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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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Partition | Arthur Harrow x Fem!Reader

a/n: Don’t tell me I’m the only one that thought of things with Harrow in the back of the limo. I’m not afraid to admit it this was influenced by Partition by Beyonce. this is complete filth.

Warnings: Smut, Making out, Arthur Harrow in a suit, Masturbation (M receiving), Limo sex, Unprotected sex, Probably some spelling/grammar errors I was really tired when I wrote this, I’m sorry if I’ve missed anything!

Characters: Arthur Harrow x Fem!Reader, Mention of Ammit, Limo driver

You were sitting across from Arthur Harrow, your boyfriend. You were wearing a strapless dress, unsure of how “dressed up” he wanted you. You had been told that Arthur had planned a date night at some restaurant. You weren’t sure where, so you threw on your best dress and put your hair up. Ever since you took a seat in the limo he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He cleared his throat.

“You look..” He searched for the right word to use. He didn’t want to say anything that may have alluded to the growing bulge in his dress pants. He put his hand in his pocket trying to adjust himself before you saw. He wasn’t typically like this, you clouded every thought he had.

“A little too dressed up?” You asked, you felt out of your comfort zone with the tight, sleeveless, knee-high, cocktail dress. Arthur just stared at you, his lips drawn up in a smile. The many thoughts that passed through his clouded brain were not innocent in the slightest.

“Admirable, My goddess.” You had moved to sit next to him, missing the closeness he had to offer. You had an idea in mind because of him. His expensive suit that you had no idea he owned, how it was tailored just right. You couldn’t help but find yourself admiring him. You had watched him attempt to hide the bulge that strained against the fabrics of his clothing.

“So are you, My King.” Your tone had turned from one of shyness and discomfort to flirtatious and sultry. Arthur had some sort of inkling that you had seen the issue he was trying so hard to ignore. He looked at you with a certain shyness in his eyes. You brushed his hair behind his ear, looking into his blue eyes. The comfort they brought you no matter the situation, the way they became lust blown when you made love. The softness to them when you both would cuddle. You placed your head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“I’m not worthy of you, Arthur.” You knew how to draw him into a corner, and that's what you wanted. He would always prove how worthy you are of him. He needs you to know how he’s not worthy of you. In his eyes, you are his queen and he needed to prove that in every little thing he did.

“Quite the contrary.” He looked at you, confused. You had been over this many times, seeking closeness from each other as you proved it. Feeling each other completely, repeating I love you and praise.

“Prove it.” You whispered before kissing his jawline. That was your plan and he nearly fell for it. He wasn’t ready to give up much in a limo, where there was one other person. He was a very reserved man, any kisses on the lips, any very intimate moments happen behind closed doors of your shared house.

“Later.” He hummed as your hand found its way past his pants without him noticing. You pumped your hand down his cock a few times before he truly realized. He searched your eyes, he did not want you feeling pressured to give him release. He could wait if he had too. His head hitting the back of the seat as he let out a low moan.

“Then let me show you.” You continued with your hand for another minute. Before you realized that there was one other person in the limo, the driver. You pulled your hand out of the confines of Arthur’s pants.

“(y/n).” He whined at the loss of friction, he needed more. He needed to cum, and you had control if he did or not. You knocked on the divider getting the attention of the driver at a red light.

“How can I be of service?” The driver asked, he was someone from the community. One of Arthur’s body guards.

“Is it possible to turn up the music?” you asked the driver, he did as asked. The tinted divider went back up the music now blaring through the back of the limo. You looked at Arthur with a wide cocky grin on your face. He looked at you with a begging expression on his face.

“Prove it.” You repeated. He wasn’t in the position to argue with you; he couldn't afford to deny you. You made him feel so good. He needed to repay you. He brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb as he brought you closer into a kiss. Your hands were busy undoing his belt then returning your attention to jacking him off. You heard him moan into the kiss, breaking it for air.

“G-Goddess.” He spoke in a stuttered breath. He looked down at your hand as you ceased the movements. You had only one condition, and he quickly caught on to it. He pulled you back into the kiss you continued with your hand’s movement. You wanted him to be on top before you realized there wasn’t necessarily a comfortable position for both of you to be laid down unless you both did it on the floor, or you sat on his lap. You pulled back from the kiss.

“Arthur?” You asked, pulling your hand out of his pants. You needed him, you were doing things, thinking things before he picked you up. He was off dealing with things in the community and you were… Busy. He pushed you back against the window to kiss you, he was getting close. He just needed a little more of your hand. He would repay you, getting on his knees and praising you. He just needed more.

“Please?” He begged, he would do anything. You pushed on his chest and he went with your movements. He was submissive, he couldn’t help himself. He needed you to finish what you started and he would do anything to get it. His hands found your sides following them to your hips, dragging you on top of his thigh. His hands found a position to hould you as your other hand that was not busy grabbed his shoulder. You started grinding down on his thigh.

“No panties.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His breath sped up as you rocked yourself back and forth on his thigh and brought him an inch closer to release. You were slow, your body telling him this was exactly what you wanted. You leaned down to kiss Arthur, his once tense body had become relaxed once again. His nails dug into your dress, he let out a broken deep moan as he came. Staining the front of his dress pants, lucky enough he had thought through something and brought a more relaxed outfit. He knew he wouldn’t want to be wearing the suit all night. It was out of his comfort zone as well. He had to think of how he wanted to punish you, the cane he had was now knocked on the floor.

“I should punish you.”

“Have I been a bad girl?” You asked with enough innocence that your sentence sent a shiver through Harrow. He was the submissive one a minute ago and now it was you. He had the upper hand, he had the reason to punish you. If you were to disobey him, he would deny you an orgasm. Telling you to wait until you both were back at home, teasing you all night. He would still make sure if it was what you wanted, what you needed, he wouldn’t be incredibly rough. He tries not to be rough in bed, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you, and how good you make him feel. Yet, he can’t help the times he gets overly stressed out and needs to fuck out his stress. Of course making sure you're okay, if you liked it, praising you for taking him so well, etc.

“Are you sure this is what you want, my goddess?” He needed you to answer him before you continued any further. You knew you deserved to be punished, afterall Arthur Harrow was a fair man when he wasn’t casting judgment for Ammit. You had been getting closer to your release rubbing against his thigh as his fingers came to satisfy your clit.

“Y-Yeah, Arthur. I’m sure.” You stuttered, focused on how you feel. Arthur pressed his thumb to your clit just a bit harder. He looked at you, feeling you soak his dress pants. You moaned out his name, riding out your high. He took you off his thigh and you whimpered. He pulled you against the window lying on his back.

“My Goddess, are you worthy?”

“Very.” He pulled the front of his pants down just enough for you to have him. He pulled you onto his lap. He was able to sit up just a little bit kissing you. He buried himself into you, giving you a second to adjust before he started thrusting his hips up into you. You had matched his pace riding him as he thrusted. When you both found a decent pace Arthur grabbed a fistful of your hair you let out a gasp of air followed by a moan. A few minutes passed, ten minutes closer to the destination.

“Arthur… I need..” You tried to speak, luckily he understood you enough to be able to give you what you wanted, he thrusted into you at a new angel. His hands on your hips, he had more ideas for when you had the comfort of the bed at home.

“Just like that…” Arthur trailed off, basking in the pleasure you gave him, he was trying to form the words to say he loves you, he was trying to form the words to praise you, he tried to find his voice but was greeted by moans and grunts.

“A-Arthur!” You moaned out once again, he was hitting all the right spots at once. You tightened around him, he leaned up to kiss you again. Full of teeth, panting, and tongue.

“I-I-I love you.. My G-Goddess.” Arthur moaned out, he was vocal during sex. He whimpered when your walls squeezed around him yet again. You had been moaning out what was supposed to be his name ever since he angled his hips reaching deeper into you. He had you moaning as he grunted reaching the depths of your pussy.

“I-I love you t-too.” You both tried not to scream out each other's name as you both reached your climax. You moved off of him after you both chased your high. He pulled you off his lap, craving intimacy. He needed the closeness. He kissed you, he changed his position, his head on your lap and your hand in his. He made himself slightly more presentable. Your free hand moving his disheveled hair out of his face. You looked down at him, noticing how tired he was. You both weren’t going to the restaurant. He was too tired and dirty from everything. You were tired too and wanted the intimacy he craved just as much as you.

“Do you want to make dinner reservations at la comunidad?”

“The community?” He questioned, he felt bad. He wanted you to enjoy the restaurant. He had work to do when you both woke up. He would be prepping for the ‘dinner reservations’ or at least helping a few of the community members who wanted to help him. Arthur had moved to tell the driver that you both had changed your mind. He apologized profusely to both you and the driver. Though the driver had no issue with it.

“Yeah..” You spoke to Arthur’s question. He layed back down with his head on your lap, admiring you yet again. He nodded his head, he would make it up to you. His legs were weaker after his release, everything in his body was just a little weaker. It took a lot out of him even if he may not admit to it.

#arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow x fem!reader #arthur harrow smut #arthur harrow #arthur harrow fanfiction #ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #arthur harrow fic #smut #established relationship #limo smut

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 9 months

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Good afternoon Sex Witch!

I was hoping you could help me figure out how to change how I think about sex and unlearn some prudishness/ disentangle it from more genuine concerns and red flags.

Yadda yadda conservative small town childhood, classic backstory. I definitely got a sense of… I guess, safety and rightness by being very “these things are always bad”; not just sex things but sex was, of course, still one of the big things. Of course, then came puberty, and getting out of my comfort zone, and realizing how toxic purity culture was. Growing up meant, in part, my learning to do better by re-examining things I’d taken for granted.

That’s why I’m asking: there’s a lot of… lingering discomfort with a few things. I realized I still feel pretty… uncomfortable around people who have a lot of sex with multiple partners, along with the topics of polyamory and open relationships. I’m monogamous and I’m not ashamed of that, and of course I keep my opinions to myself when around friends who are happy in non-monogamous relationships. Cuz like, this is ABSOLUTELY a me-problem. I would just like to not feel like this and be unambiguously happy for people I otherwise love living their best lives.

(I’m also single and shy; I strongly suspect that envy over people who can attract multiple partners when I can’t seem to even attract one is a polluting variable.)

Regardless, do you have any links to point me to or thoughts to help me dismantle this ugly bigotry protoplasm? Cuz I know I’m wrong; I’d just like to get the bit of my brain to stop sending these stupid alarm signals.

hi anon,

okay, so, first I just want to say congrats to you on the obvious massive amounts of work that you've done to identify the biases you were raised with and work to uproot them. I know you're here because you feel you still have work to do, and I respect that completely, but I think it's also important to recognize that you've clearly come very far from what you were raised with. being able to recognize when something is a you-problem is HUGE.

I also want to say, as gently and with as much love as possible, that it may not ever be possible to totally 100% possible eradicate thoughts that we don't like. in a way, the idea that we can and should be able to control our impulsive reactions to things is still very conservative, right? it's the idea of "thought crime," except now instead of being upset at yourself for having a sexual thought it's being upset for having a thought that's not sexually open enough.

while I understand wanting to eradicate that unpleasant little "yuck" response out of your brain forever, I also believe very firmly that your thoughts alone don't define you or your values. okay, so your knee-jerk reaction to someone you love announcing that they're in an open relationship is discomfort. but what are your actions? what are you saying and doing? are you lecturing them about their immoral lifestyle, or are you pushing that discomfort aside and doing your best to be supportive of someone else's happiness even if you don't personally get it?

your actions and how you're treating the people you care about matter a lot more than the thoughts that you can't help.

having said that, it's still nice to have some framework for how to work through those feelings of discomfort to at least see if it's possible to diminish them and change that line of thinking. luckily, sex educator Nadine Thornhill just wrote about this in her latest newsletter, which I definitely recommend checking out - Dr. Thornhill is gem.

so, with full credit and hoping that she would forgive me for borrowing, here's an excerpt from Dr. Thornhill's newsletter:

Like all humans, I have a judgey little mind that is constantly observing, assessing, assuming, inferring, and drawing conclusions based on random stimuli. That’s always happening, even when I’m in sex-educator mode. But what I can do (and you can, too, if you want) is practice being mindful of my judgements, especially negative judgements. The most critical part of the practice has been getting curious about my body signals. When someone makes a sexual decision I don’t like, a question I try to ask myself is: What does that feel like in my body? Sometimes, I’ve struggled to maintain that level of in-the-moment mindfulness when working with real people and consequences.Movies and TV have helped me explore some of that stuff. It’s a safe place to judge fictional folks and their fictional sexual choices freely. Meanwhile, being able to pause, rewind or replay a provocative scene lets me take the time to take stock of my physical reactions. With time and practice, it’s become easier to recognize the specific muscle tension and rapid breathing that signals disapproval. Why is this important? We may not be able to stop ourselves from forming judgements about other people’s sexual choices. But if we understand and acknowledge them as judgements rather than facts, we can work to avoid imposing our will on other people. One way we might do so is by asking ourselves the following questions: Does this person’s decision affect my body, relationships, or autonomy? What would have to be true for me to want to make this same choice? What might make this a positive choice for this person right now? How might my own experiences or situations be affecting my opinion? How can I express kindness and compassion while still respecting their right to make their own choice?

much appreciation to Dr. Thornhill for putting this so succinctly; I'd definitely recommend checking out her work for anon and anyone else!

#sex edventures 2023 #nadine thornhill

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tailoroffates · 1 year

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Tips for anxious people to help them out of their "comfort zone cage"

A Comfort zone is defined as a psychological state in which a person is in a place or situation where they feel comfortable and in control. The things in the comfort zone are familiar and rarely expose those inside to experiencing new challenges. The person isn’t being exposed to new things, thus allowing them to relax. Having a comfort zone is nice, but letting that zone grow is essential to living a fulfilling life. The danger of not allowing your comfort zone room to grow is that it can become more like a cage that locks you inside of it. For instance, I’m Agoraphobic, meaning I get seriously anxious when I try to leave my house. Don’t get me wrong, there are other definitions for Agoraphobia, but this is the category that I fall into. My house became my comfort zone and I’ve become so comfortable and feel so safe inside that now when I leave, I’m exposing myself to scenarios that I no longer feel comfortable in. This puts me into an anxious mindset which makes it difficult for me to overcome, causing me to often experience panic attacks and fainting spells due to overstimulation and high levels of anxiety. A better way to explain this is by using the “Comfort, Stretch, Panic Model" of Ryan A, and Markova D. They define 3 different learning processes which all people experience throughout their lives, well… Except maybe sociopaths. First, we have the Comfort zone. I’ve explained this a bit, but I’ll still touch on the basics just to get the point across.

The “Comfort” zone: Inside our comfort zone, there is no fear or discomfort. This is the place we feel most at ease, as all things here are familiar to us. We aren’t exposed to new learning processes or challenges here, but this is also where the downside comes in. You see, without opening ourselves up to those new challenges we have no room to grow or reflect on ourselves as individuals. Things here just remain the same (much like me and being worried about leaving my house).

The “Stretch” zone: In the stretch zone we reach our middle ground, right between the three zones. Though things seem new and unfamiliar here, learning is still possible. By being exposed to new challenges in small doses we can explore our boundaries and maybe even push at them a little. - The “Panic” zone: This zone is exactly as it sounds. It’s a mental state in which we experience stress, panic, fear, and challenges in a manner that makes learning impossible, typically engaging the “fight or flight” reactions. In this state, a vast majority of our energy is spent on us trying to control and manage our stress, fear, and panic. When a person gets trapped in this mindset for too long they begin to struggle with exploring their boundaries and in most cases it causes them to slink back into their comfort zone, making it more and more difficult for them to leave their comfort zone, hence the term “comfort zone cage.”

As you can see from the explanations above, the comfort zone cage isn’t a physical problem, it’s a mindset that people who struggle with anxiety too often can get stuck in where they fear new challenges and experiences. In my opinion, and I know this is going to make the anxious few nervous, the best way to creep out of that comfort zone cage is to open yourself to new experiences in small doses. Take those baby steps to introduce yourself to things you might enjoy, but baby steps only. Don’t overstimulate yourself or put too much pressure on the experience, or you may reinforce the anxious habits and tendencies that have you feeling trapped.

The goal here is to slip into the “stretch zone” and explore ways to build new “happy habits,” as the more you can get out there and try those things, the more often you’ll be able to do it and the better you’ll feel when you succeed. Don’t forget to applaud your efforts when you make progress as this is another “happy habit” that will help reinforce your efforts toward rewiring your brain. Don’t beat yourself up when you don’t succeed, instead, find the areas that you did well in and maximize on those. Be nice to you! <3

#anxious #actually agoraphobic #agoraphobia #social anxiety #mental illness #mental health #mental change #awareness #take care out there #anxiety disorder #wellness tips #tips

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ickynights · 7 months

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Sketchy Seafood

"Doyun, are you sure about this place? I mean, it looks a bit sketchy," Daniel hesitated, peering through the restaurant's dimly lit entrance. He couldn't help but feel a wave of uncertainty wash over him as he watched the worn-out sign and flickering neon lights.

Doyun couldn't help but roll his eyes at his boyfriend's overdramatic response. "Can you just trust me for once?" he retorted, as he grabbed Daniel's hand and began to pull him toward the entrance. "I know it might look a bit dingy, but the Yelp reviews are incredible, and my cousin said it's the best Korean food in town. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, babe."

Daniel nodded reluctantly but he knew Doyun was right. Perhaps the owners just used all their resources on the quality of the food instead of their restaurants aesthetics. It didn't really matter to him how the decor was set up, as long as the food was authentic and tasted well, he could ignore just about anything.

As they settled into their seats, Doyun couldn't help but notice the lingering fishy aroma in the restaurant. It wasn't entirely unexpected, given that a majority of the dishes listed on the menu were seafood-based. Still, the pungent scent had an unsettling effect on his stomach, making it churn with a hint of discomfort.

But he wasn't going to let some scent get in the way of his date. So what if the scent was bad, the neighboring tables seemed to be devouring their dishes just fine.

The food arrived at their table surprisingly quickly. Daniel chose to stick with his go-to favorite, Galbi-jjim (braised short ribs), not wanting to take any risks in a place he still considered somewhat suspicious.

Doyun, on the other hand, decided to step out of his comfort zone and ordered Nakji Bokkeum, a spicy stir-fried squid dish he had never tried before. Normally, he was quite cautious about trying new things considering his testy stomach, but he loved eating squid plain and it had never been a source of concern for him, so he figured it was a safe bet.

As Doyun took the first bite of his meal, he couldn't help but notice that something didn't taste right. The squid, while tender and cooked to perfection, carried an unfavorable flavor that made his taste buds cringe. It was a unusual flavor that he couldn't quite place. He was no stranger to plain squid but perhaps the sauce was making it taste bad? Whatever it was, it surely didn't taste well at all.

He glanced over at Daniel, who was thoroughly enjoying his food, and hesitated for a moment, debating whether to voice his concerns or not. Maybe he just let his boyfriend's words get to his head. It wasn't fair to consider something off tasting if he hadn't actually tried it before.

"You were right, baby, this stuff is amazing," Daniel said with a warm smile, taking another bite of his Galbi-jjim. "How's your food? The spice isn't upsetting your stomach, is it?" Daniel asked, noticing the younger had barely touched his plate.

"My food is good too, I think I'm still a little full from lunch though." Doyun awkwardly replied, trying to lie his way out of being wrong.

Daniel noticed a hint of discomfort on the younger's face but decided to ignore it for now. "Your mom really did make a lot of food earlier. I'm surprised she even let us eat out tonight; I thought she was gonna cook for us this whole trip. Honestly I wouldn't mind if she-"

Doyun struggled to concentrate on Daniel's

conversation as the all-too-familiar unsettling sensation continued to bubble in his belly. The

combination of the unfamiliar dish and the rice porridge he ate earlier churned uncomfortably within him. Despite having eaten only a quarter of his meal, Doyun feared that if he took another bite, his stomach might not be able to hold back, and an unpleasant outcome might be inevitable.

Doyun discreetly pushed his plate aside, his appetite vanishing under the weight of his discomfort. He didn't want to draw attention to his growing nausea, especially not in a place he had chosen for their date night. Instead, he focused on listening to Daniel's blabbering, hoping that the queasy feeling in his stomach would eventually subside soon enough.

The night went on for what felt like forever in Doyun's opinion. Daniel insisted on getting desert, even somehow coaxing Doyun into trying some. The banana flavored ice cream was delicious but even just a spoonful was enough to set his stomach off.

As they settled into the backseat of the taxi, Daniel couldn't help but notice how bloated Doyun's stomach had become. Even though he was wearing Daniel's oversized hoodie, a subtle curve was unmistakably poking through the fabric. A pang of guilt washed over him as he realized that he should have paid more attention to the warning signs earlier in the evening.

"Are you feeling alright, love?" Daniel asked, his voice a gentle whisper, not wanting to draw attention towards themselves.

Doyun replied in a hushed and somewhat uneasy tone, "Not really, I don't think my food was made right. I thought it was just the spice, but I'm feeling pretty nauseous now."

Daniel frowned and reached out to hold Doyun's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Just try to relax for now, love. When we get back to your mom's place, I'll make you some tea." he murmured, his thumb gently caressing Doyun's hand. "Hopefully that'll help settle whatever's going on in there."

Doyun offered a weak but appreciative smile. "Thank you, babe," he whispered, leaning his head on Daniel's shoulder as they continued their way home.

The moment they arrived home, Daniel took charge, gently guiding Doyun to the guest room. He gave him a reassuring smile and said, "Why don't you put on your comfiest PJs, and pick whatever tv show you want to binge-watch tonight? I'll make that tea for you, and you can just relax and take it easy."

Doyun nodded and wasted no time in getting ready for bed. He threw on the first pair of pajamas he could find, and settled into the bed, putting on a random variety show that he knew him and Daniel loved watching.

Daniel returned to the guest room with a mug of tea and a pack of pills. He sat them down on the bedside table and explained, "Your mom says these pills should help calm your stomach if you aren't already feeling super sick." Careful not to jostle Doyun's stomach, he gently climbed onto the bed, sitting close to his partner. "She also said the restaurant we went to is known for bad seafood so you probably have some form of food poisoning. I guess your cousin must have gotten lucky when she went."

Doyun wanted to puke at the mention of bad seafood, "Never let me pick a restaurant again." Doyun groaned and curled into himself; the memory of the unsettling dinner was still too fresh in his mind, and he wished he could erase the experience entirely.

"Just make sure to do more research next time," he teased, before wrapping his arms around Doyun's waist and pulling him closer. He planted a soft kiss on Doyun's forehead and continued, "Don't dwell too much on it, baby. We still have a week left here, and I'm sure we'll find much better places to eat. Besides, it's the time we spend together that matters most, even if that time is me making sure you don't fall asleep on the toilet again."

As the night wore on, Doyun and Daniel found themselves growing drowsy in each other's arms. The soothing embrace and the comforting ambiance of the Doyun's childhood room made it easy to for the two to succumb to sleep. They drifted off together, tangled in each other's warmth.

Doyun, however, was growing increasingly restless as the night progressed. His stomach seemed to have a mind of its own, gurgling loudly, and the cramps he experienced became more frequent and painful with each passing moment. The few sips of tea he had managed to drink earlier offered no relief, and only upset his tummy further.

The constant turning and the increasingly loud noises coming from Doyun's direction, eventually stirred the older out of his sleep. He blinked his eyes open and, with a concerned frown, noticed Doyun's discomfort, "Love, are you okay? Your stomach sounds really upset." he asked, gently reaching his hand out to touch Doyun's shoulder.

Doyun turned to face Daniel, eyes welling up with tears, "Feels like I'm gonna puke." Doyun whined, digging his head into the crook of Daniel's neck.

"My poor baby," Daniel whispered, he slid his hand under Doyun's shirt, fingers lightly tracing circles on his belly in a soothing, caressing motion. "You wanna try going to the bathroom, love?" Daniel suggested, "Maybe getting it all up will bring you some relief."

Doyun nodded weakly and slowly sat up, allowing Daniel to guide him towards the hallway bathroom. With each step he took, Doyun could feel the contents of his stomach slosh dangerously, as if it was threatening to come up any second.

The moment they entered the bathroom, Doyun's stomach had reached its breaking point. As he sat in front of the toilet, a loud belch escaped him, a precursor to the discomfort that was about to unfold. Then, without warning, a thick stream of vomit erupted from Doyun's mouth, splashing into the bowl below. He barely had a second to catch his breath before a second wave of nausea overtook him, sending him retching into the toilet once more.

"It's okay, love. I'm right here," Daniel murmured, his voice a steady and calming presence. He was used to taking care of Doyun but something about the unfamiliar surroundings was making him feel uncomfortable. He had no time to feel uncomfortable, as his boyfriend was seconds away from collapsing into the toilet.

After what felt like hours, Doyun's belly finally decided to give him a break. Completely exhausted and drained, Doyun allowed himself to fall back into Daniel's embrace, "I think m' done." Doyun mumbled, snuggling into Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel held Doyun even closer, his arms wrapping protectively around him as he whispered soothingly, "It's okay, love. You're done for now." He pressed a gentle kiss to Doyun's forehead.

With Doyun nestled in his embrace, Daniel gently stroked his partner's tummy. Doyun's shallow breaths gradually deepened as he started to relax, his body beginning to recover from the physical strain.

"You think you're ready to go back to bed, baby."

Doyun nodded weakly still too exhausted to form any real response. Daniel scooped Doyun into his arms and carried them to their room, making sure not to jostle the younger's stomach.

Once they were back in the comfort of their room, Daniel gently settled Doyun onto the bed, making sure his partner was comfortable. They cuddled closely together, and Daniel's touch became a soothing presence as he rubbed gentle circles onto Doyun's lower belly.

"Try to get some sleep, love." Daniel whispered softly, his voice filled with tenderness. With his free hand, he gently stroked Doyun's hair, a comforting gesture that had always had a calming effect on him.

#emeto #doyun oc #daniel oc #belly ache #food poisoning #tummy ache #belly rubs #stomach ache #caretaking

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king-minyard · 3 months

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Testosterone's Effects on Me (as of ~1yr)

I'm using gel instead of injected testosterone because I hate needles. My starting dose was 25mg (2.5g) of 1% gel daily, but it increased to 50mg (5g) daily after 3 months.

Effects I noticed immediately (w/in the first month):

Horny as hell. For the first week and a half, it hit like a truck, but after that, my hormone levels stabilized and I don't get exceedingly horny like that anymore unless I forget a dose or take it later in the day than usual.

Oily as fuck. For several months (and still, but to a lesser extent), I was incredibly oily and had much worse acne. Puberty 2.0 is an apt descriptor for this time; my face was similar to how it was during puberty, if a little oilier. Remember to exfoliate, but don't shell out for a bunch of new facial products until after about a year or so.

Effects I noticed later (that are done developing):

Voice drop. After I upped my dose, my voice started cracking something awful until I began doing vocal exercises every day. I really recommend that other transmascs do this. It'll help you stay in tune with your body and lessen cracking (by a lot), but be careful to stay within your comfort zone! My voice fully settled w/in a few months after I started having voice cracks. I'm in an a cappella group now!

No more periods! They were still happening more than 9 months after I first started testosterone and 6 months after I raised my dose (although they were lighter), but they stopped a month or two after that. I've been consistent with my dosage, and I haven't experienced any sort of bleeding since then.

Sleepy tears? I don't cry as much anymore, but when I'm sleepy, my eyes turn into miniature waterfalls. I don't know when this started, but they didn't used to do that.

More muscular. It's easier for me to develop and keep defined muscles now. I don't work out in the traditional sense, but I do physical therapy for my back, and I've gained weight in muscle, which is cool.

Effects I noticed later (that are still developing):

Facial hair. After my dosage was upped, I started seeing slightly darker hairs pop up around my upper lip. I have little whiskers now, but still no full stache or anything close to resembling a beard.

More body hair. Again, after I got my dosage upped, the hair on my thighs got thicker and there was more of it. I also started developing a happy trail around the same time! That fully grew in within a few months, but I'm starting to see hair in weird places, like the backs of my feet, so I assume I'm not done growing all that.

Bottom growth (clitoral enlargement)! The little guy got bigger! I'm not sure by how much because I didn't exactly measure, and I've been told that it's supposed to grow more in the coming months.

Increase in red blood cells. My blood tests from last time showed that my red blood cell count was higher than it should be, and I discussed changing my dose with my endo because of it. Pay attention to your body!

Pussy dry syndrome (vaginal atrophy). After starting testosterone, I'm more dry down there even when I'm aroused. I just use a lot more lube now, but if you're starting testosterone and begin experiencing pain or discomfort because of it, get that checked out.

More confidence in myself and my presentation. I'm growing into a body I love with the help of modern medicine, and it's fucking awesome.

#mine #trans #hrt #nsft #?#it's all just body stuff #but better safe than sorry

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 7 months

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Hi, I feel bad for something I do l, so I wanted another perspective to it. I moved out my abusive home a year ago. And since then, I have sheltered myself pretty much. I had the habit of overworking and over-everything, never listening to my mind and body, regularly breakdowns, etc. And I want to treat myself better than this.

The thing is, I have little... feeling for my body and my emotions. I rely on obvious factors, if i break down I know "Oh, maybe that was a bit too much" but I don't really feel it. The same with things like hunger, tiredness or emotions. I am pretty detached. Which is why I shelter myself so much. I know if I do something, that seems "hard", I wouldn't know if it is "good-growth" hard or "bad-breakdown" hard, until it is too late. I often feel very guilty because of that.

There is a lot of "expand your comfort zone" posts out there and I really stay in my comfort zone. Especially compared to years ago, where I had break downs regularly but also felt invicible in a way. I knew I could force myself to do anything.

It's not that I don't do anything, I am looking for a therapist but it'll take some while. I am not sure if I do the right thing to he honest and also feel like I might miss out things. I don't know if my approach is the right way or not. Can you help me?

Sorry, wanted to add something:

I also feel like my comfort zone gets smaller, but I don't know if it shrinks down to my "real comfort zone" after ignoring my feelings for years or if it really shrinks. ---

Hey anon,

Congrats on getting out of your abusive situation! That's a huge deal and a big change.

I don't think that getting out of your comfort zone is necessary for all growth. It's possible to grow and become more healthy without feeling pain or discomfort. You do not need to push yourself to the point of breaking down to grow.

Please give yourself time to process and recover. Be kind to yourself and try not to judge yourself. There could be many things going on, so just return to self-compassion.

Here are some ways to reconnect with your body:

Meditations: One, two, three

Grounding

Balance exercises

Yoga

I also find it helpful to check in with myself often. Has it been over 3 hours since you ate, drank water, rested? Set alarms if you need to.

Remind yourself that you matter. You deserve to take care of yourself.

- Mod Misa

#mod misa #trauma talks #ask #anonymous #comfort zone #self care

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Growth Mindset: Professor Carol Dweck at BTG

We are what we are because of the mindset we have, but have we ever thought about the ways our mindset could affect us to excel in anything we try to achieve? This question drove me to dwell on this interview and to understand more about how our mindset affects our daily activities and even our life perspectives.

The primary point of this discussion is about understanding that our brain is capable of learning at any age. It is never too late to learn. This discussion actually promotes an environment of motivation and success, and how having a growth mindset can nourish our future.

While going through the interview, I gathered a number of points that would personally help me throughout my life. For example, being aware of the importance of the different types of mindsets in the first place. Additionally, knowing the process of how human interactions affect their success and getting insights on how companies' mindset affects the business would also help me in the near future. The interview was hosted by Dr. Waseem with Professor Carol Dweck, Professor of Psychology, Stanford University, and award winner for Innovative Program of the Year, “Brainology”.

There are two fundamental ways to look at intelligence, talent, and imagination; fixed mindset and growth mindset. Both mindsets have distinguishing ways of thinking.

Some of the traits of the fixed mindset are that they are afraid to take up challenges. Fixed mindset people are usually geared towards proving how smart they are, or thinking that making any effort is not worth it. They are also particularly sensitive about mistakes, and take them emotionally or even worse, try to avoid them completely. This essentially renders them stunted for growth outside their comfort zones.

In contrast, people with a growth mindset seek discomfort, focus on learning, and most importantly, welcome mistakes. They focus on the job to do, process them, and derive steps towards solving them.

Interestingly, babies in their initial phase of life make mistakes without getting embarrassed. But as they grow up, they start being more self-conscious and they judge themselves, oftentimes too harshly, and try to protect themselves. They often become shy and withdrawn from going outside their comfort zones or trying anything new at all. At critical points of growth like this, parents and how they react to their children hold an immensely vital role in developing a child's mindset.

If the child prodigies are praised only for their results, they might be missing out on tackling the problems. One of the crucial steps the parents could apply is to applaud the process and progress instead. Even teachers can adapt to similar ways to engage with students.

These days, companies are including various types of training in the office, such as technical training, and professional networking training. Companies are trying to excel in business by giving those training sessions but they expect their employees to give them results as soon as possible. This particular way of thinking leads to having a fixed mindset. To succeed in business, we need to trust the employee and praise their progress.

The upshot of all this is that academic, career, and personal success cannot be achieved without challenges. Having a growth mindset motivates you to excel in all of those criteria.

Reference: Growth Mindset: Professor Carol Dweck at BTG https://soundcloud.com/bridging-the-gaps/growth-mindset-carol-dweck Carol Dweck Available from https://profiles.stanford.edu/carol-dweck [Accessed: 4th October 2022]

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ringsfullofdiamond · 2 years

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9/13/22

i feel like most times i journal, it’s just when i’m feeling negative or sad, and i wonder if that’s a good or bad thing. i’ll ask my therapist.

i’ve had a rough few months. i just can’t stop having my mind on 100%. i think it’s because i’m going outside of my comfort zone, and it’s quite uncomfortable and painful. i think that is really why.

1. i’m moving out, and i’ve told mom. she’s taken it pretty ok. i also ran into aunt and uncle with justin, and that shocked me. but it turned out ok too. it’s just a lot of discomfort i guess, because of the way my family is around him.

2. investment property. this has been draining me too. i’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself to get into the market and buy an investment property, b/c i’ve been feeling envious of megan and also wanting to put my money into use, so she inspires me as well. i just get into this internal race with myself, and i want to slow down.

i’ve been having anxiety, texting a crisis line for anxiety. it helps. i saw a new therapist this week, and i’m pretty hopeful with her. she told me to write down what success means to me, and i think this is pretty relevant to the things that are making me anxious.

to me, success is... being happy. not caring what others think. living my life unapologetically. minding my own business. building my wealth. being in a nurturing relationship with justin. having clear boundaries with my family while also having a loving relationship with them too. doing things because i want to do them, not because i feel like i have to. feeling confident in my relationships. in myself. not seeking external validation all the time. success is feeling inner peace with myself, and building my life to sustain that peace. which to me, is building my wealth and fostering healthy relationships with justin, my family, and friends.

when dat asked me today if life has been okay, it kinda put me in my tracks. because i don’t really know? i feel like things are looking up for me mentally, but because it’s been rough for me lately, it doesn’t really feel that way. maybe i should write out what i’m grateful for:

1. mom took me moving out much, much better than i thought.

2. so close to being independent and living in my OWN space with justin. absolute freedom.

3. i have a lot of money saved up, and i don’t give myself enough credit to really be proud of what i’ve been able to do for myself financially. i just compare my endpoint to megan’s and others, when really, i’ve helped with my parents’ mortgage for 3 years, saved up $65k in that amount of time, contributed to my 401ks, bought my dream car, and have a high paying job that makes me happy. i’m well ahead and on my journey, so i need to remember where i’ve started and how well i’m doing for myself. i’m proud of me. if 5th grade me were to see me now, she would be seriously taken aback. i’m attractive, well paid, in a loving relationship, and about to travel? meanwhile, 5th grade me was just this awkward, cute little kid who liked to draw. i’m doing a lot for myself.

4. fulfilling job with a supportive boss who wants the best for me and who i can really learn from

5. justin is a great partner

6. megan is my best friend who’s there for me always

7. rani & ahran are my lovely friends who i miss hanging out with and getting good girl time in

8. i have access to free therapy through work, which i’m so lucky for

9. i’m entering a new phase in my life. i feel a bit lost and i’m really starting to confront things that i’ve hidden or tucked away, regarding my family & justin, but like veronna (therapist) said, it takes a long time to unpack and heal from those things. the way i grew up has engrained in me certain thoughts & a mindset, so it’ll take time to undo and grow from that.

10. i’m doing the work to get better for myself. and i’m proud of me for that.

i’m going to try my best to take a breath and slow down. not overthink all at once and imagine the worst case scenarios for well... everything. my relationship with justin, my family, and my investment. take things one day at a time, and be kind to yourself.

really, be kind to yourself.

imagine putting all of this pressure on 5th grade caroline. you have to tend to your inner child too, even though you’re doing grown up things.

everything will be okay.

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wizelywizeup · 2 years

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How to Get Rich: 7 Things Wealthy People Do

In a world of ordinary people and average salaries, many of us aspire to join the 7-figure club because who doesn’t dream of becoming wealthy?

However, there’s a difference between living a life of careless spending and living for long-term financial independence and wealth.

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The self-made rich aren’t necessarily more intelligent than anyone else. Still, they master some essential principles that help them get and stay ahead but most importantly, they treat building wealth as a skill, and it’s one that you can learn, too.

So, if you’d like to join the list of super-wealthy, try these ten habits and see what financial freedom truly feels like.

Have a Financial Growth Mindset

Wealthy people are incredibly creative. They find different ways of making money. Successful people set themselves apart because they have a financial growth mindset, which changes how they see money and focus on profitable opportunities. This helps them believe that there are always bigger and better projects to hop on. They’re open and flexible to exploring new ideas and always have an optimistic approach to making changes and creating a positive outcome. Download Wizely

Network with Successful People

Wealthy people understand the importance of surrounding themselves with other successful people. They spend time networking and have the drive, talent, and, most importantly, the potential to become wildly successful. The rich spend time at conferences, events, and gatherings, or just grabbing coffee or a drink with someone interesting. This is time wisely invested, as it keeps their minds focused on success and working on fresh and thought-provoking ideas. Doing this helps wealthy people fill their contact lists with relevant and influential people who can potentially help them.

Also read: Top 5 Financial Planning Rules For Beginners

Get Outside Your Comfort Zone

Wealthy people are successful because they have realized to embrace a little discomfort. The only way to improve is to push yourself beyond your limits and fuel your creative spark. Wealth and success don’t come from a 9 to 5 job. They come from drawing on your inner strength and going for your dream. All successful business leaders have gone beyond their comfort zones to achieve the ultimate success. They dared to face their fears and take that first step into the unknown.

Create Multiple Income Flows

The more money you have, the easier it is to make more out of it. The fastest way to make more money is to have multiple income streams. You always have money coming in those ways, and the excess can be used to invest in new income flows. This, in a nutshell, is the primary way the wealthy stay wealthy.

Also read: How Many Income Streams Do You Really Need?

Invest

Rich people make their money work for them. Investing is the key to growing your finances. While saving money for a rainy day is essential, your investments will do the heavy lifting to help you become wealthy. Saving means putting money into a safe place, but most savings accounts don’t give high interest, so this pile of cash stays. But intelligent investments will provide you with healthy returns, which you can reinvest. When you invest in something, you also accept some risk, so you never want to invest more than you can afford to lose.

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Take Calculated Risks

The rich don’t gamble, but they do what they can to mitigate the risk. They research and analyze and come up with options best suited to their financial needs and business desires. They differentiate the pros and cons and then take calculated risks. They make financial decisions by asking themselves, “Will this bring me closer to my goal?” They avoid frivolous risks that will not benefit them and never take a cavalier attitude when it comes to money.

Also read: 5 Things to Consider Before You Start Investing

Never Completely Retire

The rich certainly have enough money never to work another day in their life, but still, most of them keep working. That doesn’t mean they’re clocking long days at the office but instead, they’re probably taking their fair share of vacations and enjoying flexible schedules. Many rich people never completely retire.

Many are entrepreneurs at heart, and the desire to run and grow a business that never leaves them. They work towards building a legacy. The stability of working with a purpose and fulfillment gives them happiness. Working gives them a constant feeling of success and a motive to stay focused. Not to forget that it keeps the money rolling in! Download Wizely

Principles are essential in the race to stay ahead of the market and consider what changes may be coming your way but never forget to focus on self-improvement and working through ideas. Some may opt for journaling or writing to help them come up with creative solutions and ideas. Just make sure you’re spending your time on productive thinking. Don’t waste your mental energy on negative thoughts that will make you second guess yourself. The wealthy don’t.

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slutwater · 2 years

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im ready to be better for myself and others. ik people don't always Connect right. abd miscommunication can cause discomfort and other unfortunate problems. but i think im in a good place to start and really give myself the space and the rigidity i need to be just happy more often, and to have a stronger will, to do vetter for myself. a better person, a better friend, a better sibling, a better artist, a better experiencer of the world, a better magician(magick lol, so silly sometimes to help yourself with the imagination but i love it) a healthier person, and potentially one day a good partner. this blog has always been very casual for me. so its kinda freaky to be this personal. although in more negative spaces I've shared more than i should. but thats not only the past, but something very new for me. i never had been so shocked emotionally. i cared so much. but being vulnerable, and especially conscious of my action and what they mean is how im gonna heal. to know im not malicious. and probably to scroll less too. i want to appreciate the beautiful world right in front of me, and my meet new people. for that i might have to get out of my comfort zone, but no one grows there. i want to be better. healing and love and prayer in the broad sence( like a glory to the universe and your own beautiful existence) and i guess enlightenment, which is not my interest now(the road is long) comes from the self. and i feel its my job to be better for my friends who have it hard many of the times. this is long ill leave your here.

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lpopjr777 · 2 years

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IMPACT A LIFE: GOOD NIGHT

Once upon a time there were two grains of wheat lying on the floor of a warm and cozy barn. But one day, the farmer came in and told them, "I want to take you out of this comfortable barn and plant you in the earth. I'm going to place you in the cold ground and cover you with soil. It will be dark, and you will die. But I promise that you will multiply and become very fruitful." The first grain of wheat turned down the suggestion. "No way!" he said. "Count me out. I like my comfort, and I don't want to die." But the second one, after carefully considering the pain and discomfort of dying, decided the promise of a future harvest was worth the sacrifice. So the farmer took him outside and planted him in the ground, while allowing the first grain of wheat to remain inside the barn. A few days later, a small green sprout appeared over where the seed had been planted. Then it grew and became a tall stalk of wheat that produced one hundred more grains. For the next forty years, the farmer planted all the seeds that had originated from that first grain of wheat, and year after year, the harvest multiplied. However, the grain of wheat that stayed in the barn remained there by itself, never multiplying, but he was very comfortable. The only way you’ll ever become useful and fruitful before God, is you have to abandon your own selfish desires, get out of your comfort zone and allow the Lord to plant you so you can grow and help serve others.

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businessesconsultant · 2 years

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4 Tips Young Entrepreneurs Can Use To Stay Inspired

Summary: Have you ever felt like you are stuck in your entrepreneurial journey and can`t seem to find your way out? Don`t worry! It`s not your lack of passion but a phase. Here are a few tips to keep you on the right path.

Entrepreneurs do not have an easy job. It might sound like all glitters and stars to be your boss; however, there comes a phase when everyone feels stuck. But always remember that it is just a phase. If you feel it is getting difficult to come out of a rut, you can always take help from a business motivational speaker.

Take small steps every day, as it is better to make slow progress than to quit and completely stop working towards your goal. It can be tough to continue working towards something when you don't see a clear path ahead — you start feeling defeated, and instead of enjoying the process, you begin to loathe it.

Being stuck is draining and you may feel like nothing is working in your favor. You may also lack the motivation to find a solution to the current business challenge that you might be experiencing. However, you can`t let the grind sap all the life out of you. To get out of this rut, you will need a support system. It could be your friends, colleagues, or peers, or you can hire a business coach who can guide you to come out of that difficult phase with his guidance and support.

1. Positive Self Talk

If there is one person who is going to be with you constantly is--- YOU. Hence, it is very important to analyze how you communicate with yourself. Focus on positive self-talk and affirmations. Avoid negative thoughts, self-criticism, and underestimating yourself. For instance, instead of saying “I haven’t had a promotion in five years”, say to yourself, “What is my plan to get the promotion or find a job that fairly compensates me.”? Try to focus on the resolution, instead of your hurdle and you may look at the challenge from a different perspective.

2. Do New Things

Following a routine is fine, but living life is also important for a happy mind and healthy heart. So, the only place to grow is discomfort. Just like stagnant water begins to stink, staying in your comfort zone will hinder your growth. Do things that make you uncomfortable, but are important for your business. For example, if networking is what gives you nightmares, set a goal on how many connections you'd like to make. Spark up the excitement for life again. It's the small steps that create the largest gains over time.

3. Surround Yourself with Positive People

A tree survives in appropriate conditions. However, it only grows when it is provided with weather conditions that are clean, healthy, and pleasant. Having people around you who are full of positive energy, dreams, goals, and vision is a great way to stay motivated.

You won`t be stuck for too long if you can call someone whom you trust. Hiring a business motivational speaker is also a great idea. Set up an in-person meeting with a friend, family member, or mentor who always knows what to say when you are facing a conflict.

4. Don`t Just Make Plans, Execute Them

Neither wishing nor complaining will get the job done. Take steps towards finding solutions that will help you to change your circumstances. So take out some time to figure out what you want, and start formulating a plan.

Entrepreneurs are meant to bridge the gap between a problem and a solution. You decided to become an entrepreneur because you recognized a problem that can help people and bring ease to their lives. Always remember why you set out to be an entrepreneur. Do not push your goals and dreams aside just because you are feeling stuck momentarily. You can always hire the best motivational speaker in india to help you keep moving forward.

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bnha-dumpster · 3 years

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What about centaur denki fucking the absolute crap out of the reader 😳

oh i love this. this is in a slightly more fantasy world. have fun with a non-human reader too. i can’t believe i looked up horse anatomy for this.

pairing: centaur kaminari x slime male reader content tags/warnings: monster on monster, belly bulge, cumflation, milking word count: 1.4k

Slimes aren’t exactly the best monster to be cornered by. They’re difficult to fight considering what their bodies are made of, they rarely have any sort of consciousness and worst of all, they’re constantly hungry. So when Kaminari is cornered by a group of a green slimes, he thinks he’s doomed.

“Sorry, sorry!”

A male voice catches him by surprise and he sees you coming out of the woods. You’re made of the same green gelatinous substance as the slimes surrounding him and they instantly focus on you when you enter their line of sight. They hop over to you, nuzzling against your form. He has to take a moment to process it. There’s some who talk about the infamous “slime people” who exist among the groups of slimes, usually being their leaders. He never believed it, but now that you’re standing in front of him, he has to believe them.

“They’re a bit hungry. They see anything move and assume it’s food. You weren’t hurt, were you?” You take a few steps towards the centaur, shooing the small slimes back into the forest. “Could I help you with anything? Are you lost?”

You can’t help your doting nature. The small slimes don’t have the ability to really think on their own. They see something moving and chase after it. You always have to watch over them so they don’t get in trouble, so they don’t get hurt. It translates towards any other living being you come across.

“I’m alright! So... Never seen one of you before.”

“We tend to stay out of sight, you know? It’s safer.” You give him the bare minimum for an explanation. A tinge of hunger goes through you and you shift uncomfortably, a few bubbles growing in your form.

Kaminari notices and he takes a step forward, looking you over for a moment. You look uneasy to him, like you’re almost waiting for the conversation to end.

“Are you hungry too?” He opens his pouch, pulling out a bit of dried meat to offer to you. It’s clear he’s not sure what a slime actually eats but he wants to help. When you don’t take it, he starts thinking about what you might eat but he can’t come up with anything. “Uh- what exactly do slimes eat?”

“Technically slimes can eat anything that’s living, but...” Slimes can’t blush, but if you could, you would. “I don’t like hurting people so I think that consuming bodily fluids is better...”

“Huh?”

How Kaminari wound up with you on your knees, lapping at the precum leaking from his cock, is lost on him. Your tongue feels strange yet pleasant. This entire situation can be described that way as well.

“Does it feel good?” You peek out from under him, looking at his face for any signs of discomfort. “Should I stop?”

“No, you’re good. Could we try something else, though?” He watches you nod and get out from under him, your body jiggling slightly as you move. The centaur can’t stop himself from reaching out to grab at your body, fingers sinking into the slime. You let out a small moan and only makes him want to touch you more.

He pushes you against a nearby tree so he can properly grab at your form, enjoying the way his fingers sink into it slightly. Even though you’re made completely of slime, you don’t lose your humanoid form when he grabs you. Your body must be some sort of erogenous zone from how much you’re squirming and moaning. It’s only confirmed when you a cock forms from the slime and slaps gently against your stomach.

“You... Did you just make a dick?”

“It’s a reflex, okay?!” Your voice’s pitch and volume is raised as you respond. It’s obvious to both of you that you’re aroused by the situation. There’s a strange fluid leaking from the tip of your cock that can only be an imitation of precum. Kaminari reaches out to touch it, watching how it twitches from the feeling of his hand.

“Fuck, that’s hot...” He has to lean down to properly wrap his hand around your cock but he doesn’t mind. The way you squirm and whimper shows that no one has ever touched you like this. No one has ever returned the favor. Even if you did it as a way to eat, you were still making that person feel good.

“Okay, where’s a tree stump or something? I’m gonna make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your whole life.”

Excitement fills you and you eagerly take his hand and tug him into the forest. You practically throw yourself onto a large stump, your body jiggling from the impact. As you bend over onto it, you spread your ass and hold your cheeks open, showing where your hole would be.

“You’re so eager, damn. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this.”

Kaminari trots over and puts his forelegs on the stump to lift himself up. It’s a little difficult finding where your body is without being able to see you, but one of your hands leave your ass to guide his cock towards you. He can feel the cool substance against the head of his cock and when he can make out your fingers holding yourself open, he pushes in.

Neither of you are sure how to describe the feeling of him sheathing his entire cock in your body. He doesn’t have to worry about hurting you at all. Your body doesn’t have any skin or organs, nothing to worry about squishing when he thrusts into you.

“Shiiit, you feel amazing. You feel good too?”

The moans and groans coming from you say everything for you. Your entire body is overcome with pleasure, an intense feeling you’re not used to. Part of you wants to turn into a pile of slime from the pleasure- but if you do that, you won’t get to feel it anymore.

“If I had a brain, yooouu-” Your body tenses and the slime surrounding Kaminari’s cock constricts for a moment as you cum. A sticky, white substance spurts from your cock and paints the tree stump.

The centaur isn’t close to finishing at all. He’s planning on working you past several orgasms before he fills you with his cum.

“Give me another one, okay? Cum on my cock again, cum for me.”

It’s like your body is following his orders as you tense again, more cum coating the tree stump. Your cock twitches and stays attached to your stomach by a few strands of slime. Who knows when it’s going to go away, especially with your body feeling like it’s being constantly thrown into an orgasm.

The blond is feeling like you’re entire soul is trying milk him dry- which you are, in a sense. You’re begging him with your body to give you his seed and feed you. His cock twitches and pulses inside you, especially when you reach into your own body to play with the head of it. Your fingers tease the slit of his cock and even dive in a little, rubbing the inside of his cock.

“Fuck- yeah, keep doing that.” Kaminari’s hips stutter from your fingers. “Play with my cock more.”

You let your slime slide into his cock, sounding him. The slime goes as far as it can comfortably, reaching his prostate to tip him further towards his orgasm. It’s something he’s never experienced before and he lets out a confused moan. It almost feels wrong to have something thrusting in and out of his cock, but the feeling of it directly playing with his prostate overpowers it.

He continues to fuck you, pounding into you without a care. Your cock twitches against your abdomen and spurts more cum onto the tree stump. There’s a small stain on it now.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Take it-”

As his cock twitches, your slime is pushed out of his cock followed by ropes of cum filling your body. The slime of your body clenches around Kaminari’s cock to milk out all the cum that he can possibly give.

When he pulls out of you, none of his cum is left on his cock. It’s all inside you, not a single drop wasted. His cock retracts back into its sheath and he moves away to look down at you. You’re fucked out, belly full of his cum. The centaur gently turns you over onto your back so he can see your blissed face from the feeling of being completely full.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.” You smile up at him. “That felt amazing- I didn’t know I could feel that good.”

“I’m glad you felt good... I should probably head out, but I’d be willing to come back and feed you again. Keep you full and stuff.” Kaminari looks almost embarrassed to suggest it, not able to meet your eyes.

“I’d love that. Right, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Denki. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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To the Limit

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Slight smut. Use of safeword. Language.

Request: Hi! Can u make Severus × Reader when the reader use the safe words for the first time because idk maybe it's too much for the reader that day or smth else you like..Thankyouu 💕💕 love ur writings btw ❤❤

A/N: Here we gooooooo. Reminder, everything is consensual.

Word Count: 2,947

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.”

Severus has always been flexible in the bedroom. Yes, Severus Snape is versatile in the sheets and has more love making skills than you originally would’ve given him credit for. Sex with Severus can range anywhere from slow and careful where praising your body is his main objective, to fucking you so mercilessly that stars are dotting the back of your eyelids with each hard thrust.

Sometimes, you don’t have to establish what kind of theme your sessions will take on. If Severus comes home angry from a long, obnoxious day then you very well know that a rough fucking will get it out of his system. When you’ve just watched one of your favorite romantic drama Muggle movies that have sent you into tears, he knows that something more unhurried is in order so you are reminded of how much he loves you.

Other times though, there isn’t really anything that determines the kind of sex you’ll be having. If the mood is right for both of you, then you often will just figure it out from there.

Severus’ return on Friday night from a long week of classes was coated with his desire for you. You could practically feel the hard sexual tension radiating off of his whole being. From the moment he walked in the door, you knew what tonight would hold for the both of you. More than likely, it’d be a whole lot of rutted fucking and orgasms until neither of you had any stamina left to give. Normally, a seed of excitement would be planted and begin to grow in your core at the thought of being touched by him, but you didn’t feel it this time.

It had been a bad week to put it simply. Work was weighing you down and you had taken more hits than you were used to in a five day time period. Exhaustion had riddled you, and stress has gotten the best of you. Emotional breakdown was the only way you could describe how you were feeling. You really weren’t feeling up to what Severus wanted to do. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him when his hands and lips were on you, moving to all his favorite places on you.

His voice was silky smooth in your ears as he uplifted you with how he had been thinking about you all day, and how he wanted to be with you when you weren’t around. It wasn’t Severus’ fault that you had a bad week, and it surely wasn’t all his fault that he was this turned on. The way he gripped your legs with his strong hands was an indicator that he wanted to go well into the night, which your tired state wasn’t a fan of. But you loved Severus, and you always wanted him to be happy and well pleased. So you figured you could handle a couple of coarse rounds to satisfy him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once access was granted, Severus leapt onto you without hesitation. A tornado of clothes being removed whirled around the room, your shirt and pants ended up on complete opposite sides of the room. Hot and unruly kisses were shared, marks were left on your necks, and no part of you went unattended.

Admittedly, the first orgasm was actually enjoyable. Severus’ fingers were knuckle deep in your needy cunt and pumping vigorously as he found all the best spots. The strenuous activity melted some of the week’s stress from your conscience, your mind being stripped of all your worry as it clouded with ecstasy. Severus thrived off of the moans and noises of delight that he was drawing out of your throat, perfecting his movements to give you an even stronger release. Severus worked you to your finish as you came around his fingers, slicking them with arousal and relief.

He left lazy kisses over your breasts while you took a moment to recover, preparing yourself for the next round that was undoubtedly on its way. Tiredness had plagued you long before Severus had even walked through the door, and you had suddenly been robbed of even more energy, so you were confident that you might not get a proper orgasm this second time. But the moment Severus slid you onto his dick and stretched your walls the way only he knew how to, you knew that you were going to cum whether you felt like you could handle it or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You loved seeing Severus so enraptured in waves of pleasure and gratification, but you were beyond fatigued. Still, you bounced up and down on his lap over and over again, your already sensitive clit throbbing with each rub of his fingers. Severus’ other hand guided your hip movements to meet the way he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot just right.

When you came this time, your sound of release was more of a strained cry than a content sound. Severus didn’t seem to notice, since he was too focused on the intoxicating feeling of filling you with his own finish. You popped off of him before he was even emptied out, the rest of his fluids landing on your inner thighs. You fell onto the bed next to him, your breathing much heavier than usual.

You were totally tuckered out with absolutely no hope of another round. Your muscles ached and your bones were wiped out. Although, you felt a queasy feeling of despair when you saw that familiar look of lust in Severus’ eyes. He spoke lowly, his voice echoing in your ringing ears.

“I’m not through with you yet, love.” He purred.

Usually that would’ve sent a whole mess of arousal through you, but you were too worn out. But Severus usually didn’t last more than three rounds, so this would for sure be the last one. You thought you could push through so he could at least get his release, but this third go round wasn’t a good feeling for you at all.

With your arms above your head and the pillowcase below your head in your fingers’ death grip, you turned your head to the side to fight through his persistent hard fucking into you. On a better day, you’d be all over this and relishing every moment. But now your eyes were screwed tightly shut in discomfort, for each time you opened them Severus would only be able to see the whites of your eyes. The thumping heartbeat in your ears was deafening and your entire body was stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. You wanted to tough it out so at least Severus could finish, but it was just too much for you tonight.

You had to tap out.

“Polyjuice!” You squeaked out, your voice raspy.

In an instant, you saw any expression of lust wiped straight from his face. He pulled out the millisecond that the word registered in his head, his face stricken with worry and concern at the first time use of your agreed safe word. Severus’ heart dropped at your whimpers of displeasure, his brain reeling and raking over what had gone wrong.

“[Y/N], what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically.

“I-I just...”

Shaky breaths and uncomfortable whines were the only noises you could seem to make. You sat up from where you were laying down, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face as you began to cry. Your emotions were all over the place, and it didn’t help that you were overstimulated and overworked. Severus went to pull you to him, but withdrew his hand. Upsetting you further would absolutely crush him, but he needed to know that you were okay.

“Can I touch you, darling?” He whispered out.

The yowl of approval was enough for him to feel fine with carefully wrapping his hand under your arm and dragging you across the mattress to where he was kneeling on the middle of the bed. He pulled the covers over your skin to keep you from getting cold from the loss of heat from being active. You buried your head into his bare chest, your tears leaking and falling down his skin.

“I’m sorry, Sev. I’m really sorry.” You sobbed, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

“No, no, no. Don’t ever be sorry for telling me to stop when you’re not comfortable,” He reassured; “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The shake of your head brought relief upon him, but he was still worried. He rocked you in his arms until your sobs died down enough to where you were coherent. Severus was getting ready to ask you once more what was wrong, shifting you so he could see your face. When moving you, his hand accidentally brushed against your swollen, sensitive clit and you wailed out pathetically. Severus’ pale face went even whiter.

“Oh, my love...I worked you too hard, didn’t I?” He queried.

Severus would always admit that sometimes he’d get into the zone and completely drown everything else out. He wouldn’t really be able to tell how hard he was pulling in and out. It was rare, but from time to time you’d have to ask him to soften his thrusts or slow his pace when he got too rowdy. But you had never asked him to stop completely until now. He feared that he had seriously pushed you over the edge this time.

“It’s not just that.” You confessed with a sniff.

Severus had drawn your head back to gaze into your bleary eyes. The tear tracks being swiped away with his thumbs as he cradled your face.

“What is it then, sweetheart?” He asked with wonder.

A fresh set of salty tears pooled and fell down your cheeks, but for a different reason.

“I’ve had a horrible week. Nothing has gone right,” You explained croakily; “I wanted to make you feel good and I thought it might make me feel better...but I’m just exhausted and I couldn’t handle it tonight.”

You fell apart into another set of choking sobs and gut wrenching cries, prompting Severus to bring you back into his chest. He stroked your skin and left kisses so light that they were ghostly.

“It’s alright, angel. I wish you had told me before that you weren’t feeling up to it,” He consoled; “You’re worth so much more than sex. I want you to tell me sooner next time if you’re uncomfortable.”

Your nod of understanding offered a wash of comfort over him that you were calming down steadily. He hated that this happened. He knew that was the whole reason for your established safe word for when things went south or things got dicey. He just never thought you’d ever have to use it. He felt absolutely terrible.

“I’m sorry, Sevvy. I really wanted you to get off, I just-”

“Please don’t apologize for this. This is my fault. I should’ve seen how tired you were and how I was being overly hard,” He said; “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

The sniffles from your nose had increased as you tried to flush down all the drainage from your crying. Your tears had stopped as you sat up from his body, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. The red blotches in your puffy eyes were pinging at Severus’ already guilty conscience. He saw the littered hickeys across your neck and breasts, and how your lips were swollen from his severe kisses. He had rocked your burnt out body to the max.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we go get cleaned up, and then we can get into bed. Then you can tell me about your week if so wish.” He suggested, cautiously guiding you off of the bed.

“I think I just want to get a bath and get some sleep.” You said, barely able to stand on your wobbly legs.

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.” He smiled softly, hoping it’d offer you some kind of solace.

Severus ran you a hot bath, filling it with all of your favorite scents and smells. Your stance was still despite your shaking legs, and you seemed to be staring off into an endless trance. You slipped into the tub when it was ready, sinking down just below your nose under the bubbles. Normally, Severus would be sitting across from you or you’d be snuggled up on his lap, but he wanted you to have some space for a bit. You were honestly too tired to object.

He simply casted a charm to freshen himself up, finding and selecting his favorite pair of sweatpants and soft shirt for you to change into. Your eyes were closed, and you had just begun to drift off to sleep when he re-entered the bathroom, changed into some casual day time wear, despite how late it was.

“Here are some clean clothes for you, pretty girl.” He remarked, setting the folded sweats and shirt on the end of the tub for you to get when you got out.

You only gave a light nod as a response, your eyes following him as he stood awkwardly. He was unsure of what to do for you now. He thought that you might want the bedroom to yourself for the night, which was fine because he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing he had pushed you so hard anyway. He placed himself on the floor by the tub, sitting with his legs criss crossed over one another. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds were the occasional gentle splash when you moved your leg or arm. His eyes were still full of worry, and he was kicking himself big time now.

“I’m so sorry...” He breathed out, running his fingertips dragging leisurely your damp arm that you had resting on the ledge of the bathtub; “I never meant to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sev. I promise.” You responded, wishing he wouldn’t take this so hard.

When it came to you, Severus took everything to heart. There weren’t many things in the world that made his heart beat with a purpose. You were the single person that allowed him to want to get up in the mornings. The thought of hurting you was enough to break him down. If he could have it his way, you would be indescribably happy with every passing moment of every day. He never wanted you to feel anything other than joy.

But he knew that life would never allow it.

Your eyebrows dipped when you noticed his attire, wondering why he wasn’t in his own sleepwear. It was much too late for him to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice thick with weary.

“I’m going to go back to the school. I have some grading to do.” He half-lied.

It was true that he did indeed have a stack of papers to be assessed, but that wasn’t the real reason why he felt like he wanted to leave. Severus Snape grading on a Friday night when he had the opportunity to be cuddled up with his lover? He’d choose you every time.

Now you felt bad for causing him to scurry off. You wanted him there with you regardless of what had happened.

“Severus,” You called out tenderly, reaching for his face; “I don’t want you to leave.”

A genuine look of doubt flashed over his features as his head lulled into your hand.

“I think it would be best if you got some good sleep tonight. I’ll just be in my office so if-”

“Stay with me. Please?” You requested, the thought of sleeping without him was disheartening.

A sigh of awe expelled from his chest. He couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes and slightly pouting lower lip.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

“I think that some boyfriend snuggles will make me feel a whole lot better.” You spoke rather cheekily.

He hummed affirmatively. The sound of nestling up with you was impossible to turn down. He took your hand from his face and kissed your palm gingerly, holding the warm skin to his lips for a brief moment. He eventually stood from the floor, but stopped when you held your arms up.

“Help me up?” You asked with the first genuine smile of the evening.

He chuckled, obliging and lifting you effortlessly from the tub. The warm towel was heavenly as you dried off, changing into the clothes that Severus had left for you. Severus went and changed as well, laughing to himself when he exited the closet to see you already curled up.

The sheets draped over him easily when he laid next to you, waiting for you to nuzzle up to him. He held you close and flush to him, thanking his lucky stars that you were okay.

“My sweet girl...” He hushed out, noting that you were just seconds away from falling asleep; “I love you.”

You mumbled out a sleepy “I love you” in return before drifting into a deep slumber to snooze off the night’s drama. Severus, as expected, didn’t sleep much that night to ensure that you were sleeping soundly and comfortably. He still felt dreadful, even after you had told him over and over that he didn’t hurt you. The weekend to follow was filled with Severus doting and cherishing over you every chance that he had, trying to make up for what had happened. You were the light of his life after all.

And he prayed that he’d never see that flame go out.

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