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living-dead-author · 7 days

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Hail Mary: Negan Smith x GN AFAB reader smut

I have a thing for Priests and also Negan. Today is Jeffery Dean Morgan's birthday also so perfect unintentional timing for me. This one shot is 18+ do not read if you are under the age of 18

Content includes: Pre season 7 Negan, Age gap (reader is mid/late 20's Negan is in his 40's), dub con in the beginning if you squint, spanking, reader orgasms from clit stimulation, praying while being spanked and stimulated, praise, pet names, some aftercare, maybe ooc Negan, not proof read

You step into the makeshift confessional booth in The Sanctuary. A couple of priests being here, one of them Catholic, has helped you retain your faith throughout this hell on earth. You shut the door and make yourself comfortable.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” You say, waiting for a reply, but you don’t get one. You can see the priest on the other side of the booth, but you decide to go on with it anyway, you need to get this off your chest. “I’ve sinned minorly and one sin that I think is bigger. A couple of days ago I stole a needle and thread from a bunkmate of mine to sew back up a sweater I have.” You pause, waiting for any kind of reply, but you don’t get one. You sigh and keep going. “Then about a week ago I lied and said I don’t have any experience watching children when I do. I only said that because I knew I was in no place to watch over someone else’s child at that time.”

You pause again, moving a hand up to the cross necklace around your neck. You shut your eyes and continue on. “I spoke back to someone in a position above me. I apologized and they forgave me. I purposefully avoided some people because I didn’t want to speak to them, and I um…I’ve been having some very sinful thoughts.” You say, pressing your lips together tightly. You sit in silence with the priest on the other side of the confessional.

“What kind of sinful thoughts?” Your eyes quickly open and you know that the other person in the booth isn’t the Catholic priest here, it’s Negan. You feel your body get frozen with fear. Your hand grips your necklace tighter as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Don’t keep me waiting now.” He says in a bit of a playful tone, but all you can hear is how his voice has boomed before. You take a deep, shaking breath before you continue.

“There’s a man here. His name is Warren. He’s an older man, barely old enough to be my father. He’s been very kind to me since we’ve met and I um…I’ve been having thoughts of what it would be like to kiss him. Thoughts of what it would be like to have him touch me in pleasurable areas. I um…” You hesitate. Knowing that the man who’s basically a god of his own here is listening, it's hard to find the right words.

“You what? Come on now darlin’ don’t leave me hangin’.” He says in that same playful tone. You can tell he’s smirking behind that wall, getting aroused by your words. The problem is, you’re getting turned on too. You swallow hard against a lump in your throat and you speak.

“I touched myself to the thought of him. I um…I had an orgasm too. I just couldn’t stop myself. It felt so good and those thoughts of him made me keep going.” You hang your head a bit lower as you hear him chuckle. After a brief silence he speaks again.

“I know what you need. Now, you’re going to say five “Hail Mary’s”. But you’re going to have to finish them while I give you a bit of corporal punishment of my own.” He chuckles again and you feel your face flush pink. The thought of him spanking you gets you wet and oh lord you’re biting your bottom lip to keep in your excitement at the thought of that. “Now, you’re going to come out of the booth and walk with me to a better place for this to happen. Somewhere private.”

“Yes sir.” You say, slowly standing up as you fidget with your hands. It feels like eternities as you open your door and step out of the booth. Soon you’re looking up at Negan from where he stands. He’s got a huge grin on his face as he grips his bat, Lucile in one of his hands. He takes his other hand and firmly grabs your bicep.

“God can forgive you for this, you’ve just got to take your punishment.” He says with that wide grin on his face as he leads you out of the makeshift church. You walk with him down the hallways and up some stairs, getting curious glances from people passing by as you try and hide your own growing excitement at what’s to come.

Soon Negan takes you into a room with a couple long folding tables lined up together. You can assume this is a meeting room.

“Now, bend over the table in whatever way you please and drop your pants.” He says, his tone teasing and excited as you do as you’re told. You hear him lock the door as you undo your belt and drop your pants and underwear, feeling the air hit your wet cunt and throbbing clit. You bite your bottom lip as you feel his gloved hand run over your bare ass. He sets Lucile down on the table next to you and he speaks. “Five Hail Mary’s. Remember that.” You stay silent, biting your bottom lip before he delivers a small smack on your rear, making you squeak and jump slightly.

“Hail Mary, full of Grace, the lord is with thee.” You say as he rubs his hand over your ass before spanking it again, this time a bit harder in a deliciously painful way. You jerk slightly with the shock and pain but you continue on. “Blessed art thou amongst women-” He spanks you again, making you let out a soft noise and jerk again, “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”

“You’re doing so good for me darlin’. Keep going you’re almost done with the first one.” He says in a sweetly mocking tone as he spanks you again, getting another jerk and moan from you before you continue on.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God-” Another spank, this time you don’t jerk but you bite your bottom lip and moan before you go on. “Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.” He delivers another spank and you moan again. Negan starts to rub your pink rear.

“Oh you’re being so good for me. So obedient. Now, keep going.” He says, spanking you again, this time a bit harder. You moan louder at the harder spank and you shut your eyes before continuing.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord it with thee.” He spanks you again, at that same, harder rate and you moan, taking a breath before you continue. “Blessed art thou among-” Another spank, “women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” He spanks you again and you whine out in pleasure at the perfectly painful sensation. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us-” Negan spanks you again, your hips buck forwards and he quickly pulls them back.

“Come on now, be good for me. Be good for God.” He says in that same teasing tone before you continue.

“Sinners now, and at the hour of our death, amen.” He spanks you again before rubbing your bright red ass. You feel your clit throbbing as your slit grows wetter and wetter. “Hail Mary-” You can’t even get the third word out before he spanks you harder than before, earning a loud, gasping moan from your mouth before you’re able to recover and continue. “Full of grace, the lord is with the.” Another deliciously painful spank hits your red ass and you moan again. “Blessed art thou among women-” Another spank and you’re barely able to take how turned on you are, your poor clit is throbbing at how badly it needs to be rubbed. “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray-” This spank hits you right in a sweet spot and your knees bend down as you moan loud and long.

“Do you need to stop?” Negan asks, that smug tone wearing off a bit as he grips your hips and helps you stand. You shake your head and moan again, biting your bottom lip before you continue.

“I’m fine. Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.” Negan spanks you again, but this time it’s softer. You rest your entire upper body against the table as Negan starts to rub your aching, red, rear. You take a deep breath and continue on, only two more to go. “Hail Mary full of grace, the lord is with the.” As you continue on he just keeps rubbing your rear, his hand slowly moving towards your cunt. “Blessed art thou among women, and blesses is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” You take another deep breath and moan as he starts to rub your aching clit. You start to grind against his fingers as you pant out the last of your fourth prayer. “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”

Negan chuckles as you grind against his fingers on your clit. He leans down and whispers in your ear. “One more to go darlin’. Now Once you finish this last Hail Mary, I’m going to let you cum. How does that sound?” He asks in a smug, husky tone. You bite your bottom lip so hard you swear it’s going to bleed but you nod your head. You take a deep breath and start your final Hail Mary.

“Hail Mary…full of grace…the Lord is with the.” You say, your tone getting shakier and your words spaced apart as you feel him rub your clit in the perfect way. “Blessed…Blessed art thou among women, and…blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” You’re basically moaning the words now as he keeps rubbing your clit perfectly. “Holy Mary…Mother…Mother of God…Pray for us sinners, now and…at the hour of our death, Amen.” You finish, your hips moving with his fingers as you feel your orgasm getting closer.

“Oh yes honey. God has forgiven you now.” Negan says, his pleasure evident in his tone as he keeps rubbing your clit at the perfect pace, almost like he knows exactly how to make you cum.

“Oh Negan please~” You moan, your fingers trying to grip the plastic table you’re laying on top of as your body gets overtaken with pleasure. You pant and moan as your orgasm finally comes. You raise up your hips and you hold your breath as he keeps rubbing your clit, making you ride out your orgasm. Once you’re breathing again he moves his hand out of between your legs and he goes back to rubbing your sore ass.

“You did such a good job darlin’.” He says, his tone still smug but you can tell he’s trying to sound more genuine. “Now, I’m going to get you set up in a room of your own. It’ll be small, but I promise ya that this won’t be the last time you’ll be cumming because of me.” He says with a chuckle, that smug, teasing persona coming back. “Now your pretty little ass is going to be sore for quite a while. So I think you should let me take you back to that room so I can properly help you recover.” You know that it’s not an offer. But lord if you knew that getting in Negan’s good graces would get you your own room you would’ve done this a lot sooner.

“Thank you. I appreciate this.” You say, pulling your pants back up, carefully doing your belt and turning to face him again. He wraps an arm around your waist and he walks you out of the little conference room. You wonder what other benefits you’re going to get from going to him for your confession.

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simmie-stories · 3 months

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Gen 2. Cinderella #14 The Coronation

Princess Royal Ella and King Florian

At the beginning of the ceremony:

Queen Gabriella and Prince Consort William Dracul came to the coronation in an act of goodwill. Crown Prince Soren was tense the whole ceremony. Princess Mariah: "Come sit down, won't you?"

William: "Why so stressed, Prince Soren?" Soren: "What are you and Gabriella doing here?" William: "Queen Gabi wanted to show her support for the new King and Queen, nothing more. She always thought highly of King Jeffery since she was a child." (They autonomously became friends that day the Evil Queen confronted Snow)

Everyone was doubtful, though. And Joy was pregnant again 😒 Another Sage showed up to this coronation.

(Did I mention Anastasia and Drizella have a Difficult relationship? These two are constantly bickering as well... It grows tiresome having everyone tense all the time.)

Drizella: "Wait, so we don't get any titles?" Madonna: "Not today... I'll make sure to talk to Florian about this."

"The Almighty Watcher let the light of her countenance shine upon your majesty..."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"Presenting Her Royal Highness, the Princess Royal, Ella Tremaine of Tartosa."

Queen Madonna: "What are those two whispering about??"

Queen Gabriella presented herself to King Florian and Princess Ella. Gabriella: "If you would ever like to visit the Magic Realm with me, Your Royal Highness, I would be happy to sponsor you before the mage." Ella: "But why would you do that? Didn't you hate my mother?" Gabriella: "It was my mother who hated her, not me. I've always been confused about her irrational hatred toward Snow. She's kind of my half-sister, you know, so that would make us family." Ella nods her head doubtfully... Madonna felt slighted. Gabriella didn't even say a word to her.

Back at the castle, the stepsisters were exhausted and felt jilted. Queen Madonna stared at Her Royal Highness balefully as Ella was saying good night to Major.

Ever faithful, Florian continued to sleep in his office next to Snow.

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ladyfogg · 5 months

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May I? - 44/52

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

Faith’s head felt like it had been split open, as though her brain were trying to escape its confines. When she attempted to open her eyes, blinding light forced them closed. The sharp pulses of pain were all too recognizable and conjured memories from a certain Jefferies tube several months ago.

Once she pushed past it, she realized she was surprisingly comfortable otherwise. A plush mattress lay under her, softer than the ones in hers and Data’s quarters which let her addled brain know she was not on the Enterprise.

The second time Faith forced her eyes open, she was forced to adjust to the bright light, only to find herself in a familiar room, in an equally familiar cabin. It took a moment to put a name to the place.

Sunterre Isles. Her and Data’s little romantic hideaway.

The recollections came flooding back, bringing with them a gentle smile as Faith rolled over. In her dazed, concussed state, she expected Data to be laying beside her, only to come face-to-face with Lore.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Faith leapt out of bed, which proved to be the stupidest decision she could have made because it sent her world spinning out of focus. The floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet in her struggle to remain upright.

“Fuck!” she swore, clutching her head as she stumbled backward into the corner of the room. Her stomach churned unpleasantly making her mouth salivate as bile rose into her throat. It took all she had not to throw up all over herself.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that,” Lore said, not sounding remotely sorry. “You were in a little accident but, honestly, it’s your own fault for running.”

He remained lounging in bed, his head propped up on his fist. Now that Faith studied him, she took note of the three slashes across his face caused by Spot and it gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. He’d be hard-pressed to pass himself off as Data anytime soon.

“Why did you bring me here?” she demanded.

“You humans are like holovids stuck on repeat,” Lore said with a snort as he sat up. “You ask the same questions again and again.”

“Only when we don’t get a fucking answer.”

“Language, Faith. I had no idea you were so unladylike.” His smirk grew wider, giving his expression a clown-like visage. “That’s not true. I’ve known you to do some very unladylike things.”

A shiver ran down her spine as if someone had slipped an ice cube into her uniform. “You…you spied on us even then?” she asked, her voice cracking as that bile increased.

“Only here,” Lore answered flippantly. “The Enterprise’s monitoring doesn’t record quarters unless specified. Not to mention it wasn’t something I was interested in seeing given that he’s my brother and all that.”

“But you watched us here! You…you sick, twisted, demented, motherfucker!”

He was in her face a moment later, grabbing her upper arms tight enough to hurt.

“Name calling is most unbecoming,” he snarled, eyes brimming with rage as he gave her a violent shake. “I would be very careful how you speak to me. I’m your only hope for survival. I can be malicious…” He leaned in close, forcing her to turn her face away. “Or I can be benevolent. The choice is yours.”

“You just told me you intruded on intimate moments between me and the man I love,” she forced through clenched teeth, trying to keep her voice from trembling. “I’m allowed to be angry.”

Lore rolled his eyes and let her go, mood switching in the blink of an eye once again. “Relax, I didn’t watch the entire time,” he assured her with a dismissive wave. “Once I realized what was going on I made myself scarce. However, I heard more than enough.”

White-hot anger made Faith bristle. If she knew it would hurt him, she’d find the nearest heavy object and hurl it at Lore. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t do any good. Neither would triggering his temper. His lack of control was incredibly dangerous and unpredictable. If she was going to get out of there alive, she had to tread lightly.

What would Data do? she asked herself. How would he handle this? He’d tell you to remember your breathing and think things through. Patience is your best option.

Since Lore seemed to like the sound of his own voice, she had the sense if she could keep him talking, she could avoid his wrath.

She knew every inch of that cabin and how far it was from the main building. If she had the chance to make a break for it, she was more than willing to bide her time. Of course, there was a possibility they weren’t really there, that everything was a carefully constructed holodeck program. She needed more intel, a way to know for sure if she truly was where they appeared to be.

“I can’t believe you were the one who orchestrated all this,” she said, her eyes trained on her kidnapper. “It’s been months. It must have been frustrating having to hide behind Konro.”

“More like necessary. Being one of the only sentient androids in the universe paints a giant target on your back. Besides, how else would I be able to see what Data was up to? The Federation’s reach is vast but not as strong as they would like to think. Their enemies are numerous and offering the right intel and price can get someone far.”

“Why bother? Don’t you have better things to do than tracking Data? You’re clearly smart and capable. You could build a proper life for yourself.”

Lore scoffed in amusement. “Flattery. A cheap ploy but an admirable effort and appreciated. As for a life, a life of what exactly? Of being hunted? Disassembled and studied, to be the model for cheap imitations? It’s either that or hiding out on some distant planet and dying as a hermit, like my father. Neither sound appealing.”

“He only died because you killed him.”

“A minor unimportant detail. Regardless, what better way to use my time than taking my brother down a peg or two? He’s had everything while I’ve had nothing. He needs to experience what it’s like to have everything you’ve known ripped away.”

As Lore spoke, his pitch and expression fluctuated with each word, like he was experiencing multiple emotions back to back with no pause or transition between them.

Faith tried to recall everything she had learned about him but her injury caused gaps in her memory. However, it had become apparent that Lore could be triggered by anything which made her job all that more challenging.

But that wasn’t the only challenge.

Standing became a chore and Faith’s hand slammed against the wall as the world tipped. The next thing she knew, she was falling. Lore moved too fast for her to see. One moment, he was turned away and the next he was catching her before she hit the ground.

It became a bizarre parody of her first meeting with Data, down to the concerned expression on Lore’s face. It only lasted a second, replaced almost instantly by a smirk.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go jumping out of bed with a concussion,” he suggested. “You know how fragile you humans are.”

Despite her weakened state, she shoved his arms away and managed to stand on her own. “You’re the one who smashed my head into the wall,” she snapped, pressing her fingers to her temple. They came away wet with blood. “And you couldn’t even be bothered to heal me. Thanks for nothing.”

Her feet tripped over themselves in her attempt to reach the bed. Once more, Lore was by her side to help. She didn’t know why and if she were in a better physical state she would have slapped his hands again. But she didn’t have the luxury of declining his help. Reluctantly, she allowed his assistance.

In her mind, Beverly’s voice whispered, Milk the injury. He wants you helpless? Give him what he wants.

He wants you as his victim, Deanna’s voice chimed in. So play the victim.

Trying not to oversell it, she eased herself down and collapsed against the pillows. It was an easy enough ploy considering how weak she was.

“In the interest of you not bleeding out, I suppose I can do something about the wound,” Lore huffed.

There was annoyance in his tone, however, for once Faith’s anxiety came in handy. She had always been acutely aware of the feelings of others; even the slightest change in someone’s demeanor rarely escaped her notice. Lore’s lack of concern felt forced, as though he were trying to conceal a sliver of empathy. The change confused and intrigued her.

However, she had to remind herself that he wasn’t Data. His feelings seemed to affect him on a larger scale than Data’s initially had. Was it the chip or his lack of direction/human interactions? Data had her, their friends, and a trained professional to help guide him. Lore had not.

“The least you can do is replicate a dermal regenerator,” she said, keeping her voice low and light, as though each word was a struggle.

Lore crossed to the replicator but before he used it, he gave her a pointed look, “If you’re thinking of replicating something, don’t bother. I’ve made some adjustments so it only responds to my commands.”

“Of course you did.”

Faith had already assumed that every piece of technology in reach was compromised. She also had to assume he knew nearly everything about her that Data knew. After all, he had been watching them. She never thought she would be in a position to outsmart an android, and yet, that was exactly what she would have to do if she was going to survive.

Lore brought over a dermal regenerator and, though it went against every one of her instincts, she turned her injury towards him, symbolically showing trust. When their eyes met, there was a flicker of something in his, almost surprise. He clearly hadn’t expected her passivity, and when he reached out, the fingers that brushed her hair aside were gentle. He could be simply moving her hair away, giving himself a better view of her wound, though, she didn’t remember Beverly stroking her hair like that in Sickbay.

It was something Data had done, though.

Lore caught himself and pulled his hand back a little too quickly. His focus turned to the device in his hand and once he finally sealed the cut, Faith’s pain significantly eased.

There was still the concussion she had to deal with but her thoughts became sharper. She did everything in her power to keep her body lax and loose, trying not to betray the new surge of energy.

“There, good as new,” Lore said, tossing the regenerator aside carelessly. “Is this how you reeled my brother in? Of course he’d be pulled in by a damsel in distress. He always was a do-gooder.”

“I suppose so,” Faith said. “I was injured and he took me to Sickbay. That’s how we officially met. But, you’ve been watching us so I assumed you knew that already.”

“I’ve seen the footage of you two in Sickbay but not before. Jefferies tubes don’t have cameras.”

Interesting. Anything between me and Data that happened there and in our quarters remains between us. Good to know.

“You still haven’t told me why you’re doing all of this, as from getting even with Data,” she said, attempting to slur her words as she spoke. She slowed her blinking and tried to keep her breathing even, as though she were on the verge of passing out again.

Lore reached forward and it took everything in her not to flinch. With a sardonic chuckle, he fluffed her pillow.

“All in good time. Now, I believe you need rest.”

Faith pretended to force the sleep away. “No, I’m fine. I’m not going to lay around while you do whatever the hell you’re planning.”

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” He flicked her nose. “Don’t worry, Faith, you are perfectly safe, safer than you were with Fajo at least.”

“Forgive me if I don’t believe a word of anything you say.”

Lore grinned. “See? Smart. Very smart. We’ll get along just fine.”

Faith bit back her arguments, choosing to close her eyes, and while the serene darkness of unconsciousness called, she fought it tooth and nail.

With every ounce of willpower and all the tricks Deanna taught her, she kept her breathing even and focused on her goal. She was well aware that waiting an android out was a neigh impossible task, but she had no other choice. She had to observe what Lore did, to listen and track his movements.

Would he be there the entire time, watching her sleep? Would he leave? Were they really on an island or was it a holodeck situation? She still hadn’t heard or seen anything to prove one theory or the other.

The possibilities were limitless.

So, Faith pretended to fall asleep. She kept her eyes closed and her body still, her breathing even. The breaths calmed her racing heart, slowed her pulse, and sold the act. She knew she had to because her life literally depended on it.

Lore sat on the edge of the bed for a long time. She could feel his eyes on her, an unnerving stare that under normal circumstances would make her fidget and bristle.

There was a moment where he moved and she could feel his hand hover. She felt the softest brush of his fingers through her loose curls, her braid long since unraveled. She ignored the touch and focused on her breathing and regulating her body. A second later, he felt the pulse on her neck and she mentally congratulated herself on her diligence. It was as steady as anyone’s would be while resting.

“What does my brother see in you?” he muttered to himself. “I guess I could see the appeal from an aesthetic standpoint. Smarts and cleverness could also be a factor…”

His words faded as he watched her for a second more. There was a moment when the fingers tracing her cheek drifted, almost touching her lips. But a second later his hand was gone and he finally left her bedside.

Faith kept up the pretense, not daring to open her eyes even a little. Instead, she listened for Lore’s steps, listened as he moved throughout the cabin toward the replicator. Occasionally, the steps paused and that sensation of being watched came back. But she didn’t let it break her rhythmic breathing, knowing full well that his sharp eyes would catch the quick rise and fall of her chest.

Real sleep still called and she found it becoming increasingly difficult to stop it. However, right when she was on the precipice of actually falling asleep, the quietest squeak of the front door closing brought her right back. It provided the answer to the most pressing of her questions.

They really were in the cabin on the Isles. Her surroundings weren’t a projection.

With a renewed energy, Faith counted to one hundred before attempting to crack an eye open. Greeted by an empty cabin, she hesitantly opened both eyes, giving the large room a quick sweep. Lore was gone, and since the only other room in the building was the bathroom, which she could tell was also empty, she had to conclude he had slipped away.

If the clock on the wall was correct, it was only a few hours after her abduction and she had to assume help was on the way. Worf saw the fight, he would know exactly who took her.

There was no telling how long Lore would be gone and she was unwilling to move until she had a plan. The dermal regenerator remained where he tossed it. Once her eyes landed on the device, a plan sprung to mind. Because she had something that Lore hadn’t noticed or confiscated: a jagged metal device that was currently in her pocket.

In one fluid, purposeful movement, she slid out of bed and scooped up the dermal regenerator, tucking it under her shirt just in case. Lore didn’t appear or burst through the door, so she made a beeline for the bathroom.

It wasn’t until she locked the door that she let out a deep exhale. True, it wouldn’t be any match for android strength, but it would buy her time. Faith turned on the light and the shower, just in case her captor returned.

There wasn’t much in the room that she could use to her advantage, only the necessities. And a small window she could probably squeeze through. It faced the back of the cabin, the opposite of the main door and open expanse of beach. If she was quick enough, she could book it to the main building.

Big if.

I have to try, she thought.

Except, she had a sneaking suspicion that the moment she opened the window, alarms would go off. Thinking fast, Faith noticed a computer panel similar to the main one in the other room. Since the two panels shared a wall, she could access it from where she was if she could break through.

Feeling along where the wires would be, she could sense the gentle hum of energy, stopping only when she felt it ease.

Faith opened the dermal regenerator and played with the settings, turning off the safety protocols. A few more small modifications turned the device into a laser scalpel instead, which she used to cut carefully through the wall.

She kept her ears open for any sounds coming from the other room. But Lore did not return, which did little to soothe her nerves. There was no chance that he was far away, not after what it took to bring her there. He would remain close even if he was out of sight.

Once the piece came free, she placed it on the sink and did what she did best: engineer.

With access to the main console from the inside, she extracted wires and rerouted controls to the panel in the bathroom. Sweat bedded her brow and dripped down her nose as the heat from the shower mixed with her adrenaline.

Eventually, she freed the necessary wires and pulled the communicator out of her pocket. It was easy enough to pop off the cover, exposing the inner workings. After a bit of finagling, she connected it directly to the system before putting the piece of wall back in place. It wasn’t by any means sturdy but at a glance it would do for the time being.

Faith knew there was a strong possibility that Lore was connected with the system and was monitoring everything she was doing. Yet, took solace in the fact that he hadn’t burst in to try to stop her yet. Even Data needed to be connected to the ship to access all its inner workings. She had to assume it was the same for Lore as well.

Using the communicator and her engineering skills, she bypassed any and all overriding protocols simply by not engaging with them. If he was somehow connected, taking down all the defenses would no doubt catch his attention. Communications were disabled, which she assumed would be the case.

However, she had her own communication device. Using the main power for support, she boosted Data’s communicator signal. How far, she couldn’t tell, but she knew it should be able to be picked up from a considerable distance, so long as the Enterprise knew where to look. She considered recording a message but knew it was too risky. The signal was her best bet.

And deep down, Faith’s instincts told her that Data would find her. She just had to give herself some time. Once the signal was boosted as far as it could go, she turned her attention to the cabin.

After a few precious seconds, she heard the window behind her click as she disabled it. Since she couldn’t risk a simple unlock, she just deleted the program from the system. As far as the computer knew, there was no window there to lock in the first place.

Faith wasted no time throwing the window open. A rush of sea air swept through the room but she couldn’t enjoy it. With one foot on the toilet, she hoisted herself up and through in one fluid movement that would have made Worf proud.

Only to get stuck.

“Fucking…hell…” she ground out, trying to wriggle free. “Goddamn hips!”

Even through her uniform, she could feel the scraping of the frame against her skin but after a bit of sucking in and determination, she slipped out of the window, falling in the most graceless heap onto the ground.

The moment she got her legs under her, she booked it for the tree line. The main building was due east. If she got deep enough in the brush, she could loop around and—

Faith slammed against a force field so hard she was sent flying backward, landing hard enough on her back to knock the wind out of her. As she lay there in pain, trying to catch her breath, Lore appeared, leaning over her.

“Bet that hurt,” he said, nonplussed by her escape efforts.

“I had to try,” she managed to say through gasping breaths.

“You would have been successful if I hadn’t thrown up this shield as a precaution. How did you know we were here and not in a holodeck?”

“The front door. It has a distinct, quiet squeak that you wouldn’t have known or cared enough about to program in.”

“You are way too smart for your own good, you know that? Come on, up, up, up!”

He lifted her up and over his shoulder with ease, where she remained limp like a proverbial sack of potatoes. The action and pressure on her chest did nothing to help her catch her breath. Unable to resist, she allowed him to carry her back towards the cabin as the lush forest grew further and further away, and with it, her one chance to escape.

Instead of bringing her inside, Lore moved towards the water and, for a brief moment, she was afraid he was going to toss her in. When he deposited her back onto her feet, she sighed with relief and met his eye.

“You know this is pointless, right?” she told him. “You won’t bend and neither will I. All your stalking should have shown you that I can be a stubborn bitch when I want to be.”

Putting his hands on her shoulders, Lore chuckled with amusement. “You know, normally this human ‘can do’ attitude is annoying, yet you somehow manage to come across as endearing. I meant what I said earlier, I really would like to get to know you better. See if I can figure out what my brother sees that I don’t.”

He spun her around and, at that point, Faith couldn’t muster the indignation at seeing the romantic dinner date Data had replicated for her once upon a time.

Lore stepped around her to pull out her chair. “Here, have a seat. I know you never got to truly enjoy this date the last time it was presented to you. However, you will find that I make much better company than my brother.”

Faith had told herself to buy time and if this was the game Lore was playing, she would play too. She was trapped, with no way safely through his defenses and no chance of outrunning him. From limited options, she was left with just the one.

Game on, Lore, she thought as she silently took her seat. Game fucking on.

#data #lt. commander data #commander data #data soong #may i?#star trek next gen #star trek next generation #data tng #faith diaz #Lt. Commander Data

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The King and I

Chapter Three: The King’s Coronation

Featuring King Charles III

Being King Charles III' PR chief, I was able to attend a once-in-a-generation royal event witnessed by hundreds of high-profile guests inside Westminster Abbey. Many of the guests, included top British officials, faith leaders, international representatives and foreign monarchs. From Sweden, King Carl XVI Gustaf (who is King Charles' third cousin once removed). Representing Denmark, Crown Prince Frederik and King Philippe of Belgium among others. All good-looking men packed shoulder to shoulder in the church. I thought I'd just died and gone to heaven. But the senior members of King Charles’ family, his siblings (Andrew and Edward) and cousins; Prince Michael of Kent and Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester. I couldn’t keep my eyes from flickering from one man’s face to another as I scanned the crowd within the abbey.

After the ceremony, the newly crowned King and Queen rode back to Buckingham Palace in a splendid coach drawn by six horses, accompanied by the Household Cavalry. The pomp and pageantry concluded with a royal salute and the customary balcony appearance by the King and family members. They and the crowds below watched a fly past of military aircraft, slimmed down because of the poor weather.

I watched Charles waving to supporters from the inside of the palace, talking and smiling with his cousins amidst a downpour. He was definitely a handsome man and with royal regalia to the Imperial State Crown made him even more attractive to me. If we weren't in public, I would have made a move on His Majesty. Every so often, Charles would look over his shoulder at me and smile. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He was still smiling and nodding, looking very relaxed as he and the family finished and headed over toward me.

"Your Majesty..." I said as we came up to each other, giving him a respectful bow.

"Hello, James. Did you enjoy the ceremony?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. It was great, apart from the weather." I replied rather clumsily. I temporarily lost my ability to speak as all of the blood in my brain had traveled south. I wanted to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat.

"Steady, boy," I thought to myself.

"Good." He said as he tilted his face up to me and paused. I wondered if he was reading my thoughts as he smiled.

With everyone around and knowing he had a photoshoot up next, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he walked past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually brush his hand up against my bulge as he slid by. I immediately went hard.

"Be sure to check in with me around 8:30 to make sure everything's is fine." Charles said without looking back.

"Yes, Your Majesty." I replied with a dazed grin as I continued down the opposite corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.

Later, I was escorted to His Majesty's private chambers where he was waiting, still in his ceremonial robe. Charles looked at me and smiled as I gave him a bow.

"We'd like some privacy, Jeffery. That'll be all."

"Certainly, Your Majesty." Replied the servant, eyeing me down as he locked and closed the door behind him.

As soon as I heard Jeffery walk away, I grabbed Charles and planted a passionate kiss on him, which he returned with equal vigor. Once our tongues intertwined, I was lost in the passion of the kiss as he rubbed my crotch gently with his swollen hands. I was rock hard in an instant as I felt him lowering the zipper on my slacks. He was very adept at it and soon had his big hand wrapped around my cock, gently pulling on it and rubbing his hand up and down its length.

“Have you been thinking about me?” I asked when I broke our embrace.

“Yes. Even when I’m fucking Camilla, I keep remembering getting fucked by you.”

With a devilish smile, I quickly dropped to my knees and released his cock from its containment. His uncut 8" rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. Charles exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. Then I grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped my lips around it, my tongue thrust against the shaft I bobbed half of his dick. When I looked up with my mouth full of juicy cock, Charles was looking down at me and smiling.

“Camilla can't suck my cock half as good as you.” He told me as he watched me working on his dick.

Hearing this was music to my ears as I continued bobbing my head up and down Charles' shaft with his nuts bounced invitingly against my chin. I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt him tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off. I stood up and pulled my slacks off, throwing them onto a nearby chair. He reached down, took my cock in his hand, pressing my throbbing cock against his own, his giant fist wrapped around them both with ease. I gasped as I felt my cock press against his wet prick.

"Shall we proceed to the bed?"

"By all means, Your Majesty." I replied as I followed him eagerly with my cock dripping in anticipation.

We fell on the bed in a heap, kissing one another as though our lives depended on it. After removing the remainder of our clothes, Charles laid on top of me again and our bodies melded into one. His hard dick was teasing mine, as once again, our tongues found the other's mouth. Charles started kissing my chest, travelling lower and lower until he was down between my legs, going to work on my cock and burying his nose in my pubes like I did earlier.

"Oh, Your Majesty." I moaned as Charles began to work my man meat in earnest, swirling his tongue about the base and head as he bobbed up and down.

"Ride me." I whispered as it felt like I was ready to cum.

Charles quickly stood up and looked around for some lube as I checked out his butt when he humped over to grab one of his bags. That did it. Even as he searched, I grabbed his hips and held him as I pressed my face against the crack of his ass cheeks. Charles let out a sharp gasp when he felt my tongue slide up and down his crack until it pressed against the rose bud of his asshole.

"Oh yeah..." He moaned as I slid the tip of my tongue into him, tongue fucking him.

Suddenly, I went wild and started eating his hole. Then he bent over so that I could reach my tongue even deeper inside him. When he started hunching my face with his old asshole, I knew he was getting ready to shoot off. Not wanting that... yet. I got up, spit in my hand to wet my cock head and shaft while sitting back on the bed, spreading my legs wide and smiled as he said, "Come and get it."

Charles climbed onto the bed and lifted one leg to the other side, hovering over my crotch as my 8" pole stood in attention. I was holding it at the base as he lowered himself onto it. As soon as my dick made contact with his hole, I immediately thrust all 8 inches into him. He gasped so loudly that I’m sure people down the hall could have heard. Placing both his hands on my chest, Charles slowly lifted his ass and slid back down again. The sensation was indescribable as he started bouncing his beautiful body up and down on my cock. It felt so good to have the newly crowned king want it so bad.

I started fondling his nipples looking up at him with his cock slapping my belly. The sight from my point of view was amazing, the pale mound of his belly, a forest of thick fur spreading across his tits and ending up to his face smiling down at me with twinkling eyes. My hands roamed across his furry chest and up again to his pink hardening nipples as he increased his tempo bouncing on my cock.

"Yes, oh my god yes!" Charles said as he wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking it generously to finish off.

Slowly, I began to pump his ass until I matched the rhythm of the old man jerking his cock. By the time I was getting close, Charles’ cock was leaking all over my abs, and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. He was moaning loud, his hand stroking faster and faster on his wet cock. I doubled my effort and pounded his butt even harder, angling the entry direction to smash against his butt nut. That did it.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum, oh yes! UGH!!!!!" Charles screamed.

His cum shot out all over my body and chest, another squirt hit my mouth and face. I closed my eyes, still feeling squirts of cum shooting over my body and face. Now for a man of seventy-four, that was impressive. He was panting heavily, face upwards, eyes closed as he kept whispering "Oh son, oh son, oh son...".

The contraction of his ass on my pistoning dick while he went through his orgasm brought my own climax. With no intention of pulling out, I made one final, hard thrust into his ass and spewed my seed deep into this royal ass.

"Thank you..." He panted, finally looking down on me.

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EXCLUSIVE: Great American Family is about to drop another installment of its Candace Cameron Bure Presents series. The movie is called Just in Time and stars Broadway’s Laura Osnes, Peter Bryant (Family Law), and Greyston Holt (The Night Agent).

Premiering March 26, Just in Time follows Hannah (Osnes) and her husband, Rowan (Holt), who have focused all their time, energy, and attention into trying to have a baby. The pressure to complete their family starts weighing heavily on their relationship. The couple is left questioning if having a child is the right thing to do and if they are still right for one another. When Hannah receives a call from a stranger, named Franklin (Bryant), who claims to have discovered an antique on the beach bearing an inscription unique to Hannah and Rowan, she reluctantly agrees to meet him to look. Franklin is certain the watch is a long-lost heirloom from Hannah’s family. In the end, Franklin’s patient approach helps Hannah see that the answers to all she seeks will be revealed in God’s time.

The film is the fourth production under the Candace Cameron Bure Presents studio banner. The film marks Bure’s first-time working with Osnes, who earned Tony Award nominations for her role as Bonnie Parker in Bonnie & Clyde and for the title role in Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

“Candace Cameron Bure has a knack for finding beautifully crafted, meaningful stories that she and her team nurture into great family films,” said Bill Abbott, President & CEO, Great American Media. “We are so proud to include the wonderful Laura Osnes in our family of talent and Just In Time is that little gem of a movie viewers will want to watch over and over for years to come.”

“In this stunningly aspirational Easter presentation, Laura Osnes and Peter Bryant will bring you to tears,” added Bure, who is the movie’s executive producer and is also CEO of Candy Rock Entertainment. “With the Candace Cameron Bure presents banner, we strive to deliver to our audience deep, meaningful, faith-filled entertainment of the highest quality.”

Just In Time is a Syrup Studios production in association with Candy Rock. Donald Munro serves as Producer and Paula Elle directs a screenplay by Masey Mclain & Taylor Kalupa. Executive producers also include Jeffery Brooks, Ford Englerth, Eric Jarboe, Holly A. Hines, Gerald Webb, Paula Elle, and Trevor McWhinney.

Supervising producers are Michael Shepard, Johnathan Shore, and Jason Fischer, with Doran S. Chandler and Trudi Thorwalden as associate producers.

#great american family #candace cameron bure #laura osnes #greyston holt #just in time

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spunsugarmusings · 2 years

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Legoland Starter Sentences

Sentence starters taken from the 2006 play "Legoland" by Jacob Richmond. Change pronouns as necessary, TW for drug and sexual references, cursing, and similar themes. Some have been edited for clarity

"Welcome to my presentation! This is where I tell you, after two hundred hours of community service, how to never turn out like me."

"Well, that should cover a lot of ground, considering that's like every high school movie or play I've seen in like, ten seconds flat."

"However, I did sell and traffic drugs in two countries and horribly maim this man. This man that I truly loved."

"That's a joke! We make those, you can laugh, or not."

"I have strong apprehension to the scientific claims of my disorder."

"In real life, I don't exist."

"Okay, that's enough about Jeffery Dahmer! Let me whisk you away to happier times!"

"Afenschwanz in German means monkey dingle."

"I would've been a goner if it weren't for the collective need I sensed in all of you for my survival."

"I was sent to the charred black bowels of an everlasting Hell!"

"I didn't know you weren't supposed to actually know anything in school!"

"Well, who's ever heard of a misogynist lesbian."

"The only things you beepin' hussies like to read are your pregnancy tests!"

"What made these the great thinkers they are today? Answer; syphilis."

"Sold my meds to teenagers and college kids, ten bucks a throw!"

"You can't say the F word unless you're pretending to be poor!"

"Only the Lord knoweth what is truly cool."

"What's the point? We all die, and all love dissolves!"

"We haven't met before, but I feel we've met a hundred times in the republic of my dreams."

"He's angry, he's white, and he just doesn't give a fuck!"

"I just gangsta rapped about copulating with a power tool."

"You wouldn't know irony if it crawled up your ass to start a soup kitchen!"

"Even though I feel bad for them, I can't relate to them at all."

"I got a Fry Guy in a firetruck. It amused me."

"TICKLE ME ELMO'S REIGN OF NATIONAL TERROR HAS NOW BEGUN!"

"I got a junior membership to the NRA."

"I've never been to a bathhouse before, but this certainly feels like one."

"There is the Lover Lane, or the Super Hate Highway. I fear, because the world's been so heartless to you, you've gone down the latter."

"I've traveled all that way. For cinnamon."

"You see, that's what I thought you said."

"The faith you create as an attraction must provide satisfaction! AND! OR! HELL!"

"For now, I do not merely want to hurt you (name), I want to TASTE YOU."

"THE BURNING SUN HAS PASSED OVER THE PASSIVE MOON!"

"I can vomit fire."

"I! CAN! VOMIT! FIIIIIRE!!!"

“In a world where we are ultimately alone, and die in our own arms, love is the closest you can come to another person, because it’s the closest you come to being another person. So be very careful what you love.”

"Pro wrestling is real; it's the world that's set up."

#legoland #askbox meme #inbox meme #rp memes #rp meme #roleplay meme #starter prompt #starter sentences #sentence starters

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Court Circular | 18th January 2023

Balmoral Castle

The King this afternoon attended a Reception for British Muslim Faith Leaders participating in the Mosaic Leadership Programme at Dumfries House, Cumnock, Ayrshire. His Majesty this evening received Sir Ian Cheshire (Chairman, The Prince of Wales’s Charitable Fund) and Ms N Jeffery (Chief Executive Officer) at Dumfries House. The Queen Consort, Chancellor, this morning visited the Science Teaching Hub at the University of Aberdeen, King’s College, Aberdeen, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of the City of Aberdeen (Councillor David Cameron, the Lord Provost). The Princess Royal, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at the Palace of Holyroodhouse this morning. Her Royal Highness, on behalf of His Majesty, held an Investiture at the Palace of Holyroodhouse this afternoon.

Kensington Palace

The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron, the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales, this morning visited Foxcubs Nursery, 30A Runley Road, Luton, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Bedfordshire (Mrs Susan Lousada).

St James’s Palace

The Countess of Wessex this afternoon received the Rt Hon Andrew Mitchell MP (Minister of State for Development and Africa).

Palace of Holyroodhouse

The Princess Royal, Chancellor, the University of Edinburgh, this evening held the Chancellor’s Dinner at the Palace of Holyroodhouse and was received by the Reverend Neil Gardner (Deputy Lieutenant of the City of Edinburgh).

#court circular #princess anne #princess royal #king charles iii #queen camilla #princess of wales #countess of wessex

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Haley's Horror Recs

Happy Friday! Hopefully you have a long weekend ahead of you and if not that sucks and also have some horror movies to help with that frustration because boooooo

THE POSSESSION

Possession/Supernatural

After buying an antique box at a yard sale a young girl becomes extremely attached to it. It soon becomes apparent that this isn't just a regular old jewelry box and instead is housing an ancient evil spirit.

You should watch if: You're tired of possession movies that are centered around the Catholic faith, because this one is actually centered around Judaism which is pretty cool, I don't think theres another possession movie like it. Also if you're into Jeffery Dean Morgan.

Available to watch on Amazon Prime

(If you like this try; Insidious, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, The Rite, Prey for the Devil, The Babadook)

#Haley's Horror Recs #Horror Hounds #The Possession #this movie is about the thing that fuked up post malone btw #dybuke box #horror movies #horror recs #movie recs

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Slightly changed common forenames

Aaron Ada Adam Adrian Adrienne Agnes Alan Albert Alberta Alberto Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexis Alfred Alfredo Alice Alicia Alison Allan Allen Allison Alma Alvin Alyssa Amanda Amber Amelia Amy Ana Andre Andrea Andrew Andy Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angie Anita Ann Anna Anne Annette Annie Antoinette Antonia Antonio Antóny April Arlene Armando Arnold Artúr Ashley Audrey Barbara Barry Beatrice Becky Belinda Ben Benjamin Bernadette Bernard Bernice Bertá Bessie Beth Betsy Betty Betány Beulah Beverly Bill Billie Billy Blanca Blancé Bob Bobbie Bobby Bonnie Brad Bradley Brandi Brandon Brandy Brenda Brent Brett Brian Bridget Brittany Brooke Bruce Bryan Byron Calvin Camille Candace Candice Carl Carla Carlos Carmen Carol Carole Caroline Carolyn Carrie Casey Cassandra Cathy Catérine Cecelia Cecil Cecilia Celia Chris Christian Christie Christina Christine Christopér Christy Cindy Claire Clara Clarence Claude Claudia Clayton Clifford Clifton Clinton Clyde Cody Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cory Courtney Craig Cristina Crystal Curtis Cyntûa Cád Cárlene Cárles Cárlie Cárlotte Célsea Céryl Céster Daisy Dale Dan Dana Daniel Danielle Danny Darla Darlene Darrell Darren Darryl Daryl Dave David Dawn Dean Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Delia Della Delores Denise Dennis Derek Derrick Desiree Diana Diane Dianna Dianne Dixie Dolores Don Donald Donna Dora Doreen Doris Dorothy Douglas Duane Dustin Dwayne Dwight Earl Ebony Eddie Edgar Edith Edna Eduardo Edward Edwin Eileen Elaine Eleanor Elena Elisa Elizabeth Ella Ellen Elmer Eloise Elsa Elsie Elvira Emily Emma Enrique Eric Erica Erik Erika Erin Erma Ernest Ernestine Essie Estelle Estér Etél Eugene Eula Eunice Eva Evelyn Everett Faith Fannie Faye Felicia Felix Fernando Flora Florence Floyd Frances Francis Francisco Frank Franklin Fred Freda Freddie Frederick Gabriel Gail Gary Gayle Gene Geneva Genevieve George Georgia Gerald Geraldine Gertrude Gilbert Gina Ginger Gladys Glen Glenda Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Greg Gregory Gretcén Guadalupe Guy Gwen Gwendolyn Ian Ida Inez Irene Iris Irma Isaac Isabel Ivan Jack Jackie Jacob Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jaime James Jamie Jan Jana Jane Janet Janice Janie Janis Jared Jasmine Jason Javier Jay Jean Jeanette Jeanne Jeannette Jeannie Jeff Jeffery Jeffrey Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jeremy Jerome Jerry Jesse Jessica Jessie Jesus Jill Jim Jimmie Jimmy Jo Joan Joann Joanna Joanne Jodi Jody Joe Joel John Johnnie Johnny Jon Jonatán Jordan Jorge Jose Josefina Joseph Josepûne Josúa Joy Joyce Joánna Juan Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Julian Julie Julio June Justin Kara Karen Kari Karl Karla Kate Kathleen Kathryn Kathy Katie Katrina Katérine Kay Kayla Keith Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Ken Kendra Kenneth Kent Kerry Kevin Kim Kimberly Kirk Krista Kristen Kristi Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Krystal Kurt Kyle Lana Lance Larry Latoya Laura Lauren Laurie Laverne Lawrence Leah Lee Leigh Lela Lena Leo Leon Leona Leonard Leroy Leslie Lester Leticia Lewis Lila Lillian Lillie Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Lloyd Lois Lola Lonnie Lora Lorena Lorene Loretta Lori Lorraine Louis Louise Lucia Lucille Lucy Luis Lula Luz Lydia Lynda Lynette Lynn Lynne Mabel Mable Madeline Mae Maggie Mamie Mandy Manuel Marc Marcella Marcia Marcus Margaret Margarita Margie Marguerite Maria Marian Marianne Marie Marilyn Mario Marion Marjorie Mark Marlene Marsá Marsáll Marta Martin Martá Marvin Mary Maryann Mattie Mattéw Matéw Maureen Maurice Max Maxine May Megan Megán Melanie Melba Melinda Melissa Melody Melvin Mercedes Meredith Micáel Micéal Micéle Micélle Miguel Mike Mildred Milton Mindy Minnie Miranda Miriam Misty Mitcéll Molly Mona Monica Monique Morris Muriel Myra Myrtle

Nadine Nancy Naomi Natalie Natasá Natán Natániel Neil Nellie Nelson Nettie Nicole Nicólas Nicóle Nina Nora Norma Norman Olga Olive Olivia Ollie Opal Ora Oscar Pam Pamela Pat Patricia Patrick Patsy Patti Patty Paul Paula Paulette Pauline Pearl Pedro Peggy Penny Perry Peter Phyllis Priscilla Pûlip Pûllip Racáel Racél Rafael Ralph Ramon Ramona Randall Randy Raquel Raul Ray Raymond Rebecca Regina Reginald Rene Renee Ricardo Rick Ricky Ricárd Rita Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Robyn Rocélle Rodney Roger Roland Ron Ronald Ronnie Rosa Rosalie Rose Rosemarie Rosemary Rosie Ross Roxanne Roy Ruben Ruby Russell Ruth Ryan Rónda Sabrina Sadie Sally Salvador Sam Samantá Samuel Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Scott Sean Sergio Seth Sidney Silvia Sonia Sonja Sonya Sopûa Sopûe Stacey Stacy Stanley Stella Stepánie Stepén Steve Steven Sue Susan Susie Suzanne Sylvia Sáne Sánnon Sári Sáron Sáwn Sáwna Séila Sélia Sélley Sélly Séri Sérri Sérry Séryl Sûrley Tabitá Tamara Tami Tammy Tanya Tara Tasá Ted Teresa Teri Terrance Terrence Terri Terry Tiffany Tim Timothy Tina Todd Tom Tommy Toni Tony Tonya Tracey Traci Tracy Travis Tricia Troy Tyler Tyrone Télma Téodore Téresa Tómas Valerie Vanessa Velma Vera Verna Vernon Veronica Vicki Vickie Vicky Victor Victoria Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Virginia Vivian Wade Wallace Walter Wanda Warren Wayne Wendy Wesley Willard William Willie Wilma Winifred Wûtney Yolanda Yvette Yvonne Zacáry Ánnah Árold Árriet Árry Árvey Áttie Ázel Éatér Éctor Éidi Élen Énrietta Énry Érbert Érman Ólly Ópe Óward Úgh Ûlda

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