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coryosbaby · 5 months

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ: ʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴊɪɢꜱᴀᴡ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋʀᴏᴏᴍ!

Amanda young x fem! Reader

Content Warning . face riding, teasing, mommy kink

Amanda, ever the impatient, has decided to run her hands over you the moment that John leaves the jigsaw apprentice workshop. Her long red hair is soft in your hands as she presses your body against a metal table; never the gentle lover, she nips at your bottom lip with her teeth. She tastes like metal and strawberry chapstick and she’s making you dizzy with it, her legs slotting between yours to rub against your aching clit. You mewl, grinding against her to obtain friction.

“‘Manda,” you whine, your bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

She knows exactly what you’re asking for; you’ve been together long enough that she knows your thoughts in and out. She laughs, her fingers reaching down to press against your swollen button. Your eyes roll back at the simple touch, throwing your head back as the strap of your pink latex dress falls down past your shoulder. Amanda nips at your jugular with her tongue.

“My fingers, sweetheart?” She asks, though she already knows the answer. “You want my fingers inside your wet little cunt?”

You nod eagerly, adjusting yourself so your ass is placed on the table. Your knee sock clad feet bump against the side of the metal, and you let out a tiny squeak when Amanda grabs your hair in her hands.

“I want you to beg.”

Her voice is dark, a monotone of that sweet lilt you know so well, and you can feel heat creeping up your spine as you look at her with wide eyes.

“Please,” you manage to let out. “Please, mommy, please stick your fingers inside my pussy. ‘M so…” you hiccup, the arousal and subspace getting to you as you attempt to grind your poor little pussy against the table beneath you. “‘M so horny… I need you. It h-hurts, Mandy.”

Pouting—maybe mocking you, maybe genuine, you don’t know— Amanda coos to you as you squirm in front of her.

“Oh, sweet girl, I know. Cmon, why don’t you show mommy those pretty tits first? Then maybe I’ll think about it.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes, a cry bubbling from your throat at her teasing. You’re always so sensitive for her.

You move the straps of your dress down, your puffy nipples popping out of the fabric when you drag it down past them. Plump and pretty, Amanda doesn’t think she’s ever seen such cute tits.

You look up at her, biting your lip with doe eyes.

“Like that?” You ask softly.

The older woman lets out a breath of air, her own pussy clenching at the sight of her girlfriend’s beautiful body.

“Just like that, sweetie. Gonna play with them for me? Got mommy so wet just looking at them.”

You nod, the allowance of any type of stimulation making you giddy. You run your fingers over your nipples, the small peaks hard under your palms. You pinch them, rub them between your two small fingers. And then you use your full palm to grip your breasts harshly. The stimulation makes you moan, your tongue lolling out at the feeling of it. Amanda leans down to slide her tongue against your now revealed one, licking up your saliva. She moves your hands away from your chest and spits down on the valley in between your breasts. You moan at that, your pussy becoming incredibly hot as you feel her warm spit land on your skin.

“Nice and wet,” Amanda groans, reaching down to rub her aching pussy through her pants. “Cmon, rub it on those slutty tits. Be a good girl.”

Your fingers smooth out the saliva all over your tits, looking at Amanda with glazed eyes, practically begging for your cunt to be touched or to touch hers. She smiles, her thumb rubbing over her own cunt, and suddenly you desperately want to taste her.

“Want you to ride my face,” you mumble sweetly to her. “Please mommy?”

And god, the woman can’t resist that. Watching her begin to undo her belt, your mouth practically waters. A soft blush coats her cheeks as she pulls down her cargos and her underwear. She steps out of it, and you make room on the table so you can lay down. She hovers over your face, one second, then two, and you can smell her arousal from here and it’s so hot. She lowers herself down onto your face, and immediately your mouth latches onto her drenched cunt. She lets out a tiny moan, a few mutters making their way out of her kiss bitten mouth.

“Such a good girl.” She praises softly. “So, so good— just like that.”

Even with her usual dominant demeanor, your pussy eating skills are off the charts and Amanda has to be a little speechless at times during it. Her wetness drips down your chin, your own pooling in your underwear as you try to rut against the table for some friction. Her hands dig into your scalp, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy because you haven’t came up for air yet but honestly it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to you right now is making Amanda cum.

Her taste invades you, so perfectly sweet and tangy all at once. You rub circles with the tip of your tongue over her swollen clit and she grinds down into you once more. Your hands move to grasp the soft flesh of her ass; you can’t help but spread her cheeks apart to gain more control, and she lets you. Until it’s to that point where she’s about to cum.

She grabs your wrists from behind her and pins them over your head. She uses the momentum to grind down onto your face, but also give you a bit of air.

“Eating mommy’s pussy so good,” she whines out. “‘M gonna cum, baby, gonna cum all over that slutty little mouth..”

Your legs twitch with arousal as her words flood your brain, and you can’t think about anything else but Amanda as she orgasms on top of you. You slurp up her cum greedily, moaning desperately into her drenched heat as she rides your tongue for the very last time. She sighs, moving her body back a bit, and you pull off of her overstimulated cunt with a light pop. She looks down at you as you take big gasps of air.

“Did I do good, mommy?” You say sweetly. Amanda smiles.

“Did amazing, baby.”

Her fingers reach back and rub over your panties, and you mewl in excitement.

“Might just give you a reward.”

#Amanda young #Amanda young x reader #Amanda young x fem! reader #Amanda young smut #Shawnee smith #saw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw x #Amanda young fanfic

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ekbelsher · 9 months

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Thumbnail, sketch, final art :) (This is Edie and Laws from THE SECOND DEATH OF EDIE AND VIOLET BOND by Amanda Glaze)

#book art #book characters #ya fantasy #paranormal fantasy #bookish art #fantasy illustration #fantasy sketch #character art #sacramento california #ekbelsher

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sensei-venus · 10 months

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Some fluff for Anthony I’m literally in love with him maybe Lawrence reader and everyone finds out about their secret relationship including Daniel Johnny and Amanda

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) (Anthony & Reader are in Highschool because I said so because they go to school with the others, Lawrence!Chubby!Reader,Soft Kissing, Secret Dating,Fluff & Angst, Sneaking Out, Sam is a Snitch,Robby Probably Knew, Johnny trying to be a supportive Dad.)

Reader couldn’t help but giggle a little, her cheeks felt all flushed and warm. Getting into Anthony’s room was a bit of a task. Scaling the LaRusso house and getting up to the roof could be pretty, hard especially at night. There was barely any light other then from the windows.

But sneaking out late at night was the only way for her and Anthony could meet up that week.

Between her father and Anthony’s parents it was hard to meet up in person or face time. Their secret texting only got them so far. The urge to see each other was constant. The only time they got to see each other was at school or when they got to glaze at each other from afar at the dojo. On the rare occasion they meet up for secret dates around town.

It didn’t help that their siblings where also constantly on them. Both Robby and Sam would periodically check in on them. Better known as snoop around to keep a eye on the two of them. The teens knew that their older siblings would sneak into their rooms and look around time to time. So far after months of dating in secret, neither of them seemed to have found out about the secret relationship.

Anthony rolled his eyes as he helped pull his girlfriend in into his room from his bedroom window. He couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on his lips as she finally climbed all the way in. He helped her stand up and shut his window again. He whispered out “You really have to stop doing that. One day Sam or my parents are going to hear you.” Reader groaned as she flopped onto his soft bed. Her eyes looking over at him as he just sighed and sat down next to her

There was a long pause as they just sat on the bed together thinking. They both had such a hard time keeping the relationship they had a secret, especially for so long. It was madness trying to keep it hidden away from everyone to see.

But it always came down to one simple thing that caused them to not want to come out about their romantic feelings towards each other.

Reader was a Lawrence.

Anthony was a LaRusso.

It was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode if they where to tell everyone they where dating.

“I wish we didn’t have to do all this, sneaking around and stuff. I thought sneaking around was supposed to be fun and exhilarating. This just sucks…” Reader said as she scooted over on the bed to lay her head in his lap. Anthony slowly blinked as he looked down at her. Eyes half lidded as he watched her face fall. He picked at her hair, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers.

“I don’t like it either but you saw how my parents and your parents acted the last time our families got romantic with each other. Maybe we can wait another year or two or-“

“I don’t want to wait, I want everyone to know that I have a hot boyfriend named Anthony LaRusso, gaming badass and karate dude. I can’t keep acting like I’m single when I’m not. It’s so hard acting l-like we aren’t a thing.” This was one of the only times that Anthony had seen his girlfriend act like this. In the months of meeting her and dating her, he had never seen her this upset.

He had never seen Reader Lawrence on the verge of crying. It made his stomach flip and his heart hurt. His usually strong headed tough girlfriend has tears welling in her eyes. Her hand slowly moved to grasp his. Her soft lips kissing his fingertips.

“I want to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public. I want to be able to throw a arm over her when I’m sitting during a break at training. I want to kiss her in front of everyone when ever I want to.” He felt this chest start to tighten just a little “Just give me a little more time to think of a way to tell them ok? Please.” Reader clenched her eyes shut trying to magically suck up her tears. He didn’t let her do that for long as he whipped them away with his thumb. She gave a soft smile before pulling him closer.

Their lips meet in a sweet and soft kiss. It was simple and passionate. Light and airy almost. His thumb rubbed over her soft cheek, her hand laced gently though his dark curls. Lips moving together in a sweet rhythm. They where fully embraced into each other.

They didn’t even hear the door to Anthony’s room open.

All they heard was the loud gasp that had them separating in a split second. Eyes going wide as they stared at the open door.

Sam LaRusso stud in the door way with a shocked expression, mouth open and eyes wide as she looked at the two teens. What ever words they had in their minds where lost on their tongues. Both of them in complete shock of being caught by the boys older sister.

“Anthony!! Mom! Dad!”

Anthony didn’t even have time to shove Reader off of his lap by the time his parents showed up.

With a unexpected newcomer.

“Dad why are you here!!”

“You don’t get to ask that! Why the hell are you here Reader?! Your supposed to be at the apartment with Robby!”

Johnny yelled as he pushed past Daniel and Amanda. Reader shoot up and pushed herself away from Anthony on the bed. She was quick to try and lock her knee’s together to look more prepared. Taking a deep breath she looked up at her dad who was basically fuming now. His blue eyes digging holes into hers. Looking like he was about not snap.

Daniel doesn’t look as mad but Amanda is close to the same point as Johnny. Daniel has a eyebrow raised and Amanda is tapping her foot, Sam is still a bit in shock at what she just found going on in Anthony’s room.

“We have been gone for less then two hours and you decided to sneak in a girl- Reader at that.” Daniel says in a questioning tone. Amanda looks at her son in a box of anger and sadness. Clearly seeing what was about to go down now that the two teens had been caught.

Johnny whips back around and points a finger at Daniel and then to Anthony “Hey that’s my kid! I bet your mcjunior son tricked my daughter into coming here. Trying to pick a fight? Reader did he do anything to you?! Did that little prick put a hand on you!”

“Dad no stop!”

“That’s definitely not what was happening when I walked in.” Sam snorted making everyone look at her. She put her hands up In defense.

“Anthony what where you two doing in here when Sam walked in.” Amanda said with her arms crossed.

“I was… I was kissing my girlfriend when Sam walked in.” Anthony exclaims as he looks up to his mom with a small frown. He really didn’t expect to be telling his parents about this tonight. he thought that they could get away with it for just a little while longer. Clearly they couldn’t with the turn of events.

Reader quickly takes his hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze. Looking over he finds her smiling over at him, relief starts to flood over him. Maybe this wasn’t the worst timing after all.

They both look up to their parents.

“Sam did you know about this??”

“I had no idea! And I admit to going though his stuff before and I didn’t find anything. I can’t believe he’s even dating anyone in the first place.”

Johnny is pacing the room at this point as he try’s to cope with the new information. He scratches at the back of his head “How long has this been going on? Does Robby know about this?” Reader sighs saying “ We’ve been going out for a few months now, and from my knowledge, Robby has no idea about us going out together. We didn’t want anybody to know in the first place because of this exact reaction.” She huffs at her father.

The room was silent after that for a while.

No one dare make a sound.

“Are you guys actually that made over this? That I’m dating a Lawrence?”

Amanda was the first one to reply back, quickly sitting next to Anthony. She took his free and hand patted it in hers.

“You really thought we would be upset just because your dating Johnny’s daughter? Is that why you two where hiding?”

Reader nods “We thought all of you would be upset about us dating each other because of what happened after Robby and Sam where together. Half of the time you guys couldn’t stand be near each other when the topic came up. We thought it would be the same with us so we just kept it a secret.”

Johnny groaned as he sat down next to his daughter.

“Maybe I’m a little pissed that your dating a LaRusso but still, you shouldn’t have felt like that. I just want to know your safe. If dating a shitty LaRusso makes you happy then so be it.” He tries his best in his own way to comfort his daughter. He puts a hand on the back of her head and gives her a quick kiss to the temple before pulling away. He ruffles her hair, she tears up a little as she goes and hugs her dad.

“It’s ok…I’m not mad.” He rubs her back harshly for a few seconds.

“Sam you suck by the way.”

“What!? What did I do!?”

The rest of the night was filled with chaos as they talked everything out.

The whole time Reader and Anthony held each others hands.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #lawrence!reader #anthony larusso #cobra kai anthony #anthony larusso headcanons #anthony larusso x reader #anthony larusso x chubby!reader #anthony x lawrence!reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader

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jovenshires · 4 months

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another quick note for the theater ep:

the 23:16 comment had me react in the exact same way as tommy bc like- oh my god 🙊

the lil fist bump after was really cute tho 🥹

also spencer later going "we are gonna give birth" were two mpregs not enough for our guy?! 😹 (sorry)

mild spoilers:

Angela is canonically Ian's daughter now ig 🙏

sadly the question of "Will Tommy and Spencer ever get paired up for a single one of these improv scenarios?" has once again been answered with "No" :/

nevermind I wrote this before spencer took matters into his own hands. truly the spommy nation king 🙏

also spencer's line at 32:23 + their interaction had me immeditaly go 👀😹

sorry this is getting long but like:

the fact that based on the comments being read out, we got lowkey moments for several of our fave ships??

like 2 shaynse comments; 1 for amangela and then the heavy hitter for spourtney?!

they were truly feeding us with this episode 🙏

no bc when i tell you i literally made this exact tommy face

hand over mouth, eyes glazed over, shocked. anyway the fistbump was everything to me but im sure we knew that

stella i hate to tell you this but this is actually his fourth instance of mpreg crimes (he and tommy did an implied mpreg ad for utm. no i am not kidding i wish that i was.) and he should be in jail for them. actually smosh in general should be jailed for mpreg crimes.

ian mpreg ending in angela birth is actually... i was gonna say a sentence i never thought i would type but honestly it checks out

well hey we got the 'he's actually a brilliantly talented comedian' line so i digress!

spencer, the og spommy nation founder, said, "my people are starving. i shall provide." and then he fucking did. florida boy to florida boy.

i DID NOT expect THE spourtney moment of all time holy shit. someone check on kit. ARE THEY OKAY. anyway yeah two comments about chanse read by shayne and one by amanda about angela? fucking crazy. we won today boys!!!

#spommy #shipping #smosh pit theater #spt #stella #ask #asks #wallpaper inside my heart

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djservo · 5 months

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HI CAS! 😁 it’s that time of month again… 🎄🎅❄️☃️ are you a christmas music enjoyer? what’s your november reading looked like? what are the final books you’ll read in 2023? any wintery vibes these are all important questions

I always think I've become indifferent to if not completely turned off by christmas music but just last weekend my coffee shop was playing 'christmas (baby please come home)' n I was like hell yeah this song rules...... & one time my crabby hater coworker put on springsteen's 'santa claus is comin to town' for me + that was such a kodak Magic Of Christmas moment for me I was like wait the grinch really does have a soul.... im a sporadic xmas music enjoyer merely by happenstance 🧘‍♀️ + my november reads were magical!!!

Regarding the Pain of Others by Susan Sontag

wanted to pair this with Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection by Julia Kristeva as a brief little study on representing/projecting and relating to terror but this one was so apt that I thought it'd be best standing alone and allowed to sink in for the month. really interesting/important points about the origins of the 24 hour news cycle + "the CNN effect" + a mass desensitization to the suffering of others, disheartening but necessary things to understand especially now when every feed is so casually interspersed with it. and ofc Sontag is just so graceful with her framing of ideas that I think this is quite an accessible read to those who've never ventured into philosophy/theory

Manila Noir edited by Jessica Hagedorn

MILF (MAN I LOVE FILIPINOS)!!! learning that I maybe love crime fiction? or maybe specifically written by Filipinos bc the Philippines is kinda the perfect place for so many intersections/dissections of class and power and exploitation and all the things that make crime/mystery so juicy to me. the selection here was so strong, I think I ended up shelving something by each of the contributors I could find english translations for. so many women too which rules x10000. also saw that this is part of a series of 'noir' collected works based around a specific area (like SF, Brooklyn, Mumbai, Istanbul, etc) which I think is a super cool concept and I can't wait to track down the others. think this is gonna have to be a noirvember tradition

With my Dog Eyes by Hilda Hilst

read this in one sitting before a wedding so it's admittedly a bit of a blur/I didn't get to sit with it as much as I should have bc Hilst's prose is so dizzying (in a good way!!!) but I've asked for one of her translated works for xmas so I'll defo be giving that one my full + stoic attention 🧘‍♀️ I can vaguely remember the shape of the story but what most sticks out to me when reflecting is really specific phrases... the gold of your name — an armless embrace of you — sado-slippery I’m sweating and laughing... I'm empty of anything good. Full of the absurd.... just really gorgeous syntax and images and I can see why Hilst + Lispector's styles are compared so often

Live Through This: On Creativity and Self-Destruction edited by Sabrina Chap

admittedly wanted to hate this from the very start with Amanda Palmer's intro ugh like I braced myself for this to be some corny contrived #AngryWomenInArt but I ended up adoring this and hating myself for my initial haterisms.... women in art is actually so real..... really great + diverse selection of artists (I was worried this would be overwhelming white + cis + het but luckily it wasn't!) and it honestly didn't even occur to me to read this as like a guide on how to work through/with creativity, but rather glimpses into other artists' processes and journeys with their own creativity (I initially picked this up for Eileen Myles I think). so personal and honest and inspiring because of that intimacy and honesty. felt good when I recognized some of the other names too, but ofc added a bunch to my TBR as well. made me miss rookiemag and generally a time when feminism didn't seem so glazed in layers of girlboss irony + terfism real bad </3

Smaller and Smaller Circles by F.H. Batacan

MILF PT. 2!!! another Filipino crime fiction win.. I did see the reveal coming the moment the character was introduced but all the build-up made it worth it. I loved that no form of power was safe from criticism—sleazy priests/prominent figures from the church, useless police, sensationalist media, mayors blind to the true needs of their community, the smaller and smaller circles (hehe) of unchecked trauma and abuse, the ways these all tie together to inevitably harm those without a voice or pedestal.. does such a great job shining a light on the hypocrisy and corruption of it all which isn't specific to the Philippines but from the few Filipino works I've read, it really does feel like a reoccurring core theme. with such a vengeance too! watched the movie adaptation last night which cut out a lot of the good/necessary stuff in my opinion but the vibes + casting were spot on so it was just cool to see the gritty world come to life in that way

Near to the Wild Heart by Clarice Lispector

BONK this was everything to me like exactly the kind of writing I've been aching for since I was a teenager........ a similar blissful dizziness that I felt reading Hilst — gorgeous sensual painfully moving prose, it's wild to me that a work of fiction could hold this much introspection, each character's state of mind so crystal clearly expressed you can't help but feel a little lost in it. and this is her first book??? I'm thrilled just thinking about how she could possibly hone her craft in later works, I'm so excited to see for myself. this is a sidebar but I pretty much lost all my steam for creative/fiction writing during the pandemic and randomly pushed myself to get back into it in october and between this + Hilst's book I rly do feel more inspired than ever..,. crazy what some beautiful & dreamy sentences can do to you!!

i DONT want to prematurely toot any horns but I think I may actually reach my original reading goal of 50 books this year? just started the last book (Something Wicked This Way Comes) in the 'dark boyhood' trio I planned with my friend and it's going by super fast (probably because it's a childrens book basically LOL) and then I checked out Nana vol 1 & 2 bc I found out my library randomly has them (despite never having anything else I'm ever looking for... like ok) and I usually whiz through graphic novels. I think I may read Powers of Horror as mentioned earlier to balance out the fiction, and I downloaded a few free books by Palestinian authors from here (free to download til Dec 5th) so I'll choose from one of those.. maybe end the year with some poetry, all of which isn't necessarily wintery but simply reading my lil book w a hot drink is cozy enough <3

#asks #cheesehair #reads

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harleyquinnxcrazyx · 10 months

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Rick Flag x reader

Warning: Fear, injured, death, intense love

You were on the island of Corto Maltese. Half your team was dead since Blackguard sold you out, but you were pretty sure Amanda Waller had sent you there to die anyways. While stumbling through the forest you escaped to, your only thought was Colonel Rick Flag. Your boyfriend. You and him had been together since the first Suicide Squad was recruited and when he and June broke up, you made your move. He eventually fell in love with you, and even convinced Waller to let you move out of Belle Reve and in with him. Not that you didn’t still have to do missions. That’s why you were here now. As you tripped over a tree branch, you gasped in pain at how it tugged at the burn on your stomach. You felt people’s presence suddenly and jerked up, only to be met with relief that it was the second half of your team. Peacemaker, Ratcatcher # 2, Bloodsport, King Shark, and Polkadot man. “Y/N?” Peacemaker said, with an utterly confused look on his face. “The hell are you doing here?” You didn’t answer, just stared at them. Eventually you trekked off and the next morning found where Flag was being held according to Waller. You sliced and diced and brutally killed everyone that was in sight. As you guys opened the tent you froze as you saw Rick having a drink with a women. His shirt was off. You stood there awkwardly as everyone else. “Rick.” You said warily staring at him and the women in confusion. Rick stood up.

“Darlin’?” He asked, his eyes puffy red. He walked over to you and gently placed his hands on either side of your face. “Baby, I thought you were dead.” He whispers, his eyes glazed over by unshed tears. You kissed him and then immediately noticed everyone staring at you, so you pulled away and rested on his chest instead. “Don’t you ever do that to me again Y/N.” He stated his arms wrapping around you like a shield.

#rick flag x reader #Rick Flag x fem!reader

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hypnolurker · 10 months

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Glass Half Full

“I wanna try something cool, you always complain about how you can’t stop your thoughts from racing right? And how you just wanna relax and de-stress. Well I have been learning some hypnosis techniques recently and I wanted to give them a try.” Steve proposed to his girlfriend Amanda.

“Oh, hypnosis huh? Sounds like fun, I doubt it will actually work but I’m happy to let you try if you want. Maybe it will help a little.” she responded warmly, as he eagerly began to get to work.

“Ok, ok, so uh, sit down there on the couch and just pay close attention to every word I say.” he ordered her.

Amanda dropped down obediently onto the soft cushions of the couch and nodded as she gazed forward, focused and ready to give this hypnosis stuff an honest try.

Steve began to slowly wave his hand in front of her, his fingers lightly dancing as it swayed rhythmically from side to side. “Watch my hand. Just watch it and let your eyes follow. Watch my fingers dance. Keep watching...” he said, as Amanda complied.

Her eyes wandered listlessly back and forth as she followed her boyfriend’s ever swaying hand. She watched his fingers dancing as he told her, admiring the way they fluttered gently as she felt herself beginning to relax. Maybe it was working, kind of.

“Keep watching. Feel your eyelids getting heavier as my hand moves. Feel your whole body relaxing and your thoughts slow down.” he continued, moving his hand gradually closer and closer to her face.

Amanda kept watching, and to her amazement she started to feel her eyelids drooping. Then her shoulders slumped and her jaw began to hang open. As his hand moved closer and closer to her face, her eyes began to cross as his fingertips danced directly past her eyes so gracefully. She was surprised at how good he had become at hypnosis, she didn’t even know he had been practicing!

“Good girl. You are getting sleepy now. Soft and tired and peaceful. Its so easy to just surrender. Let the sleepiness pull you into a cozy slumber. Let your heavy eyelids finally drop and come to rest as you fall under my power.” he told her.

Amanda agreed. She was definitely feeling sleepy, so much so she almost yawned. Her eyes glazed over as she stared and tried vaguely to fight the oncoming drowsiness, but ultimately her boyfriend was right. It was simply too easy to surrender. Too difficult to keep her eyes open any longer. As her eyelids slid shut, Amanda drifted into a pleasant trance. Steve was very pleased.

“Very good girl. Now, still asleep, I want you to hold out your hand for me.” he commanded.

Amanda didn’t really think about it. She felt like she was fast asleep and yet somehow she was fully cognizant of his order. Her arm raised sluggishly in front of her as she obeyed mindlessly.

“Good, now take this glass.” he said, placing a small glass into her hand.

Amanda grasped the glass firmly, arm still outstretched before her as she had not been told to put it down yet.

“Good, now tilt your head to one side and just hold the rim of the glass up to your ear for me, dear.” Steve instructed.

Amanda complied thoughtlessly, her head slumping to one side as her hand brought the glass up to her ear as she had been told.

“Now, listen carefully. You will hear a faint dripping. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.” he said.

Amanda listened to the empty glass. After several moments, she heard it. The gentle splash of a small droplet resonating throughout the glass and funneled into her ear. Then another. Then another. She could hear a steady flow of droplets hitting the base of the glass now. She nodded slightly, head still tilted.

“Good girl. That’s your brain. All your thoughts, your worries, your cares, all of it. Slowly trickling out of your head via your ear. You can feel your head getting lighter with each drop. Drip. Drop.” he told her.

Amanda, completely entranced, understood immediately. That was her brain. She listened calmly as more droplets fell and she did indeed feel a pleasant airy feeling start to form inside her head. Her brain was leaking out into this glass. It was as clear as day.

“Do you feel it? Your brain is draining away. Drop by drop.” he asked.

Amanda nodded. “Draining away...drop by drop...” she mumbled vaguely as her mind steadily filled up the glass.

Soon the droplets were resonating less and the splashing was clearer as the glass was filling up. At the same time, her head grew lighter and lighter. A small pocket of emptiness turning into a vast canyon of blissful blankness inside her head. All those stressful thoughts, gone. All drained out into the glass. Amanda simply listening contentedly as they left.

“The glass is half full now, which means your head is half empty. How does it feel?” he asked warmly.

“Gooooood.” Amanda groaned lazily. Her half empty brain was so light and floaty that she couldn’t come up with a more sophisticated response than that brainless groan.

“Good girl. It feels good to let your brain drain away. You can feel it flowing faster now. Its like all those pent up thoughts and fears are just gushing out of your head.” he said.

It was true. Her brain was gushing out of her head now. She could feel it and hear it, sloshing as it joined the rest of the every growing pool of slushy brain matter in her glass.

“You can touch yourself if you like.” Steve said nonchalantly.

Amanda didn’t hesitate. She felt so good with her brain leaking out, plus she was so suggestible with her head all light and floaty like this that she would do whatever he said. So, her free hand slipped down to her crotch and began to trace circles along her vulva as she enjoyed the sensation of her brains oozing out of her ear while rubbing her quickly dampening slit.

“Good girl. Just keep rubbing and letting your brains drain away. The hotter and wetter you get, the faster they flow. You want to get every last drop out, so knead that pussy properly now.” he told her, discretely rubbing his own crotch now.

Amanda complied happily. Pressing down harder against her lips and squeezing her clit as she moaned and gasped and felt her few remaining thoughts slosh around inside her head as they circled the drain. Glug. Glug. Glug. As her pussy clenched and ebbed with pleasure, an even more beautiful sensation was coming from her head as the last of her thoughts emptied into the glass.

“Almost...almost completely empty now. Just a few more drops. Are you excited?” Steve asked, clearly very into this.

“Uh-huh” Amanda replied as the last remnants of her brain trickled out without any resistance.

Her head finally empty, Amanda felt a sensation she had never felt before. This utter blank, this perfect hollow inside her head. It was a completely different type of happiness. As she realized this, her pussy was spasming around her fingers as she came around them dumbly. Just a brainless doll now, all her thoughts had been emptied into the glass.

“Good girl. Now I want you to hold the glass out in front of you again.” he said, trying his best to keep his raging boner calm for a little longer.

Amanda obeyed.

“Now, tip it out. Let all those nasty thoughts spill out onto the floor. Seep into the rug and never come back.” he ordered.

Amanda smiled. “Nasty thoughts...never come back...” she mumbled gleefully as she rotated the glass and felt it grow lighter as her brains spilled to the floor.

“Good girl. Say bye bye brains!” he said playfully.

Amanda giggled a little. “Bye bye brains!”

“Now, open your eyes again for me, still deep and relaxed. No brain. Head nice and empty.” he ordered.

As Amanda’s eyelids fluttered and slowly lifted, she saw Steve’s hard cock, veins bulging as they clung to the sides, dangling in front of her. He slowly aligned the tip with the edge of the glass as he began to pump it slowly.

“See how my hand is moving now?” he said.

Amanda gazed forward, her hollow head letting her focus mindlessly and completely on the cock in front of her. She nodded, lips still parted in a vacant expression as a little bit of drool trickled past.

“Yes, I want you to do that. Reach out and rub my dick just like that. Keep holding the glass there too.” he ordered.

Amanda thoughtlessly reached forward and, as his hand shifted away, hers quickly took its place. She pumped away at his shaft with a steady rhythm. Feeling the hot, thick rod pulse and twitch against her palm and strain against her fingers as she gazed in amazement at the whole thing, still drooling dumbly.

“Ung, that’s it! Fuck baby, you look so hot when you’re brainless. Like a dumb doll. I’m gonna cum already.” Steve grunted as threads of sticky cum suddenly spurted forth.

They were caught by the glass and slowly slid down the side as more ropes followed, steadily forming a pool of warm cum at the bottom.

“Good girl. Now that your head is nice and empty, I can fill it with whatever I want. So how about you go ahead and put that glass to your lips now and drink it all down.” he said confidently.

Amanda did so without a word, her brain too empty to do anything but blindly obey her boyfriend’s every whim. As the glass touched her lips, she could smell the familiar scent of cum. Then, tilting it slowly, she saw it slide slowly down the side until it hit her tongue. The thick, salty liquid drained down the back of her throat, coating it along the way as she swallowed it down greedily.

“Good girl. Feel it filling you. Going to straight to your head. Its like alcohol. I know you can’t handle your alcohol, but with your head so empty there is no way you can handle this. I am filling your empty head with my hot, sticky cum. Do you feel it, clinging to the sides of your head?” he told her.

Amanda could feel it. Sticky gunk clogging her empty brain. Yet, it wasn’t a bad thing. The floaty pleasure of a hollow head transformed into a dizzy joy, like being drunk but so, so much hotter. She could feel her slit dripping with need as her head swam. Slowly, her gaze focused back on his cock and this time she locked on.

“Looks like you want to coat the inside of your head with more of my cum huh?” Steve noticed.

Amanda nodded, still transfixed by the meaty member.

“Well, go ahead. No need for the glass anymore, you can drink straight from the tap if you want.”

Amanda groaned eagerly as her head thrust forward and her drooling lips locked around the tip hungrily. She was sucking and slurping away in no time, all the while her eyes carried a gorgeous, glossy sheen. She was a blissful and brainless little cum-sucking doll, whose only thoughts were of drinking down another fresh load of her boyfriend’s delicious, intoxicating cum.

And, with a little effort and a lot of sucking, she got her wish. Swirling her tongue around the throbbing shaft, she felt it begin to pulse more urgently. She remembered the way it had throbbed in her hand earlier and knew her prize was coming. As it stretched her throat out, she felt the hot, salty spray on the back of her throat and moaned around it in satisfaction. Quickly the intoxication intensified and Amanda felt her cum-coated head grow stickier and more needy.

She kept sucking Steve’s cock and slurping up his hot cum for as long as he would let her. Filling the void in her head with plenty of sticky semen. She hadn’t even really expected this to work, but by the end of their session she was a perfectly brainless, cum guzzling cock addict.

They never did clean up the puddle of her brains on the rug...

#story #Not Mine #Reconstruction #mindbrokensluts

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part 32 🖤 - AO3 link

part 31 in the reblog @winterspiderpurrs 🖤🖤

Peter thinks of the first dead body he ever saw. It was a middle aged man, heart attack, lived alone, but they had signed for their body to be donated to science in their 20s. A practical man, perhaps, but nonetheless, Peter was grateful.

It was his second year of nursing school, and Peter prepped himself so well in advance that he barely felt a thing during the anatomy lesson. The immeasurable weight of mortality and frailty of life did not hit Peter until he actually lost his second patient. The first was a blur and perhaps Peter did not want to address it, so when he lost his second patient, he was hit with twice the emotions.

As most nurses, Peter had mentors at his workplace he could talk to for guidance. But, no amount of talking will ever scrub that glazed, empty look in those dead eyes from Peter’s memory. Amanda Olson, 32, mother of two.

Peter thinks of her now. Now while Tony is shouting his name.

——

“Peter! Peter! Come on, talk to me! God dammit… Why did you have to wander around, huh?”

“Boss! Is he okay?”

“No, he’s not! You ass, you- you, fuck! Why didn’t you just lock the door? What’s with that- that itchy trigger finger? Couldn’t even wait till you got to the lake house?”

“We thought-”

“You thought! You didn’t think at all!”

“You said to deal with it here! I followed your orders, so this is not on me!”

“You listen here, Barnes, and listen fucking good-”

Peter feels like he is floating. It is the polar opposite of the hazy comfort of the drugs he has been experimenting with. This floating comes with an icyness that makes Peter feel alone and unprotected.

The young man doesn’t realise it, but tears are rapidly gathering in his eyes and blurring his vision to just vague shapes and colours. He does not recognise Stephen when he comes in through the front door.

“What’s going on here?”

Tony and Bucky pause their heated argument. Neither of them know what to say, or where to start. It’s a bloody mess.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asks again, coming up to Peter.

The young man frowns softly, his eyes like a dam about to breach.

“Why did she have to die?” Peter asks, his voice nearly emotionless.

Stephen does not follow and looks at his husband, and then Bucky. Neither of them answer.

“Why did she have to die?!” Peter repeats with more urgency.

“I- it’s just life, Peter.” Stephen says dumbly.

No, no, no. Peter shakes his head, backing away from the doctor.

“Come on, baby, it’s nothing for you to worry about.” Tony coos, coming up to Peter from behind. “We’ll take care of this, all right? You weren’t supposed to see this. Just try and forget it, okay? You’re safe here.”

Like a rabbit chased into a corner, Peter looks at his predators, his heart in his throat.

Will he submit?

#starkerstrange

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Domestic Drabble #97

(In F [lu] Major)

Couldn’t decide whether I wanted Sick!Theo or Sick!Shane so have a generic sick male protog instead.

She's in the kitchen cooking dinner when he arrives home. Usually he wastes no time in running upstairs and hopping into the shower, sometimes not even saying hello, but today he breaks pattern and pads into the kitchen. Going to her side, he loops his arms around her waist and buries his face in her shoulder, sighing heavily.

"Hello to you too," she says, kissing the top of his head. "Everything okay?"

"No. I'm getting sick," he mumbles, not lifting his head.

"Oh no… how sick are we talking? On the couch with tissues and a cold or in bed with Tylenol and the flu?"

He only shrugs, scrubbing at his nose with a sniffle.

"Poor thing. You must be feeling really crummy if you're admitting it to me already."

As if in response, he suddenly turns away from her and presses his elbow to his face to catch a loud, miserable pair of throat scraping sneezes.

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

"Bless you, babe," she coos sympathetically. "Those sounded rough. Why don't you go change clothes and get more comfortable?"

To her surprise, he shakes his head. "I'd rather stay with you."

"With me? Why? I'll just be cooking for a while longer yet."

"I know." He makes his way to a nearby chair gingerly, as if in pain, and slowly lowers himself down. "And I'll sit with you while you cook."

She smiles at him over her shoulder. "Needing some extra company tonight because you're not feeling good?"

"I guess maybe." He unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and begins to roll up his sleeves, shaky but determined, giving her a tiny smile. She loves when he shows off his forearms, and he is well aware of that fact. He loves to tease her about it, and use it to his advantage when necessary.

Worry stirs in her heart nonetheless. "Too warm?" she asks.

"Only a little."

"Think you're feverish?"

"Don't think so. You can check if you want, though," he says with a sleepy yawn.

Of course she moves to his side right away, pressing her lips to his forehead this time. "You might feel a little warm… or else it's my imagination. I think you're probably okay for now."

"That's good," he sniffles. "I need to rest for a bit and I don't want you fussing around with the thermometer." He props his head up on one hand, elbow on the table. "Tell me about your day," he says with another yawn.

Unable to miss the sore-sounding rasp in his voice, yet flattered her company was wanted in spite of that, she willingly takes over the conversation. "Okay, so you know all the drama that's been going on between Kelly and Amanda? So today…."

She talks for a long time as she cooks, filling him in on the mundane goings-on at her workplace. He nods and frowns and laughs at the correct places, but his sniffling, throat clearing, and fittish coughing are a constant backdrop, and his eyes gradually take on a foggy, glazed look that she knows from experience will get worse before it gets better. Still, she so rarely gets his undivided attention, busy and easily distracted as he tends to be, that she continues as long as she can.

The spell is broken at last when he erupts into another painful sounding sneezing fit, one that she had seen him struggling against for several minutes.

"TTSSSZ'shieww! heh'TIHSSHH! "HAHHT'zzxxsshh!"

"Bless you, love," she says as he blows his nose. "You're sounding worse, not better. Think you're ready to go shower yet?"

"If I must," he sighs, slowly standing. "Maybe it'll help."

"Help what?"

"...Everything." He huffs an approximation of a laugh.

"Aww, poor guy. I hope it does help. I don't know why you've put it off for so long as it is, Mister Showers-Three-Times-A-Day."

"What can I say? I like being clean-n…." The last word is cut off by a hoarse cough, followed by several more.

She can only look on worriedly. He looks so miserable and pitiful as he quiets that she can't help but go wrap her arms around him. He sags into the hug weakly.

"Those made my chest hurt just hearing them," she murmurs in his ear. "You need to rest. The sooner you go change, the sooner you can lie down."

He grunts in assent and reluctantly pulls away, turning to shuffle toward the stairs that lead to the master bath. She watches him until he's out of a sight, torn between fondness and concern.

He returns in due time, freshly showered but otherwise looking no better. If anything his fatigue is more visible without his work clothes to give the appearance of composure, though she loves the ugly, red sweater he's wearing in the way one loves familiar, comforting things. He shuffles his way to the couch and collapses into the corner, letting his head fall back with a weary (and wheezy) sigh.

Dinner is ready only moments later. She prepares a plate for him and sets it down on a TV tray at his side. He perks up a little and pulls the food closer with murmured thanks, digging in eagerly enough. She joins him on the couch with her own plate and turns on the National Geographic channel for background noise. They don't talk much as a rule during dinner, both of them preoccupied with their own thoughts and plates. He eats some of everything, enough that she doesn't worry too much, then brings his plate into the kitchen and clears it. She listens to him sniffle and cough the whole time, not quite drowned out by the sound of the TV, especially when he sneezes twice in quick succession, and wonders once more if he's playing it up a touch because he's tired, or if he's coming down with something nasty.

He sinks back into the couch when he returns, bundling a blanket around himself this time. His eyes follow the screen, but he seems distant and unfocused. His blinking gets heavier and heavier, and in no time he's sleeping, head tucked into the corner and snoring softly.

She leaves the TV playing and takes the opportunity to wash and dry the dishes while he naps. She wonders, though, how much rest he's getting. Between the snoring and the interspersed coughing fits triggered by the snoring, she can't imagine sleeping is doing him much good presently.

Once the dishes are finished, she makes her way back to the living room to find he has changed positions. He's now lying on his back, sprawled out across the whole couch, still bundled in blankets and snoring even louder if possible with an arm thrown over his eyes. She turns off the overhead light, and she thinks he relaxes slightly. Since the TV seems to be the last thing on his mind, she changes the channel to one of her shows. Upon hearing the new program, he groans softly and rolls over to face the back of the couch. She goes to his side, nudging his shoulder.

"Sit up a sec. And scootch down a little."

He groggily does as he's told, and she sits where his head was, putting a pillow on her lap for him. He smiles a tiny smile as he assumes his new position.

"Thanks, babe," he rasps.

"Sure. How're you feeling?"

"Cruddy. I ache all over."

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"I dunno," he mumbles, barely audible.

"Hmm. Just try to relax, then," she whispers as she begins to run her fingers through his hair and rub his neck. He's asleep again in no time, and he's no longer snoring, for which she is grateful.

They stay that way for a long time, her watching TV, him dozing. She mostly lets him be, stroking his hair if he gets restless and starts coughing, but she can't keep her eyes from straying to his face every so often. After a while she begins to note the saturated tone his skin has taken on, even visible in the dim light. Yet when she tries to push the blanket down, he clutches it tighter with a little moan, though he doesn't seem to wake.

With careful maneuvering, she reaches for the thermometer she'd brought with her and positions it under his arm, trying to disturb him as little as possible. He seems not to notice, sleeping on, or so she thinks. Yet when she removes the device to check it, she makes a concerned 'tsk' in spite of herself. At the sound, he shifts ever so slightly and his eyes meet hers.

"What's the verdict?" he croaks.

"You've officially progressed from tissues and the couch to medicine and bed," she whispers.

"Lucky me," he sighs. "So that means I have to move, then?"

"Indeed it does." She prods him to sit up, and he sluggishly complies, but then immediately sags against her when he's sitting, his head falling onto her shoulder as he yawns hugely.

"C'mon, love. You shouldn't stay down here. We'll get the heating pad going for your aches and Vicks for that cough so hopefully you can be comfortable and get some real sleep. You've got a hell of a fever already. I don't want it to get any worse."

"Hell of a fever, huh?" He chuckles tiredly. "I'm glad I've impressed you. So what do I win for my effort?"

She laughs too. She shifts him off of her so she can stand, then takes his hands and pulls him up behind her, speaking as she does. "If you keep impressing me like this tomorrow, you'll win an all-expenses paid day home from work in our luxurious bridal suite with bottomless soup and tea. You might even get a soothing massage, if you play your cards right."

"Hihh'KHHTCH! TZZZ'SCHUUH!"

The sneeze bursts over the second half of her joke, and she's slightly miffed that he probably missed most of it. But he still smiles wanly as she blesses him.

"I guess I'll take it. But are you gonna sleep in the other room to avoid my germs?"

"Should I?"

He shakes his head. "I'm cold and sore and I need you in bed with me more than ever. I don't want to be alone. Even if I am gross and sneezy."

She stretches up to kiss his hot forehead. "If you need me there, then of course I'll be there, germs and all."

She begins to lead the way to their bedroom, and he finally follows. Of course he has to cough as they walk, and his coughing is sounding even chestier and more painful than before. She's glad when they reach their destination and she can help him into bed at last. He groans weakly as he sinks into the mattress with a shudder, and she can't tell if it's from pleasure or discomfort. She thinks it's likely both.

" 'm so achy," he croaks again, reading her thoughts. "Can barely move."

"Let's see if we can do something about that," she murmurs, tucking the blankets around him.

She fusses around for a bit, getting all the things he needs. But once he's drunk a good amount of water and taken medicine and is lying on a heating pad with plenty of Vicks, she throws on her pajamas and crawls in beside him. He wastes no time in closing any distance between them, enveloping them both in the scent of menthol. He muffles a cough behind his lips as he presses his face against her side, then sighs as she begins to scratch his back.

"I hope you don't get too warm from sleeping with me," he mumbles. "I probably feel sweltering to you."

"You do," she agrees. "But it's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever and it won't be the last I'm sure. Your comfort is what matters right now."

She feels him smile against her but doesn't reply, letting her ease him into sleep by her gentle hand on his back.

#My writing #everyone is hotter with a fever #dipping my toes back in with something that I don't care about getting reblogs #but I mean feel free to reblog if you want

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