that's even a warning idk okay ~~~~~~ Waking up in the middle of the night was not what you expected. Well you kinda expected it since you were studying all day, shuffling across the bed that Wednesday had also hearing snores from her roommate Enid, hearing that you sighed not quite enough for anyone to hear though, getting up from the beg quietly as to not disturb you girlfriend for six months, you go to the bathroom that's near, as to just do your business. Opening the bathroom door, making sure to close the light and opening it again so no one wakes up, rubing your eyes from the light after flushing you get out of the bathroom just as you were about to close the light you hear shuffling thinking it was Wednesday you panic a bit thinking you woke her up, until she speaks, "What are you doing up so late?" she says in her normal voice well kinda whispering as to not wake up her roommate. "I wasn't suppose to wake you i just went to use the bathroom." you say whispering as well, seeing as it was useless cause you were standing next to the bathroom door. seeing as she wasn't saying anything you walk to the bed hopeing to go to sleep. but that doesn't work out since you still awake you didn't want to wake Wednesday from her precious beauty sleep (that just what you call it) but you wanted cuddles, yeah cuddles even for a night it would be amazing, with the Wednesday Addams. cuddles you see Wednesday has never had a good relationship with cuddling with anything or anyone, even though how much you knew this you still wanted them, like imagine how much you could brag about the Wednesday Addams, the one who would rather die then fall in love, well you already proved that wrong, well you think so, you haven't said the L word yet even though you desperately want to, your sure that Wednesday would never say it first, haha no way. having what you were going to say memorized and said in your head you slowly creep your hand to her shoulder jumping a bit from the sudden hand that interrupts. "what are you doing" she says in her normal voice "I didn't think you were awake" you nervously "stop avoiding the question you always do this what were you going to do" she says trying to get the answer from you. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to cuddle" "No" she says sternly "but I cant sleep Wednesday please" "only once never again" "wait actually? I didn't think you would agree" "yes do it quickly before I change my mind" she only allowed you to have your head on her shoulder and your hands around her stomach but you were happy with that. "maybe we should do this again sometime" "don't push your luck."

#wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #fluff #no smut #idk what to put here #haha

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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If you're able to do a story based on Katy Perry's The One That Got Away where the reader is immortal or a vampire and they were connected with Goody Addams (basically had a relationship or smthng with her idk her age) but moments before she was burned to death they had a "In another life I'll look for you" type of moment and R cant do anything because they were tied and held back forcing to watch Goody die the way she did. Then to the present, R finds Wednesday amidst the crowd and they just push through the crow to get to Wednesday hugged her while Wednesday has a vision of the R and Goody's past and they have this "I found you" , "You found me" moment. THANK YOU

I am OBSESSED with this premise, you're a GENIUS

i found you

“Goody, no!”

Your eyes flew open as the dark room enveloped you. The air was cold and the sound of the fan mixed with the rain outside to form the perfect sleeping conditions. It truly was a shame you had been awakened by yet another nightmare.

No, not another one. The same one.

Slowly, you sat up and rubbed the remaining sleep from your eyes. It seemed it was going to be another early day, just like yesterday. And the day before, and the day before that. Gods, you just couldn’t manage to get Goody’s burning face out of your mind. Hundreds of years had passed and you still couldn’t force yourself to forget.

A familiar burning sensation seared down your throat once your body had finally woken up enough to comprehend it’s needs. With a sigh, your feet hit the cold ground and you dug your toes into the rug before standing up. The fridge was only a few feet away in your tiny studio apartment, but still too far when it was this early.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you slammed your fridge door closed. Seemed you had run out of blood faster than anticipated. Well, it was a rainy day; you could pick someone out pretty easily and no one would be the wiser.

You sat down on your couch and turned to the first senseless show you could find at such an early hour. Something about restaurants, you didn’t really care to pay attention. Its only purpose was to kill time until you could reasonably walk around outside without drawing too much attention.

But the wait was torture. As the show droned on in the background, your mind drifted back to that day. To that day all those years ago where you were forced to watch the most painful thing you had ever witnessed, worse even than your own turning. The memories felt like a vice grip around your unbeating heart, squeezing what little life was left out of the cold muscle.

You wiped the tears away once the clock struck seven. No more use in sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, it was time to hunt. There was no need to try and protect yourself from the rain; you simply grabbed your coat so you could blend in with the rest of the morning crowd.

The smell of rain calmed the nerves that never seemed to truly disappear. It didn’t matter how many times you had actually hunted, a small part of you remained nervous with every outing. Maybe it was the fact that you were taking a part of someone’s life, you weren’t entirely sure. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t going to stop you. If Crackstone could be celebrated for his bigotry, you could live with taking just a bit of life force from a normie.

Call it reparations.

The streets were far more crowded than you had anticipated; a bigger selection, but far riskier. Good, it always added a sense of adventure. You found a nice stoop to hang out in as you watched the crowd walk by, your eyes searching each and every face that passed in an attempt to find your target.

Until your eyes froze on a familiar face, familiar hair, familiar eyes. A face that you would have recognised even in the darkest of nights. One that you hadn’t seen outside of your nightmares in over 200 years. And there she was, walking amongst the common folk as if she had not a care in the world.

You had to get back to her.

Wednesday loved the rain; the sound it made when falling against the umbrella, the smell of it on the concrete, everything about it. So she could be forgiven for deciding to walk that morning instead of having Lurch take her to her final destination. Her umbrella kept her dry and everyone gave her a wide berth.

Even with the space everyone was giving her, Wednesday could still see that someone was parting the crowd like the red sea. There was no chance she was going to move, not for some entitled asshole that was coming directly at her and-

-she felt arms envelope her in a hug so tight she almost couldn’t breathe.

The crowd around her vanished and was replaced by a different crowd, one full of pilgrims. The moon shone down on the screaming and cheering crowd and Wednesday pushed her way through to the center. There Crackstone stood next to a wooden pyre, and someone who looked just like her was tied up; Goody Addams, her mind told her.

Across the clearing was another pyre, one with someone else tied to it. You. You were struggling against the ropes, but the pilgrims around you kept you contained. One of the pilgrims carried a torch over to Goody, prepared to drop it at the bottom of the pyre.

“Look for me,” Goody said, her eyes staring at you and you only. There was an acceptance in her eyes, though it didn’t erase the fear.

“Goody, no!” You screamed once the pilgrim dropped the torch, and the roar of the fire echoed in Wednesday’s ears as she came back to the present.

She pulled back from the arms to see you, looking down at her with tears in your eyes and a pain on your face that Wednesday had seen only once. A look so full of fear and relief and absolute desperation. Your bottom lip quivered as your eyes scoured every inch of her face, her skin, her.

“I found you,” you mumbled, your words barely audible over the sound of the rain and Wednesday’s own heart.

“You found me,” she answered just as quietly, pulling you back into a hug and hearing a heartbeat that sounded familiar.

Sounded like home.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #requests

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Dos Oruguitas

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend helps you fall asleep with a lullaby after he sees you're still up waiting for him.

Warnings: A bit of hurt/comfort :)♡

A/n: I was listing to the Encanto soundtrack as I painted my room (it's finally purple!!) and when Dos Orugutias came on, all I could think about was Jake singing it to you 🥺 So, here you are. Please enjoy 💕

I do not own the rights to Dos Oruguitas; all credit goes to Lin Manuel Miranda.

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You sat by the window drinking a cup of luke warm camomile tea, watching the late night London traffic bustle about. You wondered what sort of things they could be doing at three in the morning on a Wednesday, but you figured you also didn't want to know.

The majority of people out at three in the morning were the same kind of people Khonchu has Marc, Steven, and Jake deal with. What that meant exactly; you also didn't want to know.

You weren't stupid. You've washed one too many blood stains out of their favorite articles of clothing before, but them not telling you exactly what they were doing left room for a chance that you were wrong.

So no, it didn't bother you that you had no idea where he was right now, or even what he was doing. He still hadn't answered your goodnight text from four hours ago, so he must be busy.

Doing what?

You took a long sip from your tea, closing your eyes because that somehow made the taste more intense. More comforting.

You flipped your phone over on the side table and turned it on to check the time.

3:56

"Where is he?" You mumbled, picking up the phone and dialing Marc's number, pressing it against your ear. You took a deep, calming breath as you listened to the drawn out rings while waiting for an answer.

"Hey, you've reached Marc Spector. Please leave your name and number and I'll-"

You hung up, his voicemail more painful than comforting at the moment. You stared back out at the city that somehow maintained a constant gloom even on it's sunniest days.

You didn't have to stay there for long, because soon you could hear Marc's keys jingle as he pressed his key into the lock.

You made your way into the kitchen and set your mug in the sink, turning to watch the door as Marc made his way inside. He first took his shoes off, then his coat, then his hat.

"Jake?" You watched him freeze, his wide eyes slowly sliding over to look at you.

"Mi amor? What are you doing up so late?" He asked as he made his way over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead as soon as he did.

You pulled him into a close hug, your body relaxing against the comfort of his strong, safe embrace. "You know I can't sleep without you guys." You mumbled against his chest, pressing a kiss above his heart.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I'm late, I got caught up with.." Jake paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. "Work.. Yeah.."

You nodded, reluctantly pulling away from him as you suppressed a yawn against the palm of your hand. "I'm just glad you're home. That's all that matters.

Jake pushed your hair out of your face and moved it behind your ear, proceeding to cup your cheek against his palm. "Si." He whispered, before guiding your face up to his, pressing a slow, passionate kiss against your lips.

As he slowly pulled away, you chased his lips, only successfully catching his bottom lip for a moment before he gently pushed you away, a deep chuckle erupting from his chest. "Come on. Let's get you to bed, cariño."

Jake held your hand as he lead you to your shared bed, pulling the blankets over your bodies as you cuddled up against his chest. He ran his hand along your back, drawing random shapes and letters with the tips of his fingers from time to time.

You looked up at him, watching as he suppressed a yawn of his own. "Jake?"

"Mhm?" He hummed, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling.

"Will you sing to me?"

Jake glanced at you, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Cantarte? ¿Qué quieres que te cante, mi amor?"

"Anything." You started to draw shapes of your own on his chest, smirking when he let out a quiet laugh and gently grabbed your hand.

"Will you stop tickling me?"

You nodded, your eyes lighting up with the hope of hearing him sing. It wasn't something he did often, but when he did, you could feel yourself falling in love all over again.

"And you'll go to sleep?"

You groaned, gently tapping his shoulder. "Jake! Please?"

"Alright, alright!" Jake laughed, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to the back. "Dios mio.." He shook his head and cleared his throat, then he began to hum a soft, lively tune.

"Dos oruguitas enamoradas. Pasan sus noches y madrugadas.." His quiet voice rasped against your ear as he gently pet your hair. "Llenas de hambre. Siguen andando y navegando un mundo.."

You finally let a yawn escape as you gently nuzzled your cheek against Jake's chest, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

"Que cambia y sigue cambiando. Navegando un mundo. Que cambia y sigue cambiando.." By the end of the song, you barely noticed that he began with mariposas instead of oruguitas, already fading into a deep slumber.

"Buenas noches, mariposa." Jake whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, holding you close as he too slipped into sleep.

Español - English

¿Qué quieres que te cante, mi amor? - What do you want me to sing, my love?

Cantarte? - Sing to you?

Mi amor - My love

Cariño - My sweet/my dear

Oruguitas - Caterpillars

Mariposa - Butterfly

Buenas noches - Goodnight

Dos oruguitas enamoradas

Pasan sus noches y madrugadas

Llenas de hambre

Siguen andando y navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Two oruguitas

In love and yearning

Spend every evening

And morning learning

To hold each other

Their hunger burning

To navigate a world

That turns, and never stops turning

Together in this world

That turns, and never stops turning

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sebsgirl71479 · 1 year

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London Nights

A Shoot your Shot add on.

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Actress Reader

Word count: 1,722 words

A/N: Yes, I started this story because of the most beautiful pictures of Sebastian Stan at the London premier of Sharper. This is in the same universe of Shoot your Shot but decided to give it a different name this time around. Again, reblogs are very much appreciated. Thank you to @christycurlswrites and all the ladies on my discord for encouraging me to write this even when I'm still in the middle of my Sebastian Stan!Mafia story

Warnings: 18+ no minors, Smut (pvp sex) Unprotected sex, Cussing, fluff. If i missed anything opps.

The week before valentine's day you and Sebastian were heading to London for press and the premier of his new movie Sharper for Apple+. You had never been to London and this was going to be amazing because you were going with your very sexy fiancé Sebastian. The flight was going to be super long so you left New York around 11:30 pm for you to arrive a little after 9am London time. You and Sebastian both wore comfortable sweatpants and hoodies for the flight since you were hoping to get a few hours of sleep on the flight. “Seb do we have to go through the regular TSA or do we have to pre-check?” “I made sure we got pre-check. So just in case there would be too many people at the airport we could just go right through and you wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable being searched.” “Thank you so much baby, I love you.” “I love you too draga”

You were both able to get 4 hours of sleep on the flight and so you didn't feel too tired when you got to Heathrow Airport. You each had a carryon and 1 large piece of luggage for your stay in england. Stepping out of the VIP area of the airport you were greeted by a man in a black suit and a sign saying ‘Mr Stan & Fiance’ “Well I guess this is for us huh honey?” “I guess so, very cool.” “Hello, I’m Mr Stan and this is my fiance Miss Y/L/N.” “It's good to meet you sir, if you will follow me, we will get your luggage into the car and head to your hotel.” You followed the driver to the curbside pickup and handed him your things. You got into the backseat waiting for Sebastian to finish speaking to the driver while helping him. That man will try his best to stay humble in any aspect, that's one of the reasons you love him so much. While you sat there you thought of the sexy lingerie you packed especially for the premier he is going to flip.

You were brought out of your dirty thoughts when Sebastain opened the door to get in the back with you. He slid over so he could be closer to you and wrap his arm around you. “I cant believe I’m in london with the love of my life and celebrate his newest movie.” you look up at him as you say the last part. “I’m glad you were able to come with me draga. Premiers make me more nervous than awards shows, I’m glad to have you by my side.” Sebastian gives you a kiss on the forehead and you snuggle closer to him as you drive through the streets of London. You settle into the hotel and spend the rest of the day relaxing on the couch in your room while Sebastain makes a few phone calls letting him know where his press interviews will be and with whom.

That evening you have room service brought to your room and have a nice romantic dinner. The next 2 days are spent following Sebastian to his interviews and in between interviews you chat with a few of his co-stars. In a flash Wednesday comes and it's the day of the premier. You have no clue what Michael, Sebs stylist put him in and you’re buzzing with excitement to see what he is wearing. You spend most of your time getting ready in the ensuite of the hotel room making sure your skin is glowing and your hair is perfect. You put on the lingerie you picked out for tonight and checked yourself in the mirror one more time before you opened the door to get your dress that was hanging on the room door. “Sebastian are you in the bedroom?” “Yes darling, I'm all dressed, just waiting for you to put on your dress.” When you exit the bathroom you see Sebastian looking in the mirror to make sure his suit is good. He hears you coming out and when you both lay eyes on each other it's like there is a jolt of electricity that hits both of you. There he stands, in an all black Prada suite with a long trench coat and turtleneck.

He is giving off major vampire vibes with his long hair loose and beard. “Fuck me.” you say quietly. At that moment Sebatian sees you in the lingerie you picked out and his eyes blow wide with lust. He rakes his eyes up and down your frame and starts slowly walking towards you. His gaze is so intense it's almost embarrassing how hot you’re getting from it. You're so turned on by his look your pussy is practically dripping with desire. “Sebastian?” “Draga, how much time do we have til we leave? Because I don't think we can go until I've had your perfect pussy wrapped around me.” “I think we have enough time, besides we can always be fashionably late.” At that moment Sebastain is on you and crashes his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You slide your hands up his arms and and push his coat off his shoulders and onto the floor. Sebastian has his hands on your shoulders gliding down the sheer lingerie to have access to your breast. He grabs ahold of them and you moan into his mouth.

He starts kissing down your neck at the same time removing the lingerie having it pool at your feet, when he comes back to your mouth you bring your hands to his belt and start removing it as well and unzipping his pants. You place your hand on his hard cock and gently tug on it. He breaks the kiss and bends down to bring your left breast into his mouth while pinching the right with his thumb and middle finger. “Oh god Seb, don't stop.” “I won't stop until you can barely walk tonight. Don't worry I’ll help you if needed.” With a devilish grin he brings his hands to the back of your thighs and hoists you up to his waist and brings you to the large king size bed. He gently lays you down on the bed. With your hair splayed across the bed and you in only your thong you look like a sex goddess. He finishes taking off his slacks and then his shirt keeping him in boxer briefs. He grabs his cock over his briefs trying to stave off the ache he has for you.

You lift your right hand and with your finger beg him to come to you, he obliges and starts crawling on top of you. Placing open mouth kisses up your body as he meets your lips in a bruising kiss. He is absolutely feral for you groping your breast and hips as he makes it down to the waistband of your thong. He takes it in his hands and rips it off your body. “I hope after this you weren't thinking of wearing these because i want you dripping my cum as we walk the premiere.” “I wouldn't have it any other way baby. Fucky me daddy!” Sebastian said screw it, no prep he rolled on top of you and started taking his underwear off and kicked them to the floor. He came back down and placed his forehead to yours while pumping his cock a few times before nugging your clit feeling how wet you are for him. “Oh god baby your so fucking wet, is this all for me?” “It’s all for you always.” Sebastian started inserting his cock into your weeping pussy inch by inch. You were so wet he could practically slide in with no problem which he did once he was halfway in and just slammed his cock the rest of the way elcting the most pornagraphic moan he has ever heard.

“Fuck baby that was the sexiest sound i have ever heard lets see if we can hear that again.” He started fucking so hard the headboard of the bed started hitting the wall. You were already in a haze with how relentless his was fucking you. Your hands started scratching down his back as the intensity of your organism was approaching. “Oh Sebastain, baby i'm so close, thats it right there don't stop. Oh god!” “I'm almost there too, baby come on cum with me. I want you to look at me when you cum.” You slowly open your eyes and are met by his sweaty face and eyes that will look into your soul. You hold his face and give him the same intensity. He can feel you choking his cock so hard and brings his hand between your bodies and starts circling your clit. You bring your legs around his waist and lock them in place at the ankles. Then with just 3 words you let go of an earth shattering orgasim. “Cum for daddy.” You are milking his cock so hard he can hardly move when his orgasim comes. “Holy shit baby, i cant stop cumming there's so much i can't stop.” He stays inside you for a few more minutes. “I love you so much Seb.” I love you too y/n, soon to be Mrs Stan. I like the sound of that.” He rolls off you and stands up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to wipe the little cum that is on your thighs. He still wants you dripping from your pussy tonight, no underwear.

After redoing your hair and make-up and getting your dress on finally, Sebastian gets dressed again and keeps his disheveled hair for the night. You make it to the movie premiere 10 mins late but are on time to have Sebastian take photos with his castmates. As you two sit to watch the movie you are squirming in your seat feeling Sebastian's cum dripping out. He notices this and brings his lips to your ear to whisper to you. “You okay baby? Is there something wrong?” You can hear the smile on his face, smug bastard. “No baby I'm good just can't wait till this is over so we can have round 2 maybe 3.” “God I love you so fucking much baby.”

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streaminn · 1 year

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Streamer Enid rarely brings her wife on. She has to deal with the media enough, she can't really imagine Willa would want to spend more time being watched. The few times she does join is while Enid's playing good horror games. And it need to be something incredible. She just kinda... sits? In the dark? Like a bat? A little goblin? She wears dark clothing, and because the camera is focused on Enid, you can't tell who's beside her.

Chat:

Darkenedfrogs: who's that next to you?? Bestie it's rude to hide things from your chat

"Oh!" Enid turns off her head to face the shadows, you can barely see the beginnings of a pale face "it's the wife!" Enid makes a show of propping her arms up in 'ta-da!' Fashion. No one can see what she's showing off in the dark.

Forestwater: a wife?? Does willa know?? 😔 😟 🙁 😥 😞 😿

"Guys- she- how dare!" Enid stammers, embarrassed.

"Yes, darling. Does Willa know?"

"Honey!"

Thismanatemyson: screaming crying throwing up i cant believe youd cheat on wednesday like this

Shakingbears: ayo whats your wifes @ she got a nice voice

"No- hey!" Enid points a finger at the camera, pouting "no flirting with the wife!"

"I should join your streams more often, Cara Mia."

HomosexualSimpson: i just lost my virginity from her voice

Bootbiter: bro did anyone else catch the stream where you could see the wifes hands?? because gawd DAMN

Mycatsnameismichael: this woman has no major identity and shes already got people asking if they can pay to be called a good boy/girl/toy

"Oh no," Enid whines "I've made a critical mistake- an oversight!"

"It's not that bad, dear."

"But it is! My chat's a buncha bottoms!"

"I mean..."

"Don't you dare!"

"So are you."

Darkenedfrogs: damn drag her ass wife

HomosexualSimpson: i thought it was public knowledge that Endespair was a bottom?? She dresses like that??

Yoshiwalksweird: i would give my life savings for your wife to choke me

"Guys!" Enid yelps, red-faced.

The chat explodes

"Dad's mad. scared 🥶 shaking 😱"

"sorry father figure"

"Sorry Daddy, we've been naughty"

"That's it! No wifey for a week!" Enid's neck whips around so hard it hurts "and you, young lady, are sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"Wait-" the wife starts, placing a cold hand on Enid's forearm "let's not be hasty-"

"The couch!"

It's quiet for a moment. The only sound you can hear is Enid's pc fans. Enid paused the game once the chat started going bonkers.

"...can I sleep in the bed if I bottom?"

"3 nights!"

"Wait-"

Wednesday did, in fact, sleep on the couch for 3 nights. No amount of pouting and promising to not speak of Enid being a bottom saved her.

(not the Enid bottom slander. Sorry yall if you came in for that but I'm a top Enid writer if the situation comes up)

"is my clothes that bad..?" Enid whines, looking down at her sweat shirt with the words sweatpants printed on it. "I think it's funny."

Wednesday leans back in bed while eyeing the cloth. "your humor is atrocious."

#Idt that's how endespair would deal with her chat #Considering that while they tease her #They know when to stfu when she tells them to be quiet #They're like the bros who teases you but are extremely supportive with the occasional homoerotic 'dam bro U looking fine asf tonight'

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stranger224 · 5 months

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Kinky Caption: Tabby Time

Tabby Time

“This was too much” Tabitha thought as she saw the giant plush bear her boyfriend, Matt had sent her as a present, the note on the bow said “For you to snuggle with when I’m out of town”. Tabitha rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend had a habit of sending her gifts that were childish, coloring books, plushies and tea sets with bright colors. He said he wanted her to be able to relax and not have to be a ‘serious whiskey drinking lawyer’ all the time and the gifts were to help her get in touch with her softer feminine side. Tabitha thought he was undermining her and if he wanted a childish doe eye piece of fluff to take care of he should find some bimbo to suck his cock and take his money.

Lacking any better option she dragged the bear into her apartment placing it on the left side of her bed, before getting into bed on the other side placing the bear’s arm under her head she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning Tabitha woke up feeling refreshed and strong. Rolling onto her back she found that sometime during the night she had begun cuddling and spooning the oversized bear getting dressed and ready for work Tabitha found she was so energized she almost didn't need any coffee to get her day going and went out the door with a pep in her step.

“Work is hell” Tabitha thought as she kicked off her heel and poured herself a drink. Walking into her bedroom to change she saw the bear still in her bed where she had left it. She got into bed and pulled the bear around her. It was heavy but the weight wasn't suffocating as she had imagined it would be. Instead it was soothing protective even she decided this bear could stay at least until her boyfriend got back from Hong Kong next week.

As the week went by Tabitha found she was looking forward to bedtime more and more the giant teddy bear becoming the perfect sleeping companion thought it seemed to be bending her to her boyfriend way of thinking on Wednesday she found herself watching cartoons something she had not done in years and on friday she even took out one of the coloring books he had gotten her as she listened to music and drank a glass of wine saturday morning came with some bad news her boyfriend was going to be overseas another two weeks “But daddy” she whined “i miss you” Tabitha’s eyes went wide “Daddy?” she thought he smiled at her “I see you got my gift”

“What are you talking about” she said

The bear: it has a prototype of a speaker I've been working on to plant subliminal messages like this: it's Tabby Time '' At his words a wave of calm washed over Tabitha she could feel her body visabley relax there was nothing to worry about Daddy would take care of everything. She could just color in her book an watch Tv something happy and simple but she had to get changed first she looked at her body these were Tabitha clothes and she wasnt Tabitha she was Tabby she took off the professional blouse make up and pants swapping for a pair of Short shorts and a babydoll tshirt that was almost a crop top on her and spent the rest of the day indulging her every whim she even masturbated twice that made her miss Daddy she wanted him to play with her and to fuck her. That night she went to bed cuddling Mr Bear. He was so soft and comfy and made her feel so yummy. The next morning her phone rang. It was Daddy! She picked it up with glee “Good MOrning Daddy she sang”

“Good Morning Princess Im sorry to do this but Tabitha it's time for work”

Tabitha’s Eyes widened as the hypnotic spell was lifted from her mind anger coursed through her body “What did you do to me you bastard! She yelled.

“Wait just listen to me a second he protested How do you feel”

“Pissed at you beyond words”

“Fair. but how did you sleep last night”

That gave her pause she slept great in fact she cant remember being more relaxed

“I'm sorry for not telling you but I knew you would never agree otherwise and I just wanted you to have a space that was fully relaxed and have no worries a place for your body to heal itself when you need it most.”

“Fine but did you have to make it so childish?”

“I didn't do that part. That was all you, I guess you feel most relaxed as a Little.

“A what?”

“I'll explain more when I get home. You need to get to work, and I need to go to bed but I'll call you Friday.”

The following Sunday Matt entered his apartment and found it a mess. In fact it looked liked a child had been on a rampage for a full two days without supervision. Crayons and cereal were strewn everywhere, the tv was playing some childish Saturday morning cartoon. “Maybe leaving Tabby in charge over the weekend when he wasn't home to supervise had been a bad idea” Matt thought, as he entered the bedroom he found his girlfriend decked out in full childish bimbo wear. A pink bra and a pair of tight pj bottoms with cartoons on them she looked up from the large bear that sat on his side of the bed “Daddy your home” she exclaimed, “Are you ready for Tabby time?” .

#bimbotf #bimbotransformation #tfcaption #hypnosis

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mestruazioni · 1 year

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my dad told me to write a book about this past week but I don't have the strength so I'm gonna make a tumblr post about it.

starting wednesday: my great aunt dies. she was 88, so it's fine, just terribly depressing she died in a nursing home because her husband refused to have her at home in her last days. her husband, who has always been a control freak and the most stingy person I will ever meet, is Going Through It.

he's letting me and my mom and aunts do what we need to do for the showing, but he's controlling it all and yelling. the stingy part comes out when he asks the funeral director if the fridge connected to the coffin with his wife's body inside must stay connected to the electricity and must stay on. laughter ensues. honestly, thank god he asked in advance, otherwise he definitely would have pulled it out of the outlet. I can just imagine walking into his house the next day with the smell of rotting corpse. next day, he gets a 40° fever that simply won't go down.

aunts and everyone else starts going "please please don't make us have a double funeral". he is yelling blasphemy as they take his temperature multiple times a day. it's also worth saying he recently got his bladder removed and so now he pees in a bag. since he's a cheapskate, he doesn't empty it in the toilet, otherwise he'll have to flush and water is expensive I guess. so every couple of hours he wants to go in the garden and fuckin. piss in there. he falls down as he goes, hurts his ribs. fever goes up again. doc says ribs are okay. sure. fine. okay. fever goes down and up throughout the next four days. we're all worried sick, but luckily it doesn't get worse than that.

anyway. funeral happens on friday. it's sad, of course it's sad. when I get home, I start feeling sick. I realize I probably dressed too lightly for the weather. I wanted to serve cunt to a funeral and I paid the price. the toilet becomes my best friend. my cousin calls me, "I'm throwing up". oh shit, we realize, it's not cuz I was dressed too lightly! we both got a virus! I spend the entirety of friday night shitting and being unable to sleep. I get a light fever. saturday goes the same way.

"fuck," I say, as I remember I was supposed to go to my week-long spa holiday on sunday. I can't go. I can't get into thermal baths with diarrhea. I can't drive the 2 hours required to get there, I can barely get out of bed.

so I call the hotel. "I had a loss in my family" I say, instead of "I'm shitted me body and soul". "could I postpone my visit to next sunday?" I ask. they say "sorry for your loss! of course! it's no problem! we'll see you next sunday! so sorry for your loss again!" they say it so many times I start to think they themselves murdered my aunt. anyway, cool, see you next sunday.

the night between sunday and monday, I go to sleep at 6AM. I spend the entirety of the night tossing and turning, my legs killing me from the pain. never felt anything like it. got out of bed, barely made it down the stairs, got some painkillers, managed to sleep. in the meantime, my mother is worried sick for me.

I spend the week dealing with leg pain and eating nothing, I just don't feel hunger, I lose 2kgs. I go to work and spend entire days doing nothing, since I have next to nothing to do. I was supposed to be in a spa, after all. at some point, the cat throws up next to my head while I was sleeping.

I call the hotel again, just to make sure everything is okay and the new booking actually went through. they say yes, everything is fine, we'll see you on sunday. yes my friends. yes you will. I can't wait for you.

anyway.

it's finally friday! can't believe I'm finally going away on sunday, I can already feel the warmth of the thermal baths, the smell of the salt, the sauna... but no.

my car breaks. it's not moving. the motor light comes out and says HELP ME HELP ME I CANT BREATHE. I get it to a mechanic. we gotta change a part of the motor. do not even ask me what it is because I don't know. I never learned and never will. I just know where water and gas go, the rest is science I'm not mentally equipped to understand. long story short, the car can't be used.

I gotta rent a car.

I find one. my dad says he's gonna pay for it. love you my man. alright, let me put in your credit card info and we're good to go.

saturday I shit my soul again. "It's okay", I say, "this time you really were dressed too lightly" I say. I'm not gonna be sick at the spa, I'm not gonna reschedule again.

in the meantime, my mom gets paranoia. "too many things went wrong" she says, "you shouldn't leave. you didn't get a virus, it's probably a bacteria in the water. and you're going to thermal baths. it's going to be bad. don't go. please" I say MOTHER I AM BEGGING YOU DO NOT GIVE ME MORE ANXIETY

it's sunday now. let's go get this rented car and let's go to the hotel. my dad takes me to the rental place. I get checked in, everything goes okay. can't wait to try a new car! it's going to be so fun.

"we need the credit card of the main driver" the lady says. gurl. I don't have a credit card, I have a debit card. my dad says "use mine", the lady says "no it has to be registered to the main driver. it's in our terms and conditions" aw fuck! I'm an idiot! funny thing is, not only did I not read the terms and conditions, I didn't even know my card was a debit card. I thought it was credit. good day! good brain. adult.

fuck.

"I can give you a manual car, that way we won't need a card" girl I can't even keep queen's we will rock you beat, you think I'm capable of driving manual? no! I'm an idiot! I got the notif of when neil gaiman reblogged one of my posts tattooed on my body forever! I'm an impulsive idiot!!!!! I can't drive manual!!!!!!!

so we call the call center to cancel the booking. it takes 15 minutes. my anxiety attack is worsening. we manage to cancel it and get our money back, but now we need to find a new place to rent a car. thank god my dad didn't just drop me off and drive away. I'm holding his hand as he tells me it's all gonna be okay.

we find a new place to rent a car. they have a cool car and it's automatic. they accept debit cards. thank god. "you gotta pay for insurance, if nothing happens to the car we'll give it back to you when you get back" alright cool.

payment doesn't go through. ahah it's okay it happens sometimes let's try again.

payment doesn't go through. let's try actually inserting the card shall we

payment doesn't go through.

at this point I'm in full anxiety attack. what did I do. why doesn't the universe want me to go on this vacation. I have the money, I know I do, why isn't it going through? I am a failure.

"listen I'm going to make an exception and let your dad pay even if the card isn't in your name"

oh. oh lady. you gave me a "oh. oh." fanfic moment. absolute unit of a queen. total rebel. friend shaped. saint among mortals.

I finally get the fucking keys to the fucking car. I hug my dad, put on my playlist, fall in love with the car, call my dad to say "if you ever want to change cars consider this one". I work for Volkswagen now.

I get to the hotel. so beautiful. there's an old doggo at the entrance, she's gorgeous and fluffy and fun and lets me pet her belly. I find out it's actually the hotel's doggo. blessed place!!!!!

go to the receptionist, tell them my name and everything. they can't find me.

they can't. fucking. find me.

I don't even have the will to get anxious anymore. I'm just. done. it makes sense, I think. murphy's law hit me with a car, put it in reverse, ran me over another time and a few more times after that.

I am as tired as the senior doggo at the entrance is. I see the pool from the reception. I ache. there are four people at the reception now trying to find my fucking name in their servers.

"don't worry" they say, "we have availability, we just can't understand what happened"

I don't know whether to cry or cry at this point. they talk between themselves for a bit, they give me a coffee, I make small talk and laugh at the situation with them.

"to make up for the mistake we upgraded your original room for a better one at the same price" oh my sweet darlings

they give me my keys. I get to the room.

I fall on the bed.

war is over.

I close my eyes.

I'm still extremely paranoid. something bad is going to happen again, I can sense it. can't quite place it, I just feel it lurking around. I'm supposed to start relaxing, why do I feel like something is getting ready to attack me?

"Ah porcodio" I say, "succession ends tonight."

#eve

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nmsthim · 2 months

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#SykiSyki🎶🌬🌀🌦🌩💰💸

#Pugasy

#Chevsy

#Miamisy

#Lamborghinisy

#Brandsy

#Rentsy

#Carsy

#luxurysy

Lol y'all I think about the 2020 coochie girls that came out and i wanted to hope on board.

Lol what studio set up?...I only get the mail!!!!

These listening parties and playlist I just think up off better be my OWN pandemic

Yall next day shipping got nothing on me...I'm preaching from cornerstone tho...not that much material...

IT IS WRITTEN

ITS IN PRODUCTION

IT IS REMIX

IT IS A FAVORITE

"#Yall.ever.been.wronged.in.a.relationship "

#beachsy

chorus at the beach with some blues (claim the entirety Beach out of the woods (notice the fee wishing and hoping (it was me Gotta keep it on me (gotta keep it g Hot box or gspot wildin out (everyday of the week getting the full view of a wayward women (sowing to speech Seeing a bigger picture (people of geechie black like its Wednesday (I need Some money On a freak and Friday about to switch (digits to keep something like the girls view at 2am prom (could've been the need knocking sense in less I (pray on this peep black Entertainment Television making moves ( leave you sleep these girls trying to give head shoulder knee and toes out like a drive thru (come at me i don't usually do this but and drunk or high (the reason i bleep highest in the room what's my worst to do (sound like sheep

sing At the beach with some blues, ass fatter than yo big ass head body dripping have bitches barking up the wrong tree picture this reverse osmosis, spirit away trying to get at me fights like I'm voting to keep a lifestyle, change the game trying to find a suitor, ball so hard these nights like this I know the grass ain't greener on you side high as a kite trying to see if you notice me dream about a time before, should've let drake give me my teeth versus me, I should've let broski sykied money on my mind , I got something to get into I'm looking for better days, I got 5 on it to start too a dub on the gas, lighting up chasing clout (in a trance hoping and wishing and praying on a band.

sing claim the mentions, no need for insanity Motivation, for those who need clarity carpe diem if you need to ask syki In a marathon of school,gleece walking on nephos like y'all full of strife (sheesh the more the merrier I defy the odds (mean x mas everyday claims on it feels good to hit the spot winning can't stop won't stop in it to win it I'm all in, like I'm flipping gs never lack where its full I use to have bricks flip the script and now it's dividends reigning raining I'm getting sick of it I'm full of pip.

sing does it matter if I'm lifted shifted higher, why would I meet you you cant keep stressing bitches, caught it, aint worried but a fool there's a reason tis the season standing in my greatfull (yes another session just to keep it in check, game set match I got suitors shooter booths and moore Whats nothing over senseless realness I've got the check, 5,000 no less on a daily basis 9-5 I run it, love can wait, never been a mile or ten away needless to say, I spectulate but never hesitate so come correct when its time to relate. Getting money for heads you better be gold worth of weight standing up to me you standing on bidness Cuz! get me straight baddies at the camp making it hard to pay it forward blow your face need to spend it, how I get it, I live to tell the tale, keep at my pace no, never change up, it got a bid on it, bracketing in the bridges, etc.mace

sing sound like sheep, put them to sleep, ain't worried bout no ol boy I came and saw but did not weep. i peep, they messing with your ol girl riding with my gees, a classic to begin, could've been imitated, Holla if ya feel me. they worried about me, Tea to meet, mentions all the leakes I'm what y'all want to be, tired of yall, notice me get monies leave yall on read, im making momma proud of me More money more problems, keep it p. y'all in the family if you say it with no calamities I'm stopping all y'all fantasy and might just have you claim insanity a witness to police brutality sow hard, news cast trying to probe a b I gotta come out clean witness protection till the baby come hold me tight during this time I plead never guilty always on the brinks looking up the reason I'm on a blick, bring out the big shot you don't get to question, bing, making water look like big e wins casting out all the cheap

#audible #music #model #rap #sing #rhymes #album #relatable memes

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koskimakiforsberg · 5 months

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Its wednesday night, july, the heatwaves been and gone, its back to gray skies and humid rain, the heat may return in late august or it may be another year till we see the sun again. For two unbearable weeks, the city comes to a standstill, heat so wet you can taste it in the air, the mix of water particles in the air, sweat and grease creates a foul smelling cocktail, dressed with petrol fumes and the everpresent stench of piss and rubbish that seems unbudgeable even in the coldest months. Heat here is unbearable, the sun is hardly present for it hidden under a duvet of industrial clouds, the buildings retain the heat, cooking us alive within their thick stone, lobsters being boiled in their own shells, only redder. I remember a train ride, wall to wall bodies, sticky, blotchy, the colour of curdled milk, perhaps it was the dense soggy heat bubble on the carriage or the pure exhaustion of having finished one job only to be venturing to another, but on that midsummer day, i passed out on public transport in the midday sun.

Its been 24hrs since I was last at work. I'm twitchy, uncomfortable, and can't seem to sit still. Days off are easy, see your friends, read a book, smoke…a lot. It's the nights. When you train your body to withstand a certain level of labour, you become accustomed to a push of adrenaline at the same time most people begin to wind down. I can't sleep like I used to, I pass out, its the only way i know, by either physical or mental exhaustion. Once upon a time, i worked 52 hours a week, twelve hours a shift, night shift. Now i cant seem to handle three days on without having some obtuse side affect to my sleep. When i worked night shift at the warehouse, it was easy, ewe were a team, pushing and building boxes, shovelling shit into containers, wrapping and lifting, moving shit around, then before you know it, its 9am and you’re headed to the bus stop. Now, its just me. Theres no team, theres no boxes, no shit shovelling, just me and toad dressed up a prince aka my glass cleaner with dishwasher soap pumped into it. I work around 14 hours a day, the skin tends to peel off my fingers when the days are too humid, which is often, my back has an untieable knot, my hands crack when i move them and my feet could be mistaken for a man twice my age’s. I used to handle two jobs i can barely function doing the three shifts i do know, ive been sapped of stamina, of care and of any semblance of work ethic, i cut, i mice, i peel, i scrub, i rinse and i go home. The walk to the bus stop, fifteen minutes away feels as if my ankles are seconds away from rolling away down the hill, leaving me with stubs to collapse and bleed into the gravel pavement in front of the hordes and crowds rushing to find the cheapest drink, the quickest high, and the loudest music. Sometimes i can only dream of being swallowed up, consumed by the people passing by, to be taken away to wherever their waves take me, i unfortunately, will always end up at my bus stop waiting for a service that may or may not turn up. The use of personal pronouns make it sound as if this my story, but the experiences i speak of are shared amongst all my peers, coworkers, old friends, neighbours.

My mother talks of her generation migrating to London, the only place with jobs, a flood of glaswegians, headed toward one of the biggest cities in the world to find any semblance of a job, now my generation could only dream of that choice, we can barely afford to live in our own city, nevermind a place like that, we’re goldfish stuck, turning in the same cramped bowl, forced to swallow the same shit day in and day out. Minimum wage joy suckers are our only option, no matter the talent or prowess, the ability or the drive, we all end up bending over backwards serving, cooking or cleaning for the general public.

I dont believe in playing the victim, self pity was booted out of my repertoire pretty soon after my first shift scrubbing dishes for 16 hours, but i do believe in the truth. Thats what this is, the truth. A frank telling of the exploitative, mind numbing, capitalist hellscape of modern hospitality. What may have been an industry driven by love and passion for eating and drinking is now a mainstay of our patriarchal late stage capitalist orwellian nightmare world.

#my writing #writing #prose

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good evening ! im fucking early as hell today bc im so fucking tired

anyway, i ate well today, the sandwich i bought -the bread had dried tomatoes baked in, so delicious

also i barged into a café looking like a drunk demon bc why not

the movie i watched with my friends was good, we were 5 in the theater and at 2/3 of the movie the other 2 people just left, that was funny

we planned my trip to the psychiatric emergencies, ngl that's fun as hell, gonna be on thursday morning, bc my friend cant make it tomorrow and im waiting smth on wednesday lol

im still not over yesterday's episode's beauty, but god i was hurt after watching it, like omfg

have a wonderful morning my friend ! im gonna sleep real quick

good morning!! glad today was good, was a bit concerned after that post last night.

I made onigiri!! haven't tried them yet, but they're very pretty :3 not bad for my first attempt lol

work is gonna be stressful today but At Least It's Friday :) and then I'm hanging out with a coworker and then hopefully I can watch the episode !!

I took my kitty to the vet yesterday, he got meds and is doing better now... hope he doesn't end up having to eat the expensive food :'))))))

I'm glad you have an appointment next Thursday!! hopefully we'll still be able to message, but do whatever you gotta in order to feel better!

have a lovely evening, friend!!

#pen pal

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mydisneymoment · 1 year

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on june 1, the love of my life was diagnosed with acute promyelocytic leukemia cancer. but believe it or not- it was a relief to find out. lemme rewind a bit, on may 20th, he showed me some crazy big bruises and his gums were bleeding continously after he flossed. we decided to give it a week and see if the bruises would naturally go away- at this point i didnt really think anything of it, he's a biker and hella active so i thought that he may have gotten the bruises from biking and maybe didnt realize. the gums were weird but again- i didnt think too much of it. a week later, a few more bruises popped up and earlier in the week he had told me this walking heart rate had gotten up to like 150.. which was quite alarming cos like i said, this guys an athlete. i told him he should make an appointment asap and he said the next appointment was in august. he had done some research and he thought it was his liver, panic started to settle in but it was my sisters grad weekend so i knew we'd be seeing family who are in healthcare. regardless, i told him that he shouldnt drink this weekend and til we knew what was up. we shared what he was experiencing with close family and friends and they're expressions had us really worried. after his cousins bday dinner, we went to the ER the evening of may 28. the er was filled will bottle rock attendees and that was a time in itself. we got in at 9pm and didnt get seen til 1am. they checked his blood and the results were crazy low. we got checked into the er, they took some more blood and then after waiting a couple hours were notified that those numbers were critical and he was being checked into the hospital. the next day he received two blood transfusions and a bone marrow biopsy. the day after was a ct scan and we were just sitting ducks waiting for the bone marrow results. on the morning of wednesday may 31st, we found out it was leukemia. now we were informed that our local hospital didnt have the right specialists for his disease and that we would be transferring to ucsf that evening and we were checked in that night. at queen we were told that it was forsure apl so naturally i was in shock and another wave of fear hit when we got to ucsf when the nurse told me that they were running tests to see if it was apl or aml. my world started spinning again but i tried to hold my composure and stay strong for my guy. naturally- i took a walk for "water" and broke down in the hallway. note- i actually brought our water cups out and asked one of the nurses to give it directly to me- but she freakin dropped them in the room!! those were my cover girl cant you see im fucked up lol. they took 13 blood vials from him and gave him a potassium transfusion- the first time i heard him in pain. pain immediately enveloped me, to see my guy hurting. i did my best to massage him and distract him from the pain. when the nurse came in to change out the bag- i had completely lost it and told her it was hurting him, she was able to slow the drip down and it was better. safe to say no sleep was had that night. when we woke up- they had given him a full body ekg where we saw his heart and liver, he opted for a pick line that connected straight to his chest so they could directly connect the ivs and take blood from that instead of them picking him with a new needle everytime. he got another bone marrow biopsy- they wanted to do their own research- i was able to sit in n watch and after they confirmed to me that it was apl and then his main doctor came in that day as well and confirmed his diagnosis, gave the game plan and set the ground rules. i wasnt in the room during this time but his parents were and recorded a video of the doctors for me. the three of us were in the family room together where i plugged in and listened to the diagnosis. i didnt really have time to breathe before his dad started game planning. i had a full blown panic attack and could not think and the self doubt settled in. looking back on june 1st, it feels like it was a whole week in one day.

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