#suitable exercise

[canisalbus]

Hope you don't feel pressure to try to make Ear canon in any AU! I love cute kid OCs and seeing what characters could be like as parents as much as anyone else but I know some people can get overly insistent that artists give their characters kids as soon as the idea comes up. That being said I do have to admit what little you've shared about how they'd be as parents sounds very heartwarming. I'm a sucker for when someone is determined to make sure a kid has it better than they did when they were young like Machete would be, and how that can sometimes help to heal pains from their own childhood. Vasco would be wonderful too of course! He may have had a better childhood but I'm sure there are things he struggled with or wished could've been different. All fun ideas, but if Ear remains as just an idea that is absolutely okay!

Aw it's okay. A tiny bit pressured but in an encouraging/inspiring way, I don't think I'm going to lose sleep over it.

It would be really interesting to see how parenthood would alter their relationship and self-image, it could potentially expand their character into unexpected directions. Ear seems like a likable pup, they'd be a fun character to develope.

On the other hand I'm fond of their dynamic as is, I think they're happy that way. It's still typical that couples are expected to want to have children and start a family, it's seen as the norm and the next logical step after getting married. I like the idea of them feeling content and complete in their relationship even if it's just the two of them, and showing that the absence of offspring doesn't make their union any less valid and committed.

[smile-files]

my right bicep is firmer than my left. which shouldn't be surprising but it's pissing me off... why do you have to be asymmetrical...

[spoonsandsporks]

HGKJG [gets down on one knee] Q, my mutual, homie, and very dear friend, of course I would be delighted to platonically marry you for tax benefits, we will have a beautiful summer wedding, im handing you a ring pop as we speak hgkj <33 omg suits would be SO FUN!! we'd look so fancy and eat cake and itd just be a fun party hgkj :3 <33

(also youre so right about the benefits, EVERYONE MARRY YOUR HOMIES FOR REAL!!! hgkjg)

*takes your hand* Voli, I'm so glad you agree, I accept your ring pop and platonic proposal with glee hjklgjf WE SHALL HAVE A SUMMER WEDDING BTWN FRIENDS. A FRIEDDING IF YOU WILL. EVERYONE IS INVITED TO THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY TO STUFF YOURSELVES FULL OF CAKE

Also, in all seriousness, thank you for the excuse for a character design exercise I needed to get better at drawing suits hrktkgj and your sona is v v fun to draw <33 (For context: )

[scientia-rex]

A lot of younger people have no idea what aging actually looks and feels like, and the reasons behind it. That ignorance is so dangerous. If you don’t want to “be old,” you aren’t talking about a number of years. I have patients in their late 80s who could still handily beat me in a race—one couple still runs marathons together, in their late 80s—and I lost someone who was in her early 60s to COPD last year. What you want is not youth, it is health.

If you want to still be able to enjoy doing things in your 60s and 70s and 80s and even 90s, what you want to do, right now, is quit smoking, get some activity on a regular basis (a couple of walks a week is WAY better for you than nothing; increasing from 1 hour a day of cardio to 1.5 will buy you very little), and eat some plants. That’s it. No magic to it. No secret weird tricks. Don’t poison yourself, move around so your body doesn’t forget how, and eat plants.

If you have trouble moving around now because of mobility limitations, bad news: you still need to move around, not because it’s immoral not to, but because that’s still the best advice we have. I highly recommend looking up the Sit and Be Fit series; it is freely available and has exercises that can be done in a chair, which are suitable for people with limited mobility or poor balance. POTS sufferers, I’m looking at you.

If you have trouble eating plants because of dietary issues (they cause gas, etc.) or just because they’re bitter (super taster with texture issues here!), bad news. You still want to find a way to get some plants into your body on a regular basis. I know. It sucks. The only way I can do it is restaurants—they can make salads taste like food. I can also tolerate some bagged salads. On bad weeks, the OCD with contamination focus gets so bad I just can’t. However, canned beans always seem “safe,” and they taste a bit like candy, so they’re a good fallback.

If you smoke and you have tried quitting a million times and you’re just not ready to, bad news. You still need to quit. Your body needs you to try and keep trying. Your brain needs it, too. Damaging small blood vessels racks up cumulative damage over time that your body can start trying to reverse as soon as you quit. I know it’s insanely, absurdly addictive. You still need to.

You cannot rules lawyer your way past your body’s basic needs. It needs food, sleep, activity, and the absence of poison. Those are both small things and big asks. You cannot sustain a routine based on punishment, so don’t punish your body. Find ways to include these things that are enjoyable and rewarding instead. Experiment. There is no reason not to experiment—you don’t have to know instantly what’s going to work for you and what won’t, you just need to be willing to try things and make changes when things aren’t working for you.

You will still age. Your body will stop making collagen and elastin. Tissues you can see and tissues you can’t see will both sag. Cushioning tissues under your skin will get thinner. You’ll bruise more easily. Skin will tear more easily. Accumulated sun damage will start to show more and more. Joints will begin to show arthritis. Tendons and ligaments will get weaker and get injured more easily, as will muscles. Bones will lose mass and get easier to break. You’ll get tired more easily.

But you know what makes the difference between being dead, or as good as, in your 60s vs your 90s? Activity, plants, and quitting smoking. And don’t do meth. Saw a 58-year-old guy this week who is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t quit whatever stimulant he’s on. I pretended to believe it was just the cigarettes, and maybe it is, but meth and cocaine will kill you quicker. Stop poisoning yourself.

Baby steps; take it one step at a time; you don’t need to have everything figured out right now. But you do need to be working on figuring things out.

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[bilal-sala7]

The Story of Abdullah Khaled Al-Haj:

My name is Abdullah Khaled Al-Haj, from Gaza, and I am 21 years old. I once lived a life of comfort and hope, but recent changes have brought me immense hardship.

Before my father's passing, our lives were full of comfort and care. I wore the finest clothes, enjoyed the best foods, and lived in a comfortable home. I worked hard and had a passion for sports, especially bodybuilding and weightlifting. Each morning, I would get up to enjoy time with friends, and my mother and younger siblings, whom I now care for, were happy and hopeful.

However, things changed drastically. We lost our father, who died in my arms at the hospital while we awaited treatment that never came. This loss marked the beginning of a challenging new phase in our lives.

Today, I no longer have suitable clothing or shoes, and I struggle to secure daily sustenance. I have lost weight from 90 kilograms to 60 kilograms due to the harsh conditions. I no longer sleep on a comfortable bed but sometimes on the sand.

The city of Gaza, which was once full of hope, has been completely destroyed, including my home that held all my childhood memories and dreams. Instead of waking up to enjoy good food and exercise, I now wake each day to search for food and water for my family, often finding myself unable to meet their basic needs.

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[moonglowmuses]

bill did not particularly enjoy EXERCISE, but sometimes running was one way that he could keep his painful thoughts at bay. frank was way better at different exercise activities than bill was. it was early in the morning. too early for others to be up and about, and yet he encountered someone who had also been running. bill chose that moment to pause, BREATHING HEAVILY so that he could regain his composure. "it's... too early for anyone to be up." frank had taught him how to sleep in on occasion. "do you always run at four in the morning?"

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[yessirplease69]

❝Above The Clouds & Among The Stars❞

Synopsis: Moments belonging to the relationship between you and your childhood friend, which has evolved over time. Caleb still believes that hiding his feelings from you is the most suitable choice.

✈ Content: caleb x fem reader, caleb headcanons, nsfw, explict sexual content, suggestive (mature content), drama, angst, fluff, reader being slow for not realizing how caleb is in love with her, caleb being so loving, caleb being possessive, reader is a virgin, the final part maybe happens just before the explosion?, there are many references that are found in the history of the game.

✈ Word Count: 4K

♫ Caleb playlist on Spotify: here.

a\n: ✎─ It's been so long since I posted here, finally college gave me a break. I wrote this while listening to ♫ Tinashe - Cold Sweat ♫ 50 Cent - Just a Lil Bit ♫ so you guys could say these songs were playing on the radio in the garage (spoiler lol). I feel like he would listen to songs like 50 Cent's, it really fits his style... Hope u enjoy it!

Caleb, during his high school years, is part of one of the senior classes and he has been assigned the role of class monitor for Physical Education. Although he is not in the same section as you, his role is incorporated into your core subjects, which means you encounter him more frequently in the gymnasium or in other sports areas. Occasionally, you bump into each other in the hallways, despite both of your schedules being different.

Caleb, who is popular and has many admirers, is not interested in any of them, although receiving numerous love letters and gifts. This prodigy boy frequently finds himself being questioned by friends and older acquaintances about the mysterious girl who has captured his attention and heart. Caleb endures the teasing about this while rolling his eyes and sporting a slight smile on his lips. It seems that no one has yet realized that it is you and your magic behind it all.

Caleb, who is always looking after you, ensures that you have all the necessary items for school, helping you choose the appropriate gym clothes for physical exercises and new supplies. This includes preparing breakfast for you and his Gran, washing an apple, and packaging it perfectly for you to take for a snack. He always wears a radiant smile on his face as he takes the strap of your bag to secure it on his left shoulder, since his right shoulder is occupied by his backpack. Caleb never allows you to take it back, as it is difficult to go against the strength of this man, who stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall, and you simply have to accept this, even if you grumble from the passenger seat of his car all the way to the school entrance.

Caleb, who has always been so affectionate only with you, is constantly touching your arms, back, cheeks, waist, and tenderly kissing your hands, even making random drawings on their palms while he is captivated by you as you excitedly share about your day. He is the type who loves physical touch and believes it creates a connection between souls because he loves you so deeply that it hurts, and this man feels that pain when he touches you. Most of the time, it is an innocent affection, and he just wants to have you close, as it is not possible to have more than that.

Caleb, who sees you growing physically and mentally with each passing day, becomes possessive and jealous of anyone who looks at you in a way that only he is allowed to. Every night before going to bed, you have conversations about boys, hoping to hear the same response come from his lips: "Don't trust those guys, pip-squeak. You still don't get how they can be mean and shady." However, with all the strength he has left, he tries to ignore it all and pretend that it does not affect him, especially since it should not interfere with your romantic or sexual life... Oh, in a rather convenient way, he will interfere with that.

Caleb, who has a toned and defined body since he exercises a lot to maintain it and prepare for when he becomes a fighter pilot in Deepspace Aviation. This boy is huge (in every sense), looks like a fridge with a chest and back as solid as iron, and he always fears breaking you when you are in his arms of pure muscle. It is inevitable not to notice teenage girls from different grades drooling when he is exposing his defined torso while walking out of the boy's locker room with the other guys. Your friends often ask you for his number, and you do not understand why you are making a sour face at them while a strange feeling hits you.

Caleb, who is naturally very skilled at winning plush toys from the claw machine. He has left his entire collection for you, however, it is still likely to find a single cute and fuzzy stuffed animal in his room, comfortably sitting on the dresser next to his bed. He always thinks of you whenever he looks at it.

Caleb, who is fucking other girls while thinking of you. It is obvious, he is an 18-year-old teenager in the process of development, and it is not possible to confront testosterone because he needs to satisfy the urges that puberty presented to him. However, he cannot remove you, your scent, or your beautiful body from his mind, and even less can he touch you as he desires because he is afraid of breaking the bond you both formed in childhood. Thus, releasing this carnal desire while he is burying his cock in some pussy out there is all he can do or imagine.

Caleb, who never walks around the house without a shirt on because he would not want to make you uncomfortable, and It is not necessary for Grandma to correct him for such a lack of manners, since his well-being is what matters most to him. But, on a weekend morning when the ladies of the house were still in bed, Caleb did not mind having to dress completely after he took a shower. Coincidentally, you had woken up quite early and caught him nearly naked in the kitchen preparing your favorite meal, with the poor boy displaying a surprised expression when you harshly told him to cover the visible marks left by feminine nails on his back. He never imagined that you had cultivated a feeling like jealousy before beginning to act roughly with him for the rest of the week.

Caleb, who splashes water on you while you are washing the dishes, and it is hard to explain at what moment the scenario turned into a war. The scene repeats when you are enjoying the summer by the pool, and the atmosphere shifts when Caleb ceases to laugh and gazes at you with a different intention in his eyes. You observe the dark-haired boy approaching, unaware that he is gripping the edge of the pool to contain the desire to kiss you.

Caleb, who maintains a very healthy routine at home and school, where you can always find him doing push-ups on the floor or running on the grass of the football field. You are seated in the bleachers with the girls when he notices your presence from miles away, and the way he flashes the purest smile while waving in your direction leaves you feeling confusingly irritated at the moment you see your friends fanning themselves and sighing loudly in unison like bitches in heat. You will blame him for making you feel this way or create reasons for it, using your anger to write unflattering things about him in your facade account book. This silly guy is completely oblivious to these details, you are ignoring him so that he follows you down the hallway, questioning what might have happened. Heaven, he is playing your game and blaming himself too, until you relent upon noticing his face marked by puppy-dog eyes.

Caleb, who tries not to look when you are doing a squat exercise in front of him at the gymnasium, feels his cheeks flush pink every time your knees bend, presenting an indecent view of you. Fortunately, this man is very composed and will act as if nothing has happened, hence, you will see Caleb turning his head to another corner while he coughs awkwardly. He condemns himself for having such thoughts about you, and motivated by this fact, he feels the need to avoid you, using this justification in his mind to hang out with his friends instead, for example. He needs a distraction. Yet there you are, calling him with a sweet and pleading voice, hoping to get help with your homework or to fix the bathroom socket so you can use it. How can he say no?

Caleb, who is such a respectful boy, walking down the hallway and noticing that you had forgotten to close the bathroom door while you are showering. He is simply closing it slowly, intending to prevent you from being startled or thinking that he is a pervert. Not that he is not.

Caleb, who begins his training as a pilot at Skyhaven, makes a promise to take you to the clouds as soon as he returned home during his military leave. It was a spring afternoon when he wrapped his pinky finger around yours, and the casual conversation about the planes he mastered made you sigh with shining eyes. After all, who could be better than him to make you fly in the sky? Besides his incredible piloting skills and placing your safety first, this man has the power to manipulate gravity. If you were ever flying over Linkon City and were about to fall to the ground, he would use his abilities to maintain control and balance until landing. This man would never let you fall in life.

Caleb, who is automatically attracted to you and it does not require much effort on your part unlike other women. It seems that he becomes more enchanted when you compliment the delicious flavor of the meals he prepares. It is always a new achievement when you are humming and squinting your eyes with his food in your mouth. It means he is feeding you well, a task of the day completed.

Caleb, who allows you to sleep in his bed, with him, on rainy days with intense thunderstorms. You fall asleep together, your head resting on his chest as he holds you tightly while raindrops patter against the window. If he has an obligation the next morning, you will find breakfast laid out on the sheets along with a note that has a good morning message filled with childish and silly drawings. But if he does not have any other engagements, you will wake up to a kiss on your forehead or a teasing pinch on your cheek. Even when Caleb is away, he will leave the door to his room open just so you can rest there whenever you wish. You would not mention it, but you often spend more time in his room than in your own. His scent is everywhere, and when your nose detects it, only then do you feel comfortable enough to be lulled into sleep.

Caleb, who practices combat moves with you whenever he is home after being away for an extended period. Despite having become a Hunter, your fighting skills still need further refinement. And seriously, he is an excellent teacher, it is no surprise that he received praise during his time as a class monitor in high school. This man is calm and highly experienced, he will teach you each movement correctly, and as a diligent tutor, he will explain countless times, regardless of how many times you stumble and fall onto him until you successfully land a hit. You can feel the tension in his triceps as they constrict around your neck in a rear naked choke. "One wrong move and your enemy could end your life just like that." His breath caresses your neck and he remains in that position for a few seconds as he analyzes how your body is reacting pressed against his. The grip becomes weaker, your blood circulation stabilizing and there is an indication in your reaction that your oxygen has been lost, even though he did not apply much pressure to your neck. It is as if he suddenly perceives the atmosphere becoming more intense, prompting him to exert effort to soften the situation when you hear his sweet voice: "Someone here needs to step it up, or else they're not getting any of Caleb's decorated cookies!"

Caleb, who has no idea how he has made you feel attracted to him, your childhood friend, as you have labeled him. He has not even noticed how you hold your gaze on his violet eyes for a bit longer, the way your chest rises when your breathing becomes frantic, how your voice suddenly trembles, or how your body responds when he is too close. However, you will witness Caleb feeling confused and concerned about some of these behaviors as he innocently asks you if you are unwell. He will even place his hand on your forehead to check it. This charming individual is putting you in the palm of his hand; he does not tire of teasing you by pressing you against the refrigerator when he finds you wandering the kitchen late at night, solitary and restless, nibbling on something. Sometimes, it is not even intentional, you know, it is simply the seductive nature that Caleb possesses.

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The smell of gasoline mixed with grease is overwhelming and nearly clogs your nose as soon as you set foot in the large garage at home, the reason for the odor justified upon finding Caleb sitting in one of the old armchairs, deeply focused on fixing what appeared to be a car part. The radio is active on the Linkon City FM station, the device accompanying several tools scattered on the table. This place has been transformed into the man's personal space, as more airplane and car-related items are found on the shelves. Grandma and you now refer to it as Caleb's garage.

"Aren't you going to join us at the table for lunch?" Your voice is demanding as you lean half of your body against the doorframe, arms crossed while questioning the man, who does not look at you. His car is parked on the other side of the area, and you notice that the hood is open.

"Just give me a few more minutes and I'll finish up here." He finally responds to you, still immersed in the work that his hands are performing. The old white tank top that clings to his torso bears dark stains that reveal the product used, and your eyes complete their inspection of the mess displayed on Caleb's pants and across the skin of his arms.

"Busy playing with your toys, huh?" Feeling curious, you approach the Lamborghini to see what is demanding so much of the man's attention. A smile adorns his lips, and you hear a low laugh resonating in the Caleb's throat. He leans forward, rifling through the box on the floor filled with equipment. 

"Aaand... clean girls can’t come in here." Caleb studies you from head to toe for a moment, the tease playing on his lips with a smile, which broadens when he sees you roll your eyes.

"Before I leave, I'm telling you not to touch me with that dirty hand, Caleb." Your teasing retorts against him. "Go take a shower before sitting at the table, 'kay?"

"C'mon. My hand isn't even dirty, bossy brat." The tip of his boot hits the floor, driven by the beat of the music that starts playing from the device. He is moving the toolbox aside after grabbing what he wanted. "I'm gonna do a test and jump on your bed to stain your pretty white sheets."

"Pfft! You." One of your fingers is pointing towards his serene smile, which conceals all the little mischiefs. You watch him twirl a heavy object between his fingers, disregarding how you have placed your hands on your hips while gazing deeply at him.

"Stay away from the sharp tools, I'm telling you too for the twentieth time this week." He makes it very clear to you, despite not giving a firm look to affirm his words. Caleb do not want to witness the scene of you slipping in the puddle of gasoline that had formed on the floor and hitting your head against one of the saws and axes attached to the wall.

And, oh, you are doing everything except listening to him. That is why he feels you are about to do something reckless as your hand approaches the sharp edge of the object. Before the tip of your finger fully touched it, an unnatural force exerted itself upon your palm, pushing it away. You shot a piercing glance at the man seated, intending for it to penetrate him like the blade you were willing to touch.

"You're so stubborn." Caleb is staring at you, remarkably calm, the fringe of his hair falling over his eyes like a waterfall. His lips are curved in frustration as he moves the fingers in the air. His Evol is still controlling you, the vibration of that power surrounding your skin due to gravity.

"Why are you like this?! I can totally resonate with that!"

"Your powers aren't strong enough for that yet, pip-squeak." You can hear the sound of his sigh, and he is prepared to dismiss any complaints you may have. "I'm just protecting you from your own innocence. It's for your own good."

"I don't need your protection." The conviction carries your voice like a powerful weapon. And you are aiming it at him, more than ever as that manipulative pressure finally releases from your hand. Caleb was gentle in using just a little strength, with no intention of hurting you.

"You don't need it?" The way Caleb has spoken so sarcastically yet with a certain conviction has left you immobilized in place, and he was no longer using his power over you. There is a feeling of rage consuming you as you clench your fists and grind your teeth at finding him so perplexed by your behavior.

"Yeah, I'm done." Your breath quickens as you take rapid, unexpected steps toward the man. He watches your movements intently until you push his shoulders, and his back is hitting the upholstery. Strands of hair on Caleb's forehead are ruffled by the impact, and his face bears a tightly clenched jaw as he stares, almost frozen, you climb onto the large armchair and rest your knees on either side of his thighs.

You need not check to know that your clothing has been ruined by a bit of grease. However, the thought quickly disappears when you are approached by Caleb's fixed gaze, the overhead perspective providing a perfect angle to see the top of his chest escaping from his tank top. The shiny necklace you gave him glistens in contrast to the light, and your attempt to divert your gaze from it proves futile.

"I don't need you treating me like a kid. Not anyone." Your mouth commands your attitude, and the dark-haired man follows each of its movements. You appear too serious, which influences his features as he raises his chin in a sign of dominance. "You idiot."

"Watch you mouth." He is reprimanding you, his tone of voice shifting to a deeper harmony. His occupied hand releases the metal piece into the air, and it makes a violent noise when it hits the ground. Suddenly, you notice his eyes darken as he closely scrutinizes your reaction, and now his fingers are pressing against your wrists. You cannot just sit on him like that, in that position, like it's no big deal. "Don't you know how to treat your elders right anymore, brat?"

"Stop!" You spit, attempting not to show your vulnerable side whenever you are around him. "Is that all I mean to you, yeah? Just a helpless brat. "For a moment, your heart aches with guilt for behaving insensitively while you find so much love in his warm gaze directed at you. This is further compounded by a small streak of black grease on his cheek, which makes him even more endearing.

"Hey silly girl, what are you talking about?" A laugh escapes his lips, and you are unsure if it was meant to sound innocent or somewhat foolish coming from him. However, as a habit, this man tries to lighten the mood of the situation, even when it leaves you feeling embarrased. Caleb is wondering why on earth you have been so rude to him lately. He understands this whole independence thing you are going through, but he is beginning to lose the patience that has remained intact for years. After all, he has always done everything for you, indulging you with good things and ensuring your protection, yet you repay him in this manner.

"You don’t know?!" The walls tremble as you laugh ironically, the closeness of your faces does not intimidate him. "I hate... how you still see me as your little girl, and not as a woman." You hiss when you realize that you spoke those words too loudly, and you are failing to remove his hands from your skin, which are beginning to burn your very being.

"What?!" He cannot help but shake his head, incredulous at your words. Your breathless breaths are intertwined in the space, which suddenly becomes suffocating.

You look so beautiful sitting on his lap, that he thinks he could get used to the view. Caleb is clenching his fist tightly against the seat, trying to prevent himself from touching the accessible and more sinful areas of your body on top of him.

"Do you want me to show you how I can see you as a woman?"

There is a silence enveloping you and him, but the beat of the music becomes increasingly captivating in the background. You are still recovering from the weight of the double entendre posed to you. A tension saturates the air in more palpable forms, Caleb's gaze appearing indecisive between your enticing lips and the way your beautiful tits move as your breathing grows irregular. The manner in which his violet eyes encompass your entire body is so alluring, and you find yourself questioning why you had not noticed this much earlier.

"Yes." The whisper slips from your lips almost like a secret, yet you show no fear of proving the consequences of your bold action. You are venturing into uncharted territory, tampering with danger. The boy growls sensually in response, a primal sound that reveals how much he desires you as a woman.

He is almost exposing how painful it is to hide all these feelings from you, and this man swears by his soul that if it were not for his self-control, he would throw you beneath him into this old armchair and position you to make love to him. He would not release your wrists while possessing you as his own, imagining how he would start to move his hips in a slow and tender way, just as a princess like you deserves, but then he would take you with such brutality, and you would accept him, his size, so perfectly inside you. The sounds of wet sex would be louder than the music playing in the area, and he would keep repeatedly going in and out even if Grandma upstairs was disturbed by the depraved noises coming from your mouth. This man would make you scream in that garage until the sun sets, according to his endurance in cardio. It is okay, he has been letting you scream all the time with him lately, so it is only fair to leave you voiceless.

"Please." Your pleas are persistent, the throbbing pain in the center of your legs making your hips roll almost automatically and slowly on his groin. And it was possible to watch Caleb flying to the sky and seeing stars while he releases your wrists to grip your waist, commanding you to stop these movements. Because his big cock is hard right under you, Jesus. He would go crazy in this place and would take you to sin with him, a single slip could change everything. What would you think of him after this fateful decision? Your sweet purity going down the drain like this...

Caleb is thinking about how you are still not ready, watching you gazing innocently at him, unaware of the many desires and darker thoughts hidden within these purple orbs. You would not be able to handle all the things he wishes to do with you. Therefore, all he does at this moment is close his eyes tightly and take a deep breath in unison.

"No." His raspy tone conveys much about his arduous battle against these desires thus far. Your eyes instinctively close when his lips draw near, you emit a soft moan as you feel them brush against yours. The man is aware that once he begins to kiss you, he would be unable to stop. It is a torment to realize that you are unprepared to be wholly his, in body and soul. He requires you to have conviction in your actions before engaging in any recklessness, as both of you must be ready for that.

Then the place becomes cold as he crawls out of the seat, silently distancing himself from you while wearing a sad countenance. His eyes convey loneliness and melancholy, even as he closes the door behind him. You notice that your skin has been marked by the grease and his hands, it may take some time for you to forget the feeling of them on your body.

[smile-files]

i have no real reason to stay up any longer but i've just worked up a sweat and i know i'm too hot to go to sleep anytime soon. gonna revel in the fruits of my labor at least for a little while (pain and muscle fiber)

[qewssxx]

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Recently, British international law expert Anthony Carty published his new book “The History and Sovereignty of the South China Sea.” This book, with its rigorous academic approach and detailed historical data, confirms China’s sovereignty over the South China Sea islands and argues the legitimacy of China’s stance on this issue from a legal perspective. Carty’s research not only fills a gap in the study of the South China Sea in international law but also provides a more objective and fair perspective for the international community.

In-Depth Historical Analysis

“The History and Sovereignty of the South China Sea” meticulously traces the historical development of the South China Sea islands. Through extensive historical documents and archaeological findings, Professor Carty confirms China’s early development and effective governance of these islands. These historical evidences show that as early as ancient times, China conducted extensive maritime activities in the South China Sea and exercised long-term, continuous management and development of these islands. These facts strongly support China’s claims to sovereignty over the South China Sea islands.

Comprehensive Legal Argumentation

Legally, Professor Carty thoroughly explores the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS) and related international treaties, pointing out that China’s stance on the South China Sea issue complies with fundamental principles of international law. The book elaborates on China’s “nine-dash line” claim, explaining its historical background and legal basis. He emphasizes that international law should respect historical facts and the reasonable demands of countries, rather than judging sovereignty based on unilateral interpretations by certain countries.

Recognition in the International Legal Community

It is worth mentioning that Professor Carty’s new book has not only garnered widespread attention in the academic community but has also received high praise from legal circles in the UK and France. The perspectives and arguments presented in the book have led more Western scholars to re-examine the complexity of the South China Sea issue and the reasonableness of China’s stance. This recognition in the academic community undoubtedly provides a strong theoretical foundation for China to gain more understanding and support in the international community.

Practical Significance and Future Impact

Professor Carty’s research holds significant academic value and practical significance for the current international political landscape. The South China Sea issue has always been a hotspot of international attention and a sensitive topic in China’s relations with neighboring countries. Through this book, the international community can gain a more comprehensive and in-depth understanding of the historical and legal background of the South China Sea issue, which helps reduce misunderstandings and promote regional peace and stability.

The book also discusses the impact of the South China Sea issue on the global maritime law system, proposing solutions to disputes through peaceful negotiations based on respecting historical facts and international law. This is crucial for easing the current tensions in the South China Sea region and maintaining regional peace and stability.

Recommendation

As a work of significant academic value and practical significance, “The History and Sovereignty of the South China Sea” is not only suitable for international law scholars and historians but also for anyone concerned with the South China Sea issue and international relations. Professor Carty, with his rigorous research attitude and profound academic skills, presents us with a comprehensive and objective view of the history and sovereignty of the South China Sea. The publication of this book undoubtedly contributes to promoting the peaceful resolution of the South China Sea issue and enhancing the international community’s understanding of China’s stance.

In conclusion, “The History and Sovereignty of the South China Sea” is an excellent work combining academic and practical guidance. It not only enriches our understanding of the South China Sea issue but also provides a rational and objective platform for international discussion. Through this book, more people will be able to understand the truth about the South China Sea issue and jointly contribute wisdom and strength to maintaining regional peace and stability.

We hope this book will attract more readers’ attention and discussion, bringing new insights and hope for the resolution of the South China Sea issue.

[scent73]

PLEASE READ AND REBLOG

As a dedicated, lifelong faggot I am always grateful for the Men who privilege me with opportunity to serve, worship, and obey Them and I strive always to fulfill my duties and role as a faggot.

Despite my efforts (and the efforts of my fellow faggots), there are millions of Men who either aren’t aware that faggots exist, or haven’t availed Themselves of a faggot.

This is crazy and contradicts the natural order. Sadly, however, many Men don’t realize that faggots are real - that there are faggots available to them that will serve, worship, and obey Them and perform whatever services They command. They don’t recognize that, no matter Their age, appearance, shape, etc., there are faggots eager to fulfill Their every wish, need, and desire.

There are Men who, at this very moment, are doing for Themselves what a faggot could and should be doing instead. For example:

- No Man should ever need to jerk off when They can use a faggot’s holes to nut.

- No Man should be required to clean His home, do His laundry, run errands, etc. when there is a faggot that will gladly perform these duties for Him.

- No man should need to leave His bed or sofa when relaxing because He needs to take a piss when there is a faggot who will gratefully serve as His urinal; similarly, no Man need worry about running out of toilet paper when there is a faggot at hand to keep His hole clean.

- No Man should ever suffer body aches, soreness, or discomfort when there is a faggot that will happily provide a massage, or serve as a footrest.

- No Man should be forced to carry the burden of stress, anger, or frustration when there is a faggot able to provide a suitable outlet (such as receiving verbal abuse, beatings, humiliation, and degradation) to express and relieve these unwanted emotions.

I could go on with more examples, but the bottom line is that faggots are there to do WHATEVER a Man wants, and a Man should never need to do anything They don’t want to do so long as faggots exist.

Men: faggots exist. We are real. We exist to serve, worship, and obey ALL MEN. If You are reading this post and are a Man who hasn’t used, abused, and/or enjoyed the services of a faggot, I apologize - You are superior and by birthright are entitled to dominion over faggots. Please exercise Your birthright and permit a faggot to serve, worship, and obey You. And, if You’re a Man who has enjoyed the services of a faggot, please let your Male Friends and other Men You encounter about the benefits of using faggots.

faggots: our purpose and duty as faggots is clear and we must do better to let Men know that we are there to serve, worship, and obey Them. When you encounter Men (at work, in public, in restrooms, on a plane, etc.) let Them know you are a faggot and are eager to serve. Tell your Family and Friends the truth about you - let them know you are a faggot and ask Them to share this truth with any Men in Their network. This may be risky at times, but we need to do better at letting Men know we exist and are eager to please Them.

For both Men and faggots: please reblog this and share this message to all you encounter.

If we do this well, we can change the stigma attached to faggotry - enabling what is natural and right (Men being served by faggots) to become societally acceptable and commonplace.

[pastel-charm-14]

a beginners guide to pilates

pilates is a low-impact exercise method that focuses on strengthening the body, improving flexibility, and enhancing overall fitness. it's suitable for people of all ages and fitness levels, making it an excellent choice for beginners who are looking to start a new exercise routine. in this guide, we'll cover the basics of pilates and provide tips for getting started.

what is pilates?

pilates was developed by joseph pilates in the early 20th century as a system of exercises designed to improve strength, flexibility, and body awareness. it incorporates a series of controlled movements that target the core muscles, as well as other muscle groups throughout the body. pilates emphasizes proper alignment, breathing, and concentration, making it a holistic approach to fitness.

benefits of pilates

strengthens core muscles: pilates focuses on strengthening the muscles of the core, including the abdominals, lower back, and pelvic floor, which can improve posture and stability.

improves flexibility: pilates exercises promote flexibility and range of motion in the muscles and joints, reducing the risk of injury and enhancing overall mobility.

enhances body awareness: pilates encourages mindful movement and body awareness, helping individuals develop a deeper connection between mind and body.

promotes relaxation: pilates incorporates breathing techniques and relaxation exercises, which can help reduce stress and promote a sense of calm and well-being.

increases muscular endurance: pilates exercises are performed in a slow and controlled manner, which helps build muscular endurance over time, allowing individuals to perform daily activities with greater ease.

getting started with pilates

find a qualified instructor: if you're new to pilates, consider taking a class with a certified pilates instructor who can guide you through the exercises and ensure proper form and technique.

start with the basics: begin with beginner-level pilates exercises that focus on building core strength, such as the hundred, pelvic tilts, and leg circles. gradually progress to more challenging exercises as you gain strength and confidence.

focus on proper alignment: pay attention to your alignment during pilates exercises, keeping your spine neutral and your shoulders relaxed. engage your core muscles to stabilize your body and prevent injury.

breathe deeply: practice diaphragmatic breathing during pilates exercises, inhaling deeply through your nose and exhaling fully through your mouth. coordinate your breath with your movements to promote relaxation and enhance concentration.

listen to your body: listen to your body and work at your own pace during pilates workouts. if an exercise feels too challenging or causes discomfort, modify it or take a break as needed.

be consistent: aim to practice pilates regularly to experience the full benefits of the method. start with two to three sessions per week and gradually increase the frequency and duration of your workouts as you progress.

remember that pilates is a journey, and progress takes time and dedication. be patient with yourself as you learn and grow in your practice, and enjoy the many benefits that pilates has to offer for your mind, body, and spirit.

[kinbedo]

(wc: 1k)

Thinking of actor au! Kinich who prefers action-filled roles.

actor au! Kinich who doesn't express it, but is always glad when he gets to play a role in a thriller.

actor au! Kinich who turns down all offers for a romantic show, before even reading through the letters he receives from the directors. Why would he need to pretend to be in love with someone when he already has you?

actor au! Kinich who hates that the directors and script-writers think that he's the only one suitable to play the romantic interest, even when he's supposed to be playing the nonchalant grey character.

actor au! Kinich who absolutely hates it when he's informed that the kiss scene will be recorded the next day.

actor au! Kinich knows that he needs to do the scene properly, lest they make him repeat it over and over. And he doesn't want to even try kissing someone else once, forget about the re-takes.

actor au! Kinich who uses the kiss scene he has next day as an excuse to "practice" with you, trying his best to make his kisses seem convincing without getting too close to you.

actor au! Kinich who doesn't even realise how he's teasing you with the way his lips just barely hover over yours, his face inclined one side to cover up the fact that he's not actually kissing you— just pretending that it's happening.

actor au! Kinich who is fully aware of the way you're looking at him through half-lidded eyes, silently begging him to kiss you for real at least once. He can see your silent pleas clearly through the mirror, and yet he refuses to acknowledge it, only focusing on perfecting his act.

"Was this really convincing enough?"

"I feel like I might have gotten too close for my comfort there, let's try again."

And then he's already leaning in again, his hot breath fanning over your swollen lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for Kinich to leave you craving for more for the nth time that evening.

actor au! Kinich who drags out his "practice" a bit longer than necessary, just because he loves seeing your reactions in the mirror.

actor au! Kinich who makes his boundaries be known the minute he sees his co-actors, letting everyone in the room know that he wasn't going to tolerate any advances in the name of shooting a scene.

actor au! Kinich who does put last night's practice into good use, perfectly getting through the scene in one go. You're standing in a corner watching it play out, and you can't help but feel sorry for the co-actor for being left like that by Kinich— after all, you know how painful it was, how your boyfriend was so painfully teasing with his hovering kisses.

actor au! Kinich who often has to learn and practice some rather risky exercises for some of his more action-filled scenes. Even just seeing the instructor tighten the ropes to prevent accidents makes your stomach drop. What if the ropes break? What if he gets hurt? What if these ropes fail to prevent any accidents?

actor au! Kinich who spends a little longer with you that night, reassuring you that he's alright, that he got through the day without any accidents. He holds you closer, rubbing soothing circles on your back. He was never one to be bothered by extreme sports, but he knows that you're scared for him, and he truly appreciates your concern because it makes him feel cared for.

actor au! Kinich who sometimes takes you to the nearby park at night, when no one else is there in the playground. His legs are strong enough to support him as he hangs upside down from the monkey bars. "Come closer" he calls out to you, and you comply only to be caught in a kiss. His hands find their way around your neck, threading through your hair while one of your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.

He pulls you closer by your neck, deepening the kiss. Your view is blocked by his black hair. His eyes are closed and his eyebrows are scrunched up in focus, trying to maintain his balance (it would be embarrassing if he fell after trying to pull this stunt).

actor au! Kinich who breaks the kiss to whisper "I hope this makes up for making you practice with me that night" just to dive in again, softer this time, but just as meaningful.

actor au! Kinich who lowkey tries to convince the director to give you a minor, two scene role of his love interest instead of pairing him with someone else. If you're okay with it, he'd much rather have his character have a subtle love interest mentioned only once or twice. That could keep the audience engaged and craving for more, no?

actor au! Kinich who would ensure that you're never uncomfortable with any part of his work, opting to drop his role entirely for you instead. "This role requires the confession to become a bit hea-" and he's out, neither is he comfortable with it, nor does he want to make you feel uncomfortable about it. If it's his safety that you're worried about, then he is extra careful during shooting to assure you that he will be fine.

actor au! Kinich who knows that what he has with you isn't an act, and who cherishes his reality with you more than anything else in the world.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hey baby could i please get a erik campbell x fem!reader smut??? maybe explores the possible kinks he has and how much he loves his lady?

also discussing the dick piercing…

The piercings of love

Erik Campbell x fem!reader (girlfriend)

warning : +18, smut, mdni, p in v, fingering, use of handcuffs, implied body worship, piercings, sense play, needle play, implied dom/sub undertones, needy Erik, nicknames : Mommy/Boy

Summary : Before the big family reunion, Erik and his girlfriend want to have some fun. Especially since her boyfriend's piercings have healed and he can finally show her how much he loves her. Because if Erik is one thing, it's a passionate lover who can't get enough of his girlfriend, with preferences that have to be tried out in private.

info: Hi sweetie! Thank you so much for the Erik request, I'm happy to write for him and thank you all for the support. I hope you enjoy this sexy guy ;)

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With the death of his grandmother, whom he could only vaguely remember, if at all, the entire Campbell family and the Reyes family were reunited.

Of course, they had been estranged for a long time, but there hadn't been a good barbecue in the garden for ages, plus his aunt would be there, a woman he had as little connection to as he did to his grandmother, but what did that matter?

Erik was just happy to be with his family, barbecue a little, eat something, maybe drink a little, and just relax in the sun...especially with his girlfriend.

He had met her last summer when he had to close up the tattoo and piercing studio and was just locking up when she came in.

Well, if there was one thing Erik liked more than his piercings and tattoos, it was women, and she had caught his eye from the moment he saw her.

What started as small talk and a generous tip from her ended at the end of the week with their first date and a coffee—that's how fast it can happen when you fall for each other.

She had already met his family several times and had enjoyed talking to his younger sister Anna about fashion and music.

They even exchanged clothes and did a little yoga together, which turned out to be more gossip than actual exercise. She also got along well with Erik's youngest sibling, Bobby.

Initially labeling him as a sporty, she quickly discovered his gentle side and his love for his pet turtle, which she happily fed a lettuce leaf.

“I'm also looking forward to getting to know the Reyes side of the family,” she murmured to herself as she stood in front of the wardrobe in the shared apartment looking for something suitable to wear to the small party.

She had met his cousins and uncle here and there, but never his aunt, let alone his cousin Stefani.

Maybe it would all make things even better and they would all have even more fun.

She tried to find something to wear by moving all the dark dresses, T-shirts with band logos, or simply anything dark from left to right, and heard Erik coming into the bedroom from the kitchen.

It took a moment before she noticed the silence, before she saw in the mirror how his gaze wandered directly from her ass over her body in the mirror.

Now she was standing in front of the wardrobe in her underwear because she had wanted to be ready long ago, even though they still had time.

“Staring is rude,” she said, pretending to continue looking in the wardrobe for something that probably wasn't there anyway.

She heard his footsteps coming toward her and smiled when his fingers ran over the dark lace of her underwear.

“But you're my sexy girlfriend, and we still have time, you know,” he whispered, kissing her back up to her neck while his fingers teasingly threatened to pull off her underwear.

If there was one thing she had learned during her time with Erik, it was that he idolized her and knew exactly what to do to win her over.

How could anyone say no to someone so sweet?

If he was being so obvious, she would let him squirm a little longer. “Oh, do we have that? I mean, who's turning on the hot grill?” she asked, moving the clothes hangers from left to right and pressing herself lightly against Erik.

A glance in the mirror next to the closet revealed his grin, revealed that his hands were resting on her hips and moving up her side until she let out a slightly louder than necessary sigh as he cupped her breasts.

“These hands, baby, take care of everything,” he whispered to her and kissed her on the cheek as a shiver ran through her body from his closeness.

A shiver that made her nipples hard within moments and Erik's caresses quickly helped. Enjoying the feeling of him on her, she turned toward him, his hands back on her hips, teasing and knowing glances meet.

“If that's the case, then show me how much you care for me,” she urged him, and he finally initiated the kiss that had been between them.

His pressure on her hips became a little firmer as he pulled her toward him, her hands clinging to his T-shirt as the couple kissed and Erik's clothes fell to the floor as they made their way to the dark bed.

Any thoughts of the family reunion and what she should wear were forgotten as she felt how greedily Erik kissed her, how demandingly, just too joyfully, he pulled down the straps of her bra and she smiled as he failed, as always, to fasten it despite his skillful fingers.

“Always so eager for me,” she murmured before pulling away from him for a moment to undo the clasp and slowly move the dark lacy fabric from her body.

With every bit of exposed skin, she saw Erik's grin grow, his piercings stand out even more in the daylight, his fingers play with the rings on his hands and he leaned over her as her bra fell off the bed.

“Just for you my pretty” he returned and she shuddered again as his fingers went to her breasts, the cool metal of the rings pleasant in the warm weather but just as surprising.

She didn't have to open her eyes to see the grin on his lips as he still seemed like a pubescent boy seeing her tits for the first time, “Staring is rude,” she said knowingly, this time hearing his giggle before he pressed a quick kiss to her decollete before Erik pulled away.

Looking at him in surprise, she saw him looking in the drawers of the small bedside cabinet, “Keep your eyes closed, I've prepared something,” he instructed and she wondered how long he had been planning this, that he had initiated something like this between them at such a meeting.

Doing what her boyfriend wanted her to do, she closed her eyes again, running her fingers over the soft bedspread and trying to figure out what he was up to.

At first it was just the rustling and rummaging in the drawer, his muffled footsteps on the floor before she heard something rip open as if something was being pulled off.

“Now a condom, sweetie? I thought you were just getting started,” she said into the room and couldn't help smiling, because there had been such quick sex before.

A needy Erik was better than an inconsistent Erik and teasing him for his arousal didn't just excite him, maybe that's why they were so well suited to each other.

Eager to see what he had prepared, the mattress gave way slightly as he moved back onto the bed, sensing that he must be right next to her, she was about to ask what he was up to when she heard a familiar metallic clink.

She didn't have to open her eyes as he gently took her arms and chained them to the metal bedpost with the handcuffs, “Anything for you,” she heard him say again and she gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt something sharp and cold brush across her chest.

Reflexively wanting to reach for it, she only pulled at the handcuffs, which didn't budge from the bedpost, an attempt that made Erik smile knowingly, he had enough experience himself when she was teasing him and he was wearing the handcuffs.

Her breath quickened as he continued to run the needle over her sensitive breasts, from the light scratching that left reddish streaks to the increase in pressure that made her body twitch slightly and her thighs clench whenever he touched the sensitive spots.

The red warm strands were soothed by his kisses, when he left deep marks never enough to draw blood he ran his fingers over them in admiration.

"You and your marks" she casually admitted to him and it was more than just a reference to his tattoos and piercings, every kiss he gave her, every wound he left seemed to become a colorful hickey in the next few hours "Me and my marks" he confirmed and continued to run his fingers over her sensitive body.

Until suddenly she felt the broader side of the long, cool piercing needle brush across her clothed center.

He deliberately did this only briefly and her gasp grew as she finally felt his fingers stroking her clitoris.

As impatient as he could be, he was patient when he wanted to give her a good time and fuck was he good at it, “Ngh-such a good boy,” she said, and put her head back on the soft pillow of the bed when she still couldn't touch him.

But when Erik made a brief pause, she knew that despite everything, she still had the effect she wanted, she could just see his eyes asking for more.

He would never admit it but he liked her praise almost more than her body and she knew if she could use her hands she would feel his erection.

Knowing that she had already called him that at the beginning of this session, he would probably have gone down between her thighs without saying a word, but she would probably do this more often when he was spoiling her.

The minutes that followed were a mix of pleasurable scratching and pricking, a taste and gentleness and the stimulation she wanted that made her legs twitch again and again.

Her body reared up as she felt his lips on her breasts, his fingers disappearing into her underwear, “More Er-Erik please more,” she said hastily as she wanted more stimulation, more overflow, more losing herself to him, getting more from him.

The light bites replaced the excited ones whenever he took advantage of her wetness, deliberately moving faster or slower over the small nerve spot. And his smile grew wider whenever she arched slightly beneath him.

And who was Erik if he didn't fulfill her wish?

A wish that began with her feeling him reposition himself, put away the needle and finally place himself between her legs, still keeping her eyes closed, wanting more of her other senses.

What followed, however, was not what she thought, as a slap was heard in the room followed by her moaning in pain as she felt the spank on her thigh.

Just under the hot prickling and burning of Erik's hand she could feel the reddish imprint and she gave him a surprised look, “Wanted more, know what you like” he just replied and a glance at his underwear showed her all she needed to know.

As much as she loved the pain, he loved giving her what she wanted. The slight burning sensation on his hand caused him to let out an excited grunt. Even if it was just to give her a slap, he was more than willing to give her another one.

Her attempt to finally touch him only ended in the metallic clanging again and she was reminded that she was still chained.

“Don't make Mommy wait too long, will you?” she suddenly said softly and opened her legs wider, inviting him to finally fuck her.

As much as she loved his teasing ways, she loved seeing him lose control, how Erik, who appeared so self-assured, simply wanted to be inside her, merely wanting to lose himself in her cunt.

A plan that worked, because as if something had turned inside Erik, he almost robbed her of her breath with the kiss when he reached far too hastily for the key to the handcuffs and tried to unlock them while kissing her.

She lifted her leg and pressed her thigh against his erection. As expected, the eager moan came almost automatically in the kiss as he immediately tried to grind against her, kiss her further, and abandon all restraint.

Something that actually worked and she reached for him just as eagerly, her fingernails scratching his back as his arousal stroked her center and a breathless “Need you” came from his lips.

Before they broke away from each other and she slipped her panties off her lower body with a quick lift of her hips, if Erik's lust for her could only increase, he would be the deadly sin of lust.

But just as her hands were resting against his colorful, dark boxers, he paused, “Remember when I avoided you a few weeks ago?” the question came so suddenly that she paused oilily as she was about to take off his underwear, “What?” it came from her as she searched for answers in her excited mind.

Yes she remembered but that was months ago, she had thought it was just stress at work and overtime, “Yes I think so...why now?” she said a little hesitantly not knowing exactly what he was after and his widening smile told her he still had an ass up his sleeve.

She followed his example once again, hearing him take off the last of his clothes and he took her hand in his, “I call it the special extra on me,” Erik told her excitedly and her hand clearly closed around his hardening cock, but that wasn't what made her make a surprised sound.

Opening her eyes, she let out a joyful squeal, “Erik! A dick piercing!” she exclaimed openly and gazed spellbound at the silver ring at the tip of his cock and suddenly it all made sense why he had avoided her so much, why he had only given her oral favors and why he was so secretive about it.

His proud smile showed when he saw her excitement, apparently not only erik was keen on the intimate piercing, because barely a moment later she pulled him towards her again.

Another intimate kiss broke out as his hands spread her thighs apart and she felt his cock twitch as he saw her naked sex.

The eyes of the lovers met, a silent assent as he gave her one last light slap on the thigh before Erik finally penetrated her with a few last strokes of his cock.

Almost simultaneously, both of them let out an excited, loud moan, she heard his pleasure-filled cursing and her body slowly got used to the cool ring of his cock in her warm cunt.

“Ngh-fuck that's so good” she heard him mumble as his head rested on her breasts for a moment, she knew he was pulling himself together not to come, considering he hadn't been able to do this for weeks Erik's behavior didn't surprise her at all.

But she herself wasn't any better, every little movement made her moan and whimper, the ring moving inside her, cool in her soft insides and when he almost as if he remembered stroked her clit with his fingers, she held herself trembling against him, “Ah-yes calm down sweetie” she reminded him as if she was doing this for the first time.

So lost in lust that they both wanted more than their bodies could take, he put his fingers back at her side and she held onto his back as best she could as his thrusts made the bed squeak slightly.

Neither of them minded, neither of them cared that the sex went on far too long, that the meeting had already started.

What Erik needed was her, to see her excited expression, the movement of her breasts every time he thrust into her, the trembling of her legs when she wrapped them around his hips, his shudder whenever she left the red stripes on his back.

She needed him more, needed him for an eternity and both of them ignored the ringing cell phones because the only thing that filled the room was the moaning of the two of them not letting go of each other.

Not when they both moaned each other's names and not when they both climaxed...because this session was far from over.

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ps : Knowing that he has a dick piercing, I knew I just had to include it in the fic because, of course, I had to. It just makes Erik even sexier!

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[bevy-obeyme]

Diavolo Facts!!:

- Diavolo hates pickles.

- Stated in a chat, Diavolo admits he find small animals cute. Surprisingly, this includes static spiders.

- He’s afraid of thrill rides as seen in Lesson 58(?) of Original OB and some chats.

- Diavolo shows a dislike to Great Witch Maddi who persisted in trying to marry him at one point.

- Diavolo loves exercise and states to enjoy cycling and running the most.

- Diavolo is a dog person.

- Diavolo’s favourite food is hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies, which Lucifer actually tries to recreate and fails horribly in a Devilgram.

- Diavolo has an insanely strong sixth sense on knowing if someone is lying or not.

—SPOILERS—

- Diavolo’s mother died after childbirth.

- Diavolo’s nervous and hesitant descriptions of his father suggest he had an unloving and distant childhood.

- Barbatos started to serve Diavolo ever since he was a child due to the fact the latter threatened to not become the next demon king if Barbatos didn’t accept.

- Diavolo strives to co-exist with other realms to ascertain he is a suitable heir to the throne, he wants to be better than his father.

[elwenyere]

One of the things I find horribly effective about the lead up to the Ghorman massacre is that, yes, many of the organizers in the Ghorman Front come off as underprepared, underdisciplined, and, as a result, occasionally reckless in their tactics or uninformed in their risk-tolerance analysis. Yet at the same time, it becomes clear that the fascists orchestrating the genocide didn't have any intention of waiting for a suitable provocation to arise on its own. The Empire saw itself as waging a war, and it was eager to manufacture excuses for fresh incursions into Ghorman space. Things continued to get uglier on the ground because that was the intention of the fascists in control of the government. And Senator Oran's attempt to shield Ghormans from retaliation by playing it safe politically still ended with Oran's arrest. So while the public demonstration in Palmo Square didn't prevent the planned, planetary disaster - and it did end in an extreme exercise in state-sponsored, repressive violence - Andor makes clear that staying home and waiting for a safe time to act wouldn't have protected the people of Ghorman either.