#tree removal of a dying tree

[welldigger62]

Going- going - gone

As promised, here’s some pics of the giant tree’s last day.

This was a very skillful crew that took this tree down. I am sure that they were glad it was not windy today. The guy in the boom nipped away at the tree, dropping smaller pieces, one after another.

I did not get to see any more than this, I had to leave for my cardiologist appointment. By the time I got back, everything was cleaned up and they were gone. The stump will be ground out by another crew that probably will come on Monday.

Happy Friday y’all. 😁

[chiropteracupola]

tagged by @transthadymacdermot! I have been eschewing most writing lately on account of. was busy trying to graduate college. but this is a good way to get back into it...

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

just going to add my spreadsheet tonight. look at my table #mytable

and I shall tag... @dxppercxdxver, @vastwinterskies, @sanguinarysanguinity, @fflewddur-feanorion, @dotsayers, and anyone else who would like to play.

[floatyflowers]

Hi, I was wondering if you can do a Dark Male! Maleficent x female reader who is the mother of Aurora?

You were once the beloved of Maleficent, the dark and powerful fae lord, before King Stefan, his closest friend, stole you away, marrying you and making you queen.

When you bear Stefan a daughter, Princess Aurora, Maleficent's betrayed heart turns to vengeance.

He curses the child, ensuring she will die when she pricks her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun sets on her 16th birthday and dies.

Merryweather softened the curse so she would only fall into a deep sleep instead of dying on her sixteenth birthday unless true love’s kiss breaks the spell.

Your husband assigned three fairies to look after Aurora, and they are Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather.

However, you insisted on going with them to look after your daughter, to which Stefan hesitantly agreed.

One evening, as you gathered herbs near the edge of the forest with Aurora, you felt it, a presence, dark and familiar.

"Does Stefan ever visit?"

The voice echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned slowly, your breath catching as he emerged from the trees

Maleficent.

Taller than you remembered, his horns gleaming like polished onyx, his green eyes glowing in the dim light.

His cloak of raven feathers shifted with every step, the air around him humming with restrained power.

"No," you answered softly, gripping your basket tighter. "He never has."

Maleficent's lips curled into a smirk. "How tragic. To abandon his wife and child… just as he abandoned loyalty."

You swallowed hard. "Why are you here?"

His gaze burned into yours.

"I could ask you the same. You were a queen. Now you live in a cottage, hiding like a common thief."

"I'm protecting my daughter," you snapped.

"From me?" He asks.

His gaze turns to the unaware princess as she happily collects the herbs.

"I could remove the curse."

Your heart fills with hope as you quickly demand what he wants.

"What are your conditions?"

"You know what I want," he said.

Your breath hitched.

"I loved you. Before he ever dared whisper your name. I would have razed kingdoms for your happiness, and yet..." His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

"He took you. Lied to me, made me believe you had chosen him."

Your eyes widened. "That’s not true!"

"Is it not?" he snapped, stepping closer, his voice like thunder beneath his breath.

"He told me you saw me as a monster, that you were frightened of what I was, that you were grateful he saved you.”

"I never said that!" you gasped.

"Stefan… he told me you had left, that you were consumed by darkness and no longer cared-"

Maleficent's eyes narrowed, coming to realise what has happened.

"He poisoned us both."

"I would have chosen you," you admit, voice trembling.

"I did choose you. But when he said you were gone, I-"

He was in front of you now, so close, his scent giving you nostalgia.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair from your cheek, the touch was gentle.

"Then come back to me," Maleficent stares firmly.

"You, leave this hollow life behind, the curse remains unless I lift it. But I will not do so unless I know you are mine again."

"I can't just walk away," you said. "She's his daughter too."

"He does not deserve her," Maleficent said coldly. "And you know it. He has not lifted a finger to protect her. You have. You’ve always been the one.”

Your gaze moves to your daughter, thinking matters over.

"Renounce your marriage to him, and I will make you my wife and I will raise Aurora as my daughter and make her the princess of the Moors."

Now, staring back at the Fae king, you make your decision.

You are ready to sacrifice everything for your daughter's safety.

"As long as you keep your promise and lift the curse I will also keep my promise."

Part Two>>>

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

Tintin Tarot, part 2 - the Fool's Journey Continues. Part 1 can be found here! Me and @josephscoat came up with a list of Tintin characters assigned to the major arcana cards in a tarot deck after she realised how well Tintin mapped onto the Fool.

The Hanged Man - Sacrifice, martydom and hesitation. Frank Wolff's death in Explorers on the Moon really stuck with me. I watched the 90s cartoon adaptation of it with a friend recently and even though I knew what was going to happen, it still hit very hard. I replaced the living tree, which represents the potential for growth and knowledge on the original card, with the planet Earth.

Death - New beginnings, metamorphosis, fear of change and decay. Even just for the imagery I had to use Rascar Capac. His use in the narrative seems to demonstrate a fear of the unknown. As the Hierophant and the child from the Sun card appear on the original Death card, I opted to use Rascar Capac as he's in the same story as the Prince of the Sun and Zorrino, who we assigned to the Hierophant and the Sun respectively! Professor Tarragon replaces the dying person on the ground in the original card, and Inti the Incan sun god watches over the scene.

Temperance - Middle path, patience, finding meaning, but also could mean excess and a lack of balance when reversed. Haddock is famous for his tendency to fly off the handle at a moment's notice. But Haddock also has endless patience for Tintin's bullshit. His character arc is one of finding meaning in his life after hitting rock bottom. He is pouring bottles of Loch Lomond, as seen in the Magician card.

The Devil - Addiction, lust, materialism, playfulness. Who else is more devillish than Tintin's arch nemesis, Rastapopoulos? His schemes grow wilder and larger as he pursues wealth and revenge. While sexuality is famously absent from the Tintin series, Rastapopoulos and his associates certainly lust over money and control. Tom and Allan are held in chains, though they are clearly removeable. The choice is theirs if they wish to walk away.

The Tower - Sudden upheaval, disaster, but also an avoidance of disaster in reverse. Calculus' reusable nuclear powered moon rocket was literally ahead of its time, representing a huge shake up in technological advancement in the Tintin universe. However, the moon mission attracted a lot of sabotage and disaster which was narrowly avoided. While the characters had to rely on the rocket for safety, it's not necessarily predictable.

The Star - Hope and rejuvenation, but also discouragement and insecurity in reverse. The phostile meteorite ushered a global wave of panic and speculation initially, but once it landed it became a beacon for competing factions to get to in time. It has a property that allows living things to grow quickly and abnormally large, representing the abundance the Star card is supposed to signal. The Star is supposed to follow the trauma of the Tower. Picking the rocket and meteorite felt thematically appropriate as both have associations with space, a relatively new frontier.

The Moon - Illusions, intuition, fear, confusion, misinterpretation. Professor Phostle jumps to conclusions and makes wild predictions from shaky calculations. He's also conveniently moon shaped.

The Sun - Inner child, joy, truth and liberation from struggle, or sadness and self doubt in reverse. Zorrino escapes the torment and bullying in his village and joins the Inca. Haddock and Tintin are immediately protective over him, with Zorrino being a little younger than Tintin.

Judgement - Releasing baggage, call to action, renewal, moving forward. Ramo Nash breaks free from Rastapopoulos' grasp and saves Tintin's life. I decided to depict the final confrontation scene from Alph Art where he pushes Rastapopoulos off a cliff, to his end.

The World - Culmination, success, completion, but stagnation in reverse. The Fool has seemingly completed his journey - Tintin has it all, a successful fulfilling career, friends who care about him and a manion to live in. But he is, by design, stagnant. Forever a cherub faced boy, stuck in an episodic serial by nature, Hergé wanted to kill him off by sealing him inside a resin statue, freezing him in place for eternity. He will forever be the Boy Reporter.

I dressed him as a Morris dancer because I thought it would be funny

[handweavers]

i find some people really do not understand grief (end post) but specifically grief for really old people who die of natural causes there is this idea that it doesn't make sense to mourn them because they lived a long life and they passed peacefully and their time was simply over and all of those things are true, but a good and quiet death after a long and happy life is not something that removes or lessens grief. it is the ideal grief, yes, it makes it less complicated, but even the most uncomplicated grief is still death and still has the potential to be a life-changing loss. every death of a loved one sits in me like a ring in a tree trunk. this notion incorrectly identifies grief as 'this person died when they should not have' when you can know in your bones that someone died at the right time, that they were ready and wanted to go, and still grieve intensely for them. grief is the knowledge that they are not coming back, that everything you shared exists only now in your memories. even if a person died well - when you have lost people to 'bad' deaths you really appreciate a 'good' death - they are still never coming back, and that is still something you must carry with you for the rest of your life. there is no manner of dying or age of the person who died when that becomes less painful. people want to believe there is a way to lose someone forever that won't break your heart and that is just not true.

[zunibugsiren]

Uprising

18+ ONLY!!!

Hello beauties! The long-awaited one chapter smut for Annie and Smoke is here, this is a chapter from my longer fanfic. The one that has elements of Lovecraft Country. Let me know if you like! Muah, love y'all!

October 15, 1932

The car chugged steadily down an obscure road in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Smoke’s hand gripped the steering wheel firmly as he turned left, into a more shaded area. Trees provided much-needed shade in the heat, and soon pops of blue joined the scene. The blue bottles delicately hanging on the trees provided some comfort. He was home now. It had been years since he left Clarksdale, leaving his daughter’s burial site. Years since he left Annie. But he was back now. 

His head was filled with what the world had imprinted on him, and bags full of cash he killed to get. Now all he needed was his woman.

Smoke turned right, into a secluded road, and gathered the baby’s breath bouquet seated on the passenger's seat. He stopped the car, removed the keys, and stared at his trembling hands before gathering the bouquet and swiftly exiting the car.

The fertile soil smoothed under his shoes as he walked off right into a cleared-off plot of land, right in front of the faded blue cabin. He stopped and knelt down in front of the stone, the red impression of a small child’s hand haunting him as he laid down the flowers delicately in front of the grave. His hands shook.

“Daddy’s here now, baby girl. Daddy’s here,” he muttered. Tears stung his eyes as he gazed at his daughter’s grave. She didn’t even make it a year before dying.

He heard movement behind him and slowly got up and turned to see Annie.

Annie stood still, staring at him. A flicker of disbelief, grief, and longing flashed quickly in her eyes before all he could see was indifference. Annie slowly walked over to Smoke, her full figure covered by her blue tweed patterned dress. Her dress blew softly in the wind caressing her ankles, tendrils of her curls kissing her face right underneath her high cheekbones. She raised her head in defiance. Her rich ebony skin glistened from the day’s work.

Years had passed, and she was still so painfully beautiful.

“Whatcha’ wan with me, Smoke?” her husky voice uttered. It sent a shiver down the soldier’s spine.

“Me’n Stack comin’ back home for good now. Wantin’ to build us a juke joint.”

Annie turned without a word into her cabin. Smoke followed suit.

As Smoke entered her cabin, he was once again struck by the charms and amulets strung up. Herbs and elixirs filled the shelves as he scanned the room, his eyes eventually fell on Annie’s.

Lord, was she so beautiful. Years of being without a woman’s touch were catching up to him and quickly. He clenched his jaw before uttering, “Me and Stack havin’ the openin’ tomorrow and wan’ you to cook for us.”

“Why are you here? I thought y’all hit it big in Chicago.”

He slowly walked up to her, “I done seen so many things, seen so many things. There’s so much power in the world, me and Stack decided to get some of our own. We killed.”

He walked around the table to her. “ We done seen men pass in ways we never thought possible. We came back to bring some of that power here.”

He spoke more intensely now whilst staring into her eyes.

“Annie, I wan’ to come back ‘ere to share that with you.” He stopped walking and stood right in front of her. 

“True power. Money.”

Her face contorted in disgust and disbelief. 

“You fool!”

She walked over to the counter and grabbed a small leather bag. She held it up and shook it in his face. “You think you traveled all ‘cross the world and you come back here talkin’ to me fully bodied and think it’s luck?!”

He clenched his mouth. The mojo bag she created years ago still hung on his neck, and not once did he take it off.

“I know you wearin’ it, Smoke, I can sense it.”

His eyes met hers again and filled with grief.

“If it worked, why didn’t it work for Tiwa?”

Hurt, Annie pulled out her blade and placed it under his neck.

“You don’t get to walk back in here and talk about her,” she stated. Her voice and hand shook with emotion. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at the man.

Smoke’s eyes softened, and he easily took the blade from her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. At his words, a sob escaped Annie as she looked down and cried.

Smoke quickly gathered her in his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please,” he whispered as he tried to get her to look at him.

Annie resisted and struggled out of his embrace. Quickly wiping her eyes, she moved to the entrance of her cabin and out into the early afternoon, gazing at her daughter’s grave. Moments passed in silence, only the sound of rustling trees and whistling wind took up the space. Gathering herself, she looked back at Smoke, staring deep into his eyes.

Smoke stared at Annie as if she held the stars and moon for him. That was his woman, his equal, his soulmate.

Annie saw something in his eyes, and her eyes softened. Again, she asked, only this time softly, “Why you here, Smoke?”

Unable to resist her, Smoke took off his hat, holding it in his right hand and placing it on his chest, and slowly walked up to her.

Standing less than a foot away from her, he looked down and said softly, “I love you and I miss you. I came back for you.”

Heat rushed into her eyes as she pulled him down by his tie. He was closer to her face. Her eyes searched his, and her husky voice said, “Say it again.”

He lowered his face even more, landing a soft kiss on her lips once, then twice.

Still on her lips, he uttered in a deeper voice, “I love you. I miss you. I came back for you.”

Annie yanked on his tie and closed her eyes. His lips captured hers passionately, melding it before dipping his tongue into hers.

He grunted, dropping his hat, and grabbing her ass with both hands roughly. He smacked each cheek twice as he sucked on her tongue.

Annie gasped, eyes opened, giving him the opportunity to delve his tongue deeper before sucking on her tongue.

Annie groaned, her cooze weeping wet, in complete shock.

The many times they made love in the past Smoke was so…restrained. He controlled his roughness with her, but it seemed that Chicago changed a couple of things.

Unbeknownst to Annie, the man had not had any sexual contact with women since her. 

7 years and 293 days without a woman can do that to a man. Seeing her dark, big, beautiful figure had him on the verge of losing his mind.

Annie pulled back from the kiss, panting, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Smoke followed her mouth as she pulled back, intent on getting back inside her.

“W-Wait, we can’t do this here, anybody can come in.” 

“Well, come on,” he gruffly replied.

Annie grabbed his hand, leading him to her home a couple of yards away from her cabin.

As they walked hand in hand, Annie felt him gaining on her, getting closer and closer until they found themselves at her front door, Smoke practically on top of her. Annie dropped her hand to place it on the door knob.

Annie hesitated, unfamiliar with the sexual energy Smoke was exuding.

It felt primal…and desperate. She was no blushing virgin, Smoke having taken care of that, but this was uncharted territory.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered in her right ear as he placed his right hand on hers.

He pressed himself on her, and Annie gasped. 

It had been years since she had taken him, and even then, sex was always a struggle with his size. Her cooze clenched repeatedly.

Annie pressed back and replied in Creole, “Your body remembers mine.”

He grabbed her by the waist and groaned.

Annie opened the door, and Smoke lost it.

Immediately, he slammed the door closed, the open windows providing him enough light as he stalked Annie to her bedroom.

Unable to remove herself from his eye contact, Annie backed into her room as she watched him strip his clothes. 

His suit jacket, his vest, his gun holsters.

Each item dropped with a soft thud, and with each thud, Annie’s heart raced.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, Annie’s ankles hit the back of her bed, causing her to fall onto it.

He finished unbuckling his belt as he entered the room.

He slammed the door closed.

He unzipped his pants, yanked down his drawers, and dragged them down his legs before removing it.

Annie’s eyes were locked on his dick, years later and it still caused her to be nervous.

Unconsciously, she closed her legs in nervousness.

He saw it and took a deep breath, calming himself a bit.

He climbed into the bed, eased her dress up to her stomach, took her legs, and slowly dragged her down to him. He separated her legs slowly and gently. He languidly kissed her left leg from her ankles to her thigh, then her stomach.

He did the same thing to her right leg, making sure both legs were as separated as possible.

He scooted down, placing his hands on her pussy lips and spreading them as wide as possible. His fingers passed through her wet pussy and he grunted, “Fuck, give me that. Give me that sweet pussy.”

Annie’s face contorted in pleasure as her legs shook.

“Such a pretty pussy. This my pretty pussy? This my pussy?,” he asked breathing heavily as he toyed with the inside of her pussy with his fingers, rubbing back and forth.

Annie cried out, almost choking on her saliva as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, it’s yours.”

He pulled his fingers from her and sucked on them hard.

Annie couldn’t help but stare as he sucked his fingers dry.

“You so fucking sweet. I need that from the source.”

Before she could speak, he was between her legs. She pulled herself up just in time to watch him place his tongue on her. Annie made eye contact with Smoke.

Eye contact maintained, tongue flat, he licked her pussy entrance to her clit before enveloping his mouth on it and sucking intensely.

Annie’s body dropped down in pleasure, a groan deep from within her emerged.

“Oh baby, oh fuck me yes!”

Annie started grinding her face on him, her meaty thighs trying to come together, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly as he dug in.

He stuck his tongue deep in her and sucked, causing her eyes to start to cross.

Her face started to contort in pleasure and pain as an intense orgasm was ripped from her.

Annie moaned, the sound being deep and prolonged, as Smoke licked her to completion.

Overstimulated Annie pushed on Smoke’s head as he continued to lick.

Voice croaky and throat parched, Annie feebly pushed on his shoulders and head, “W-wait, y-you ‘ave to g-ugh-give me a break.”

Smoke gave her one last suck, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her puffy wet pussy as he looked up. He licked his lips as he panted, staring at Annie

Chest heaving, he leaned over to her lips and slowly and sensually kissed her, allowing her to taste herself.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled down the top of her dress, allowing one big titty to pop out. He fondled her titty before grabbing a handful and sucking on her nipple. He alternated between kissing her and sucking on her breast. He completely pulled down her top, giving both breasts attention.

He lowered himself, putting part of his weight onto her chest as their tongues danced, allowing his hand to go back to her pussy. He pulled back from kissing to stare into her eyes as he slowly placed one finger inside her.

He felt Annie clench and quickly responded, “It’s not going to hurt, nice and slow with you baby. Remember what you said? I remember you. And your body will remember me.”

He stated his as he gently pushed into the hilt.

Annie felt herself relax, and one finger turned to two, then to three.

By the time Smoke had all three fingers in her, her pussy was gushing. Lewd sounds came from where they were joined, causing Annie’s face to heat up.

He removed his fingers, sucking on them, before allowing Annie to suck on them. He pulled them back as he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

“The only woman I’ve ever been with is you baby. Now you know I love you right?”, he stated gently. 

His hand sneaked down to play with his dick. The purple head was leaking as he fisted it.

Annie nodded, mouth slightly agape. He nodded with her.

His voiced dropped.

“Because I’m going to fuck you real rough baby.”

Smoke leaned down to kiss her as he eased his dick into her. Her wet tight pussy parted, allowing his girthy head to pop in.

Annie groaned, but Smoke slowly rocked in and out of her until he was completely in.

Seeing that she took him, he started pounding into her.

In and out, throughout Annie’s home all you could hear were the obscene noises of his thighs impacting with hers and the sloshing of her wet pussy.

Annie's voice started to pitch really high. She started crying.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

Each thrust caused her to cry out keenly. 

Annie’s body started to do something it hadn’t done in years.

“Ughhhh!Ughhh!”

Wetness began to seep out of her like a hose, more wetness than ever before.

She started becoming worried when it continued at an increased rate. She put a hand on Smoke’s pecs.

“Ugh, baby, I-It’s real intense. I feel ugh!”

Smoke still churning inside of her, started grinding his hips down and in a circle. His face contorting in pleasure. He groaned into her ear, “It’s ok, baby, I need you to feel it. Feel me, baby.”

At the end of her orgasm, Smoke heaved into her one, two, three times. He dug in too deep the third time, causing Annie to let out a low yelp. 

He groaned and shuddered as he came deep inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt, he continued to come for a long time. Annie started to feel him leak around where they were joined, and couldn’t help but moan,  her pussy not having enough room for it all.

Still coming, he pulled out, painting her mons a white pearly color, groaning as he did. He put his dick back in her, thrust deep, and as if pulled deep from within him, spurt a couple of more times inside her before taking a deep breath and collapsing on her hefty bosom.

The entire time Annie lay still, staring at the usually calm and level-headed man.

She attempted to move to clean up, but Smoke, still inside her, plugging her up, quickly but gently grabbed the side of her head and stated, “Stay with me, Annie.”

“Let’s rest. We have a lot to talk about later.”

He lifted his head, still inside her, kissed her gently as they both fell asleep.

[sunday-bug]

Riding Bucky

Pairing: Congressman/Motorcycle Riding Bucky x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: pure filth

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

Synopsis: Bucky enjoys a motorcycle ride out of the city with his favourite girl. What happens in the woods, stays in the woods.

Hope you all enjoy this one!

You hear an engine rev outside of your apartment and just know it’s him. A shiver runs up your spine in excitement.

Bucky mentioned his motorcycle on your first date, and you’ve been dying for him to take you on a ride since. This weekend’s weather was the perfect excuse. You picked out the most sensible outfit you could while still feeling sexy: blue jeans, a black silk tank, and your beloved brown leather jacket. You swipe your favorite red lipstick over your lips and fluff your hair.

Three knocks rap on your door and you answer.

“Wow. You look gorgeous and ready to ride,” Bucky says while hugging you tightly. He’s also in a leather jacket, black, with black jeans and boots. You’re used to seeing him in a suit and tie lately for his congressional duties, so this was hot. “I have a helmet for you on the bike. You ready?”

“Yes!” You try not to squeal with excitement, but fail. Bucky grabs your hand and squeezes, leading you to the elevator. Once the doors close he looks at you and smiles, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“Me too,” you reply with a quick peck on his cheek.

The elevator doors open and you walk out into the warm mid morning air. Bucky takes the spare helmet from the back of the bike and walks over to you.

“Gotta protect your pretty little head,” he says while clipping the chin strap closed. “Feel ok?”

You nod in response, knowing your hair will be a windblown wreck later. Bucky reaches for your hand again and leads you to the bike, helping you on. Once you’re settled, he puts his own helmet on and straddles one leg over the bike before seating himself and revving the engine to life. You place your arms around his waist and try not to focus on how good the combination of his muscled body and the vibration from the engine feels against you.

“Ready, doll?” He asks over the noise.

You give him a thumbs up and you’re off. The wind feels so good that you don’t care about your hair anymore. He drives for miles until you’re outside of the city on a long stretch of road surrounded by trees. Bucky reaches back to touch your thigh reassuringly as you go around a sharp bend in the road. He squeezes instinctively, and you feel your body respond. You squeeze your arms around him tighter and get the cheeky idea to move a hand lower to the crotch of his jeans. He grips your thigh harder and slows down the motorcycle, pulling off into a secluded woody area. Once the bike is turned off, Bucky stands up and helps you off, removing your helmet and his.

“You trying to make me wreck?” He asks with a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” you reply sheepishly.

“Don’t be. I liked it,” he says, taking a step towards you. You feel your stomach flutter and your thighs clench together. He traces a line with his flesh hand down your cheek to the outline of your breast.

“Buck, what are you doing? We’re in public,” you giggle, pretending to escape his touch.

Bucky looks around the deserted area, “I don’t see anyone,” he grabs your ass with his metal hand and whispers in your ear, “I can’t even see the road from here.”

You moan softly and can’t deny just how much you want him to take you now. You reach down under the waistband of his jeans and feel that he’s already hard for you.

“Where should we…” you trail off as you see Bucky eyeing the motorcycle with intensity. You feel precum on your fingers and continue to work him under his jeans. He groans, “On the bike.”

Your entire body lights up at the idea and you both rush back to it. Bucky sits down on the seat and gestures to you to sit in his lap, “I wanna see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

You strip your jeans off and lay them over the handlebars, revealing a lacy blue thong. You start to take it off before Bucky interrupts you, “Keep it on, baby.” You notice he’s taken his cock fully out of his jeans and is stroking it while watching you undress. You feel yourself get even wetter as you walk over to him and straddle yourself over his thick thighs.

“These new?” He gestures to your underwear as he grinds his hips up into you, creating a delicious friction.

“Mhmm,” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “I thought you’d like them.”

“I’m going to make a mess of them,” he growls, sliding the blue lace to the side to feel your slickness. You loved when Bucky talked dirty. He slid a flesh finger into you and cupped your clit with his hand, letting you ride on it. “You’re naughty today, huh? You nervous someone might drive down here and see you coming all over my hand?”

His comment makes you snap. You remove his hand and put the slicked finger into your mouth, tasting your own arousal and sucking. Bucky’s cock jumps at the feeling, and he picks you up and sets you down on top of it, pushing your underwear to the side and guiding himself inside until you’re full of him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Bucky sighs into the hollow of your neck before nipping and kissing you there. He moves his hands up your shirt and pinches your nipples slightly. You let out a whimper.

“I love watching you whine for me, doll,” he says, picking up speed.

You look down and see his wet cock fucking you and feel your pussy clench, “I love watching you fuck me, Buck.”

“Oh, God,” he groans, “We should have gone for a ride sooner.” He lets out an exasperated laugh.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, focusing on how good he’s making you feel. A slight breeze catches your bare skin and you shiver. “I’m so close, baby,” you cry out.

“Fuck, me too,” he yelps. You watch the line between his eyebrows deepen in concentration as he grips your ass and feel yourself let go on him, crying out.

“Good girl,” he looks into your eyes as you come and doesn’t break contact. His pupils dilate slightly and his movements slow.

“Where should I?” He asks gently.

“In me. Please,” you reply, spent.

You feel his warmth fill you as he groans. You stand up after a few seconds and feel some of it spill into your underwear.

“I’ll clean you up when we get back,” he says, pulling you in for a deep kiss. “I promise.”

“Can we do this every weekend?” You ask and he laughs.

[andy-15-07]

An heir of Rome

PAIRING: Lucius Verus Aurelius x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1485

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The grand marble halls of the Palatine Hill glowed golden under the setting Roman sun. Empress Y/N gazed out over the sprawling Forum, her silk stola cascading around her like water, the fine fabric embroidered with golden laurels befitting her station. A servant entered quietly, bowing low.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” the servant said softly, head bowed, “the Emperor awaits you in the gardens.”

Y/N smiled faintly, already knowing what this would mean. Lucius Verus Aurelius, her husband and the newly crowned ruler of the Roman Empire, often found peace among the blooming flora of their private sanctuary, far removed from the relentless politics of the Senate and the demands of the people. She dismissed the servant with a wave and made her way to him.

She found Lucius standing beneath an olive tree, his golden-brown curls illuminated by the dying light of day. He wore his imperial toga loosely, the purple of royalty draped casually over his powerful shoulders. He turned at the sound of her footsteps, his face breaking into a rare, unguarded smile reserved only for her.

“Y/N,” he said warmly, closing the distance between them. His hands found hers, calloused from years of training with the sword, yet gentle as they enveloped her smaller ones. “You’ve been hiding from me today.”

“I’ve been thoughtful,” she replied, her tone teasing but her gaze searching his. “Your Senate meetings are as tedious for me to hear about as they are for you to attend.”

Lucius chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “You’ve no idea. If I could abandon them all and spend my days here with you, I would.”

“You’d miss the thrill of the arena,” she countered, raising a brow. “And the glory of Rome.”

His expression softened. “Rome is nothing without you by my side, Y/N. I meant every word I said when we wed. You are my equal in all things.”

Her heart swelled at his words, though a shadow of uncertainty flickered within her. What she had to tell him now would change their lives forever.

“Lucius,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “there’s something I must tell you.”

His brow furrowed, concern flashing in his amber eyes. “What is it, my love?”

She took his hand and placed it over her abdomen, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am with child.”

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Lucius stared at her, uncomprehending, before the realization dawned. His eyes widened, and a joyous laugh escaped his lips.

“By the gods!” he exclaimed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms and spinning her around. “An heir! Y/N, you’ve given me the greatest gift of all.”

His exuberance was contagious, and she found herself laughing as well, her worries momentarily forgotten. He set her down gently but kept his hands on her waist, his expression turning serious.

“Are you well? Have you seen the physicians? You must take no risks. Tell me what you need, and it shall be done.”

“I am well,” she assured him, touched by his concern. “And I have already consulted with the palace medics. They say all is as it should be.”

He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze fierce and tender. “You must promise me, Y/N. No more long walks in the heat, no late nights with the advisors. I will not have anything threaten you or our child.”

“I promise,” she said softly, placing a hand over his. “But you must promise me something in return.”

“Anything.”

“You will not let the weight of Rome crush you, Lucius. You are a warrior, but even warriors need rest.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. “As long as I have you, I will never falter.”

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Months passed, and as Y/N’s belly swelled, Lucius grew more protective. He personally oversaw her safety, ensuring no harm could come to her. Their nights were filled with quiet moments of intimacy, his hands resting on her abdomen as they spoke of the future.

Finally, the day arrived. The palace was thrown into a flurry of activity as Y/N went into labor. Lucius refused to leave her side, despite the protests of the midwives.

“Stay with me,” Y/N whispered, her face pale but determined.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her, his voice steady despite the fear gripping his heart.

Hours passed, each moment stretching into eternity. Y/N’s cries of pain tore at Lucius, but he held her hand, whispering words of encouragement and love.

At last, a sharp cry filled the room, and the midwife held up a squirming, red-faced infant.

“It’s a girl,” she announced, her voice reverent.

Lucius stared in awe as the child was placed in Y/N’s arms. Her tiny features were delicate, yet she cried with the force of a storm, filling the room with her presence.

Lucius knelt beside Y/N, tears streaming down his face as he touched the soft cheek of his daughter.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Our daughter. Our future Empress.”

Y/N smiled weakly, her exhaustion evident, but her joy radiant. “She will rule Rome one day, Lucius. And she will do so with strength and wisdom.”

Lucius pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his heart overflowing. “She will be the greatest ruler Rome has ever known. Just like her mother.”

He held his daughter in his arms, marveling at her tiny fingers curling around his. “You have my heart already, little one,” he murmured. “I will protect you and your mother with my life.”

The room was quiet now, save for the soft cooing of their newborn daughter nestled against Y/N’s chest. The midwives had retreated to give the imperial family a moment of privacy, leaving Lucius, Y/N, and their child surrounded by the glow of flickering oil lamps.

Lucius knelt beside the bed, his fingers brushing against the baby’s cheek in awe. Her tiny features were a perfect blend of them both—Y/N’s delicate nose and soft lips, framed by the faintest wisp of golden-brown hair, like his own.

“She’s so small,” Lucius whispered, his voice filled with reverence. “And yet, she already feels like the strongest part of me.”

Y/N smiled through her exhaustion, cradling the baby close. “She’s already taken your heart, hasn’t she?”

“Completely,” Lucius admitted, his amber eyes gleaming with unshed tears. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the top of his daughter’s head with infinite tenderness. “I’ve never known love like this, Y/N. Not until you, and now her.”

He straightened, his expression shifting to one of solemnity as he looked between his wife and child. “She deserves a name worthy of her destiny. She will not just be our daughter; she will be a symbol of hope for Rome, a future Empress who will rule with wisdom and grace.”

Y/N tilted her head, her tired eyes soft with curiosity. “Have you chosen a name, my love?”

Lucius nodded, a small smile breaking through his seriousness. “Aurelia. For the golden light she brings into our lives and the strength she will carry as our heir. Aurelia Verina.”

“Aurelia,” Y/N repeated, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at their daughter. “It’s perfect, Lucius.”

Their daughter stirred in her arms, her tiny fingers curling instinctively around Y/N’s thumb. Lucius watched the interaction with awe before gently taking one of the baby’s hands in his own, marveling at her fragility.

“She will be loved, cherished,” he vowed, his voice steady despite the emotion behind it. “And she will know the strength of her mother’s heart.”

Y/N reached for Lucius’ hand, entwining their fingers as they gazed down at Aurelia together. “And she will know the courage of her father,” Y/N added softly. “With us, she will never lack for love.”

Lucius settled onto the edge of the bed beside Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. For a moment, the weight of Rome seemed distant, unimportant compared to the warmth of his wife and daughter in his arms.

Aurelia shifted again, letting out a small cry. Y/N chuckled, adjusting the blanket around the baby. “She already has your spirit, Lucius. Fierce and demanding attention.”

Lucius laughed, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room. “If she has your patience, she’ll balance it well. Together, she’ll be unstoppable.”

As the baby quieted, Lucius leaned his head against Y/N’s, his lips brushing her temple. “This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, Y/N. A family. A future.”

“And Rome will be stronger for it,” Y/N murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

For the first time in what felt like years, Lucius allowed himself to relax, to be not just Emperor, but a husband and father. As Aurelia drifted into sleep, Y/N leaned into Lucius’ embrace, and the three of them shared a quiet moment of peace, wrapped in love and the promise of tomorrow.

In the stillness, Lucius whispered to his daughter, “Sleep well, Aurelia. You are the light of our lives and the hope of Rome. I will protect you with every breath I have.”

And with that, Lucius tightened his hold on his family, feeling an unshakable sense of purpose. Rome’s future was no longer an abstraction—it was here, in his arms. And he would ensure it would flourish.

[schistostegapennata]

can you talk about moss poaching i'm actually really curious

How can I refuse! Absolutely!!! It sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's actually very sad.

So, let's start off with some numbers. Every year, the moss black market is estimated to garner up to $165 million for trafficking approximately 82 million pounds of moss.

I cannot even wrap my mind around how much moss that is.

You might ask, why does moss poaching exist and why is it so lucrative? Well, the quality that has made mosses the prey of an illegal trade is simply their aesthetic appeal. Soft, velvety, and moist, mosses are extremely pleasant to the touch and calming to look at. Some people are willing to pay large amounts of money to collect them and put them in private gardens. However, most of the mosses that move in this underground black market are actually sold to companies/wholesalers for use in potting/gardening soil, plant nurseries, decor, and as craft materials. The majority of the preserved mosses in your run-of-the-mill chain craft store, planters, floral wreaths, or very-much-dead living wall decorations are gathered illegally, bleached to death, and then dyed green. This goes for a lot of prepackaged peat moss and soil mix blends as well.

Even though it is illegal to gather moss in public places (in the US, at least), people still harvest it. Why? Probably because there's a fair amount of money to be made and the consequences are very rarely enforced, and when they are, they are quite light--usually a $50 fine at worst if you're caught. Most of this black market moss is actually poached from the national park system, with Appalachia and the Pacific Northwest usually being the hardest hit regions.

Mosses play vital roles in many ecosystems, provide homes for threatened species, regulate water distribution in forests, and help with erosion, so their loss is a terrible blow. Additionally, moving such large quantities of mosses from one location to another may spread unwanted, invasive hitchhikers, like insects that lay their eggs in the plants, or even seeds and spores.

I'll end on this thought:

It can take 20 years for a small patch of moss removed from a fallen tree to grow back with the right moisture conditions.

How long would it take to regrow 82 million pounds?

[mimiii-3]

saboteur has been on my mind recently and lives rent free.. What will happen IF batsib escapes with darling to spite the batfam for neglecting them? Like get rid of every tracker, remove all traces that they were there, move to a place far away that they won't be able to find both of them? Like a far away country or something..

I like the way you think!

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Saboteur: Two Most Wanted

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: typical yandere themes, platonic friend/sibling relationship between darling and batsib

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What if batsib, reeling from the family confrontation, snuck darling out of the manor…

🦇

Being the least favorite Wayne has its perks. You can snoop around the bat cave, explore the manor grounds, and more without a single glance your way. That includes finding the weak point in the manor’s security system.

You slip through a small pass tucked between a dying tree and a thorn-covered shrub. You duck your head and run across the inembellished yard. You stop just below a barred window, the yellow light peeking between the iron rods.

You reach down and grab a small handful of pebbles to throw at the window. Each pebble ricochets lightly off the window, falling to the damp grass below.

It isn’t until the eighth stone that you see movement behind the window. Darling, a meek little thing, peers down at you from their prison. Their eyes light up when they see your face.

“Good,” you think. Bruce and the others must not have told them what you did. You raise your hand and point to the nearest back door of the manor.

Darling nods in excitement before disappearing from view. You briskly walk to the back door that nears the East side of the manor. You crouch behind a potted plant and wait for Darling.

Darling approaches the door and waves excitedly. You return their smile before holding up a pair of garden shears. Darling nods and readies their hand on the doorknob.

Darling wears a collar with a tracker in it. You’ll have a small window of about thirty seconds to cut the collar off before Tim is alerted. The bat boys kept the collar breakable in case of an emergency.

You breathe out slowly then mouth ‘now’ to Darling. Darling throws open the door and slips a finger between the collar and their neck. The shears easily cut the collar and you toss it back into entryway.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Darling squeals in delight before hugging you. You shush them quickly and grab their hand. The two of you dart across the yard, back to the opening you found.

You drag Darling through the dense wood behind the manor. Your car sits on the side of the road, nearly invisible sitting in the dark of night. You usher Darling into the passenger seat then make your way to the driver’s.

The car roars to life as you turn the key in the ignition. You press your foot against the gas pedal and fly down the empty road.

Darling turns to you, tears brimming in their youthful eyes. “Why did you save me?” Darling sniffles pathetically, “Tim said that you left me.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at Tim’s blatant manipulation. You were gone less than a day and he already tried to ruin your friendship with Darling. You gather your thoughts before pacifying Darling, “No, Button. You know I would never leave you. I just…needed to get away for a little. That’s all.”

You watch them visibly perk up after hearing the nickname you gave them. Darling wipes their eyes with the sleeve of their oversized sweater. “Well now that I know you still like me, where do we go from here?” Darling reaches for your hand on the armrest and holds it in theirs.

A mischievous smile makes its way across your face as the car merges onto the highway. You peek at Darling out of the corner of your eye, “What do you think about Metropolis?”

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Extra Notes: batsib has a friend (or love interest????) in metropolis they think might help🤭

[rosecoloredtarot]

I think people have become so far removed from the natural world that "witnessing nature do it's thing" is often misinterpreted as having mystical significance.

This is not meant to be a judgement of anyone, no one here is the reason we live in a society away from the wilds. But I think that the little to no exposure people have with non-human spaces turns perfectly ordinary occurrences into something of a spectacle.

"I keep seeing large groups of crows around, who is trying to reach out?" Probably no one, crows are diurnal flock animals that actively seek out people because they are smart and know we have lots of stuff they can scavenge.

"This tree in my yard put out SO many flowers but seems to be dying now, did someone curse me?" Nope! Trees, particularly fruit trees, can stress bloom, where they put out tons of flowers in response to any number of stressors. Might wanna see if you can fix the stressors to save the tree.

"I was walking around during a storm and lightning hit a tree I was near, what does that mean?" It means you should thank your lucky stars you didn't get hit yourself. Lightning wants to touch the ground so badly and will zap the tallest thing around because that is the fastest way there.

"A cat gave birth under my house, do I have a familiar now?" Maybe. But under the house is dry, warm and relatively safe. She picked that spot because its a good place to keep her babies.

All of these things and more happen ALL THE TIME, we just aren't as aware of them as we used to be. Seeing nature in action is incredible and special in it's own right, just maybe not in the way you want it to be.

[delicatefury]

Look. I have literally no horse in this race when it comes to the WGA/SAG Hollywood strike. I do not watch enough TV or movies to be affected and I’m not a part of the industry. I really haven’t cared.

As a lawyer and orchardist, however, I am now utterly entranced by the fact that some Universal Studios exec thought it was a good idea to cut down city-owned trees in the middle of summer.

There is no way to get around the absolute clusterfuck they have brought down upon themselves.

First, the ownership question. These trees are not owned by Universal. They’re the City of Los Angeles’ trees. That means the responsibility, and the right, to maintain them belongs to the city government. If you want to touch city property like that, you better have their permission. If not, you’re looking at anything from fines, to replacement/maintenance costs, to jail time.

Now, I don’t know LA, and I’m not licensed in California, but a lot of cities also require permits for any massive trimming like that that can affect public property (like the roads and sidewalks).

Second, they have zero excuses that can even remotely minimize the trouble they’re in. Anything that justifies that kind of pruning at this time of year would have likely required the full removal and destruction of the trees.

Because that level of pruning? You don’t do that in summer. You absolutely do not do that in summer unless the trees are dying or infested with something. Why? Because summer is healthy growth time. Summer is when your trees need all the energy they can get so they can grow and strengthen their branches and roots.

It’s also when they’re susceptible to diseases. Various bacteria, fungi, and insects strike during the summer and can cause severe damage. By trimming those trees so severely, not only are there a ton of gapping wounds for diseases to enter the tree, they’re now stressed by trying to replace that lost growth, which makes it even harder for them to survive any further damage.

Basically, Universal Studios might end up accidentally killing the trees. Which will make everything so much worse.

So, yeah. Now I’m invested.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

HI I LOVE UR WORKS could I pls request like a mean dom ex bf Luke Castellan x fem reader who just canNOT get over him 🙏 it’s ok tho cuz we can get under him instead 😍 (smutty ofcccc)

DON’T STOP ~ L. CASTELLAN

lowk based of this p link

ex!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

🎀🤍 - It’s been awkward around camp since you and Luke broke up, even worse since you miss him so much..

Oral!fem receiving , Luke being a meanie , teasing , rough&dom!Luke , squirting , sum fluff at the end

EVEN THOUGH HE WAS YOUR EX, AND HE broke things of with you, you couldn’t help but stare at every chance you got. When he was practicing sword fighting with another camper, or when your gazes met at the picnic benches during breakfast.

And Luke hated this. It made his blood boil, those sweet looks you sent him. The innocent doe look as your round eyes widened each time he finally gave in and stared back. The few seconds he actually managed to make eye contact with you he saw that desire that he was all too familiar with swirl in your irises. Then again, it made him chuckle each time you turned away from his strong gaze, shyness overtaking you.

Yet, it made him cocky, knowing he still had that power over you despite breaking things off. It made him want to get closer and see just how much you blushed at his presence. He wanted to feel the way your body stiffened when he touched you, before eventually melting with each gentle caress. It was sick, how much pleasure it brought him to think about messing with you. But, he also couldn’t deny that he had his own desires that needed to be fulfilled. So it wasn’t all that twisted because part of that want for you was because of his own lust and not just his ego.

Even now, as Luke stares at you from across the field, his helmet adorning blue whilst yours red, he could sense that same desire seep from your body. He wanted to soothe that ache he knew pooled under those leggings you were wearing. He took the opportunity as he snuck through the trees like an animal, and saw you, guarding a red flag stuck into the dirt.

If you could even call it guarding. Your back was turned to him, picking at the flowers by your feet, you sat atop of a tree stump nearly dying of boredom. Your helmet and sword had been discarded and rest on the grass next to you. You gasped, feelings sharp tip dig into your back.

“You never learn.” A familiar voice that sent chills down your spine echoed into your ears. “How many times did I tell you, never get distracted.”

“Many times.” You replied, voice weak and small. You slowly turned your head, peeking at him over your shoulder. Your eyes holding that same doe eye look as you stared up at him innocently. He removed the faux sword from your back, squatting down to reach your height. “Luke.”

He took your chin between his fingers and thumb, staring intensely into your eyes. “You’re a stupid girl, y/n.” He leaned his so close that his lips nearly brushed over yours, “But so irresistible.”

You gulped down thickly, “Lu..”

“You’re not gonna be eating dinner tonight, you’re going to stay in your cabin.” Luke demanded, not even asking you, but stating it like it was a fact of the future.

“But—“ You stumbled over your words pathetically, breathing heavily against his pink lips that were so close and yet so far. “Luke.”

“It’s an order.” He stood up, tone cold and harsh as he ripped the flag from the ground and began walking away.

“Hey!” It was the loudest your feeble voice had been the whole interaction, your hands reaching for the sword by your side as he paused. “The whole point of the this game is to not let the opposing team win the flag.”

Luke let out a mocking laugh, turning around to look at your like you were dumb. “What, and you’re gonna fight me for it?”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance against the greatest swordsman of all of Camp Half-Blood, and yet you still allowed the words to slip your mouth. “Yes.”

He shook his head, tossing the flag aside. “Fine.” He readied his sword, pointing at you threateningly, “Have it your way.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, mimicking his actions and sucking in a deep breath. You truly couldn’t go against Luke even if you put all your might into it. You were a fool for even instigating a dual, and that same proclamation ended in you on your stomach, cheek digging into the grass with your sword knocked across the field. Luke held both your wrist behind your back, knees on either side of your hips as his hard on pressed against your backside.

“You’re a stupid girl.” He repeated his mean words from earlier, this time so close to your ear that his breath tickled the side of your face. His grip on your was getting painful, but it felt numb as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your temple. “You’ll learn one day.”

He stood up, releasing you from his grip as he walked away, picking the flag up and disappearing into the trees. You’re team was going to give you so much shit for this.

THIS IS STUPID, Luke Castellan was your ex. What type of control does he have that you had to listen to him? You’d been pacing around the empty cabin during dinner time for five minutes.

“Aren’t you gonna eat, sister?” One of your siblings asked before leaving, watching you with curiosity as you laid under the covers.

“Not tonight, I feel a little sick.” You lied, even mustering up a fake whine as you gripped your stomach. “Go ahead, I’ll be fine.” And within a few moments, she was gone, and you waited and waited, which left you to pacing. “Fuck this.” You stomped towards the door, deciding that you shouldn’t listen to him, because who was he? Ordering you to do what he wanted.

“Where are you going?” Luke asked smugly as his gaze met yours when you opened the door. “I told you to stay here.”

You stepped back slowly, “I was going to eat.” Your voice had become stronger, but that didn’t mean that your mind felt anymore confident when confronting the son of Hermes.

He shut the door, following each step you took backwards by stepping forward, his smirk very clear, even in the dark atmosphere. “But I told you not go, to wait for me here.”

“Well, I’m not gonna listen to everything you say, Luke.” You stopped, feeling your legs collided again the side of one of the bunk beds. It was yours, and you could tell by the curtains you had Luke nail onto the top for extra privacy. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore.”

He let out another chuckle, something about your words had entertained him so much that he’d revealed his pearly canines. But in a split second it dropped, he hurled at you, pushing you against the bed and pining your arms above your head. You’d be lying if you said that this didn’t soak your panties almost immediately.

“I tell you do things, baby, ‘cause you don’t know how to do them yourself.” Luke whispered into your neck, planting sweet kisses along it’s curve and your shoulder. Then he began sucking, leaving bruises behind and then soothing them by licking gently against the purple skin. “Did I really fuck you so dumb that you just can’t comprehend when someone tells what to do.”

You sigh at his touch, “Stop calling me stupid, Luke.”

He huffed out a laugh, trailing further down your chest kissing at the tops of your tits that spilled out the white tank top you had on. “It’s what you are, I mean, you can hardly form a sentence when I just so much as look at you.”

You whine, “I can speak for myself.” You said in a whisper, tugging at the grip he had on your wrist.

He lifted his head from it’s spot in the valley of your tits. “Then tell me,” He took one hand, still restraining you with the other, “what do you want.” You went silent, brain going foggy as he inched a warm hand under your tank top, under your bra. “I said, what do you want me to do, stupid girl.”

You whined, “Fuck, I want you to eat me out.” Your tone was meant to come out a lot more stronger then it actually did, it nearly sounded like you were pleading.

“Aww, look at my girl, finally learning a new thing.” He cooed, letting go of your wrist and lifting his head from your chest. He caressed your face, eyes lowering down to your lips and inching closer just like how he did in the forest earlier. “I really meant it when I said your irresistible, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, purposely avoiding your lips. “I‘ve missed your taste.”

“Then why have you been a dickhead and ignoring me since we broke up.” You muttered, bringing your now free hands to wonder up and down his toned arms. “You could’ve had me if you wanted me.”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I’ve been doing anything but ignoring.” He squeezed your hip, finally dipping his head to kiss you desperately. It was a messy and hot kiss, full of desire, clashing teeth, and tongue. Your hands had lifted to cup his face, eyes pressed shut as you took in this long awaited make out. Nothing could describe the lust that emitted from the kiss alone, how heavy the both of you inhaled through your nose, refusing to part your mouths and breath.

But it eventually had to come, Luke grew impatient and hungry as he was the first to pull away, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed roughly. He fell to his knees in a heartbeat, pulling off your shorts in one swift move and shoving your panties the side. He then folded your legs just enough so your whole cunt was exposed and openly glistening in the little bit of light that illuminated the cabin.

He nearly came just at the sight of it, leaning down to begin his feverish licking and sucking on your folds. You let out a surprised moan, not expecting him to dive into your pussy like a starved man. Your hand flew to his dark curls, the other gripping the pretty pink sheets you already knew were going to be ruined by the time he was finished.

After all, dinner time was a whole hour and thirty, giving him plenty of time to enjoy his meal without stop. Luke flicked his tongue in and out your hole teasingly before moving to suck on your clit loudly. The noises were disgusting, a sloppy combination of slurping and high pitched moans. He lightly shook his head against you, digging his features into you, his grip on your thighs tightening each time you attempted to push them down.

“Fuck, Luke, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You moaned, legs trembling at the way he worked his tongue against you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You nearly screamed, your grip on his curls painful but he didn’t even mind it. He didn’t even flinch as you began to leak milky cum from your cunt, he just continued to lick at your sensitive bud. You did everything in your power to try and get him away, pushing at his shoulders, gripping his arms, shoving away his face, letting out choked whines of surrender. “I can’t—“ Each feeble attempt in getting your point across was interrupted by your own moans and squeaks as he brushed over your overstimulated clit.

You’re pussy was probably a mess of spit, cum, and arousal mixing together, yet something about that was so addictive to Luke. It wasn’t like he didn’t hear your pleas, or that he was ignoring them, he truly couldn’t pull away. He was letting animalistic groans each times he swiped his tongue onto your pussy, letting the wetness fill his taste buds.

He couldn’t help it when he just pushed your legs closer to your chest whenever you squirmed and attempted to push the closed. He heard you whines and it only fed his own pleasure, his licks became quicker, more messy if that was even possible. He was out of breath and heaving, yet didn’t pull back for a second, he just kept stuffing his face back into your cunt. He noted the way you nearly screamed whenever he fucked his tongue into and rolled with it, repeating the motion as his nose stimulated your clit.

With that you were letting out the most pornographic moans he’d ever heard come from you. Your attempts to shove him away for noticeably more frantic and aggressive, you’re whines, despite being almost unintelligible, begged for him to stop. There was a overwhelmingly tight coil in your stomach that just felt different compared to your last orgasm, it went from your stomach and moved down in waves. Before you could let another push to his shoulder you threw your head back and gripped the sheets desperately. You heard a gentle squelch, very faint but it made your eyes widen in horror as you sat up at stared down at Luke.

He finally pulled away, wiping away at the wetness that dropped down his chin and onto his neck. He fell back on his knees, a drowsy smirk on his lips and heavy eyelids that stared back at you. You squirted, and all over his face at that. “Fuck.” Was all he could mutter, biting his lower lip as he stared at you. “That was..so fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands as you groaned. “I made a mess.”

He leaned up, removing your hands and lightly pecking your lips. “A beautiful mess, baby.” He whispered, “I bet I can make it happen again.”

“No!” You squeezed your legs shut, shoving his shoulder as he laughed, gently caressing your thigh. “Dinner is almost over and you need to leave before anyone notices you were here in the first place.”

“I don’t care if they see me, they probably already heard you.” He stood up, making you notice the painful bulge that outline the cargo shorts he had on.

“Oh, fuck, Luke.” You whispered. He didn’t have to ask what you were referring to with your pitiful tone as you stared at his hardened dick without shame.

“Don’t worry about.” He reassured, digging into his pocket to pull out a picture. “I’ve got you to help me out later in the night.” With closer examination, you noticed that it was an old photo that he’d taken months before the breakup. You laid down on a bed, shirt lifted just enough to show your tits, legs spread open with a cock shoved in your cunt.

“You’re dirty.” You slapped his leg, but a sheepish smile betrayed any ounce of annoyance you were trying to display. You leaned down to grab your shorts, but before you put them back on you paused. You looked up at Luke, who wasn’t paying attention as he slipped the photo back into his side pocket, and then at your lap. You stood up and slipped out of your panties, balling them up and offering it to Luke like a present. “You can have ‘em, they’re ruined because of you anyway and it could be useful for helping you later.”

Luke let out a chuckle, not even blinking as he took them and shoved them into his pocket. “Thank you.” He took your waist, his hand trailing down to the plush cheeks of your ass and squeezing the flesh. He leaned into close of the night with a another hungry kiss, except he replaced the painful lust with love and devotion. He regretted ever letting you escape his arms, and knew that he wouldn’t do it again, no matter what. He kneeled down, picking up the shorts he’d discarded and lightly kiss your thigh, you stepped into them, watching with admiration as he dragged them back up.

“I love you.” You weren’t sure if maybe it was too soon to confidently say the words once more but part of you didn’t care.

Luke didn’t know either, but he definitely knew in his whole heart that he didn’t give a fuck. “I love you too.” You walked to the cabin door, feeling a pool of dread as he opened it and slowly let go of your hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You nodded, giving him a smile before he was gone, the door shutting completely with a quiet click.

“Hey, Luke, where were ya?” You heard a fellow camper call out just moments after Luke’s exit. “Didn’t get some dinner before bed?”

“Nah, man, don’t worry.” Luke shrugged it off, he voice getting more faint the farther he went, but you definitely heard him say: “I already ate.”

Natti speaks !!: I actually ended up liking this way more than I thought so a big thank u to the person who sent this request in🫶🏼🫶🏼 Luke Castellan is js to fine and he needs to be stopped.

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[cassieopeauh]

Stake to the Heart

Pairings: Mary (Sinners) x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Summary: Mary goes off to seduce and kill a drunk guy to feed herself and Y/n. Y/n waits in the woods for Mary to come back with dinner .A vampire hunter sees Mary and Y/n and goes after Y/n to kill her. Mary kills the hunter but Y/n is badly injured. Will she survive??? (Jk she lives I’m not cruel enough to kill off Mary’s forever gf)

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings⚠️: Lots of gore yall. Blood. So much blood. Gunshot wound. Silver bullet burning away constantly self-healing flesh. Strangling. Stabbing/Staking. Throat ripping. Eye gouging. Description of a dying/dead body. Reopening newly healed wound and cutting away flesh in order to remove a bullet. Punching. Kicking. I think that’s it. Maybe just a smidge of suggestive content I don’t remember.

A/N: idk if all of what I wrote conforms to the sinners vampire lore/vampire rules. For the sake of the plot let’s ignore any minor plot holes plz 🙏. Also reader’s appearance is unspecified but is written as a woman.

The humid Mississippi air hung thick beneath the Spanish moss that dangled from the branches of the oak and sweetgum’s that lined the empty dirt road. Two figures cloaked in shadows strolled along at a leisurely pace with their hands intertwined.

“You smell them magnolias darlin’?” Mary asked her current company.

You tilted your head up and towards Mary and her pale pink clad frame. The white buttons adorning the front of her dress reflected the soft moonlight peaking through the clouds.

“Yes, what about it?” You asked keeping your eyes on hers and waited for an explanation while you both kept your pace towards your destination.

“Means we’re gettin’ close is all. Front of the buildin’ is lined with em.” You nodded with a hum in response as you took in a deep breath to savor the sweet smell of magnolia blossoms.

The two of you were on your way to a bar on the outskirts of the town you were in. Those who got blackout drunk and tried to stagger their way back made easy victims of themselves for bloodthirsty creatures like yourselves.

“Now when we get there, I don’t want you goin’ after the first drunk fool you see. You leave everything to me and I’ll make sure you get to feed.” She spoke in a low voice with a slight smirk while looking at you.

It wasn’t that you were incapable of catching your own prey, even though you were only a vampire of 5 years you were still capable of taking care of your vampiric needs. Mary simply had a tendency to provide feeding opportunities for you herself. Using this as a way to keep you away from the handsy men in situations that required seducing prey and luring them into the shadows and ripping out their throats.

You smiled a bit knowing that there was no arguing with her over this, yet finding comfort in her protectiveness.

“Alright Mary, I’ll be waitin’ on you behind the buildin’ in the woods. Don’t you be late now” You untangled your hands to wrap your arm around hers and lean into her side as the cicadas droned on in the trees.

“I would never keep you waitin’ darlin’.” She said with a smile as she gave top of your head a quick peck.

With the summer wind in the grass and the lightning bugs in the trees the two of you carried on towards your soon to be hunting grounds.

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“Heyyy there prettyyy girl!” A drunken man outside of the tavern called out to the two of you in a slurred manner.

Mary shot a sly smile at you before turning around and sauntering over to towards the man.

You gave her a nod and then turned to walk behind the building and into the woods where you would be waiting for her.

“What you two fine ladies doin’ walkin’ around— heyyyy? Where’s your friend off to?? I’ve got enough to go around—“ His terrible flirtations were cut off abruptly.

“Oh don’t you worry. See, I just wanted to talk you alone. I don’t really like sharin’.” The man was too wasted to notice the way her eyes flashed silver as she came close and rested her hand on his chest.

This would be all too easy.

Mary had been all too focused on charming the man into taking him somewhere more private to notice the cowboy hat wearing bouncer that had been watching the two of you from his post. With a look of distain, he walked off in the direction you had gone just minutes before. A holster on his belt and a wooden stake inside his jacket.

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Dry pine needles mixed with oak leaves crunched under your feet as you walked into the woods line. Far enough into the shadows that anyone from the road couldn’t see you, but you could see them.

You found a nice dry spot to lay down and take in the night as you waited for Mary. A whippoorwhil call echoed into the darkness around you. Crickets and cicadas created that familiar nighttime southern orchestra of insect noises.

You closed your eyes and listened to the spring peepers sing out to the world from their homes in the nearby marsh.

You were so enraptured with the sounds of the night that your enhanced hearing didn’t pick up on the quiet calculated footsteps behind you.

One loud crunch had you whipping your head around to the sight of the barrel of a gun being pointed at your head. The gun was held by a man dressed in a leather jacket with a cowboy hat atop his head. His eyes showed pure distain.

Your reaction time was too slow to move completely out of the guns range.

BANG.

The hiss from the tip of the pistol mixed with the sounds sizzling flesh, coming from where the silver bullet was lodged into your right lung

You let out screams of agony as your writhed in pain on the ground while clutching and clawing at your chest. Trying and failing to pull the metal out of your wound.

“You filthy bloodsucker” his spat out in a gruff voice as he pounced on you to hold you down, while pulling a wooden stake from inside his jacket and attempting to stab you through the heart.

Through your tears of pain you realized what he was going to do and fought back. Grasping the stake and pushing back as he tried to push his weight to drive it into your chest. From your position underneath him you knee’d him in the stomach and knocked the stake out of his hands in his moment of pain.

Slashing at his face and attempting to bite his exposed flesh caused him to shove a rag in your mouth. You tried to break free and get up, but he punched you back down. He wrapped his calloused hands around your throat and pushed his thumbs into your trachea, his breathing ragged.

“Your fuckin’ kind killed my girl” He spat in your face. Your lack of oxygen from your airway being cut off along with the fact that one of your lungs currently had silver burning away the flesh as it tried to mend itself left you helpless as your vision started to cloud at the edges.

The man reached back for his wooden stake and tried once more to drive it into your heart, but your arms shot up once again and tried to keep the stake from piercing your skin. You cried out as the man’s strength overpowered you in your weakened state and the stake pushed slowly into your chest.

Blood seeped around the splintering oak and stained your dress.

Just as the man was about to shove the stake the rest of the way past your rib cage and into your undead heart, a guttural growl of rage erupted from the darkness.

It was Mary.

Not even a second later the man was torn off of you and pinned to the ground just as he had done to you. Teeth ripping at his throat and sharp nails gouging out his eyes while holding his head down.

The man let out screams of pure agony as his body shook and then stilled as he took his last gurgling breath with blood spurting from his torn arteries.

You laid where you were, vision slowly coming back into focus. Crying and tensing from the excruciating pain you were experiencing. Your sounds of pain from behind the rag called Mary to your side and away from the man’s corpse.

“No… no no no. Darlin’ you have to stay with me. I… I just gotta-“ With shaky hands, Mary pulled the stake from the shallow wound in your chest, running a hand through your hair as you yelped in pain.

She quickly tore off a strip of her dress and stuffed the cloth into the wound, attempting at packing to stop the bleeding while your vampiric flesh ever so slowly knit itself back together.

Seeing the filthy rag lodged in your mouth she pulled it out and allowing you to better breath and speak once more.

“M-Mary.. g-AH.. ughnn.. the silver… there’s goddamn… ghhh..s-silver in my lung-“ Each pause in your words was punctuated by another whimper of pain.

“Alright- okay- just.. just let me get it out now… ju-just stay still baby.” She spoke as her hands drifted below the stake wound and tore away your clothing to get a look at the pink flesh from the freshly healed entry wound.

With shaky breaths and teary eyes she looked up to meet your eyes as she realized what she would have to do.

You nodded to her and threw your head back with your eyes screwed shut in anticipation.

(Major gore warning ahead)

Mary extended her claws out on her dominant hand. With her pointer finger acting as a scalpel, she cut into the soft flesh in a circle and tear it away.

Screams ripped through you, hurting your burning lungs even further. Your body moved against your will. Instinct to survive trying to move yourself away from the ungodly torture.

“No… baby… I’m so sorry baby… you gotta stay still.” Her unoccupied hand pinning you by the hip to stop your writhing. Mary let out a small sob as she continued to dig her way towards your lung.

Blood. Your blood. It coated her hands. Mary had never hated doing something more than in that moment.

Finally, she felt something small and hard within your flesh. Just as she clasped it inbetween her fingers, she too felt the burning sensation caused by the silver.

Mary cringed in pain, but didn’t dare let go as she pulled the metal from your body and quickly tossed it in the direction of the man’s corpse.

Your screams had stopped but you continued to cry. Mary tore off yet another strip from her ruined dress and packed it into the wound she created.

“I… I was waitin’ for you and… and he got the jump on me… Mary I was so scared.” Your voice quiet. The last part nearly inaudible.

“Shhh.. shhhh… it’s okay… I should’ve never let you go off by your self I should’ve never… he could’ve…” Her voice trailed off.

She bent down to gently embrace you. Tucking her face into the crook of your neck and running the hand she had just used to cut you open over your hair.

“I ain’t never gonna let somethin’ like this happen to you again.” Her voice was steady this time and deadly serious. Her grip on you tightened just a bit.

You brought your hands up around her shoulder and neck and shut your eyes. Heart occasionally skipping a beat as the aftershock of what had happened set it.

“I love you Mary.” It was the only thing you could think to say in the moment.

Her grip relaxed as she pulled back to look at you, her eyes glinting a slightly reddish silver. With closed eyes, she leant forwards and let her forehead rest against yours, noses brushing against each other.

“I love you too darlin’.” She connected your lips in a slow and loving kiss.

She was never going to let anyone hurt her girl again. No matter the cost.

A/N: I might make a part two to this if I can find the time between my summer classes and life 😔

[robin-evry]

Heyy how are you doing? Anyways when l read the kiana reader post. I feel like nahida o

I'm good thank you for showing concern

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Lesser Lord Kusanali dwells deep in the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and has never really been in the limelight, nor has she even been mentioned much. Her burden is heavy, but though she may experience loneliness, and though darkness is all she sees before her, she will not stop moving forward.

The new guardian of the tree of life, the reader is not part of any pantheon the gods would consider them as an outer god basically a god that wasn't mentioned in any mythology in Earth's history.

The Tree of Life is an ancient, primordial entity that predates even the gods. It is the source of all life, dreams, and wisdom, existing beyond the cycle of creation and destruction. While many gods claim dominion over life, they only shape what the Tree of Life allows to exist. it records every action, choice, and consequence of the universe holding the secrets of the universe even the gods aren't aware of.

Reader is a divine being who predates many of the gods in Valhalla, existing since the dawn of creation. The Tree of Life, which they are bound to, is said to be the source of wisdom and vitality in the universe.

The original guardian sacrificed themselves and from the branch of the tree gave birth towards the reader, the reader is the avatar of the tree and works as its guardian protecting it as well as nurturing it making sure knowledge would be spread around.

During their free time they would visit the dreams of humans and spend time with them, as well protecting them from nightmares and giving blessings towards them, most people who receive their blessing are granted with wealth and become scholars.

They are neither fully aligned with the gods nor humans, but rather with the balance of life itself. To them, Ragnarok is an unnatural disruption of the cycle, but they do not interfere unless necessary.

They view the gods to be overly arrogant, they are convinced themselves they are invisible meanwhile nahida! reader fully knows the truth that they themselves cannot escape fate and soon believe another species would take control of the heavens. Similar to the cycle of titans and gods.

Their presence nurtures life—wherever they go, flowers bloom, and dying trees regain their vitality. Some gods mistake this for a harmless trait, unaware of the immense power it signifies.

Often found in a garden-like domain outside of Valhalla, where reality shifts between dream and waking. The place serves as a sanctuary for them and the aranaras.

The Aranara are small, plant-like spirits born from the dreams of nature itself, residing within Reader’s sacred domain in Valhalla. They are fragments of the Tree of Life’s will, acting as its protectors and messengers. Each one represents different aspects of the natural cycle—growth, decay, renewal, and dreams.

In some ways the aranaras are the leafs meanwhile the reader is the branch and roots of the tree of life.

The tree of life holds knowledge about everything of the universe living beings, humans, primordial gods it holds records since the start and before the rule of the gods. And the reader is able to bend this knowledge meaning they have the capability to remove the authority of the gods as well erasing their existence.

By this knowledge most of Valhalla are weary of them even fear them being afraid that if they manage to anger them the reader would remove the authority of them stripping them from their title.

Even the most powerful gods fully know they are nothing compared towards their authority instead they respect the reader as well as having a political alliance with them, the reader would still be considered a neutral side they are only loyal towards duty not evil or good.