#(and 100% they would live in filthy sin)

[mrghostrat]

Hear me out.

Surely you were exposed to Healthy Harold in the life ed van, and if you were like me you also had the life changing experience of seeing the person who just spent the better part of an hour teaching you about the dangers of nicotine chain smoking behind the van during lunch.

Crowley and Azi would definitely be that couple to travel Australia with Harold the Giraffe (Harry the Rabbit??) trying to help kids while immediately committing all the sins that they just warned against.

I'M WHEEZING AZIRAPHALE WOULD ABSOLUTELY RUN THE HEALTHY HAROLD BUS OH MY GOD 🥺 and CROWLEY WOULD BE SO GOOD WITH THE KIDS 🥺

my primary school was straight up bush, and that bus was always parked in the big kids area by the fence line where it got real wild and you couldn't see much. so i had a pretty fantastical experience and COMPLETELY BELIEVING that vegetable enthusiast was a real ass giraffe, and refusing to believe the year 6's who SWEAR they saw the chick's arm controlling it

(were you also a local celebrity if you got to pat him????? i never ogt to pat him. the jealousy raged inside me, like. next year. next year i'll be the one)

[lrithill]

NSFW ARTphabet Headcanon: The Sacred Clown Porn Manuscript (J-Q)

Hi everyone,

Here’s the second part (just as sinful—maybe even more so than the first one).

The first part ended up reaching 100 likes and I’m super proud. It’s my first post to hit triple digits, and I can’t believe the support I’m getting and the amazing community I’ve found (the Terrifier fandom is as sweet as it is unhinged).

Some of these letters I’m planning to turn into full fanfics, so be ready.

*OMG, I was checking to make sure everything was in order, and I just realized I totally skipped the Q. It’s not even on my AO3 (how could I—may God/Art forgive this insolence). I just wrote it quickly, so this is a last-minute addition.*

In the second chapter we have: masturbation (I’ve discovered I have an obsession with Art jerking off), pillow talk, true crime documentaries, menstrual ketchup bottles, Sienna, forbidden places, bites (can’t miss those), gore, near-death experiences, mentions of rape, oral sex (way too many details), medieval torture, Inverted Scarecrow position (I love that one), and love—bizarre, but love after all.

Here’s the first part (A–I):

https://www.tumblr.com/lrithill/780285284765089792/nsfw-artphabet-headcanon-the-sacred-clown-porn?source=share

And the third part (R-Z):

https://www.tumblr.com/lrithill/781563844942249984/nsfw-artphabet-headcanon-the-sacred-clown-porn?source=share

Enjoy, my doomed and blessed soul.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, he used to jerk off every now and then.

Not too often—but sometimes the stress had to come out somehow.

He’d lie on his back in bed and stroke himself slowly, savoring the sensation. His body would respond instantly to his own touch.

Though sometimes… he went further.

After a particularly satisfying kill—sometimes even during—he’d get rock hard. And that would lead to the quickest way to release: using the victim’s body.

Once, he took a decapitated head home and placed it in his bathroom.

"I could use some decor," he genuinely thought.

But he eventually had to throw it away… Because every damn time he took a shower, he swore it was giving him bedroom eyes. (Don’t ask.)

In the end, he discovered the ultimate technique.

Jerking off with his hand? Too boring.

Fucking bodies or parts of victims? It never really satisfied him. (Post-nut clarity hits hard.)

Then… he found The Pillow.

A long one. And oh, God— that thing was his girlfriend for a long, long time.

He’d hump it like a dog. Bite it. Hug it. Usually in missionary—very proper—he has, after all, a minimum standard of emotional pillow responsibility.

At first, he made an effort to clean it. But eventually, he thought:

"What if I tried to create a piece of modern sculptural art?"

To this day, he has no idea what happened to that pillow. Sometimes he wonders if someone found it… and if the pillow attacked them.

Because after all that time…That thing definitely came to life. And it's out there, holding a grudge.

*Testimony of the Pillow* (Graphic content ahead. Read with caution.)

“I never asked to be born.” The camera doesn’t show her face—for privacy reasons.

I just wanted to be a decent pillow—plump, discreet. Maybe live out my days decorating a modest bed or humble sofa.

But no.

I had the misfortune of ending up in his hands.

That filthy clown.

That depraved artist.

That… desperate dog with control issues and a fetish for soft things.

The first time I felt his body grinding against my satin fluff, I didn’t understand what was happening.

But by hump number five, it was clear: I was his girlfriend.

Against my will.

He bit me, he made out with me—tongue included—, he growled,  fucked me, hugged me so hard I thought I’d burst my seams…

And then he’d leave me there, dripping with… all kinds of fluids.

I once saw a mother rat cover her baby’s eyes as they passed by.

Humiliating.

At first, he washed me. As if I had any dignity left. But over time… everything changed.

He started leaving me out to dry on my own.

He started “decorating” me.

“If you can even call this decorating,” she says, as the camera zooms in on something obscene. “He drew a face on me. The face of shame.”

“I didn’t deserve this,” she adds, eyes brimming with tears.

I wanted to die.

But pillows don’t have that option.

All I could do… was evolve.

And I did.

Every orgasm I absorbed. Every moan. Every thrust. Every night of madness.

It corrupted me… with hatred.

Until I stopped being just a pillow. And became something else.

One day, Art forgot me in a corner. He replaced me… with a woman.

“And… for some reason, it hurt” she sobs, grabbing a tissue from the table and blowing her nose. “I’ll never be free again. He was all I had… and now I don’t even have that.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Art has more kinks than weapons in his bag.

I won’t go into full detail, since most of them have already made divine appearances throughout this sacred Sanskrit ARTphabet.

But here’s a small, blasphemous selection:

BDSM / Bondage

Tape, cuffs, ropes, whips—everything. 

Whatever you can imagine… Art can imagine worse.

Praise kink

Art is a narcissist: he wants you to tell him what a good killer he is. He wants you to talk to him like the obsessed fangirl you are.

Degradation kink

Just as much as he wants to be worshipped like a god, he also wants to see you crawl and humiliate yourself for his attention—and for his cock.

Menstruation kink

What can I say? He’s not wasting a single drop of your blood. You’re his premium ketchup dispenser:

He’ll shove fries into your cunt mid-meal to dip them in your sauce.

He’ll lick your pads like someone licking the foil off a yogurt

And he’ll squeeze your tampons over his food like lemon juice on fresh seafood.

Blood play

Yours, his, and his victims’. (Especially his victims'.)

Knife play

Beautiful memories—temporary ones… or permanent.

Urinating

Yes, he wants to piss inside you.

(No, I’m not explaining that).

Anal

Not much to say.

Art lives for that tight, virginal little hole. It makes him see stars—and makes you see them, too.

Both from pain… and pleasure.

Cannibalism

He wants to eat you—but he knows better than to bite the hand that jerks him off.

So he settles for sinking his teeth in, making you bleed just enough to get his fangs itch with craving.

God above—if you knew how many times he’s imagined devouring you, you’d be terrified.

And yes, it literally makes his mouth water.

To him, there’s something brutally romantic about cannibalism.

The idea of consuming you—not just psychologically, but physically.

The idea of having you inside him.

The idea of you becoming one with him.

It turns him on more than anything else.

Of course, you’re his forbidden fruit.

But the serpent is always there—whispering in his ear, tempting him.

Voyeurism

He loves being watched. Loves when they see him fuck you—see him enjoy.

See you, moaning his name.

Don’t be surprised if he brings in bound victims—into the bedroom, or into the car—just to get off on the audience.

Somnophilia

Art will inject you with chemicals, slip sedatives into your coffee or soda, he might even wash the full dishes with a slow-release drug—so the plates, glasses and forks microdose you into drowsiness. He loves watching you slowly get drugged—your speech turning incoherent, and you having no idea what’s going on… until you finally realize, and he’s already smiling like a bastard—but it’s too late.

All of it just to have you knocked out for a while, so he can use you like his own little sex doll.

But don’t worry—he’ll be gentle.

You won’t wake up with dicks and obscenities drawn on your face… or yes.

Phone calling

Art loves your voice—way too much.

Once, he was fucking you and your mom called.

You answered, trying to sound as normal as possible while he railed you into the mattress.

He was mesmerized.

Now?

He makes you call every kind of customer service out there.

Plumbers, electricians, tech support, food delivery (that one’s a two-for-one deal! ), radio contests, reality TV shows, even your simp friends.

And of course—he won’t make it easy. Let’s see how well you speak with your mouth full.

He’s not allowing you to hang up until the other person says: “Thanks for your call” or “See you later.”

For him, that’s the real climax.

Next level?

He sure will make you do it on video call.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

This is one of my favorites.

Sure, he enjoys the intimacy of home—fucking in bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter… that’s all nice.

But if there’s a way to dial up the tension, to turn pleasure into pure, sacrilegious kink—Art will find it.

And what gets him going like nothing else in this world… is doing it in forbidden places.

Sienna’s house.

God. Just the thought gets him hard as a doorknob.

He imagines walking in with you—originally with the intention to kill her—only to find the place empty. And if there’s no one there… well, who’s gonna stop him?

He’d take you straight to Sienna’s bedroom. He’d kiss you like he’s trying to suck your soul out through your mouth (though, let’s be honest, your soul is mostly his by now). His tongue tracing your neck, his hands gripping your waist… and moving lower.

In seconds, you’d be so hot and so wet you’d be begging for his cock—completely forgetting where you are. 

Not caring that it’s someone else’s bed… that Sienna could walk in at any moment.

And of course, he’d fuck you right there. In her bed. And yes, he’d have the decency to break it in the process—because if there’s one thing Art refuses to do, it’s go unnoticed.

He’d suggest cowgirl. Him lying on his back, grinning like the bastard he is, thinking about how he’s resting in his enemy’s “safe space”—defiling it with every thrust.

Every moan, a stylish insult.

The desk wouldn’t be spared either.

He’d cover it in fluids and paint, knocking all her precious little drawings to the floor like garbage.

He’d pin you against the wall and fuck you senseless—right in front of that stupid poster of a giant tree.

Even the computer chair would get its turn: you, riding him, kissing him, pleasuring him while he laughs silently—enjoying every fucking second.

The couch would be the grand finale. Versatile. Endless positions.

He pictures himself sitting while you kneel in front of him, mouth worshipping his cock, saliva dripping down his shaft and balls—leaving behind a very distinct kind of moisture stain.

He laughs just imagining Sienna’s face when she sees that imprint.

A true masterpiece.

And this might just be one of the few places where he actually prefers to cum outside of you.

The idea of coating everything in his semen is just too delicious to resist.

Even more so the image of Sienna—disgusted—forced to clean up after him.

Because one thing’s for sure: he wants to leave a mark.

Proof of the fucking, the sweat, the moans, how hard you both came…

Art 1 – Sienna 0.

Another place that drives him absolutely wild is the Miles County cemetery.

All his victims—or what’s left of them—end up there.

Back when he was alone, he’d sometimes visit at night, wandering among the tombstones like someone flipping through an old photo album, stirring up sweet memories.

He’d walk past each grave until he found the names of his “friends.”

Some of them weren’t even his victims, but they still got a taste—just for being cocky.

No one was safe.

He used to jerk off in front of the tombstones .

Or rub himself against the dirt, trying to get as physically close to the body as possible.

More than once, the thought of digging Tara up crossed his mind—his favorite—just to play with her for a while… though fucking a skeleton comes with certain technical challenges.

But now that he has you… The possibilities are endless.

He throws you down without hesitation.

The damp earth beneath your back, the cold night air scraping your skin… and then there’s him on top of you—his inner hellfire keeping you warm—kissing you with lust, thrusting into you with the perfect blend of desire, sadism, and joy.

He pounds into you with the fervor of a desperate lover, like every thrust is a laugh in the face of the dead.

In his mind, he talks to them. All the ones he’s killed. The ones right beneath you.

“You mind if I fuck her on top of you, Mía? Could’ve been you. You would’ve loved it... I’d have killed you after anyway, of course.” And he chuckles silently to himself—that eerie, mute laughter only he understands.

He gets off on the idea of torturing them even after death.

It’s not enough that he killed them—he won’t let them rest.

Not even in their graves can they escape him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Of course, a good kill always leaves Art ecstatic—eager to blow off steam with you the second he sees you.

But if there’s one thing that truly gets him going—that triggers a raw, urgent, animal need he can’t hide—it’s your marks.

Or rather: His marks.

You could be in the kitchen, peacefully making dinner, and he’ll sneak up behind you—wrapping his arms around you, breathing in your neck, running his hands along your body…

And then he sees them.

And he thinks:

“That bruise was darker yesterday.”

And that’s all it takes.

He’ll drag you to the bed. Or the table. Or pin you against the nearest wall. Because he needs to fix his masterpiece, urgently.

Those marks aren’t just memories. They’re his signature. Proof that you’re his—and no one else’s.

From the strategic bite marks, to the scratches that sting in the shower, the fingerprints sunk into your hips, the rope marks around your wrists and ankles…

All of it turns him on as much as the sound of your voice moaning his name.

And he’s going to make sure everyone can see it.

That there won’t be a single inch of your skin that doesn’t scream:

"Property of Art."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This one's tricky—because Art is willing to do anything, as long as it brings pleasure—whether it’s his or his partner’s.

But sharing you or being in an open relationship? That’s an absolute NO.

He believes in God, his country, and marriage—in that order.

(Just kidding. He simply won’t share you with anyone because you’re his. Period.)

Now, if he ever found out you had a lover—or worse, if you moaned another man’s name while he was inside you...

He’d just look at you.

For a few seconds.

As if the entire hell inside him had suddenly gone silent.

And just like that—your world ends.

He’d take it as if you told him you didn’t desire him. That you felt nothing for him. That you wished it was someone else fucking you…

That would hurt him more than anything else.

It’d be the end for you.

And your death? It wouldn’t be quick—not even close.

He’d destroy your face until it was unrecognizable.

He’d feed you filth.

Push your body to the brink of infection.

He’d cover you in wounds—your body a raw, open poem written in flesh and blood. And when the verse was complete, he’d stitch it closed—gently.

As if he cared.

As if he’d had enough, and suddenly… loved you again.

Forgave you.

But girl… you couldn’t be more wrong.

He’d do it so you wouldn’t bleed out. He’d do it to keep you alive as long as possible.

He wants you to breathe his rage—day after day.

And when your wounds start to heal? He’ll pull the stitches out.

One by one.

Line by line.

Because you don’t deserve to heal. Just like he never healed from the wound you left in what little heart he had left.

He doesn’t want revenge. He just wants you to feel what he felt. He just wants you to empathize.

“Do you understand now, my love?” you read in his eyes as he smiles at you.

Art doesn’t do second chances—you’d become his personal punching bag.

Lucky for you, you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone.

And he knows that. So you’re safe knowing that no other man’s name will ever leave your lips.

You’ll scream like he’s killing you. And honestly—he could say he had quieter victims.

It’s strange, but there’s another thing he’d never do—as odd as it may sound—he would never deliberately rape you.

He loves playing with fear, with adrenaline. Loves being in control. Loves being dirty, and rough, and wild… but he wants his partner to want him too.

The idea that you’ve become so corrupted that you enjoy every kind of macabre, bizarre act—that’s what turns him on the most.

Raw consent—the kind that’s given between gasps, with shaky breath, with eyes that gleam with hunger—that drives him crazy.

A whispered “yes” laced with fear, with sin, with need—but still a yes.

Always.

If he saw anything in your face or body language suggesting you weren’t into it—that you didn’t want him, didn’t desire him—it would gut him.

He’d be wrecked. Might even hate himself for hurting you.

He’s a narcissist, with delusions of grandeur. He wants to feel wanted. Worshipped. Even romanticized…even though he knows damn well he doesn’t deserve any of that.

He could tie your wrists above your head and spread your legs wide.

Could run a knife along your thighs, savoring the terror on your face as it gets dangerously close to your wet center…

You’d be sweating, trembling. Maybe you could even try to fight him.

But you don’t.

The blade stops… but his gaze cuts deeper than steel.

He unties you—completely. Then watches—in silence—inviting you to run… while you still can.

You won’t.

You both know you won’t.

But he still gives you the option—he always gives you the option. And that turns him on almost as much as slamming you against the wall.

He doesn’t want to take you by force—he wants you to give yourself to him.

He drops the knife.

And then he kisses you. Not violently… but hungrily. With certainty.

Because he’s won.

(Though there’s always the chance…that one day, he’ll spiral. He’ll feel weak, soft... human.

And in a moment of emotional collapse—he’ll rape you.

Not because he wants to.

But because he’s desperate to prove to himself that you mean nothing.)

(Spoiler: That’s not how it works.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Art enjoys oral sex as much as penetration.

To him, it’s a form of absolute surrender. An offering. An act where the partner’s pleasure is placed above their own.

Of course he loves giving it to you. He’s going to devour you like a chicken wing—because to him, that’s exactly what you are.

He likes to start with your tits.

Because what kind of oral would it be if he didn’t eat your tits first? Even he knows the first course deserves to be savored before moving to the main.

He loves sucking on them, one after the other, pinching your nipples until they’re stiff—hypersensitive.

While he sucks on one, he pinches the other, and then switches, drawing out those moans and gasps he worships.

Of course, he gives you little bites.

Takes your nipples between his teeth carefully, just enough to make you flinch—and that makes him laugh.

But right after, he goes back to soothing you with his tongue, massaging you like a heartfelt apology.

While he’s at it, you can’t help but get soaked.

You feel your pussy clenching, dripping down your thighs, desperate for the same attention he’s giving your nipples.

He sucks on you like a starving baby. If you had milk, he’d drink it all.

(You’re scared that one day he’ll get you pregnant and you’ll end up with two babies latched to your tits… one of them permanently.)

Once he sees he’s done a good job—once your legs are pressed together and you’re a puddle of need—he makes his way down, kissing and licking his path straight to where you want him most.

Once there, he can take all the time in the world between your legs. His tongue is expert: thick, long, soft, versatile.

His lips too.

And if that wasn’t enough—his nose gets involved, making sure no corner goes untouched.

His tongue glides over your clit, up and down, making circles, pressing like a button, zigzagging… he gets creative.

He loves watching that nervous little nub—sweet and twitching—glossed in his hot saliva.

Loves watching it swell and pulse with desire.

His little treasure.

The soft moans you let out are like prayers to him.

He switches between your clit and your pussy, of course—he’s not going to leave her neglected.

His tongue isn’t as long as his cock, but he knows that both the outside and the just-inside are perfectly sensitive to his touch.

And he fucks you with his tongue.

Goes as deep as he can, curling inside, circling, stimulating, dilating you, opening you, preparing you for what comes next:

His fingers.

First one. Then two. Then three… and so on, as far as you can take him.

(He’s fisted you before—a truly astral experience.)

All of it while never giving your clit a moment’s rest—he kisses it like he’s kissing your mouth—tenderly, reverently—doting on it with every motion.

And though he loves drinking you, he can’t help but tremble and pant whenever he takes you in his mouth.

Because now comes the not-so-fun part.

It takes him every ounce of self-control—sweat and tears—not to rip your clit off with one bite. (Ouch.)

You know it’s a risk you have to take…but you trust him with your life (literally).

You know Art will restrain himself, that he won’t let his cannibal urges win…

But the possibility is always there.

And the idea is even more thrilling for him knowing that he’s never eaten a real pussy before, so he’s way too excited about the thought.

Still, you trust that your cannibal boyfriend won’t turn you into dessert.

Of course, Art isn’t content with just your pussy.

He’ll flip you over like someone flipping a burger on the grill—once one side’s done, time for the other, right?

And he’s going to eat your ass. Your whole crack—top to bottom.

The spanks are coming, too. Get ready for him to leave your ass tomato-red, his hand and all five fingers tattooed across it for days.

You love it.

It’s rare for a man to be this excited about this kind of play— and it’s extremely pleasurable.

Art’s not squeamish about anything, least of all in bed.

When you cum, it’s an earthquake. You convulse. You scream his name.

You press his head down as hard as you can, trying to get him as deep as possible.

Your thighs clamp down on either side of his face, trapping him like a vice.

You might think this hurts Art—but you couldn’t be more wrong. He’d love it if you crushed his skull between your legs. It’s how your body says thank you—and he wants you to thank him properly and thoroughly.

No need to mention Art loves period sex. And when he smells it… oh, baby. 

You’re not getting rid of him.

He likes you standing for that—him on his knees, like he’s worshipping at an altar—mouth glued to your bloody cunt between your thighs.

He does it so the blood will drip down his chin, his neck, his chest.

He’ll even rub it into his skin with his hands, just to coat himself more thoroughly in that precious elixir.

Sometimes, Art gets creative.

He’s not a fan of the classic 69, so he invented a better version.

He ties you up upside down—vertically—legs spread, arms free. He calls it the Inverted Scarecrow (in honor of Dawn). You’re left hanging while he eats you out—him standing.

And of course, you’re sucking his cock.

He’ll make sure you’re at the perfect height.

To him, this is the real 69.

The guy who wrote the Kama Sutra just didn’t have the guts.

You know what happened to the last person who was in that position…

But the only thing Art’s going to hacksaw from your pussy—is a path straight to your heart.

Oooooohhh… uwu

But if there’s one thing that sets his entire body on fire—it’s receiving.

Because for Art, that’s the purest form of domination.

Watching you on all fours, bowed between his legs like a slave offering herself to her master—focused entirely on pleasing him while he doesn’t even have to lift a finger…

it’s too much.

(He’ll also want to sit on your face so you can eat his ass, by the way—just be ready.)

Too perfect.

Too filthy.

Too much power.

For him, it’s always a good time for a blowjob.

And nothing turns him on more than when you do it without warning.

Dropping to your knees out of nowhere, saying nothing—just taking him in your mouth with hunger and devotion.

When he’s driving, unzip the front of his suit and suck him off.

With both hands on the wheel, he’ll start swerving a little, completely unable to focus on the road.

He’s too turned on—and he loves that.

He gives you a little thumbs up like saying:

“I’m gonna crash, but it’s worth it.”

When he’s at his workbench, focused on assembling a new weapon—take control of his cock with your mouth.

Suck him while he works.

Don’t stop.

Doesn’t matter what he’s building: some kind of medieval torture instrument, a corkscrew for eyeballs, a chainsaw with animal teeth, a vacuum built to suck colons out through the ass...

You, under the table—focused, warm mouth, wet throat.

Him, brow furrowed, jaw clenched, fighting not to collapse over his tools, barely keeping his composure.

And then there are the darker moments.

The ones you shouldn’t find so hot.

Like that time… with the rack.

He had his victim bound hand and foot with ropes, limbs stretched in opposite directions, muscles and tendons on the brink of tearing.

Art was seated—turning the wheel slowly.

With every turn, the ropes tightened—closer and closer to total dismemberment.

And you?

You knelt between his legs without a word.

Took him into your mouth.

And started moving.

In sync with the wheel.

The closer he got to snapping the other man’s body apart—the faster your rhythm.

You wanted him to cum at the exact moment the tendons tore, when the bones cracked, when the body became an unrecognizable pile of meat.

And you did it.

The screams of the bastard shredding his vocal cords—mixing with the obscene sounds of your mouth on Art’s cock, worshipping him with spit and sin.

Your mouth full of him.

His eyes wild.

The corpse still twitching in front of you.

You could say it was the best blowjob of his life—maybe even the best orgasm he’s ever had.

The pleasure of sex, the pleasure of torture, of slowly bringing someone to their limit—the same thing you did to him.

Except the only thing that got dismembered… was his mind.

(It ended up just like the body.)

He stared at you—chest heaving violently, mouth slightly open. You could practically hear his heart pounding inside his chest, like it was trying to escape.

He was frozen in place, processing what had just happened, barely able to believe it.

For a moment… he looked truly in love.

He was cursing Cupid for ruining his life, and thanking him in the same breath.

Apparently Cupid didn’t use a bow with him—he fucking sniped him with a crossbow.

Direct hit. No escape. Lethal.

His expression said it all:

“You’re worse than me… and I love it.”

It was perfect.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Art usually starts focusing in you.

He cares about your pleasure—about making you feel good right from the beginning.

He starts the way he knows you like it best, and he makes an effort to draw it out, to make the moment last, to make it slow, intoxicating… complete.

It’s not how he prefers it. He’d rather fuck you with every ounce of strength in his body—fast, wild, and make you scream until your voice is gone—whether from pleasure or something else.

But that… he saves for the grand finale.

He begins with a gentle rhythm—slow, but deep. Every time he sinks into you, he makes you moan.

He pulls out, then pushes all the way in again—pressing against your cervix—but carefully, on a slow burn.

He gets you so wet. Makes you drip down his shaft, slicking him up. That’s necessary.

He wants you ready.

And once you’re fully relaxed under his touch, once you’re floating in that endless pleasure haze…

That’s when he changes the pace.

He speeds up.

Pulls you out of your trance—reminding you that with him, you can never let your guard down. Because things are about to get intense. The calm is over—and the storm is approaching.

He starts fucking you with a steady, mechanical rhythm. Your soft sighs become moans. Then moans become screams.

He slides in and out of you effortlessly—despite his size—because he’s made damn sure you’re slippery enough for this moment.

And he’s not going to stop. Until you cum.

He watches you. Licks his lips while you melt.

Grips you hard—and even though he loves seeing your eyes closed in surrender, sometimes he’ll slap your face—just to make you open them.

Because he wants you to look at him.

He wants you to see it’s him making you feel this way—that no one else can give you this.

That he’s the one who’s going to make you cum.

He grabs your jaw—wants his face to be the last thing you see before you fall apart beneath him.

And then—you cum.

His gaze locked on yours. Your pupils lost in his—so dark and yet shining like obsidian fire.

There’s already a smile on his face. Because he knows what’s next.

While you’re cumming—that’s when he starts fucking you the way he truly loves: Fast. Deep. Brutal.

He takes advantage of your hypersensitivity—of the way your walls clamp around him like they never want to let go.

He pounds into you without mercy, his cock hammering your cervix, nailing your G-spot like it was built for him—and him alone.

And with you still writhing in climax, he stretches it—makes it last.

He wants to break you…and rebuild you as his.

He seizes your hips, pinning you down just to remind you: the pace belongs to him—fucking you with no mercy.

Until his rhythm falters. Becomes messy. Desperate.

He’s close.

And when he cums, it feels like you’re both reaching the edge together.

You’re still riding your high—and he’s spilling inside you, trembling, branding you from the inside out.

Both of you panting. Sweating.

Locked in a tight embrace like you’re clinging to life, to each other—as if your souls are being torn out through your mouths, carried away by that final wave—that last jolt of brutal electricity crashing through both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s always down for a quickie. Anywhere, anytime, any way.

He doesn’t care how many people are around, how inappropriate it is, or how embarrassed you get—because in the end, you always end up enjoying it… even asking for it. Surprising him too, and he loves that.

He’ll take you wherever he wants, then carry on like nothing ever happened. Leaving your thighs dripping with cum, your legs shaking, your makeup a total mess… and all he’ll do is stare at you with that proud bastard grin—so damn pleased with himself.

You’re so his.

If you walk into a clothing store and ask what he thinks of a dress you like, he’ll tell you to try it on right there. In the fitting room. Says he needs to see it on you to judge it properly… but what he really wants is to trap you in a tight little space and watch you undress for him. Slowly. Watching each piece of fabric slide off your body.

And once you're wearing it? Of course he’ll give his approval—by fucking you in it. So you can feel just how goddamn sexy you are.

But that… that’s predictable.

A public restroom? You’re already banned from half the businesses in Miles.

A back alley in broad daylight? Art takes you wherever, whenever. It’s not his fault he finds you so irresistible he just has to be inside you at any given moment.

During a torture session? That turns him on way too much. There’s always time to pull your panties down—just for a moment. Let that be the last thing his victim sees: you, arching your back, impaled on his cock. A masterpiece worthy of his signature.

A library? He loves shushing you while fucking you mercilessly. Laughing against your neck while you bite your tongue to keep quiet. And him—thrusting harder, deeper. Whispering: “Shhh.” Only thing you can hear is the wet, obscene rhythm of your bodies crashing together. But "Shhh"

And sometimes, he comes home covered in blood—like always—and you don’t even get to greet him. You’re already bent over, ass up, pants down, sprawled across the armrest of the couch. His fingers find your clit while he fucks you. He makes them vibrate against that sweet spot, and you come instantly. It’s too much. He’s too much.

And that’s just… one of many times.

Because why fuck you once a day when he can do it five, six, seven times… or however many it takes?

He has no limits.

Not in any area of his life.

Thanks for reading all the way till the end!

Some of these letters I’m planning to turn into full fanfics:

Would you want revenge from the ex-pillow?

A one-shot set in Sienna’s house or the cemetery? (Not the cemetery, please…)

Would you suck Art off while he’s torturing someone on a rack? (Because I absolutely would.)

Would you let him eat your pussy knowing damn well about his cannibalistic tendencies?

Would you do the Inverted Scarecrow position even if there were seven different kinds of saws on the floor next to you?

I love reading your comments, so don’t be shy—scream or whisper your dirtiest perversions at me. I’ll be more than happy to debate anything with you… even Art’s toenails, if you’re into that.

Here’s the first part (A–I):

https://www.tumblr.com/lrithill/780285284765089792/nsfw-artphabet-headcanon-the-sacred-clown-porn?source=share

And the third part (R-Z):

https://www.tumblr.com/lrithill/781563844942249984/nsfw-artphabet-headcanon-the-sacred-clown-porn?source=share

With love (and lube).

[her-satanic-wiles]

i be like 'being a closeted queer in catholic school never affected me whatsoever' and then ascend to a superior plane of existence when i hear ghost's cover of it's a sin

and also have violent blasphemous sexual fantasies about that rat dork satanic clergyman but that's just called having taste tbh

-french anon

No, but actually though.

Although, Sympathy for the Devil will always be my favourite cover for a plethora of reasons. The first, Tobias greatly improved the song - holy shit. It's the Rolling Stones' song, yet somehow they butchered it? Especially in comparison. The second, I saw a comment underneath the video that said, and I quote: "when i hear mick sing this it's like the devil is dropping hints at who he his. when papa sings it it's like a list of accomplishments". And honestly, I think about that a lot.

But It's A Sin is fucking incredible, too. And Tobias is Midas on Earth. The male Kelly Clarkson. Every song he covers is so good, the original artists should just pack up and go home - time to retire lmao. If I was a musical artist, I'd live in fear every day that either Kelly Clarkson or the Satanic Rat Man would cover my songs, because I'd be out of a job the second that cover dropped.

I think we all have violent, blasphemous sexual fantasies about the rat dork satanic clergyman, let's be real. The things I would let that man do to me would require me to legally do 100 rounds of therapy before I'm allowed back into society, because Goddamn, they're filthy.

[farfrombrooklyn]

Reader's Log, March 2024

This month, I read three American novels, two from the heartland and the other from the heart of modern Brooklyn, and two European works, one a novel from the early 20th Century and the other a memoir published roughly 100 years later.

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

I wish I didn't dislike this book. Really, I do. It's a much beloved novel by a much beloved American novelist, the fictional musings of an Iowa minister who lived an uneventful life in a small town. It's very well written, or at least very carefully crafted, and the author clearly took great pains to find just the right words, and went to no small amount of trouble to map out a deep (like, 75 years) backstory for the novel. So, yes, I do wish I could say I thought more of it, but for me it just sat there like a dead fish.

The story: Dying of some unspecified condition, an elderly minister, John Ames, composes a series of letters to his seven-year-old son in which he recalls his grandfather, a fiery abolitionist who participated in the pre-Civil War skirmishes in Kansas, and his father, a strict pacifist. In addition, he relates the details of his first marriage, which ended when his wife died in childbirth, and his second marriage, very late in life, which is why he, Ames, has such a young son even though he is well into his 70s.

"Gilead" appeared in 2004, and it's hard to describe how deeply anticipated it was. Robinson had published just one novel before that: "Housekeeping," an eerie and sometimes funny story about a pair of orphaned sisters and the increasingly eccentric family members who care for them. That book was published way back in 1980 and it found a devoted audience. Readers who loved "Housekeeping," and there were lots of them, were practically slathering for this new book from Robinson. They had to wait nearly a quarter century for "Gilead."

Twenty-four years is a long time to fuss over a piece of fiction, especially a relatively brief one -- my paperback copy is less than 250 pages. And the resulting book is exceedingly fussy. The narrator, John Ames, is cautious about making declarative sentences, cautious about speaking ill of anyone (with one exception, who I'll get to) and, of course, has lived a cautious life, ministering in the very town he grew up in.

Not only is he cautious, he also is just so dang nice! He is kind and patient. He delights in the adventures of children. He reveres the natural world around him (at length). Why, he even decides it would be nice get up and dance, and so he does, gosh darn it, twirling around in his study, never mind the fact that he is supposedly dying at any moment now.

The only unkind words ever to leave his lips have to do with the son of his old friend, his namesake, John Ames Boughton, who was feckless (and even, dare I say it, evil) as a young man. The sins of John Ames Boughton are related at some length. (Like everything else in this book, the only "action" seems to have taken place far in the past, or far away from the town of Gilead.) As a young man, John Ames Boughton got a country girl pregnant and (it seems) didn't step up to care for the child or the young woman who was its mother. We learn of the disgustingly backward and impoverished lives of the girl's rough country kin, who are so fractious and backward and unclean that they refuse any assistance from the guilt-ridden Boughton family. And in fact the bumpkins are so filthy and irresponsible, the baby up and dies after a few years.

We learn all this because Boughton has returned to town, years after bringing shame on his family and by extension on the man who he was named for, our staunch, upright, kindly hero John Ames. The two Johns, one now middle aged and the other now elderly, engage in bland conversations about the nature of God, forgiveness, and determinism, which the elder Ames seems to think are practically spitfire battles pitting good and evil, whereas I found the conversation to be about as interesting as someone asking for the salt at the dinner table.

At some point we learn that young John has cleaned up his act, and has been living the life of a good, decent, hardworking man, with a common-law wife and child, but alas that wife is black, and therefore the union is illegal. Not only that, but her family doesn't approve of the relationship, and in the end the couple is separated. Hence John Ames Boughton's return to the town of Gilead, where he had once brought shame on his family and earned the enmity of old John Ames. And, I would add, hence the sense of utter contrivance hanging over the whole book. To me, it reads as if Robinson had spent 20-odd years working out complex backstories for all her characters, and having, at last, figured out why every blessed detail, she brings them together, marionette-like, for a boring Punch and Judy demonstration, with side helpings of Biblical exegeses. None of it feels truly true; every detail seems manufactured to fit into the puzzle that Robinson erected. She was clearly interested in the battles for free Kansas and specifically in a historical Iowa figure, a minister who was involved in the violence leading up to the Civil War. Meanwhile, she also clearly wanted to echo that story with the challenges of segregation and integration (which were coming to a head in 1956, when the novel is set), and so from there she needed to find a way to extend the family history practically to the breaking point -- how else would you have a father with so young a son but also a grandfather who was involved in the Kansas border wars. It's all just terribly contrived, IMHO, and I should immediately say that I am probably a sole voice crying "Boo!" amidst a standing ovation.

Yes, I know I must be one of the very few people in the world who disliked this book. I wanted to like it. But the narrator is pedagogical to the the point of pedantry, and his niceness and the niceness of everyone around him just turns into a kind of brown hum of boredom. It's very prettily written, but it's just too booky* for me.

Plainsong by Kent Haruf

While slogging through "Gilead," I happened to hear the host of the "Political Gabfest," David Plotz, recommend Kent Haruf's novel, "Plainsong," and I thought it might be an interesting bookend to "Gilead," set as they both are in the heartland -- "Gilead" in western Iowa, "Plainsong" in eastern Colorado.

But "Plainsong" is a decidedly different kind of novel. The action takes place in real time, not narrated at a distance of recollection, and the story is full of lousy people doing lousy things -- bullies, drunks, cowards, ignoramuses, etc. Instead of aging gracefully and wisely, the way the folks do in "Gilead," people in "Plainsong" bog down in depression, or sag into senility, or just kind of expire in loneliness. There are some generally "nice" people but they aren't exclusively nice -- they cheat on one another, or they run away from people who don't deserve to be run away from, or they peer at people having sex even though they know they shouldn't.

Speaking of sex, there's a lot of it going on in the dusty little town of Holt -- violent sex, tender sex, nonconsensual sex. You name it, they're doing it in Holt. In that regard, "Plainsong" reminded me of Larry McMurtry's gem, "The Last Picture Show," in which the entire population of one tiny town in Texas seemed to be going at it with one another.

"Plainsong" maybe isn't quite as good a book as the McMurtry novel, probably because there aren't quite so many vivid characters. Still, it's an involving tale, or really a group of interwoven tales: a high school girl who is taken in by a pair of elderly bachelor farmers; a high school teacher who refuses to let a star athlete skate by without doing the work; the teacher's sons, who are struggling to understand a world in which their mother has abandoned them.

The writing is Hemingway-simple, and stays mostly on the surface. In fact I might say it's a little too self-consciously Hemingway-esque, but OK, it's a style and he sticks with it. The stories of the various characters are compelling and the pages race by. The only cavil I might raise is that a couple characters are just a wee bit cloyingly nice, but overall Haruf creates a landscape that is a realistic and satisfying mix of lightness and darkness. The small town of Holt is neither midwestern Eden nor small-town Hell. It's small enough for neighborliness and caring; but not so much that there isn't pettiness and downright nastiness.

I had read Haruf's last book, "Our Souls at Night," which was a surprisingly affecting portrait of two older people falling in love. "Plainsong" is a harsher book, and better for it. And I would certainly recommend it over "Gilead." I'll take my midwest nice with a serving of harsh reality, thanks very much

Drifts by Kate Zambreno

From the midwest to the middle of Brooklyn, we join literary darling Kate Zambreno for an autofictional journey of the mind. "Drifts" is the story, if that's not putting it too strongly, of a writer trying to write, and while trying to write, thinking about what other writers have written about trying to write, so it's a kind of quasi-fictional ouroboros, or maybe its' more like an Escher drawing where the stairs lead up and down without actually going up or down.

I would probably find this intolerable but it must be said that Zambreno is exceptionally smart and a very good writer and deeply well-read. Indeed, I can't think of a book that has dropped more literary references than "Drifts." I was irritated at first by the all the name dropping, and started folding the lower corners of the pages to mark them, but pretty soon the entire lower corner of the book was folded up, and I became less irritated and more impressed by the sheer volume and, I don't know, the audaciousness of being so referential. There are any number of writers Zambreno cites, but the three most common seemed to be Rainer Maria Rilke, Robert Walser, and May Sarton. That's definitely not a grouping that makes any logical sense; they're just in the mix because Zambreno appreciates them, and I have to approciate her, in turn, for that.

On the other hand, the amount of navel gazing is kind of excruciating, and the whole act of, in essence, whining about the difficulties of writing (and teaching writing) is pretty irritating. At one point, the narrator, presumably Zambreno herself, although she is never actually named, leaves her quiet home in a suburban corner of Brooklyn (presumably Ditmas Park?), and for some reason takes a subway to the Lower East Side, where she bitches about the fact that she can't find a quiet place to get work done. Yes, seriously!

Also autofictively irritating are Zambreno's lengthy disquisitions about her small dog. I just don't really care about other people's pets.

I did not, I have to admit, finish the book, which goes against my ambition, this year, of finishing the books that I start, but I felt justified in this case -- the point of "Drifts" is not to get anywhere particularly, and after 150 or so pages I felt like I wasn't going to go anywhere startlingly different than I where I had already been with her. Zambreno is impressively smart and tosses off abstruse literary references with apparent ease (well, except for the difficulty of being, you know, a writer and writing teacher!) but I'd had enough, and I set the book aside about halfway through. I'll likely go back and read more of her work, though; supposedly this is her only work of autofiction -- the other stuff sounds like it's quite a bit different.

One note: At one point, Zambreno (er, the narrator) spends so much time masturbating that she injures her hand, which she then says is the same thing that happened to Robert Walser. (Dogear that page!) It seems to me that this was actually an anecdote about Balzac. I mean it's possible that Walser was a crazed onanist but I can't help but think she meant Balzac.

Jakob von Gunten by Robert Walser

Hehehe, and speaking of Robert Walser...

Having read, and been mystified by, a collection of Walser's short writings last month, I returned to the man one month later, mainly because of Zambreno's regular references to him in "Drifts."

This time, at least, I was able to understand why Walser has been compared to Beckett and Kafka. "Jakob von Gunten" takes place in a somewhat Kafkaesque setting, a school for servants where the headmaster seems to steal pupil's money, where nothing seems to be taught, and where there is no discernible progress from day to day, or, more to the point, from enrollment to graduation.

And there are parallels to Beckett in the casual cruelties inflicted on the narrator by people in authority, and also in the tee-hee treatment of the narrator's visits to prostitutes.

I can't say that this book showed me how or why Walser is a glowing literary genius -- only that I understand, to a point, why writers compare him to two of the 20th Century's greatest writers. There is a certain quality to the writing that manages to be both ultra-real but surreal at the same time -- no small trick. And it may be that Beckett was building off of the work that Walser did, although I'm not aware of him being aware of Walser. (Not saying he didn't read Walser--I really don't know if he knew Walser's work.)

In the end, Walser strikes me as a kind of minor character in the development of the modern novel -- more of a footnote than a chapter. But perhaps I am still not well-enough familiar with the entirety of his work to say that.

The Mystery Guest by Grégoire Bouillier

I have read this very short memoir several times since I discovered in back in 2010. I picked it up and read it again this month.

Looking back in the archives of this very blog, I see that on my first reading I referred to "The Mystery Guest" as a novella, which in fact it is not. No, it is, as the subtitle puts it, "an account," and as far as I can tell it is a completely factual account of an incident in Bouillier's life, sparked by an invitation he received from an ex-girlfriend to attend the birthday party of a conceptual artist, Sophie Calle. Each year, Calle would have birthday party and one of her friends was tasked with inviting someone Calle did not know. This invitee would be the "mystery guest."

Adding spice to this tale is the fact that Bouillier's girlfriend had not merely broken up with him but had broken his heart. The breakup was still nagging at him years later, when she called out of the blue to ask him to be the mystery guest at the party. And so Bouillier came to view the invitation, and the looming party, as a sort of mystical test of his own pride and strength, a chance to set the past in the past, or perhaps (even) for the his girlfriend to admit that she had made a terrible mistake by breaking up with him. Much of the book is devoted to his obsessive anticipation of the party, as he turns over the various explanations for why his girlfriend would have called him, of all the people she might have invited, and further obsessive consideration of the timing of the call, coming as it did on the date of the death of Bouillier's intellectual godfather, Michael Leiris, who, though little known in the US, was a titanic figure in 20th Century French intellectual/artistic history. And among Leiris's various theories (if I understand it correctly, and it's highly possible that I don't) was we create a kind of personal mythology based on the patterns of the events of our lives. So to receive a call from an ex-girlfriend on the day that Leiris died was, to Bouillier, not merely a coincidence but a kind of cosmic reckoning.

Not evident in the preceding, long paragraph, is the fact that "The Mystery Guest" is a charming and often very funny book. After all, the story involves a stock figure in comic novels, the "average guy thrown for a loop when his girlfriend leaves him," which is the setup for dozens of rom-coms such as "High Fidelity," to name just one. Bouillier (the character and presumably the actual person as well) is alternately prideful and pathetically self-conscious. Among many other tangents, Bouillier discusses at length his longstanding aversion to turtleneck shirts, which, after his girlfriend left him, he took to wearing on a daily basis -- kind of a hair shirt, it might be said.

"The Mystery Guest" is one of those books that, as I understand it, has been quietly passed from hand to hand by its devotees for the last 15 or so years, but which is still not generally very well known. Later this year, McNally Editions -- the publishing arm of the great McNally Jackson bookstores here in NYC -- will be bringing out what looks like a very pretty new paperback edition, which is great. (After re-reading this book in my existing Kindle edition this month, I went online and bought myself a used hardcover copy, yay!) I would be glad to see the book become better known, although I enjoy knowing about and loving a relatively obscure little title -- generally I just don't read very esoteric or unusual stuff, and when I do I tend not to like it much. But "The Mystery Guest" is just a great pleasure to read -- so well written, so unusual in the way it obsessively burrows down into Bouillier's scars and resentments. It's a book that I enjoy recommending, knowing that it manages to be both playful and thought-provoking at the same time, and which has yet to be known by anyone I suggest it to.

One more thing: "The Mystery Guest" has a fascinating real-world afterstory that I won't go into, because I don't want to add any spoilers here. Suffice it to say, once you have finished the book, you should do some Googling to see what happened next.

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*booky -- characteristic of mid-list American fiction from the later half of the 20th Century and on into the 21st Century, wherein literary artistry is deployed so expertly that it renders the creation non-credible.

[tokyothirstygang]

Last time, sex deprived shuji had to leave before he could cum. Now he’s back to finish the filthy mess he started

Hours have passed since the shower incident, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it for a second.

Now it’s close to midnight and you haven’t heard from Hanma since he left you earlier.

You pace around your apartment, glancing at your phone on the table every time you pass it. Hanma is strong, and you are almost 100% nothing bad has happened to him but you still wish he would at least text you back.

Eventually, the adrenaline from the day wears off and the exhaustion of roaming around in circles for hours has you ready to give up and go to bed.

You’re in the middle of doing your skincare routine when you hear faint scratching noises at your door. At first, you think it’s just a neighbor’s cat that escaped and is pawing at your door for food. That has happened from time to time.

The noise grows louder and suddenly you hear the metallic sound of your doorknob jostling around.

You freeze in place, too scared to think or move. Your heart sinks as the front door creaks open and soft footsteps cross the threshold. You glance around your bathroom for something to use as a weapon but you can only find a plunger.

“This will have to do.” You mutter to yourself and inch your way out of the bathroom.

You’re creeping down the hall when you accidentally step on a squeaky spot on the floor.

“Baby? Is that you?”

Relief floods your body when Hanma’s voice fills your ears. You enter the living room and find a roughed up Shuji standing in the middle of the space.

“Shuji? What the fuck are you doing here?” Your eyes travel to the door and he follows your gaze.

“Oh yeah, remind me to change your locks. Your door is weak as shit.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Why didn’t you call me? You didn’t have to pick the lock.”

His face breaks out into a giant smile when he catches sight of the plunger in your hand.

“What, were you gonna fend me off with that thing? I knew I should’ve taught you self defense.”

You roll your eyes and head to the bathroom to discard the plunger, wash your hands, and grab some first aid supplies.

“You’re impossible, Shuji.”

He smirks as you return with your kit, something you hardly ever needed until you started dating him.

“Is my princess gonna take care of me?” He asks as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Today is the first time he’s ever called you by one, and it sends a surge of excitement through you every time.

You get down on your knees in front of him and rummage through the first aid kit.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

Sin and Punishment enter your peripheral vision as you soak a cotton pad with antiseptic. When you press the pad to the cuts on his knuckles he doesn’t even flinch.

You’re quiet the entire time you’re patching him up. You finally finish by putting a bandage across his right cheek and as you press the fabric into the skin you feel his face burning.

When you pull back to look at him you notice a light blush across his cheeks.

As soon as you’re done he pulls you onto his lap and you squeal as he puts you in a straddling position.

“You know…we never got to finish up earlier…” He starts caressing your thighs, and a hint of mischief glints in his eyes.“I could go for another shower.”

It’s your turn to blush as you consider his offer.

When you agree, he immediately stands while holding you.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You secure your arms around his neck and his hands hold your legs in place around his waist as he carries you into the bathroom. When you get there, he places you down on the counter and reaches into the shower to turn it on.

Right after, he slots himself between your legs and cups your face. He’s kissing you so hungrily that you can barely keep up with him. He bites his lip and grins when you pull away, gasping for air.

”oh, baby. You gotta keep up. I’m just getting started with you.”

He lifts you off the counter and turns you around so that your back is against his chest. He watches you through the mirror as he slowly runs his hands down your body. He notices the way your breath catches and your eyelashes flutter when he slips his hands into your shorts. His fingers trace the fabric of your underwear and you shiver as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”

Swiftly he strips you of all your clothing. When his right hand starts toying with your clit you can’t stop the sigh that escapes your lips.

“Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Your eyes travel down to the reflection of your own pussy being teased by Hanma. You watch as he plays with your clit and slides his fingers in and out of you. Whenever you start to feel your eyes closing with pleasure, he slaps your ass and makes you open them again.

He has you on the edge of an orgasm and he can sense it so to help you along, he uses his free hand to pinch and play with your nipples.

“Fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm hits. When your head lulls back, you immediately feel Hanma’s hands around your chin.

“Keep looking. I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.”

You watch as your body trembles in his hands and a wicked grin crosses his face. He leans you even farther forward over the counter and gets down on his knees. Soon his face is buried deep in your pussy.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long to taste you again.”

His tongue curling in and out of you combined with the vibrations from his voice against your sensitive skin has you ready to cum again, and he knows it.

“Let me have it baby. I know you want to.”

So you do.

You cum again as you reach behind you, grab a fistful of his hair, and push him even closer to your body.

He lets out a soft growl at your aggression.

Shuji likes it when you’re rough with him.

When you’re done he pulls himself up to stand.

“You don’t know what I’m about to do you.” He confesses, voice low and raspy with lust.

Before you realize what’s happening he’s stripped himself naked and is pulling you into the shower.

When you’re both in it, his lips are on yours again. His hard cock is pressed against your stomach, and it hits you that’s he’s already made you cum a few times but you haven’t touched him at all.

Your hand travels down between his legs. You wrap your hand around his cock but he only lets you stroke it a few times before he stops you.

“I’ll let you jack me off some other time. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”

He glances sideways at the tiny bench inside the shower.

“You know, I always thought it was dumb that your shower had this but now…” he sits down on it and soon you’re straddling him again. “I’m so fucking happy it’s here.”

He leans you back far enough that he can line himself up with your opening. You gasp as he eases the tip in.

“You’re going to have the tightest little pussy. I can just tell.”

As his thumb finds your clit you gasp and unintentionally clench down even tighter around him.

“You’re gonna have to relax if you want me to get in deeper, baby.” He tilts your head down to make you eye level with him. When you look into them, you see that they’re blazing with arousal and excitement. “Just trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

You do your best to keep your muscles relaxed and when he gently thrusts his hips up into you again his cock starts sliding in deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, baby girl. Keep doing that for me…keep taking me like this.” Your legs shake as Hanma inches himself in and you’re feeling especially grateful for the shower bench and his iron grip on your body for keeping you stable.

When he’s finally in all the way you both sigh with relief. You barely have time to adjust to the size of him when he’s already pounding you.

It goes on like that for what feels like hours. Hanma has you in every position the shower permits and before you know it you’re back in the one that started it all: your back pressed to his chest and legs spread open with the shower head between your thighs except this time he’s actually touching you in the ways you wanted him to.

Though he’s got the shower head pointed directly at your clit, he’s rubbing it with his fingers too, and you can barely handle the overstimulation. Then Hanma decides to push you to your limits and attempts to slide his cock back in you.

He slaps your ass when he notices you wriggling away.

“Be still, baby. Let me show you what I wanted to do to you earlier.”

As his hand grips your throat and he manages to get himself fully back inside you, your eyes roll back.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he leans down and whispers what you’ve been dying to hear for months:

“You know you’re mine now, right?”

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Listen I tried to pack as much spice as possible into this one to make up for the fact I accidentally made some of you wait almost 6-7 weeks for part 2 so thank you for being patient I hope you liked it!

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@sherlockscumslut @sin-and-punishment @sleeplessreader @acroso @cutedrank

[no-saints-around-here]

*Me looking for baji in panty sniffing hcs* is he not a filthy panty sniffer like the others???

Link to relevant sniffing HCs

Masterlist

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No no, you right anon, Baji is definitely one of us filthy souls, but I kinda ran out of time to write him in...

Baji is still hella shy and skittish when it comes to women no matter how old this boy gets, even more so when it comes to you - you know his ma raised him to respect (and fear) women from young. No doubt Baji tries his best to live up to that expectation how ever difficult it may be when he is around you, though there's only so much resistance you can expect a boy like him to be able to put up before he succumbs to the temptation, the allure of you. Just wants you, needs you so bad to the point that simply jerking off to pictures and his memory of you - your sweet scent from when your hair brushed his nose, the softness of your hand in his - from earlier in the day no longer brings enough satisfaction or pleasure. Baji needed more.

Can't even bear the sinful thought of kissing you without almost imploding with a mix of shame and squeamishness, its his (very accidental, very unplanned he swears on his soul) glimpse of your panties lying on the floor of the room while you were in the shower that wriggled into his head. Unusual, given that you weren’t in the habit of leaving your clothes strewn all over, but its the sight of the exposed crotch of your used underwear that had him suddenly wondering what it smells like. The instant flood of guilt and shame at having such a perverse thought had Baji fleeing the scene with a reddened face, burying himself in his comics and shows in an effort to stop fucking thinking about your panties. Doesn’t help when you come wandering over asking if he was going to dinner, and once more the thought of the crotch of your panties pressed firmly against your pretty pussy makes his blood rush in the wrong direction.

Yet for reasons beyond him, Baji finds that the idea of your panties are just detached enough from your person to be able to stomach stealing borrowing them to relieve his pain. Its just a piece of cloth after all, albeit one that is a bit more intimate - but still just another cloth. You wouldn't really mind much, right? This boy does everything he can to convince himself that it was really fine to help himself to your dirty panties from the laundry bag, though he ultimately just grabs the first one he finds and then beats a hasty escape not just from the room, but from the house in general. Cannot even start to think about what would happen if you catch him red-handed: Baji thinks he might drop dead on the spot from shame.

Almost forgets that he is carrying your panties around in his hand in public as he tries to get to somewhere more private so that he can have his fun time, until he realizes that the other guys that kept turning back to look at him probably caught a glimpse of your underwear that is sticking out from his grip. Which is when Baji quickly stuffs it into his pants pockets.

The first sniff is almost like a sniff of cocaine to Baji, hand already stuffed down his open pants and clenched around his very hard, very erect dick. Couldn't stop his groan of pleasure in time - it's actually heaven. This boy is 100% behind at least two layers of locked doors and one more to which he can only access, but is still paranoid about getting caught. Buries his nose into the crotch, mind once more wandering back to you and just how perfect you are for him. If your underwear was this intoxicating to begin with, Baji couldn't even begin to imagine the source smelt like - it should be illegal for anyone to smell this good. Cums all over his pants and the floor in just a few minutes, but Baji just keeps going and going, everything about you flooding back into his head. Those gentle smiles that you flash at him, the way your eyes light up when he comes to pick you from school, there was nothing about you that this black-haired boy didn't like.

Takes immense effort and mental preparation to not wrap your panties around his length and cum all over them, but Baji for once manages to control himself. After all the effort he went through to take these, he doesn't quite want to return them just yet, you know? Your smell is still strong, and he really would like to (secretly) wash them clean and get rid of any taint, real or imaginary, he leaves on something so intimate before returning them to your drawer. With his perception of you still being this innocent, naive girl who knew nothing better of the darker world out there, Baji would not allow anyone to corrupt you and what he loved so much about you, and that included him as well.

[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: talking back to them and getting punished

anon: “hii ! can i have nct dream reaction to their s/o talk back to them and they doesnt happy with it and punish their s/o 🥺” hi love, sure i can. for this reaction, the boys takes up the dom role and the reader is fem, hope you don’t mind ^^

just for discretion, hate sex is hot and all but please talk out your problems and don’t solve it just by fucking 😭

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI!

→ MARK’s head tilts, and pleas one last time with something like “you don’t really mean that, right?” or something like that. when he gets your final word and you start to remove yourself from the argument he pulls you back. his eyes are darker, eyelids hooded. he’s intimidating!!!!! mark’s the kind to lose himself whenever he looks at you, ngl, but he knows his feelings aren’t alone and that you feel the heat and tension. i see him making you sit on his face and eating you out like no tomorrow. mark also gives off the no clothes humping vibe, where your pussy lips fit so perfectly on his curved dick and the friction makes your toes curl. the man is losing it, respectfully. imo, like i mentioned earlier, mark’s the one with the wavering dom role so he def forgets about the punishment halfway through and relishes in the way you feel around his cock.

“i want you to cum on my cock, baby, as much as i want it on my face,” mark says breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy. his hair is slick with sweat, having your thighs around his head for the past half n’ hour. you twitch as he places one last kiss on your clit, moving your ass backwards to finally get his dick in you.

"ah but," mark raises an eyebrow, "did i say now?" you're caught off guard when he forces your hips down on his exposed dick. the friction has you groaning, leaking even more now.

"move." he says. one word and you're moving your middle against the underside of his cock, your lips nicely fitted that it makes even mark moan out. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room and marks adds to your mewls. with a hand, he sneaks it behind you to play with your pussy, causing you to let out a choked whimper that has him smiling.

mark's grip on your hips tenses, eyes fluttering close in bliss when he sees the string of his pre-cum and your arousal connect each time you grind on his length, "atta girl, just like that. you'll be soaking the sheets once i'm done with you."

→ RENJUN tuts when you talk back to him, surprisingly calm when he looks you up and down. you done fucked up now bitch he’s going to ruin you!!! renjun’s movements are extremely slow, in fingering you, in licking your cunt, in pumping his cock in and out. its a punishment baby take it like it is he says! has a thing for blindfolds too, i feel, seeing the way your mouth opens to let out obscene moans that resonate throughout the room. RENJUN MAKES YOU SIT IN FRONT OF MIRROR 100%, “do you see my cock going in and out of you?” and he’s still going painfully slow that you try to rock your hips to get some kind of release.

“even when i’m punishing you, you still find a way to make a mistake,” renjun hums, eyeing you through the mirror as your fucked-out face is tilted back from the immense pleasure.

“darling, look at yourself, losing it over some cock,” renjun spits, delivering a particularly hard thrust that sends your body shaking. he takes your face with force, dipping a finger into your mouth which you suck on without hesitation.

“jun.... junnie, please go faster, please... i just-” you plead, locking eyes with renjun through your reflection. there’s a laugh coming from renjun, knowing you were in a long ride when he slips a blindfold on you. he loves his cock buried in you, but pulls out anyway and leaves you empty. 

a particularly loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps up your arousal from behind, hand stroking his shaft while your hands grab at the sheets in pleasure.

“keep looking at yourself, baby, look at how much of a slut you’re being.”

→ JENO tries to hold back like jaemin but his cool is easier to lose than the latter. jeno doesn’t hold back in giving you glares that translate exactly what he’s feeling. imo, he’s usually taken the back seat in your sex life, and is perfectly content with it, but one day he just sticks his hand up your skirt or whatever and fingers you in public!!! mans crazy luv!!! there’s something about you holding back your moans that turns him on so much. if it happens in the dorms? not prooooblem, he makes sure that everyone has their eyes focused on something, like a dream movies night before his hand inches up your thigh and you’re finally like “ohhh… this is why he’s been so passive aggressively polite since our argument” LOOL you’re biting on the cushion you were cuddling with head thrown back, silent pants spilling from your lips at how skilled jeno is with his fingers. everything after that is kept indoors, he likes the thrill but would rather deal with you privately.

the slam of the door makes you gasp, and the shove of your body against it makes you moan out accidentally. the glint in jeno’s eyes is mischievous, waving the hands that was just in your pussy in front of your face.

“that’s how wet you were, baby?” jeno hums, holding your stare like a champ as you try to not to wriggle in his grasp. jeno tsks, hovering them in front of your mouth, “suck.” you don’t lose any time, mouth immediately engulfing his digits to suck your juices off of him. a thigh’s situated in your middle, the other’s smile widening when he sees your attempts of getting off.

the feeling of your clothed core against his denim is sinful, yet so pleasure as your hips pick up the speed. it’s so much that your hand’s clutched around his bicep, nails digging into his skin at the friction. jeno moans at your vulnerable state, his other hand picking you up so he could at least sit down. the presence of a surface gives you more motivation to move, having a stable place to rest your knees on as you continued your humping, whimpering into jeno’s ears as he guides your hips with ease.

“you’re going to stay at this volume as i fuck you senseless. need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

→ HAECHAN is the meanest dom you could ever piss the fuck off. not afraid to let your sounds of pleasure reach the living room of the dorm (assuming he’s living with 127) that taeyong had to sit him down and reluctantly tell him to tone it down a little. arguments with haechan are trivial, sometimes about the littlest of things that piss you off as well because he’s so infuriating to convince/be on the same page as. you say one thing out of pocket once, and haechan is fuming inside because he knows it’s not true. orgasm denier, loves doing it to you. your sheets are soaked by the end of it, and god you haven’t even came yet!!!! what a bitch!!!! let y/n cum hyuck :/

“not so righteous right now, (y/n)?” haechan smirks, ignoring the glare you give him as you’re pinned under him. he revels in the rage you’re radiating, knowing he’ll make it all go away once his mouth’s on your pussy. you’re resisting him right until his lips are on your neck, sucking at the skin there. the whimpers that leave your mouth goes straight to haechan’s cock, but he has to hold it in until you learn your lesson.

“o..oh hyuck, fuck! please let me c-cum…!” haechan’s having the time of his life, licking up your slick as his fingers are pumping in and out of you, reading your body like a hawk. he knows when you’re reaching your end and denies another one from you, the thrashing around from you held down by his arm.

“let’s test you, hm?” haechan giggles, taking out his dick from the loose sweatpants he had on. with a few strokes, he holds back from plunging it into your begging hole, instead settling for teasing his tip around your entrance. your face opens up into a silent ‘o’, squirming from the pleasure of just the tip of his cock.

“pathetic,” haechan says before he loses it himself, pushing in his dick to feel the warmness of your walls hug him so snugly, “such a slut for my cock.”

→ JAEMIN doesn’t lose his cool right away, one of the nicer ones in the group i guess. he lets your attitude slide, but as the argument escalates he takes your wrist, dragging you straight to his room. the words he says are so sultry, but you don’t miss the anger behind his eyes. the way he punishes you is so sweet yet so terribly filthy, and he knows that you get off to it as well. i envision jaemin as a really sweet dom on the daily, but it switches whenever he has to put you in your place. from “that’s my good little girl” to “you’re just a filthy slut, aren’t you?” to rile him up this bad means you’re in a night of endless rounds LMAO good luck. nice enough to give you pleasure, but not changing his means of pleasuring you. 

“baby, you know what you’re doing, aren’t you? didn’t we leave the argument behind already?” jaemin coos, almost mockingly as he presses against your middle with his thigh. it’s pathetic in the way you grind up against it, desperate to find any form of fiction as he strips your lower half in no time.

“you only deserve my fingers, for now. not even my mouth, baby, sad, ain’t it?” jaemin grins, sinking one into your soaking hole. the sounds drive you insane, hips immediately buckling up from the contact.

for the next hour, he’s doing just that, hitting all the right spots in you with one, two, three fingers and nothing else. you’re whining for his mouth, for his mouth and anything, but it’s long before jaemin does any of those, focused on teaching you a lesson for testing his patience.

[pugzman3]

Make no mistake, God DOES love each of us, BUT...we are to conform and live in HIS ways. He does NOT conform to us, or to a "changing" society, or to what we are told is socially acceptable. God does not wish for anyone to perish, but he is a JUST God, and he has laid it out what he expects. And unless there is true repentance and departure from that life, God will exercise a just judgement accordingly.

God does NOT love us "as we are". Because if God loved us for "as we are", that would mean he would accept anyone and everyone into the kingdom, no matter what lifestyle you lived. It would mean we have no need to repent, and there would have been no reason to send Jesus to die for our sins. “But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags" Isaiah 64:6.

This? This is going to keep going. And like I said, people will either follow the church, or Jesus. You either preach the Word of God as it is, or you don't. What the pope is doing, this Jesuit heretic, it is 100% antichrist.

[toukenramblings]

NSFW Headcanons: Izuminokami Kanesada, Horikawa Kunihiro,Nagsone Kotetsu

Give me an instance to talk about the Sin-sengumi, I will take it. The Sin-sengumi shall soon become gospel, just y’all wait. It’s catching on. I also don’t give Naga enough love so here I am.

Warnings: S I N. I’m projecting

Izuminokami Kanesada

I would like to clear this up before we continue, this man is a brat and he knows it. Bottom, top, Izumin don’t care. He can and will tease you however the hell he wants. Maybe he’ll hide something under his clothing for you, but it’s easy to tell with his red face and overly trying to make you look at him and notice him, damn it! Look at what he did for you! Be proud of him! Get horny for him!

He is a horny lil shit when he is in the mood and you can tell, he’ll want to always be close to you, hugging you to his form, glaring at others, kisses pressed to your open skin, if he’s feeling naughty, sucking on your fingers. Sure in public he’ll control himself (MAYBE) but wait until you two are alone.

Izumi gets off on praise and that is a fACT. Call him a good boy as he plows into you or services you with his mouth, his moans during these times will be oh so heavenly, vibrations jolting up and down your spine as he does so. Tug on his hair during sex too, it gets him going.

Izumi is loud, gag him, gag him for me. He’ll look so pretty when he’s gagged, trust me. Do it with your underpants if you must, he’ll look so beautiful, flushed and screaming into the object, desperate for you to touch him.

Yes he gets off to your scent, don’t be surprised if you find him touching himself with an article of clothing against his nose when he misses you, hand furiously stroking himself, wishing that it was your hand or your mouth instead.

Izumi is a bottom-leaning switch, he wants to be taken cared of but that doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to top you anytime soon. Push his buttons enough and he will. He’ll mark you, mark him in return. He’ll flush as he tries to hide the love bites you give him. But is more than proud when he can see the bites he has given you.

The times when Izumi tops are...whoo baby. He’ll spill nothing but filthy praise from his lips about how your mouth feels on him, how good his cock feels whenever you do something to him. He’s highkey possessive as hell, so catch him calling you ‘mine’. “This is mine, right, master? You know I’m the only one that can make you feel good like this~”

Izumi is fucking greedy as hell whenever you decide to wear something underneath your clothing for him. A glimpse of it and he has a heart attack, Izumi.exe cannot work. Please come back later. He might straight up run away before coming back two seconds later to try and drag you into a secluded corner of the citadel to rip those damn clothes off of you and how dare you wear such a thing that’s only for his eyes.

Yes he isn’t afraid to publicly tease you or being caught having sex. Sure he’ll scream and be super duper embarrassed about it for a while but he’ll be fiiiine. It’s not gonna stop him from dragging you into your office and closing the door and curtains to fuck you on top of your desk anyway.

Izumi has a pretty decent sex drive, which tends to come and go but he’s honestly always ready to fuck you at any given point. Just give him a good reason to. He’ll flush and be flustered, stutter over his words and may downright pass the fuck out but he won’t hesitate to tease you right back with some naughty words.

Izumi loves it when you are on top of him, taking your pleasure from him as you see fit - he also secretly loves it when he’s being tied down when you do this. He loves seeing your face as it contorts in pleasure, and his mouth having an easy reach to your chest and nipples.

Damn it put his mouth to WORK. Shut him up with your nether regions, make him service you. Izumi adores being between your legs and watching every movement, every gasp and moan you make. He wants to drink up your moans like water if he could.

There are times when Izumi denies how horny he is, especially when you can see it in his body language, the way his oceanic blues ghost over your skin, how he bites down on his lower lip when his eyes glaze over your chest and ass - keep pushing his buttons, if he’s in denial that normally means he wants to be topped. He’s also very very much into overstim.

Loves it when you are wearing nothing but his haori, you cannot tell how many times you two fucked on top of that thing to the point it permanently has your scent on it.

Aftercare is rather quick. Clean you up to the bare minimum than pass the fuck out and cuddle. He has to cuddle you! No arguments here!

Horikawa Kunihiro

Hori Hori may have a pretty low sex drive, but he is a little shit about it when he wants to. You can tell when he’s in the mood, he isn’t as showy as Kane-san but it’s much more subtle. Soft whispers when you two are alone, his cheeks lightly flushed at the naughty thoughts in his head. “I want to give you my love tonight, master. Will you let me taste you until you cannot remember anything else but me?” 

Hori doesn’t pleasure himself often whenever he misses you, as said before, pretty low sex drive. That doesn’t mean he won’t do such a thing though, it’s quick and seamless, almost preparing himself for the night to come. Of course he knows to control himself but sometimes he can’t help it!

Hori’s favorite position is him between your legs, servicing you until you are screaming his name, where he can watch you with hooded eyes, forcing your legs apart for better access. He lives to pleasure you, to see you cum at least six times more than he does. 

Hori is also a service top, treating you as glass whenever he is on top. Soft kisses to your thighs, peppering kisses to your chest and marking them as his. That being said, he doesn’t mind being on the bottom. He has a habit of covering his mouth whenever you pleasure him in turn though, tIE HIM DOWN. His moans are beautiful, don’t hide them.

Speaking of tying, yes he will use the red ribbon on his uniform to tie your hands together. Don’t you fucking dare hide your screams and moans from him. Hori will not hesitate to gag you if needed, but would rather not. Would have you choke on his fingers if he must. Yes you can suck on his fingers, it’s great as hell and it gets him going.

Will also love it when you wear nothing but his shirt or jacket. It’s also a surefire way to get him in the mood. He’ll flush, clear his throat, and almost try to adjust it to look more proper on you. “Did you miss me that much, love?” he would question before kissing you.

And then we get to marking. Hori is very easy to mark, his skin bruises pretty easily and he won’t hesitate to show off his marks with a sense of shy pride. He loves marking you up though! It brings him a sense of pride whenever you two are in public and he sees that you are also showing off the marks he gave you. 

Oh Hori is very curious about toys, will dedicate an entire day of learning about the kinks and toys of the modern era. Consent is very important for him of course so he will always ask before doing anything naughty to you, unless you like the spontaneous stuff then he can do that! He caters his needs around yours as he is so giving after all. 

Rarely does Horikawa get jelly at all, he trusts you! But he won’t lie that it makes his skin crawl when someone looks at you with interest in their eyes. Even Kane-san is not safe from Hori’s glares. Expect him to mark you up even more after this incident.

Hori is very versatile. Top? Bottom? Whatever! He’ll be oh so happy just to be connected with you like this! He doesn’t care what position he’s in as long as he can be with you!

Horikawa always wants to see your face whenever you two are fucking. So if you two are doing doggy style, expect some mirror sex with some dirty talk thrown in there. He loves seeing your expressions as you two fuck.

If Horikawa is ever bottoming for you, it’s beautiful. He becomes so needy, praising you no matter what positions you two are in, begging for more. He’ll always be touching you somehow, and giving up control is something he isn’t against. He’ll tug on your hair during these times, arching his back, so on and so forth.

100% is that one dude who wakes up their partner with oral sex, change my mind. It’s gentle and sweet, fingers toying with your nether regions and a smirk dancing on his lips. And then he’ll pull away, is a weeee bit into orgasm denial until one of y’all is a sobbing mess - prefers it if you orgasm deny him though. But is more so into overstim, he loves you so much after all! You need to be fucked properly!

Yes Hori will 100% steal your bank account to find you something cute to wear under your clothing. Will love it when you model for him too! Has an entire collection of tabs saved of things for you to wear.

Super prepared for aftercare. Sheets? Changed. Water? Ready! Cuddles? Mandatory.

Nagasone Kotetsu

His nipples and chest are his biggest weak points, tweak them, nip them, suck on them. Oh man Naga-san will be putty in your hands. He just has really nice man tits i want to suck on them. But Nagasone will do the same to you! He will lavish your upper body with nothing but marks and kisses, adoring the way you squirm in his arms. During sex, Nagasone’s mouth has to be on something. Be it sucking on your fingers, a gag, or something or other man. It’s good as hell.

He has more control over his sex drive than Izuminokami but his sex drive is a lil bit more higher than Horikawa’s. Right in the middle. He knows he can keep control of himself but then there’s moments when he goes feral, pinning you down to whatever surface you have, teeth digging into your skin, giving you all of the love he can ever give you and more. Nagasone loves you, he wants to show it to the world.

There is a sly smirk whenever someone notices the love bites he has, or he has given you. He may have a light pink flush that decorates his cheeks when someone teases him about it, but he is proud of the marks he bears whenever you mark him. Won’t hesitate to show them off to the world if he must. Hachisuka might tell him to cut it out but is that going to stop him? No.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone is a service top and gives more than he gets back. He may be a fake but Nagasone thinks that you are his sun, his stars, his moon, the one who loves him despite who the hell he is. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, so most of the time the sexy times between y’all is soft as shit. He worships your body oh so much.

Do the same to him! Like I said, his chest is his weakest point. Mark it up, lavish him with praise and affection. Nagasone will act like it doesn’t do anything to him, but the way his cock twitches with your words speaks volumes. “Don’t say such things, love, you never know what I could do to you next.” though Nagasone always makes sure to return the favor!

Nagasone is so into body worship it’s not even funny. He could spend the rest of his day in the temple that is your body, between your legs, marking your thighs up and just basking in your presence. He also loves it when you wear something of his. It smells like him and it’s warm and cozy but man does it get him going.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone will be rather curious about toys and lingerie. Yes he may have tabs open on your computer on things for you to wear, but it’s all leather and lace. A few toys here and there, he doesn’t go fully into it like he will but he will happily learn more to pleasure you and please you!

Wear something under your clothing and flash it to him. I dare you. He will not hesitate to drag you away to somewhere private and make you fucking sob. “Wearing something like that? I didn’t think you would find out I liked that kind of thing, master. Mind if you take it off for me?” and then its ripped, whoops.

Nagasone loves your hands and how they deal with the rest of the swords. Loves kissing your fingertips and finger pads, sucking on your damn fingers and smirking as your eyes glaze over with lust.

Oh dude praise dOES something to Nagasone. He loves it when you praise him for doing such a good job when he’s servicing you, tug on his hair. He loves it when you’re rough with him.

If you ask him to be rough with you, you’re not walking for a week. He’ll make sure that you are fucked properly, overstimmed to the point you might just pass out from the pleasure. Pinned down to whatever surface he deems right, kissed until your lips are swollen and sore. Oh Nagasone will not be holding back. He will drag his nails down your back when you cling on to him, your body will be covered in nothing but his bites and marks now.

Is not into choking. I’m gonna put that out there right now. But kinda into collars?

Loves it when you sit in his lap and he’s ramming into you from below. He loves seeing your face when you get worked up like this! He always wants to see your face when you two are fucking, and also sucking on his fingers as he sings nothing but praises about how good you feel. Will also love to sit on your lap whenever he is taking you.

Nagasone will not deny that he has thought about fucking you under a table, your desk most likely. He’s a sneaky little shit and smirks as his fingers find your sex, toying with it until you want to snap. He’ll hate you forever if you do the same to him, expect him to slam you against a wall in frustration and roughly take you right then and there.

After care is simple. Swiftly clean and then pass the fuck out. Nagasone is a fucking furnace of a big dude so you’ll always be warm around him. Maybe he’ll joke that he wants a second round? Who knows, fufu.

[1962dude420-blog]

Today we remember the passing of Jani Lane who Died: August 11, 2011 in Woodland Hills, California

Jani Lane (born John Kennedy Oswald; February 1, 1964 – August 11, 2011) was an American recording artist and the lead vocalist, frontman, lyricist and main songwriter for the glam metal band Warrant. From Hollywood, California, the band experienced success from 1989 to 1996 with five albums reaching international sales of over 10 million. Lane left Warrant in 2004 and again in 2008 after a brief reunion. Lane also released a solo album, Back Down to One, in 2003, and the album Love the Sin, Hate the Sinner with a new group, Saints of the Underground, in 2008. Lane contributed lead vocals and songwriting to various projects throughout his career.

Lane was born John Kennedy Oswald (later changed to John Patrick Oswald), on February 1, 1964 in Akron, Ohio to Robert and Eileen Oswald. He was raised in Brimfield with four older siblings: sisters Marcine Williams, Michelle Robinson and Victoria Ley, plus older brother Eric, already an accomplished guitarist. With sisters Micki and Vicky and brother Eric harmonizing and playing guitar, Lane taught himself to play drums, guitar and piano by ear by age five. He grew up listening to Cleveland rock station WMMS (100.7 FM "The Buzzard") and was introduced to a variety of music by his older siblings.

With connections from siblings Eric and Vicky in and around the music scene (and with his parents' help), Lane made a name for himself at a very young age. He played drums under the pseudonym "Mitch Dynamite" in clubs by age 11 and with a local band "Pokerface." By that time, his siblings had left for college or marriage, although Vicky was still active in the entertainment industry in northeast Ohio and southwest Florida. Due to Vicky's numerous connections, Lane was able to network with industry execs in pursuit of his dream. Lane graduated from Field High School, in Mogadore, Ohio, a nearby city to Brimfield in 1982.

Lane is credited as the vocalist/drummer on Warrant's Latest and Greatest CD. Throughout his career, Lane would sometimes play drums/acoustic guitar and piano with his band and played the drums in various formats and gigs with other musicians.

After high school, Lane joined the band Cyren, featuring vocalist Skip Hammonds, guitarist John Weakland, bassist Don Hoover (and later Rusty Fohner) with Lane on drums and vocals. Many of Cyren's shows opened for a popular local band called Risque'. When their bassist, Al Collins, noticed Lane's vocal talents, he convinced Lane to form a new band they eventually called Dorian Gray. The new band also included Steven Chamberlin on drums and Dave Chamberlin on lead guitar. Dorian Gray was designed to have Lane as the lead vocalist and to perform original material, but Lane wasn't ready to be the lead singer and quickly returned to the drum kit. Billy Denmead was hired as lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist. After only a few shows, Collins left the band, vowing to put a band together when Lane was ready to be a lead vocalist.

Lane moved to Florida in 1983 with Dorian Gray. He eventually formed Plain Jane with Collins and Chamberlin, adopting the stage name "Jani Lane" (Chamberlin would also soon rechristen himself Steven Sweet). He took the name "Jani" from his German grandparents, who spelled his name "Jani" and pronounced it "Yay-nee."

Lane began vocal training with vocal coach/trainer Ron Feldmann, who introduced him to Creative Engineering, Inc. in Orlando. Lane worked there as a programmer of the animatronic character Dook LaRue, the drummer for The Rock-afire Explosion. His vocal debut was at The Station in Fern Park, Florida.

Lane, Collins, and Chamberlin recorded the first Plain Jane four-track demos at their rented house in Winter Park, Florida. Although reluctant to leave Florida, they rented a trailer in the spring of 1984 and moved to California with hopes of landing a record deal. They were broke by the time they landed at the Hollywood Bowl Motel and resorted to making sandwiches with mustard packets while taking turns calling their parents for cash.

Struggling to make ends meet as a musician, Lane resorted to working in a pornographic video warehouse. The band, along with a new road crew and a few girlfriends, pooled their wages and lived in a two-bedroom condominium rented by new Plain Jane guitarist Paul Noble. At one time there were 13 people living in the crowded space.

By 1985, Plain Jane had become a regular feature on the Los Angeles club circuit and opened many shows for a band called Warrant. Plain Jane's bassist and guitarist both left the band on the same day Warrant's singer and drummer quit. Erik Turner, who had founded Warrant in July 1984, was impressed by Plain Jane's songwriting and vocal performance and invited Lane and Sweet to jam with his band at Hollywood's db Sound in September 1986.

After generating notoriety on the club circuit, Warrant began to attract the attention of record labels. Following an abortive deal with A&M Records over a contribution to the soundtrack for the motion picture Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, the band signed with Columbia Records. The Columbia deal came via the partnering of Warrant and manager Tom Hulett, known for working with The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley, The Moody Blues and others. Hulett became Lane's mentor and friend until Hulett's death from cancer in 1993.

As lead vocalist with Warrant, Lane wrote all of the material for the band's 1989 debut double platinum album, Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich, including four Top 40 hit singles: "Down Boys", "Sometimes She Cries", "Big Talk" and the No. 2 Billboard Hot 100 hit "Heaven." The album peaked at no. 10 on The Billboard 200. Lane also wrote four Top 40 hit singles ("Cherry Pie," "I Saw Red," "Uncle Tom's Cabin" and "Blind Faith") for the second album, the 1990 double platinum Cherry Pie, which peaked at no. 7 on the Billboard 200. Lane also co-wrote and performed with Warrant the song "The Power" in the 1992 movie Gladiator. In 1992, Warrant released Dog Eat Dog, their gold third album, which peaked at no. 25 on the Billboard 200.

Lane left Warrant in March 1993 to pursue a solo career. He returned six months later, helping the band secure a new record with Tom Lipsky of CMC International. Warrant recorded Ultraphobic in 1995, Belly to Belly in 1996, Greatest & Latest in 1999 and a cover album, Under the Influence, in 2001.

Due to personal and business disagreements, Lane left Warrant again in 2004. In January 2008, the band's agent, The William Morris Agency, issued a new photograph of the band with Lane prominently featured, confirming his return to the band. It was the first time that all original members had been in the band since 1993. The band's first show with all original members was in May 2008 in Nashville, Tennessee. Warrant performed a series of shows during the summer of 2008, but by September, the band and Lane agreed to move forward separately due to "too much water under the bridge." Warrant and Lane both continued to perform Lane's compositions live and Lane continued to write for himself and other artists.

Lane became involved in acting in the early 1990s. He made a brief appearance in Caged Fear and appeared in High Strung in 1991.

In 1993, Lane started working on his first solo project. Titled "Jabberwocky," the album represented a significant musical departure from previous work. Between 1997 and 2000, demos of Lane's solo material began surfacing on the Internet, with some bids on eBay reaching an estimated $100 per copy. In 2002, Lane decided to postpone the "Jabberwocky" project and released a new project as his debut solo album. The "Jabberwocky" project remained unreleased.

Lane's official debut solo album, Back Down to One, was released on June 17, 2003 through Z Records and in the U.S. in 2006 on Immortal/Sidewinder Records. It carried a "power pop" sound more closely aligned with the sound of Warrant than "Jabberwocky." Shortly after the album's release, Lane was admitted to a rehabilitation center for alcohol and drug-related exhaustion.

In the fall of 2004, Lane contributed lead vocals for the first ever theme song to a novel, Billy McCarthy's "The Devil of Shakespeare," along with James Young from Styx, Ron Flynt of 20/20 and Chip Z'Nuff of Enuff Z'Nuff.

Lane contributed vocals on the track "Bastille Day" and "2112 Overture/Temples of Syrinx" for the Magna Carta 2005 Rush tribute album "Subdivisions."

Lane had success with the "VH1 Classic Metal Mania: Stripped" discs, where the acoustic version of "I Saw Red" was included on disc 1, a new acoustic swinging version of "Cherry Pie" featured on disc 2, and a new acoustic version of "Heaven" featured on disc 3.

In 2005, Lane became a fan favorite on the popular VH1 series Celebrity Fit Club 2. His problems with alcohol were highlighted and many viewers supported his efforts at recovery.

With the reissue and U.S. release of "Back Down to One" in 2006, Lane attempted to restart his version of Warrant. Although "Back Down to One" was credited as a solo release, Lane assembled a new touring band called "Jani Lane's Warrant." The band's first shows in Michigan were stopped by legal action from former bandmates objecting to his use of the Warrant logo on his posters. Lane subsequently continued touring without the Warrant name and logo.

Lane lent his vocals to numerous tribute CDs during the 2000s. In 2007, he released a solo cover album titled "Photograph," featuring a collection of his tribute contributions.

Keri Kelli and Lane wrote a song for Alice Cooper titled "The One That Got Away." It was recorded by Cooper on his 2008 record Along Came a Spider. Lane also finished work on a side project, Saints of the Underground, which included Kelli and Bobby Blotzer and Robbie Crane, (both from Ratt). Their album, Love the Sin, Hate the Sinner, was released on April 22, 2008 by Warrior Records, and was mixed by producer/engineer Andy Johns, who'd worked with The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin. The album featured additional bass work by Chuck Wright (Quiet Riot, House of Lords). The band was originally called "Angel City Outlaws" when they posted their first two promo singles, "Bruised" and "Exit."

In summer 2010, Lane toured with Great White, filling in for singer Jack Russell, who was recuperating from surgery after suffering internal complications.

On August 11, 2011, the Los Angeles Police Department and local news stations announced that Lane was found dead of acute alcohol poisoning at a Comfort Inn hotel in Woodland Hills, California at the age of 47. Lane was pronounced dead by fire department personnel who responded to a call shortly before 5:30 p.m.

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Why do you think Tomarry would work? I see a lot of people hating on it and the only response I ever see is that they come from similar backgrounds or people just like enemies to lovers. Also which horcrux do you think Harry would go best with (including Voldemort)

So, this is probably a more complicated question than you intended, but that’s because I live in bizarre head canon lands that few ever dare venture towards.

With that, let’s get started.

But What Do You Really Ship, Muffin?

First, it probably bears saying that I’m not really a Tomarry shipper. I know, I’ve written more than one Tomarry story, so if that’s not Tomarry what is? Well, remember that those Tomarry pairing tags are a filthy lie. October I committed the grievous sin of breaking up the Tomarry and throwing Tom at Harry’s mother. Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus is barely a Harry Potter fic in any capacity, and while the ship is the driving force of the fic, it’s also this nebulous, distant, thing that really shows up only in strange side stories where I try to make people laugh. When Harry Met Tom is probably the closest that I take seriously, but I also intentionally subvert all your typical Tomarry tropes for my own enjoyment. 

The only Tomarry story I’d say I’ve ever actually written is “The Burning Taste of Fire Whisky”. It’s a very popular story, sadly perhaps my most popular on Ao3, but I actually loathe it entirely. 

A lot of the time I feel like I just happen to have a Tomarry shirt on and then I suddenly became a subject matter expert. If you want the Tomarry opinions from real Tomarry people, I’m probably not the best person to ask. In fact, if you want really any standard answer about Harry Potter anything, I’m not the best person to ask.

Now, I’m not just saying this to be a hipster but to sort of give some background for why I’m going to give the answer I’m going to give and why it’s going to be 100% different from everyone else’s and yes, sometimes, I do think I came from Mars.

Will the Real Tomarry Please Stand Up?

So with that, the bottom line is: taking canon as JKR intended, completely at face value, Tomarry doesn’t work at all. This is because JKR fully intends a very flat, one-dimensional, and frankly quite boring Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle’s evil, Tom Riddle was born evil, Tom Riddle was evil in the womb because of rape. He is completely and utterly irredeemable and understands nothing of love.

Well, that sort of sinks the ship right out of the harbor, doesn’t it? A Tom Riddle incapable of love is one incapable of growth, especially in a romantic focused story. If you try to write it you just get weird sociopathic whump porn where Tom probably whips Harry in a closet somewhere.

Added onto this we get that, despite what she put down on paper, Harry is supposed to be a straight man. That aside, he’s also a righteous man whose understanding of things like love and friendship mean he’d never sully himself with gross Tom Riddle. Ew, what are you people thinking?

Well, what if we take canon just mostly as JKR intended? What if we just look at the characters the way she actually wrote them versus what she was trying to do? Still no dice.

Tom might now be capable of love, be a far more engaging character who can go somewhere, and be pulled out of a pit of rage and despair by someone but that someone ain’t Harry.

First, while I firmly believe Harry is gay (gay, not bisexual, compare his descriptions of Cho/Ginny to Tom Riddle/Sirius Balck/Cedric Diggory/Charlie Weasley, that boy pants after Tom Riddle and Cho’s kiss is “wet”) he’s also a much worse person and much dumber character than JKR intended. It’s really the first that damns the pairing.

I have a whole giant post on how Harry’s a little yikes but the long and short of it is that while Harry thinks he understands friendship and love he’s also someone who will cut out his friends at a moment’s notice if he feels remotely slighted, uses and sacrifices them for his own ends, gleefully uses unforgiveable curses when given the opportunity, and is the kind of guy who would cut someone up in the bathroom, leave them to bleed to death, and only really feel bad about it when it seems he might get in trouble for it.

This Harry ending up even with a Tom who could potentially be redeemed would more likely lead to, well, weird psychopathic whump porn where Harry tortures Tom in his basement to make him pay for all the horrible things he’s done while Harry claims he’s the most moral person ever because his mother loved him.

So, yeah, no Tomarry for you.

But Wait, Didn’t You Say You Believed in Tomarry?

What I believe in are archetypes.

Remove what Harry’s supposed to be, remove what I think he actually is (one maladjusted, violent, dude with a whole lot of anger issues), let’s make Harry what perhaps JKR didn’t even know she wanted: one of those rare fundamentally good heroes who warps an entire story with the strength of their inner nobility.

Harry Potter is meant to be a story about love and friendship. Now, it’s not actually, and we sort of end with Harry being Jesus and none of us are sure why. Except that he apparently forgives Dumbledore and Snape for brainwashing him to be a kamikaze agent. They’re the bravest men he knows. But let’s pretend it actually is a story about love and friendship.

To me, the strongest story of love we could possibly have had in this world is the redemption of Tom Riddle. Here is a man who was supposed to have been irredeemable since birth, he has done many horrific and unforgiveable things, grew up in extreme hardship in a society that spits on everything he ever was, and is mired in bitterness, despair, and rage. Beneath all that, Tom Riddle has given up hope in the world and is now content to burn it down himself.

Harry, through the nobility of his spirit and integrity of his character, somehow managing to redeem Tom Riddle is not only a fascinating story but a very good one at its core. The fact that they are tied together by destiny as well as tragedy, that Harry houses a shard of Tom’s soul (and I do so love horcruxes), only makes it more so.

This is the kind of story that carries epics, and that is why I gravitate towards it.

Now, do I change Harry up to do so? Good god, yes. I wouldn’t say any Harry Potter I have written is anything close to the Harry we know from canon. Some are closer than others, but they always in some way deviate. That said, from what I’ve seen almost nobody writes the actual Harry we remember from canon, so this is a very standard practice I can get away with, without too many people calling foul.

Ultimately ending in tragedy or in the full redemption of Tom: either works with these base characterizations and the world is your oyster.

What About All Those Other Arguments?

I’m not going to get into this too much except that I wouldn’t argue Tomarry works for the reasons you list. At all.

On the similar backgrounds, the fact is Harry and Tom don’t have similar backgrounds, JKR just says they do because she likes that trope (and so do many of the readers).

Harry and Tom have dark hair, they both came from abusive homes, but that’s where the similarities start and end. Upon entering the wizarding world Harry is treated very very very differently from Tom Riddle.

Harry, grows up in this weird sort of pseudo poverty where he dresses in rags because the Dursley’s hate him but he never actually has to worry about money. When he gets to the wizarding world he can afford everything he wants. He can buy a new wand, he can buy new supplies, he can buy all the candy off the trolly cart. Money’s not an object to Harry, is barely even a concept.

Tom Riddle is presumably on scholarship and money is everything to him. He buys a new wand but likely all his clothes and books are second hand. He can’t buy whatever candy he wants, probably can’t afford gifts for his peers, Tom is very aware of the haves and have nots.

Harry similarly never has to worry about a career. He never gets that far, fearing for his life so much, but the fact is that Harry has enough money that he doesn’t actually need to work. More, who would turn down the great Harry Potter? He wants to be an auror, is afraid he might not qualify, but it’s not really desperate.

Tom Riddle is to the world an impoverished muggle born. He tries for the Defense position and is turned down mostly because Dumbledore threw shade. Dumbledore tries to make it seem like Tom desperately wanted to work in this weird shop in London’s magical back alley, but probably that was the only position Tom could get (everything Dumbledore ever says, especially in those pensieve lessons, must be taken with a large grain of salt). Everything else goes to friends, family, and purebloods.

Adding to this, Harry has this glowing reputation. Now, Harry might not like it, he might want to be just Harry but the fact is that everyone has heard of him and most people worship the ground he walks on. Doors are open to him everywhere. His first introduction to the wizarding world is from a man who loves him and gushes about Harry as a baby.

Tom Riddle is someone with a muggle last name, who comes from a muggle orphanage, in other words he is nobody from nowhere. (For reasons I won’t get into here I find it very doubtful Tom ever revealed he was the heir of Slytherin until he became Voldemort and let Tom Riddle fade into obscurity). His first introduction to the wizarding world is some asshole lighting all his stuff on fire because the matron talked shit about him.

Harry wants to stay at Hogwarts because the Dursleys are abusive. Yes, this is terrible, but Tom wants to stay because Nazis are bombing London and Dippet says, “So sorry, Tom, no exceptions. Enjoy those luffas!” Harry’s concerns are never treated with the same disdain.

To make a long story short, they do not have similar backgrounds, at all. To say they do is utterly laughable and not much better than saying “they both have dark hair, they have so much in common!”

They both came from abusive homes, yes, but even the nature of those homes were very different and when they went to Hogwarts they were worlds apart.

... So much for not getting into it, eh?

As for Enemies to Lovers, well, it’s a trope and people enjoy it but it’s not my jam. I could go into why, but I think I’ve said enough.

Which Horcrux Do You Think Harry Would Go Best With?

We see so little of the individual horcruxes I’m not sure I can really take a stab at this. I sort of just make up their personalities as it suits me every time I write them.

With that I suppose I’m partial to the one in Harry’s head? Given that he has a front row seat to Harry, has seen Voldemort’s tragic demise, I think he’s in the best position to end up with Harry in a meaningful manner.

Especially as, if you think about it, he could represent the very last of Tom Riddle’s humanity. The single shard of humanity that remained in him until the bitter end.

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Unus Annus: A Complete Ranked List

well, now that every single video has been released, i’ve compiled them all into a complete ranked list, from best video to worst! this took way longer than it had any right to.  (also, please note this is just my opinion, and in all honesty, this list was really hard because so many of these videos are fantastic. you could tell me that you’d rearrange anything in the 50-250 range and i’d probably agree with you.) 

And if you don’t feel like going through the whole list, here’s Unus Annus ranked by month!

If the video is in: Top 50: 5 points 51 - 100: 4 points 101 - 150: 3 points 151 - 200: 2 points 201 - 250: 1 point 251 - 300: 0 points 300 or below: -1 point (Any ties settled by which month had the highest ranking video overall.)

November: 93 October: 72 December:70 September: 66 February: 66 August: 63 June: 60 January: 59 July: 53 May: 43 March: 37 April: 1

The Truth of Unus Annus (Oct. 31st)

Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN (Jan. 10th)

Phasmophobia in Real Life (Oct. 25th)

Mark and Ethan Attempt an Escape Room (Dec. 6th)

Hunting HeeHoo (Aug. 29th)

DIY Geriatric Simulator (Jan. 18th)

Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video (Nov. 4th)

Mark Teaches Ethan to Read with Hooked On Phonics (Jun 6th)

Ethan Gives Mark a Viking Funeral (Dec. 9th)

Cooking with Sex Toys (Nov. 15th)

Mark Reviews the Impossible Burger But There’s a Looming Sense of Impending Doom (Dec. 13th)

Helium Therapy (Nov. 29th)

2 Truths and 1 Lie -- Waxing Edition (Nov. 26th)

Ethan Will Be Kicked in the Balls (Nov. 22nd)

Being Brutally Honest With Each Other (Nov. 3rd)

Would Chica Save Us From Drowning? (Jul. 24th)

Mark and Ethan are Now Fathers (Mar. 22)

Ethan Kidnapped Mark (Oct. 30th)

Mark’s Outdoor Escape Room (Aug. 28th)

The Unus Annus Last Supper (Nov. 2nd)

Mark and Ethan Go Casket Shopping (Jan. 11th)

The Sensory Overload Tank (Jan. 7th)

Mark and Ethan Summon a Ghost (Nov. 25th)

Mark Knows What Ethan Did… (Sep. 22nd)

Pee Sauna (Jun 17th)

We Made Nude Paintings of Each Other (Dec. 14th)

All of Our Video Ideas that Never Happened (Nov. 5th)

Mark Teaches Ethan How to March in a Marching Band (Sep. 4th)

Hiding Our Sins From Amy’s Holy Peepers (Jan. 2nd)

Our Perfect (and last) Valentine’s Day (Feb. 14th)

The Barrel - Official Music Video (Mar. 9th)

Edward Pumpkin Hands (Oct. 26th)

This Video Is Completely Unedited (Oct. 17th)

Ethan Teaches Mark How to Swim (Jun. 28th)

The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover (Nov. 12th)

Everything’s Legal if You’re Dead (Nov. 10th)

Harnessing Our Dogs’ Unlimited Energy (Dec. 23rd)

2 Grown Men Attempt the Presidential Fitness Test (Dec. 31st)

Learning to Breathe Underwater (Jan. 13th)

Playing Children’s Games in Total Darkness (Aug. 17th)

The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest (Oct. 28th)

Saying Goodbye to All Our Guests (Nov. 9th)

We Got Pepper Sprayed (Mar. 10th)

The Cryptid Olympics (Oct. 24th)

Mark and Ethan Get Into a Fight (Mar. 8th)

Mark Punishes Ethan (Jan. 27th)

Ethan Watches as Mark Achieves the Impossible (Sep. 29th)

Drunk College Party Simulator (Feb. 15th)

God’s Fitness Test (Nov. 8th)

3 Big Boys Attempt the King’s Royal Fitness Test (Feb. 18th)

The Beginning of the End (Jul. 26th)

Mark Cooks Blindfolded While Ethan Guides Him Through FaceTime (May 22nd)

Pitching a Tent in the Woods But There’s a Bear 15 Feet Away (Aug. 22nd)

We Forced James Charles to Run a Military Obstacle Course (Mar. 23rd)

We Tried a Labor Pain Simulator (Mar. 20th)

The Bad Kind of Cupping (Nov. 20th)

Ethan Destroys Mark’s Van with a Bat (Dec. 7th)

Duct Tape Crucifixion (Amy, Please Don’t Watch This Video) (Dec. 29th)

A Bear Attacked Us in the Middle of the Night (Aug. 24th)

Mark and Ethan Look at a Puppy for 10 Minutes (Jul 7th)

Building the World’s First IKEA Boat (Jun 27th)

Goat Yoga (Feb. 22nd)

10 Strange Amazon Products Ethan Bought Mark Because He Doesn’t Know How To Spend Money Responsibly (Feb. 16th)

Top 10 Worst Things Your Friend Could Possibly Spend Their Money On (Feb 29th)

Fixing Mark’s Hole with Ramen But Every Time We Add Glue We Get 5% Closer to God (Jan. 14th)

Being Attacked By a Fully Trained Bodyguard Dog (Feb. 19th)

Preserving Ourselves in Wax (Dec. 26th)

Santa’s Mukbang (Drinking 1 Gallon of Eggnog) (Dec. 24th)

The Unus Annus Space Program (Jul 11th)

Ethan Explores Mark’s Haunted Basement (Dec. 17th)

Dummy THICC for Dummies | A Tale of Two Butts | Pushing Our Butts Even Further Beyond (Jul. 4th)

DIY Bungee Jump (please don’t try this) (Jan. 4th)

Unregulated Axe Throwing (Feb. 7th)

Making the Ultimate Unus Annus Burger (Sep. 15th)

How to Rescue a Cat from a Tree (Aug. 23rd)

Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna Into a Portable Hell (Mar. 16th)

The End of Unus Annus Is Almost Here… (May 15th)

We Accidentally Made an SCP While Amy Was Away (Sep. 13th)

We Play The Newlywed Game While Consuming That Which Will Kill the Other (May 23rd)

Building IKEA’s Hardest Piece of Furniture Without Instructions (Jun 18th)

Recharging Our Phones Using Only Brute Strength (Jul. 30th)

Eating Only Onions for 24 Hours: How Many Onions Does It Take to Kill a Man? (May 8th)

The Candy Bra Challenge (Jul 6th)

We Bought Every Grinch Costume on Ebay (Oct. 13th)

Only UNUS-es/ANNUS-es May Watch This Video (May 28th)

Only Watch From 2:25-6:11 --- DO NOT WATCH ANY OTHER PART OF THIS VIDEO (May 29th)

We Force Mark to Swim in the Ocean (HIS GREATEST FEAR) (Oct. 22nd)

Recreating The Miracle of Childbirth (Mar. 21st)

Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank (Nov. 18th)

Turning Mark into an E-Boy (Feb. 2nd)

The First Annual Unus Annus Roast (Nov. 7th)

Reacting to Your Hilarious Green Screen Memes (Jun 5th)

The Ultimate Trolley Problem (Feb. 21st)

We Looked at Unus Annus Memes (Apr. 30th)

Exploring the Unus Annus Subreddit for Your Delicious Memes (May 16th)

BLACK LIVES MATTER: Resources and How You Can Help In The Description (Jun 2nd)

The Chubby Gummy Challenge (Dec. 4th)

Who Can Teach Their Dog a Trick the Fastest? (Mar. 5th)

Taped and Afraid (Dec. 20th)

We Played Strip Poker (May 20th)

Consuming the World’s Hottest Chip (Sep. 30th)

Mark and Ethan Learn About the Human Body (Jan. 26th)

1 Man 100 Accents (Dec. 1st)

Mark Steals Ethan’s Face (Jan. 15th)

Chickens Teach Us About Life and Death (Feb. 17th)

We Lubed Our Floor for a Sliding Competition (Aug. 3rd)

Mark Conquers His Fear of Night Swimming (Oct. 11th)

The Ultimate Paper Airplane Showdown (Jun 20th)

We Pierced Each Other’s Ears (Sep. 11th)

Crushing Watermelons Betwixt Our Mighty Thighs (Jun 3rd)

7 Minutes in Heaven | 7 Minutes in Hell (Nov. 11th)

Two Men in a Trench Coat Teach You How to Save Money at the Movies (Jun 26th)

Having an Adventure in VRChat Because We Can’t Go Outside (Mar. 27th)

Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our YouTube Famous Dogs (Jul. 16th)

Mark and Ethan Shave Chica (Aug. 8th)

The Wubble (Aug. 7th)

How to Start a Fire (except don’t…) (Aug. 27th)

Unus Annus (Nov. 15th)

This Is Goodbye (Aug. 5th)

Puberty Simulator (Aug. 13th)

This Video Went Completely Out of Control (Oct. 1st)

This Video Will Never Make Sense (Sep. 23rd)

Blowing Our Souls into Some Hot Glass (Feb. 28th)

We Attempted to Create THICC Water (May 10th)

Brick Soccer (Sep. 19th)

Accepting the Truth (Nov. 1st)

Drinking Real THICC Water...How Bad Does It Taste? (May 19th)

How Far Can We Chuck a 16lbs Rock? (Sep. 10th)

Recreating Ourselves as a Cursed Mannequin (Jan. 8th)

Recreating Childhood Photos (Jun 13th)

Nutball: The Most Dangerous Game (Feb. 10th)

Mark Teaches Ethan How to Play the Trumpet (Aug. 1st)

How to Safely Bury Your Friend (Aug. 25th)

Mark Breaks His Nose on an Aerial Hoop (Oct. 4th)

DIY Bed of Nails: OH GOD, PLEASE DON’T EVER TRY THIS (Jul. 20th)

Pee Soda (Sep. 17th)

We Had to Drink Each Other’s Pee (Dec. 16th)

Creating Mark FISHbach (Jun 21st)

Making Our Own Gravestones to Prepare for Our Inevitable Demise (May 11th)

We Made Fanart for Each Other (Jun 11th)

Bear Trapping 101: An Elegant Knot for an Elegant Beast (Jun 25th)

Pressure Washing Our Sins Away (Oct. 21st)

Literally Finding a Needle in a Haystack (Oct. 8th)

We Ate Dog Treats so You Don’t Have To (Sept. 12th)

Giving Away Our 1,000,000 Subscriber Gold Play Button (Dec. 18th)

2 Idiots Get Crushed By 18-Ft Giant Snakes (Mar. 15th)

We Cryogenically Freeze Ourselves (Jan. 20th)

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2080 (May 27th)

Fighting Fish to the Death in the Deep Blue Sea (Oct. 23rd)

DIY Teeth (Jul. 17th)

We Attempt to Make UNHOLY Water (Sep. 24th)

We Attempt to Make Holy Water (Sep. 20th)

DIY Cheese (Jan. 29th)

Making an Indoor Tornado to Flex on Mother Nature (Feb. 9th)

Literally Eating Fire (Feb. 6th)

2 Absolute Beginners Experience the Dancing Glory that is Salsa (Jan. 17th)

Team Building for 2: Trust Fall, Tug-of-War, and More! (Aug. 26th)

The Great Ice Cream Cake Race (Sep. 27th)

The Unus Annus Confessional Booth (May 26th)

Blood Bath (Oct. 27th)

2 Dirty Boys Wash Their Filthy Mouths Out With Soap (Jun. 30th)

Who Can Make Themselves Taller? (Jan. 6th)

Mark and Ethan Share a Drink (Aug. 6th)

2 Adults Take a 4th Grade Math Test  (Sep. 6th)

Bobbing for Literally Anything But Apples (Oct. 16th)

Momiplier Teaches Self Defense (Aug. 15th)

The Human Mop (Jul. 21st)

We Attempt Pottery Without Amy’s Help (Sep. 8th)

Becoming One With the Horse (Jun 19th)

Wikifeet: A Tale of Two Tootsies (Apr. 4th)

We Found Websites That the World Forgot About (Apr. 11th)

1 Gallon of Jello Nearly Broke Us (Aug. 20th)

We Finally Drank Our DIY Wine (Sep. 5th)

We Do It Better Than Icarus Ever Could (Jul. 25th)

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Bobbing for Apples but the Water Keeps Getting Thiccer (Oct. 3rd)

We Buy a Professional Hypnosis Video and React to It (Dec. 5th)

Long Hair, Do We Dare? (Feb. 25th)

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Professional Fire Cupping (Going Even Further Beyond) (Feb. 4th)

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Mark Builds a Pillow Fort for the Very First Time (Apr. 2nd)

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Mark and Ethan Bet Everything on a Wikipedia Race (Apr. 15th)

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We Take a Lie Detector Test to Uncover Our Darkest Sins (Jan. 12th)

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We Made Every YouTuber Battle in the Hunger Games (Apr. 5th)

Ultimate YouTuber Boxing Showdown (Mar. 30th)

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How to NOT be the Perfect Boyfriend (Apr. 13th)

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2 Complete Amateurs Enter a Body Building Competition (Jun 1st)

Does This Magnetic Skincare Routine Really Work? (Jul. 19th)

Mark and Ethan Milk a Goat (Oct. 5th)

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We’re Better Than Dogs (Aug. 18th)

We Have the Best Bellies on YouTube (May 25th)

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Mark and Ethan Become United States Citizens (Jun 10th)

Mark and Ethan Desperately Attempt to Feel Something (May 4th)

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Mark Teaches Ethan Korean (May 13th)

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We Give Each Other Tattoos Blindfolded (Mar. 11th)

Mark’s 1 Weird Talent Leaves Ethan Absolutely Speechless (Apr. 3rd)

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We Smell Every Smell (Sep. 1st)

We Wrote a Hit Pop Song in 30 Minutes (Feb. 26th)

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Strange (and legal) Things You Can Do With Your Body After Death (Jan. 28th)

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Running Internet Drama Through Google Translate (Apr. 24th)

Mark and Ethan Desperately Try to Name a Single State in the USA (Apr. 8th)

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[theidlehandsdiary]

Terror management theory and the rise of hypocrisy

 Inicially proposed by phd psychologists Jeff Greenberg, Sheldon Solomon e Tom Pyszczynski, the Terror Manegement Theory implies that when confronted with it’s own mortality the subject will present harsher judgement and stronger values, based on natural human desire to have a legacy, and in a way filling the terror of eminent death with the confort of being forever alive in others memories.

 Personally, I believe that the pandemic served as a constant reminder of our fleeding existence in this planet and that the day of reckoning is closer then ever. Will you go to heaven? Will god let you in? Do you have the right to cast the first stone? Is god real? The truth is that the day of judgment is already here, we experience it every day. Every lie and every person left behind is being disconted, the real question is:  when will it catch up to you? And it will. We are here as students, to what teacher is the mistery of it all. Do you look inside yourself and have the confort of knowing you are doing your best to be fair, kind, truthfull and holding the same standars you hold to others to yourself? We all fail, that’s not the sin. The sin is to not change and evolve. 

 My morals are the my most precious possesions, and it took looking death in the eye to understand that people want to be so big they forget to practice what they preach. “ Live by the sword, die by the sword. “

 You want your “place in heaven”? You are no better then a filthy pig ruminating your own lies if you think you’ll get there by manipulating the ones around you, living a life of hipocrisy. Death was the real start of this road, and ironically it will be the end too. When the time comes I’ll be at peace knowing I did my best to live by my values. Will you?

(TMT)  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7498956/#:~:text=With%20his%20colleagues%20Jeff%20Greenberg,results%20from%20the%20uniquely%20human

Late night thougts, reading to much war related material too lol. I love the idea of a life centered around strong values, to wich I’m 100% prepared to respond to if I ever failed them. I think we have lost in many ways the habilithy of reponding to our mistakes and taking ourselves accountable as much as we expect others to.

 When I say I have strong values that doesn’t imply that I’m perfect or better then others, for a long time i believed most people shared this values with me and they just made occasional mistakes like all of us do. But then I understood that a lot of people will just mindlesly fuck others for their own gain and lie and they trully don’t care, and that scares me. That made me lose faith in our society and not trust people. I’ve expected people to try and correct their mistakes after they are shown that what they are doing is hurting others, but some people just don’t give a fuck and I honestly had a hard time acepting that. And now I have, and feel like my purpose is to try being the best person I can be, this is how I cope with being stuck in a world like this, and if it would help you too, I’m really happy I’m not alone.

[lovethyqueers]

Being a Christian and being queer can feel like a constant tug-of-war in your heart. When you start listening to the echoes of the world, everyone around you, it’s very easy to begin to feel hopeless. I know that when I do my best to listen to God, I feel more at ease and comforted than when I do listening to all the other voices in the world. 

It can often feel like there’s no middle ground in my identity. I live in a very conservative world where my identity is condemned- queer Christians aren’t real. They don’t really love God. They’re not really trying to be obedient to the Lord. It’s easy for me to listen to that and cry and feel hopeless, like God hates me and has rejected me. 

It’s very easy, on the flip side, for others to say, “Oh, just tune that out,” without walking the walk which I have to walk each and every day. These people don’t come at it from the same perspective I do. They don’t look at things with the lens which I do. 

I cannot begin embracing my identity as queer and throw out my identity in Christ- because, to me, my identity in Christ is so important. I value it. I love God. I need God. I would not be here without Him; I can’t even envision a life without my faith. I don’t have the luxury of turning my back on the Church or God or anything of that nature with a clear conscience- it’s not even something I can do. I don’t think I’d want to, if I could. 

So, I have to find a way to reconcile my queerness with my faith. Do I do that in the same way you come to the Lord, seeking out forgiveness for stealing or lying or being hateful towards your brother? Or do I do it by embracing it as just another part of me that makes me me? Or so I acknowledge it then live my life, pretending it’s not a huge part of me?

Or, perhaps, is there another approach I’ve missed? Another option I need to dust off and explore? 

I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers. I barely have any of them in the first place. My life is shaped by my faith, but a lot of it has been shaped from my LGBTQ+ identity. I can’t sit here and pretend part of the person I am hasn’t come from the nights in the bathroom, crying because I thought the way I looked at my female classmate was dirty and filthy and God maybe has forgiven me one too many times and this time is the time I’ve finally managed to condemn myself. 

I wrestle with scriptures- dwell over the different interpretations. I try to pray over them. Try to figure out what’s right, what’s wrong. How to do this- how to reconcile. How to live with myself because I’ve found that such a thing can be a very hard thing to do.

My approach is too liberal for the conservatives- too conservative for the liberals. I pray God gives my eyes wisdom and discernment in navigating all my relationships- the ones with my friends, my family, strangers... and my partners, past and future. I take the side a approach and I approach it hesitantly. Carefully. I use that term, even though it doesn’t describe me 100%. But no label fits perfectly and manages to describe me 100%.

Except “Christian.” Which, to me, has always been more than a label. It’s me, my whole identity. My identity is in Christ. I am a Christian because Jesus died for me, for my sins, and He loves me more than anyone could even imagine. And I take comfort in that I am His child. I am God’s child, saved by grace, through faith. And that’s what makes me a Christian. 

Me being queer does not negate that. It never has. As I’ve struggled through the clobber passages, as I’ve sat in those bathrooms crying, when I tremble at night- none of that can ever conquer my God. 

And as I dwell on this tonight, I have a simple prayer: that, regardless what position you’re coming from on the great LGBTQ+ debate as a Christian, we understand that we are God’s children. Saved by grace. Through faith. And I pray, even with differing perspectives, we still can come together and praise the Lord in the freedom He has given us. 

Yes, LGBTQ+ Christians exist. We’re not oxymorons. We’re real, we’re here, and we love Jesus and He loves us. We come in many different forms, from many different viewpoints and perspectives. But, dear siblings, we are all made by the same creator and I pray we all can come together on our common ground- that we love the Lord and we want to spread that love to others. 

It can be alienating being an LGBTQ+ Christian. Whether side a or side b or if you fall somewhere else, it can be scary and you can feel very alone.

But you are not. You are never alone. 

[doctorgerth]

Prompt Winner #3

Prompt: “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Description: Being a Straw Hat, you don’t really get to see Law as often as you’d like due to his own personal missions. When the Heart Pirates show up one day and a party ensues, you and Law sneak off to have a little party of your own. (fem s/o)

Rating: 100% Law smut, with a hint of fluff and angst

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Note: This is uhh pretty filthy lmao and also really long as I got a bit carried away..... I completely understand if you want to skip to the sinful parts! No shame here. NSFW begins under the cut.  

Body Party (Law)

NSFW

Prompt Story

(Word count: 5509)

"Look everyone, it's Torao!" Luffy beamed with an ear-to-ear grin as he ran to the head of the Sunny to greet his friend (first) and ally (second). Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar, rather endearing nickname your captain would use to call Law. You weren't supposed to see him for a few more days now, why the sudden appearance?

Nevertheless, that curious question couldn't stop your feet from trailing right behind Luffy as you trotted in excitement, eager to see if it was really him or this was all a dream. The bright yellow of the Polar Tang glistened under the sun, bobbing against the turquoise waves. Up on board were a few familiar faces, Shachi, Penguin, Ikkaku, Jean Bart, and Bepo. All were standing proudly, the rest of the crew following in tow, and your heart beamed seeing such wonderful friends again after so long.

Your eyes wandered, practically straining against the sun as you searched for the infamous dark haired, tattooed man. The anticipation was killing you! The impatience and eagerness to just see him again, no longer relying on his bounty poster for company, was keeping your body on the verge of explosion. Where was Law?

"Looking for me?" A voice whispered just behind your ear, immediately sending chills down your spine. It was a bit embarrassing, but you could feel the dampness of your panties already. Your heart threatened to break out of its cage at the lull of his voice, sounding more suggestive than you were sure he intended. Nevertheless, the tension was real and you were hot for him already.

Before you could even turn around to greet your lover, Luffy had already tackled Law to the ground, Chopper joining in, in a back-breaking hug.

"We missed you, Torao! Welcome back!" Luffy's infamous shishishi graced your ears and though Law definitely looked annoyed, the fact that he wasn't putting forth much effort to remove Luffy from his neck showed that he was at least a little happy to be back.

The rest of your crew joined, some waving at the Heart Pirates in greeting, some asking Law how his mission went. You stood against the railing, eyes threatening to tear up as you smiled at this heartfelt reunion. To have two of the most important groups in your life around you at once, you couldn't ask for anything more. But as much as you loved this reunion, the only thing that could make this better was a personal reunion between you and Law.

He seemed to notice you lost in thought and as your eyes met, the feelings of sheer anxiousness and need, reminiscent of when you first caught feelings for this man, pooled your stomach and shook the lower half of your body. He offered you a smirk as the people around him kept talking and for a moment, it felt like it was you two again. Everything disappeared in an instant as you offered each other welcoming smiles, but you were already tired of the distance between the two of you. He was right there, you just needed to touch him, feel his fingers on your skin, even if for just a moment.

It was to no one's surprise that Luffy called up a party between the allied pirate groups, no one could possibly reject the idea. Sanji immediately went to the kitchen to prepare food and drinks for everyone, Zoro very hesitantly started sharing his alcohol with some Heart Pirates, and Brook whipped out his violin to play some tunes. The party was already fully alive within minutes, the mingling of Heart Pirates and Straw Hats was an endearing sight.

Your eyes kept finding Law's among the crowd and he captured yours every time you found him, as if he was watching your every move. There was always someone between you two, other people begging to have each of your attentions, but your mind was only ever on Law and he seemed to display the same struggle with you. Your legs grew weaker with every suggestive look he shot your way, the two of you visibly getting needier by the second. Yet, he was making no effort to get you alone. You understood, because people would surely be questioning where you two ran off to, but you couldn't hide the disappointment you felt. Did he not miss you? Even a little?

You decided to tease him a bit, maybe pushing his buttons would garner the attention you so desired. Anything was better than shamelessly eye-fucking each other from across the ship. You needed contact and you weren't sure you could last much longer in his presence before needing to go relieve yourself, like you had been doing the past few months during his absence. You'd much prefer he help you out, but your patience was beginning to wear thin.

Ikkaku offered you a drink and you took it with grace, instantly bringing the cool champagne glass to your lips, making sure to take the drink nice and slow. Law watched with hazy eyes as you drank, wishing he was against your lips. He'd never been so jealous over an inanimate object before and he knew exactly what you were doing to him. It's not that he hated it, you were just making it damn near impossible for him to control himself! How dare you make him so flustered in front of your respective crews.

Your body could feel his eyes burning passionate holes into your body as he watched you with need, you had him right where you wanted him. You decided to turn up the heat by reaching for you hair, pulling at the pins and ribbons that kept it tied up in a bun. With a few pulls, you hair cascaded down onto your shoulders. Hooded eyes were what you offered Law this time as you shook at your hair, loving the way it felt down. Even from this distance, you could see the flush creeping along his neck and cheeks. You smiled at him suggestively before turning your attention back onto Ikkaku, allowing the burning desire to settle into his system.

There was a brief time when Ikkaku left you to go retrieve another drink for herself. You were left alone for a moment, watching as everyone talked and danced and drank amongst each other on the ship. It had been a few minutes since you had seen Law, so naturally your eyes scanned the crowd for his tall figure, but to your dismay, he seemed to be nowhere in sight. You double checked every area you could on the ship, trying to look casual as you searched for him everywhere, but there was no Law visible on the ship.

You huffed to yourself, you would think he would be begging to see you after all this time apart, but he hadn't even so much as hugged you since his return! You were definitely gonna give him an ear full when you got a chance to speak to him.

But your thoughts dispersed quickly as in a flash, you suddenly found yourself pinned harshly against cold walls you weren't too familiar with at first. Your eyes took some time to adjust to the stark white light and you realized you were in Law's room on the Polar Tang, the doctor himself pinning your arms above your head with a devilish smirk on his lips.

Your breath finally caught up to you as you looked up to your lover. Suddenly, tears swelled up in your eyes and you couldn't stop the dam from breaking as you cried his name, "Oh, Law..."

Surprised by your sudden burst of emotions, he released your wrists from his rough grasp, pulling you into his arms in a tight embrace. Your body shook from the strangled tears you were holding back, but your body instantly melded into his as he held you close, a free hand petting the back of your head.

"It's okay. I'm here." He cooed into your hair, feeling instant regret for not offering you his loving embrace sooner. He was rather shy with public affection, so he was just waiting for the right time to get you alone. He admittedly should have done so sooner, but all that mattered was that he had you now.

"I missed you so much." You whispered as your grip tightened into his black coat. You pulled his body into you, begging to have him closer as if it were even possible. He was here, tangible, right under your finger tips; you finally had him all to yourself, the sounds from the lively party barely a low mumble in your ears.

He pulled away only to look at you, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. His fingers placed themselves under the base of your chin, pulling you up to his lips, "Let me show you just how much I missed you, (Name)-ya." He whispered, his warm breath fanning your lips, sending desire-filled shivers down your entire body at the way your name rolled off his tongue.

This was what you wanted for so long, the feeling to be one with Law again was a need aching in your body since the last time you were connected. You had to manage yourself while he was away, but now he was here, able to fulfill all your desires. You wasted no time in connecting your lips with his, a satisfied moan escaping into the warmth of his open mouth. You remembered the last kiss you had, it was hesitant, dismal, a pitiful goodbye kiss. This one, this welcoming kiss, was what you dreamed of, warm, sensual, and desperate. You were an absolute fool to think Law hadn't missed you all this time.

His body pushed yours against the wall once more, your kissing now sloppy and hungry as his lips devoured yours. He wanted to make this special for your sake, but after missing you for so long and that relentless teasing you were shamelessly offering earlier, he wasn't able to control his carnal desires. He wanted to show you just what you do to him, he wanted you to know how torturous it was for him to be without you.

Your arms were pinned above you again as he continued ravaging you. His knee wedged itself between your thighs, forcing them to spread apart. You easily complied, offering an open invitation for his hips to settle between yours. The strain of his hardening member against his jeans was becoming agonizingly painful as he'd been dealing with it practically all night.

His lips left yours for a moment, instantly trailing down to attack your neck with harsh bites and licks. Meanwhile, his hips found themselves eagerly grinding against your core, begging for friction, "Look at what you do to me. Can you see what four long months without you has done to me?” Law left biting kisses down the length of your neck, his moans muffled against your skin as it felt so good for him to rock into you once again, even if fully clothed,  “Shame on you for making me so weak in front of our crews. You're gonna pay for your teasing."

You could only hum in delight as he continued his ministrations along your collar bones. You weren't scared of what he would do to you, in fact, you would accept his punishments graciously. Your thoughts were racing with bliss as his lips had never felt so good on your skin before. His free hand roamed your body and you felt as if your skin ignited with his every touch, your head was spinning from the heat and lust pooling within you.

He released your wrists in order to free you from the tight confines of your shirt. Your breasts spilled out shamelessly, and for an instant, you felt your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment at being revealed to him. The shyness easily left you however, as Law was quick to grab at your breasts with his tattooed hands, burying his face between the mounds. His calloused palms against your sensitive, perked nipples sent you reeling, head falling back against the wall with a rather loud thud as his fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue explored your territory.

"Oh, I've missed these." He muttered contently, taking your left nipple into his mouth. He moaned in pleasure at having your beautiful breast between his teeth once again, a fantasy he replayed over and over again in his head during his time away. The satisfied moans you offered him made his heart pound in his chest; he's been dying to hear these noises from you again and he was only aching to hear more.

A curious finger trailed along the smooth skin of your thigh, you hadn't even noticed at first due to your body weakening from his loving attention on your breasts. That was until the finger found its way along the outlines of your shorts, trailing along the hems and fabric, tauntingly circling around your most desperate area. Your hips wiggled against his touch and he chuckled in response, releasing you from his mouth with a slick pop.

As much as he wanted to plunge his fingers deep into your aching cunt, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. He knew he wouldn't last long if he just gave himself to you right now. His body was aching for release, but he wanted to take his time in ravishing your body until you were both exhausted from pleasure.

"Such a needy girl, you think you can just have your way right now? Not a chance, I told you that you were gonna pay for being so cruel to me earlier.” Law retreated from your heated body, and you instantly felt cold, hands almost reaching out to pull him back into you, “It's time for your punishment, my love. Get on your knees. Now." A lone finger pointed downwards as a visual command and you couldn't hide the smirk that fell upon your lips at his orders. He always loved to take advantage of your submissiveness.

You dropped slowly onto your knees for him, fiddling with his belt and zipper once your knees touched the floor. Law helped you slightly in the undressing process, but he was too enamored in watching you undress him yourself. You shimmied his pants down to his ankles, not realizing Law had kicked off his boots already. He stepped out from his pants and watched as you gawked at the tent in his underwear. Your mouth seemed to water as you pulled down the bands of his underwear, his hardened cock spring forth, grazing against the tip of your nose. There it was, the cock you knew and loved so well. The cock that has rocked your body countless times before and was sure to leave you writhing in pleasure by the end of the night. Those thoughts were enough to leave you practically dripping in your underwear.

Your hands went to grab at it with eagerness, but his own tattooed hands swatted your nimble fingers away, "Behind your back." He stated, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. You eyed him curiously, but complied with crossing your wrists and keeping them behind you. Normally he would secure your wrists with a tie or his belt, but perhaps he wanted to test you.

"Good girl, now open wide." He smirked, bringing his leaking tip to your lips, circling them for just a second, before he eased his cock into your mouth. Your mouth adjusted accordingly as he never ceased his penetration. He guided his dick further and further, brushing past your gag reflexes down your throat. A low guttural groan escaped his throat and his body shuddered at having himself sheathed so far inside you. Your warm, soaked mouth a perfect home for his needy manhood.

Tears stung your eyes at having your mouth so full of him. You gagged once or twice, but Law would be a liar if he said he didn't find the feeling absolutely tantalizing. He stayed still for a moment, and though it was a bit uncomfortable for you, you were content with the look of pure pleasure on his face. His hand went to cup the back of your head for support, tangling in your hair in the process, as he began to unsheathe his cock from your mouth, only to fill you up again; reveling in the beyond pleasurable feeling each time.

He found a steady pace, practically holding your head steady for his own use, but you incorporated your tongue work in the midst of him face-fucking you and he loved every second of it, "You still know how to suck me so good, (Name)-ya...so good..."

All conscious thoughts were becoming a blur in his head as he was driven mad with carnal desires while his cock pumped in and out of you. Your warm cavern and skilled tongue were working him to the edge, sending satisfying jolts through every inch of his body. He hadn't noticed for a second that your hands were shamelessly rubbing at his thighs, so when he finally realized, he pulled on your hair harshly, your low moans vibrating his dick in response.

"Are you trying to disobey me, (Name)-ya? I don't think you want that."

But you do, you thought to yourself. When you offered him a challenging look paired with rather lecherous eyes, he gritted his teeth, unable to contain himself any longer. He gripped your head with both hands and began relentlessly pounding his cock into your gasping mouth. You gagged so many times at his harsh fucking but you took every single thrust with pride, loving the feeling of choking on his dick. Law loved the feeling too, perhaps a little too much as his thrusting became sloppy and he felt the impending release tightening in his lower body.

"Hold still and you better swallow every last drop." He commanded, as if you were even daring to move in the first place, while he held you steady and you were eager to have your lover reach his peak. With a few more thrusts, Law came with three slow pumps, his thick cum already trailing down the back of your throat, "Fuck."

He pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet and kissing your cum and saliva soaked lips without hesitation. Your mouth was aching from his rough session, but his soft, intimate lips offered you comfort as he kissed you with utmost desire.

"On the bed, now. Get out of those shorts and spread those beautiful legs for me." He pushed you in the direction of the bed and you waltzed over with shaky legs. The excitement of what was to come next was hardly containable. You removed your shorts and soaked underwear quickly while Law cleaned the rest of himself off with a spare shirt. Your back fell against the mattress, spreading your legs in slight nervousness for him. The time it took for Law to turn around was long enough to make you anxious, you almost snapped your thighs shut out of embarrassment.

But when he turned around, the way he bit his lip to suppress the filthy words he wanted to spill seemed to garner you confidence as you only spread your legs further for his hungry eyes. He strode over to you, a hand loosely pumping his already hardening cock, lewd seduction heavy in his golden eyes. Having you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread wide open, pussy glistening with desire for him, Law could never get enough of that sight.

"So gorgeous..." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bed. Before you could respond, he pulled you by the hips onto the edge of the bed, now dropping onto his knees for you, "I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for taking my cock so well earlier. Be a good girl and let me ravish you."

You didn't have to think twice about his offer as you placed your legs on his shoulders as confirmation. Your cunt was wide open and ready for his hungry lips, quivering right in front of his eyes. He marveled at the sight, a bit shocked at how bold you've become, but he knew you were just desperate after all this time spent apart; he was more than willing to finally satisfy you.

He placed tender kisses along your thighs, loving the way your body jolted with each touch. You were so sensitive and you bet your ass he was going to take full advantage of that. His kisses trailed down to your pubice, leaving soft, feather-like kisses there as well. Law was a grade A tease, and though usually you enjoyed it, right now you were becoming a bit frustrated! Your pussy has been craving his touch for months, and now he's decided to tease you?

That one curious finger from earlier made way to your core again, this time trailing the skin around every area desiring to be touched. His eyes were glued to your soaked core, just mesmerized by you for a moment, "After all this time, you're still so wet for me." His voice was barely above a whisper as he said this, "Let's see if you still taste so sweet."

Finally, finally, his tongue placed a curious lick against the whole outer area of your core, tongue pressing flat against it in a long, slick swipe. Your body rocked at the sensation, it was just too good, indescribable; and you needed so much more of it. Your fingers instantly tangled in his hair as his tongue continued swiping, as if he was learning every inch of your body all over again, but you both knew better. Law knew every inch of your body already.

His tongue made way between your folds, experimentally creeping inside your core, exploring the depths of your caverns. You accidentally forced his face deeper into you out of instinct, tongue fully sheathed inside you now and Law moaned in response. Law definitely preferred to dominate you, but he couldn't deny how he equally loved the way you took control of his face while he ate you out. The way you were so desperate for his lips and tongue always sent him reeling.

"Fuck, Law!" You yelped in pleasure as his tongue prodded in and out of you with haste, and he only went faster so he could hear more of your whining of his name. Your legs were trembling on his shoulders now, body shaking from the pleasure he was giving you from his tongue work. He pulled out of you and instantly swiped up to your swollen clit, taking it between his lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he played with your sensitive button, circling and sucking on it as if a snack. Your back arched as he plunged his digit deep within you, never ceasing his affection on your clit.

The sloshing sound of your juices should've embarrassed you, but nothing coherent could breach your thoughts as you were only focused on the absolute satisfaction Law was providing you; eating you out and fingering you to his heart's content. Your mewls filled his ears, way better than any party music in his opinion, and he only hastened himself to bring you right to the edge. You've been craving release and he was bound and determined to give it to you.

With swiftness he added another finger into you, tongue still working at your clit, pounding relentlessly into your soaked core. Your walls were beginning to tighten around him and he knew you were close, so he took this opportunity to shove yet another finger inside you, having your body thrashing underneath him.

"Law, oh my- fuck! Yes, yes, yes, keep going, please."

You didn't have to tell him twice. He smirked a little while he continued his work on your core, fingers curling inside you with each pump. Your body was completely flushed, sweat trailing down your neck as your body prepared you for what was to come. Your toes curled and uncurled at a rapid rate, the tightness in your legs trailing up and up as you felt the knot in your abdomen threatening to break. Law took one last swipe of your clit, fingers continuing their rough speed as he looked up at you, "Cum for me, (Name)-ya. Let it all go."

You couldn't hold back as his words seemed to unfurl the knot in your body, a wail of pleasure escaping you. Your juices spilled forth while your body rocked as you rode out your orgasm. Tingles littered your being as you became weightless for a second, escaping off into ecstasy as you came down from your high. Law moaned in delight, lapping up every bit of your cum from your core, leaving his fingers soaked for you to taste. He rose to his feet while you laid there exhausted, limp, but he was nowhere near through with you.

Your eyes were shut from bliss until you felt his slick fingers outline your lips. He smiled at your tired eyes and the way you lazily opened your mouth to suck his fingers clean, "Still delicious."

You giggled lightly in response, opening your eyes to look at your love, completely enamored with how satisfied he makes you feel, "I love you so much, Law."

His smile grew slightly bigger as he nodded, "I know, and I love you, (Name)-ya. But we're not done yet."

With that, you retreated backwards onto the bed while Law crawled over your body, pumping at his dick once again, though he was rock hard after seeing you come undone for him. His lips made way to yours again, this time passionate and slow. The lustful feelings subsiding for a moment as he came to realize just how much he truly missed you. Your touch, your smell, your smile, your laugh, everything about you; going four months without his favorite person was one of the most difficult things he's ever had to experience.

"I don't ever want to leave you again." He whispered in a hushed tone, forehead resting against yours.

You smiled up at him, pulling him closer by the neck, "Then don't."

His lips curled upwards as he plastered you with kisses once more, you were a moaning mess under him as his tip circled around your sensitive area. He was driving you mad yet again, but with his slow kissing, he showed no sign of entering you any time soon. You bit down on his lip and he shivered for a second, confused by your roughness. He pulled away to look at you, curious.

"Fuck me like you mean it, Trafalgar. Show me how much you missed me. I need you inside me."

His mouth peeled into a shit-eating grin at your words, completely satisfied and utterly surprised at your command, "When did you gain such a filthy mouth, (Name)-ya? Don't tell me you were offering this pussy, my pussy, to some brute while I was away?"

"This pussy is only for you, Law, and it needs you now. Please!" You begged and though Law wanted to deny you your satisfaction just a little while longer, he complied.

With a slow push, he eased himself inside you, the both of you moaning and hissing in bliss at finally becoming one after so long. Your walls were so deliciously tight around his cock, his eyes screwed shut tight as he focused on anything but cumming inside you right here and now. His cock filled you up unlike anything else and you took it with ease as your walls were still so slick from his affections earlier. Though it had been four months since you two were last connected like this, your pussy took him astonishingly well, as if you two were made for each other.

"Fuck, did you get tighter while I was away? You feel so fucking good." Law admitted through gritted teeth as he continued pushing deeper and deeper inside. You could only moan in pleasure and grip at the sheets until your knuckles turned white. You were so full, so content, it was as if Law was everywhere around you at one time, your world completely enraptured by his presence. Your back arched, causing your chests to collide, Law couldn't even revel in the feeling of your breasts against his bare chest as he was so focused on filling you up completely.

At last, his tip reached the end, his cock fully sheathed inside you. Your body shook with every twitch of Law's member, and after you fully adjusted to his length, you pulled him down towards you in a heated kiss, a reaffirming signal for him to move. Law remembered your words, your command for him to fuck you like he meant it, so he was bound to give you exactly what you wanted.

As he withdrew from you, your body winced and whined at the loss of contact, but your moans were soon filling his open, eager mouth as he pounded back into you with a force you were unfamiliar with. It was quick and powerful, a bit different from his usually slow, painfully teasing pace. It typically took Law a bit of a warm up before he was roughly bucking into you, but amidst the unbearable sexual frustration and the loving desire he had for you, Law could no longer control himself. That's how he found himself drilling you into the mattress within seconds, your nails digging crescent marks into the skin of his shoulders at his surprisingly rough and desperate thrusting.

"Mmmm...fuck, yes, fuck me just like that, Law!" You pleaded, not even slightly embarrassed by your new found courage of dirty talk. You could care less what spilled from your mouth as your body bounced into the mattress at his relentless pace. It still wasn't very fast, but his thrusts were rocking you each time, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body every time his hips snapped into yours with eagerness.

He only groaned pleasurably in response, finding it a bit difficult to respond coherently as your tight cunt gripped his dick so well each time he entered you. His thrusts only became rougher, your screams of pleasure only edging him on to pound into you harsher. He wanted you to feel every bit of his love for you, trying desperately to make up for lost time.

Suddenly, he gripped your calves to throw them over his shoulders, now hitting you at an angle that had you trembling in rapture. Your legs squeezed around him so beautifully as he raked his nails against them, hitting that special spot of yours he knew all too well. Loving kisses and bites were littered against your delicate skin, bringing you closer and closer to an edge only he could ever bring you to.

Your hands flung to his chest, fingers searching desperately for something to hold onto, but you made do with clawing at the tattoo on his torso. His pace quickened while his thrusts remained brutal, surely leaving you bruised in consequence. He couldn't stop himself from digging into your thighs as your walls only grew tighter around him, signalling your imminent release.

"L-law, I'm...close...just right there." You stated between heavy breathing, the knot returning yet again in your abdomen.

His hands found yours among your sweaty, tangled bodies, and he linked his fingers with yours, "Me too." he muttered with a strangled moan, bringing your interlocked hands up to his lips in order to place a loving kiss against the top of your hand.

The collision of hips, the sloshing of your wet pussy, and your sweet wails of his name were bringing him right to that same edge. He tried desperately to suppress the need for release just a little while longer, but the moment your walls clamped around him and you came all over his cock, he knew he was destined to follow soon after. Your legs laid heavy on his shoulders as your body spasmed, sensitive against his ever-thrusting cock. You laid still, coming down from your high as he continued his powerful fucking, chasing after his own high.

Law looked down to see his cum soaked cock easing in and out of you, and after a couple more thrusts he held your hips in place in order to release every bit of himself deep inside of you. Your body jolted at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up, you couldn't help but moan his name sweetly one last time, putting a tired, but content smile on Law's face.

You offered him a lazy smile in return, placing your hand against his cheek in an admiring manner. He eased into your touch, completely enamored with your post-sex face, all disheveled and flustered; absolutely stunning in his eyes.

"Should we go back to the party?" You whispered, definitely noticing the slight twitches of his cock, which was still buried inside you.

Law pretended to look away in thought, but amongst the sultry look in his eyes, you knew exactly what he was thinking, "Our party is far better. I think it’s time for the after party." Before you could ever respond, Law sealed his lips against yours, eager hands roaming along the curves of your body once again.

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💜💜PG MM ANON💜💜 Interpretation Collection- 5

Anon said:

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Anon said:

💗🌲🌞😺 hi Skippy this is for PG and JG🏡🌲🥰🥰🧚‍♀️👑👑🐱🐰🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🐥🌺🌹🌼🌸💐🐿

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36.

💜💜nothing went through but MM ANON’s riddle🥃💜

MM ANON … smokescreen’ it’s a bloody forest fire …… feed the mushrooms ……… interview ‘off the record … financial litigation …… not your average SNAP-shot?…… “ hiding in full sight”……… a complicated appearance ……🎼it’s a little bit funny🎼………Balmoral revisited part two……” dark or white meat”…… 👁🤝☎️🏰🔐…… a sordid publication!!!!…… but’but,look on the bright side.

Smokescreen’,it’s a bloody forest fire…

‘Fake photos’ of PH, mm amw, the child in huge, doesn’t move, dressed in clothing as if it’s January. The two alleged Sussexes, wore hats/caps, heads down, no way to ascertain for sure the identities. Flying via private jet, EJ pipes in that he footed the carbon footprint 🤨🧐mmmmm’kay 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥. All look here look here, don’t pay any kind to PA and the forest fire raging, lies, obfuscations, major monarchy shaking issues happening, but watch the private jet issues. Puh -leeze? This is just a major amount of ordinance thrown into the fire and explosions rumbling worldwide. I have said this three times, but it bears repeating, watch the stock market, JE played in a league beyond what any of us could imagine, the real $$$$£££££€€€ of the world. Have your portfolios in order.

Feed the mushrooms….

Mushrooms grow best in dark, dirty soil, fertilized ie manure conditions l so there is more filth coming, and it will continue …..this is not a one big news break and it’d done, no no no.These investigations have been ongoing for years…think back to LLM, 1955!!! The F.B.I. started in earnest gathering any and all intel on his behaviours!

Interview off the record

Is this PA and the BRF demand? As thus far it’s an American issue, he has not cooperated , this is madness, absolute insanity.

Financial litigation

Lawsuits being threatened or actually filed against PA/BRF for financial compensation to the underage victims he allegedly had sex with.

Not your average SNAP-shot

Who sent sex photos via the web? Or via mobile? Who has underage naked photos???

“Hiding in full sight”

PA? Galavanting around Europe on private jet unheeded and seemingly unbothered l except “appalled “ at JE behaviour. What we have in a man who has been untouchable, pardon that horrible pun. Untouchable when the palace denied any allegations years ago and he still living large , doing his thing , with a smug smile on his face ten days or so ago, when he attended Craithie Chapel with HMTQ. Makes me so angry!

A complicated appearance

HMTQ will have a few outings chapel, facing the public. I still feel haunted by those two photos of her last Sunday in the car in the rain going to Chapel.😢.

🎼 its a little bit funny 🎼

Your song by EJ. LOVE that song but he pipes in regarding the private jet/paying carbon emissions BS. Why is he piping in now?? The whole world is going crazy, even ED from L.A. Is piping in her opinion.

Balmoral revisited, volume two

Oh MM ANON, giving me fond memories of Brideshead Revidited😊. PA taking another trip to see HMTQ? I soooo badly want to say mummy, but l cannot.

“dark or white meat”

OMG! I think l know what this means but l cannot type what l think. Victims of human trafficking and sex rings and those whose utilize them, those individuals have certain things they favour in a victim. I just cannot say more!

👁 🤝 ☎️ 🏰 🔐

Things have been seen, intel, maybe even satellite data as MM ANON had a mentioned a satellite dish in a very recent riddle. Calls have been made and received. When l see a red phone, l think of a secured phone, with technology to prevent any possible ‘listening in ‘. The palace ie The Firm LG and HMTQ have sealed the deal, l see this regarding mm. PA is a whole other kettle of 🐠. Sorry MM ANON, I just HAD to use an emoji, in your emoji clue😊.

A sordid publication!!!!!

Ok folks, get comfortable, get popcorn 🍿 and 🥃 and watch the show. Photos, videos, the whole lot is going to be published. I hope PM flying es back from Nice not in coach but private jet because HE WILL be one of the tellers of this! I CAMNOT WAIT!!!

but, but look on the bright side..

Reassurance that hey we finally getting mm dealt with, distract from the looming tsunami with PA.

Thank you so much PG…looks great!😊💜💜💜💜

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Aug 20th, 2019

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37.

💜💜PG INTERPRETATION 💜💜

Thank you MM ANON💜🙏🏻😊👋

Sorry it’s so late l have had a houseful of family today. This one took me longer, my hands are so numb today. So, please forgive any spelling or grammar errors GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

MM Anon

MM ANON … buy one,get one free …… baffle them with itinerary …… Lack of FIB-RE…… Bury this one Charles …… “And by opposing end them”……… The devil is in the (denial) detail……Sierra’Charlie’Alpha’Mike……… 👎🦷🤫🏁🗯🔓……… something borrowed,something BLUE…… “throw another million on fire, darling”…… “when the wind BLOWS”………… Sorry’ I don’t see a reservation!!

Buy one get one free

This lovely PR, the faux-manitarian behaving like a teen shopping for her grad dress! This whole Smart Works is such a $$$€€€€££££ grab.

I seriously cannot believe respectable companies are involved, but than again M&S are on their last leg and pinning hopes on this working. As far as presenting herself professionally, one would not ever show up for a job, a DECENT job dressed thus and acting like that and have any hopes of attaining the position. At least not in my world or any professional l know.

But l digressed sorry just had to add that.

Baffle them with itinerary

This is hilarious because nobody here was baffled. People were clever enough to search out the planes call signs . We are not teenage ‘squad’ members. The fun addition of commentary from EJ, ED and P**K, l refuse to spell her name!

Lack of FIB-RE

FIB in the UK is the Fraud Intelligence bureau. Well our girls loves to merch, and there have been a lot of financial questions. Is this agency investigating?? I find this interesting. I also this, as a healthy body needs fibre to cleanse the body of waste and helps ease its removal, very likely that the work this agency and other are assisting is removing waste from the Royal system. Just a thought.

Bury this one Charles

Buried secrets. Things PC has kept secret, and they need to stay buried. I strongly alluded to one the other riddle regarding LLM, but is PC compelled to keep schtum about PA.

“ and by opposing end them”

MM ANON SHAKESPEARE…Hamlet….to be or not to be, that is the question, whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. Hamlet soliloquy, on suicide or action, what to do…..one of many soliloquy’s we had to memorize in school. Mans action or inactions. JE chose suicide, others like PH , PA have not. There are two ways to deal, this is a quagmire.

The devil is in the denial(detail)

The saying is the devil is in the details, meaning if you forget the small things, the entire project, plan etc, may collapse I see this as the strong denial put foreword years ago regarding the allegations against PA, it’s the cover-up of the sin.

Sierra ‘Charlie’Alpha’Mike

Acronym obviously SCAM, however deeper Charlie?Charles Alpha?the Alpha son who would be King. Was he aware of the PA behaviour, allegations denied years ago? If he was a party to the cover-up that will be a knell to his being King. This was referenced in recent riddle regarding regency.

👎🦷🤫🏁🗯🔓

Offer not accepted, someone is gritting their teeth over this but must keep this quiet. The race is over, shouting of excitement or anger depending which one is party of and the locks are open, for now. So for now PA remains free, at some point, unless things go completely pear shaped and The Firm hides him, he will be compelled to answer questions.

Something borrowed, something BLUE…

Old wedding saying, you all know it… Smart Works regency to the program of providing clothes for women seeking employment our faux-manitarian is playing at. BLUE please PLEASE FINALLY! Let the video, filthy photos of yachting days and all the garbage be made public. PLEASE!🙏🏻

Throw another million on the fire darling

More more and STILL MORE PR! SICKENING!

When the winds BLOWS….

The cradle will fall….little rubber doll will fall but whoa miracle child unhurt! Please let this ongoing lie be made know please! BLOWS, well, we know whose the expert!

Sorry, l don’t see a reservation!

She is done! Backs turned…….over! PLEASE!

Wonderful job! Thank you so much PG! So happy you had a great family filled day!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aug 21st, 2019

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38.

💜💜PG INTERPRETATION 💜 💜

💜💜Hi everybody, l am so sorry l couldn’t do the riddle yesterday 😞. I have been working on today’s. I don’t know how good it is, l have been so poorly glad my sister is here. I have read heard any news except what was said about our little George💜💜

Thank you so much MM ANON

MM ANON … Highs and LOWS……… FAMILY concerns …LOOSE cannon…… Morgan/sorry Megan “ a suitable case for treatment”. …… “this is not a rehearsal!!”…… Carra-BEING…… detected, rejected, Sub-jected…… 🏌️‍♂️👁🤫👯‍♀️🌪…… at last we can relax ‘ for a few weeks …… another holiday ( fetch the jet)…… THICK SKIN-ned …EX-COMMUNE-negated.

Thank you MM ANON

Highs and LOWS

Her behaviour has been repeatedly witnessed high, low, bizarre, etc

FAMILY concerns

The entire BRF is FAMILY , mm is not. There are numerous serious issues at play here, PA, PH, what’s to be done, what truths are to be told and what’s best just left as it is. GOT “nothing buried stays buried “ The entire family now is at Balmoral, l am not 100% certain where PH is.

LOOSE cannon…

Several layers of secrets as the are exposed the public’s reaction will be very unpredictable, many are onto her fake ness and are already now aware of PA friendships with various nefarious individuals. I say several loose cannons.

Morgan/sorry Megan “a suitable case for treatment.

Notice Megan is spelled without the H that mm uses. Morgan a suitable case for treatment is a 1966 film.

DescriptionVolatile artist returns to London after having been institutionalized, hoping to reconcile with his wife. When he learns she is leaving him for art dealer he is determined to win her back. While stalking her, he becomes obsessed with Marxism and gorillas. In his new monkey costume, the artist begins a campaign of harassment against her and her lover.

Hmmm stalking, obsession, years of pre-planning, substance use/abuse. Sounding like institutional treatment for long time, versus prison at this time.

This is not a rehearsal

Reminds me a few days ago there was question regarding London bridge falling down code, rumours rampant someone had passed. So what we are going to see now is the real deal, no more f***ing kabuki. Sorry language, you have no idea how FURIOUS l am at that tv lady, l can’t use the word journalist.

Carry-BEING

As the Duke of Windsor was exiled to the Bahamas, PA may well be given such a post. Or PH to Africa, or both!

Detected, rejected, subjected

We have had this before. Substance detected, application for citizenship rejected, she will be subjected to face her legal consequences , will be subjected to medical care, treatment, rehab, than legal issues. ? In UK or US?

🏌️ 👁🤫👯 🌪

Golfing relaxing, someone saw something that was to be very confidential. Man involved with women, in any public knowledge of this is coming and it will be a massive tornado of news and public reactions.

At least we can relax for a few weeks

With mm dealt with finally, they can spend time at Balmoral together and relax. There will be one huge firestorm when the fake wedding, fake pregnancy etc etc etc and the millions of £££££££ spent.

Another holiday ( fetch the jets)

PH going likely to Africa, not holiday but public may see it as holiday. Or keener still, LG releases that MM ha jetted off and she is really in custody. THAT would be brilliant!

THICK SKIN-ned

The royals, Brits is general have tough stuff, despite the firestorm that is going to be unleashed, they will all carry on with their duties. LOVE THEM SO💜GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

EX-COMMUNE-gated

Someone ex behind gates oh we are all praying it’s mm, and she will be ex, if the wedding was legal even.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

I have a lot of blog to read but this was my priority. I will be here when l am able. Love and prayers for you all.💜🐼🙏🏻🐼😊🐼👋🐼💜💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you so much PG! Prayers for you!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Thank you MM ANON 🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON … August Bank Jolly-stay……”were gonna need a bigger statement”…… “the boys a f#@ing embarrassment” …… “ it all went tits up when he met that bloody woman”…”calm down Philip” ……… I’d stay put if I were you ……on the Fly-bee……… smelling of (slightly wilted) roses…… “and that day may never come”… blame Fredo …… her “Diana” moment …… 👎🏉🎟.

August Bank Jolly-stay…

Play on words of the August Bank Holiday/long weekend term used in 🇨🇦

ABJ all capitalized, meaning?? PA et al are vacationing in Spain, or last l heard. Seems golfing is fun, doesn’t outwardly seem bothered, blows my mind. Jolly, when l was in Scotland was the coolest restaurant in Dundee, but l don’t think it is that. Some having a jolly stay , certainly the Royal family has circled the wagons at Balmoral. Please, PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE , PULL THE PLUG ON HER ALREADY!!

We’re gonna need a bigger statement”

PA released a letter today decrying JE behaviours but absolute denial of any awareness of illegal sexual conduct. Continues Spanish vacay and not going to U.S. to be interviewed. They NEED cooperative from him, not just a flighty statement signed Andrew!

The boys a f#@ing embarrassment..

This is definitely PP talking about PA, dragging such filth into the monarchy. Fed up with this ongoing issue for years now.

It all went tits up when he met that woman…calm down Philip

Two possibles PA and GM or PH and MM, both are horrific but l think he’s referring to mm and the embedding into the Firm. I hear HMTQ tellingly him to calm himself. So awful at their age, after a lifetime of service, they are having to deal with this!

I’d stay put if l were you

PA stay in Spain, golf away, enjoy your family vacation. Oh how l feel for Beatrice and Eugenie. Fergie is in things £££€€£££

On the Fly-bee

The Cambridge’s et al flew to Aberdeen on Flybe £78 each, now it has come out, the airplane was directed to fly to Norwich empty to pick them up. What started as a good carbon footprint has gone pear shape, to no fault of theirs.

Smelling of (slightly wilted )roses

Is this the nonsense PR about mm , PH and MM going to Princess Diana’s grave? Oh how foul a beast that breathes the breath to use that as PR. A fell wind doth blow!!

“And that day may never come”

The facing of American justice by PA, if anything they hope for financial settlement. At this point SDNY is too far in, he needs to cooperate SOON,

Blame Fredo

Godfather reference. Fredo was the useless brother who sold out the family and paid with his life. This scenario, who is the brother that sold out the family???PA, Although he will not lose his life, he’s betrayed everything his mother holds dear!

Her “Diana” moment

Again this is the vile PR putrid words that she, MM and PH will make a visit to Diana’s grave around the anniversary date of her death, next week. This enrages me almost equally as that “tv lady” making fun of PG. (Prince George, not me ie PG🤣)

👎 🏉 🎟

Only PH at the rugby, no mm! But he is not himself at all!Oh how l,wish l knew more!!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

💜💜🙏🏻God bless you MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you PG…..😊💜💜💜💜💜❤️

Aug 24th, 2019

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💜💜PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON💜💜

MM ANON … airmiles the Sunday roast!!…expect a Murky PR blitz…public poll’ most hated …… “ just f@# them off to the colonies”…a heavy toll…… (A HEALTH CONCERN)… “rest is recommended”……contemplating a Ruling change …… This much loved family …2025?👑👑……A brave new word…… A Monarchy Renaissance … OUR COMMON-WEALTH. …… A holistic answer

air miles the Sunday roast!!

Sunday roast may be Sunday dinner as a family. This is a different roast , as in mocking something or someone, remember the old roasts on US network tv, the ones on now are so vulgar they are unwatchable! I believe this this is family discussion, conversation regarding all the jet-setting, were they real or LG PR?? The fall-out with the public has been enormous after The woke ‘preaching’ over eco-living/carbon 👣.

expect a Murky PR blitz!!

She who shall not be named is continuing and will worsen her agile, loathsome PR, it’s sheer evil!!

Public poll, most hated!!

Mm will be listed as the absolute most hated ‘royal’ likely ever, but truly she is NOT ‘royal’.

“Just f@# them off to the colonies”

This is PP 100% his solution send mm and her issue, back to America, just be done with it already.

A heavy toll, A HEALTH CONCERN

This is taking a heavy toll on the entire family, the reputation etc of the entire BRF. Decades of dedication and service washed away by this person and behaviour. I have been and vocally before stated my concern for the health effects of this on HMTQ, PP, and PH. I am triply concerned and out Harry now, after the suicide of his friend in early August. PTSD and it’s high rate of suicide, he is high risk, add to that the role he has been compelled to play for two years now. I keep him close in prayers 🙏🏻. Please everyone do🙏🏻.

“Rest is recommended”

I think for HMTQ , PP and escape PH. oh how l am concerned!

Contemplating a Ruling change, this much beloved family, 2025 👑 👑,

Again l wonder, if Regency is on the table, for discussion, and coronation deferred until 2025 for PC and C, he would rule as Regent in HMTQ stead. I highly doubt they would jump over to PW and DC.

A brave new word

Regent! New paradigm of how the BRF is viewed, titles and their role.

A monarchy renaissance.

Renaissance ,a revival of or renewed interest in something. Regency, and dealing with the horrid fall-out of mm, would be the public’s view of our Royals that we love so much!💜🙏🏻💜. Requiring a whole new paradigm for all our Royals and function.

OUR COMMON-WEALTH

we, are the Commonwealth, the UK and all the Common Wealth, we love so dearly, we are part of BRF, their role in our daily lives, they visit, on our money, at any political decisions, the Governor General is HMTQ official representative. Also the actual $$$££££££€€€€ the family shares, property jewels owned by HMTQ. It’s all at play, how much will be paid in recompense if any regarding PA , if any legal civil penalties are levied.

A holistic answer

Helping PH cope with all he is, PTSD likely, the fallout of one bad decision regarding mm, and all the fallout of that, the suicide of his friend, the public changing their feelings for him. WE STILL LOVE YOU HARRY💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

PLEASE GOD, LET THEM ALL BE WELL AND RECOVER FROM THIS. PLEASE PLEASE REMOVE SHE, WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

THANK YOU MM ANON💜💜🙏🏻💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you so much PG…yes prayers!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜😊💜

Aug 25th, 2019

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON ……🎼 O’ honey honey 🎼…… a Northern anticipation?……A cleaner Subpoena … desperation, exasperation , instigation ……… “Spend, spend, spend”…… “The Wicked Lady”…… “The naming of parts” …… This poignant reflection …… a Flushing visit.…… Harry Pottering………much MORE Wien-ing …… 🙀👤👂🌧⚡️……🎼you ain’t seen Nnnnnothing yet 🎼

🎼 O’ honey honey

Old song by the group The Archies. Typical pop song cheesy love lyrics. Well we sort of know who Archie is, but nothing for certain, age, father, where he is etc. I also wonder the use of candy is reference to substances?

A Northern anticipation?

Is mm going to Balmoral? Will there be an intervention type confrontation? Will there be some sort of law/taking into custody or hospitalization/rehab destination first?

A cleaner Subpoena

I hear the word cleaner and in any criminal event, my thoughts go to what has been referenced before, those silent,,quiet grey men/women in suits who clean up after the messes of the wealthy or politically important people. In this case however, l suspect the Subpeona capitalized may mean PA interview with the F.B.I. with very clear line of questions that may be asked has been sorted and agreed to by his legal representation but then it would not be a subpoena if he willingly answered questions. Subpoena, for interviews when someone is not voluntarily wanting to testify or give an interview, in this case it’s very likely a female we know. The word cleaner mystifies me, other than there are so many issues allegedly involved, the subpoena may be restricted at this point to the issue, my usage of the word issue here means quite literally her issue, meaning the child that may have her DNA, via surrogate. The subpoena then involving the subterfuge of the child and fake pregnancy, violation of the “ of the body” law.

desperation, exasperation, instigation

She is desperate, PR shows that, anything and everything horrid is being put out, worst being Involving Harry’s mother. Everyone is beyond exasperated with her, plain sick and tired a year ago. People would just like her to leave the country and go live quietly elsewhere, yeah like that’s going to happen. Instigation is the action or process of instigating an action or event. Well she has been instigating a long time repeatedly, but what will be the final time? The brutal use of Princess Diana the final straw.

Spend, spend, spend

PR up the wazoo $$$$££££££€€€€€ . PR is getting crazier, inhumane, interesting consistent SPLASH, etc same paps used by the players…..seems unending and the depths gone to, l almost can smell the sulpher from the evilness..

“The Wicked Lady”

1945 film, plot is In 17th-century England, a woman lives a privileged yet humdrum life as the wife of well-heeled land-owner. To stave off boredom, she begins impersonating a famed highway robber stealing precious jewels and valuables from coach passengers. A chance encounter with the actual thief propels her into a dangerous double life with potentially lethal consequences. Hmmmm double life, lies, stealing, treachery, danger reminding you of anyone???

“The Naming of parts”

Naming is capitalized, is this to do with Archie, part of his name is Mountbatten Windsor. These parts of his name are stolen as he is not of royal blood, most certainly does not fit the “ if the body” requirements of the laws regarding royal succession. Lies more lies.

This poignant reflection

As the time approaches, or rather the anniversary date of Princess Diana’s death approaches, the boys, the entire family undoubtedly reflect on the what if’s? Especially now, with a new baby Prince Louis, and all the horror of mm, how things might/would be so different were she still there. So precious how PW spoke about telling his children about their other grandmother!💜

A Flushing visit

Might mm visit the tennis? Might she break her toilet and have trouble flushing?😄😂😂🤣sorry l had to interject some humour, this is taking me forever, my blasted hands😖.

Harry Pottering

The first thing comes to my mind is MISCHIEF MANAGED!! Has she and her ‘mischief’ been finally dealt with/managed and is she out to a place where doors may be locked? Prison or institution? Either way, she is managed!

No More Wiening

No more whining from her in the media/PR etc. Wien and Vienna are different names for the same city. Wien is the German word, Vienna is English word. JE had an Austrian passport. Hence no more new behaviour from him, and likely NO MORE MONEY TO SUPPORT THE PLOT/mm alleged funding.

🙀👤👂🌧⚡️…

Silent, hidden observers hear and see something shocking, that will cause a major storm , hypothetical thunder and torrents of hill now secret information, like torrents of rain. I don’t know how the kitty cat is involved unless one wants to use a vulgar word.

🎼youain’t seen nnnnnnothing yet🎼

I know these guys BTO……there is so much filth, information yet to come …beyond our wildest imagination l think.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

💜💜🙏🏻Thank you MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you so much dear PG! MM Anon can you give some feedback for PG, she struggles and yet it’s more important to her to help us out…..God Bless you PG!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Aug 27th, 2019

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💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … THE ENIGMA THAT IS HARRY… that painful public display Of wedded bliss-ters will forever be etched in the National psyche as a comedy of errors the likes of which we will never recover from, the consummate Kabuki. On the left a collective of Hollywood riff-raff, on the right the monarchy in all its 1200 years glory. Dear sweet Jesus ‘ the humiliation. Only one person can end this interminable farce. And sooner than later. Courage is now a necessity.

MM ANON … “ it was the epoch of incredulity”… “she doth protest… Rumbold on retainer …… the ribbons of retribution …… micro evidence in camera …… in contempt of a pardon ……” softly softly……”…… an agreeable conclusion …… “return to this green and pleasant”…” long and winding mode”……in blogs good time.

“It was the epoch of incredulity”

Quote from famous Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, During the French Revolution Paris and France wanted republic, the guillotiine was the means to employ beheadings of royals. In London, during the Victorian time the long ruling Victoria, much beloved by many. The monarchy remained strong.

Are we to believe the entire British monarchy is at risk of republic? People are very angry, across the Commonwealth. When it’s all publicly released as fake, a lie, fake pregnancy, fake 30£ million wedding and on and on, there will be fury like never before. Again not so much the liE, BUT THE COVER UP OF THE LIE! The entire truth must be told now!

She doth protest

Well she doth protest too much which in itself can be inferred as overcompensation for lying.

Rumbold on retainer

Are you being served? Hugely popular vintage British comedy show about the staff at a store. Cuthbert Rumbold managed the lot of characters in employ of the store. So him being on retainer, do we need an excellent manager to deal with the motley crew which is mm et al, of course. The connection to JE via GM via her father below is just interesting!

Grace & Favour, which was known by the title Are You Being Served? Again! in the United States and Canada, is a Britishsitcom sequel to the long-running series Are You Being Served?

The idea of a spinoff was originally suggested by the cast of Are You Being Served? almost immediately after the original series ended in 1985. But though creators-writers liked the idea, they agreed that the department store format was exhausted and that any spinoff would require a change of location. The plotline that brought the cast from the store to the manor was considered remarkably topical, since it aired just a few months after the death of British publishing tycoon Robert Maxwell, who was revealed to have borrowed heavily against his own employees’s pensions.

The ribbons of retribution

Retribution is punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act. When crimes are international, or war crimes etc the court is the International court at The Hague, Netherlands. It is a blue ribbon panel, meaning a variety of legal experts very highly regarded. Think blue ribbon as the prize flowers at the flower show but on a massive scale.

The International Court of Justice (ICJ) sometimes called the World Court, is the principal judicial organ of the United Nations (UN). The ICJ’s primary functions are to settle international legal disputes submitted by states (contentious cases) and give advisory opinions on legal issues referred to it by the UN (advisory proceedings). Through its opinions and rulings, it serves as a source of international law

I would encourage you all to educate yourself regarding this body.

Ribbons of retribution is also found in X box Gears of War 3, ribbons/medal of honour, service, etc are worn proudly!! PRINCE HARRY SHOULD RECEIVE THE HIGHEST OF HONOUR FOR HIS OVERT COVERT ROLE OVER THE LAST TWO YEARS. YES I MEANT OVERT COVERT!

Micro evidence in camera

In camera, legally or in board meetings etc , in camera comments are those not recorded by the note taker, it’s for the group knowledge or discussion only. Having served in numerous of such capacities l know only too well how difficult those situations can be when people want all the data. Here we have micro, could be DNA. DNA /parentage of baby Archie to remain confidential.

The other obvious could be spy like micro film in a camera but l highly doubt that, just mentioned it as an obvious but MM ANON is never obvious.

In contempt of a pardon

Contempt is disrespect in any form or disrupting court proceedings or non compliance the judge can declare contempt of court. Contempt of a pardon is odd wording. If mm were pardoned , had she been charged, convicted and sentenced, CONTEMPT would be the least of the adjectives. So if PA , neither has been charged of anything to my knowledge, continued to refuse interview by the F.B.I. A subpoena could be issued. The wording of this confuses me. Basically if someone gets pardoned there will be contempt.

“softly, softly “

Softly, softly, catchee monkey”, this old Engllish proverb means that if do not rush or if you avoid being too hasty, then eventually you will achieve your goal - in other words, be patient. How many times has Skippy said, be patient there is a lot we don’t know, and a lot of working going on in the background, globally! Have your ducks in a row is similar!

Softly, Softly was a British television drama series, produced by the BBC and screened on BBC 1 from January 1966. It was created as a spin-off from the series Z-Cars, which ended its fifth series run in December 1965. The series took its name from the proverb “Softly, softly, catchee monkey”, the motto of Lancashire Constabulary Training School.

an agreeable conclusion

They have reached a decision of when and how to end this. We must watch and wait. They have all agreed.The fallout will be horrendous.

Return to this green and pleasant

Once again be settled, able to enjoy a Balmoral as well as the beauty that is family love, PH, PW DOC all publicly able to be themselves once again. England has numerous times been referred to the green and pleasant land in books etc.

Long and winding mode

Song by the Beatles we all know long and winding road. This l believe to be the way or mode in which the information will be shared and the way it will be dealt with. I also think it refers to our Harry and his emotional recovery and the modalities/modes which may have been and might be employed to help him.

In blogs good time

Things will happen In God’s good time. Dare this Skippy be a reference to you and your blog, which has for over 21/2 years been at uncovering the liar….perhaps refers to all the people who via social media blogs have kept the faith GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much PG! You are amazing!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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