#//tentatively opening this blog again but it's been busy

[theemporium]

hii, congrats for your 10k!!! that's insane, you deserve it sm <3 anyway can i have a smut-berry daiquiri with james potter and “you have no idea how much i want you right now.”? pls and thank you, again congratulations and i love love your blog <3

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

5. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

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“They won’t know.”

“James, they will.” 

“We can keep quiet.” 

“That’s impossible for the both of us and you know it.” 

The boy couldn’t help but grin against your lips before he pulled back, leaning on his elbow as he looked down at you with raised brows. He looked dangerously good with his curls a gorgeous mess on his head and those eyes glimmering with a look that made your thighs clench together. 

And that smile. 

That fucking smile that turned your insides into mush and had you like putty in his hands.

“I know some things that can keep your mouth busy,” James retorted, biting back his grin when you let out a groan, covering your face to hide your flushed cheeks. “Nuh uh, none of that, baby, don’t hide from me.” 

“We can’t do anything,” you told him, letting him pull your hands away from your face. “We are in a tent. A tent that is surrounded by other tents where our friends are sleeping.” 

“Nothing a silencing charm can’t fix,” he countered, his fingers tracing down your side and fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. “C’mon, love, you know I can make you feel so good.”

You swallowed harshly. “That’s not the point.” 

“I think that’s the only point that matters,” James argued before leaning down again, his lips brushing against yours and his hand splayed on your bare stomach. “I’ve been so good all week, watching you run around in those little shorts and behave when you start stripping down to jump in the river.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your chin leaning up to try and kiss him but he just pulled away. “James—” 

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he whispered as his fingers traced along the waistband of your leggings before slipping inside. His hand moved lower, cupping your clothed cunt in his palm as the heel of his hand pressed against you. “All. Fucking. Week.” 

“Fuck,” you murmured as you bucked your hips upwards, letting out a heavy sight of relief as he let you rub yourself against him. “But everyone—”

“Can mind their own fucking business,” James growled, his eyes glued to your face as you let the pleasure wash over you. “M’gonna fuck my girl like I’ve been wanting to do all week.” 

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting down on your lower lip before you moaned too loud as he pressed his thumb against your clit.

“And she is gonna let me hear every single thing that comes out of that pretty mouth,” James said, his lips against your ear. “Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck you all night until I know everyone can hear you screaming, baby.” 

“James,” you blinked your eyes open, mouth dry and chest panting. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down to kiss you. “Now get these damn leggings off, honey, wanna taste you until you’ve made a mess on this sleeping bag.”

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[back2bluesidex]

The More, The Merrier- KTH & JJK (18+)

Pairing: Ex! Taehyung X Fem!Reader X Tae's best friend! Jungkook

Theme: PWP, SMUT

Wordcount: 1.6k+

Summary: Taehyung should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

Warnings: explicit description, nudity, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap it), doggy style, creampie, degrading, name calling, threesome (?), hints of tae x jungkook. NSFW!! Not proofread.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: It's Tae's birthday after all!

Taehyung should either be angry or feel nothing at all seeing his best friend cum roommate eating out his ex-girlfriend. 

It’s not been that long since his and your relationship came to an end (mutually). How long has it been again? A month? Three weeks probably. 

So he should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. 

However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

It seems as if all his anger has turned into this warm red liquid and has transferred into his cock, making it hard and stiff enough for him to plum it through the fabric of his rough jeans. 

He takes a look at your face… your eyes are closed, head is thrown back, mouth is hanging open just a little. The weight of your body is being carried out by your poor left hand as your right hand is busy tugging and pulling at Jungkook’s thick black hair. 

Your right leg is hanging off of the edge of the bed and the left one is placed on Jungkook’s shoulder as he eats you out. 

From the movement of Jungkook’s head, Taehyung can tell that the younger is eating you out fervently. He is lapping up all the juices, licking and sucking on your clit and tongue fucking your greedy hole just like he should.

Pleasure is evident in your face but…

It doesn’t come near the kind of expressions that he has pulled out of you during the span of your relationship. He knows your body the best after all, you know it too, you acknowledge it as well. 

And before he knows what he is doing, his mouth is running ahead, “Having fun fucking my best friend?” 

Your eyes snap open.

The baritone voice that you came to love so much, especially when it spilled nasty shit in your ears, while the owner of the same voice violated your cunt, the same voice is speaking to you again. However, the situation is completely different. 

When your eyes fall into your very recent ex-boyfriend, he is already staring deep into your eyes. He’s wearing a bomber jacket, a tight black tshirt and a pair of tight jeans, all in all, he looks way too good and you can’t really register it all. 

But what is even more attractive about him is the tent in his jeans and the pissed expression on his face.

Jungkook has stopped his movements as well. He, too, is now turning his head towards the door where Taehyung is standing. 

“Hyung..” Jungkook says softly, calling out to the older one, his roommate cum best friend. 

Taehyung drops his overpriced bag on the floor and enters the room. 

You suddenly feel too conscious, so you unlatch your leg from Jungkook's shoulder. 

You don’t know what’s the deal with your ex, if he is pissed because you are apparently trying to sleep with his friend or if he is disappointed since it hasn’t been that long since your break up or if he actually turned on seeing you getting eaten out. 

As much as you know Taehyung, you know it’s the last option. 

Taehyung is turned on. He has always liked the idea of having a third companion in bed. But you two have been too busy to even entertain each other, a third companion was still a far fetched thought. 

“Remember we broke up?” you reply smugly, trying to put your panties on.  

“And it’s me who offered her a good time, thought I could take her mind off of things.” It’s Jungkook who speaks this time as he rises on his feet and stands tall. 

Taehyung walks towards the two of you with lazy steps, “so, did you take her mind off or not?” his eyes narrow as he takes a piercing look at you, “I guess you could not.” he completes his jab. 

You remain silent. Taehyung is not wrong. You are very particular with your taste and Jungkook being new to you, it’s impossible for him to give you a mind numbing orgasm. 

Jungkook is good. He indeed blurred out your vision a bit. But you can’t compare it to what Taehyung can offer you with. 

“Why don’t you show me, hyung? I guess you would like that too.” Jungkook’s voice comes out suggestively. Both of you and Taehyung turn your face towards the younger male, only to see him eyeing Taehyung’s boner. 

You observe the scene that’s unfolding in front of you.

Jungkook certainly doesn’t look like he is playing. He is serious and if you put it down carefully… he is maybe more interested in seeing Taehyung naked than you. 

When his tongue pokes out of his lips and wets the muscle all while staring down at Taehyung’s boner, your suspicion is confirmed. 

On the other hand, Taehyung doesn’t look like he minds. And the way he is smirking, tells you a completely different story.  

“She likes to be forced. Use her like the whore she is and she will come like a fucking fire hydrant.” Taehyung adds as he strips off his bomber jacket and tshirt, leaving only the jeans intact. 

And then he is grabbing you by your ankles. He holds both of those with one of his hands and forces you to lay flat on the bed. 

Your legs are now bunched up on your chest and your cunt is peeking through your inner thighs.

“Take her thsirt off and tie her hands with that.” He commands Jungkook, which the younger complies to without so much as a thought.  

Within seconds your tshirt is ripped off and your hands are tied with Jungkook sitting right above your head, steadying you in your position.

You gush out a blob of arousal and it leaks through the folds of your inner thigh. 

“Look at this slut. Too greedy for two cocks!” Taehyung remarks. Finally he leaves your ankles and parts your thigh to take a good look at your leaking cunt. 

“Fuck!” he murmurs. 

“You are dripping, Y/N” Jungkook whispers hovering above your head, his eyes trained on your glistening cunt. 

Taehyung pushes two of his fingers into your hole, making you moan. He gathers some juice and brings it to your bare tits. Rubbing the juices on your nipples he orders, “Jungkook, suck it clean.” 

Jungkook gets on his fours and places his mouth on your right nipple, starting to suck it lewdly. His bulge is right above your face and all you wanna do is to uncage it and take a taste. 

Too bad your hands are tied. 

Before you could anticipate the length and girth Jungkook possesses, a sharp slap lands on your clit. You stop breathing. A loud whimper escapes your lips and right then Jungkook pinches on your unoccupied nipple. 

Taehyung eyes your leaking core. He certainly knows what exactly to do to make you the wettest. Some rubbing on your clit and a slap and you will be all ready to swallow his cock. 

As expected, arousal starts gushing out of your hole. You are crushing some incoherent words as Jungkook abuses your tits.

Such a grand sight, something he had always wanted to see. 

You, Taehyung and Jungkook.. He knew the synergy would be out of the world. 

“Jungkook, strip” you hear Taehyung ordering again. But Jungkook does not remove his mouth from your tits. 

“Jeon Jungkook! Right now!” Taehyung roars like thunder. 

You force your eyes open to see Jungkook finally throwing his tank and joggers away. His cock springs out and it is as beautiful as Jungkook is. You really really want a taste. 

Taehyung certainly feels a little jealous seeing you eyeing Jungkoo’s cock like this but it fills him with a thrill. The thrill of anticipation. 

“Let’s flip her.” Taehyung commands again. Jungkook holds on to your tied hands, while Taehyung holds your ankles again and together they flip you off as if you are a cotton ball. 

You land on your knees and tied hands. Your ass is up, just as Tae likes to fuck you. 

“I’m gonna drill your filthy pussy now and Jungkook will fuck your mouth. You will have to take it. You know that, right?” Taehyung growls as he slips out of jeans and boxers. You don’t say anything and as a result a slap lands on your butt. 

“Answer me in words, you cock hungry whore!” Taehyung roars again and you say a thousand yeses. 

Jungkook sits back on the bed, relaxing himself with his back on the cushions. 

His cock is lined right before your mouth. 

“Open it babe. Open your mouth for me.” Jungkook speaks softly, so you open your mouth and he pushes his cock inside. 

Taehyung, too, pushes the tip of his cock inside your walls. 

Now your mouth and cunt are filled with cocks of two of the most handsome men you have ever seen. 

Jungkook grabs you by your hair. Taehyung holds you down by your waist. Both of them thrust at the same time. Your eyes start watering but you like however you are being treated. 

Taehyung’s groan and Jungkook’s moans do the unexplainable to you. You willingly deepthroat the younger male just when Taehyung’s tip brushes your g-spot and without any warning, you come. 

“Fuck! You drenched my cock!” Taehyung pants, rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!” the curses flow out of Jungkook’s mouth as he spills his seeds inside your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare spill! Eat it!” your ex-boyfriend orders. Who are you to disobey him? 

With a few more thrusts Taehyung comes inside you. The overstimulation hits you like a truck and you feel your vision blacking out instantly. 

Taehyung sees you passing out, so does Jungkook. 

Just when Taehyung is about to get dressed again, his eyes fall on Jungkook, who is again shamelessly staring at his cock. 

Both of them stabilize you and lay your body down on the mattress. 

(The mess you make with come spilling out your pussy and mouth, is a different game.)

“Should we..” Jungkook pauses for a bit, but continues soon enough, “should we continue in your room?” 

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[daaydreamy]

on my knees begging for the absolute filthiest most obscene blurb about rimming sub!h for the very first time and how the idea gets brought up 🥺🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♂️ sorry for being weird, love your work ❤️

trembling still

summary: harry and y/n try something new. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rimming (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Oh f-fuck, yeah, please.” Harry sighed out dreamily, burying his face into the pillow beneath him to hopefully muffle his loud whines and moans, arching his back and pressing himself against Y/N’s face even more, before he even realized that was what he was even doing, quickly curving his back upwards once more as his cheeks grew hot in embarrassment. He glanced over his shoulder for a second to look at Y/N, and he felt one of her hands slide up the back of his thigh all the way up to his back, sliding it down again slowly whilst pressing down, as if she was encouraging him to arch his back. She wanted to see how much he was enjoying it since his face was facing away from her.

“Just relax…” She chuckled softly after pulling away, looking over at where he had squished his face into a pillow, “Does it feel good?” She asked as she started mouthing at the soft flesh of his ass, gently biting to see what reaction that would elicit from his body and a subtle way to make him answer. 

“So good.” Harry replied airily, letting his grip on the pillow loosen, his back now arched downwards beautifully and Y/N hummed in satisfaction.

“You want me to eat you out?” Y/N asked as she put her phone down on her lap, where she had been scrolling on Pinterest for quite a while. Y/N had always been open to trying new things with Harry, sexual or not, and she wasn’t exactly sure why he was still so nervous despite her telling him exactly that many, many times. She liked trying new things with him, practically loved it.

“...Yeah?” Harry replied tentatively, cheeks still insanely hot and insanely pink. He just wanted to try it since he saw a porn video about it a little while ago when Y/N was on a business trip for a week, which ended with a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut tightly, his toes curled deliciously, and his phone long forgotten beside him because he got so lost in his thoughts and filthy fantasy of Y/N eating him out until he was all sensitive, shivering and squirming.

“Then relax, let me make you feel good.”

a/n: super not weird at all, i hope this was okay!! loved this concept and i’m so glad you enjoy my work!! i actually have a longer version of this in my google docs that i never got the motivation to finish... should i finish it? but thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated! mwah mwah 💋

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[amywritesthings]

hey hey! hope u dont mind being asked 👉👈 would astarion and tav from better strategy enjoy valentine's day?

i have never done this before on my blog but it's been a minute since we've visited the better strategy so rather than headcanon -- i can write up a drabble for you?

Pairing: Cleric!Tav x Astarion (in The Better Strategy universe) Summary: Tav celebrates Valentine's Day. Astarion does not. And when Tav gives Astarion a gift, he's not convinced it's special. Or free. Tags: Set in Act 1, Valentine's shenanigans (idc if the holiday doesn't exist in this world because it does in mine!), fluff, Astarion's pov, explicit language Notes: 1K word count / dividers by @saradika-graphics

"Dearest, this is a dead flower."

Between his ivory index finger and thumb lay a beautiful red rose, shed of its thorns -- how Tav managed to find one in this deserted clearing full of spidery weeds and wilting mushrooms is a mystery the vampire may never solve.

Then again, that woman could find just about anything beautiful in a sea of rot and decay. The longer he's spent wandering the shores and hilly plains of the sunlit world, the more convinced Astarion becomes that she is not a cleric but a witch.

A witch that bewitches, truly, because if it were anyone else? Say... Shadowheart? Gale? This flower would have been tossed over his shoulder and left to the insects.

Not that Astarion is upset with receiving a flower from the Selune cleric -- the contrary, he would find this strangely endearing --

If he hadn't seen her give bloody Wyll and Karlach something just an hour or two ago when he'd appeared busy, nose in a book.

(He wasn't reading a fucking word.)

So much for that flutter of feeling special, like he's finally gotten somewhere with this woman in his not-so grand scheme.

"I don't need a participation weed," he adds in a sickeningly sweet voice as he holds the flower back to her. "If you plucked apart a bouquet to give to all of us so that we are more inclined to visit that Githyanki Creche you've yammered on about for the last few days, then I cannot--"

"It isn't!" Tav interrupts in a squeak, effectively quieting his dramatics. She holds her fists, one hand over the other, to her chest.

He can practically smell the eagerness rolling off of her in waves.

"It... well, it's a gift," she explains. "Not a bribe."

"A gift," he repeats.

"Yes. For Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day?" he repeats again, unconvinced.

The half-elf smiles small. "A small festivity my people celebrate. Typically met with gifts, particularly food. We're running out of rations, though, so I thought it ill of me to--"

"Gifts are meant to be special," Astarion interrupts with a clearing of his throat, narrowing his eyes.

"They are," Tav agrees softly, as if she sees nothing wrong with what she's done, and he scowls.

"So then how is it I am to find this flower special when I've watched you go about this camp offering gifts to everyone here?"

There.

He hopes she feels bad about it. Maybe he'll convince her that there are other things they can do if this holiday is so special -- something that requires merely stepping into his open tent, shutting the flap, and finally getting somewhere with this journey.

(He has yet to seal the deal, yet she provides him with gifts? Though they can't be that important -- everyone else received something from the young moon cleric, too.)

Yet Tav furrows her brow playfully, turning her chin over her shoulder. "You were watching me give gifts to others?"

As if he's been caught redhanded.

Wait.

"Well, yes -- I admit, there were other gifts." A-ha. Thwarted. "Admittedly they were quite disastrous. There's only so much I can find in the forest without something going awry. I found Karlach a ripe apple. Wyll, a quill I managed to dig off of a dead traveler."

Neither of those sound very lavish.

The vampire contorts his mouth in confusion.

"And what of Shadowheart? Gale? Lae'zel?"

"Gale... a frayed book from the goblin village," she continues. "Shadowheart, some bread, though she thought I poisoned it." The Selune versus Shar fight lives another day. "And... Lae'zel is tricky."

He knows Tav, at least enough to know that's polite-speak for Lae'zel wouldn't accept any gift that was not offered post-spar.

Which leaves... him.

With a rose.

A dead flower, yes, but it's beautiful and ripe.

"Why a flower?" Astarion asks, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is not as cutting as it was at the beginning of this conversation.

The vampire is simply curious.

He manages to glance up just in time to see how she squares her shoulders, chin lifted -- like she's embarrassed her explanation will leave him laughing in her face.

Yes, very curious.

"The color reminded me of you," Tav finally relinqushes, and Astarion cannot help but purse his lips.

"Red. Because of... blood." He tsks under his breath. "Darling, we must broad your horizons if your mere word associations arrive at colors--"

"And they're beautiful!" she adds in a rush.

The two stop for a moment to stare at one another -- Astarion, sat idly on his little cushioned chair, and Tav, holding her hands so tight to her chest she may lose circulation in her fingers.

"Roses can be quite dangerous if you don't handle them correctly. Delicately. Nicely. They're sought after by anyone who admires beauty, but no matter how many roses you see, they're always so... immaculate and breath-taking and beautiful. And so when I managed to find one that was live and well, I plucked it with my own knife and thought who better to give one to on this celebrated day than you."

Astarion can feel his throat tighten.

"And besides, roses are very sacred to the holiday, so I thought you should have it."

Sacred.

Breathtaking.

His crimson eyes study Tav's mortified face for a moment more, before tipping the petals towards his nose. The faint scent of the flower tickles his senses, and the vampire can't help but feel...

Gods, what is that feeling?

Appreciation?

No, something else. Something he doesn't quite have the word for yet.

"It is," he agrees slowly. "Beautiful."

Does Tav find him beautiful?

The cleric clears her throat and takes a step back. "If you wish to throw it away, then I will not protest. It is your gift, therefore you do as you wish with it."

When she turns on a heel to panic-run back to the fire, the vampire stands to his feet and disappears into his tent. With his back turned, he takes one more lingering inhale of the flower.

His gift.

Something he owns.

Something that is entirely his.

Beautiful.

(He'll find another way to thank her, some day.)

[sentientcave]

Hey friends! I'm Charlie (He/They). Writer, occasional artist, always just some guy. Doing my best, and hoping to get better.

Blank and Ageless Blogs will be blocked.

Requests tentatively open? I should be working on my longer fics but I've been real burned out lately, hoping to spark things back up. I'm lowkey vanilla so don't ask for anything too wild or I'll faint like a scandalized Victorian.

Twitter - AO3 - Ko-fi

~Master List~

Two Graves - Phillip Graves is haunted by the memory of his older brother

Fuck-ass Mohawk - Johnny likes it when you're mean to him (And Ghost does too)

Pompeii//Good Grief - Dealing with loss during a mission gone wrong- Or maybe gone right.

And They Were Roommates

Fem!Soap x Fem Reader - You're looking for a roommate, and Jaime Mactavish figures she's the right woman for the job.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Fantasy AU - A princess in self-imposed exile is forced to come home to face the man who took her father's crown and the life she left behind. 141 x Reader.

Chapter Index

Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You. (Dark fic! Read the content warnings)

Chapter Index

Honey It's Alright

Slasher AU with some of my OCs. Dark fic!! Read the warnings

Part 1

Sadie Blackmoore-Price in

Nobody Does it Better - Sadie and John reconnect for a night

You Only Live Twice (In Progress)

Sparrowverse

Fics in an extended original character universe. I'll get around to posting Sparrow one of these days.

Cherry Bomb - Nikolai meets one of his Aunt's old school friends and tries not to fall in love.

You Drive Me Wild - Nikolai and Helena meet again three years later

WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE

Snippets and previews of things in the works

Rugby - Rugby Again - More Rugby - The Righteous Hand - Impound - More Impound - Sparrow - TNT - Lucky Bunny - Daddy's Girl - Sparrow Again + Retirement Party

#Cave Writing for unlinked works and me complaining about writing

Image credit - Banner made in Canva

[ramayantika]

Old desiblr as a locality post

A day in Desiblr gully

It's 5am and some of them are going to sleep now after having a good screentime duration while posting, "I need to stop being chronically online." Some of the artists are busy decorating their walls with their dream vacation and outfits photos and calling it a moodboard. Their houses look the prettiest because everything is set according to an aesthetic.

It's 7am now. The early risers are posting good morning messages and other teens are getting ready for catching their school vehicles while liveblogging their activities before eating one last morsel of their breakfast. A random 18 year old is getting scolded by his friend to not skip meals again or she will come with a knife. College going peeps are watching all of this silently. Some are glad that they are done with school. No more waking up at 6 and getting ready while some feel nostalgic looking at these kids doing the things they once did.

"Guys aaj meine aloo paratha banayi hai!" A girl posts a photo of makhan maar ke aloo paratha and few others immediately rush inside her house to have her delicious parathe. Someone then says, "yaar mujhe bhi aisi parathe bannani hai."

It's 12pm. The gully is a little silent now. Students preparing for competitive exams are studying. School going kids are busy with school while desperately wanting to rush home to their Desiblr gully and narrate what Mrs A said to their friend or the latest drama in their lives. Some people have saved paintings and poetry quotes to tag their friends who always stand with them and appreciate their work. They never tell them this, but they know that if they make it big in publishing something, a major credit will go to their friends for reading or appreciating their work.

And finally it's 3pm. The sun is high up in the sky. The lanes are filled with chitter chatter of school kids coming back. Some are announcing that they finally proposed their crush while some are busy debating if the said person likes them or not. Their faces are a little tired but their hearts are brimming with enthusiasm. It's good to be home. They eagerly head home and freshen themselves.

'I need to thank didi for sharing those maths tips. Only due to her, I got 97% in maths."

Here everybody eats lunch together. There are tables and mats laid in the common garden. So many dishes belonging to different cuisines prepared by everyone from different states of India is served here. There are sweets and very spicy foods. Some got local desi refreshing drinks to beat the summer while some got their delicious homemade achaar.

Do you hear someone singing? Yeah they are the singers of our neighbourhood. It's a desi mehfil. Some of them have been training in music while some join in to vibe. It's a fun activity nevertheless. The mic is open, you can join in anytime.

It's 5pm. Some of them took an afternoon nap and woke up dazed. A tent is set up. It's a cultural evening today, I think. Wait for it, we may not have the best costumes and stage arrangements but we have got some talented performers. Love lorn poets have got their poems out, the dancers are dancing on movie songs while some choose devotional pieces. Look at her, she sings so well! The crowd is singing with her too. Wait for another hour and you will see some of our amazing photographers and painters with their brilliant artistry.

Now everybody is heading to study and take cars of their other jobs. Some are cleaning their homes (blogs) and painting the walls after they saw a movie and want their house (blog theme) to match the colour scheme. Is there a warm happy feeling in your heart? There is always this feeling in the air here.

Well this small neighbourhood is pretty and chaotic. Sometimes you might feel as if you do not fit in. Everyone looks intimidating. Their are scuffles and fights too at times. But just wait for a while and give time, you will find your own circle too. Be prepared to take care of some absolute unhinged friends too for they be taking some really impulsive decisions.

I think it's 10pm now. Some are having dinner right now with their friends. There is a boy busy completing his assignments after procrastinating the whole day (he made his friends bully him to make him complete it)

Do you know we maybe young, very young but we got hearts and somewhere a little wisdom too. This is the place to be yourself the way you are. You don't need to pretend here. We cry loudly and laugh loudly too. Our friends have seen the best and worst of us yet they choose to stay with us through thick and thin.

It's midnight. Someone announced that they are leaving this place saying, "it's time to move on friends. You all made my life brighter and I am so grateful for each on you." See how every person goes and hugs them. Some have started crying but they all choose to let them go. It's only for the best, they say. 'Just remember us in your memories. We wish you all the best, friend! Goodbye! Our doors will always be open for you if you ever decide to come back.'

It's dawn once again. Someone will come up with a new poem as an aubade to wake up sleepy heads for school. O look, a group of girls are singing devotional songs. It's a beautiful start, isn't it.

This is our colourful little community. Humari Desiblr gully...

[eva-knits12]

Everyone needs a break.

Please stop asking the mods @captregina, @rogersstorm2005, @acircleofstars, and @mid-westmonster the same questions about this fake wedding. They're exhausted on so many levels because of it.

They have told you time and time again that this is PR, and this will be over in it's own time. They have said this from Day One, and their stance is not going to change, no matter how much you try to convince them otherwise.

I personally have had to unfollow and block some Team Real blogs in here, and I know very little about PR. Even I know that something isn't right here.

Why would have a wedding article, a wedding exclusive that is being covered by 500 gossip sites, every magazine known to man, and keep changing the dates, locations, times, adding a guest list, then have a second wedding in Portugal in a short amount time? You can't have a second wedding in a short amount of time in another country without immigration taking notice and being pissed off about it, as it's been explained to you so many times now. I'm no immigration expert, but I'm starting to feel like one. The paperwork would have to be filed well in advance for that, and you would be going through everything with a caseworker, as it's been explained.

You also wouldn't have an article about the wedding and a separate article about the nazi porn troll being the one for Chris. No, you would put that into the article about the wedding in the form of a short paragraph. You would also sell the rights to your wedding to only one magazine, and that would be it. You don't have 500 articles that are being copied and pasted, added too, and twisting words to fit a narrative based on what DM says and based on what a few colorful tumblr blogs say. No.

The tents were for a kids birthday party. If there was a wedding, everyone in Concord, Cape Cod, Carlisle and Boston would have seen something even remotely close to it, but they never seen anything. I lived in a small town for four years, and people will talk.

The nazi porn troll was busy doing her own thing in Portugal.

His family and the Marvel cast would be there. Instead, his family was running errands and spending some time together, Chris was spending time doing his own thing and setting up for his niece's birthday party. Emily Blunt and John Krasinski were at the U.S. Open with their daughters. The Seb was in NYC at a baby shower, Mackie was doing his own thing, Chris Hemsworth was promoting his line of fitness products, ScarJo was promoting her makeup line, Jeremey was promoting his vodka brand at a bar that Chris's friends own. Not everything in Boston revolves around Chris. Not everyone revolves around Chris. Not everything in Hollywood revolves around Chris.

You also wouldn't have his team remove the sentence claiming that the nazi porn troll is his wife from Wiki, or anything related to her, once on Monday. That was their way of saying that this situation is BS. Once this whole thing stops snowballing, they will go and lock everything and remove everything.

I don't know how else they could have explained that this wedding never happened, it's fake. There are so many things that make everything inconsistent here. The math ain't mathing.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[iceman-kazansky]

Hi! I'd like to request a Webster x fem!nurse!reader one shot. Something about their first meeting after the war. They fall in love while Webster is in the hospital, but when the war is over they part ways, but he can't forget her and finds her home to see her. If you are not busy of course. Love you and your blog 💗

A Reunion Not Thought Possible

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Pairings: David Webster x f!reader

Requested: By another lovely anon

Warnings: Uhh.. Mentions of Explosives, kissing? I think that's it.

Summary: When the war ended, you were hundreds of miles away, with no hope of finding each other after. Yet, here he is.

A/n: as much of my work, I don't like this one very much, and I feel like my writing style switched randomly. I hope you like it Anon 🥺

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Like many, You remember where you were the day the war came to an end. At the time, you remember you had been bandaging up a nasty leg wound and applying a thick layer of gauze and a white bandage over it. It was then the news bearer came in, shouting and out of breath: “The war’s over! The japs surrendered!” before they were off to the next tent.

The celebration had been large, larger than any celebration you’d ever seen. There was drinking, lots of it, and someone had managed to get their hands on fireworks (or explosives, for you had only heard the story rather than witnessed it,) and had lit late in the evening.

It was even crazier when you arrived by boat to San Francisco, there were millions of people crowding the docks, welcoming the soldiers home. You remember setting your feet down on American soil again, you hadn’t been home in nearly 3 years, but it was such an odd yet wonderful feeling. To be home.

But of course, when the war ended, another relationship you'd never thought of how it'd work after the war, ended too.

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As of right now you were cleaning your house– could you believe it? You bought your own house after the war!– when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Which was odd, because you weren't expecting any visitors. Although, it could just be the postman? Or something like that.

When you pulled open the door, you were met with a dashing but very familiar face. His mouth was open, as if he was going to speak, but nothing ever came. He stood there like a fool with no words to explain why or how. Something he'd later chastise himself for when he remembered the embarrassing incident.

Moments passed when you both just stared. One, too lovestruck to talk and the other? Too scared to speak in fear her words would make the man she never thought she'd see again disappear.

David finally snapped out of his reverie, "Hello," he spoke gently. Almost like he was talking to a wounded animal, afraid it might flee.

"Hi."

Did you not recognize him?

Davis rid himself of the thought, of course you remembered him, right?

With a shaky hand, he extended the bouquet towards you, "These are for you."

A smile stretched onto your face as you took the flowers delicately and retreated back into the house, leaving the door open while saying from the kitchen: "Come, sit down."

David removed his shoes and shut the door behind him when he entered. He followed you to the kitchen, watching as you filled a clear vase with water and clipped the stems off the flowers.

Webster observed from the doorway in silence, taking note of the way you practically danced across the kitchen, finally placing the vase on an open counter and turning around to face him, "Would you like a drink? I've got tea, coffee, or some water."

"I'll have tea, please." He responds absently. You don't realize it, of course, but his mind is trying to make a decision. He's still not sure if you remember who he was, but, Oh– he sure hopes you do. He can barely contain himself when he blurts, "Do you remember?"

Turning to look at him again, a quizzical look crosses your face before it returns back to a warm grin that makes his heart 'ba-bump' wildly in his chest. "How could I forget?"

David feels a smile pulling at his lips and a soft sigh of relief eludes him and he steps closer, nearly cornering you against the counter, “I had to come find you,” he says, “I just couldn’t live my life knowing we had something and never got the chance to act on it.”

“I’m glad you did,” Your voice is barely above a whisper when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

His eyes dart down to your lips. Subconsciously, his tongue darts out to wet his own lips as his eyes draw back to yours, “Can I kiss you?”

In a hushed tone, you answer: "Please."

Instantly, David closes the gap between your lips in a fiery kiss. His lips were molded against your own, passion flowing between you two.

The kiss was only broken off when he pulled away for a gasp of air, his forehead resting against yours, "I love you."

"I love you more," you reply

Nothing could describe how forever grateful you'd be that David did find you. In all honesty, you had thought there was never a chance of finding him again after the war ended. But how he did find you was a story for another time, one that would be discussed at a later date because right now all you wanted to do was hold and love David for he had found you. A reunion believed impossible.

[kimsgoeun]

All the plots

under the cut are some plots and fcs i wanna use. i also have some open/semi-open muses i wouldn’t mind using for more things here. i prefer writing on tumblr and don’t mind making a separate blog or using my “indie/multimuse” blog. if you’re interested, message me or like the post and i will go bother you.

plots

“You’re my younger sibling’s childhood best friend and everyone has always figured they’d end up with you, but I don’t think you’d make that great of a match at all and maybe I’ve always had a thing for you too.”

“You’re the enemy of my best friend, but we’re now stuck working together/living together so we see each other all the time.”  

“You’re the sibling of a celebrity and hate your sibling’s celebrity bestie because their cocky and annoying, but oops the bestie falls for you and now is trying to win your attention/affection by sending you gifts and talking about you in interviews and maybe you don’t totally hate the attention after all.”

girls fighting evil; muse a and b were friends who solved hauntings and communicated with ghosts on a reality show. one day, they see something that frightens them to their core. due to it, muse a decides to quit the show, claims all of it was fake, denies their powers, and ends their friendship with muse b. ten years later, muse a lives in isolation and tries to ignore the ghosts that continue to haunt them. muse b, on the other hand, still continues to make a living chatting with the dead and helping them move on. but as the evil thing that scared them comes back, it begins going after people that look just like them, and now muse b knows they need to get muse a back so they can try to finish what they started all those years ago. 

“Muse A is well-mannered, polite, quiet, and shy, and Muse B didn’t even know they existed until they tap on Muse B’s shoulder and asks them out super awkwardly/nervously. Muse B, feeling bad for them, agrees and ends up having a rather awkward and weird first date with them. Despite this, Muse A asks them out a second time, and while Muse B doesn’t exactly think it’s a good idea, finds themselves agreeing again. Of course the second time around, Muse A goes in for a kiss and it ends up not being chaste, sweet, or awkward like Muse B expects, but instead it’s rough and passionate and oops, now Muse B is a little more interested to see where things lead.”

“A plot where a flower crown, summer dress wearing innocent princess of a girl goes to a festival and by chance meets the lead guitarist of one of the head-lining acts. He’s super punk and is known as the player/heartbreaker of his band and first of all just sees the girl as another groupie to add to his list–there’s lots of sneaking back stage and into tents when its dead late and eye fucking when he’s on stage. Then surprise, surprise, he falls hard for her her only to find out later that she has some sophisticated, rich boyfriend from some ivy league college and she’s not actually so innocent after all.”

the office inspired: jim x pam; muse a and muse b both work for a rather mundane company where muse a is one of the salespeople and muse b is the receptionist. muse a has had a crush on muse b since they began working there and it has only intensified as an easy friendship grew between them. but muse b has been engaged for as about as long as they’ve known muse a, so nothing aside from friendship has occurred. but pls give me work besties who make the hours at work not so miserable, and both muses secretly pining over the other.  

gilmore girls inspired: rory x jess; give me a small town with muse a being the golden child of the town (golden adult tbh) and muse b being a newcomer that screams trouble. no one in town seems to like muse b and that’s perfectly fine with them since this is the last place they wanna be (maybe they got job transferred there or they have family they had to take care of or just family business to take of in general), but for whatever reason is drawn to muse a (and is about the only person in town they find remotely tolerable/interesting), and so they start a very unlikely friendship. muse a can be in some long-term relationship (and/or long-distance), so all the angst when there’s also a natural chemistry there with muse a trying to figure out what to do and muse b not exactly being subtly about their interest in them.

fc / ships

abigail cowen

alexis bledel

alison brie

angela sarafyan

anne hathaway

anya taylor joy

baifern

bona

brenda song

brie larson

ella hunt

fah yongwaree

gemma chan

gong yoo

go min si

halston sage

jenna coleman

jessica chastain

jessica lucas

joe keery

kang tae-oh

keira knightley

kim doyeon

kim jaewook

kim tae-ri

kitty chicha

krysten ritter

lee soo hyuk

lee dongwook

lee joo-myung

lupita nyong’o

manny jacinto

michael trevino

milo ventimiglia

nam joo-hyuk

nesrin cavadzade

nychaa nuttanicha

olivia swann

park bo-young

park eun bin

samara weaving

simone ashley

song kang

sonoya mizuno

win metawin

xiaojun

zorzo natharuetaisom

[livingingloworld]

June 19th, 2024

Atlas the final ride…

Woke up in disbelief because how can this already be the end?? I was fortunate to wake up early this morning to catch the sunrise through the trees (mind you the sun rises around 4am during the summer solstice). It was a beautiful moment I shared with myself and a peaceful way to leave Aberystwyth💫. I finished packing and met with the rest of the group for our last breakfast together while we shared our feelings of reminiscence as this trip truly went by in a blink of an eye but it was time to make our grand exit. We began our departure by walking our to the University’s bus stop where we said goodbye to Luther which was extremely bittersweet as I shared a wholesome conversation with him about his education journey at Aberystwyth University and he gave me reassurance to simply let my passion lead me through my journey as this trip has been so eye opening, it has made me question whether I want to finish my degree in America..

Once we made it to the train station we settled in for a 3 hour train ride where we all used the extra time to either catch up on blogs from having poor service or simply catching up on sleep since we were all extremely sleep deprived but personally there’s plenty enough time for me to catch up on sleep so I used the time to really take in the scenery as the train ride from Aberystwyth to London was the most enjoyable part of the train ride… Europe’s country is nothing comparably to America’s and I’ve drove cross country four consecutive times through childhood but this view could not amount.

Once we caught our connecting train we were in London not too long after. We got back to our hotel just to be told our rooms weren’t ride yet again🫨 but no worries our other tour guy Elle let us use her room to change, freshen up and rearrange our bags. We headed downstairs to meet with our nerd and took the bus down to seven dials to begin our grand departure. We shopped around the plaza where I was in search of London’s most remarkable cheese house and I was able to get a two year aged Irish cheese and fresh goat cheese to take back home with plans of making the most traditional fettuccine pasta I can craft.. Shortly after our exploring the vendor filled streets of seven dials we met up with Ivo and the rest of the group for dinner at the most authentic Indian restaurant. Coming from a Pakistani background I can say that this restaurant had their spice blend and most importantly their masala tea blasted me back into childhood, I can still taste the nostalgia.

After dinner we headed back to the hotel where we parted ways with Ivo and he gave us the most valuable advice; “travel at much as possible, as soon as you get comfortable it’s time for a new destination.. explore the world”. Those words echoed through my head for the rest of this night, the girls and I settled in Lily’s room and got ready for our last night out. We met up with our nerd again and made our way to put the ho in Soho babyyy😝. We arrived at SheSoHo which is an all lesbian exclusive night club in London where the gals and I left our mark on the city. It was karaoke night and I’m a shy, reserved person but Lilly convinced me to sing at least one song because this is one in a lifetime opportunity… I didn’t know any other song confidently my heart besides the song Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore so, I did it… rap each lyrics bar for bar and showed a side of myself I didn’t know I had access to. That night was worth an experience of a lifetime and was a grand way to embark our presence on the city and make our resplendent exit.

After the club it was around 1am and we took the scenic walk back to the hotel where we discovered tents filled with people who were shelterless and it was very dawning because it was as if these tents appeared on the street out of thin air… During the day the streets of london were filled with busy people but it was rare to have an occurrence of those who were homeless, we mostly saw them at the tubes station asking people to help them out for a room. But this was the first time we were out late wondering the streets, we noticed the roads were fairly empty. No one seemed to be walking, or hanging around the pubs, or even presence of police officers.. But we all agreed that once the late night settled that where the homeless were appeared to set up for shelter for the evening which is strange because it made me question, does London push force the homeless out of certain areas where tourism is prevalent?? Because I was truly convinced that London had a better approach to rehabilitating their homeless than America has but made it’s all a cover up? I can still confidently say that there homeless population was the least I’ve ever witnessed..

We ended our night/early morning showering, changing into our airport clothes, packing up our suitcases and meeting everyone downstairs to pack into the bus that would take us to the airport. This is where our journey ended and where my memory goes in and out as we did pull an all nighter in Soho and my group and I were drifting in out of consciousness during our voyage back to America.

I would like to end this final blog post off by saying thank you to each and every single one of you who played apart to such a monumental experience for me. I appreciate every single one of you who shared your story with me and allowed me to do the same. This trip gave me a perspective change of a lifetime and thank you all for being apart of it.

Cheers!!

[sleepthinks]

Had a bad dream that went on for a bit, and since dreams were why i made this blog in the first place, hopefully getting this out of my head and onto a post will resolve me of this burden.

The first dream last night i dont remember yet, but i know it was about high school and i was relieved to wake up and not have to go through it anymore

The second dream starts off with me going to a bridal shower with my stepmother (who ive been no contact with for nearly 20 years)

As we wait for the food to be ready (indian? I've never had indian irl) the host had a bag of assorted toys for me to look through (lego pieces and figures)

I happily went to sorting the lego pieces out (rather than have to see my stepmother) and the longer i went through the bag, the cooler stuff the host seemed to have. (old star wars lego mini figures including droids and aliens, THEN they had some rare, still in packaging power rangers figures, the whole OG set)

Each new discovery was better than the last so i HAD to keep digging. I didnt know the host (or her fiance) but with toys like these i have NO idea how she was connected to my stepmonster.

Eager to find the next hidden prize, i opened a bag they had stashed underneath their coffee table to find... Another bag? Kinda weird. But this second bag had multiple pockets and zippers. Inside the first pocket was a small tent rolled up? The second pocket had dark red leather gloves. The third pocket had some sort of metal attachment or armor of some kind? At this point i am thoroughly disturbed and have this awful dread setting in. I thought i was finding cool exciting treasures but the tone of the dream has changed and now i know ive come across something secret and dark.

I join the rest of the bridal shower at a dinner table as they line up to get scoops of indian food (again, idk how this is in my dream, i havent really had indian food irl)

Listening to the strangers around the table talk, i begin to suspect that the host and her fiance are into ttrpgs, things like Dungeons and Dragons, and they joke about going so far as wearing costumes, but the dread inside me grows deeper. Remember im being dragged along to this event by my stepmother, who is the type of Feisty-Christ-y that would consider things like D&D and Harry Potter to be witchcraft and therefore satanic and evil. Im so uncomfortable in the dream im dying to evaporate on the spot rather than be associated with this woman.

Just then, the host woman's fiance makes a surprise appearance (do grooms go to bridal showers? Idk) and as he's greeting the other women gathered there, his eyes scan over me and i instantly know he knows i know and he's PISSED

*Something happens here i dont quite remember. I think my first alarm goes off to wake me up and i smash snooze on that bitch*

Now in the dream I'm outside somewhere i do not recognize. I'm on a town street, with business buildings on either side. The side im on has a white building with blue trim and a sign on top that says "Biggest Lies." The building directly across from it has a red trim and sign that reads "Littlest Lies." In the dream it is known (by dream logic/knowledge) that these are government buildings. Next to the Biggest Lies building is a sort of petting zoo, but in place of animals the yard just has the melted wreckages of various different vehicles.

Searching around the wreckage sites i pick up a small hatchet, thats completely gold. Instead of a smooth, rounded handle, the hatchet has a groove down the grip, like something else is supposed to slot into it somehow.

Slowly cruising down through the street in between the buildings are several large cars, maybe on parade? They are decorated in signs and tinsel and flags. All of these cars/trucks are on large wheels and the drivers are men with cowboy hats and sunglasses and clean white suits.

I don't understand what this parade is about, like what political stance they are trying to exclaim, or what the reason for their celebration is, but i know that this hatchet is how i need to defend myself from these people.

I cross the street into a building next to the Littlest Lies building. Even though this building looks like a store front, once you get inside you are met with a solid, blank wall. Turning almost completely around i notice a small, narrow stairway that winds up and around itself leading up to a second floor. As i climb the stairs the wall has these large thin gold plates, almost like tapestries, stretching from floor to ceiling. These panels are engraved, but in a language i cant read.

The stairs lead up to the second floor landing with a room that's even smaller than the entryway on the first floor. This room has even more of the gold panels on the walls, but instead of being neatly spaced along the stairwell, they are plastered haphazardly all over the walls of the room. In the middle of the floor there is a small altar with dying candles in a circle on the floor. On top of this altar is a small, palm sized golden puck. Its like a small circle with smaller circles stacked on top, like a wedding cake, but could fit in your hand and is only 2-3 inches high. Obviously i pick up this mystical treasure, even though the room I'm in feels like a ritual space of a crazy person. The underside of this puck has a silver circle that feels almost magnetic. Making my way back down the stairs i throw the puck into the golden panels. The dream logic was if i could knock one of these panels off the wall, perhaps there would be a passage i could continue down rather than go back outside to the parade of hostile people.

Having no luck and nowhere else to go, i have to return to the street parade that is now even more agitated. They've set some more of their cars on fire, leaving more melted carcasses along the street.

Fearing for my life, but also afraid that these people will take the hatchet or golden puck from me, i grip the small relic tight and the pointed end digs into my palm. Like a spring loaded toilet paper holder, the object pushes back against my grip and then extends way out, creating a nearly meter long rod thats end is now a sharp point. Like the hatchet, this rod also has an uneven shaft, like it's been split in two and has another piece that would slide into it.

Using my new spear-like weapon, i start stabbing the tires of the remaining cars in the parade. The strange people were aggravated before, and now they are murderous. Not willing to go down without a fight, i brandish both of my golden weapons at the crowd closing in around me.

*my alarm goes off again. I've been saved from this nightmare but my mind is still fully pulled back into the dream, this cycle repeats several times, with a different reality each time*

Eventually I'm back at the bridal party but this time I'm separated from the women from earlier and on the opposite side of the house. The groom from before- (lets give him a name. Ivan? Ivan sounds like a murderer right?) - ivan has recruited three of his friends to show up and these men are confronting me with the same murderous intent of the crowd from the parade. I discover the truth: Ivan has a sinister power, to transport his group into the different realities they play "D&D" in. But his group is sadistic and cruel and any dimension they move to they treat horribly. They murder and rob everyone they come across because they know in their own world they wont face consequences. But now that i know their secret, they cant let me leave and risk that i would expose them as the awful people they are. One of Ivan's buddies seems to hesitate about murdering a child. (lets give this guy a name too. Don? Don seems fine.) Ivan reaches out and places a hand on Don's shoulder. Still glaring at me, he whispers his spell and shoves his friend to the side. Don's eyes roll to the back of his head as he screams and falls to his knees. Before he can hit the ground, his body disappates into whatever dimension Ivan called him to.

Frantic again I turn and run, but im stuck in a house im unfamiliar with and im outnumbered. Panicking as i move through the hallway, I'm holding onto the wall to keep my scared self from falling. As i round a corner, the wall i was clutching splinters apart and I'm left holding a new relic. This one is long and wooden, with a wide, curved end like the stock of a rifle. Unfortunately the other end doesnt have a gun, it just ends with the same notched grooves that the previous weapons had. WHAT am i supposed to slot into these??

I don't remember what happened next. At one point i find another wooden piece that threads onto the wooden stock like a silencer/barrel, but theres still no actual gun pieces.

Eventually my final alarm goes off and i have to drag myself to work. But all morning i cant shake the feelings of dread and fear that were so strong in the dreams

[holisticsoulhealer]

Prayer or Meditation - A Spiritual Story

I chose to steward a sweet healing center, in Southern California, many years ago. It was in a small shopping center, right next door to a very popular sub style sandwich shop. It grew busy with our $1 a minute chair massage, while people waited for the their sandwiches to be made. Many of them only had 10 minutes or so, and when that time flew, they came back as full massage clients later.

One of the quickie clients while sat in our chair, grew very concerned about who we were, because she had been taught through religious conviction, that prayer was acceptable and meditation was not. It was never our job or the work at hand, to persuade anybody out of any held conviction. It was merely our work to hold a loving space and allow suggestions, ideas, doorways to appear, providing choice and where invited, education about broader viewpoints and possibilities in their lives ahead.

The one quickie chair massage client felt as though she had already gone against her long-standing principles by receiving a simple 10 minute massage from a body working business that held a wider view than hers. It was as though she had let in a burglar, who was trying to steal her convictions. She arose from the chair, pink in the face, threw the money into the hand of the therapist, and walked next door really quickly, to claim her lunch that made her feel whole again. This was a really harsh lesson for me, that I have never forgotten. I so desperately wanted to run after her, telling her we came from love and pure intention, and that we were so sorry if anything said or shared offended her. I did not have that opportunity, and had to sit with and in the seat of discomfort. It lasted several days, causing me to mistrust any sharing or even any work I did during that time. I was tentative and way more cautious.

Thank goodness realizations began to pour in, helping me to sort out that day. I found out that there is beauty in all things, including strong, religious messages that others carried for themselves.  From hereon in, I would stay diligent with anyone I worked with, making sure they could trust me, and that there was full permission, before I laid a hand on them. I wanted that safe space for them, and it was important for me that the work was enjoyable and valuable, in the time I was giving away. It fit the “do no harm” policy that massage therapists and professional holistic care practitioners provide.

I also asked the questions, and sat with the difference for me between prayer and meditation. I asked guides and Angelic messengers to clearly show me a manner of describing each for my own interest.

This is what they came up with……………

Prayer is when we reach out and ask for help, sometimes for others, other times for ourselves, and perhaps for our planet, or an amazing outcome and all the many reasons we pray. I loved this and felt that prayer is powerful with pure ideas to help someone else, and to call in help for ourselves when we really need it.

Meditation is where we sit and open our hearts and ears to listen. To listen attentively and take care to really pay attention and hear messages that will help us to serve our special time here on earth with more care and intent. I loved this one, and decided I wanted to become more practiced at this.

I love the help and understanding.  I hope this is of service to each of you.

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Ruth

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[nickgerlich]

Living In The Past

Once upon a time I used to teach our Retail Management course (which is now being rebranded as Multichannel Retail). One of my favorite topics was the Wheel of Retailing. Essentially, it posited that when a company enters the market space, it tries to disrupt things by doing things differently. But as time passes, as the concept goes, that company starts adding back elements that, in the end, make it look a lot like the other companies it sought to displace or replace.

If you read Orwell’s Animal Farm back in 8th grade, you might recognize the story line, because it is rather analogous to how the animals overtook the farmer, a man who ruled with an iron fist because he was—well—the farmer. Slowly but surely an animal hierarchy emerged, with the pigs being more equal than others. In the end, farm life wound up being a lot like it was when the farmer was in charge.

Skip forward to the digital era, and we now find ourselves seeing purely online retailers as well as DTC (Direct-to-Consumer) manufacturers supplementing their e-commerce presence with stores and—gasp—even wholesalers and other retailers.

While there is certainly money to be made as a pure play business, there’s more to be made by enlarging one’s tents. Of course, there are costs for doing so, like if you follow Amazon’s model with its own stores, as well as others like Warby Parker, the popular purveyor of eye glasses, with their retail shops. 

Then factor in using completely unrelated entities, such as wholesalers and retailers.

This is, in fact, the traditional distribution chain. It is long been the norm, and much of what we buy has gone through these three levels before we put it in our cart. In some product areas, such as alcohol, a three-tiered distribution is mandated by law, except for small amounts that can be purchased at craft breweries, wineries, and distillers.Of course, we must recognize that using middlemen implicitly means sharing profits with each of them.

No discussion of the struggle to reach more customers is complete without mentioning Peloton, the high-dollar stationary bike that rode to fame during COVID, and then had two flat tires once things reopened. The company, which had started as pure play and then opened its own shops, decided to use Dick’s Sporting Goods and Amazon as retail partners. The company now realizes its future profits will be in subscriptions for workout software.

All of which is to say that BAM (brick and mortar) is not dead, nor will it ever be. While some of us buy nearly everything online, the vast majority of shoppers still like being out and about in shops and centers far and wide.

In fact, it may be the easiest way to overcome any lingering resistance to online shopping, as well as score huge revenue gains. While e-commerce is a significant player, it has its limits, at least for now, and there is a lot of untapped potential back in the BAM world.

Once again, in a strange kind of way, we are seeing the Wheel of Retailing in play. It was true thirty years ago when I first taught the course, and it is still true today. It just manifests itself in different ways. It’s great to be a disruptor, because it garners a lot of attention. But once that luster begins to fade, it’s time to get down to brass tacks, which is making money.



And for the time being, that financial fix is doing things the old fashioned way, more than likely in tandem with the original online efforts. It opens the door to many new customers and much higher market share. Sticking to their original guns could actually be ruinous, given the limits of the online platform.



Because reality can be a pig.

Dr “Don’t Forget The Past“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

[velvetyh]

Helloo! I don't really know if you made a post like this before (and I also saw your post abt tbz mtl a switch/sub/dom) but who do you think in the boyz are mtl into voyeurism? idk I just haven't seen anyone do a mtl abt voyeurism before so yeah and uh also can you also add if they are like a voyeur or like BEING voyeured. That's it thanks! ^^

hi sweetheart!

i think i’ve talked like once on my blog about voyeurism and i keep the same opinion… let’s go!!

mtl voyeurism

hyunjae (he’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, would either touch himself on top of his pants or if he feels risky he’d slip his cock out of his underwear)

juyeon (we been knew that the world goes too fast for him… if he sees you doing your business on your own, he’d be startled at first, but would instantly get a boner, even if he tries to look away. he’s bolder than hyunjae tho, would remove his pants to be more comfortable palming himself. if that can help him getting caught faster, he doesn’t see a problem)

sunwoo (doesn’t touch himself, just stares. his boner looks so painful that if you catch him, you’re almost the one offering to relieve him. he’d never turn that kind of offer down, wanting to experience how your lips and tongue feel on his cock.)

eric (poor baby has to relieve himself or he would be moody for the rest of the day. touches himself yet has to bite his lips to mute his moans and grunts because you just look so good pleasuring yourself... likes to imagine you whispering his name between your breathy moans, making him more sensitive than ever and shakily cum all over his hand)

changmin (he’s so quiet that you don’t even notice him leaning against the doorframe, observing you. he has the resist the urge to pounce into you and fuck you into oblivion. the tent in his pants is more than visible but he doesn’t care, his attention is on you and you only. leaves as quietly as he came once you reached your high, jerking off in the shower while thinking about your pretty moans and facial expressions, making him cum in a matter of seconds)

sangyeon (absolutely loves this sight. doesn’t matter if he get a boner or cum in his pants, he cannot move nor remove his eyes from your sweat-covered body. would love to replace your toy with his cock, but that means your relation would shift to something else, and he doesn’t want to lose you because of a horny decision. at least not yet.)

younghoon (like eric, he has to relieve himself in some way or he’ll get mood swings. he cannot stop thinking about you after seeing you in such an intimate, private state, yet he doesn’t do anything. however, if it happens again, we wouldn’t hesitate to do something. either touching himself or fuck you, that’s for him to decide.)

jacob (would get shy if he saw you completely naked on your bed as he walked past your bedroom to get access to his, despite you purposefully leaving the door half open. you know he’s here, probably hiding in the corridor, behind the door, but he wouldn’t dare doing anything without your consent, even if he hears his name among your moans. you’ll both talk about it the next morning, when everything is back to normal and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something.)

kevin (like jacob, doesn’t do anything. doesn’t mean that he doesn’t think about it when he jerks off though.)

haknyeon (would get shy too but would stay longer than everyone else, almost getting caught as you were about to leave your room for a glass of water. would love to be the reason of your (s)creaming lol)

chanhee (would stay a few seconds behind your door because he wasn’t sure if it really was what he thought it was, would get bright red after hearing a very pronounced moan, your beautiful sounds bouncing around his mind, preventing him from focusing on his activities.)

mtl being voyeured

sunwoo (he’s an attention whore. would actually love to jerk off to an audience. if you are roommates for example and he knows that you are home, he’d purposefully be loud or play a porn loudly so you get curious and come around to watch him… would love to get caught in the act too)

changmin (he’s a freak. if you spy on him, he’d actually feel a presence and pretend that he didn’t see or hear anything, and as he’s about to cum, he’d look up at you and pick up the pace, mouth falling slightly ajar as his cum splatters all over his abdomen. eventually you’re the one embarrassed of getting caught, not him LOL)

hyunjae (he’s so cocky and confident that he doesn’t mind getting an audience. would actually fuel his ego if you were staring. just like changmin, would jerk off harder while maintaining eye contact, tongue poking his cheek as he grunts in pleasure)

eric (probably listened once to sunwoo ranting about how sexy it would be to jerk off in front of someone, and now it became one of his main kinks. watches a lot of 🟠⚫️ from this category since he doesn’t have anyone to do it with. would actually jerk off faster and his moans would get higher if he knows you’re watching. especially you, since how hot you are to him)

jacob (please watch him jerk off. he absolutely loves this. he loves to know that you are watching and probably getting turned on by his cock and his body, would purposefully make his voice huskier, raspier because he just knows he’s sexy like that, would think of you while cumming, closing his eyes to imagine you standing him front of him to watch him, even if you’re not actually hiding behind his door)

sangyeon (if he knows that you were here, he’d be a bit startled at first, yet a rush of pride would quickly flood his veins and turn him into a cocky beast. would thrust his cock into his fist, imagining that it was yours, sometimes looking up to see if you were still observing him. wouldn’t mind if you left, but would offer you a show if you decided to stay)

chanhee (despite being a flustered mess, he’d love being voyeured. he would continue to do his thing, his rosy cheeks matching his hair beautifully. (yes im a fan of his pink hair fight me) would cum quicker than he imagined, but that’s one of the best orgasms he’s ever had)

juyeon (he’s too focused that he doesn’t even realise that you are here. he’s someone very private so i feel like he’d get shy.)

haknyeon younghoon and kevin (i see them as kinda secretive and don’t want to get caught. if being voyeured counts as jerking off while someone is watching, then count them in, but other than that, i feel like it’s not their cup of tea (im all ears if you want to politely disagree!))

[angryschnauzer]

Pitching Tents

Summary: Ooof... *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill (MFM)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the worlds best camping table.

Only the finest free range, organic typos, allowed to run wild and free.

I do not run a tag list, but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you will get an alert every time i post something new. Masterlist got too big for tumblr, so past works can also be found at angryschnauzerwrites or on my AO3.

A/N: Don’t @ me yelling about RPF. This is utter fantasy. You know that, i know that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However i do feel i have included enough of each actor to satisfy both sets of fans. Enjoy the filth you dirty sluts.

Pitching Tents

Sitting in the dressing room having your makeup removed you laughed and joked with Chris and Henry, your co-stars. Finally you were prosthetic free and your FX makeup artist left, leaving you to listen as the two men chatted away;

“So all set for our camping trip this weekend Chris?” Henry asked as he wiped off fake blood from his cheek

“Can’t fucking wait Henry, three whole days of beers, fishing, and doing fuck all” Chris turned to you and smiled; “So, whata’ you doin this weekend?”

Sighing you took a sip of water;

“Probably just bingeing Netflix with a family sized bag of chocolate”

“Why don’t you come camping with us?” 

Henry suggested lightly, and at his suggestion your head snapped up;

“Really? I’ve never camped in my life! I’ll just cramp your style for your boys weekend. I’ve never even pitched a tent”

“Oh don’t worry, me and Hen have got all the equipment you could need for that” Chris assured you, but you missed the sly wink he shot to Henry.

-

The campsite was beautiful. On private land it was amazing what being one of Hollywoods biggest stars could get you into, and as Chris had pulled his truck over the gravel both you and Henry were impressed with the stunning location. You’d had little to do as they put the tent up, and as the sun had started to set the beers had been cracked open and the campfire glowed. Whether it was the fresh air, the beer, or the busy work schedule you all had, you were turning in just as the sun had fully set. Curling up underneath the pile of blankets and quilts that’d been thrown on the air mattress, you were quickly fast asleep before either of the men had climbed in beside you.

-

The bright morning sunlight shone in through the thin fabric of the tent waking you, and as you pulled yourself from sleep you smiled at the two men seemingly still fast asleep either side of you. As much as you wanted to stay in the warmth of the blankets you needed to pee, so carefully and silently you pulled yourself out of the cocoon and slipped a discarded flannel shirt on, unsure if it was Henry’s or Chris’s, either way it swamped you and covered your panties and cami you’d worn to sleep in.

As soon as they’d heard the zipper of the tent close Chris had cracked an eye open to glance at Henry, a smirk on his face as he was greeted with an identical grin.

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” Chris whispered

“Yeah, you’ve seen her eyeing each of us, i think she’ll be up for some fun”

“You ready?”

“Dude, i have woken up with the biggest morning wood” Henry grinned

“Me too… so how’re we gonna do this?”

“I’m thinking the sleepy roll and cuddlespoon method ”

“Yeah that’ll work” Chris paused as he heard your heavy footfalls approaching the tent, winking at Henry before the two of them feigned sleep.

With your teeth chattering from the chilly morning air you reluctantly pulled the flannel shirt off before silently sliding back under the blankets, shivering as your body attempted to warm up until suddenly a warm chest pressed to your back and a heavy arm was draped over your waist. Your eyes sprang open and breath caught in your throat as you processed Henry spooning behind you, quiet snores coming from his lips. Before you could think any more on what the man behind you was doing, Chris let out a sleepy sigh and rolled towards you, his face resting on your chest as his legs pressed against your own. With your lower limbs crushed between both mens you shifted a little, lifting one leg slightly only for Chris to hum in appreciation as his hand rested on your thigh and lifted your knee over his hip.

For just a few minutes as the shock and tension had subsided you relaxed into the warmth of being sandwiched between them, but as the temperature started to rise under the blankets you shifted and started to wriggle, and that’s when you felt the first one. The first nudge as Chris pressed himself to your core and you could feel what the internet had lost their collective minds for. A rush of breath left your body as you fought the dilemma between a friend unknowingly grinding against you with the feeling of just how good it felt. With just the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers separating your bodies, you screwed your eyes shut and ignored the guilty feelings for just a moment as Chris rubbed his impressive hard on the length of your slit. When one particular rub grazed against your clit you let out a gasp and without realising arched your back, pushing your ass into Henry and discovering he was having the same bodily issue Chris was. A sleepy murmur greeted you as Henry’s hot breath danced on your ear, before he pressed closer and you felt his fat dick rut into the crease of your ass.

Was either man aware of what the other was doing? Should you say something? As these thoughts plagued your mind they were interrupted as two pairs of lips started to find their way around your body, Henry softly kissing your neck as Chris hooked one finger into the neckline of your cami to allow him to gently suck a hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

Two sleepy ‘hmm’s replied, bodies starting to move in unison as they all sought friction, and when you felt Henry’s warm palm smooth over your thigh and ass you let out a groan as he dipped his hand between your legs from behind and his fingers found their way beneath the elastic of your underwear;

“Chris, she’s fucking soaked”

“Lemme feel…”

Suddenly another hand slid down your stomach and the front of your panties, an appreciative moan rumbling from the Bostonian’s chest as he used your slick juices to coat his finger before rubbing circles again your clit;

“So she is… that’s good, gonna need to be real wet for us Babe… Hen, how many fingers you got in her?”

“Two at the moment” the Brit said as he pumped those two thick digits into your velvet cavern; “She’s so fucking tight…”

“Give her another one, need to get her ready”

You felt Henry pull his hand out before adjusting his fingers, only to feel the delicious stretch and burn as he carefully inserted three of his thick digits into your tight entrance;

“You ready?” he asked Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of you, and with a fluid movement Henry had pulled his fingers from you and your panties down your thighs. Chris’s hands were on your hips, lifting you to straddle his waist before he pulled his boxers down and positioned his dripping cock at your entrance, waiting for you to take the final step.

With your fingers splayed against the hard plains of his chest you sank down on him, feeling the wide head of his cock split your walls apart, the stretch almost too much despite Henry’s fingers working you open just seconds before;

“Oh fuck… Chris…”

“That’s it Babe, ride me, let me feel you fuck yourself on my cock”

Letting your head fall back you closed your eyes as you started to ride Chris, lost in the moment until you heard the sound of Henry spitting on his hand. Looking over you saw how he had pushed the blankets back and was now fisting his angry red dick, watching you ride his friend. Whilst continuing to ride Chris you reached for Henry who wriggled close enough that you could wrap your hand around his hot shaft. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing against your own before he sat back with a contented sigh just as Chris started to fuck up into you;

“Feel so fucking good Babe”

“Chris… oh my god…”

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna see it dripping out of you before it’s Henry’s turn”

At the mention of his name Henry grunted, licking his lips;

“Mmm sloppy seconds… gonna need it to fit me in that tight pussy”

As Chris’s thrusts started to get sloppy you rubbed at your clit, your orgasm washing over you before you felt Chris push his hips up and stutter, the twitching of his dick deep inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Only vaguely aware of Henry moving behind you, it was when his strong hands grasped your hips and lifted you off of Chris did you let out a squeal of surprise, before he set you down on your hands and knees and ran a thumb through your folds;

“Chris, you gotta see this”

With a groan Chris moved, looking at his thick white seed dripping from you before he settled back down beside you, arms behind his head. 

Henry pressed his hand to your shoulders, pushing you down as he settled behind you, swiping the bulbous crown of his fat dick through your come soaked lips. You felt that notch as he lined himself up, and with a grunt he slowly pushed into you. 

“Oh fuck…” Henry cursed; “From the way Chris fucked you i thought you’d be loose, but fucking hell you’re tight…”

You were panting with the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by Henry, your words punctuated by breaths;

“You’re… the… one… hung… like… a… fucking… horse… OH FUCKING HELL… SO GOOD”

Where Chris had length and an impressive curve, Henry had girth and a lot of it, the sucking sound of him plugging your pussy from behind filling the tent and audible over your yelps and moans. 

“Love it when a girl is loud” Henry grunted from behind you, his hips digging roughly into your his as he punctuated each smooth thrust with a hard and deep halt, before doing it again. In front of you Chris moved, swinging one leg over your shoulders until your face was inches from his crotch and you felt his knuckle underneath your chin;

“Open up Babe”

Looking up you took in the sight of Chris sitting in front of you, his chest patterned with tattoos and coarse hair, his stomach firm yet soft now he no longer had to push his body to the limits of dehydration for Marvel. His dick was hardening as he watched Henry defile your body, and as he cupped your chin he guided your mouth open, gasping as your tongue and lips sucked on the mushroom head. 

Just then Henry started to thrust in harder, his hips harsh as they snapped back and forth and you were reminded that even though he was 250lbs of solid muscle he had the grace of a ballet dancer with his agility. With each push it sent you forwards to take just a little more of Chris into your mouth, before both men were grunting as they spit roasted you like a spit roasted pig at a county fair.

Your senses were overwhelmed, from touch to taste to smell to sound, the atmosphere in the tent was overwhelming and your mind could barely process it through the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. Henry was pulling a fierce orgasm from you and fucking you straight through it, Chris getting close as he cupped his balls and with a groan unloaded thick streams of cum into your mouth. You swallowed what you could but there was so much some dripping down your chin with a steady trail of spit. 

As Chris slipped out of your mouth Henry also pulled out, his strong arms flipping you over until he was on top of you, his mouth catching your own for a fierce kiss, no doubt able to taste Chris on your tongue but he was unbothered by that as he speared your body again. He widened his stance, his legs wide on the mattress as he ground his length into you, and you were completely surrounded by him as his teeth found your neck and he found your pressure points;

“That’s is Darling, let me feel you fall apart for me… felt so good squeezing my cock just a few moments ago, you can do it again, you feel so good…” he praised you as his hips worked serpent like magic between your thighs, the slow grind and push of his pelvic bone against your clit making you roar as your orgasm coursed through your body. You were thankful that the peak of your orgasm had passed when Henry finally reached his peak as to watch the man come undone was a sight of beauty; head thrown back, his mouth open as he let out a groan-come-howl, and you felt the violent spurts of him filling your womb with his cum.

When he was finally spent he bent down and kissed you, tongues and teeth before with a groan he pulled out and rolled to your side;

“You were amazing Darling”

“She was… and is” Chris added as he rolled towards you a kissed you softly, his beard tickling your face and making you smile; “I don’t know about you guys but i’m fucking starving now”

-

Having claimed the flannel shirt you’d worn earlier, that was all you wore as you curled up in a camping chair as Chris lit a campfire and started to make breakfast. Henry approached holding a steaming mug of coffee for you which you eagerly took, your teeth chattering as you started to regret not putting more clothing on;

“Cold? Scoot up and sit on my lap, i’ll keep you warm”

Quickly standing you let Henry take a seat in the camping chair before you sat on his lap, his body like a furnace even though he was just in sweats and a t-shirt. Sitting sideways on him he had one strong arm around your back, the other casually resting on your bare thigh as your legs were swung over the other side of the chair. 

You sat and relished the warmth from his body, the three of you chatting about work when you felt Henry’s hand slide between your thighs. Glancing at his face his attention was trained on Chris, his poker face only cracking when you saw the corner of his mouth tug up in a tiny smirk, glancing at you as Chris turned away and cocking an eyebrow as his fingers found your slit. 

“Shh” he quietly whispered as he slid two fingers into your soaked channel as his thumb found your clit, before he nonchalantly returned to the conversation with Chris. Soon you were writhing on his lap and you could feel the insistent nudge of his cock hard against your ass, so when Chris disappeared to the truck to grab stuff from the chiller Henry grinned at you;

“I need to be inside you… quickly…”

You stood and he pulled his sweats down just enough so his angry red cock sprang free, pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs closed as you stood between his outstretched thighs, and you slid down onto him, spearing your narrow channel with his girth. Chris wandered back holding the supplies;

“Eggs? Breakfast sausage?”

You heard Henry snort back a peel of laughter, and Chris paused, frowning;

“What are you two up to?”

“Chris, she’s already getting her breakfast sausage…” Henry lifted the shirt you wore and you parted your thighs, showing Chris what he was missing. The unmistakable twitch inside Chris’s sweats told you he was growing hard, and as you started to bound on Henry’s lap Chris simply leant and sat on the edge of the small camping table, squeezing himself through the fabric as Henry thrust up into you.

You let your cries and gasps drift on the wind as Henry slid one hand down your front and rubbed firm circles on your clit, his other hand cupping your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, his stubble brushing against your cheek. He started to grunt and you could feel your orgasm sparking like electricity coursing through your veins, you were now so cock hungry you were begging for him to fill you up with another load of his cum as your body milked him. 

With weary limbs you lay prone across Henry’s lap, a smile on your face as you glanced at Chris who’s eyes were dark with lust as his sweatpants were obscenely tented. Groaning as you pulled off of Henry, your legs wobbled as you closed the distance between you and Chris, kissing him fiercely as he held your body to his so you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach;

“Betcha getting sore now…” he mused

“Kinda”

“Bend over the table, let me make you feel better…”

Stepping around the table you bent over it, pressing your chest to the smooth surface, grinning at Henry who was now sipping his coffee as he watched you and Chris with interest. 

You heard the click of a bottle lid just as Chris flipped the shirt you still wore up so your naked ass was exposed completely, the cool trickle of oil over your buttocks followed by his warm palms smoothing the cooking condiment into your skin like a goddess at a Greek temple. His thumbs ran over the swollen lips between your thighs and the deep timbre of his voice resonated through you;

“Look at that, so much cum dripping out of you, our little fuck slut”

He slid two fingers into your pussy, before pulling them out and tracing them over your asshole, the oil helping the way as he breached your body and you let out a groan as he slid in easily. Moving his hand he managed to get his other two fingers into your pussy, stuffing both your holes before he grabbed the oil with his other hand and poured more onto your asshole, lubricating you for the inevitable. 

You felt him pull his hand free and he quickly yanked his sweatpants down, the wide bulbous crown pressing against your oiled rose before with a grunt he pushed in and breached your body;

“So fucking good, gonna pump your ass full of cum then Henry can do the same… if he’s got another round in him” he shot a glance to Henry as did you, the Brit raising his coffee mug as he watched his friend plunder your asshole.

“Gonna finish my coffee, and if you’re not done by then Evans you’ll have missed your shot”

With the challenge set by Henry, Chris started to rail you hard, balls deep in your ass as the quiet sounds of nature seemed to come alive as it fed off the carnal energy in its presence, until finally with a scream you came, an intense anal orgasm making you squirt and cover Chris’s thighs, before with a guttural cry he pushed in balls deep and unloaded a thick stream of cum in your bowels. 

You lay prone on the table, your body seemingly on fire as your mind was high on serotonin, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Henry stood and came round to stand behind you beside Chris.

Sucking in a breath Chris carefully pulled out, and the two men watched as a thigh glob of cum slowly slid from your gaping hole. Henry rubbed his thumb over your stretched ring as he pulled his sweats down;

“Gonna enjoy this… don’t normally get to fuck a girls ass, but if she’s already lubed and cum soaked i can just about squeeze in”

The blunt tip of his dick breached your body, and even though Chris wasn’t small, your body had to stretch even more to allow Henry’s girth into your dark passageway;

“So good… doing so well Darling…” Henry muttered as he smoothed his hands over your cheeks; “Fuck this is tight… not gonna last long…”

His powerful hips started to thrust into you, the suction of your body pulling him back in as he railed your asshole with you bent over the small table. 

“C’mon Henry, fill that little slut up”

“Almost… fucking… there…” he replied through gritted teeth, before pushing forwards one last time, filling you with another load.

“Did you…”

“Nah, just getting to that…”

You were hanging on the precipice, your orgasm so close as Henry pulled out and flipped you over, getting to his knees as he buried his face in your pussy, sliding two fingers into each of your cum soaked holes as his wide tongue lapped at your clit and be brought you to one final mind blowing orgasm. 

With everyone completely fucked out and sated, Henry wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you off the table and settled you on his lap, your body and mind overloaded from being fucked so well for so long. You quietly snoozed on his chest as Chris served breakfast, both men eating quietly as you slumbered, before an hour later you finally roused enough with your rumbling stomach to eat some toast.

Finally as they were clearing up you stood and stretched your limbs, before you quietly shed the now rather soiled borrowed shirt, and as naked as the day you were born you slowly walked into the lake, the cool waters lapping at your skin, soothing your muscles and washing away the evidence of your sin filled morning. 

Floating and looking back at the two men as the finished up and started to undress, you smiled to yourself; for your first time camping it was certainly a trip to remember.

[lathalea]

The Stray

Ready for a new ficlet for the Armitage Summer Splash event? Here it is!

WEEK 1 - PROMPT 2

Trope: Only one bed Quote: “I never knew it’d be like this.”

Relationships: Ray Levine (Stay Close) & an unexpected friend Rating: G You can find this fic on AO3.

The Stray

They say that New York never sleeps. Neither does Ray Levine. At least not tonight. His hotel room has turned out to be overbooked and all the other hotels in the vicinity seem to be full. Some conference or symposium. He does not remember nor does he care. And so he walks through the wet streets of the city with a camera in his hand, trying to ignore the effects of jetlag and exhaustion. People pass him by from time to time, seemingly not noticing his presence, busy returning to their homes. Only Ray walks aimlessly, waiting for the night to end, trying to ignore the chilling raindrops on his face. 

Neon lights paint stunning images on the camera’s lens and he manages to take several decent photos. Just before the shutter clicks for the last time, a dog limps into the frame. The image of a three-legged stray, his soft fur glistening with raindrops, against the clean, sharp lines of the asphalt jungle burns into the camera’s memory card. Not a Pulitzer-worthy shot for sure, but something in the dog’s eyes strikes a chord deep inside Ray. “Come here, buddy,” he extends his hand to the stray. There is no collar around its neck and he wonders whether there has ever been one.

The dog yelps tentatively and wags his tail once. Then it takes a couple of steps toward him.

“Rough night for you too, huh?” Ray speaks softly and finally, the dog sniffs his fingers with a few more waves of its tail. The animal looks thin and shivers slightly. No wonder. The poor beast is soaking wet.

“What would you say about finding somewhere warm and dry to spend the night?” Ray offers.

The dog gives out another yelp and wags his tail again.

“That’s settled, then,” Ray smiles and takes out his cellphone.

***

The hostel is located in a side alley and looks as cheap as they come, but there is a big green sign “Dogs & Pets Welcome” on the wall and that is everything Ray needs. Besides, they have just one last room available.

“The window doesn’t open, and there’s only one bed,” the elderly receptionist says in a tired voice.

“I’ll take it,” Ray puts a couple of bills on the counter. The stray sniffs suspiciously at an artificial plant in the corner.

The room is minuscule but clean. In the past, Ray stayed at much worse places. This will do.

Soon, both of them, the man and the dog, are both washed, dry, and full of pepperoni pizza. New York’s best, according to the receptionist. 

Ray sits down on his bed with a yawn and sees the dog curled up into a ball on the top of the duvet. Its fur is now soft and yellow like wheat. The stray snores slightly, oblivious to the fact that it lies in the middle of the bed. Ray shakes his head in disbelief but decides against waking the animal. 

“I never knew it’d be like this,” he murmurs to himself, looking around the room. His other sleeping options are one wobbly chair and the hard floor – and Ray’s back protests against both. He is not a young war photographer any longer. Instead, he tries to fit somehow next to his new buddy, cursing his long legs. When he closes his eyes, the reassuring warmth of the dog’s body lulls Ray to sleep.

Even strays need company sometimes.

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