#wnh

[riki-dazed]

softdom!riki just wants to get you off

NSFW · smut · block if ur uncomfy <3 wc: 774 · requested

You hummed in contentment as Riki's arms drew your body closer into his, the warmth of his embrace in which enveloped your figure allowed for a feeling of comfort, and security, to settle upon your mind. With your back pressed to his torso, he shuffled his seated body against the headboard of his bed, searching for a more comfortable position as your hands clung to his forearm.

Riki's room was filled with a comforting silence, your gazes fixed on the television mounted on the wall; the quiet hum of it only added to the calming atmosphere. There was nothing more you loved than spending your time doing absolutely nothing with your boyfriend.

A small smile appeared across your lips as you felt Riki's fingers creep beneath the fabric of your tank top. With a quiet hum, he pressed his warm palm against the skin on your chest, his touch as gentle as ever.

At last, his quiet voice had broken the silence, "It's so slow." He was referring to your heartbeat, in which he could feel beneath his touch.

You shifted your gaze over your shoulder, which had caused Riki's eyes to soon find yours. A look of pure endearment was nestled deep within them as the both of you held eye contact.

A sheepish smile found its way to your mouth, "Because I'm calm, and happy~"

Instead of replying, Riki leaned down into you, his lips coming into contact with your own in a delicate, tender kiss. You didn't expect anything more than a swift exchange of pecks, though, butterflies began to dance within your stomach as you came to a sudden realization.

Riki's impeccably soft lips continued to gently linger against yours.

The feeling of having him take your bottom lip between his teeth had caused your chest to rise out of surprise, he was turning you into complete putty.

Whilst ever so sightly breathless, you pulled away from his lips, your eyes suddenly focusing back on his hand that was settled on your chest. As Riki's lips kept you busy, and completely oblivious, that same hand had managed to travel down your torso unnoticed. Your eyes watched Riki's hand carefully as he slipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts, and eventually, underneath the fabric of your panties.

"What are you—" Your words trailed off into a gasp as you felt Riki's cold touch against you, the feeling had caused a rush of heat to curse throughout your veins.

His actions spoke louder than any words could have in the moment, and although you couldn't see it, a self-satisfied grin adorned his breathtaking features behind you.

"Riki.." You were a squirming mess within his embrace, even though he had barely begun to trail small circles against you. Shivers cascaded down your spine as he hushed you in response, his voice reassuring, and tender beside your ear.

As his fingers continued to explore you, you found yourself torn between protest, and surrender.

Riki tilted his head, drawing his face closer to where your ear was. The huskiness behind his whispered words caused another surge of electricity to shoot through your body.

"Relax, love, let me take care of you," He murmured beside your ear, in which had caused your chest to tighten, just as your grip on his arm did.

Those words were all you needed to hear in order to allow yourself to completely let go, finally succumbing to his touch. Your mouth fell agape as the pace of Riki's fingers intensified, the sounds of your wet arousal had begun to mingle with the gentle hum of the television in the background. Your heels dug into the soft covers of his bed, your body jolting within his embrace.

"Doing so well for me." You could hear the smirk behind his words.

A string of curses escaped your mouth as he pushed you over the edge, your senses became completely overwhelmed, the tight knot within your abdomen unravelling.

Slightly covered in your arousal, Riki's hand found it's way back to where it had originally began its journey, on your chest. A playful glint danced within his gaze as he kept his hand in place, enjoying the feeling of your suddenly quickened heartbeat beneath his touch.

He chuckled, "Not so slow anymore, huh?"

You were left a panting mess as Riki followed his playful remark with a gentle kiss atop your head, his arms snaked around your figure, "Good job, my baby."

Not sure of what to make of the situation, you were left somewhat dumbfounded as his gaze shifted back onto the TV like nothing had ever happened.

...

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[macbethz]

the greasiest hair in illinois

+ the little picture (with starlight glimmer cameo!)

[jupiterpiss]

NEVER HAVE SEX.

Roman Roy x OC!Fem

Summary — She hates him, he keeps perving on her. The start to all great love tales.

Warnings— Lowkey kinda ooc him? But not really..? I just think my writing for him here is shitty and doesn’t sound like him, but that’s just me. Wrote half of this at 3 a.m, you choose which part. Hardly proof read, did a quick sweep through but I’m half awake. GORE MENTIONED. Mean Roman.. but what’s new?? Literally fork in kitchen.

She’s going to fucking kill him.

Not in a quick one-shot-in-the-head and done kind, but the torturing kind. The kind that requires her to get caked in blood, with muscle hidden underneath her manicure nails after digging through flesh, as her teeth hold pieces of different torn ligaments between them. She wants to tear at his hair, poke out his eyes and play jump rope with his fucking intestines.

She wants to kill him hannibal lector style.

She could scream, but then her face would get all red and sweaty, making her whole makeup blotchy. She’ll look gross, and she can’t look gross in front of the Roys. She refuses it. She needed some leverage, especially after the amount of dick plowing she was just put under the last fifteen fucking minutes.

She’s been practically harassed the entire time she’s been at the party, some suit who seems to want to fingerbang the company with how much his greedy fingers keep prodding around in her business.

‘How is the company's progress going?’ ‘How many employees have you gained this year?’ ‘How many shareholders are there?’ ‘By the next two years, how much growth do you think the Roys will obtain?’

Fuck. Off.

She should care, truly, but when she asked about his association with corporate, she was met with a simple shrug and, “my father is more into that. Not me.”

Why the fuck are you asking then? That’s what she wants to scream.

The situation doesn’t seem to be going any better either, nothing about the evening has been good.

The party was a fucking bore. The people sucked, the music sucked harder and if it were up to her, she would beg the Gods to kill her and let her be birthed into a different family. A family that perhaps will grow her into this lifestyle.

Questions. Wealth. Suits.

Not that they didn’t have some wealth, some money. They won’t die broke, they were far too stubborn and greedy to ever allow anyone to see them buried in rags.

They just.. aren’t filthy rich.

“Comfortable.” That’s what her mother called it. “We’re comfortable.”

Comfortable, sure. They could say they were comfortable, but she was certain that if she ever said that to describe her lifestyle to someone who was actually ‘comfortable’, they would laugh at her.

They weren’t no Roy’s, but they weren’t no average Joe either, to be perfectly honest. Their bank account said more than enough for that.

The Roy’s never been uncomfortable. Unfortunately. Which is probably why they leave her here, uncomfortable and sick with desperation.

Perhaps suicide will help uplift her mood? She’s seriously considering just grabbing a knife and slitting her throat until she feels something.

Or.. someone?

Yes, someone. Someone’s eyes, specifically. Boring into her, so intensely it forces her to look around for the stalker, discarding the bullshit coming out of the suit’s mouth. Searching, searching until she sees it. Him, specifically.

Her brow quirks, and so does his.

They don’t say anything, hardly make any major expressions or movements, just staring. It looks odd from the outsiders perspective.

What the fuck do you want.

He shrugs, nothing. Come?

She excuses herself, “Sorry, just a moment, it seems Roman is trying to telepathically tell me something. I’ll be back.”

She only leaves once he gives a nod, impatient but never rude. She walks off quickly, afraid the suit will trap her once more with another useless comment that turns into another fifteen minutes of blabber.

She only gives a sigh of relief once she’s in his vicinity, though it’s less about being around him. Roman was no sigh of relief, that was for sure.

“What’s wrong?” His voice snaps her out of it, brows pinched and eyes watching.

“Nothing, nothing-“ she’s immediately cut off by him, “like shit that was nothing, what was that?”

There’s a part of her that wishes he’ll just shut up, perhaps let her lead the conversation, but she isn’t stupid. Roman will continue to whine on, it’s what he does best.

“Really? Come on- spit,” He urges, as if anything the suit said was important.

Perhaps he thought because it was her, it had to be something important. Lately, it seems everything everyone says must be funneled immediately from her ears to his.

“Nothing. Can we go for a walk? I need some air, it’s quite stuffy in here,” she pulls at the collar of her shirt, a nice button down that flows freely. Nothing too casual yet not too stuck up. A good middle, something to stick in with.

Besides, it eases the tension everyone seems to carry around her. Around her name. It makes her feel more at ease when they are.

Roman smirks, “Yeah? Dripping sweat?”

She nods without fully digesting what his words mean, however, her brain is quick to play catch up. A look of disapproval and disgust breaking out on her features.

“Don’t.” She holds up her pointer finger.

“Don’t what?” His smirk stays intact, “Nothing wrong with some sweat-“

This time she cuts him off, “You know what you’re doing. Don’t do that.”

He only blinks at her as if he’s deaf to her words, causing her to narrow her gaze, “Please.”

His smirk widens, eyes playful as he considers her for a moment. She feels icky, like his eyes alone can peel back the layers of clothes she has and fling them across the room. She suddenly has the urge to go shower, to leave the room and take a long hot bath.

The feeling stays until he rolls his eyes, casting his gaze away and freeing her. He looks across the sea of suits and fancy dresses, all tailored perfectly and uncomfortably fit for each person.

He gives a deep breath before looking at her once more, “Right, walk?”

She nods, “Yes please.”

—

The cool air nips at her skin, licking its way up her spine as her shirt flows around her. It’s neat. It’s almost intimate, Roman’s eyes skirting over the small skin that shows. She doesn’t take notice of it, his eyes or her skin. It’s for him only.

He doesn’t cherish it quite yet.

She gives a small hum, “It’s cold out.”

It’s not a complaint, not with the way her eyes close and her shoulders slump. It's a relief. Sort of. It’s half with him around.

One would think with the amount of time the two have spent with each other, the whole climb from assistant to the director she’s trekked, the two would be able to communicate. In terms of a friendly manner, maybe friends. Pals. Sometimes have a drink together?

It couldn’t be further from that. He was annoying at best, if there was a best. Cruel at worst.

She’s certain he would roofie her if she went out for drinks with him. And half fuck her— maybe not. If the rumours prove to be true, he would beg her to hit him and then jizz on himself. She isn’t so sure she wants that.

“Yeah, can see your nipples poking out,” he points out, looking at her chest briefly before turning his gaze away. He’s careless to her sudden coverage, arms crossing over said chest as she grows rather uncomfortable.

If she could hit him, she would.

“Jesus—“ she hisses, beginning on a rant that Roman clips short, “It’s a joke,” he adds, rather quickly.

He continues once he sees her gaze narrow at him, “Relax.”

He drags out his words, eye roll following shortly after. He can sense her hard gaze, the anger that festers deep, maybe even tastes it swishing around in his mouth. Like the copper taste of blood, familiar. Needed, even. It’s what makes him fuck with her after all.

“Don’t need to be so prude, seriously. Lighten up,” he angled his drink towards her, “No one likes puckered assholes—“

She’s moving, again. From the corner of his eye, he can see it. Face tight, eyes squinting off into the distance. Oh.. she really doesn’t like him tonight. Her arms grow more tense over her, shifting around as she tries to bare down her teeth, her need to fucking bark at him to stop.

“I think I’m going to go inside,” she mutters, not wanting to seeth or hiss like a snake, “Thank you, for.. this.” She slips then, however, with the way she pronounces the last word in her sentence.

‘This’ is almost close to a ‘fuck off’ if he’s ever heard it. Truly, it’s a talent, he thinks. With how well she can mask her words with professional jumbo talk his father wanks himself to, whilst simultaneously alluding to him to go fuck himself.

Perhaps he will. Just to spite her. Maybe he should send her a dick pic of it, maybe a small video. She looks like she would be into the whole video over photo thing.

“Okay- yeah, ditch me here.. all by my lonesome. Ya know— jerk-“ he makes a jerking motion then, “off by myself. Shitty- shitty thing-“

“Jesus, yeah, I’m going. I’ll see you inside,” she turns away, fed up, cold and in desperate need of whiskey.

He shrugs, “Right. See you.”

She slips back inside, leaving him out in the cold alone with a half empty drink and a pull in his gut. Small, but there.

He brings the glass to his lips, mutters, “fucking bitch,” and takes a swig.

[indigitalembrace]

Oh... what's... over here? ...

Now how did you get out?

[crispysnake]

I get to see leith ross in april and oh my god I anything but normal about it

[stochastique-blog]

Why ?!

I love #Atlanta #ATL #Atlanta #WNHS #NATURALHAIRSHOW #Esco #TakeYourPowerBack #WeGotChargers

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[wiskiemonk]

the problem i have with tsukigata is i feel like i've said everything i have to say about them vis a vis stages/states of their relationship - I did the interwar period and Super Spy Boys in WnH and Empty Sons, I did Tsukigata Wins in Light/Way, I did Russian excursion in Light/Way and Letting Go/Holding On...I guess I haven't done post Ogata's death yet...? But even though I've kind of done it all I still feel compelled to write them again....

[airsllides]

airsLLide No. 17764: EL-WNH, Douglas DC-6, Air Transport Office, Lanseria, October 31, 1999.

EL-WNH is a fairly early production DC-6 of the base model, shorter than the widely used DC-6A / C-118A version. She was built as early as 1948 and initially served «Downunder» with British Commonwealth Pacific Airlines in Australia and TEAL Tasman Empire Airlines in New Zealand.

From 1972 until 1994 she served as waterbomber fighting forest fires along the Pacific Coast of the US, among others with Sis-Q Flying service, Macavia and T&G Aviation.

Finally, she was sold to Africa and flew cargo with Air Transport Office in Zaïre. Transferred to the Liberian register with some uncertainties about her true operator, she ended up in Lanseria, South Africa where she was initially stored and ultimately used as fire trainer.

[patscorner]

don’t you ever js atare at a wall and then realize you’re starign at a wall then you’re like wtf wnh am i starkng st a wall ?

it's bedtime, baby. Just, tuck yourself in atp.

(yes. daily occurrence.)

[saturniandragon]

What if: Skyrim but modern and with airports

My work requires me to travel by plane kinda often, that's where this thought started.

IATA codes for main city airports, linking cities and serving inter-province flights:

Whiterun: WTR

Falkreath: FLK

Markarth: MKT

Solitude: SLT

Dawnstar: DST

Winterhold: WNH

Windhelm: WDH

Riften: RFT

Minor settlements airports:

Riverwood: RVD

Rorikstead: RKD

Helgen: HGN

Ivarstead: IVD

Dragon Bridge: DBR

Karthwasten: KST

Kynesgrove: KNV

Shor's Stone: SHN

Solstheim:

Raven Rock: RVN

Skaal Village: SKL

[doglok]

【自ら無くした先生】 #バーグtv #猫のいる暮らし #猫 #猫好きさんと繋がりたい #ないない #shorts via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNH-3cfJB9I

[batnip]

wnh ks ot almost 500 notes guys whyh

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[indigitalembrace]

[Black Heart held back choked sobs as they watched Saltie and Kinito unravel.]

[Their friends. Their sad, broken, and tired friends.]

[Did they really hate themselves so much? Did they really believe themselves to be so alone...?]

[And here they were, about to make things worse ONCE again...]

[No.]

[Not this time. Not again.]

...

[BEGIN ENCRYPTED MESSAGE]

Sonny... I-I'm sorry. I... I don't think I can go behind their backs like this anymore. I've already broken their trust so many times...

Not only that, bur I don't trust you. In fact, you're the last person I'd expect to have Kinito's best interests at heart. I don't have any way of ensuring that you'll hold to your end of the deal.

Look... I haven't told anyone, but being involved in all of this has taken a serious toll on me. I can't sleep for more than an hour or two at a time, and when I do, I get horrid nightmares like I've never had before...

I figured I got fired when the money stopped rolling in a few weeks ago. I'm not mad, it's my fault for never going in, after all... I also had an eviction notice come in a few days ago, and ran out of food around the same time, too...

I'm not gonna last that much longer, Sonny. Not unless, of course, I ask for...

[They hesitate.]

Again, I'm sorry. I don't know what I want anymore. These nightmares, this anxiety, this pain... I want it to end. But, I also want to help ease my friend's suffering rather than add to it, for once.

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you have a question for the manager? thats me!

q: can we b mutuals

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insta - photonote

twitter - twinote

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a: i use ibis paint to add pictures

q: why is it all toge and megumi

a: i like tgem

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a: grrrrr

q: r u gonna make nsfw

a: no

q: do u have a posting schedule

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