#naughty housekeeper

[naughtyhousekeeper201]

hard at work

hopefully you’re hard too

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[beholdenning]

activity check // december 2023

status: passed

skill points acquired: 2 (1 reason, 1 monthly) total skill points: 14 -> 16 skill point allocation: sword d (2) -> sword d+ (3) reason e (0) -> reason e+ (1)

accessed: n/a mastery: pending.

completed threads: n/a dropped threads: ✦ threads not yet allocated to mastery: 9

#mean and naughty morphs get no snazzy banners #(joke they just have no art and i havent had the time to draw anything for it) #toaactivity #;flip cassette | housekeeping #also on the assassin grind #also still havent claimed dancer mastery. ill get to that eventually

[random-thot-generator]

Try a Little Tenderness

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem Reader

Summary: Simon has just returned home in the middle of the night from a mission in less than stellar condition. Understanding that he was in desperate need of some TLC, you put aside the ‘frenemy’ dynamic the two of you usually operate within to take care of him, instead. Your gentle ministrations elicit a reaction that neither of you expect, but perhaps have been yearning for all along.

Warnings: Language, explicit sexual content, touching of naughty bits - Simon gets a helping hand in the bath, fluff and feelings, no Y/N

(A/N: This is a thot connected to an idea I had for a series. Still not sure about the series, but what ev. 

This is just me exploring the intimate relationship between the characters. It is minor smut compared to what I usually write, meant to be a vulnerable moment for Simon, and for reader as well. I dunno, I feel like a certain amount of trust needs to be established before Simon allows himself to be with someone in an intimate way. 

For a little backstory, Reader is Simon’s housekeeper/roommate/frenemy. It’s been platonic up to this point, but there have been some charged moments leading up to this. This is the turning point in the relationship, the first time Simon allows himself to really indulge in reader’s attention and care. Reader and Simon have been living together for about a year by this point but have known each other for almost two. Simon’s pet name for reader is ‘Doll’; reader’s pet name for Simon is ‘Grumpy’.)

Word Count: 2777

It was almost midnight by the time Simon shuffled through his front door. He was dead on his feet, still wearing the same clothes he put on three days ago, covered in filth and stinking to high hell. He would normally have stayed on base, cleaned up, ate and retired to his quarters to rest, but for some reason, he’d texted you mid-flight to tell you he was on his way back. He hadn’t been expecting an immediate answer, but he got one.

[DOLL]: What’s ur ETA? I’ll wait up 4 u. Have u eaten? 

Simon had hovered over his phone, glancing about the plane, not sure how to respond. He supposed he didn’t have to stay on base. He’d just never had a reason to return home before. He knew he should tell you not to wait up, to go to bed, that he would see you tomorrow, but instead he found himself tapping out a different message.

[GRUMPY]: Landing in twenty. Be home approx 2hrs.

[DOLL]: I’ll be waiting. C u soon.

He re-read the message several times. ‘I’ll be waiting.’ This was new for him, having someone to go home to, having someone there expecting him, waiting up to see him. Sure, he had come home to you before, but not like this. This was... premeditated.

As he closed the door behind him and locked it, he heard your feet padding through the sitting room and turned. He couldn’t help the smile that spread under the balaclava when he saw you. You were dressed in one of his old T-shirts, a pair of flannel sleep shorts peeking out beneath the hem, and a pair of those ugly fuzzy socks on your feet. Your hair was loose and hanging down your back, not quite dry yet from an earlier shower, and your face was free of makeup. He liked seeing you like this better than any other way.

You were looking at him in that direct way that always got to him, assessing him, checking him over. He waited for one of your customary snarky greetings, but instead your brows furrowed.

“You look exhausted, Si. C’mere. Sit down,” you instructed, pointing at the entryway bench. Simon didn’t even hesitate, just did as he was told. He watched you kneel before him and start unlacing his boots.

“Ya don’t got t’do that, Doll. I can―“

“Si, hush,” you murmured, your voice soft and gentle. “I got this, okay? You’re home. Relax.”

He didn’t have it in him to argue, so let you have your way. You removed his boots and stuck them under the bench by his trainers, then stood and held your hand out. “C’mon. You need a bath.”

He let you lead him up the stairs, but instead of taking him to his ensuite bathroom, you led him down the hallway to the bathroom that you used. You motioned for him to sit down on the toilet while you stoppered the tub and turned on the taps. He watched with curiosity as you opened the cabinet below the sink, taking out a glass jar filled with some sort of pinkish granules, sprinkling a generous portion of it into the filling tub.

“Wha’s that?”

“Epsom salts with lavender and eucalyptus. It’ll help ease your sore muscles,” you told him, replacing the jar in the cabinet. You turned to look him over again. “Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes. I’ll get you some clean ones once you’re in the bath. C’mon. Arms up.”

Simon thought about objecting. He was a grown man, he could undress himself, but as soon as he felt your hands on him, all complaints went right out the window. He held his arms out so you could pull the tail of his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, shivering when he felt your fingers graze his lats as you peeled it up and over his head.

“I smell like shite,” he grumbled, embarrassed for you to be this close to him when he was in such a disgusting state.

You huffed, the sound low and amused. “You smell like a soldier who just got back from deployment. Believe me, I’ve smelled worse.” You motioned for him to stand again. Once he regained his feet, your hands went to his waist, undoing the belt and pulling it free, then you undid the button and fly of his jeans. You pushed them down until they bunched around his knees, then instructed him to lean on you while you tugged them off his legs.

And he just... let you. He had not had anyone care for him like this since his last stint in the medical bay, and that had been a male nurse with hands rougher than his own. He’d not had a woman care for him like this since he was a small boy, when his mother would get him ready for his bath. He felt his chest constrict, almost told you to stop, but your hand on the back of his calf silenced him.

“Foot up,” you said, letting him lean on you again as you stripped off first one sock and then the other. Once you straightened, you placed a hand at the small of his back and gave him a gentle push towards the tub. “I’ll go get you some clean clothes while you get in,” you said, then stooped to gather up his dirty things. “Be back in a minute.”

You left him staring after you, disappearing down the hallway. He turned back to the tub, eyeing the hot water lapping at the sides. Aromatic steam rose from its surface, too tempting to ignore. Pushing his underwear off his hips, he let them drop on the floor and stepped out of them, then climbed into the tub.

He groaned long and low as the hot water enveloped him, certain he had never felt anything better in his whole life. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back on the edge, only then realizing that he still had on his balaclava. He hesitated for a moment, then reached up and pulled it off as well, dropping the dirty hood on top of his underwear. Fuck it. You’d seen his face before and hadn’t made a big deal out of it, didn’t even comment on it, really, just took it in stride like you did everything else.

He cracked an eye open when you re-entered the room, watching as you placed his clean clothes on the counter next to the sink. You opened another cabinet and removed some towels and a washcloth, glanced over at him, then opened a drawer and took out what looked like a pack of wipes and a squat, plastic jar with a pink lid. You brought it all to the tub with you and knelt by the side, near his head. You held up the pack of wipes and pointed at the black paint around his eyes.

“Figured these would help take that gunk off. I’ve got some cold cream, too. Can I...”

You wanted to touch his face. His mouth dropped open to say no, but then he closed it and swallowed. You were looking right at him, a normal expression on your face, not flinching away or averting your eyes. If it didn’t bother you, then he would allow it. For now. He gave a slow nod of assent.

You opened the pack of wipes and set them beside you, then opened the cold cream. “Lean your head back and close your eyes for me.”

Simon did as he was told, though his brain was sounding a klaxon alarm in his head. He was exposing his throat to someone, was closing his eyes and leaving himself vulnerable to your mercy. Did you see how tense he was? Could you see the muscles spasming as he fought not to move, to push you away, to fend you off like an enemy? Did you understand what this was doing to him right now?

Apparently, you did, at least to some extent. 

“Okay, Si. I’m going to put this cream around your eyes. It will feel cold, so don’t freak out. If you need to stop, just say the word. Alright?”

“Yeah,” he croaked out, waiting, steeling himself for the contact.

The first touch had him flinching, but he forced himself to remain still as you spread the cream around his eyes, working it in with your fingers in small circular motions. When you finished, you set the jar down and picked up the wipes. “I’m gonna clean all this off with these wipes. They’ll feel cold, too.”

This time, he only nodded, more relaxed now. Your touch had been soothing once he’d gotten used to it. It was... nice. He didn’t even twitch an eyelash when he felt the cool pressure of your fingers against his jaw, letting you tilt his head towards you. Your other hand began wiping gently at his face with one of the wipes. They smelled slightly floral, similar to the cold cream; he liked it.

It took several minutes to clean his face, neither of you saying anything. You were patient and methodical, cleaning away all the paint until none of it remained.

“Okay. Done with that,” you murmured, fingers moving from his face to his hair. “I’m going to wash your hair next, okay?”

“Hm,” he hummed in consent, not even bothering to open his eyes.

You wet his hair and then poured shampoo into your palm, working your hands together before placing them on his head. As your fingers curled and began to work his hair into a lather, Simon couldn’t help the low groan that rumbled out. It felt like heaven, the way your fingers massaged his scalp and neck. He could have whined when you stopped, but his breath hitched when he felt your fingertips under his chin, tilting his head back.

“Just need to rinse your hair, Grumpy. Keep your eyes closed.”

Again, he did as you instructed, not offering so much as a grunt of complaint when you rinsed his hair and then used the washcloth to dry his face. You raked your fingers through his hair, noting how choppy and uneven it was. Maybe he’d let you cut it some time, but for now, you would stick to what you knew he would allow.

“How ‘bout I wash your back for you and then I’ll go downstairs and make you something to eat while you finish your bath?”

He blinked his eyes open and stared at you. The steam and trapped heat from the bath were making you sweat, a light sheen making your skin gleam in the warm light. He had the sudden urge to run his thumb up your throat, collect the moisture beading there and taste it. He felt his cock give a twitch of interest below the water and brought his bent knees closer together. Grasping the edges of the tub, he pulled himself in to a sitting position, back bowed towards you.

Pleased to see him so cooperative, you dunked the washcloth in the water and grabbed your body wash, squirting out a couple of dollops. Working the cloth in your hands until you had a good lather, you rested one hand on his shoulder and used the other to slowly scrub the cloth over his back in large circles. You could feel the tension easing out of his shoulders, watched his head tip forward until he finally crossed his forearms on his knees and rested his forehead against them.

When you were done with his back, you didn’t stop, moving up to his shoulders and then down his arm. He leaned back, studying the way you washed each finger, working the cloth between them. You glanced up at him. “Other arm?”

He twisted around and held his arm out to you, resting his wrist on the edge of the tub. You washed it with as much care as you had the other, leaning over the tub to reach his underarm. When you went to slide the cloth away, he caught your wrist and pulled it to the center of his chest. He then closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his head rest against the edge again.

Slow circles worked the lathered cloth over his broad chest and collarbones, and you smiled when he tipped his chin up to let you wash his neck. A soft breath hissed between his lips as your hand dipped below the water’s surface to wash his sides and stomach, his brows ticking together when you brought the cloth back up. He shifted, his knees going wide to lean against the sides of the tub.

You were beginning to feel heat simmering in your lower belly that sent a blush creeping up your neck. “Do, uh... I can wash your legs next. If you like.”

He caught your hand in his, eyes still closed, and pushed it beneath the water again. “Wash here,” he replied, his voice like gravel in his throat.

You held your breath as he guided your hand down to his cock, let him wrap your fingers around its swollen girth and hold them there. His chest was rising and falling, chin tipping forward to rest on it when he felt you grip him tighter. Your lips parted as you gave him a tentative stroke, your breath puffing out in little pants as you watched him let out a shuddering breath, his eyes rolling open to reveal a lust-dazed expression before sliding closed again.

Your hand slid up and down his shaft in slow, even strokes, working him gradually, wanting him to enjoy what you were doing to him. His pleasure incited your own, and you could feel your panties grow damp with your arousal as you watched him slowly fall apart. He was panting now, head lolling back once more, hooded, hazy eyes staring up at the ceiling, his knuckles going white as they gripped the edge of the tub.

Your thighs squeezed together when a wrecked moan tore from his lips as you worked at him beneath the cloudy water, wishing it was clear enough for you to see him as well as feel him. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, the feel of his hot length pulsing in your hand almost too much to bear.

“Ah, fuck...” he huffed out, his back beginning to curl forward. He lifted his eyes to yours, mouth open and panting, a look of near desperation on his face. His hand came up to grip the nape of your neck, drawing you close until his forehead rested against yours, holding your gaze. His nose brushed against yours in an intimate caress, lips almost touching, the two of you sharing the same air. “Don’t stop,” he husked out.

The speed of your strokes increased, your hand slipping up to focus on the head, making his knees draw up as he tensed. You could feel him swelling in your hand, growing bigger and harder as he neared his release. His eyes grew wide, mouth falling open as his jaw went slack.

“It’s okay, Simon,” you whispered to him, “I got you,” and that was all the prompting he needed.

His grip turned into a vice on the nape of your neck as he erupted beneath the surface of the water, and he growled against your mouth, teeth gritting into a snarl as he pulsed in your hand. You didn’t stop stroking him until his eyes closed and grip loosened on your neck, his breaths puffing out in exerted gasps over your lips.

You let him rest against you, not bothering to move or say anything, wanting him to have this quiet moment, to just relax in the knowledge that he was home and safe, that you were here for him. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment as well, relishing the quiet, the peace.

Simon’s eyes flickered open, not sure what to expect, only to find your eyes closed, lashes shadowing your cheeks, a gentle smile on your face. You looked so calm, so at peace. You looked... content.

You blinked your eyes open, startled, when you felt the hesitant press of his lips against yours, but you didn’t shy away, instead letting him feel you smile against his lips before you tenderly kissed him back.

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[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 3

Katherine ran down the corridor. It was well-furnished with little tables and vases and the occasional gorgeous painting on the wall, nicer even than Katherine’s own family home, but she didn’t have time to admire it. She’d slipped into her room at the same time as the others, pulled on her dress, which had magically appeared on her bed since she’d lost it during the challenge, and left immediately. One woman turned into a thumbsucker, another stripped of her stylish clothes and dressed up like a nursery schooler, and a third, worst of all, rendered permanently incontinent.

Katherine’s relief at not being in Becky’s place had quickly passed. It was pretty clear what sort of thing the Magician had in mind for them, and Katherine had no intention of ending up as some overgrown baby herself. There were still three challenges to go, not to mention whatever extra things the Magician might do to them if they were voted out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ending up like Becky, forced to spend the rest of her life in diapers. Diapers. A fashion statement that told the world you couldn’t even control your bladder and bowels, that you were no better than a two-year-old at keeping yourself clean and dry. The idea that a grown woman could be reduced to that was terrifying. She had to get out of here now.

Katherine ran as quietly as she could. She’d gone deeper into the mansion – there was no way she was going back through the hall when there was a chance Becky and the Magician were still there – but the place was like a labyrinth. Still, there had to be an exit, and sneaking out was clearly her best option. The man was obviously a real magician of some kind, but he surely couldn’t know everything. Katherine was more worried about coming across other people in the house, members of staff perhaps, maids or cooks or housekeepers, anyone who might alert the Magician to what she was doing.

She froze as she head the faint sounds of a soft, female voice coming from up ahead. There was a door on the right of the corridor just a few feet away that was slightly ajar. She’d have to be careful to sneak past without whoever was inside seeing her. She approached cautiously, and as she got closer, the words of the woman inside became clearer.

“There’s a good girl,” she cooed. “Drink it all up for Nanny now, that’s a good baby. Such a hungry girl, aren’t you? Someone’s getting her tum-tum nice and full, isn’t she?”

When she was right outside the door, Katherine peeked inside through the gap. What she saw made her freeze in place. There was a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on a sofa. Her breasts, larger even than Katherine’s own, were out, and latched onto the nipple of one of them was a girl who seemed to be around Katherine’s age, naked but for the thick white nappy on her bottom. All Katherine could see of her head was her sleek brown hair, but there was no doubt she was nursing eagerly on the older woman’s breast.

“That’s it,” the woman crooned down at the girl laying across her lap. “Drink up all of Nanny’s milk like a good baby.”

Katherine was transfixed. It was like looking at a car crash – a girl her age reduced to the level of a nursing infant.

Quite suddenly, the older woman looked up, straight into Katherine’s eyes. A broad smile appeared on her face, maternal yet slightly sinister as well.

“Does someone else want a suckle?” she asked lightly.

Katherine squealed and fled as fast as she could down the corridor. She ran past other doors, trying not to think about what might be behind them. It was only until she came close to another open one, with a woman’s voice coming from it once again, this time stern and lecturing, that she hesitated.

“You naughty little thing! You do not take your nappy off, missy. I hope that red bottom will teach you a lesson. Come on, legs in, let’s get this over your nappy. You know what a little fountain you can be.”

Katherine couldn’t help herself. She stopped running to glance inside.

There was another Nanny in the room, and another girl. But this time the young lady was standing up, sniffling, her eyes red from crying, while her Nanny tugged a pair of plastic pants over her comically large diaper. She wasn’t wearing anything else. Her bare, womanly breasts, tight tummy, and slender legs clashed ridiculously with the bulky nappy on her bottom.

Just like before, as if she could somehow sense Katherine’s presence, the woman looked around suddenly, smirking. Katherine felt her stomach drop.

“Hang around sweetie, and Nanny will change you into a nappy and plastic pants of your own.”

Katherine fled again, breathing frantically. She had to get out of here! She had to! But as she ran, she began to feel an odd dizziness. She was slowing down, and her strides becoming more and more uncoordinated. Her gait widened, and she found herself lifting her feet too high off the ground, stomping the floor forcefully when they came down and putting her off-balance. She was toddling!

“No, no, no, no, no…” she muttered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She kept going. At the end of the corridor was a door. If she could just reach it…

Her knees gave out, and she fell to her hands and knees. She crawled desperately towards the door, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was so close! She didn’t even notice as her knee-length dress shortened, rising up her legs and over her backside, until her bare bum and pussy were on display. She’d been in such a hurry to escape that she hadn’t even bothered putting on underwear.

“Where are you off to, little one?” came the Magician’s deep, amused voice from right behind her. Katherine shrieked in fear and looked around, gazing up at the man standing above her with a wicked smile on his face.

“I… I… I was just…”

“It seems like you’ve been running all over the house, silly girl!” He reached down and patted her bare bottom. “That’s very naughty, sweetie. Daddy told you to get changed and meet back in the dining room. But it looks like a certain little lady was trying to escape! Did you think I wouldn’t know, Katherine? I brought you here with a snap of my fingers, remember? There’s no getting away.”

“I’m sorry!” Katherine sobbed, terror on her face. “Please don’t do anything to me!”

The Magician chuckled and, taking her by her hands, lifted Katherine to her feet. She was relieved that she was able to stand up again, even if her new shorter dress just barely covered her pussy.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not going to do anything too bad to you. But you do need to be punished.”

“Oh God no!” Katherine wailed. “Please!”

“Hush baby. You were very naughty for trying to run away, and I think I know a very fitting punishment for you.”

Still keeping a hold of her hand, he started leading her back down the corridor. With a horrible plummeting in her stomach, Katherine realised that she was still toddling. Her stance was still wide and awkward, her steps still heavy and uncoordinated.

“There won’t be any more running for you, little miss,” said the Magician, confirming her fears. “And no more elegant struts down the catwalk either.”

Katherine burst into tears as the Magician tugged her along behind him. She was going to be stuck like this! She’d always carried herself with such dignity and grace, and now she was supposed to stomp around everywhere like some stupid three-year-old?!

“I heard you saw a couple of the other girls staying in my house,” the Magician went on conversationally, ignoring Katherine’s sobbing. “Little Lizzy getting her afternoon feeding. She used to be a particularly scathing food critic, responsible for the shutdown of many lovely restaurants. She was quite the snob when it came to food. Now she’s on a diet of nothing but breastmilk.” He looked devilishly happy about it. “Of course, most of the guests I have get to go back to their lives – their new ones anyway – but sometimes there are special cases. Since I made her unable to eat or drink anything except breastmilk, I thought little Lizzy might as well stay here with one of the lovely Nannies I employ to be her wetnurse. Then you saw cute little Jemima too. Believe it or not, she was a hardened criminal once, getting involved in gangs and doing all sorts of nasty things. But now she spends her days toddling around in her nappies, playing with her toys, and getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. Her attitude is so much better now!”

Finally, Katherine and the Magician were back in the hall. He led her, waddling absurdly and flashing her pussy with every awkward step, into the dining room where they’d had their baby-food lunch earlier that day. The rest of the girls were standing around nervously. They stared at Katherine with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Abby, Madelyn, and Susie were standing close together, but Becky was a little distance away, still wearing a stinky, heavily soiled nappy between her legs. Madelyn was still nursing her thumb, and Susie had apparently not found any adult clothes to change into in her room, because she was still dressed like a nursery schooler.

“Little Katie here tried to escape,” the Magician explained. “So now she toddles when she walks. Isn’t she just the cutest?”

Katherine blushed bright red and kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Now then,” the Magician went on, “it’s almost time to have our first vote.” He waved his hand and a ballot box appeared on the table in front of them. “But first, you can all have a little discussion. Talk to whoever you want, or don’t. It’s up to you. But in a couple of minutes, you’ll all be voting to kick one of your number out of the competition. Good luck!”

He vanished, leaving the five women standing there, unsure of what to do. Becky started to move closer to the other girls, but Abby and Madelyn looked disgusted, and Susie said “Ewww! No! Stay over there Becky!”

Becky didn’t know whether she wanted to burst into tears or start screaming in rage. The nappy sagging from her hips was disgusting, but this wasn’t her fault!

“Look, I’m sorry,” Susie said, turning to the others. “But do we really want to spend the rest of this ordeal with a woman who might poop her pants at any moment? I think we should vote out Becky.”

“No!” Becky squealed, looking around desperately. “Please don’t! I don’t want to go home like this! I don’t wanna be a big baby forever!” She looked utterly pathetic.

Abby almost felt a little sorry for her, but she agreed with Susie that spending however many more challenges around a yucky, smelly, pants-filling baby woman was disgusting. But on the other hand, sobbing and crying in her nappies, the eighteen-year-old Becky didn’t seem like she would be much of a threat…

Susie and Becky continued arguing while the others watched. Abby stared at Susie, thinking hard. If anything, Susie was far more likely to pose a threat to Abby in future rounds. She glanced at Madelyn, and noticed that she was also looking at Susie appraisingly, her brow furrowed. She might almost have looked calculating if it wasn’t for the thumb bobbing stupidly in her mouth. Abby might have considered voting out Madelyn – she’d seemed so confident and powerful at the beginning – but being turned into a thumbsucker seemed to have robbed her of some of her authority. Madelyn looked up, and their eyes met. A flash of understanding passed between them. Katherine was still sniffling, mourning her ability to walk like an adult. She wouldn’t be of any use, but hopefully it wouldn’t matter.

The Magician suddenly reappeared, and Susie and Becky’s argument broke off. “Are we all ready, girls?” he asked with that horrible smile. He passed out a piece of paper and a crayon to each of them. They all hurried away from one another and, covering their work like schoolchildren taking a test, they scribbled down a name. One by one, they walked up to the ballot box and placed their piece of paper into the slot. Then they all stood around fearfully while the Magician opened it up, and took them out to look at.

“Excellent!” he announced. “At three votes, we have a clear loser.” He looked around, his eyes glittering with light. There was tense silence but for the wet smacking sound of Madelyn’s thumbsucking. The magician’s gaze passed over each of them before coming to rest on Susie. “Miss Taylor,” he said. Susie felt her blood run cold. “I’m afraid you’re out of the competition.”

“No!” Susie cried. “It can’t be me! Count the votes again! I couldn’t… I won’t…”

But the Magician was walking up to her slowly, and her voice died. “Awww, don’t be scared, little one,” he cooed, tickling her under the chin. “I’m not going to throw you out to the cold. I know just the person to take care of you.” He gestured to the door. Susie looked over, and saw her mother standing in the doorway. She felt as though a bucket of ice had been poured over her.

“Hi Susie-wusie!” Mrs Taylor cooed, with a very Magician-like smile. “Are you reading to come back home?” Her voice was slow and patronising, like she was talking to a very young child.

Susie could only stare in horror. Then, when she realised what the Magician intended for her, she turned round and ran. She only made it a few steps before her mother’s voice said sternly, “Stay where you are, little girl!” and Susie felt her body freeze. “Now come back here right this instant. Come to Mummy, Susie-poo.”

Susie couldn’t stop herself from turning around and marching back over to her mother to stand submissively before her.

“W-what have you done to me?” she whispered.

“This lovely man’s sorted out everything,” Mrs Taylor said, tilting her head at the Magician. “He’s made it so you won’t be able to disobey me ever again. Anything I tell you to do, you’ll do it. Isn’t that wonderful? Mummy always did know what’s best for you, and now I’ll have full control of your life for good. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Susie. Running away from Mummy, going off to university, thinking you can be ‘mature’ and ‘independent’. You’ve been very, very naughty – and you know what that means, don’t you sweetie?”

Susie whimpered. She knew what her mother was going to say before she said it. Those horrible, terrifying, humiliating words from her childhood.

“It’s smacky bum-bum time, Susie.”

“No….” Susie sobbed, barely audibly. She hated those words more than anything in the world. It was all her mother’s strict discipline wrapped up in the most patronising, insultingly infantile language. It was every humiliating spanking she’d ever received, right up until the day she’d left home.

“Yes, baby,” her mother said, talking in that same slow, sweet, condescending voice. “Naughty girls need red tushies.” She reached under Susie’s skirt and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her cotton underpants. Then, agonizingly slowly, she drew them down to her daughter’s knees. “There we go. Now over my knee, Susie.”

Susie fought as hard she could to resist, but it was impossible. She draped herself over her mother’s lap obediently.

Mrs Taylor flipped up her daughter’s tiny skirt, exposing her pale bare bottom. She patted it gently, as if savouring the sight of her wayward daughter back over her knees once again, and then she started to rain down sharp, painful smacks.

Susie screwed up her face in pain and humiliation as her bottom quickly went from white to red. She wanted to stay in control of herself, to preserve whatever dignity she had left, but it was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. Her crying became louder and louder as her mother spanked her like a disobedient child, until she was wailing like a baby at the top of her lungs. “Dobbit Mummy!” she sobbed thickly. “P’ease dobbit! I don’t wanna be a little girl again! Waaaaaaaaah!”

The other girls watched with a combination of horror and morbid fascination, and in Becky’s case a tiny bit of satisfaction, as Susie got her bottom smacked like a little girl.

At last, Mrs Taylor finished. She helped Susie off her lap and got to her feet. Susie just stood there, crying her eyes out with her undies around her ankles and her bottom bright red.

“Thank you for everything,” Mrs Taylor said to the Magician. “I’m so glad to have my little girl back where she belongs. Do you think you could be so kind as to send us home? I think this little one needs to spend a few hours in time-out before bed.”

The Magician inclined his head graciously. “Of course.” He snapped his fingers, and Susie and her mother vanished.

#mellowsadistic

[mask131]

When talking about the French Père Noël, one has to evoke a variation of his that is NOT Saint Nicolas. I already evoked several times the various names of the Christmas gift-giver (Père Noël, Bonhomme Noël) and how he was tied to the gift-giver of the beginning of December (Saint Nicolas). But there was also a gift-giver at the end of the year... A gift giver of New Year's Eve or New Year's Day. Remember when I talked before of "Père Etrennes" or "Bonhomme Etrennes"? The "étrennes" are a French tradition whose closer English equivalent would be the word "handsel/hansel".

The étrennes were originally gifts that were given to friends, family and other next of kind at the beginning of January to celebrate New Year. Today the tradition has massively evolved - étrennes are given at the end of December rather than early January, it is money rather than gifts, and they are now a gesture of kindness destined to those employed by you or that work for the community (the fireman, the mailman, the housekeeper, the garbage collector...). But despite this evolution, "étrennes" stayed associated with an appreciative and kind giving gesture around New Year. And where there's gifts, there's a gift-giver...

This website presents us with this picture, a 1930s postcard, and says it could be the Père Fouettard... or the Père Janvier (Father January).

In the French region of Bourgogne, there was no "Père Noël" or Father Christmas in the early 20th century: rather there was Father January, Père Janvier, who came around New Year to give the étrennes - the gifts. By the 1930s the tradition was still very strong, especially in the Morvan and the Nivernais - as well as in the Nord-Pas-de-Calais (Father January had moved to the North of France when in the mid 19th century a lot of people from the Morvan went to work in the mines there). And from the 1930s to the 1960s, in all those areas, there was a transition from Père Janvier to Père Noël, resulting in the children of those three decades to have the benefit of two mysterious supernatural benefactors coming at the end of the year... Before Père Janvier stopped coming by the 60s, definitively replaced by Père Noël (the Americanized one of course, remember post-50s Père Noël is just Santa Claus with a different name).

This other website goes into more details about the world of Père Janvier - or rather of Bonhomme Janvier (Old Man January/The January Man).

Le Père Janvier, or Bonhomme Janvier, existed for a very long time in the tradition of the Berry region, before the Père Noël was even introduced. Not just in the Berry, but also in the Morvan and in all of Bourgogne - and even in many others areas of France! Lyon knew of him, the Haute Marne, Saône-et-Loire, Ardèche - they all had records of Father January, this white-bearded old man that brought gifts to children on the 1st of January. In the Berry region, the Père Janvier usually left sweets inside in their slippers for New Years Day, and on New Years Eve chimneys were carefully cleaned up so he could enter the house unsoiled.

And just like Saint Nicolas or Père Noël, Bonhomme Janvier ALSO was followed by Père Fouettard, with his wicker basket filled with "martinets" (beating/whipping tools for naughty children):

While sometimes Bonhomme Janvier brought many toys or sweets (found in the children's shoes or "sabots" placed by the chimney), there was one tradition according to which Janvier only ever brought one item per person, not more - with sometimes a sweet or candy to accompany it (often it was a pipe made of sugar). Tradition claimed it was because Père Janvier hated greedy or gluttonous children - but more realistically, it was probably just a tale invented by poor families to justify the lack of gifts...

And of course, as Père Noël arrived in the 20th century, Bonhomme Janvier slowly faded away...

#french folklore #christmas lore #père janvier #father january #father christmas #new years eve #new years day #new year folklore #père noël #père fouettard

[shslbunnylover]

i loved the chessy story you wrote for christmas so much that i wanted to request another chessy x reader. where it’s their first christmas together as a couple and they both wanna make it special for each other. LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE and maybe some teasing from both ends.

★★★𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 12: 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨)★★★

Character: Chessy

Requester: Anonymous

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): References to sex, sexual teasing/flirting

Genre: Fluff

A/n: And that's a wrap! (Haha, see what I did there 😝) Merry Christmas everyone!!

Word count: 1.3k

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Ever since Annie and Hallie were reunited, Christmas was somehow more chaotic at the Parker household. You loved the holidays, there was no doubt about that, and you were always dancing to Christmas music and decked out in Christmas clothes every second from Black Friday through New Year's. But one person in particular made your Christmas even more magical for you, Chessy, the housekeeper at the Parker residence.

The two of you got together in Mid-Spring of that year, and you were determined to make it as special as possible for the woman, as she had already made it as good for you as possible.

"Hallie! Annie! You know Santa's still watching!" You exclaimed as the girls ran past you, trying to set up traps for Santa like the two did every year in their separate households, but they were now a united force.

"Y/n! He's busy delivering stuff on the other side of the world! He's too busy to watch us!" Hallie called out, causing you to laugh.

"Touche..." You shrugged your shoulders, continuing to do the dishes.

"You know you don't have to do my job for me, right?" Chessy asked, walking up to you with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.

"I'm not driving Elizabeth anywhere until they all go to church tonight, might as well help you out. It gets the job done quicker," You leaned back to place a kiss on her cheek before drying off the last dish and putting it in the cabinet.

"I guess so," The redhead rested her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Can't believe it's already Christmas Eve,"

"Huh, I wasn't aware of that," You nudged her slightly with a laugh, referring to the girls who were freaking out.

"What'd you get them?" Chessy whispered in your ear, making sure the girls couldn't listen in.

"I got them custom saddles, what about you?" You replied,

"Well, the little rascals wouldn't tell me, so I got Hallie a bag to hold Cuppy in, and I got Annie a new fencing helmet since hers broke," The aquamarine-eyed woman smiled.

"Now the question is, what did you get me?" You turned around, poking her boob with a laugh.

"Maybe I didn't get you anything~ You've been quite naughty~" Chessy teased.

You blushed furiously, going to reply before being cut off by Hallie standing across from you.

"Chessy and Y/n, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage!" The girl smirked.

"Hallie, please," Annie rolled her eyes. "They've been like this forever, don't act all surprised," She walked up to her twin.

"It's still fun as h- heck," Hallie corrected herself, pursing her lips together out of nervousness before dashing off, Annie following slowly behind her.

You looked back at your girlfriend, leaning your head back in exasperation before burying your face in her shoulder.

"They'll never leave us alone, will they?" You asked.

"Nope, have you met them?" Chessy replied, her hand falling to your ass, squeezing it slightly and electing a squeak from you.

"And you say I'm naughty..." You grumbled, forcing your face deeper into her.

"We're gonna catch him Y/n! I just know it!" Hallie beamed as she laid down on her bed, holding cuppy to her body whilst Annie was already asleep. "Tell them Chessy!"

Chessy looked at you, then back at the young girl.

"You know Santa prepares for the things all year, I don't think you can catch him," She shrugged her shoulders with a laugh.

"Even if I don't catch him, I'm still gonna hear him!"

You tucked Hallie into the bed, tickling her softly before kissing her on the forehead.

"We'll see, tell us about it when you get up at a reasonable time tomorrow," You chuckled.

Hallie nodded, quickly shutting her eyes as the two of you walked out.

"You've got the gifts?" You turned to face your girlfriend once you were out of hearing distance.

"You know it," Chessy winked, pulling a giant red bag out from a nearby closet.

"How do they afford this?" You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

"Have you seen their businesses?" The auburn-haired woman replied.

The next morning you were both woken up by the girls shaking you, and you groggily pulled yourselves out of your comfortable bed provided to you by the Parkers.

"I said reasonable girls," You groaned, rubbing your eyes as your other hand held Chessy's.

"It's 8! That's reasonable!" Hallie beamed, running down the stairs to the Christmas tree, and dragging Annie along with her.

"Is it?" Chessy replied, waving a good morning to Elizabeth and Nick who were standing in the kitchen, getting their morning coffee.

"Mom! Dad! Look! Santa came!" The twins exclaimed at the same time, running up to the four of you to drag you towards the tree.

Once the girls had opened all of their presents and began to play with them, you decided that it was time to give Chessy her Christmas present.

"I thought you were nice enough to me this year, so here's this," You smirked, handing the redhead a small box.

"Aw, thank you Y/n," Chessy smiled, taking the box in her hands and slowly unwrapping it, revealing a diamond necklace with an infinity symbol engrained in the front.

"It's a promise necklace, I didn't want to get you a ring because it might mess with your work, but I knew a necklace wouldn't!" You beamed, waiting for her response.

"It's...It's gorgeous, h-how did you-"

"Don't worry about that Chess, all that matters is that you like it," You reassured her, placing your hand on the side of her face.

"Thank you Y/n," Chessy whispered, hugging you tightly, pressing a kiss to your lips once she was done.

"I'd prefer to see you wearing just the necklace though..." You teased, your hand falling to her covered bra and tugging it secretly.

"That'll go perfectly with the Christmas present I got you," The redhead winked. "But in all seriousness, thank you Y/n,"

Your smirk softened into a smile, and you pulled her into a kiss, the both of you ignoring the squeals from the twins.

"Merry Christmas Chess,"

"Merry Christmas Y/n,"

...

If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

#chessy x reader #chessy #the parent trap #parent trap #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #wlw #wlw ns/fw #nblw #nblw ns/fw #wlw and nblw only #fluff #12 days of fluffmas #12 days of ficmas #Akira writes #christmas #<3

[naughtyhousekeeper201]

hi 😎

#naughtyhousekeeper #naughty #bendmeover #naughty housekeeper #naughtylist #comefuckme #sisters

[malavera]

(18+) From the Window Series: From the Gym — Tom Cruise

↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.

summary: you walk in on Tom’s gym session.

warnings: a bit of a stalker reader, smut, thigh riding, oral m/receiving, facefucking, daddykink, basically porn minors dni! PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

taglist: @deanscroissant @tomsf18 @call-sign-shark @helloitstsyu @moondustfairies @katherineswritingsblog @cherriescruise @back-tooo-black @elenavampire21 @gypsymoon548 @lynnsthoughts @jstarr86

a/n: arms, just arms. Not proofread yet.

check out the series

Does he wanted to peel his skin after touching you? Yes.

Does he wanted to shoot himself in the dick after fucking you? Yes.

Does he wanted to drown himself in a bath full of holy water after pulling such sinful actions with a young girl who could possibly be his daughter? Yes.

But does he regrets it and would do it all over again? No, and probably yes.

“Listen we cannot do this anymore. It was my fault, it’s not right. I should be the adult here, wayyy more adult here, okay? Let’s forget any of this ever happened.” Those are the things he said once he snapped back into reality after watching his cum dripping out of your cunt. All of a sudden a wave of realization crashed into him, he cannot believe of what he just did.

He just fucked his next door neighbor’s niece.

He was being a douche, he left you there against the kitchen counter after pulling his pants up to his hips and proceed his walk of shame towards his bedroom. He could careless about the mess in the kitchen, he just needed to get out of there and breathe—think straight.

You on the other hand was smirking and smiling the whole time. You chose to ignore the words he said while dragging the tissue from your feet up to your thighs—wiping clean the dripping fluid of his from your cunt. Although you weren’t a saint, you’re a nice girl. You cleaned up after him, you cleaned all of the mess you made in the kitchen. He should’ve thanked you, give you kisses and proceed fucking you inside his bedroom. But no, he chose to be a coward and ran away leaving you damp and breathless.

That day turned into 3 days ago.

Every time Tom stepped down the last step of his stairs and tilted his head towards the kitchen, shivers would run down his spine. He hadn’t stepped into his own kitchen ever since that incident. The incident that he consciously pulled. Sighing he told his housekeeper that he would be at the Gym outback, putting on his headphones before he opens the sliding door. Decided that today would be upper body day, he’s just gonna sit on the bench and train his arms facing towards the large mirror against the wall.

The music blasting in his ears didn’t help his mind from drifting off to think about something else, the music flows through the back of his head as if it’s playing behind his back—his mind couldn’t help but wonder about you. Truth be told, Tom hasn’t stopped thinking about you even if he wanted to. There’s just something about you that fascinates him, scared but thrills him at the same time. Maybe that’s what it comes with when you’re a man who’s addicted to adrenaline. The rush of being with someone who’s forbidden, seemed to make him feel challenged even more.

Knocking your knuckles against the door you waited for him to welcome you but instead you’re welcomed by one of his housekeeper’s. “Is mister Cruise home?” You politely asked, holding a basket of freshly handpicked fruits and vegetables that your Aunt told you to give them to him.

“Who are you?” A long island accent flew from the housekeeper in a tone that you thought was rude.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. I live next door with my aunt. She’s a good friend of mister Cruise.” You told with a small laugh to diffuse the tense situation projected from the housekeeper. She’s so hostile, you thought.

“He’s not home.” Your smile faltered.

“Oh well, can I just give you this? We have a fresh garden at our backyard and my aunt wanted me to-”

“No.” They slammed the door closed to your face, ad you cringed in embarrassment. You huffed as you give yourself time to think—there’s gotta be another way to gain access.

You knew he’s home.

You could sense his house is warm when he's in it, you could know that it's cold and lonely when he's not. He is definitely home. You watched him shuffling through stuff inside his bedroom at 4 AM with his blinds closed but you could see his shadows.

So, you improvise.

There's an access to get to his backyard. You discreetly walked down the stairs of his porch, making a left turn to reach the access. His bushes are growing, he intended to let them grow to cover up the backyard's door just for the aesthetic. You had to take off your heels so you wouldn't make any noise, not that anyone inside could hear you anyway. Closing the door gently, you proceed to find access to get inside his house but stopped once you noticed a big shed, basica another house, across his swimming pool.

You tend to lose focus and easily distracted. You even have to snap yourself back to reality, from your mind who's going crazy on what to say and what to do if you finally found him, as You stopped yourself to admire his backyard. He's got a nice pad, you thought.

Bringing yourself towards the shed, you slowly twisted the doorknob—pushing the door open gently. There he is doing a shoulder press using dumbbells that is almost the size of your head. Sweats forming on his forehead, gliding down his delicately tanned skin. His biceps bulging veins, his eyes focused on himself controlling his breath through his mouth. Dear god, he looked so hot—you thought.

You slowly invite yourself into the room, closing the door behind you and making your way towards him. He noticed as you appeared on the mirror in front of him, surprised as he put the dumbbells down and catch his breath whilst unplugging his headphones.

He snapped his head towards you, as you stand there with a smirk. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He breathed.

“I wanted to give you these.” You nudged the basket on your hands.

“Couldn’t you just drop them?”

You shook your head no with a shrug, “They won’t let me.” You replied, setting the basket down on the table by the door.

“So,” You started, taking a step closer. “Have you always been working out?” You purred, dragging your fingertips on his pumped arms. Tom’s eyes watches the way you drag your fingertips, chest still heaves trying to catch his breath—his sweats never stopped producing. His eyes darted up to meet yours with a scrunched eyebrows.

“Why are you really here, Y/N?” He uttered. You giggled as you decided to settle down on one of his separated thighs, crossing your legs, one arm around his shoulders.

“I wanted to see you, Daddy.” His breath caught in his throat, hearing you said that word which he’s been doing nothing but tried to shake off the thought of your sweet voice calling him that. With his mouth closed, his teeth clenched. He briefly closed his eyes, as he tried to hold down every willpower he has to not have you right there and now.

“Y/N— I told you,”

“I don’t care, daddy.” You pouted, putting another arm around his shoulders—engulfing him. “I want you, I need you. Please, I know you do too.” You purred.

“I know that you know… Once you get a taste of my tight cunt— you’ll be needing more, of me.” You whispered in his ears, grabbing his calloused hands towards your heat underneath your dress. You gasped before you proceed, “Only me.” The whisper of your voice sends shiver down his spine.

Isn’t this the right time to use your morals, Tom? He thought. But, how could he? When you’re sitting there, on his thighs. Wearing a dress with the hem so low he could almost a caught a glimpse of your red lace panties. Your hands holding his against your pussy, you practically grinding on his palm. His middle finger with a mind of its own, pressing against your cunt to give more pressure as you gain more friction.

Fuck it, there’s always a tomorrow. Let’s not do it again, tomorrow.

He crashed his lips against yours, with his hands behind your neck. A hum escaped from your lips as you grab onto his ridiculously soft hair. You adjusted your position on his thighs, straddling him as he laid back to piston his tent against your clothed cunt.

“Mmh, fuck Daddy.” You moaned, grinding your hips. Capturing your lips inviting you for a sloppy kiss, he lets go of your face before he placed his forehead against yours.

“Daddy still have a couple of sets to finish. Why don’t you get yourself off on his thighs while he’s working on another sets?” He growled.

That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and you’ve ever imagined. You nodded your head vigorously before he lift you up and rip your panties off. Soon, your soaked cunt—he could feel pressed against his bare thighs. “Turn your head a little bit, baby. And watch yourself being a whore for my thighs, disturbing my workout session.” Tom growled before he gave you a slap on your rounded ass as you gasped.

You slowly grind yourself back and forth, biting your bottom lip as you tried to find a friction. Soon enough, you find your rhythm—meanwhile, Tom is working on another set of curling his left biceps. Scrunching his face with grunts from lifting the heavy weight and feeling the way your glistening cunt soaking his thighs. You watched yourself from the mirror with a moan, you couldn’t help but notice a growing tent in his shorts, as your hand went down to palm it.

“Hmm Daddy,” You moaned in his ears, grinding your pussy against his thighs whilst palming his cock as you imagine when this is all over—you couldn’t wait to cum on his cock.

“Please, Daddy, I wanna cum on your cock.” You whined, but not stopping yourself from getting off on his thighs.

“You will, but Daddy’s gotta finish his set, baby. Come on, keep going, fuck that pussy against my thighs first, daddy wants to see how much of a whore you can be for him.” He smirked.

He challenges you, and you accepts the challenge. You stopped yourself from grinding on his thighs and get on your knees. He stopped lifting his weights as he watched you in bewilderment.

“What are you doing?” He breathed.

“Showing you how much of a whore I can be. Keep working on the rest of your sets daddy.” You winked with a smirk. Grabbing the waistband of his shorts, he lifted his hips to help you discard the garment. His cock fully erect by now—slapping against his abdomen, a relieved moan sounded from his throat. You stare at his cock as if it’s the most meal that you’re excited to put in, your saliva practically drooling out from your mouth. You wasted no time getting closer to tend his throbbing thick cock, gliding your tongue from the base up to his angry red tip before you fully engulfed him with the warmth from your mouth.

Tom hissed, gripping the hold of his dumbbell on his thighs. You hummed in satisfaction, liking the feeling of his cock in your mouth. Giving attention to his head, your tongue teases the tiny slit—collecting his precum. Tom’s been grunting and moaning, he couldn’t seem to focus on his sets now—he just wanted to stop and grab your head then fuck your mouth until you couldn’t see sunshine.

You noticed he stopped working on his sets as you peered your eyes up from your lashes. Letting go of his cock, you switch with your hands pumping it. “Why’d you stop, Daddy? Come on. Grab another one, and work on your sets.” Tom groaned, He wished he had a camera with him—or a full crew. He wished he’s watching this whole thing you’re pulling from another person’s point of view. When you stand on your knees, the hem of your dress hunched up to your waist revealing your naked rounded ass that he so wanted to spank until they’re fully red. Veins in his arms popping out due to the heavy weight he’s lifting while his cock is a fully loaded gun.

Tom grabbed onto another dumbbell on his right hand, he puffed in and out a couple of breaths before proceeding his sets. You smirked, spitting on his cock and went back to wrap your mouth around his throbbing tip as Tom growled. You practically devoured him—sloppily, and little did you know he likes it. Your eyes never leaving his watching you and him from the mirror.

Tom would never thought that he could have a girl in between his thighs, sucking on his cock while he’s doing sets. He chuckles to himself feeling satisfied from a certain action that you give towards his cock. When you relaxed your throat to push him further into your mouth and gagging a little bit, that’s when he lost it. A loud moan erupted from his throat, throwing the weights away to gather your hair in his fist and hold you down for a bit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you really are such a whore for me.” He hissed, “Let me fuck your mouth.” And with that he thrusts his hips upwards and start fucking your mouth. You also wished you could watch this pornographic scene of him going feral with your mouth. Tom received noises of your gagging and your choked moan, “Thaat’s a goood girll..” He muttered out a praise. Grunts erupted from his throat as Tom feel himself getting close.

“Sshiit.. I wanna cum. I wanna cum in your mouth, Daddy’s gonna cum in that throat you hear me?” Tom smirked, bobbing your head up and down his cock watching your eyes in the verge of tears with bloodshot red.

Without warning and with a loud moan, he popped off like a bottle of champagne—unloading his strings down your throat. His hips stutter, holding your head still, emptying his load. You being a good girl as you are, swallowed everything even when he pulled his cock out from your mouth you cleaned every drop left.

Tom chuckled breathlessly, “My good girl.”

#tom cruise #tom cruise smut #tom cruise fic #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagines #tom cruise dirty imagine

[budgie-city]

Character introduction: FENYA

Occupation: Mayor (formerly jobless)

Color variation: yellow face sky blue greywing

Fenya is a quite a tough subject for anyone who knows him personally and/or anyone who had any interaction with him at all. Being a spoiled nestling coming from a Royal family, he was raised with the idea that he is better than others, that he has some ultimate privilege and everyone else should respect him unconditionally. His parents, Clemetine and Jack, are not better, thus they never really cared about giving him a proper upbringing, practically abandoning him oh the wings of their housekeeper zebra finch, Zhuzha.

Zebra finches are known for their pugnacious, chaotic and impudent behaviour, they love causing mayhem and have fun without thinking of consequences. One finch is not a big deal, but the bigger the flock, the more unhinged and unpredictable they become. Fenya loved that in them. He could relate to these little creatures of pure chaos, and Zhuzha enthusiastically encouraged his naughtiness when he was a nestling. But the time passed and the naughty nestling grew into a rude, narcissistic and confident in his impunity young parakeet.

Fenya was already a huge pain in under the tails of countless citizens, but the chain of unfortunate (pretty much fortunate for him personally) events led him to the mayor’s chair. And now you have the immature beast itself sitting on the highest post in the city, what’re you gonna do?…

#Budgie City #character introduction #character info #character design #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #original writing #Fenya #Fenya Budgie City

[legacyshenanigans]

Just a little part 2 to the ➡️Maid AU⬅️

Marvolo x MC 💚

The following day, MC was scrubbing the floors in one of the corridors upstairs. Marvolo had left his room, seeing her bent over on the floor. A thousand thoughts ran through his brain in that single moment upon seeing her. He couldn't help but smirk to himself. He cleared his throat, and MC flinched slightly, looking over her shoulder, seeing him stood right behind her now. She quickly sat up onto her knees. "Good afternoon." She smiled sweetly. Marvolo looked down at her through lidded eyes, "Quite the sight I was greeted with after leaving my room" his voice deepened as he leaned down slightly "If you had been bent over just a little more, I'd of seen the frills of your undergarments" MC blushed instantly, feeling her cheeks heat up. "My apologies," she whispered while looking up at him, still on her knees. Marvolo chuckled "Don't be sorry..It was a welcome sight" MC couldn't help but let a small giggle escape her lips, which he took a moment to find utterly adorable before speaking again "Also, about my offer, yesterday" he grinned "Yes?" She responded curiously "I waited up for you, just a little, to see if you would actually show..Though I knew that you wouldn't, but I waited anyway" MC looked at him coyly again, as she did when he'd first proposed the offer. "Marvolo, it's not that I don't want to -" she began before being cut off by him. "But you're worried about getting caught, as you said yesterday." "Exactly, " she sighed. He flashed her a smile, "You worry too much, considering I am one of the master's of this house, I wouldn't let you get into trouble" he whispered as he leaned down closer to her, putting a finger on her chin, and lifting her head up slightly. "You speak as though you wouldn't equally be reprimanded for your actions by your family if we WERE to be caught," she whispered back. "But isn't it exciting?" He gave her a devilish grin, "Even now, with you on your knees before me and my finger on your chin, someone could walk up and see us." The realisation hit her that he was right, she quickly stood and looked around, wiping down her pinafore. Marvolo chuckled, looking her up and down. MC loved the way he looked at her, with want and desire. She wanted him to, more than anything, but was so nervous at the same time. "You're a bad influence on me, Marvolo," she giggled. "Good." He chuckled and grinned with a cheeky attitude before wandering off down the hall, after a moment he turned on his heel to look back at her. "I really do think you should come to my room tonight, around eleven. So I can... Read to you." He smirked before walking away once more. MC knew damn well that if she went to his room, he wouldn't be 'reading to her', not that she minded that. She wanted his body on hers. The number of times throughout each day she thought about what it would be like to feel his hands roaming her body or hearing him whisper naughty things in her ear was almost embarrassing.

Later on in the day, when evening was approaching, she passed his room, he popped his head out "Could you do something for me?" He smiled. "Of course." "Could you just go and fetch me a glass of water before you finish for the day?" She nodded and headed downstairs, Seeing the other staff heading down to the servents' quarters, Miss Lyons looked over at her as she entered the kitchen."Are you going to the quarters with the others?" She asked as she was finishing up writing something down in her housekeeping book "I will shortly, Miss. Master Gaunt has requested a glass of water, so as soon I've taken that up to him, I'll be going to the quarters. " Miss Lyons nodded her head. "Hurry up then, girl. Don't keep him waiting, " she scowled before she herself headed down to their area of the Manor.

After a few moments, she headed back upstairs in the now quiet hallways and knocked gently on his door. He opened it with a little grin on his lips, MC gave him a small bow and a sweet smile as she handed him his drink "Your water, Sir." Marvolo took the glass and put it on on sidetable near his door before turning his attention back to her, he looked down each side of the hallway, then reached out his hand, placing it on her waist, pulling her towards him slightly as he leaned down, his face inches from hers. "Thank you" He whispered, MC cleared her throat, that damn blush creeping onto her face once again "You're welcome" she whispered back. Marvolo smirked, their lips almost touching "Tonight, eleven 'o' clock, my room" and with that, he pulled away and closed his door. MC already missed his touch with seconds of him letting her go. She felt giddy as she made her way to servents area. Craving more of him.

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#marvolo gaunt headcanons #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo x mc #marvolo gaunt

[irkimatsu]

@monstrousvoice sent me fanart of Husk in a muzzle: https://www.tiktok.com/@zammyx0/video/7330695414468988166

And it's my favorite form of Husk art, the sort where I'm not sure whether to cry or be horny. Curse how hot this man looks in bondage, despite his unfortunate circumstances...

For fic purposes, though, I went strictly for the crying. Husk is being punished for disobeying Alastor, Reader finds him after a few days, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt ensues. 1.8k words. No sexual content but still emotionally rough, with mentions of alcoholism and withdrawal.

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“Niffty? Can I ask you something?”

You try not to make any startled movements as the small Sinner slowly turns her head and looks at you with her one large eye. She continues smacking her feather duster at the wall as she looks up at you. “Yeeeees?” she replies cheerfully.

“Have you seen Husk?” you say. “He hasn’t been at the bar for a few days, and no one else knows where he is. Not Charlie, not Vaggie, not Angel…” It’s not unlike Husk to disappear every so often, usually due to errands from Alastor, but it’s not like him to not warn you before vanishing for this long.

“Ohhh.”  Niffty giggles as she turns back to the wall and continues dusting. “Husker is being punished. He was a bad boy.”

“...punished?” Dear god, what did this little gremlin do to your boyfriend?!

“He’s supposed to do what the boss says! That’s the deal!” Niffty continues. “But he said no, so now he’s being punished! Those are the rules!”

“Do you know where he’s being, um… punished?”

“He’s in his room,” Niffty says casually. “He’s not allowed to leave until Alastor isn’t angry at him anymore.”

Alastor is mad at Husk, and now he’s being kept in his room like he’s a naughty child? The more you learn about Husk’s predicament, the less any of it makes sense. “You have a master key so you can do housekeeping, right, Niffty? Is there any way you could let me in there?”

“Nope, not supposed to!” she says. “Supposed to go in there to clean, that’s it! Don’t talk to him, don’t give him anything he asks for, nothing else!” 

“Please, Niffty?” you beg. “I’m worried about him…”

“Hm…” Niffty looks back up at you with her eye, giving no hint as to what on Earth is going on in her head. “Well… he is your bad boy, isn’t he? Maybe if I let you in, you’ll… punish him further?” God, her laughter about that is fucking creepy.

“Um… yeah…” You can’t be more committal about it than that, even if it’s for the sake of seeing Husk.

“Okay, I’ll let you in!” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t lose that! It works on all the doors in the hotel, so losing it would be very bad. And don’t let Alastor know I lent you that, or see you using it!” Her voice lowers to a menacing pitch. “Make sure you punish that bad boy real good, okay?”

You nod slowly until she turns back to her cleaning tasks, and as soon as her gaze isn’t glued to you, you immediately flee to the stairs.

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The reek of booze assaults your senses as soon as you open Husk’s door. You don’t know the last time Niffty has cleaned in here, but in that time, the floor has become littered with shattered glass and puddles of drink. You shut the door behind you and gingerly tiptoe around the mess as you look around for your boyfriend.

“Husk?” you call out quietly. Are you in here?”

Another full bottle rolls to the floor and shatters as the lump on the bed starts to squirm.

“Husk…?” you repeat, more concerned than ever, as you approach the bed. You slowly pull the blanket back to reveal Husk curled into a ball, his whole body concealed by his wings. They’re in a terrible state, with feathers pulled out in clumps that left behind bloodstains. His tail is curled around himself, and the plumage on the tip has been equally tattered.

Even more concerningly, now that the blanket is gone, you can see the metal chain tying him to his bedpost.

You gently stroke at his wing, only for him to growl and shrink back from your touch.

“Fuck off…” he groans, his voice muffled by what remains of his feathers.

“Husk, it’s okay. It’s me,” you assure him.

He slowly lifts one of his wings and stares at you with pupils blown wide. Now that you can see his face, you can see the chunk of metal fastened against his mouth with a series of leather straps. Only the extreme sides of his mouth are visible, just enough for you to see sharp teeth bared into a snarl. His only other attire is the metal cuff around his neck for his chain; the rest of his body is exposed, revealing deep claw marks and bald patches all over him.

“Husk!” you cry out in horror. “What happened?!”

“What are ya… doin’ here…?!” he asks in turn. You get the feeling he’d sound a lot angrier if he had the strength to. “Get out of here… he’s gonna... be pissed-” He interrupts himself with a groan and a series of dry heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he grumbles to himself between heaving.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” you insist as you sit beside him on the bed. His body begins to spasm, and his heaving soon turns to sobs. You gently stroke one of his ears, knowing it won’t provide him any meaningful relief, but if there’s any sense of comfort you can give the poor man…

“...drink.” His groaning and mumbling finally manages to form a coherent word. “Haven’t… had a drink.”

Normally, the last thing this man ever needs is more alcohol. But as you put the pieces together, you begin to realize how he got into this state, and how this was done intentionally.

Niffty’s words echo in your mind. “Don’t give him anything he asks for!” All you can see is Husk desperately pleading with his friend for a drink, just one drink, even while both of them know she can’t risk that sort of mercy…

But you don’t owe Alastor any promises. “Where do you keep them?” you ask.

Husk weakly lifts a claw and points, and you follow the trail of glass and puddles he’s indicating to a cabinet pushed against his wall. You open the cabinet, and it’s just as much of a disaster as the floor, its shelves lined with more shattered bottles and puddles. Thankfully, you manage to find a miniature bottle of whiskey that’s survived the carnage. You take the bottle and rush it back to Husk’s side.

“Open it for me?” he asks weakly. You nod at him.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

You position yourself cross legged on the bed, then gently pull Husk’s shaking body into your lap, careful not to touch any of the bloody gashes in his skin. You balance the back of his head against the crook of your arm, then unscrew the cap on the bottle.

“I’ve got you,” you repeat, your voice much softer now, as you position the opening of the bottle against the exposed side of his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You’re not sure if his groaning response is a yes or no. All you can do is take a chance. You slowly tip the bottle up until the contents begin running out. Some of it runs down his chin and stains the panel over his mouth, but some manages to drip to where his tongue can reach. You finally find a position that gets most of the drink into his mouth, and he gulps desperately until the bottle is completely drained. Slowly, his tremors begin to cease, and his breathing becomes much less labored.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice little more than a ghost. “Thank you… thank you…”

Surely that one little bottle won’t be enough to fight his symptoms for long, but you’re not ready to leave his side just yet. You set the bottle down on the sheets and wrap your now-free arm around him to pull him closer to you.

You know you shouldn’t start crying. You’re supposed to be the one comforting him. And yet…

“Hey… doll…” he murmurs as he wipes a tear away with his claw. His paw is still trembling slightly, though not as badly as it was before you got him his drink.

“What happened?” you ask. “Niffty told me Alastor was upset with you, but that’s all I know…”

“She the one who gave you the key?” he asks. You nod in response, and you can just barely see  him smiling behind his muzzle. “So she figured out how to help me after all…”

“She told me I’d be in trouble if Alastor saw me in here,” you say.

“Yeah, you probably will,” he says. “Though I’ll be the one in real shit for accepting your help…”

“Why’s he this upset with you?” you ask.

“Refused his orders,” Husk says simply. “I don’t wanna do what he wants, so he’s drying me up until I’m desperate enough to go through with it. He’s done it to me before, he’ll do it to me again.”

Before? Again? You knew Husk and Alastor’s deal was heavily unbalanced to Husk’s detriment, but before now, you hadn’t fully grasped just how dire Alastor’s treatment could be.

“What is it that he wants you to do?” you ask.

He averts his gaze. “You don’t need to know that,” he says simply. “It’s just something I don’t wanna do. No matter what he does to me.”

“But what if he hurts you even worse if you keep refusing?” you ask. “I don’t want you to have to do something you’d hate! …but if it’s the only way… I couldn’t stand losing you, Husk…”

His next words are so quiet, and the muzzle doesn’t help you hear him any better. “...that’s how I feel about it, doll…”

You hold him in silence for a while, your only movement a continuous light scratch behind his ear. He returns the silence, only responding with a faint purr. As you hold him, you can’t help but look over the injuries to his body and his wings. Did Alastor do this to him?

On closer inspection, you notice that the tips of his claws are caked in dried blood…

“You should go,” he says. “I don���t want you to, but if he finds out…”

“I understand,” you say, trying your hardest not to imagine how badly Husk might be punished for daring to accept comfort in a time like this. “Just… whatever it is that Alastor’s asking you to do… I’ll understand if you do it, okay? I won’t blame you, no matter how awful. I just want you to get out of this…”

“...I can’t,” is all he says in response.

You lift him up so you can kiss the plate separating his mouth from yours; never before have you missed the taste of his alcohol and tobacco so much. He wraps his arms around you and cuddles close, and you can feel his tremors starting to return.

“I can get you another drink before-” you start.

He cuts you off. “Go,” is all he has to say. “Please.”

You kiss his forehead, desperate to feel his warmth somehow, before gently laying him back down on the bed. As soon as you let go of him, he returns to his earlier position, tucked in by his own tattered feathers. You give his wing a few more strokes, and this time he doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t do anything at all.

The only thing you can do now is leave, give Niffty her key back, and hope with everything you have that even Alastor is capable of some level of mercy for the man you love so much.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #alcoholism #abuse #withdrawal #self harm

[redeared-radio]

Greetings and salutations you filthy sinners!

I, of course need no introduction but for anyone tuning in for the first time I might as well introduce myself (after all what good host wouldn’t)

I am alastor, or as most folks know me the radio demon, rightfully feared overlord of hell himself. Yes, yes, even I stooped to making a “tumblr” as you youngsters call it (even if I loathe these loud flashing abominations)

Here are just a few housekeeping rules to save me the trouble of broadcasting your desperately delicious screams of despair

I am (at least from whst my darling son has shared) what you sinners would consider PROSHIP (even if I personally think this “debate” is frankly quite nonsensical, but that’s neither here nor there) dark and potentially disturbing content are to be expected. After all this is hell darling….

Questions about myself and my delightful little family are welcomed but please keep all questions polite and appropriate for even the littlest listeners, after all you never know who might be tuning in. If another pitiful soul brings up those preposterous rumors I- well there is a reason most disregard my craft as nothing more then “cheap intimidation”

I know some of you tune in for some more….salacious reasons, but please keep all those naughty little thoughts to yourself, especially if it’s about myself or my associates. We don’t need to give the papers ANOTHER scandal!

Please keep mentions of that pompous fool Vox to a minimum this is MY show after all, and you certainly wouldn’t want to end up a special guest now would you.

With that out of the way

TUNE ON IN…

(A alastor askblog/RP account run by @proship-angelbunny and pulls from my own interpretation of these characters, LOTS of potentially trigging content so be warned, please keep ooc questions to a minimum)

#proship #hazbin hotel #proship safe #hazbin alastor #hellaverse #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin rp #ask blog #roleplay #hazbin ask blog

[ts19009]

BTS IMAGINES: PART 5

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: OCTOBER 21st, 2022)

Jungkook

Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m) ( streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader) @haliiimede

left on read (enemies to friends to lovers?? hospital au, crack, grumpy/overachiever oc, social butterfly/annoying jungkook!!!) @muniimyg

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝 (Personal trainer!Jungkook x Baker!Reader) @moonlightkoo

the lucky one (pt. 1) | jjk (: You and Jungkook have been forced to be friends since birth. Keyword: forced) @babystrcandy

the nanny diaries ~ jjk (: jungkook x single mom!reader) @btsgotjams27

The Wedding Date (fake!dating au, some angst, fluff, and smut [18+]) @jjungkookislife

under the blankets (m) | jjk (Tattooed boyfriend!Jungkook x Tattooed!reader) @yoonia

Across a Crowded Room (Strangers-to-lovers, idolverse, smut) @monimonimoon

Intruder: Big day (dilf!Jungkook, CEO!Jungkook, arranged marriage, smut, fluff, angst) @btsamgyeopsall

ALL I WANT - JJK | bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader @sxtaep

Save me + J. Jungkook (Slytherin!Jungkook x Ravenclaw!Reader) @jiminspjm

happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+v(explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap) @jungk0oksthighs

a gift of love | jjk (dad!jungkook x f. reader) @mercurygguk

What if I love you too much? (fluff; angst; smut; single mum reader) @taleasnewastime

Please Don’t Go | JJK (spider-Man! Jungkook x Childhood Best Friend! Reader) @httpjungkookcom

All Mine - JJK (M) (smut, angst, ceo!jungkook) @katebacks

when it all falls apart | jjk (angst || mention of divorce, alludes to infertility & pregnancy) @7deadlysinsfics

JJK || Take Care of You (idol!Jungkook x housekeeper!y/n) @kookiecrumb

Because, I Love You Masterlist (Jungkook x Older!Reader) @readyplayerhobi

Public Enemy (Part 1) (Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jungkook) @explicit-tae

𝐣𝐣𝐤 | 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. (idol!jungkook, author!reader, secret relationship, fanboy jungkook, female reader, established relationship) @auroraborealyss

Fallen Arrangement || pt.4 (prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader) @parkdatjimin

Perfectionist (ungkook x Dancer! OC) @miraclesatnightfall

RED | JJK (3/3) (FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au) @taestefully-in-luv

Taehyung

Seven Seas (Atlantis Taehyung x Reader) @readyplayerhobi

sea star (m) (pirate king!taehyung x reader) @koyamuses

With a Brush of Fate | KTH | Series Masterlist (Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers.) @yoongiofmine

Ride With Me ( idol taehyung, coworkers to lovers, not explicitly smutty or fluffy but elements of both

Pairing: V x Fem Reader (A lucky communications grad student catches Kim Taehyungs eye during preparations for their concert. Or: A self indulgent naughty story inspired by my own delusions thanks to his bare-backed IG attacks.) @amethystwritesbts

Caught in the crossfire (Masterlist) (ssassin au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.) @taleasnewastime

Office politics (fluff; angst; smut; enemies to lovers) @taleasnewastime

the point of no return | kth (m) (starting out musician!AU. humor, smut, fluff. the trifecta.) @illneverrecover

ONE MISTAKE — 01 | KTH (: idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader) @vamours

❝ king of the clouds ❞ kth ― m. (royal!au, arranged marriage!au | smut, light fluff | 4.7k) @httpjeon

Get You The Moon (M) (Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, football!AU,  jock!Taehyung x student reporter!OC) @bymoonchild

— 1-800-music-street | taehyung (taehyung/reader | fluff, smut | homeless!taehyung) @httpjeon

Pick of the Patch | KTH  (Taehyung x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers) @taestefully-in-luv)

Comeback Home (1) II KTH - m (: exs-to-lovers!au, teenparents!au, college!tae, businesswoman!oc, smut, so much angst, a really cute kid, slowwwwwww burn) @another-army-spot

Seokjin

One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ) (Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :((() @stellalunatmblr

cinnamon bliss ● chapters list (Single Father!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Unrequited Love!au, Angst, Future Smut) @yoonia

all because of you | ksj (Seokjin x female reader genre: fantasy, f2l, HP!au; fluff, smut) @taegularities

The Light of Dead Stars (01) | KSJ (Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon) @ahundredtimesover

a dozen tulips. (ksj) (florist + model seokjin x wife!reader) @writtenwhalien

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fanfiction #taehyung #bts fanfic #bts kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #jungkook fic #bts one shot #bts fanfction #bts jin #bangtan #seokjin #bts smut #dad!jungkook #dad!taehyung

[visualtaehyun]

Hi ✨ chances are you're here because of one of my posts about language in Thai shows (mostly BL tbh). And since I kind of keep writing more of those, I thought I should do some better housekeeping and neatly collect them in a pinned post. So here ya go!

- all posts about language in Thai series: #local woman harps on about linguistics Thai QL fandom 101 & 102

Be My Favorite ep. 10 - "We should stop using rude pronouns" ep. 11 - thoughts | the poem ep. 12 - thoughts and some translation notes

Hidden Agenda ep. 5 - food, tongue twister, misc. ep. 6 - the friendzone article, the meaning of sunflowers according to Zo, observations about boundary pushing misc. - ep. 6 cuddle and ep. 10 video call

Only Friends ep. 5 - SandRay and the word 'friend' OST MV "So What?" - on-screen subs translated ep. 12 - Big Bug and Little Rabbit

Naughty Babe ep. 2 - "What do I usually call you?" ep. 3 - How the main four speak with each other ep. 4 - "Ai...!" - "Hia." | names and pronouns between the two families | What's in a name? ep. 5 - Devotion ep. 8 - Yi's mom and sisters

Lucky My Love ep. 1 - Consulting the stars ep. 2 - care vs. care ep. 3 - subtitle addendum ep. 5 - misc.

Love Senior ep. 1 - Names, puns, and pronouns galore! ep. 2 - bits and bobs ep. 4 preview - Title drop! ...and SOTUS explained

Last Twilight ep. 5 - The phi-nong of it all | Of Partners and Pronouns ep. 1-6 - "You're good! - "I sure am~" parallel | Mork and August's changing language with each other | Evolution of MorkDay's language use ep. 7 - Bam bam in the ham ep. 8 - The Little Prince | The brothers, Day's anger, and Night & Mork ep. 9 - Rung the rainbow | Bam bam in the ham updated & in gif format | Different expressions for Sorry ep. 11 - Phi Night vs. Lung Night & Porjai vs. Poomjai ep. 12 - no explanations, just vibes (mostly Porjai and Night)

Dead Friend Forever ep. 1-8 - misc. translations and observations ep. 9 - more language notes ep. 11 - Tee's conscience vs. Non's fury, and more news headlines | Phee-New & Tee-White pronoun breakdown and New's disposition by the end of ep. 11

1000 Years Old ep. 1 - Title, pronouns, and WHOMST ep. 2 - Hashtags, ghost girl, and "allergic" ep. 3-5 - "You are mine", Pun does a pun, etc. ep. 6+9 - Puns, pronouns, and shenanigans

23.5 ep. 1 - Pronouns and puns ep. 2 - The Fixed Stars, haplessness, and more ep. 3 - Names, particles, aliens and ghosts, oh my! ep. 4 - Fortune favors the bold ep. 7 - Sass, banana ghost, and love advice

Only Boo! pilot | official trailer

La Pluie - #bella watches la pluie Cutie Pie - #bella rewatches ning hia

ONE-OFFS Wedding Plan ep. 2 - Wa & Rine Wednesday Club - Wednesday's child is full of woe | Naming conventions of Tam's yadom Cooking Crush ep. 1 - Onion-or-kiss pun Pit Babe ep. 13 - CharlieBabe NC Love Sea Intro trailer - pronouns & predictions We Are - cheat sheet for characters, relationships, pronouns etc.

MISC. re: a BossNoeul clip - sugar daddy/DILF meme and song (ฟ้ารักพ่อ by Badmixy) re: a Last Twilight post - A clownery of typos and homonyms in romanization DMD Friendship the Reality - A pun explained (ft. FirstOne and Latte) re: a Pavel tweet - an attempt to explain and contextualize ผัว /pua/ and เมีย /mia/ re: We Are ep. 2 - Stir-fried water spinach aka Flying Morning Glory

- all posts not about Thai language but still about Thai shows: #ql musings (meta, thoughts etc.) #bella and the blorbos (gifs, edits, memes)

- other language related posts: #thai | #linguistics Love For Love's Sake - Hyung

#local woman harps on about linguistics