#props to them for making it hahahaha

[purecantarella]

Hands to Yourself

day four and i have not broken it my streak...yet HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoy!! i have to say, for this week, this one was the one i was particularly excited for kim jennie x idol!reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

You'd been with Jennie since you debuted, and she was always your biggest supporter. She was always the first to hear your songs, she was there during your preparation, and Jennie was always there when you came home.

Of course she wasn't without her faults. Sometimes she would be a little more demanding, a little possessive, and what irritated your management and make-up artists the most were the obscene and difficult to hide marks all over your skin.

While in the moment, YG's princess clawing your back from the intense and unimaginable pleasure and leaving rough kisses across any patch of skin she could get her lips on was the best feeling in the world. It was difficult to argue with your management when it came to things like that.

Which lead you here.

You were days away from your group's broadcast for your album release when you visited your rather needy and very alone girlfriend after she sent you some ravishing photos of her in only a thin, oversized t-shirt that had gone missing from your closet.

You had the rapper was propped up against the wall beside her bedroom door, your lips tangled with hers as she moaned against you, hands stroking up and down your neck as the kiss grew deeper. Legs wrapped around your waist as you ground your hips into her exposed,needy center.

You feel her nails dig into the back of your neck to which you pull away reluctantly. Jennie whines cutely, making you chuckle softly. You life your hand, cupping her cheek whilst your thumb tugs at her lower lip. She pokes her tongue out, sucking on the digit.

"You are so fucking hot, Jen." You hiss before connecting your lips again as you walk over to her plush bed, kicking the door closed as to not be disturbed by her dog. You break the kiss to toss her onto the bed, her giggles breaking the seriousness of the moment briefly.

Your on your knees crawling up to her with a small smile, her hands quickly find the back of your neck again before she presses a lingering kiss over your cheek. You feel her smirk along your skin as you shudder under her touch, "I love it when you rough me up, hun." She pulls you closer while you stare at her in an aroused daze. Her lips ghost you neck before you know it, "It's so fucking hot."

As her teeth scrape the base of your neck, you jolt out of your trance. You lean down to catch her lips between yours before she can do any real damage on you. Your tongue probes her mouth, her own tangling with yours. She moans before you pull away, tugging her lower lip back as you do.

She makes quick by pulling your sweater off your body, leaving your torso exposed for her viewing pleasure. Jennie bites her lip as she eyes your body like a piece of meat, you smirk confidently. The rapper's hands danced along your sides as she leans up to kiss you again.

"Jesus Christ..." She mutters against your lips. You grin before rutting your knee against her hot center. You feel just how soaked she is through the fabric of your leggings. Jennie gasps and her hand is on your shoulder digging into the skin. You hiss softly, feeling your own center getting wet.

But you can't get in trouble with the company again.

You huff and pull away, eyes still locked on Jennie's. Feeling smug that you could barely see her irises from her lust. You tilt your head to the side, as you guide Jennie to lay down, your knee still working on the rapper's cunt leaving her a whining mess. Your hands take hers, pinning them above her head, exposing more of her creamy legs.

You smile against her ear, "You know, you've been getting me in a lot of trouble with the company from those pretty scratches you leave on me." She breathes out a laugh before briefly struggling with the grip you have on her wrists. "I'm starting to think you do it on purpose."

Jennie looks up at you with a defiant and proud smile, "People should know what's mine after all."

You lean up, pulling your knee away from her center, hands releasing hers. The rapper whines from the loss of contact but before she can put her hands on you, you snarl out, "Keep your hands where they are pretty thing."

Jennie is about to retort but it fades into a squeak as your hands find their way onto the collar of her (your) shirt and tear through it. Her eyes grow wide but she can't help the moan that slips past her lips. Her stiff nipples and taut stomach now exposed to you.

You reach a hand down, taking her small, perky breast in your hand, the flesh filling your palm perfectly. Jennie gasps and squirms as you manhandle her chest. She completely loses control when you circle her nipples with your thumbs. Her hands shoot to your wrists, applying more pressure, throwing her head back.

"What'd I say about those hands, Jennie." You husk out, tearing your hands out of her grip. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Maybe you could help me, bossy?"

You scoff before it dawned on you. A smirk finds its way onto your lips, Jennie felt a surge of excitement seeing that look on your face. "You've just given me the most delicious idea, pretty girl." You don't wait for her response before you tugged the wrecked t-shirt from under her and pinning her hands above her head.

Jennie blushed deeply as you tightly wrapped the fabric around her wrists and tying the other end to her bed frame. You watch her squirm around on the bed, a rush of heat filling your lower stomach seeing her so vulnerable to you. You breath out, "I didn't think you could get any hotter, Jen..."

She rubs her thighs together in attempts to relieve the ache in her core. You watch her try to helplessly and smile deviously. Jennie throws her head back hopelessly, "You're terrible, Y/n."

"You're gonna change tunes in a bit, pretty girl." You whisper before slipping out of your ruined leggings. You raise her leg, your free hand sliding down her smooth skin until you're met with a soaping center.

You smile upon hearing her whining as you touch the area around her cunt, never letting your fingers touch her where she absolutely needs it. Not yet anyway. She thrashes and tugs against her restrains while she begs for your touch in a breathy voice.

"Good things come to those who wait, Jen." You tease as you intentionally miss her cunt as you circle the area. Upon hearing your words Jennie glares at you and gritting her teeth together.

"I swear to fucking God, Y/F/N—Holy fucking shit!" With her complaints, you plunge two digits into her heat, pumping with fervor. Jennie's upper body jolts upwards, as far as her restraints would let her, with a high pitched howl. You grin satisfied, before grinding the heel of your hand into her engorged clit. "Y/n! Oh fuck me, Y/n! Yes!"

As your fingers piston in and out of your girlfriend's needy heat, your lips wrapped around her taut nipple, rolling the bud with your tongue.

Jennie struggled against the ruined fabric of the shirt, her climax imminent. Her jaw drops as incoherent panting and curses in both Korean and English falls from her lips.

You release the stiff bud from your mouth and pull her lips into yours, muffling all of her noises. Before you could tease her further, she hastily pulls away from the kiss, a raspy moan echoing through her room as her cunt tightened around your fingers with a gush of wetness.

Jennie's body is tense for a moment before she falls limply onto the bed under her, arms still up against the bed board. You peck her lips gently, her expression completely spent, before you tug the cloth off of her wrists.

You lay down beside her, watching her breath slowly steady before she looks to you tiredly. Your heart flutters in your chest as you look at her post-climax expression.

"Are you alright, Jen?" You ask with a small, but still very smug, smile.

"You're mean." Jennie pouts as she rolls lazily onto your chest. You laugh before pulling her closer. You look at her pouty face with a quirked brow. The rapper burrows herself into your chest, hiding the flush on her cheeks. "I like touching you."

"Oh I am soooo sorry, baby." You coo softly before she slaps your chest gently while chuckling tiredly. There's a silence before she whispers a soft, "I love you."

Your smile softens before you leave a light kiss over the crown of her hair, "I love you too."

You feel her lips curl into a smile before she cuddles impossibly closer as you stroke the small of her back, both of you falling into a deep and relaxed sleep.

i really liked this one, its a shame that this is the one i had to rush due to time constraints :"") in any case i hope you all enjoyed this anyway!! i will see you all tomorrow, i love you all vv much, and keep safe my lovelies 💓 byeeee!! - r

#blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink imagine #blackpink x reader #blackpink reactions #blackpink smut #blackpink jennie #kim jennie #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie imagines #jennie imagine #jennie smut #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop idol smut #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #kinktober 2022 #purecantarella

[femoso-seben]

Immortal Shenanigans

Task force 141 x immortal Freader

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

TW: Gore, implied gore, violence, blood, Torture

Well, shit.

Like a sardine in salt, you could not slip out of this. You weren’t killed no simply knocked out. You awoke chained up and sore. You look over to see a group of armed men watching you. You realize what your fate has in tale for you, and you feel your lips twitch into a smile.

How fun.

The task force slowly explored the large warehouse. The smell of blood was strong. Blood coated the ground, so much blood. This was a killing place. The men turn to each other with a grim expression.

“HAHAHAHA!” They froze and slowly began to inch their eye to the noise. Peer around the corner and witness a violent scene.

There that mysterious girl, YN was chained down her leg and being sawed off. Blood pooled on the ground and all over the frazzled men. They kept trying to kill her, yet she kept coming back.

“Is that all you got?” You tilt your head laughing. It was incredibly painful but this was the funniest thing to you, as funny as being burned alive by witch hunters.

“Shut bitch!” One yes shooting her in the eye. You slightly fall forward pain disappearing before waking up in pain. How many rotations have you gone through? Maybe 10? Were you killed 10 times?

That’s fun.

“Hey, how long are we gonna do this, I’m bored.” You finally ask smile dropping as you gaze into the eyes of your supposed killer. He glared at you and hit you in the face.

“You punch like a bitch,” you grumble the chair falls down. Blood soaks down your arms and you rip your arms out of the demonic hold of the restraint. You slip your hands out and silently wait for them to set you up.

“Tell me how you know them!” The terrorist bellows hitting your neck with a machete.

“Bro, are you trying to get baptized in my blood? Because Jesus Christ will accept you—“You were hit hard in the sternum by a foot. They had these hateful gazes burning into your soul. You snicker and begin to laugh, religious people are so funny.

Someone prop you back up. You twist your body grab their gun from them and begin to shoot them. They shot back riddling your body with bullets. So much blood oozed out of the wounds. All of them fall dead and you untie your foot with the machete.

“Damn, what a moment.” You groan stretching your body out. You pick up your sawed-off leg and begin to reattach it to your body. You look around, there is so much blood on the floor. Like a perfect mirror.

You whistle and pull your phone from one of the dead terrorists. You took a selfie covered in blood sounded by your blood. You're so tempted to post this saying photo shoot. You chuckle and walk through your own blood.

“What the hell!” You look up to see those four again. You give them a peace sign and a large smile.

“Hey boys,” you call out walking up to them giggling.

“Is all this blood yours?”

“Who else?” You asked back like it’s obvious. It was there was no other dead body here.

“Why is there so much blood?”

“I have a lot of blood,” you shrug.

“Why the fuck were you laughing,” the mustache man ask… you really have to ask them for names.

“What’s your name?”

“Price, this is Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.”

“Dumb but ok.”

“Why were you laughing?” Ghost asks.

“Look at it from my perspective, that’s shits funny.”

“You were being tortured.”

“Nothing more painful than being set on fire.” You retort like it was obvious.

“You have been set on fire?”

“Soap, I was around during the witch trials in Europe. I was burned alive several times,” you nod your head with a smile.

“Why were you being tortured?” Price asked arms folded.

“They thought I was with you, not the fact I’m a very nosy archeologist who was following after my pots!”

“What is with you and pots? Is this a sexual thing?” Gaz asks, you turn to him with a ‘what the fuck,’ look.

“No, I’ve been around for the progress of pot making. To me, pots tell an unspoken human history.” You explain to Gaz who only nods but still looks at you with mild disgust.

“They thought you were with us?” Soap ask.

“Yeah, apparently you guys are being watched…” you state, “Did that box of pots get back to the museum?” You ask.

“Yes. How long have you been here?” Price asks.

“Maybe three hours, what day is it?”

“Friday.”

“Rad I’ve been here for three days,” you laugh and walk off.

“Where are you going?” You stop walking and turn around.

“My Airbnb, why?” You ask turning back to them. What’s with their deal?

“If you’re being targeted, we have to keep you safe,” Price steps forward looking down at you. You sigh and nod understanding their standpoint.

“Let me make a call though my colleagues must think I’m a flake or something. I mean I am, but I don’t ghost people like this.” You laugh and call your archeology buddies.

“What is her deal?” Soap asked looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“I don’t know mate, maybe it’s the price for being immortal?”

“She’s all over the place, manic if you ask me.” Ghost mumbles. The others nod she is manic a little wild, and definitely needs to be on medication.

The task force slowly led the enigma of an immortal with that back to base. How will they explain this to Laswell? They look at her covered in blood and riddled with holes. In her clothes. She looks perfectly fine besides her outer appearance.

“I miss historical violence.” She states breaking the silence.

“What!”

“Yeah like whipping, beheading, hanging, ugh just being tortured brings back some fond memories.”

“Your fucking weird.” Soap states.

“That is true!”

“You’re insane.”

“That is also true!” You adamantly agree with their sentiment.

“Why do you agree with them?” Ghost asks leaning forwards to see your face.

“Because I did lose my mind, being immortal fucks you in the head in a way so unique it makes you crave for something.” The others grew quiet that makes perfect sense.

“Also I’m the worse at getting shit done, if you think you procrastinate I can take decades to do something.” You honestly state.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the most insane thing you’ve done?”

“Besides diving off Niagara Falls, I say being a nurse from the American Civil War all the way to the Vietnam War.” The entire truck grew silent. You’ve seen war.

“Really?”

“I dressed up as a guy and became a field medic. I’ve seen a lot of death, I was there in Japan when the atomic bomb dropped.” You state somberly. The truck grew cold as no one wanted to say anything. They’re shocked, you're a veteran, and they didn’t even realize that.

“I was one the first to suggest a special unit to take on harder missions the average soldier couldn’t do. And here you all are,” you smile looking at all of them with a sense of pride. They were your making, indirectly but still yours, just like your living descendants.

“So… you’re a medic?”

“I was a medic not anymore.”

“You’re a veteran?”

“Technically I’m not because I lied when I was a nurse and then a field medic.” You explain to Soap who’s trying to wrap his mind around this new information.

“Oh, also I was in New York when 9/11 happened. That was horrific.” Everyone seemed to hold their breath, Ghost joined because of 9/11, so this was a big shock for him.

“You have a colorful history,” Price mutters breaking the silence with his calm demeanor.

“What can I say, I live long enough to be around when shit goes sideways.”

The truck arrives at this military base and they lead you to HQ from the looks of things. People stop moving and just stare at you, you completely forget you’re covered in your own blood. You’re used to being stared at, always doing dumb things.

“John— on my God!” You look over to see a middle-aged woman stepping backward.

“Laswell, this is the woman who we’ve told you about.”

“The immortal one?”

“Yup.”

“Hello, Laswell.” You turn to her with a warm smile.

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@josieguts

#soap cod #141 #cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #john soap mactavish #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 x reader #crack fic

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

opinions on erivris? (canon + potential)

Friendship! This one's a bit weird to answer because I personally feel like canon pretty much shows us what's up with their relationship, but I can still talk about it!

So we know that Vriska initially got Mindfang's journal from following a meteor she saw shortly after leaving the caverns. This journal eventually led her to a ghost ship, where she found the Flourite Octet during a roleplaying campaign. Eridan mentions getting his crosshairs from a ghost ship too, implying that the two found it together while FLARPing. Since Vriska was explicitly led there by the writings of her ancestor, and she always wished to be like Mindfang, and Eridan also believes that his inheritance of the gun was a sign that he was meant to follow in his ancestor's footsteps/finish their unfinished business, it's heavily implied that the two's kismesistude was largely the result of both of them feeling obligated to pick things up where their ancestors left off.

Now, Karkat's speculated before about Vriska's fucked-up psyche from all the murders. I'll probably just post that, because, to be honest, I trust Karkat's opinion:

CG: OK, MOST PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T HAD THEIR LOBE STEM CAUTERIZED ARE CAPABLE OF FEELING THE TWO PRIMARY EMOTIONS, HATE AND PITY. CG: PITY IS OF COURSE JUST THE TONED DOWN VERSION OF THE CENTRAL EMOTION, HATE. CG: AND ALL THE NUANCES OF PITY MANIFEST AS VARIOUS OTHER KINDS OF FEELINGS LIKE WHATEVER CHEMICAL REACTIONS TRIGGER MATING FONDESS OR THE MYSTERIOUS FORCES THAT ARE BEHIND MOIRALLEGIANCE. ... CG: A WELL BALANCED PERSON IS IS GOING TO HAVE A GOOD DISTRIBUTION BETWEEN HATE AND THE VARIOUS PITY HUMORS. CG: HAVING A GOOD BALANCE KEEPS ALL THE EMOTIONS SHARPER, SEE I THINK THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. ... CG: BUT SEE, YOU'RE TOO HEAVY ON THE HATE SIDE, OR AT LEAST YOU PRETEND TO BE WHICH IS MAYBE WORSE. ... CG: AND YOU THINK YOU'RE HATING UP EVERYONE HARD WHEN YOU'RE REALLY JUST BURNING OUT THAT ENTIRE EMOTIONAL HEMISPHERE. CG: IT'S LIKE LUKEWARM HATE. PRETENDER'S HATE, WITH NO COUNTERPOINT AT ALL. CG: AS SUCH THERE'S NO REAL SUBSTANCE TO YOUR HATE, IT'S LIKE A CARDBOARD MOVIE PROP. CG: WHICH IS WHY YOUR BRAIN IS BROKEN, KIND OF LIKE TAVROS'S BUT ON THE OPPOSITE HEMISPHERE I GUESS. CG: OR MAYBE YOUR BROKEN BRAIN LED TO THE IMBALANCE IN THE FIRST PLACE, I DON'T KNOW. CG: WHATEVER THE CASE IS, YOU'RE KIND OF EMOTIONALLY SCREWED, SORRY TO SAY. CG: YOUR HATE'S TOO DULL FOR A PROPER KISMESIS, IN MY OPINION. CG: AND I DON'T SEE ANYONE CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO BE YOUR MOIRAIL HONESTLY, UNLESS THERE'S SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO WOULD ACTUALLY BOTHER PITYING YOU. CG: AND LANDING A MATESPRIT? HAHAHAHA! CG: SERIOUSLY, LIKE THAT WOULD EVEN INTEREST YOU. CG: BASICALLY ANY FEATURE OF YOUR EMOTIONAL PROFILE THAT USUALLY MAKES SOMEONE VIABLE IN THE REDROM DEPARTMENT MUST BE TOTALLY FRIED. CG: YOUR BLACKROM POTENTIAL'S PROBABLY TOAST TOO.

So basically, what Karkat is saying is that Vriska's a sloppy mess. Because of her personal suite of issues, caused by a demanding and "intense" "sym8iotic" relationship with her lusis and all the child murders she's had to do (many thousands), she functionally doesn't have enough emotional effort to muster up for pretty much anybody.

And this all makes sense, because Vriska's entire suite of problems stems from having to be tough as nails and justifying her actions. No weakness, no kindness, no mercy, no pity. And since she's closing herself off from the rest of her emotions, all she has left is a "dull" hate, insufficient for a proper kismesistude. Frankly, according to Karkat, she just can't hate anybody hard enough.

Now, Vriska and Eridan have a lot of parallels, between their ancestors' shared history and the similar demands made by the lusii in their lives. However, Vriska is far more successful at fitting into the highblood mold; since she's better at closing herself off from feelings of guilt or pity, and - Team Charge debacle nonwithstanding - capable of forming and maintaining friendly relations, if not friendship, with other trolls (Equius, Kanaya).

In contrast, because the two kind of serve as foils for each other, Eridan is really bad at managing his feelings. Between expressing guilt about the kid he just orphaned:

That should keep her happy for a while. And make a freshly orphaned troll somewhere pretty sad.

And the fact that he's generally known for his "exaggerated emotional theatrics," which generally stem from genuine deep-seated anxieties he holds towards his position in society and the weight of a seemingly inescapable future (check out my Eridan essay for more), I think it's safe to say that he kind of represents the opposite of Vriska's personal suite of issues: where she closes herself off from her feelings too much, and is thus constantly projecting an air of being tough and mean and scary, Eridan expresses his emotions too much, and is thus seen as cringe and overbearing and attention-seeking.

And this equal-but-opposites kind of thing crops up in other facets of their life - Vriska's murders are motivated primarily by self-preservation, as her lusus dying means she dies, too; meanwhile, Eridan's murders carry with them the survival of the entire species, as well as his friends specifically. Vriska's lusus is described as intensely demanding, and their relationship symbiotic (read: codependent); Eridan's is described (by proxy, via Cronus's lusus) as "stern and fatherly," with an implication that he's provides pretty much no emotional support whatsoever (which I expand upon here).

So, if Vriska's relationship problems are caused by the fact that she's so removed from her own feelings that she has no emotional effort to spare, then it stands to reason - and indeed seems to be the case - that Eridan's emotional problems are that he's far too emotional, and thus, going in too hard, and in too messy a direction, no matter who he's attempting to pursue. (Nepeta calls his flushed advances "cr33py and insincere," Kanaya finds his ashen advances "indecent," and Equius expresses feeling uncomfortable with his flirting.)

Indeed, Eridan strikes up flirting astonishingly quickly, as seen when he shares only a few words with Rose before asking if she wants to go pitch with him. There's several factors involved here.

The first is that his emotions run fever-hot at all times, to the point that he has difficulty parsing both their origins and their aims; if you asked him point-blank if he was really in love/hate with whomever he was flirting with, he would answer you with a firm "yes," even if it's obvious to everyone around him that he probably isn't.

The second is that he's desperately lonely, and likely sees a relationship as a form of alleviation from that loneliness, so he's over-eager to get into one. A romantic partner isn't supposed to leave you alone, after all, and we can see from Vriska accidentally ghosting him to mercy kill her lusus that he tends to assume people ignore him on purpose. Because he has anxiety. The boy just craves attention.

And finally, establishing a relationship, especially a pitch one, is tied up in his general problems regarding duty and obligation. Not only is there pressure from the empire to fill both concupiscent quadrants by adulthood, but Dualscar had a kismesis, so Eridan ought to have one, too. We see from the way he treats killing angels as a duty he has to undertake, the same as killing lusii, that he has great difficulty divorcing his current situation from the anxiety that motivates him to complete his work, so it's likely that he's still moving according to this feeling that he "has to" fill these quadrants or else Something Bad Will Happen.

And, with Vriska specifically, here's the thing - there's never a point where he genuinely describes hatred for her. The most we get is him using some colorful slurs to describe her to Kanaya, but he never goes into specifics, like "I hate her for X". So the question that all of this begs is, did Eridan ever hate Vriska at all?

And the answer is probably no. Personally, I don't think their kismesistude was ever really serious, nor did they ever actually hate each other. Both of them, feeling obligated by their bloodlines, entered into the kismesistude on the grounds that it was their duty, an obligation, and at some point, Vriska realized she wasn't really into it, and Eridan got the rejection through his thick, woeful skull. Their interaction in [S] Past Karkat: Wake up. pretty much says it all.

VRISKA: Hey. ERIDAN: hey VRISKA: So........ ERIDAN: wwhats up VRISKA: Nothing. VRISKA: Standing by the old horn pile I see. ERIDAN: yup VRISKA: Yeah........ VRISKA: Ok then. Carry on I guess. ERIDAN: god damn vvris wwhys it still got to be so flippin awwkwward like this come on ERIDAN: wwe used to havve a good thing goin remember our campaigns ERIDAN: that shit wwas epic wwhere are you evven goin to find a rivvalry like that VRISKA: It was fun, Eridan. While it lasted. VRISKA: 8ut it ran its course! I don't know what else to tell you. ERIDAN: oh as if im not so ovver it please spare me your disdain mindfang ERIDAN: im wworkin on findin a neww rivvalry wwhichll make ours look like a kiddie game ERIDAN: wwhich oh by the wway IT WWAS VRISKA: If you say so, Dualscar! 8est of luck with that. VRISKA: Too 8ad the luck's all mine now! Hahahaha.

To paraphrase:

-Awkward foot shuffling- ERIDAN: I really enjoyed what we had, when you paid attention to me. Are you sure you don't want to go back to that? VRISKA: I guess it was fun, but I'm not interested, like I've told you a bajillion times already. ERIDAN: Yeah, I know, I just figured I'd ask. ALSO I'M TOTALLY EMOTIONALLY FINE AND NOT SAD AT ALL BECAUSE SADNESS IS WEAKNESS AND I'M NOT WEAK, SEE? I CAN BANTER. I'M NORMAL ABOUT THIS. I'M TOTALLY OVER YOU. VRISKA: Hahaha. Yikes. Good luck, dude. Genuinely no hard feelings on my end.

And there really aren't hard feelings. Before the retcon, Vriska mentions on the ghost pirate ship that she wishes Eridan was there; post-retcon, she's the one who's willing to go to bat for him a little when she and Terezi are discussing who to bring back with their extra kernelsprites. Eridan is doing his usual thing of "well, I've accepted their rejection... but am open to them changing their minds, crazier things have happened" thing with her, but that DOES mean that he has accepted the rejection. (More about the way he handles rejection and flirting here.)

So pitch is toast for them; they've been there, done that, and probably never even hated each other in the first place. On the other quadrants:

The thing with pale is that it's about keeping each other calm. Given that Eridan seems to puff up whenever Vriska is involved - because, even if he never hated her, the fact that she could do the Highblood Thing more naturally than he could probably fuels his general insecurities about his inability to meet that ideal - I don't think it would be successful on that count alone. Even without that, I highly doubt Eridan would be capable of reining Vriska in, nor would he even particularly care to (and vice versa) - the two of them both struggle with empathy for other people.

Flushed is, hmmm... well, the thing is, both of them have been shown having flushed tastes of "nice" - Vriska's weird vascillatory thing with Tavros, and then her fond feelings for John, and Eridan's interest in an idealized version of Feferi. In fact, Karkat outright says he thinks Tavros is broken in such a way that he doesn't feel hatred for anybody, and Eridan says to Feferi that he thinks she's too nice to hate anybody; whether or not that's true, we can extrapolate that the two of them tend to be interested in people who are just really really nice. And unfortunately, the two of them are not particularly nice at all.

So personally, I think the best possible ending for these two is friendship. The incompatible aspects of their personalities - Eridan's desperate need for attention and emotional support, and Vriska's difficulty with providing it - wouldn't be a problem in a casual friendship, and they clearly hold each other in fairly positive regard. For their own sakes, I don't think they should be in too much contact - Eridan is painfully sincere and emotional even at his best, and Vriska is tough and badass even at her best, and I think she'd wind up hurting him, and he'd wind up exhausting her - but as, like, casual buddies that see a movie with each other or do extreme sports or something every so often? Not bad!

#homestuck #eridan ampora #vriska serket

[quinloki]

𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Marco, Ace, Reader Warnings: None (implied poly relationship) Notes: Reader is implied shorter-than-average as a gag for the characters they're dressing up as.

Word count: 696

Ace tugged at the button up collar, undoing the top button again. “I know I agreed, but I didn’t think you were going to shove me into five layers of clothes, (Y/N).” He grumbles a little as you hand him a dark blue and silver trimmed military style jacket.

“At this rate the gloves are going to be the death of you.” You reply with a smirk. “Marco’s wearing something similar, he’s not complaining.” You say as you help him get the gold braided cord around his right arm the correct way.

Marco was standing in front of a mirror in the blue and silver trimmed military uniform. He had it buttoned up correctly, the boots were shined, and the few accessories were in place as though he was actually part of the Amestris Empire. He was currently getting used to the plastic prop cigarette you’d provided him, trying to make it look natural and sort out how to keep it comfortable.

He’d gone so far as to make sure he was clean shaven for the part, combing back and trying to tame some of his hair so it was only a little spiky in the front.

“His flames don’t run hot.” Ace huffs. “And look at him, he’s preening.”

“You would be too, pretty boy, if you’d look in the mirror.” Marco says flatly, turning around and giving Ace a grin, managing to keep the cigarette where he wants it.

“You know, the Colonel often wears a long black coat in the series, if you want, I can go get it?” You offer, giving him a half-teasing, half-irritated smile.

He flinches a little, and then sighs in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for complaining so much.” He offers up. “But why are you the main character?”

“Cause you two giants are too tall.” You assert, handing him a pair of gloves with thin red lines stitched into them. You’re wearing a black a-shirt, a thick brown belt, black pants and boots and a bright red coat with a black symbol stitched on the back. Thatch had helped you do the stitching, and it’d taken both of you a few months. It was beautiful work at least, and you were certainly going to get more use out of it than just this single contest event.

“Not that you have to be short to dress up as a short character.” You admit, checking your loose-braided blonde wig before putting it on. “But… this is my favorite character, and the two of you share a lot of physical traits with my other favorite characters, so it just worked out well. Too good to pass up.”

You finish getting your costume on and Ace nearly snorts trying not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You question.

He puts a hand over his mouth trying to stifle a laugh and failing miserably. “N-noth-nothing!” He manages. “It’s just- hahahaha!”

Marco turns to look and grunts, nearly snorting as he tries not to laugh too.

 “Heck, is something wrong?” You question, starting to panic a little.

“No, not at all.” Marco assures you.

“You look shorter than usual!” Ace finally blurts out, losing it entirely and cackling.

Your panic morphs into irritation. You start to say something, but Marco interjects.

“Those boots are even thicker than your usual shoes.” He states in disbelief. “It’s impressive, yoi.”

“Y-you’re both wearing boots too!” You stammer, suddenly painfully aware of your lack of height for the first time in months. “You’re just standing taller than usual, th-that’s all.”

You snatch a pair of white gloves out of Ace’s hands as he hands them over, still trying to contain his amusement. You grumble under your breath a little as you put the gloves on.

“Should’ve made you dress as the younger brother,” You huff. “Stick you in a big tin can all day.”

Ace’s gloved hand slips under your chin as he leans down from behind you. The rough texture sends a jolt down your back and you aren’t sure what to do with it. Before you can think on it he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t be mad, pipsqueak, I’ll make it up to you later.”

#costume contest stories #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece halloween #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #x reader #reader insert

[gorejo]

now that you’ve shared gojo and reader in the morning, you’ve got to share them before bed :’

(and noon and afternoon and evening and midnight and-

LMAO hmm let me see... (not proofread) 😉 mdni.

afternoon:

not too much cause of work, but he'll still squeeze some time to talk.

he's the type to text back right away no matter how busy he is.

For someone so busy,.. he sure likes to spam text occasionally. pouting when they don’t answer or stalks their Insta during work meeting just to see if they posted anything — like how dare they when he’s not with them

gojo will always send a picture of his meal (with his face in it lmao) just to check up, spend some time, and update them about his day as he hears them out about theirs. but it's mostly so that he can see if they ate and are having a good day.

if it's the weekend, he'll mostly have something planned — go on a simple trip or have a simple staycation in the cabins or his resort.

the weekends are time he can freely spend with them so he'll be super mindful of where to go and what to do. When he naps, he likes to be the little spoon and have his hair combed through and back lightly scratched.

evening:

this is when he'll try to quickly wrap up his work and drive Ijichi insane.

he'll either prepare dinner, or take them out for dinner.

if his partner is up for it, maybe get a little quickie in... in his bentley hehehe

if he cooks, he'll make it surprise. putting on a show because he thinks he's a top class chef... tbt to the college days when he couldn't even fry an egg.

his favorite late night date is being able to take a drive at night and go to the beach. This is when he'll take his Mercedes G class, prop open the back and have a cozy time with some hot tea and snuggles with soft blankets while looking up at the stars together.

if they opt to stay home, he'll prepare a bath for his partner and just sink into the tub together. he likes to play with their fingers while he rests his head on their shoulders.

Sometimes when he wants to have sex, and wants you initiating … he’ll purposefully wear his gray sweats a little lower on his hips to show his abs and pelvic muscles while he walks around with a hand under his loose white shirt just to be a fucking tease — but hey, his method works like 90% of the time.

sexy time (?):

okay... you have to understand this man has stamina for days. though he'll flow with whatever his partner is feeling or wants to do (he'll never say no fucking...) but he'll like to at least be intimate four times a week. More? say less, he ain't complaining.

preferences... he likes to both give and receive — leaning more on the giving side because he can have full control over them. but he absolutely loves getting head because he can watch them so so carefully as they take his cock. slowly guiding the speed as he cooes praises for being so good.

Hygiene: he isn’t a mole rat but he’s trimmed. Wouldn’t mind not having it trimmed here and there but he doesn’t like being fully bare. And he doesn’t care what his partner does, he’ll find whatever they do so hot.

position: he likes (idk the position's name... but i think it's called flat iron? it's this position because he literally has full control and he loves kissing them from behind — it’s so intimate. he can go slow, fast, go deep or be a tease — all of it in this position.

this one because he loves how his balls slap against their ass, and it can lead to them riding him while he plays with their boobs or just watch them use him to chase their high.

and this one because it's so intimate. mostly happens when he cums and he can just hold his partner in his arms while he shoots his litto future babies into them HAHAHAHA

After washing up, he likes to cuddle and have pillow talk. This is when he feels the most connected with his partner and loves to watch them fall asleep in his arms. His body runs hot so he’s a perfect radiator.

hes a tease and imperfect but he loves so well.

ps. forbes gojo is a bit different when he's jealous or feeling more carnal than usual.... maybe we’ll see this side to him soon shrug 🤷🏻‍♀️

#☏voicemail. #maybe... would ya'll like it if i opened up character asks for him?? #there are some pictures..... #lMAO this was so funny to make HAHAHA #forbes30!gojo #anon.

[kazuyummy]

🍆 daiya no ace - how they like receiving head

sanada shunpei 💋 kominato ryosuke 💋 miyuki kazuya

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SANADA SHUNPEI showers you with praises-- honey, sweetheart, babygirl-- you've heard all the pet names but they never get old falling from his lips. Kneeling between those muscular legs, you do everything in your power to please him. He likes when you get messy-- drool trailing down the sides of your lips to your chin and tears pooling at the edges of your eyes as you take the full length of his fat cock. Shunpei coos your name so sweetly with songs of my good girl and my fuckin' angel, that he doesn't have to lift a finger while you do all the work, soft hands tugging at his length and head bobbing. He tastes and feels so good, the curve of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you can just imagine it making a mess of your pretty little pussy. His groaning is music to your ears; your reward for being so good and getting him close to release. And when you milk him dry, swallowing every last drop then turning around and bending over when he asks so kindly, you're thanking him.

KOMINATO RYOSUKE is a sadist through and through, which must make you a masochist with the way your head hangs off the bed as he fucks your throat, watching it bulge as you take his length. He loves the tears falling from your eyes, and the way you whimper and shake your head when he asks if it's too much for you. You look so pathetic and desperate to please him with your throat full that it only spurs him on further. He'll bend down and play with your tits, pinching them and telling you to quit yer whining when you gag around him. He'll tell you that you're his good little whore, even letting you touch yourself-- not like he'd allow you to cum without his permission, though. When he finally hits his peak, he'll shove himself down so you choke a little, but help your head up shortly after so you can swallow without coughing. Even with some of his seed dripping down the side of your mouth, he'll give you a kiss and an affectionate ruffling of the hair for being his good girl.

MIYUKI KAZUYA doesn't stop his provocation even in bed-- even when you scoff pillow princess at him, even when you try teasing him back, and especially when you glare at him. He loves lying down when you give him head because he gets the full show-- glazed-over eyes that look at him to gauge his reaction every so often, the way your plush, slutty lips wrap around him, your ass up in the air-- hell, maybe he'd love to see someone plowing you from behind one of these days, desperation in your face as you do your best not to crumble under the pleasure. When he gets close, his hips get restless, thrusting upward as he props himself up on one elbow and grips your hair with his free arm. His release is the only time you feel any sense of victory, eyes needy and cries of your name falling from his lips when you keep going, overstimulating him until he can finally pull himself out. But just like that, he's back to his true self and already knows the answer when he starts to get hard and challenges you, "you gonna ride me already, or what?"

HAHAHAHA BYE

#⚾️-dna #💭-ani-mini #diamond no ace #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #sanada shunpei #sanada x reader #kominato ryosuke #daiya x reader

[polarisdelphi]

A little character study I did a while ago, trying to figure out new ways of painting, style changes while remaining more on the realistic side... And sword props, 'cause I LOVE drawing swords.

(And I made up the thing written on Excalibur, I know the Legend says it's "Take me Up/Cast me Away", but I wanted something more tied to Arthur's character and why he's the only one who can wield it)

King Arthur and his Knights are one of my favourite stories, so I wanted to work on some ~character designs~ for them (a little d&d-ish like...?)! Working as well on presentation and something I'd enjoy having on my portfolio/doing as a character comission/project/first draft.

Also, tried to test some different layers while colouring, ended up with a sort of vitral looking thing for him:

Which I also enjoyed a lot :3

Now, regarding character and clothes and all - and some of my takes on Arturian Legend, and just me being a big Arthur and his Knights fangirl overall, under the cut ^^

When it comes to King Arthur, I enjoy more the historical findings and more modern retellings that Arthur would have been a war general, not a king, around the 5th century - fighting saxons on the bloody fiedls of Britain while praying to pagan gods. So that's the direction I'm going for here - even if I took some ~historical liberties~ regarding how everything looks.

(alsooo BIG DISCLAIMER: I'm a product of catholic school and I have a personal beef with all the religion/God/catholic values of the ~legends~ hence why I prefer seeing all of them as a bunch of normal guys surviving the drenched in blood politics of the 5th century rather than chaste, virtuous knights of the 11th century - it's a personal stance, you are more than welcome to disagree in a civilized manner ^^)

Here we have him then: Arthur, uncrowned king of Britain, probably Uther's bastard son, one hell of a war general and politician dealing with the saxons and pulverized british kings fighting for the Great King crown - who just dreams of having a normal life in a nice place with Guinevere and watch his sons grow in a land with peace and justice.

Oh, Arthur, my sweet summer child, I've got news for you...

I Used red on him as a more ~regal colour~, even if usually purple are more the colours of kings and royalty (historically speaking, as far as I know, I'm not really a historian T-T).

Now, a lot of his armor - and looks - comes from Bernard Cornwell's The Winter King book series, that is about Arthur and his Knights. I remember reading Arthur's appearance in a field of war for the first time and my own imagination had me in awe of how stunning (heroic like, not beauty like) he was HAHAHAHA

Shiny dragonscale armor, white vests, white cape, bright sword, mounting on a white Shire Horse (one of the biggest horse breeds ever) that only he and his Knights mounted, making them famous for it... A vision, to say the least!

The white cape and clothes didn't work for this design though. I wanted to make a white cape, dirty with mud and blood, but overall, not good for the design. Went with red because it looks better, it's a royal looking colour for me and it has that blood thing. Arthur might have been fair and with great morals for his time, but he was a killer drenched in blood, head to toes, just like every other great war general.

I want to make a series of Arthurian Legend related illustrations and such, so this is the Arthur I picture and the one I've always had in mind: idealistic, fighting for peace and justice, suffering a lot in a world where blood and corruption is the accepted currency; but even so, he won't abandon his own values and will keep fighting for a better Britain, even if he has to coat himself in the blood of his enemies.

After reading a LOT on Arthur and his Knights - be it classic Arthurian Legend tales, Le Mort D'Arthur, Mists of Avalon, all the Arthurian movies ever made, researches, university talks on Arthur as a character and who were the historical figures he was based on, Bernard Cornwell's books, and a bunch of other stuff told ya I'm an Arthur fangirl :') - I decided to work on my own take of the story, as a lot of people have done before.

Whenever you see any illustrations from me, it's going to be this idea I have in my mind of how his story was like - and what I would've liked to see in books/movies on Arthur and his Knights :)

just you wait for my Lancelot and my Guinevere

#king arthur #arthur pendragon #arthurian legend #arthurian mythology #fanart #(is it?) #illustration #character design #character art #character concept #character sheet #art #my art #classic literature #(is it classic lit? I'm not british/american we don't study arthurian legend/english literature at school it's literally a hobby hahaha) #excalibur #d&d #d&d character #like I said worked on him as I'd sketch/draw a d&d character #so that's the tag it's going into my blog hahahahaha #personal take

[jewwyfeesh]

The Lost Tome - 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Tsukinaga Leo, Mikejima Madara

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Leo: The knight-errant’s being chased by a homicidal killer, only to find that said murderer is one’s ex-companion… And, in order not to harm said companion, the knight-errant decided to shoulder the crushing weight of the truth, and was felled under the killer’s blade…

[ ♪ ]

Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Walkway

Madara: The autumn sky is high and the air is brisk[1]! Though the sunlight’s kinda scorching right now, the ambience is finally much cooler!

Deep breath~ Sucking all that crisp air into one’s lungs is really refershing for the body!

This kinda weather is perfect for a run. Alrightie! I’ve made up my mind! Let’s head out to the track for a good ol’ jog!

Huff and puff and huff~

Oh?! Who’s that up ahead… She’s being blocked by a weird object, and I can’t see her face.

Heyya, do you need some help? Seeing how you’re so slight, it must be tiring to move this large thing by yourself, right? Come’ere, let Mama help you~

Eh? You’re saying ‘You’re not my Mom’? Upon hearing that sound… Is that you, Anzu-san?

Haha, it is you! In that case, let’s redo our introductions~ Anzu-san, long time no seeeeeeeeee!!

You’re telling me not to make a ruckus in the hallways, and not to run around either?

You heard the sound of running, and wanted to see who’s making a mad dash towards you… but you were blocked by this equipment; being unable to discern who’s the one running, you could only rely on the sound of my voice to find out who I was… Is that it?

Hahahaha! Preaching the second you see me~ But such a meticulous personality is a trademark of yours, Anzu-san~

Come on, let me help you! There’s no need to feel shy or anything; not to mention, walking around with your line of sight blocked is rather dangerous.

Speaking of which, what are these, exactly?

Ohhh… So they’re props used by the Theatre Club, and you’re just helping shift them from point A to B.

I’ve changed my mind! I’ll help Anzu-san shift the props! In any case, I’m plenty bored myseeeeelf! If you’re tired, I can carry you alongside all of these, ahahaha!

Ah~ I’ve been rejected! Guess I have no other choice but to just help with the props~

Eh? There’s someone running behind us?

Hey, kiddo, you can’t go scampering ‘round in the halls.

Oh? It’s Leo-san?! Where are you going in such a mad rush? Were you looking for me to play with you? Even if you wanted to play a game with me, you can’t go whizzin’ in the halls as you like~ There there~

Anzu-san, you’re saying I was the one who started sprinting down the halls first? Hahahaha! That’s right, Leo-san, so don’t follow in my footsteps, okay?

Leo: Mama, stop dragging me around! I’m getting chased by someone who wants to kill me!

Madara: Kill you…!? There’s someone who’s chasing you to kill you?? Leo-san!?

Keep calm, and be rest assured! As long as Mama’s here, no one would be able to lay a finger on you.

Leo: Gaaah, Mikejimama, don’t haul me into your chest and pat my head so naturally…

But it seem’s like I’ve thrown them off my trail for now, so I can finally have a breather… Wait a minute, a knight-errant[2] who’s being chased by a murderous killer… It’s flowing, it’s flowing, my inspiration’s flowing…!

I need to write this down immediately! If I forget it in my haste, the world will be deprived of a song that could very well go down in history! What a pity!

Madara: Although disturbing you while you’re composing isn’t good, how did this happen? Anzu-san and I are quite worried after seeing you in such a hurry.

Leo: The knight-errant’s being chased by a homicidal killer, only to find that said murderer is one’s ex-companion… And, in order not to harm said companion, the knight-errant decided to shoulder the crushing weight of the truth, and was felled under the killer’s blade…

Ah, Mikejimama, were you talking to me just now? I’m really sorry, I was so engrossed in composing… I’m really sorry Mikejimama, Anzu!

To be honest, I’m tryna avoid Sena… If he catches me he’s probably gonna lecture me again… and I don’t wanna be lectured…

Anzu, you’re asking if I made Sena angry again? I don’t really know if it can be considered making him angry… Naru sent me a message saying that Sena’s furiously looking for me and to be careful… So… I started hiding from Sena…

In the end I ducked behind some corner and saw him walk by, and he really did look quite upset… His hair was this close to sticking up all over the place…

Madara: Ahhh, so it’s Izumi-san who’s been hunting you down. But why though? With such an air of indignation too.

Leo: To be honest, IDK! But if you really insist on an answer, it might be because of this~

Madara: Is this Leo-san’s newest composition? May I have a look?

Leo: Mm! If Mikejimama wants to have a look, feel free! I wanna hear what Mama thinks of it too ☆

Madara: I’m so very honored! Then, don’t mind if I do! I very much look forward to Leo-san’s newest creations!

Hm… How do I word this? It’s an excellent piece! It has this lilting and unrestrained melody, but there’s also love and courage woven in this gentle feeling… It’s quite unique!

I’m really happy to have been able to lay eyes on such a masterpieeeeeeece!

However, it’s also because it’s so distinctive that I’m all the more curious — where did you source your inspiration, Leo-san?

Leo: Hehehe, to be able to hear Mama sing my praises… Well, it made that murder-goose-chase all the more worth it~

But this time, I really gotta hand it to Rittsu and Anzu. Eh? Anzu, you have a puzzled look on your face.

Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten the book you picked up earlier?

Ah… The sequence of events went something like this, Mama…

Hold on, that person who’s looking around and heading in our direction kinda looks like… Sena?!

No no no, I really gotta go now. I’ll find some other time to spill the tea, Mama!

Ah, and, if Sena does ask about it… Mama and Anzu, please tell him that I was never here! Please, help me out.

Help… Ah, right! I remember! There’s also this — Mama, Anzu, thank you taking care of Knights ☆

Madara: You’re very welcome, Leo-san, but there’s really no need to thank us. Anzu-san’s surely very happy to be able to interact with the other members of Knights, no?

Just leave this to us; you should hurry up and go. Izumi-san is catching up.

Leo: Thanks, I owe you one! My life is now in your hands, okay~☆ Toodles~

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Translator's notes: [1] 秋高气爽 - the autumn sky is high and the air is brisk -- a set phrase for describing fine autumn weather.

[2] knight-errant -- a medieval knight wandering in search of chivalrous adventures; according to this quora post written by paul hume, it seems to suggest that knight-errants were knights who travelled according to their own whims instead of aligning themselves to a particular court / lord, and are fantastical in nature (and not something actually recorded in IRL history)

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#enstars translation #mukanshu tl #the lost tome #mikejima madara #tsukinaga leo

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Random post. Because I currently have no one to talk to. You can scroll. It's just me ranting about the most mundane things and talking to myself :)

Okay, now I dunno what to say. I'm not texting anyone cause I'm not gonna bother anyone in my DMs with this

MY FAVOURITE THING EVER IS SO MANY THINGS

That's so vague HAHAHAHA

I like cats SO much. OH MY GOD-

Like, if you do not like cats, I do not trust you.

Theres a cat near where I live, but she won't let me pet her babies :(

I used to call kittens 'cat babies'. I still do. It sounds cuter. But like, cats are so cute, if I get one, I'm gonna love it forever and give it lots of kisses and hugs and treats and everything it could ever want and a little cat bed and a tiny blanket and a scratchy thingy, idk what it's called, and dedicate most of my life to it and love it so so sosososososososoooooo much and they're so cute and lovable and huggable and kissable and if my future partner doesn't like cats I'm kicking them out cause I want a cat, and I'm gonna love it so much and show it off to everyone cause it's mine and I love it and I also reallllyyyyyyyy love flowers

Like, flowers are so cool. How could you NOT like flowers???? And i can name so many flowers and I told my best friend about soooooo many flowers like lotuses and sunflowers and peonies and lobelias and Cordelias and bleeding hearts and foxgloves and poppies and and and-

Anyway

OH MY GOD CAKEEEEEEEEE

I love cake SO much. Red velvet is my FAVOURITE. Maybe thats why i have memory issues. Oh oh! Did you know that if you consume too much sugar, it gives you memory issues

And diabetes

Reminds me of the time I used to sometimes eat sugar because why not? And ice. I liked chewing on ice. And I used to read so much as a baby. And zooooooooooom everywhere. I used to have a cycle and it was pink and white and so cute and I used to take it everywhere

Sometimes I feel like rapunzel. Cause ivory tower, yk? Like, my dad never let's me leave the house after 10 and says I'm not allowed to exit the apartment floor n stuff, and I used to make up little songs about leaving and seeing the world n stuff, I don't so that anymore though. I gave up on that dream. But I still wanna leave yk?

Anyway

SPIDERS

SPIDERS ARE SOSOSOSO CUTE. LIKE ONE TIME I SAW A SPIDER ON MY MED KIT (I CAN WRAP BANDAGES DID YA KNOW THAT???) AND I LOOKED IN ITS TINY EYES AND WE HAD A STARING CONTEST AND THEN IT JUMPED AWAY AND I SAID BYE BYE

And the one time I was sitting on a sofa and looked at the arm of the sofa and saw a tiny spider there and we maintained eye contact for like 4 seconds before it jumped off the arm and onto the floor and lay there unmoving and I laughed while crying. Reminded me of the time when I tried to climb a tree in muree that was on a mountain and nearly fell off both the tree and mountain.

MY FRIEND JUST TEXTED ME TEHEHEHEHEHE

Shes bullying me with uwus. I'm not gonna open her chat >:(

My best friend is actually sososososo cool and I love her sm. I've known her for 3 years and she can actually make me laugh genuinely. Props to her. That's hard to do. And shes sososososo pretty and bossy makes me giggle and I feel so happy, she reminds me of Sunflowers. I tell her so many stories like the time I ate something I shouldn't have and almost got lost in the woods at the dead of night behind the farmhouse we were visiting. And she's a doctor and she's sososososo cool

AND SHE KNOWS MY FAVOURITE SONG AND COLOR AND FOOD AND SHE LIKES MY DESSERT

You say you love me. You say I'm your friend. WHAT'S MY FAVOURITE SONG, YOU WEENIE.

Weenie

Hehe

I gave her a watch and she wore it. I almost cried

I saw a bird yesterday. My best friend hates crows. So I always chase them off for her.

I miss the humming birds near our house. They were pretty. I'm sleepy. And I'm also thinking. Well, not really. Thinking is wierd. Because when you start thinking you start thinking about everything. Like, how do we know the big bang happened when none of us were alive when it happened and how do we know an alternate reality doesn't exist, because maybe it exists, and maybe aliens exist too, because who are we to conclude that aliens don't exist? Because we are literally smaller than specks as compared to this entire universe and mermaids could exist too, because we've py explored 5% of the entirety of the oceans and yeye

You ever think about how 'crises' sounds like 'cry sis'? Because I do, because I cry. Now im thinking about Lobelias and how to murder my English teacher. I want to experiment on her. What will happen if I inject glitter into her veins? Or glue? Or glitter glue? Maybe give her tiny heart attacks by injecting small doses of air into her veins. Would that work?

Maybe i can cook up her remains and shit and give it to the other people I hate

Assign me a Taylor Swift song

I like The Prophecy from TTPD. I relate

Im so selfish it's funny

I like bows. Especially blood red ones. Did you know my favourite color is blood red?

This talk post is longer than most fics you've read hehehehe

I still don't know what a loubtine is. How do you spell it? Louboutine? Lobetine? WHAT IS IT

Louboutine.

Idk I give up.

Alina thinks I'm cute. I am so not. I am evil. Safa (my best friend) agrees with Alina (the music girl) and I have to defend myself everytime. I am not cute. I am evil. I ONCE STOLE BACK MY ERASER FROM A GIRL WHO STOLE MY PINK ERASER IS THAT NOT EVIL ENOUGH FOR YOU????

I STOLE A FLOWER TOO. AND CANDY. AND NOODLES FROM MY BROTHER.

Safa's younger sister once gave me a flower and a sketchbook. I drew stuff in it. I want to draw Edinburgh. Paint it, I mean. This post is very messy.

Cosmo Sheldrake by Come Along is stuck in my head rn

And chase altantic songs.

Idk the name of that one song that goes in a way I can't describe

I just noticed I wrote the cosmo Sheldrake song wrong

But im not gonna go back to fix it cause this is a messy post and I like it

I meant Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake

Cool song.

Reminds me of the fae.

Now im thinking about Cassian. Why not? He's my blorbo. He's also my favourite. And his cousin Zinnia is sososososo pretty and theyre as close as siblings. I'm gonna draw them when I get an iPad (even tho I'm a Samsung girlie but I need procreate)

I just remembered my cult. It was called the Cat Cult. I was the leader. It was all just cats except me and one of my friends. We plotted to take over the world. I wonder how that fat orange cat is doing now

Fuck math, do meth.

Sometimes I wonder if there's someone out there who's gonna listen to me yap for hours on end and love it. A girl can only dream.

Ngl I'd rock an enemies to lovers trope. That or I'd completely flop. No in between. Cause I'd call him the weirdest names that he wouldn't even understand like 'frostingless cupcake' or 'dry ass oatmeal' or a weenie.

Weenie

Hehe

Did i say that before?

I have brown eyes.

I wanna be pretty so bad

Am i pretty? Kind of

Im not gonna call myself ugly. I'm not ugly >:(

Calling people darling or love is so fun

How are you darling?

I am good

I am a good babie

I gave chicken to a cat today

And saw a birb

And a tree

And a cloud

And i ate icecream

I am sleppy

Goodnight, ma belle

This is not even a rant

It's just me rambling

#It is very late #Random rant #Might not make sense #Who cares #Hamnah rambles

[siremasterlawrence]

Masks Hotel # 3

Chris Hemsworth has no idea he is about to do the most amazing thing in his life once he waltzes in here.

The locks kick leaving him stranded and the air vents make a ruckus promoting him to call for help.

The gas seeps in to the room, down his long throat he is left agape as blurts out soon it is a flood of it.

“Why am I laughing so hard ?”

“Hahahahaha”

“What do so funny?”

“Hahahahaa”

“Oh lord! It’s hurts “

“FUCK”

“A giggling fool”

“Oh! Finally “

“Not…..hahahaha “

“Oo oh it so painful “

“Yet..feels so good”

“Ssssoooo gggggooooddddd”

“I am tough”

“Stop this”

“Bbbbsssstttt”

“Hahahaha “

“Tough my ass”

“Pussy”

“Yes….hahahaha…I am a pussy”

“Wow!”

“I am in such a good mood….bro”

Picking up a cellphone he dials the number of his brother Liam to entertain for a party they will be a main show.

“What’s that smell?”

“Did you fart?”

“No! Did you ?”

“Hahaha”

“Kidding”

“Are you ok ?”

“Yeah! Why ?”

“You are acting strange “

“Take a seat”

“Let go of ten stress l

“We have everything a guy could want”

“That smell so repulsive “

“Yet mmmm”

“It’s good right?”

“Haha “

“Yes! I love it”

“I am so dumb “

“Me too bro”

“Bro”

“We are real bros”

“Very funny bro”

“Are we high”

“Yes, no or maybe so”



The end

Mask Hotel # 4

Stephen Amell is worst kind of celebrity is that type of guy who exudes confidence to

a fault unfortunately he can’t handle the heat thrown back at home.

He slams the door sighing, wiping the sweat off of his brow, and he face plants forward on to the bed in a scene worthy of a Oscar performance.

A grows erupts from his mouth rising back to his feet then makes his way to the door taking a knob and slid the door open to see a bell hop.

“What do you want? I am about to…..” he says.

“Don’t worry….sleep” the bell hop adds lifts a spray bottle in the air.

“Wwwwhhhaaatttt ttthhhee….cough…cough “ he starts to explode with heat.

“Ffffuuuuccckkkk” falling back to the floor of the room.

“This is body now” the bell hop kicks his legs in to the room.

“Mwahahahahaha” he laughs his voice is at an all time high.

“Oh Stephen! You are all mine.” I whisper in to his ears.

“The door is locked and we are all alone.” He adds.

“I am your Master Lawrence “ he says then kiss them.

“Mind if I sit on your lap” he asks laying down on him.

“God! You are fine” the bell hop continues.

“Of course you don’t mind” he adds.

“Feel my ass riding your lap.”

“My hands groping your body”

“Forcing you to inhale my scent”

“You love my scent “

“I love your scent “

“You crave my scent “

During the next hour and a half his mugged mind controlled Stephen Amell is propped up on to a chair.

I place his arm down on the table laying his head on to it, turning his body to face me he has a empty expression:

Quick the young man hides behind the door of the closet waiting for the keys as they are entering the rooms

It is only his cousin Robbie Amell who enters the room dropping his jacket on to the chair he passes the mirror unaware of his cousin’s presence.

He stops cold seeing Stephen and a deep breath of release as he approaches him taps his should to no surprise as he does not move.

The young man drops a massive gas bomb on to the floor letting it roll behind Robbie hitting her feet and the bomb explodes next to him.

Robbie is left to be fucked the gas rises to the top of the roll covering every inch over the room.

I back out of the room catching his body in my arms then kissing down his neck as he moans a bit.

Dragging him to the bed I throw him on to it with a smile feeling him, undoing his belt in heat and grope his cock.

“Mmmmmmm….”

“Come now Robbie”

“Be a good boi”

“Hear me”

“I speak the truth”

“You are my sole property “

“I am your leader”

“My happiness is your goal”

“Your body is my playground”

“A staircase is now in front of you “

“Take a step “

“Take five more”

“One at a time “

“No escape”

“Dropping deeper”

“Free falling “

“In me”

“You are connected to me”

“A external extension”

“A fire “

“Immobile”

The end

#chris hemsworth #luke hemsworth #liam hemsworth #Stephen amell #robbie amell #Colton Haynes #mind control #hypnosis #reprogramming #Mask Hotel

[interlagosed]

I can't help but feel like all of this defense of Bianca is purely due to ableism that F1 fans themselves have but don't realize.

The amount of times I've seen people try to pull the "I can't be racist because I have black/brown friends/relatives" card and still have to face consequences, yet she uses her autistic brother as a prop to claim she can't be ableist and people are suddenly like "omg best apology ever, we support our queen."

No. I am autistic. I've gotten bullied for it for much of my life. I don't appreciate seeing Bianca continuing that bullying by encouraging the use of autism as an insult, and I especially don't like her using someone who is autistic to try to cover up her behavior. People need accountability if they're going to learn, and so far her version of "taking accountability" has just been "I'm just a girl, just a kid, only 18, I didn't know better" which luckily she deleted, and then using her autistic brother to try to gain PR brownie points after insulting people with autism.

And I KNOW F1 is full of ableism, not just on twitter but on here too. Hell, I was ranting to a F1 friend maybe a month ago about a post someone made on here about how they didn't like Lando solely because they thought he was neurodivergent but he was too privileged to have to mask his neurodivergent behavior and I just? Girl what in the fucking ableism. Do people realize how exhausting "masking neurodivergent behavior" is? And that post had about a dozen notes - not of people calling it out, but of people agreeing with it. Lance gets the majority of it, but I've also seen people use autism to insult Logan too. He isn't in F1 anymore, but I saw it all the time with Latifi too. Like fucking stop chalking up disliking people to "omg i don't like them because they exhibit behaviors that i associate with autism," that's fucking gross and insulting!!!

Idk I'm tired of reading how I'm anti-women or anti-POC for not immediately accepting her apology and jumping right back in to supporting her. She needs to do a LOT of self-reflecting and attitude changing, as do motorsport fans in general given a lot of responses to this situation. Ableism isn't cool, cute, funny, etc. (Also looking at the fans who repost that RocketPoweredMohawk YouTuber's clips in the tags on Tumblr too. The guy's biggest punchline is "HAHAHAHA lance autistic" yet F1 fans worship the ground he walks on and treats him like peak comedy. Please, find an actual sense of humor that doesn't involve making people with disabilities the punchline of your jokes). It's getting old. It's not funny or quirky or edgy. It's exhausting to constantly run into reminders that most of these people I'm interacting with in my online spaces would never accept me and would probably just bully me if I ever came across them in real life. 🙃

Thank you for saying all of this. I genuinely didn’t even know this was a line of ~commentary (ew) on Lance or Logan. It’s absolutely disgusting. I feel like we’re only just getting to a point where people even understand autism (and let’s be clear…they still don’t lol not really) but shit like this is so gross and only forces autistic people even further into the margins of society. I’m really sorry the fandom is like this. You deserve to take up as much space as you need, and the rest of us need to hold ableists accountable.

#hibi answers

[raspbeyes]

Ooops got into despair time hahahaha and found my new favorite character

Spoilers for ch 2, ep 9

OKAY BUT WHY IS EVERYONE LITERALLY SO MEAN TO ACE THIS EP

like i get it, he's a major asshole and he definitely makes the environment more ... well yeah... irratating

But STILL hu's willingness to defend Nico, AN ATTEMPTED MURDERER, IS WILD LIKE NICO HAD SOME INTENT TO TAKE ACE'S LIFE. and everybody there knows that ace is a sniveling little coward lol he has said from the start how much he fears dying, to the point he's afraid of his own talent and literally only is an Ultimate due to his even larger fear of failure. For nico to actually justify his fears is gonna put ace even more on edge. Idk how hu, who seems level headed enough, is so willing to defend nico

Tho props to J for calling ace and nico both on their shit. I cant really blame people for not stepping in as we do seem that even when levi tried to help, ace just told them to "eat shit"

BUT WHAT I DONT GET IS NO ONE STEPPING UP WHEN VERONIKA JUST EXPOSING ACE'S ED

Like yeah ... everyone's secrets are being exposed, but its on the pretense that they are revealed by the person who has the secret or the person who knows their secret and is okay with revealing it (like whit). But veronika up and speculates, then calls it "obvious". Like it wasn't necessary and should have either been revealed by nico or ace (0.01% likelihood). Its not a matter of sympathy from others, as it seems that everyone is trying to brush each other's secret until they solve the mystery, but really just exposing ace's secret so unexpectedly :((

Tho im just biased i love ace

#danganronpa #drdt #danganronpa despair time #despair time #ace markey #drdt spoilers

[healing-fire--rewrite]

Shadow Sect Culture

Values--

Stealth, Observation, Loyalty, Privacy, The ability to keep a secret

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Religious & Political Beliefs--

Shadow Sect traditionally has female leaders due to the fact that the Shadow Star, founder of the Sect, was a she-cat. It's unusual for a non-female cat to be leader, but it can happen- an exception might be made if the cat is Blessed, particularly by the Shadow Star.

Shadow Sect cats tend to settle their arguments and disagreements by sparring. It's not uncommon for a pair of apprentices to suddenly start to tussle, or for a group of warriors to start snapping their teeth at each other. When cats from other Sects witness this, they're usually taken aback, and see the behavior as cruel and barbaric, and often question whether anyone in Shadow Sect actually likes each other. The sparring is always done in good faith, though, and (usually) no one holds any grudges when they lose. The biggest rule in this mock-fighting is not to draw blood- anyone who does automatically loses.

Shadow Sect is the most open to taking in wanderers and loners as Sectmates. They understand better than the other Sects how rough life can be, although this may be because of how many of them were once rogues themselves. They’re of the belief that loyalty is more important than bloodlines, and being Sectborn makes you no better or worse than a non-Sectborn.

Shadow Sect is the most lax about the code, likely because of how many former rogues there are. While some rules are definitely important and are drilled into new members' heads, it’s super common for a Shadow Sect cat to be an atheist, or even occasionally for an advisor to have children.

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Physical Traits--

Because of the amount of strays they take in, Shadow Sect has the least consistency in body type and pelt colour among the four Sects, although most members tend to have darker fur.

Dark fur is very attractive here, particularly an all-black cat. If you're born as a solid black cat in the Shadow Sect, then you've got it made in the shade (hahahaha).

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Territory & Landmarks--

A thick marshland with tall pine trees. There are a few rocky areas towards the mountains that border their territory to the northeast. There’s hardly any grass on Shadow Sect territory- the ground is mostly muddy or watery.

The Carrion Place - A filthy, diseased place filled with rats. It’s believed to be a cursed place, and anyone who steps paw here will get sick and die within days.

The Burnt Sycamore - An ancient tree struck by lightning a long time ago. Apprentices train here to stalk and hunt.

The Lion Skull - A large ancient skull that sticks out of the mud. It’s believed that a lion once died here, and the skull is all the remains. It’s said that if you sleep inside it, its spirit will protect you.

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Camp--

A dark, well-concealed hollow surrounded by prickly brambles with a thin, rocky path leading inside. The camp is one of the few places on the territory with completely dry land.

The leader’s den is a dug out hollow beneath the roots of a giant oak tree. It's warm and cozy, with naturally growing moss on the ceiling keeping the den soft.

The warrior’s den is under a bramble bush, lined with pine needles and moss inside.

Two large, smooth rocks propped up against each other form the healer’s den, and sick cats sleep in the ferns surrounding it. Reeds and brambles are woven into a mesh propped up against the opening that keeps the rain and cold out.

The nursery is a dip in the ground hidden by a thorn bush. Next to it is the apprentice’s den, a hollowed out tree trunk.

An organized pile of roots and branches with mud and swamp grasses woven in makes up the elder’s den.

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Prey--

Tadpoles

Frogs

Lizards

Duck eggs

Opossums

Beetles

Turtles

Turtle eggs

Snails

Mice

Rats

Crawfish

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Predators & Dangers--

Snapping turtles

Opossums

Raccoons

Rats

Eagles

Hawks

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Trade--

Marsh herbs

Flowers

Fly wings (beetles, dragonflies, etc.)

Eggs (duck & turtle)

Lizard skins

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Creative Skills--

The music and storytelling here is dark, spooky, and dramatic. They focus mostly on tales of warning and those that get their dues.

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Naming Traditions--

Most Shadow Sect parents like naming their kits after spiny or deadly foliage (Holly, Thorn, Yew, Barberry) and predators (Boar, Badger, Wolf, Coyote). They also like naming their kits ‘edgy’ things (Bone, Shatter, Pitch, Strike). They’re of the belief that sharp, defensive names will ensure that their kits will have longer, healthier lives and ward off things that might harm them, so names that are considered ‘soft’, like Flutter, Wish, or Gentle, are pretty uncommon.

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Important Names--

Bat - It's believed in the Shadow Sect that bats were created by the Shadow Star to send messages. To name your kit Bat is to open them up to her desires.

Fen, Marsh, Mire, Swamp - Kittens who were born weak or in a rough time are named after the place where the Shadow Sect makes their home.

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Taboo Names--

Owl - owls are believed to be the ancestors of all Shadow Sect cats, so naming your child Owl is seen as really, really conceited and vain.

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Titles--

The Brilliant Star - Signifying a Shadow Sect leader

Shade - Given to warriors and healers who have done something exemplary (such as discovering a new herb, or saving a litter of kits from certain death)

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Common Nicknames & Idioms--

Common terms of endearment in the Shadow Sect are nutkin and little shadow.

"I pray your night is long" is a saying found only in the Shadow Sect. It essentially means "good luck, I hope things go well".

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Superstitions--

The Shadow Sect is a particularly superstitious Sect. They refuse to hold any ceremonies when the sky isn’t clear, and don't like to drink from water that doesn't reflect starlight. They're the most likely to believe that a place is haunted, and they have areas of their territory they avoid because of that. The Shadow Sect believes that kits born on a night without the moon are very, very bad luck.

The Shadow Sect looks down on most scars. They believe that battle scars mark a brash, stupid, unstealthy warrior. However, they also understand that scars and injuries are a way of life, and thus cannot always be avoided. A heavily-scarred cat is considered untrustworthy and someone to be avoided.

A ceremony held when the sky isn't clear will result in bad luck for the ceremony recipient.

Drinking from water that doesn't reflect starlight will result in getting very sick.

Kits born on a moonless night are bad luck. Most are sickly and will not survive to adulthood, and those that do bring death and bad luck wherever they go.

A spider’s web traps malicious ghosts and spirits, and a camp without spiders is an unclean and dangerous home. Healers must take care to ensure any cobwebs they collect are uninhabited.

Bats are seen as messengers of the Stars, and therefore cannot be hunted, or a curse will be set upon the Sect.

Killing a snake will permanently curse you. Because of this, no Shadow Sect cat will even touch the adder skins the Thunder Sect brings to trade.

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Funerals & Mourning--

Shadow Sect funerals are simple. The bodies are carefully dressed and taken care of, vigil is sat silently, and the elders bury the bodies at moonrise. Family chooses the burial spot within the Sect's graveyard.

Grief is expected to take place for a long time. A cat who finishes grieving "too quickly" is troublesome and looked on with suspicion. Cats in mourning are given time, space, and rest. They're not assigned to patrols unless they express a need to keep busy, and are brought food by their loved ones. If a warrior has an apprentice, they're reassigned to a new mentor.

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Accent--

The Shadow Sect accent, much like the Wind Sect's, is sharp and pointed, but unlike the Wind Sect's, it can also be somewhat guttural. The Shadow Sect puts emphasis on the letters H, G, and K alongside T and S.

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Miscellaneous Tidbits & Fun Facts--

Shadow Sect cats will eat just about anything they can get their claws on. This is less about being gluttonous, and more about the fact that there's less larger prey on their territory. As a result, most Shadow Sect cats have a pretty good immune system, and rarely starve. Unfortunately, this also means that when an illness hits the Sect, it's usually pretty devastating.

Because Shadow Sect operates mainly at night, they prefer the dark and the quiet. They rely mostly on stalking and ambush techniques. They find it irritating how loud the other Sects are- especially Thunder Sect.

Pawspeak (aka sign language) was created in Shadow Sect. It began as a mother working out a way to communicate with her Deaf child, but quickly began to grow and spread beyond that. It’s now used to communicate when stalking and hunting, and has even spread beyond the Sect themselves.

Shadow Sect is the only Sect that uses poisons as treatment. In their culture, if a cat will not survive and is in intense pain, a healer may make the choice to feed them nightshade or foxglove seeds. It is required that all other possible steps to heal them be taken first, and poison only be administered with the patient’s express permission. This is a path that isn’t taken often, and when it is, the healer prays to Lady Mothflight from the point of giving the poison to when their patient has taken their last breath. Any deviation from these steps may result in the healer’s code being considered to have been broken.

It was Mossheart, alongside Swiftfoot of the Wind Sect, that created the half-moon truce and the “no killing cats in battle unless absolutely 100% necessary” law. While she’s widely forgotten by most Sect cats, healers and advisors remember her as the assistant of the Timeturners, and believe that she helps give prophecies and omens through the earth.

Partners in the Twisting Shadow Sect will often spar to keep their skills sharp! While the other Sects also do this, it’s viewed as a deeply romantic thing in the Shadow Sect- a way to keep your bond and partnership strong and demonstrate that you trust each other with your very heart and soul.

#shadow sect #worldbuilding

[aureus-ignis]

WIPs for my PKMN SunMoon team!

1) Lillie's wig! I made pocky sticks out of batting and wig wefts in order to create nice fat braids. The batting is attached by clips (not visible in final!) to make them removable in case I need to wash the wig. Also added more wefts in the back to thicken the hair.

2) Gladion's wig was a NIGHTMARE......... I had to reweft the entire front to create that parting, then spend weeks ventilating a lacefront so I could have a nice hairline. After that came the extremely annoying task of cutting and styling everything neatly.... I was actually pretty proud of how it turned out 8'D

3) Props for Gladion! ...I made two versions of his waist bag (actually, I made two versions of his whole costume....) because I wasn't satisfied with how it looked the first time. The Z-ring I made in a week! EVA and craft foam for the bulk of it, but the Z-crystal is made from a thin acrylic sheet. Pythagoras' theorem was my friend here for the measurements *w* that's the reason we went to school and learned math HAHAHAHA

#pokemon sun and moon #pokemon lillie #lillie #gladion #mycrafts

[feyresdaughter]

A Court of Wings and Ruin, chapter 44:

“I’m not in the business of discussing our plans with enemies.” Helion, across the reflection pool, grinned like a lion.

Helion lives for the drama

“If you hadn’t stolen my bride away in the night, Rhysand , I would not have been forced to take such drastic measures to get her back.” I said quietly, “The sun was shining when I left you.”

Hahahaha YES FEYRe

“You don’t get to rewrite the narrative,” I breathed. “You don’t get to spin this to your advantage.”

TELL HIM

Tamlin only angled his head at Rhys. “When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?” Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed. But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, “Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”

Giggling hehehhe good job Azzy

“Tell that to the parents of the two dozen younglings she butchered,” Kallias said. “That you tried.” Rhys’s mouth tightened. “There is not one day that passes when I don’t remember it,” he said to Kallias, to Viviane. To their companions. “Not one day.” Rhys swallowed. I tightened my grip on his arm. His voice was rough as he said to Kallias, “When your people rebelled …” They had, I recalled. Winter had rebelled against Amarantha. And the children … that had been Amarantha’s answer. Her punishment for the disobedience. “She was furious. She wanted you dead, Kallias.” Rhys went on, “I … convinced her that it would serve little purpose.” But Rhys went on to Kallias, “She backed off the idea of killing you. Your rebels were dead— I convinced her it was enough. I thought it was the end of it.” His breathing hitched slightly. “I only found out when you did. I think she viewed my defense of you as a warning sign— she didn’t tell me any of it. And she kept me … confined. I tried to break into the minds of the soldiers she sent, but her damper on my power was too strong to hold them— and it was already done. She … she sent a daemati with them. To …” He faltered. The children’s minds—they’d been shattered. Rhys swallowed. “I think she wanted you to suspect me. To keep us from ever allying against her.”

Can you hear my heart breaking? If you don't, it's breaking rn

Tamlin rolled his eyes. It took every scrap of restraint to keep me from lunging for him—from ripping out those eyes.

Just do it Feyre please

“You’re beginning to become tedious, Tamlin,” Helion said, propping his head on a hand. “ Take your lovers’ spat elsewhere and let the rest of us discuss this war.”

Let the grown ups talk, Tammy

“Hybern turned my sisters into Fae— after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!”

YES GO OFF FEYRE

Nesta let out a low laugh. “If you want someone to blame for all of this,” she said to Tamlin, “perhaps you should first look in the mirror.”

Yas Nesta, put him in his place

“Why should I want spoiled goods returned to me?” My cheeks heated. Tamlin growled, “The moment you let him fuck you like an—”

TAMLIN MR. "CELEBRATING CALANMAI" FOR CENTURIES IS ONE TO SLUTSHAME WHAT

Tamlin’s mouth simply stopped emitting sounds. He shut his mouth, opened it— tried again. “The gasping-fish look is a good one for you, Tamlin.”

Good job, Rhysie

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #feyre archeron #feyre archeron supremacy #feyre cursebreaker #feyre darling #high lady feyre #feyre #feyre acotar #feyre supremacy #anti tamlin #rhysand acotar #high lord rhysand #rhysand #rhys acotar #nesta archeron #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #acowar #a court of wings and ruin

[clonesupport]

sundered souls - a short side story blurb

Intermission

ao3 link

word count: 5.9k+

warnings: 18+, NSFW, uhh they take out a couple guards, guards are armed so mention of weapons/gun, exhibitionism, thigh fucking, grinding/raw humping, squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, porn with like the slightest bit of plot, smut under the cut

a/n: thank you @galaxycunt @strangefable and @natesofrellis for tagging me for wip wednesday, a wip kinda ended up turning into me finishing my fic sooooo here it is lol i tag @confidentandgood @sstewyhosseini @captastra and anyone wanting to share a wip!

ok so this is entirely based off my dream i had with sam plus me being the whore i usually am and turning it into a prompt for a smut fic and make it some side story head canon for seph and sam HAHAHAHA also this is a totally made up scenario and not in the game lol

Seph, Sam and Nate were scanning the premises of a fairly large museum the three of them had to somehow get into. The information of a certain item they needed for their next clue just happened to be in this heavily guarded facility, of course it did. The three of them rounded the rear end of the museum and found a back entrance behind a bricked wall and metal gates. However, of course like everything else in this museum, this gate was guarded by two guards standing on post. Behind that gate was a loading van, and behind the van; a propped door. Perfect. 

Nate lead the way, staying a fair enough distance away as to not attract any attention, but close enough to make out a plan. “Alright I have an idea.” Nate starts, turning around to face Seph and Sam who followed. “The two of you can go to that alley while I round their back side. You,” he points to Seph abruptly, “try getting their attention.” 

“And how am I supposed to do that?” She ask, the sudden job trusted upon her beginning to add quite the pressure on her nerves. Distract the guards?? How was she supposed to distract a couple of heavily armed men who clearly are trained to not be fucked with.

“You know, use your womanly charm, schmooze your way into getting their attention. Call ‘em over to the alley and make sure they follow you, that way when they round the corner Sam here can knock ‘em out, eh? Sounds good?” Nate seemed much too excited while the couple looked at him almost dumbfounded.

“Nathan, there’s no way that’s going to work.” Sam almost half laughed at his plan. “I mean come on, schmooze? What year is this, the 1890s?” Seph chuckles as well noticing the unimpressed look Nate pointed towards his brother.

“Yeah, and womanly charm? The hell is that supposed to mean.” She teased chuckling, “Now that’s just sexist.” She hears Nate sigh, exasperated and annoyed as the two of them continue to giggle and mock him. “Nate, they’re guards, they wouldn’t succumb to such temptations. Wouldn’t they be trained against that anyway? Womanly charm.” She laughs again with her last words. 

“Oh I wouldn’t doubt your charm. If you somehow wooed my brother, I’m sure you can manage a couple guards.” Nathan bantered back, raising a brow at Sam as he spoke.

“Please, your brother’s a horndog, he’d be on his knees for any woman who walks by him and bends over.” Seph’s grin never falters as she sees Sam’s reaction to both his girlfriend and his brother teaming up on him.

“Really guys? I mean I saw you coming but you too?” He looked at Nate then at Seph. “Now you’re just being mean.” Sam crossed his arms.

“Well if you guys have a better plan I’m all ears. If not then I’ll be waiting for my cue.” And with that, off he goes around a few buildings to avoid the gaze of the guards and rounding then behind them. Seph sighs before grabbing Sam by the hand.

“Come on, we’ve got no other choice now. Even if we had another idea, your brother’s long gone to bargain.” She smiles towards him before she begins to drag him to the alley. Truth be told Seph was kind of excited for this little plan though she does hopes it’ll work. If not she’d just have to come up with something quick to get their attention, though she was sure a woman’s scream as a last resort could always do the trick. Seph practically skipped as she pulled Sam like dead weight behind her, her excited grin ever present on her face. Even if Sam wasn’t partial to the idea, he sure thought she was cute with the way she was smiling and tugging him along. Her hand so small in his, soft and warm, her quick steps as she hurried him along just as sweet. He could almost imagine her pulling him away from the others for a quick make out session, if not something more, like they usually did. A smile of his own pulled at his lips as he followed behind her.

The two of them discretely made it towards the alley, hiding around the corner just out of sight from the guards. Seph had no idea how she was going to charm the guards over, surely she wouldn’t have to talk right? Actions speak louder than words as they say. She hoped so anyhow. Before moving out into the open Seph looked over herself. She wasn’t necessarily wearing the most flattering outfit, just a simple knee length skirt, buttoned top and converse. If she’d had known before hand she was going to be pulling a stunt like this, perhaps she wouldn’t have worn the converse. But no use in dwelling in that now, she had to make do with what she had. Pulling the bottom hem of the skirt up, she tucked the corner into the waistband creating a more revealing look followed with a few more undone buttons of her top. Sam had watched her the whole time as she calculated her dilemma in her head and began to alter her outfit.

“Woah, woah, you sure about that?” His hands came to cover her on instinct as she exposed more of her leg and her breasts. He knew that she had to do what she was doing to catch their eye but he wasn’t expecting her to go all out or anything.

“What? I have to sell it don’t I?” Seph grinned seeing as Sam’s eyes raked over her body much too greedily. “And clearly it’s working.” Her grin turned into a knowing smirk as she caught Sam’s attention back to her face.

“I just… I don’t know if you’ve gotta be this showy to some random weirdo men..do you?” Sam almost sounded like a whimpering dog, hoping he wouldn’t have to really let her follow through with this as his eyes looked her over once more. It was like watching a kid who was so reluctant to share his favourite toy.

“If we want the plan to work, then yes.” She finishes up her alterations and look up at him. “Hair up or down?” She asks him. Of course he’d know how she looks best.

“..Up..” He replies almost begrudgingly. Seph smiles a thank you to him as she begins to tie her hair up in a low bun. Sam didn’t want to admit it but she did look really good. He was too proud, keeping the wounded dog act like he almost didn’t want to let her leave. She looked much too good for it to not be for him. Seph saw the look on his face as he contemplated what he should do next.

Seph’s smile turns sweet, stepping closer as she reaches up to straighten his shirt collar, “Think of it as a school play and your role is to beat up the men who are trying to flirt with me.” Seph spoke as she fiddled with his clothes, his hands finding purchase on her hips. “I’m sure you can do that.” She affirms with him, waiting for his reply. Putting it that way it did make him feel a little better about the whole situation. He definitely wouldn’t mind beating up some men who were ogling his girlfriend far longer than they should have. He gives her a nod and she squeeze his shoulder in return. “Ok,” she pulls away from him, turning to the end of the alley, “let’s get this over with.”

Seph steps out into the open, taking slow steps one in front of the other like a cat walk as she approaches their line of view. She kept a fair distance as she walked and soon enough she notices she caught their attention. With both of their heads pointing in her direction, she took a deep breath before she raised her hand for a sweet little wave of her fingers. She watches their movement, the way their heads perk up a bit more at the wave, the way they shift their weight on their legs when she smiles at them. Tilting her head, she turns herself to the side, straightening herself as much as she could so both her chest and rear seemed more desirable. Seph can tell she’s peaked their interest, it definitely felt strange to be doing this let alone having it work. This time she fully turn her back to them before glancing back, silently beckoning them to follow as she swayed her hips, walking back towards the alley in which she came. The guards looked at each other before they took a couple cautious steps towards her, she smiles once more at them, enticing them more confidently.

Seph made sure the guards were following her before she rounded the corner of the alley to where Sam was waiting for her return. “Did they take the bate?” He asked as he tries to check behind her to see if they were coming. She pulls him back before they see him.

“Yes, like a fish on a hook. Come on don’t do that, they’ll see you.” Seph manages to yank Sam by the arm back behind the wall. 

“Are you sure they didn’t turn around?” Sam was speaking a little too loudly for her liking. She knew the guards were nearing and she didn’t want to blow the whole thing with Sam’s loud mouth. She lightly slaps his chest before whispering.

“Be quiet they’re close-“ Sam cuts her off with a hand on her mouth, the two of them could hear the footsteps of heavy boots nearing the corner.

“Shh.” Sam mouths to Seph as he continues to listen. ‘Yeah no shit.’ she thinks to yourself as she rolls her eyes, staying quiet as she pulls Sam’s hand off her mouth. Seph moves out of his way, standing behind him as Sam readied himself. She hears low chatter as the guards came closer, speaking to one another, probably about her, Seph grimaces at the thought. She heard one of the guards call out to she as they rounded the corner, Sam being quick on his feet grabs one of them by the head and keeping his hand on the man’s mouth as he struggled in his grasp. The other guard was ready to lift his weapon before Seph make quick moves to kick him in the chins, making the guard drop his gun and groan loudly in pain, giving Sam enough time to drop the first guard to the ground and move to the next. Sam swiftly punches the last man square in the jaw and Seph watches him fall to the ground with a solid thump.

“Nice.” She comments with a proud smile. Sam straightens himself out and wipes his hands.

“Not so bad yourself.” Sam replies, grinning at her as he brushes his bruising knuckles.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know it would work. I just kicked whatever was closest hoping it could stun him a bit.” She responds sheepishly but honest, laughing at the thought of her previous action, it did seem a bit silly.

“And it did,” Sam placed his hands on his hips, “we should move these bodies in case someone sees ‘em.” He looks back at the two guards before looking around for somewhere to dump them. His eyes land on a couple dumpsters further down the alley. “Help me out with these would you?”

Seph nod sand follows his lead, picking up one guards legs while Sam grabbed the other end, lifting and shuffling together to get the unconscious man behind the dumpsters. “Why did these dumpsters have to be so far away?” Seph struggled as she tried not to drop the man’s legs, the longer she carried the heavier he got. Sam huffed a laugh.

“You just gotta work out more.” He teased as the two of them dump the dead weight behind the dumpster before heading back for the other.

“Are you calling me weak?” Seph teased back with mocking offence as she placed a hand on her chest and the other on her hip, she watches Sam’s face instantly fall into a silent panic. She lets out a laugh before heading back to the second body. “I’m joking! You’re adorable.” Seph giggles walking past him as Sam sighed before following her.

“That’s not funny.” He pouts, grumbling behind Seph as he caught up with her steps.

The two of them finish moving the second body next to the other one with relief, Seph’s arms finally resting after way too much body dragging, “Never ask me to cover up a murder for you. Lifting these two was enough heavy body lifting for my lifetime.” She tells Sam as she starts her way back towards the opening of the alley. Seph hears him chuckle as he walks next to her.

“Noted.” He hums, reducing his pace to a stop the closer the two of them got to the end of the alley, Seph slows and turns to him.

“What’s wrong?” Seph asks as she watches Sam approach her with a wandering look in his eye. She knew that look, she’s seen it more times than she could count, though she wondered why he’d give her such a look now considering their situation at hand and their previous tasks. Then it came to her, she’d completely forgotten to fix her clothes back to normal, and knowing him, he probably watched the whole show she had put up for the guards earlier. She looks down at yourself and sure enough her very unbuttoned shirt was showing her rather exposed skin. She huffs in defeat with a small smile pulling at her lips.

Seph goes to untuck her skirt but Sam’s hand comes down gently on hers, signalling her to release the fabric in her hand. She looks up at him, his eyes soft as he peers down at her body now mere inches away from his. His hand releases hers before it begins to roam, slipping under her skirt by the improvised slit to touch the skin of her thigh as it travels up and back to the curve of her ass. His other hand reaches for her shirt, gently grabbing a hold of one side of the opened collar to neatly place the fabric aside before his fingers delicately trace the skin of her chest.

He leaves a trail of goose bumps on her skin wherever he touches, his hand flattening against her chest to slide under her shirt as if he moves to slip it off. Seph grabs his wrist before he does so. “Sam..” She warns him gently, “We can’t strip naked in the middle of a city in some sketchy alleyway.” Her voice was low, almost embarrassed to have to explain to him why she stopped him. Sam looks at her with furrowed brows and a disappointed pout before his hand slips from her hold and slides up to cup her neck, pulling her in for a gentle kiss.

She could feel Sam’s restraint in the way he kissed her, the hand on her ass gripping and squeezing every few seconds as if to appease a his self-control. He pulled her back with him, stumbling slow steps as he walked them back into the wall of the alley, his quiet groans are swallowed by her mouth as his back hit the brick behind him. She falls into him, her chest pressed to his as he devoured her kisses with his own, his tongue tasting every part of her lips and mouth with every exchange. Sam knew the boundaries she’s set, no taking off clothes, but he could do a lot of things without taking off their clothes and he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist it considering her sex drive matched his quite well. 

Giving her lips one last ounce of attention, his mouth moved down to her neck, bringing her in closer to him as his hand joins his other on her ass. He kneads her plump flesh, his touch travelling up to her hips before one hand comes to the front, slowly dipping lower. Seph caught his gesture, risky but cautious, seeing if she’d swat his hand away or not, to tell him whether she wanted the same as he did. Her hands stayed put on his abdomen, hell she’s let him go this far already, it’s not like this was the first time the two of them have done something like this before. Sam pulls away a split second searching for her eyes as her lashes fluttered opened, asking for permission to keep going, giving her one last chance to back out. This time it was Seph who pulled him in by cradling the back of his head, “Touch me.” Her voice was a low whisper, eyes barely open as she felt Sam’s breath hitch at her words before she reconnects their lips in a slow, sucking kiss. 

Sam’s tongue glides against her bottom lip, roaming her mouth more and more with every kiss. He gropes all over her body, groaning with every squeeze of his hands. Seph could feel her body melt into his as the feeling of him enveloping her so thoroughly like this was making her knees weak and her stomach flutter. His hand comes to the back of her head, cradling it before tugging the hair elastic free from your hair, letting her hair cascade over his palm before he ran his fingers through her locks. His finger nails graze her scalp sending shivers down her spine, more goosebumps rising from his action. Her hands could only fist into his clothes as he overwhelmed her with his needy touches.

Sam’s quick to set his mind in gear, Seph can feel him begin to hike her skirt up higher and sneaking his fingers between her thighs, featherlight touches grazing her clothed cunt making her skin tingle. Her hips instinctively move forward into his hand, forcing his touch against her nerves making her whine as he firmly presses up into her, beginning small circles on her clit. Her mewl is swallowed by Sam’s mouth as his other hand dug into her skin, pulling her hips closer to his. She could feel his hard on press against her groin as his own hips buck into hers at their closeness. Sam pulls away from the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as he looks down at his hand under her skirt, feeling her underwear dampening between her thighs. He groans, Seph can feel his quickening breaths fan against her chest, his lashes fluttering as he begins to grind softly against her.

“Fuck..” He exhales, pinching her clit between his thumb and index making her choke on her breath, suppressing her squeal the best she could as she doubles into him. Her forehead falls against his shoulder, nails clawing into his sides as he brings his head down to kiss her temple, his fingers still toying with her nerves. Seph’s hands quiver as they trail down to his fly, undoing his jeans in her best attempt to free his erection. Her fumbling hands receive help from Sam’s, assisting the undoing of his pants before she eagerly palms his cock through his jeans while she waits impatiently for Sam to pull it out. 

With a groan from Seph’s touches, Sam reaches into his boxers to grab his cock, pulling it out impatiently before his other hand moves from Seph’s hip to her neck, pulling her into a much messier kiss than the previous. Seph’s eyes close, her brows furrowed as she presses her breasts against Sam’s chest. She could feel him sink down to her level, her fingers fidgeting impatiently with the hem of his jeans. 

Sam loops his finger around the waist band of Seph’s underwear, pulling it down gently as he pulls his lips away from hers. He begins to slip it down her hips then her thighs as he kisses down her neck and along her chest, reaching farther with every inch of his gentle pull on her underwear. Seph places her hands on his shoulder and neck, cupping his warm skin as he reached down to her ankles, “Step.” Sam looks up at her from her waist, his free hand stabilizing himself by holding her thigh. Seph gulps as he carefully steps out of her underwear, leaving her bare under her skirt.

Sam stands, returning his lips to Seph’s in a quick peck before he slips his hand in his pocket. Seph notices his not so slick move, “You are going to return that right?” Her cheeks glow red in references to her underwear now stuffed in his pocket.

“‘Course.” Sam smiles slyly before pulling her back in. The kiss heats up quick returning to its previous momentum. His lips sucked on hers with a bruising force, each of their moans swallowed by one another’s mouths as Sam guided his erection between Seph’s thighs. Her breath hitches in her throat, hips jolting at the new sensation of Sam’s tip rubbing against her clit. She moans into his lips, her hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders for support as he begins to slowly grind against her wet folds, spreading her juices like lubrication.

A relieving sigh escapes Sam, his fingers groping her ass, “Squeeze..” His request is breathless, “Tighter..” His finger nails dig into her skin as she obliges, squeezing his cock between her thigh tighter as he thrusts against her clit deliciously. Sam pulls a whine from her lips as his head dips lower into her neck, his pace quickens, using his grip on her rear as leverage to pull her back onto his length to meet his every thrust. His moans are laboured, desperate as he keens for pleasure against her. He closes his eyes as his brows knit together, lips barely agape while he holds her to him. 

Seph could feel the way Sam’s cock slipped between her thighs, the way the smoothness of his head would make her knees buckle every time it dragged along her clit, every texture of his length causing her to see stars. Turns out she was just as desperate as he was. Every thrust sent her mind spinning, her nails clawed down Sam’s chest, clutching to the front of his over shirt and tugging insistently as if their bodies weren’t already pressed to one another’s so forcefully. She rocked her hips in time with his bucks, his rhythm speeding up the longer they were at it. Her mewls were muffled into his shoulder as she bit the fabric of the shirt attempting to quiet herself as Sam sent thrills of pleasure firing through her body. 

Sam knew he couldn’t last long, not in a setting like this. The exhilarating suspension of getting caught, doing such things in public without anyone being aware, something about it made his heart race and his blood pump wild. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he kept his pace, Seph’s moans reverberated against his collar driving his senses haywire. He always found her sounds so pretty, though now hearing her not only trying to conceal those noises but doing so into him because of the way he fucks her? Now that drove him crazy. He could feel her grip on him tighten every so often, the way her knees would wobble as her hips voluntarily bucked against his. Every second he drowned himself in her made his cock throb with anticipation of release.

Seph could feel her stomach flip with every stroke against her clit, the way Sam moved against her overwhelming every pleasurable sense in her body. A jolt of nerves course through her from her chest down to her centre and her eyes shot open. Seph squirmed yet she couldn’t get herself to pull away, it all felt too good all the while everything threatened to spill. Her grip on Sam’s clothes tighten, pulling on the fabric and squirming against him as he began to overstimulate her. “Sam!- Wait-“ She cuts herself off with another mewl before she could get anything out.

Instead of heeding her plea, Sam decides to go faster, bringing his head back up to watch her as she doubled into him. Seph squealed loudly, surprising Sam before he smirked as he kept his pace, smugly knowing exactly what was about to happen. Seph buried her face into the centre of Sam’s chest, her sensitivity getting the best of her before she could feel herself explode, her liquids easily gushing out of her and down her thighs and all over Sam’s cock. Sam only rode out her oversensitivity, feeling her spill all over him was only sending more intense arousal coursing through him. Everything was overwhelming him with desire let alone the fact that she was squirting out in public like this, something in that made his cock twitch extra fierce. 

Every muscle in Seph seized as Sam continued to grind mercilessly against her which surely was pushing her closer to her release. “Oh my god- Sam!” She squeals, Sam’s movements never ceasing even as Seph’s hips jerks against him. His cock slides through her thighs now with much more ease as her thighs along with himself being covered in Seph’s slick squirt. 

“Shh..” Sam cradles Seph’s head as she buries her face into his chest, doing her best to stay silent all the while Sam continues to chase their release. His own moans threaten to spill as they escape in strained groans, his hand gropes her rear now pushing her harder against his thrusts as he revelled in the wetness between her thighs. “Fuck, Seph-“ Sam’s laboured moan was muffled into her hair as he tried to suppress his voice, as if the squelching sounds coming from bellow weren’t already loud enough.

Seph whines against his collar, biting her lip in an attempt to quiet herself as Sam stimulated her closer and closer to her climax. She could feel it build in her stomach, faster than she could anticipate. Perhaps it was the adrenaline of doing this in such a public setting that sent her wind running miles combined with how desperate Sam was being for her. She loved how needy Sam was for her, the pride swelling in her chest adding to the arousal in her cunt as Sam’s hips met hers feverishly.

Sam could feel himself begin to edge closer to his release, pleasure coursing through his body with every stroke. He promised himself he would be quick and his body was sure promising those results with how quickly he was nearing his orgasm. However, Sam knew he wanted to finish inside her. One way or another he was going to fulfil his needs and hopefully suppress them long enough before they returned to their hotel room for the day. 

He could feel the way the ridge of his tip clipped Seph’s clit with every push and pull. The textures of her vulva sending shivers through his spine the more he snapped his hips. It felt incredible, but he needed more. His mind was selfish and his body greedy. He lusts to feel the inside of her, to feel her slick cunt wrap around him and convulse in clenching spasms from her orgasm. He wanted to feel her cum around him as he pulsed for her within.

Without warning, Sam held onto Seph securely before swiftly turning them around, pushing her back against the wall before pressing himself against her. Seph reacts with a surprised yelp as his hand reaches down to loop around the back of her thigh, lifting her knee as he positioned himself snug between her legs. “Sorry, baby, I have to.” Sam’s voice is breathy, raspy as his desperation overthrows his system using his free hand to fumble with moving Seph’s skirt out of the way. She helps him, bunching up her garment so his hand could reach for his cock as he centres himself to her.

“It’s ok,” Seph giggles softly at how almost frantic he seemed to need to fuck her, “just take a breath, we’re not on a clock here.” She hooks her leg around his waist and cupping his jaw making him pause a second and look at her. His pupils dilate upon matching her gaze as he listens to her words. She was right, they could make Nate wait as long as they needed, besides he probably went in the museum on his own by now, they could catch up later.

His brows knitted together, leaning into her to connect his lips to hers as he guides his erection into her cunt. Seph moans as he kisses her slow, entering her with the same languid pace as he feels her arms wrap around his neck. Her pussy fluttered around him making his stomach flip as a groan pulls from his lungs. Her hand fists his hair, the other gripping the back of hiss neck as she pushed him closer into the kiss. Sam was slow to move, using every ounce of control in him not to fuck into her relentlessly right off the bat until she gave him the ok.

Seph whines, “Move.” She keens, voice muffled into the kiss. That was more than enough for Sam to begin drawing his hips back and thrusting back in, hitting sharp and deep into her cunt. Seph whimpers from the force of his thrusts as he quickly picked up the pace to resume the momentum he held previously, her body bouncing in time with his bucks. 

Sam pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers as he took laboured breaths. His hands squeezed at the flesh of her hip and her thigh, fucking quick thrusts and hitting Seph’s pleasure points easily and efficiently as he pulled strings of stifled whimpers from her lips. He watched as her breasts bounce with his thrusts, mesmerized as his cock throbs inside her from the sight. His own moans were getting hard to suppress as he worked towards his release, knees feeling weak as the pleasure courses through his body like wild fire.

Seph brought one of her hands down to rub her clit, enticing even more pleasure to run through her veins as Sam continued to fuck her. She threw her head back, careful not to hit her head against the wall as her mouth hung open in silent cries of bliss. Her eyes closed as she focused on her pleasure, the way she could feel Sam’s cock drive into her without mercy, his size stretching her out and pummelling her cervix with every perfectly angled thrust.

“Sam please, I want to cum, please!” She quietly begs, pleading for him to fuck her just enough harder to send her over the edge. Sam happily obliges, leaning down to kiss her throat as he fucks more weight into his thrusts, bucking into her with such force it ripped one especially loud moan from Seph’s lips as she pulled hard on his hair. She quickly lets go of his locks, bringing her palm over her mouth to subdue anymore noises that would threaten to escape as Sam drove his cock into her with full force.

He could feel her clench around him, so close to her climax as her hand numbly rubs messy shapes into her clit. She could feel his quickened hot breaths on her skin, his stubble scratching her neck as his low groans vibrated against her and rumbled in his chest. Sam pushes a few more hard thrusts before Seph doubles into him, her cunt constricting harder than ever as it pulses through her climax. She bites her lip under her hand, stifling her screams as her orgasm rocks through her in harsh waves. 

Seph buries her face into the side of Sam’s head as he rode her through her high, his own just around the corner as he stumbled in his pace. His hips stuttered as her hand smoothed up his chest and around his shoulder, raking her nails down his back through the fabric of his shirt. The stinging sensation of her nails on his skin was enough to send his nerves spiralling into euphoria as he cums in body wracking waves. His hips slow as he bucks shallow thrusts into her cunt with every rope of cum, gripping her tight in his grasp as he presses himself impossibly closer to her.

His heart races in his head, body numbing as his ears rang from the force of his orgasm. His eyes fall shut as he held her close, resting his weight into his forearm which pressed against the wall as he came down from his rush. Seph ran her hands soothingly along his back, scratching up his neck and through his hair as he regained himself. Slowly his eyes open, his body shifting as he lifted himself back upright to look at her, “God that was.. more intense than I expected.” He chuckles as his eyes focus on Seph’s flushed features. He notices how her hair has been messed up as her clothes were very much dishevelled and wrinkled. “We’re definitely not getting away with this one.” He grins sheepishly as one of his hands tried to straighten out her blouse, bringing it back over her shoulders to cover her chest.

Seph laughs, “I don’t think Nate needs to look at us to know what happened, he’ll know by how long we took.” She hummed, “His mistake to pair us up alone.” Seph smiles as Sam leaned down to kiss her lips. The kiss is loving and sweet as he shifts his hips to slowly pull out. Seph’s hips jerk involuntarily at the sudden stimulation making her gasp a whimper against his lips.

“Sorry.” Sam whispers into the kiss as he pecks her one last time before dropping her leg back down and tucking himself back into his pants. He takes a step back, checking Seph over and helping her reposition her clothes back in place along with her hair.

“Ugh, I feel dirty.” Seph whines half heartedly as she’s reminded about her squirt from earlier now combined with Sam’s cum slowly but surely leaking out of her. 

“Let’s go find you a bathroom, museum’s gotta have one right?” Sam proposed before slipping his hand into hers and pulling her along out of the alleyway.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Seph smirks but her embarrassed blush betrays her as she follows Sam’s footsteps, reminding him about the underwear he’d stolen from her.

“I said I’d give them back, besides you’d dirty them now.” He justifies as he looks back at her with a smirk of his own, growing cocky upon seeing her flustered state. “I promise I’ll give them back. If it’s any consolation, it’s kind of hot knowing you’re not wearing anything under there.” his smirk teases Seph as she slaps his shoulder lightly. Sam laughs, slowing as they reach the end of the alley, “Let’s just get you cleaned up first,” he says while looking around, checking for strangers before turning back to Seph, “and then maybe a round two?” He dares, his hands resting on her hips as he watches her hopefully.

“Lord, will your dick ever be satisfied?” She chuckles at his request.

“Around you? Never.” He replies confidently, pulling her in for another kiss.

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