#goeasyonme

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[zephyr-artes]

Day 15: Cat. 🐈 Drew my friend @zybynarx character from our DnD campaign. Ty is a young tabaxi that thinks he’s James Bond, but still has a long way to go. 😂 Anybody else blasting Adele’s new song? #GoEasyOnMe https://www.instagram.com/p/CVMpdAZsqUO/?utm_medium=tumblr

[divinezu]

#StaySolid #AlphaWomen #GoEasyOnME #2022 (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaIJ_5Ip04g/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bloomerpod]

#goeasyonme #newmusic #adele is it #breakupseason or #cuffingseason ? Lol https://www.instagram.com/p/CVCdQLag8JG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[russellembruncan]

Posted @withregram • @brainybirdart All right, guys, I’m caving. I’ll do this. Give me suggestions! Remember my true disdain for drawing people 🤣 Robots are characters too, right? #fan art #digitalart #fanart #goeasyonme #maybesuggestsomerobots #thisfeelslikeschoolagain #artchallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/B-sa6mrD-WY/?igshid=ls2zbdgnompj

[wannahearsumthingood]

The Wedding Dress

I wore it on one of the best days of my life. I said “I do” to a future with the man I loved wearing that bright white dress. I liked the way the satin and the cloth layers felt as it moved against me. The way the pleated chiffon overlay shifted as I walked made me feel like a princess for a day. But what really set off The Wedding Dress were the flowers that covered my bosom along with a satin sash to seal the deal around my waist. It made me feel beautiful and happy. Just as beautiful as The Wedding Dress was so was the promise of building a future with my new husband. But like all beautiful things and best laid plans, The Wedding Dress was used, put in a bag, tucked away and forgotten about. Almost four years later and he and I aren’t so happy anymore. There is no future for us. The love is gone. The anger kicks in. He left without looking back. Now me and our life together are just mistakes to him. Mistakes he can correct through a lawyer and official documents. We started out civil but no more are we. I am mad. The Wedding Dress pops into my head. I grab the garment bag from the closet, throw it on the floor, sit down next to it and unzip the body bag that holds the last dress I will ever wear. I look it over remembering that happy day. The vows, the love and the laughter. Then reality sets in. It was all a lie. I start ripping and tearing chiffon and satin with my bear hands. The ripping feels and sounds cathartic somehow. The way the material feels as it gives away in my hands feels like I’m letting go of all the years we were together. But at the same time I feel a piece of myself ripping and tearing away along with The Wedding Dress. I realize the mistakes I have made along the way. I finally come to terms that I’m not the only one who screwed up. I remember the first time I saw him smile and then I picture the man he is today. I don’t even know him anymore. Maybe I never did. It just makes the anger kick me full force in my heart and the sobbing gets louder. The names I’m calling him get cruder. The ripping and tearing of The Wedding Dress gets more intense and my hands start to hurt. I think nothing of that. As I rip a flower off The Wedding Dress I think of the coldness in his stare. I tear satin into shred after shred as I think of his holier than thou attitude. As I rip more of the delicate chiffon I think of his fucking mother and of the things I’d like to say to her. Finally, as The Wedding Dress sits in a heap of rags before me, my mom rubbing my back trying to delay the inevitable panic attack it dawned on me. This pile of rags is my life. Pretty things get torn apart all the time and life, goes on and so will mine. Not even the best seamstress alive can sew The Wedding Dress back together. Just like nothing could have saved my marriage. But I can try to put the pieces of myself and my heart back together somehow. I don’t need or want a man to do that. This is something I must rebuild on my own. I’m scared as hell but all I can do is my best. I think I can live with that. So, I put the heap of scraps that was once The Wedding Dress back into the body bag it came out of, I zip it up and throw it away. At least now there is more room in my closet and when my heart finally heals there will be more room in there too. Isn’t it funny The Wedding Dress brought me happiness on a day when my future was just getting started and now it brings me closure and comfort that futures can be rewritten at any time. The Wedding Dress is gone having served its purpose and so is my now ex-husband having never served his.

[queerandfeminist-blog]

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[strangehealings]

Smut Alpha Omega Test

☆☆☆WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD NSFW

Smut: 1st time qriting it

Kink: Alpha Omega

Characters: Rose (friend), [Y/N]!Omega/Dom, Jason!Alpha/TrueDom

In hindsight, it certainly felt like that moment in Lost Girl where Bo suddenly finds out shes a succubus. But mush that with the moment she gets a taste of Dyson. I had lived my 24 years without ever experiencing a heat. An alpha, or a beta. I never knew I was an omega until I went dancing with me friends and danced with Jason, a frat brother that tagged along with his frat brothers like i had tagged along my friends.

I mean, i was just having a good time until the dance floor became unbearably hot, and the skimpy clothes I wore weren't helping much. The beats kept going, and the bass reverb made my chest rumble. I tried to sway it out, enjoy my friends, dance alone while they danced with their dates. I wasn't the type to sleep easily with others. I knew everyone was different but it was so much apart of me as my green eyes. I just hadn't done that with anyone, hadn't felt even remotely comfortable with it happening. I had dated, done tinder, but by now I was known as a tease.

It was horrifying! Even when it seemed like we would hit it off, it was like a magnetic repulsion any time it got close. My insides screamed no. By this time i was extremely sexually frustrated at any normal human level.

This heat was not letting up though. I took a cocktail napkin to the bathroom and dabbed at my face, hoping the only thing i put on my face hadn't devided to met off me. What was funny was that my posture was different, my lips pouty and like i had been hydrating instead of drinking the copious amount of coffee for finals week. "Wtf is wrong with me!?" Yeah. My eyeliner and mascara were fine, and I guess I was putting sailor moon transformations to shame but..whyyy??

Satisfied with my image, I exited the ladies room but was suddenly left shaking but a pain. I felt this before but holy shit this was way different. Instinct... took over. It was like an adrenaline rush from almost falling off a ledge, except there was no ledge. There was his blue eyes. Eyes woth the same adrenaline and heat that I felt and all sensible thought left. My frame was long and tall, I was considered tall for a woman at 5'8", which made it next to impossible to find dates. I loved the power trip of heels as much as the next girl. But right jow I used the extra length to close the space between and Jason. He had the same idea apparently because we met in a strange crack of energy in the middle of the floor amongst the throng of dancers. It was like he was approaching a predator himself with how cautious he was to close the last few inches between us. Placing his hands on me as we stood still in a pulsing crowd. I had this sense that he was above me, but that he was mine like I was his.

I know his first name and his frat and thats it but it was like we had met eachother, again and again over lifetimes that may not even bel9ng to this earth. Home.

He moved his hand to place it on my cheek and hesirated. I could tell he struggled as much as me, yet he asked my permission.

I leaned into him, every part of him that was natural. I mewled, and my fire that I thought I had quelled was back, and made me feel hollow. Hollow, but what i needed was finally here. I have no idea what expression was on my face but my jaw hung open in pain and pleasure at just touching this man. It felt so rught but this was not where we were supposed to be when this happened. I never wanted to be alone with anyone yet thats all I wanted with him. I wanted to be tasted, explored, caressed, and most of all, satisfied.

He bent his head down to whisper to me and my wetness intensified. Sandalwood and pine, as if this whole place didn't already smell like that, but now I knew why.

His lips brushed my ears in a whisper. "My little Omega. I finally found you." And I moaned, not caring about what he called me. The music was too loud but he could feel the reverb of my moans from how close we were.

My lips felt like they were tingling from how much i wanted those lips on mine. How much i had wanted this but could never give to another. I sl8d my fingers up into his cropped hair and in one movement i wast poised to kiss him, but also slid my leg up his side and wrapped it around him like a tango dancer.

He growled and took me in both his arms, leaning me backwards as he cinched my waist and nuzzled my neck. Oh. God. I needed to dance with him. If I didn't, i would burn his clothes off with this heat in my body.

"Jesteś moim alfą."

That was not my voice surely. It was too husky, deep, and demanding.I had no idea what I said but it sounded like Polish, my great grandmother had spoken it a lot but I didn't know what it was at all. It was like a possession of words.

His eyes widened at what I said and he bent down to kiss me, first gentle as if he were gaging my welcome. He was more than welcome, and I reciprocated harder as soon as he touched my lips. It felt painfully slow, but we were still listening to the same song. Then the back picket of my jeans buzzed, and his hand went to my ass. He answered who ever it was for me.

>Rose: hey where did you go?

>Helloo?

>are you in the bathroom?

>Y/N: Hey its Jason. [Y/N] is coming to my place tonight, don't wait up.

>Rose: 😲🤯😱 omg is she ok!!?

>Y/N: let my friends know were leaving pls. We're getting an Uber. And shes fine lol

>Rose: lol Holy shit. Ok will do O.O

The whole uber ride we just kept do7ng small talk woth the driver and petting eachother, not wanting either one of us to get away or get bored, but the way he made me feel was unexplainable. I didnt just need his touch, I need him to fill me. I needed him to fill me up with his cum, with his cock, with everything he would give me. I wanted tgis so bad that i hadnt noticed how wet my underwear and jeans were, or that my hips were rocking.

I moved my head up to the crook of his neck to nibble hos ear when a sharp pang hit me which made me whimper. He was swift to caress my mound, and I was quick to bite my lip to keep any of the animalistic soubds i wanted to make out of the car and away from the driver.

We finally pulled up to his frat house, but we ended up taking a path to another building. It looked more like a cottage than a part of the frat house. I shot him a questioning gaze, and he replied

"Technically, I own the Frat, I don't actually belong to it. I'm the landlord."

"Oh.." was that breathy voice mine?

He muttered as he fumbled with his keys to get in. At this point I would have taken him in the car but decided that was not normal nor welcomed by the driver.

We finally got in and he drops every extra thing he had on him, not bothering to put it on the stand by the door. He just couldn't wait long enough. Hell. It felt like too long. We waited too long to meet, to bind, to do this.

He couldn't stop kisses me, exploring my mouth like it was his job. Holding me and teasing me like an old lover who had returned after years.

He put in the radio and halsey's "him and I" played. We slowly took eachothers clothes off. We wanted to be joined, but we wanted to taste and touch everything about the other. I slid my hands over his chest, putting a liitle pressure into my hands, a caress between gliding and massaging. I never wanted him to escape me again. How dare he. How dare I let him go. And suddenly i was in the air and my legs around his waist, our nakedness a relief.

As he walked me over to the bed, each step made his cock rub into my folds and my clit. I could feel myself clenching. Already wishing, crying out for him to enter me. My slick was making our touching all the more overpowering and made me drunk from desire. It burned hotter in my core, a coil only he could unwind.

He set me down without taking his eyes off mine. He backed away a little and I whimpered, missing the closeness.

"You're not in a full heat. You've never done it. More than that, you don't even know what kind of beautiful thing you are, do you?"

How was he reading me so openly. I answered obediently. "Yes and yes." Yet, as i said this, stories from my childhood about alphas, omegas, betas, wars, and love flooded back to me. I was omega.

"Jesus, youre not even in full heat and you affect me like this." He thought a minute.

"I won't mark you. If you can still feel your heat in the morning, it means you're truly my omega. Like soul bonded life mates, mine.

* christ! Just make me fucking yours, i dont want anyone else. I can't even let anyone rouch me.*

He stood in his full birthday suit as he looked at me in mine. Both of us squirming, he as hard and big as ever. In a move that i didnt know i was even capable of, I jumped up feom the bed and jumped to wrap my legs around him again, both of us growling at the renewed closeness. I wanted this to last. I wanted this heat to last for as long as i could let it. I wanted him. Rain or shine. Death, life, kids, all of it. I bit him. Harder than i thought i was capable of.

A low rumble feom his chest made me wetter. He scented me, nuzzling my neck and relishing my scent just as I did with him, pushing my hair back away feom my breasts. The unexpected brush of hair against my nipples made me shiver and in a swift move, he had me on the bed.

I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to make love to him. I just wanted it already, i waited so long for him to come here. Then he slipped inside my virgin pussy and we both groaned at how good this felt. But something kicked into overdrive. I could feel the heat i had before start to intensify and it was as if the coil in my belly was just getting tighter every time ge touched me. Every time he stroked in and out of me, every time he pulled me and groaned.

The crazy thing was that it got tighter. I experienced pleasure beyond what i could comprehend. I never wanted it to end.

"Ohhh... deeper Jason. I want you to go deep er my alpha."

"Mmmm yes baby, come for me little omega."

All my walls crumbled. My restraint broke. I may be omega, but i was no sub. I pushed him, dragged him a little roughly by the hair so that i rode him. He growled and looked like i had just challenged a high rank officer without permission.

"Omega. Present." And like that, i was on all fours on the bed in a position that felt more than right. I wanted it. Whatever it was, whatever he was marking me for, yes. Give me this. A small whimpered "please" escaped my clenched teeth. I couldn't handle it anymore, i gurated my hips to help ease my low burn, my need to be filled, but it just made me wetter, and made him grown more.

"Stop doing that." He growled.

"Stop teasing and leaving. I want you inside me Jason. You're my first. My last."

"You're still not even full heat, fuck [Y/N]!" He moaned as he slid inside my quivering pussy, and i cried out in relief and pleasure. He stroked slow, and sat me back so that some of my weight was pushing him deeper, making me scream as I uncontrollably clenched around him. Ohhh if this what the first time feels like what will the second. The third. It felt like I was going to the moon with the climax he was setting me up for. I wanted it to never end, i needed him to fill me!

He moved my hair, exposing my neck and whispered "[Y/N], i want to make you mine tonight. Let me take care of you. Let me love you every day like this. My omega, my love."

I had no hesitation. I was his the moment we locked eyes.

A loud "Yes baby, make me yours!" Escaped my already breathless lips. With that he pounded harder, something inside was happening and it felt delicious and amazing. "I'm knotting you. Don't try to come off after I cum or you'll hurt yourself." He said gently, brushing my hair back from my neck again. I need to bite hard enouhh to draw blood to make you mine. Is th o-" I nodded vigorously. I wanted the rest of my life with this man. It was fate on hundreds of levels in thousands of lifetimes and this was only one.

"Fuck [Y/N], I want you to scream for me baby! I can feel you clenching around me, you're amazing!"

Ge sped up the pace a little and placed one hand on my hip, the other cupped my breast and ignored nipples. I couldn't help but moan woth eavh stroke, he was getting bugger inside me, he was touching me in every right way and i coukdbt help myself. I screamed as I squirted and he bit my shoulder. It was pure ecstacy.

He marked me, and we rocked and moved rogether until Sunday came, with few breaks between. My first heat was exhausting for the both of us, but we still wanted more. I wanted him to cum more, he wanted me to scream more. We were beautiful together.

2 years later and we still are. Bonus, we save on gym membersships and pajamas. ;)