Put Him On His Knees Give Him Something To Believe

24F

[sulfuree]

Sulfuree (Ree.talks)

> 24

> A blog for mainly for my interests, but I’m trying to write more

>Minors do not interact/ Blank blogs DNI (I will block)

> She/Her

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + this blog contains DARK content

Ree.writes for writing tag

Masterlist

My favorites at the moment: jjk, Haikyuu, MHA, Dragon Age,

[linarae119]

[sulfuree]

How I Explain SweetDream to Total Beginners

When someone has no idea what an AI girlfriend even is, I keep it simple: you design a companion, and then you can talk, call, and share moments with her like she's real. SweetDream makes that whole idea easy to grasp by just doing it well.

The reason the explanation lands is the quality behind it. You see the natural chat, hear the warm voice, look at the beautiful photos, and it clicks. sweetdream.ai is the easiest way to understand the appeal firsthand.

[sulfuree]

School is done. Hopefully I can write again jeez

[ceilidho]

One night stand Gaz that you met in Italy who speaks perfect Italian and you think is a local until he shows up around your neighbourhood in London (you only ever spoke to him in shitty Italian which he indulged in because you said you wanted to practice, and which you must have really needed because you clearly didn’t listen to any of the things he rasped in your ear while bottomed out in your cunt about following you home and making you his)

[lotustiled]

zuko and katara attempt to soft parent the gaang (and fail)

[peachesofteal]

tw kidnapping

Simon has an itch. 

It’s a burn under his skin. 

Like a bug burrowing, tiny legs scuttling across his skull. 

No matter what he does, he can’t shake it. Whiskey doesn’t burn it out. The gym doesn’t sweat it out. Sleeping pills don’t drown it in dreams or nightmares. 

He can’t find a fix. 

Until he does. 

He finds her in the candy aisle, grubby little paws rooting around in a box of gummy worms, pulling plastic packages free with a crinkle and trying to rip them open. Bundled up from head to toe, winter boots, winter hat, even little gloves on strings around her wrists. No parent in sight. 

Odd. 

Where are her parents? 

He waits. He watches. No one appears, and he’s not going to leave a toddler alone in a grocery aisle. 

She doesn’t even notice when he approaches, not until he’s squatting down beside her, tapping her on her shoulder. “What’re you doing?” Her eyes go wide, mouth dropping open, caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

“Gummies.” She points. 

“Where are your parents?” She shrugs, returns to her pillaging. “What’s your name?” 

“Nori.” She hands him a plastic package, obscenely pink and filled with squishy candy. “Open please.” 

“Are you allowed to have candy?” She nods, peering at him with a frown.  

“Open my candy.” Little dictator.

“Is your mum here? Or dad?” She sighs impatiently, and he has to swallow his laugh. 

“No dad, just mum. Please.” She points at the bag, and he shakes his head. 

“If you show me where your mum is, I’ll open this for you.” She huffs, but then immediately books it, surprising him with how fast her chubby little legs can run.

Once she rounds the aisle, it’s not hard to find you, and she tucks her tiny hand into his. 

“Mum.” She points at the same time you spin around, your face filling with relief, cheeks wet with tears. 

The itch ceases. Complete vanishes. Maybe this is what he needed all along. 

A family of his own. 

You go to your knees in front of him, wrapping your arms around the kid and holding her to your chest, cupping the back of her head. 

“You’re supposed to stay with me, Nori. You c-can’t do that. You can’t walk away from me.” You’re worked up, it’s painfully obvious, wearing it all over your face like a god damn broadcast. 

He only pays attention to it for a moment, before becoming blindingly distracted by your fat arse, hugged by a pair of black leggings, cheeks folded into thighs. If you fell backward, you’d probably bounce. No wonder you have a kid, he muses, you’re perfect for breeding. 

“Found her in the candy aisle, destroying a box of gummies.” You sniffle and shake your head. 

“Nori,” your shoulders slump, tired, exasperated. “You can’t just run off anytime you want something. What if something happened and I wasn’t there?” 

“He was.” She points at Simon and shrugs, the nonchalance pulling his lips into a surprising smile. 

“Thank you again. I swear I let go of her hand for one minute and this is what happens.” 

“It’s no problem.” He gives you another nod and turns away, heading in the opposite direction to pick his basket up and continue his shopping. 

For now. 

It’s easy to spot you in the parking lot. Nori is trotting along beside you and the buggy, holding tight to your hand until you get her situated in her car seat and turn back to your purchases, loading them in the back. 

Wait. 

He loathes having to leave his own car here, but sacrifices have to be made. 

You lock the car before you walk the buggy to the corral, keys fisted in your hand. 

Wait. 

He stands between the vehicles next to your car, hood pulled over his head. The locks unclick, you pull the door open and slide behind the wheel, gripping the handle to pull it shut- 

Just as he grabs the corner of the door. 

“What the fu-“ 

“Slide over.” He rubs your shoulder with just enough pressure, trying to encourage you to listen, instead of fighting. You stare at him, shocked. Confused. Trying to catch up. 

“What the he- heck are you doing?” 

“Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart. Slide over now.” He can see the scream building in your throat, big palm snapping out to cover your mouth, leaning down into your face. “Don’t make it harder for you, or Nori, love.” You’re trembling, but Nori is surprisingly calm, watching with expressive interest. 

“Gummies?” She holds out her hand, eyeing the bag in his pocket, and he smiles. 

“Yeah honey, I got your gummies.” 

“P-please, don’t… don’t hurt us. Please.” Nori’s eyebrows crease, picking up on your distress, and he pats your hip soothingly. He doesn’t want to upset you too much, knowing how hard the adjustment will be for everyone in the coming weeks. Better to start off with cool heads, as calm as you can manage. 

“Everything’s alright baby girl, your mum just needs help driving home is all.” 

“Yep.” You glance at her in the rear-view mirror with a shaky smile as he nods encouragingly. Last resort is flashing the gun, but it’s not how he wants to start off with his wife and baby. As you scooch, he slides in after, pulling the door shut firmly and moving the driver’s seat back to accommodate his legs. 

“Phone.” He gestures to the device cutting into your hand, the one you’re trying to trigger an SOS with, and when you don’t relinquish it immediately, he snags it from between your fingers with a sigh, handing you his instead. “Put your address in.” 

“I… you c-can’t…“ He palms the back of your neck. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” he murmurs, his thumb moving in circles against your skin, “it’s alright. Just put the address in, we’ll talk about everything once we get home.” 

“Once we get home?” The engine turns over, and he peeks over the seat at Nori. 

“What do you think about chicken nuggets for dinner?” She squeals, kicks her feet. 

“Yeah! Nuggets!” You close your eyes. 

“Sound good, mum?” You stare straight ahead, shell shocked, voice barely a whisper as you nod. 

“Sounds good.” 

[hawnks]

Alphas imprinting and becoming obsessed with providing for you. Check ins to make sure you've eaten, making sure you have comfortable clothing, that you're rested, that you feel safe. Nesting instinct in full swing

[ydotome]

Shouto Todoroki (轟 焦凍) - Boku no Hero Academia - Episode 171

[myuminji]

winter is coming... ☃️

FIELD TRIP! FIELD TRIP! FIELD TRIP!

[oliversonder]

eppy

[tteokdoroki]

Big fan of whatever this is

[i115ve]

iloveher

[karpkkoi]

jjk art drop

[sulfuree]

Need to finish my Leon fic so I can thirst for him and post all my visions of him

[sulfuree]

Minors and blank blogs DNI

There’s an image in my mind of Emma asking Park to help her put together furniture for her new apartment because she “doesn’t know anyone else who can help her.”

He arrives in loose jeans and a white shirt already rolled up slightly at the sleeves. Bringing in his toolbox even when Emma insists all the furniture was easy enough to put together.

“We’ll see about that,” he tells her, entering her space for the first time. Caught off guard garland of construction paper streaming from the ceiling and freshly painted wooden trays set out to dry. There were cans of paint and enamel for cabinets. A tarp already laid out with boxes contains a few shelves sitting on top.

“I rented the sander,” she tells him proudly. It’s a nice surprise. He had envisioned himself doing the bulk of the work while Emma waited and watched from the sidelines. Anticipation rose once he observed her walk over, her outfit consisting of thigh length loose shorts and a tank top to fight the summer heat, and plop down onto the tarp.

They work together, Emma putting on a playlist of dulcet tones intermittently interrupted by early 2000s pop. He puts together cabinets while Emma sands down a dresser she snatched off of Facebook marketplace.

They eat sandwiches for lunch while she shows him a binder of inspiration and her plans for renovating. He tries to advise her on how to make her projects friendly for her rental but Emma quickly waves him off saying she’d rather be happy than have her deposit back.

It’s later, when the sun begins to set in the horizon and Emma yawns for the first time that Park decides it’s time to wrap up. He places the shelves and cabinets how she wants, he folds up the tarp, and helps her store away the paint despite Emma’s insistence she needs them set out to motivate her to work during the week.

“You’re going to paint after 12 hour shifts?” He pierces her with a look when she shakes her head, smiling. “Then the pain goes into the closet.”

It’s then that he notices the old hinges on the door to her hallway closet and her bedroom. Rather than leave a hazard in place, Park picked up new hinges (gold to match the color scheme Emma meticulously curated) and dinner.

It’s the first time all day that Emma rests while he works. Poking her fork into the baby spinach, black berries, blueberries, and feta of her salad, she looks up to see Park lift her heavy door, screw it in place. Eyes sinking down, averting in respect of his furrowed brow and the attractive clench of his jaw in concentration, she’s caught in the barely exposed sliver of his abdomen. The white shirt riding up.

It had been so long, not even with her boyfriend did she have to deal with what was accosting her now; a mortifying roll of her stomach, a feeling of emptiness wanting to be filled. Her desire burnish her fingertips that wished to be where the hem of his shirt was now.

“You okay,” he asks, stepping away from the newly finished door, his attention split without noticing her combative emotions.

Emma only nods.

“We got some good work done today. When should we keep going?”

“Oh,” she startled. “The big things are done so I’ve got it from here.” She nods again as if confirmation of her responsible attitude. Park cracks his own smile.

“Well, you have quite the binder of ideas. It might not be a bad idea to have a helper.”

[sulfuree]

Javadi and Ogilvie couple costume for Halloween as Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder

[sodaneko]

getting your hair washed by big, calloused hands that are so damn gentle with you. working through every knot and every bit of tension sitting in your scalp after a long day. making sure don't get any shampoo in your eyes. forehead kisses and a hand in your nape to coax you out of the shower. getting bundled up in a big towel while also getting the side of your neck kissed. sitting on the bathroom floor between spread legs and having your hair dried with so much patience and care by someone who, no matter how tired, will never get tired of you–of taking care of you.