#I feel lighter than I have in so much time

[sunrizef1]

Please Please Please

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: this isn't what the poll was for dw lmao | also I've been caught out by lando once again 😭 he's just the best fit for this song

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📍Buenos Aires, Argentina

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yourusername Had a great time opening for #TSTheErasTour in Buenos Aires! Muchas gracias, Argentina! 🇦🇷

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user1 so so so pretty 😭

user2 I was there 🥰

user3 loml

user4 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user5 just looked in the mirror and sighed

user6 my favorite outfit from this leg of the tour

taylorswift 💕

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user7 I FEEL SO MUCH LIGHTER LIKE A FEATHER WITH YOU OFF MY MIND

user8 that second picture is so adorable I’m screaming 😭😭😭

user9 IM TALKING NONSENSE

user10 new album when???

user11 Lando Norris in the likes??? 😭

user12 wait who is that

user13 an f1 driver 😭

user12 what’s he doing here

user13 idk 😭

user14 Y/N RUN QUICK LANDOS HERE

user15 we can’t let him get her 😭

user16 she’s so pretty I’m in love with her 🫶

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🤩🤩🤩🤩

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🤭🤭🤭🤭

landonorris

I saw you open for Taylor

in Brazil

your were wonderful

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I’m flattered 🥰

landonorris

I’d be even more flattered if I could take you on a date

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You usually this confident?

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No, I’m actually not

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Well

I’d love to go on a date with you Mr Norris

landonorris

😅 thank god that worked

You ever around Monaco?

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Not usually

But I could be 😚

I’m off next week <3

landonorris

Perfect

See you then

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yourusername that’s that me espresso ☕️🩵

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user17 rip sharpay evans you would’ve loved espresso by y/n l/n

user18 it’s actually so good omg

user19 best song ever made fr

user20 love love love

user21 truly that girl

user22 ON REPEAT

user23 I love her more than life

user24 IM WORKING LATE CUS IM A SINGERRRRRR

user25 face card never declines

jackantonoff rly good!

yourusername thanks jacky 🥰

user26 jack x y/n collab when???

user27 Landos back in the likes…

user28 free my girl from the shackles of a man

user29 oh my god is the song about him

user30 they haven’t been seen together in a while so I sure hope not 😭

user31 song of the year

user32 🩵🩵🩵

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user33 how to lose a guy in 10 days dress!!! 💛

user34 💛💛💛

user35 that polaroid looks suspiciously like lando

user36 that could legitimately be anyone

user37 of course but unfortunately she's been seen with him recently so…

user38 not lando…

user39 so pretty 🤩

user40 y'all rly hate lando? That mans been so supportive I legit can't not like him

user41 ikr! I'm a proud lando defender. No reason to hate him.

user42 I love them together idc

maxfewtrell happy birthday!

yourusername thanks max 🫶

user43 still not convinced that's lando

user44 girl.

user45 😍

user46 happy birthday girl!!!

user47 my favorite pop girlie

user48 IM WORKING LATEEEEE

user49 queen 👑

user50 I love lando 💛💛💛

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user51 hardest of hard launches

user52 I LOVE THEM TOGETHER I DONT CARE

user53 favourite couple 💛

user54 gorgeous gorgeous people

user55 LANDOOOOO

user56 lando wasn't even acting in that video that's just how down bad he is

user57 that first pic… 😍

user58 bring your bf to work day

user59 ...okay maybe I like him 🙄

user60 wait hes kinda hot 😭

user61 my royal couple

maxverstappen is lando gonna be an actor now???

yourusername its a good backup plan if the driving thing doesn't work out

landonorris I think I'll leave the acting to you

maxverstappen that's for the best mate

user62 lmao max

user63 they're so pretty 🥰🥰🥰

user64 so it couple core

user65 ATEEEE

landonorris yeah you do 💛

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Y'all r so cute

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I still don't trust you car boy

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the music video was so good!!!!

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@casperlikej @evie-119

[maraudersmyloves]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Pairing: James potter x reader

Warnings: old time cursing

Word count: couldn't really count it because of the news paper and letter but around 1k

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Disclaimer 2: There is important information inside of lady whistledowns paper and the letter, read it carefully

Sypnosis: Lord Potter is back from the country just in time for your introduction to the ton. What will happen when the two meet on the dance floor?

"New Beginnings". :☆｡ﾟ. ────

The soft rustle of sheet music being turned, followed by a gentle hum from Francesca's lips, draws your attention as you seek a reprieve from the overwhelming nerves coursing through you. Your entire being tingles, and you find yourself unable to cease the restless bouncing of your leg.

"The worst part is over," Francesca murmurs, prompting you to glance up at her. Thank heavens, for the silence had grown unbearably oppressive. You arch an eyebrow in inquiry, knowing well that she is not one for excessive speech. Ordinarily, you would accept her sparse words and form your own interpretations of their meaning, but the prospect of enduring another hour in silence threatens to drive you to madness. Your gown rests comfortably beneath your bust, and even the small, crown-like headpiece, far lighter than the feathered one you donned but two days past, elicits no complaint from you.

"We have presented ourselves to the Queen, which, naturally, entails presenting oneself to the ton," she elucidates. "Indeed," you murmur in agreement. She speaks truly, yet the daunting prospect looms: the coming year shall be filled with two balls or outings per week, coupled with promenading with potential suitors (should any materialize), leaving scant time for oneself. At the very least, Francesca's adept playing of the pianoforte captivates callers, ensuring her swift marriage. Alas, most men hold little fondness for well-read women, particularly those who engage in little else.

You have endeavored to embrace various pursuits, and while you do find solace in the creative expression sewing affords, the frustration mounts after but a few minutes of struggle, whereas books provide a true escape. You have long harbored a desire to engage in the gardening your father so cherished, yet the mere thought of touching dirt would likely bring untold shame upon your family, especially as an unmarried woman.

"I am simply fearful of..." You cannot bring yourself to complete the sentence and give voice to the dread of becoming a spinster, but judging by your sister’s expression, there is no need. She understands. You smile.

James steps into his residence, now bustling with servants arranging his belongings. He feels a chill, uncertain if it emanates from the brisk London air or from the house itself, which ceased to be a home long ago. Attempting to count the servants proves futile, their swift movements blurring into a cold shiver that travels up his spine. In the country, he had precisely two servants, Archie and Edith.

Archie, though sparing with words and often reminding James too much of someone he could not converse with (you, although he does not like to think anything makes him think of you.), did surprisingly, drew laughter from him on more than one occasion. Edith, on the other hand, was a ceaseless chatterbox, her conversations spanning birds, flowers, the sky, and the future. Over the years, he had the company of approximately three Misses, all amiable ladies, but between caring for his ailing mother and drafting letters to you that he never found the courage to send, his time was scarcely his own.

A maid approaches, presenting him with a letter. He skims it, feeling the contrast of the soft paper against his rough fingertips, and nods. A ball is to be hosted by some lady, showcasing the new debutantes as the ton engages in its usual gossip. He finds no need to attend.

He hands back the letter, but the maid hesitates to leave, nervously wringing the fabric of her dress. “Is there something else, Miss…?”

“Miss Schultz, Your Grace. No, I merely thought you might wish to know that Miss Bridgerton will be attending.”

James' heart skips a beat, and he must quell a surge of rage, replacing it with a veneer of calm to avoid snapping at Miss Schultz. “Francesca? How delightful. I shall send the Bridgertons my congratulations on her debut.” Noticing Miss Schultz's internal debate on whether to correct him, he decides to preempt her. He’s aware of your age and you mentioned your upcoming debut in the last rage-filled letter he received. He burned that letter. “I will retire to my study now. Thank you for informing me, Miss Schultz.”

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The prompt "sit still and let me take a look!" spoke to me 😌

hiiii frida this has been in my inbox for so long but I finally figured out how to write again so here you go <3 also sorry. I think. it got angsty oops [Read on AO3]

The problem is that Eddie tries to catch the glass. It slips, and he doesn’t want the shattering sound to wake Buck, so he tries to catch it, and—

“Fuck.”

It slips out louder than he means for it to be, the pain catching him by surprise. It slices through his hand and up his arm, reflexive tears springing to his eyes before he blinks them away. Blood blooms on his palm, just a thin line at first, but spreading rapidly, red running over his fingers, his wrist, dripping onto the floor. In the middle of it all, a jagged piece of glass sparkles in the morning light. Eddie curses again.

Sometimes he feels like he has been dealing with emergencies his whole life. He’s good at it—he has to be—but there’s always a moment of hesitation when it’s himself, a split second or a minute, mind and body frozen even though his survival instinct in any other situation is to fight.

This is hardly an emergency, but Eddie feels frozen anyway, his mind blank even though he’s already moving, reaching for the tap. Water gushes out, tepid for the first few seconds, then cold enough that he has to grit his teeth against the ache. The blood isn’t slowing, but it’s turning pink under the water, washed away before Eddie can think about how much of it there is. Cuts usually look worse than they are, he reminds himself.

“Eddie?” Socks shuffling on the linoleum, half asleep still. Then suddenly much more awake: “Shit, are you okay?”

“Yep. Pass me a tea towel?”

There are two hanging from the oven, but Buck goes for the drawer of clean tea towels instead. He passes over a red one—fire engine red, Eddie’s mind automatically supplies—and it could be a coincidence, or it could be because it won’t stain as easily as the lighter ones. Eddie wraps the material awkwardly around his bleeding hand, trying not to move too much so he doesn’t jar the glass and make the cut worse.

“Here,” Buck says, turning a chair around one-handed, “sit down, let me take a look at it.”

Guilt gnaws at Eddie’s stomach.

“I really don’t—”

“Eds.” Serious. Too serious for a broken glass, but just the right amount of serious for the years of history between them. “Please?”

Eddie sighs, and nods, and sits down. He holds out his hand and Buck takes it carefully, fingers gentle under the back of Eddie’s hand, like what he’s holding is something precious. It makes Eddie’s heart quiver in his chest. He has to bite his cheek hard so he doesn’t do something ridiculous like cry. Or kiss his best friend.

“It doesn’t look too deep, I think it’ll be okay if we pull the glass out,” Buck says, the furrow between his brows deep in concentration as he inspects Eddie’s hand from every angle. “Do you have tweezers?”

“First aid kit,” Eddie answers, gesturing towards the hallway with his good hand. It’s not like he needs to explain where the first aid kit is, Buck already knows. Hell, Buck helped him stock it.

“Don’t move,” Buck tells him, that same flash of seriousness in the look that comes with the words.

“Where am I gonna go?” Eddie asks rhetorically.

Buck rolls his eyes. “Just—hold that towel on your hand. I’ll be back in a second.”

Eddie re-wraps the towel carefully around the glass piece and keeps pressure on his hand, holding it up so it’s above his heart, more out of habit than because he thinks it’s necessary. Without Buck, it’s hard to focus on anything except the pain. It’s nothing compared to getting shot, or broken bones, or a dislocated shoulder, or the whole body ache from being at the bottom of a collapsed well, but pain is pain. Eddie stares at the photos on the fridge and tries to put it out of his mind. There’s Christopher’s latest school photo, a shot of Eddie and Chris in Texas last time they visited, another of Buck and Christopher at the zoo, one of the three of them grinning like maniacs at the go-karting place in the desert.

It means nothing and everything, Eddie thinks, that dozens more photos just like them fill the photo albums lined up neatly on the bookshelf in the living room. Mostly nothing. Mostly everything. Sometimes it feels like they were living their lives with a hole left just for Buck to fill before they even met him. Eddie isn’t sure he believes in things like soulmates, or fate, or divine providence, but if he did, he thinks it would be because of Buck. Because of the way they fit together, a neat little family of three.

Except for how they aren’t. Buck will go home to Tommy in a few hours, and Chris is willing to speak to Eddie on the phone these days but he still isn’t ready to come home, so it will just be Eddie in his lonely house, eating a lonely dinner at the empty kitchen table.

He presses a little too hard against his hand and the pain flares, the hard lump of emotion in his throat numbed for a moment by the sting. Eddie presses down again, breathing through the hurt until he feels like he is in control again. It’s harder and harder to keep hold of these days. His eyes feel permanently gritty with exhaustion, a long shift and a heavier heart weighing him down, but sleep as elusive as it has been for the last two months. This isn’t even the first glass he has broken in the last few weeks, just the first to draw blood.

Eddie doesn’t realise how much he has slumped in his chair until he hears the squeak of the hallway floor under returning footsteps and he straightens back up. The first aid kit clatters when Buck sets it on the table, his fingers already flicking up the latch to open it. It’s more cluttered than Eddie remembers it being, and he makes a half-formed mental note to reorganise it when he has a chance. House upkeep hasn’t been his biggest concern recently. Buck has to push aside band-aids and tape and rolls of bandages before he finds the tweezers at the bottom of the box. He tears open an alcohol wipe and sterilises them, then hesitates.

“Should we—?”

“Sink will be less messy,” Eddie agrees before the question is finished, squashing down the part of him that doesn’t really care if he bleeds all over his kitchen.

He stands up awkwardly, even though it isn’t something he really needs his hands for, and Buck’s hand hovers under his elbow for a second before dropping away. Eddie feels the not-quite-contact like a tingling up and down his arm. It tingles, too, when Buck holds his hand to keep it still, the movement of his thumb over Eddie’s fingers almost a caress before his grip settles. The tweezers hang over the cut and Eddie tenses, instinctively bracing for more pain.

“Careful,” he warns, and Buck glances up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Would you rather do this yourself?”

There’s no judgement in his voice. Well, not real judgement. It’s all teasing fondness, the same kind of tone he uses when he gives Chimney shit about his extravagant coffee orders, or gives Eddie shit about his cooking, still, even though he knows his way around the kitchen at least half as well as Bobby by now.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I trust you,” he says, just the right amount of serious for the years of history between them. “Go on, do your worst.”

Buck’s hand is steady around the tweezers. The shard comes out easily and he drops it in the sink. He rinses away the freshly welling blood under the tap, then tilts Eddie’s hand under the light to check for the glint of any smaller pieces of glass hiding in the cut. The look of concentration on his face makes Eddie think of burning buildings and tricky extractions from bad accidents. It’s a little overwhelming, having all that Firefighter Buckley energy directed at a comparatively measly cut.

It’s not that he isn’t used to it by now: Buck taking care of him. It might actually be that he’s too used to it. At some point, it stopped being something that surprised him and became something he’s comfortable with, something he expects, something he can ask for, and… It’s dangerous, the way Buck makes him feel safe and comfortable and cared for, because Eddie’s traitorous heart wants to hold onto that feeling forever.

“Looks like that was all the glass,” Buck says. “Can you wash the cut? I’ll grab the gauze to wrap it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, relieved to have some control handed back to him.

The antibacterial soap at the sink is gentle enough, so he presses down the pump and braces himself against the sting as it hits the cut. Reflexive tears spring to his eyes and he blinks them back as he cleans his hand thoroughly. He tears a piece of paper towel off the roll one-handed and pats the area dry, then lets Buck take his hand again to press a piece of gauze over the cut and carefully wind a bandage around on top. That familiar furrow of concentration stays between his brows until he tapes the bandage in place and steps back.

“Thanks,” Eddie says quietly.

Buck shrugs, like it’s not a big deal. Maybe it shouldn’t be.

“Do you want me to…?” he gestures towards the counter, the broken pieces of glass still lying there.

Eddie shakes his head. “I’ve got it.”

He half expects Buck to push, but he just nods and turns away to pack up the first aid kit instead. He starts organising it without Eddie saying anything and Eddie’s heart throbs, hit with a wave of love so strong it almost takes his legs out from under him. He forces his attention back to the broken glass before he can let that love carry him to his knees and beg Buck to stay forever. He’s pretty sure that would only make Buck worried. He’s also pretty sure it would be nice, letting go and drowning himself in all the gentle care that would come with that worry.

Eddie turns away from temptation instead. He sweeps up the pieces of glass carefully with the dustpan, then folds a catalogue from yesterday’s junk mail around them before dropping it all in the bin. The first aid kit closes with a snap and Buck squeezes past him to carry it out of the kitchen, his body heat there and gone before Eddie can let his heart take control again and lean into it.

There are a hundred reasons he can’t have Buck any more than he already does.

There are a hundred more for why he wants him, why it makes perfect sense. If Eddie was a little less damaged, he might have realised that early enough to do something about it.

Or maybe he would have just fucked it all up; he seems to be good at that.

Eddie flexes his hand, feeling the cut pull under the bandage. He closes his eyes for one second, two, and his hand is hanging back by his side by the time Buck comes back, yawning, and beelines for the coffee machine. He grabs out two mugs, holding one up in offering, and Eddie nods, feeling guilty all over again about waking Buck up.

“Thanks,” he says again. “Sorry I woke you up.”

He’s not even sure why Buck followed him home after shift, only that he did, and it made sense at the time—still makes sense, which doesn’t really make sense at all—and even though Eddie probably should have suggested he go home and nap before whatever date he has planned with Tommy, he just pulled out a spare pillow and blanket and nudged him towards the couch.

“It’s okay,” Buck says easily. “I’m glad I woke up.”

He smiles, gentle and a little lopsided, and it’s the kind of smile that makes Eddie wonder whether Buck has always smiled at him like that. He wonders if it means anything, or if he just wants it to.

It’s dangerous: wanting.

He steps back, reaching for the bloody tea towel, careful not to use his injured hand. “I’m going to—” He gestures vaguely towards the laundry. “Before it stains.”

“Oh,” Buck says. “Yeah. I can—”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’ve got it.”

It’s not running from a situation if the situation is entirely inside your own head, he tells himself. It’s just… doing laundry.

And it doesn’t mean anything when Buck’s hand lingers as he passes over a mug of coffee after Eddie drags his feet back to the kitchen. It never means anything, because if it does—

Well.

“Hey,” Buck says, leaning in close before Eddie can pull away again, his arm warm through the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. “We didn’t really get to have breakfast earlier, so I thought we could go out for pancakes? I saw a new place on Instagram that has, like, twenty different flavours.”

Eddie loves him. He shouldn’t, he can’t, but god, he loves his best friend so much it hurts. Why the hell has his heart been hiding that from him for years? He takes a quick sip of coffee and tries to swallow the lump in his throat back down with it.

“Yeah,” he says when he can trust himself to speak. “Sure, pancakes sound good.”

Buck knocks their shoulders gently together, but instead of pulling back he just—stays. He always stays. Eddie closes his eyes, inhaling the steam from his coffee, and carefully, deliberately, he does not think about anything except the bittersweet taste of coffee and creamer on his tongue, and the stinging heat of the mug against his hands.

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Three's A Crowd

additional tags: threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex, masturbation, full nelson, double penetration (oral/vaginal) very very mild somno, exhibitionism, wet dreams

Abysswalker x Fem!Reader x God of Tides || Smut || 3 542 words

The desert’s nights are always cold, Rafayel’s body thankfully warm enough to keep you from shivering. You’re glad that he sheds some of his outer layers before laying down with you, feeling the goosebumps along his skin settle only once he holds you. Your face is buried in his neck, Rafayel holding you tightly as he tells you more stories about the fallen nation of Lemuria.

“Your powers…they’re gone then?” you ask him after he recounts the last ascension ceremony for him, eyes flicking down to look at you.

“They’ve been in slumber for thousands of years at this point,” he replies, hand trailing up your back to press your face a little closer to his skin.

“Why? Do you want to see them?”

You deliberate a little, weighing the options in your head.

“I think I’d like to see how powerful you were at the height of Lemuria’s power. I don’t want you to have to live on the run for the rest of your life. I want us to have a life together. To be able to wake up at home without worrying any longer.”

Rafayel chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“My beloved. I already have all those things with you. But, if you want more, I won’t be the one to stop you. If I could give you the world, I would. All you need to do is ask for it.”

His voice is soft, low in his throat. You’re only able to hear him because you’re wrapped up so tightly against him, thick blankets conserving your body heat as your breaths mingle in the shared space.

“I already have it here.”

You can’t help but feel a pang of worry in your chest, his fingers gently resting against where your heart beats. You hope more than anything you could continue to live your days with Rafayel, not worrying about the day where you’d have to lay yourself out for him to take your heart. You wouldn’t mind, not at all. You know you’d go with a smile but you’d always mourn the time you couldn’t have with him.

“It’s yours whenever you want it you know,” you remind him, cupping his face in your hand.

“I could never do something like that to you. Rest now. Stop thinking about such silly things,” he chastises lightly, humming a tune that sounds so vaguely familiar as your eyes drift closed to sleep.

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When you awake again, you’re in a room that’s not too different than the room you had at the palace in Philos in terms of luxury. The fabrics are much lighter in colour, light silks draped around the room as you lay on a plush bed. Your clothes are different too – nothing as thick as the outfit Rafayel insists you wear for traversing the desert. Instead, they’re light on your body, cool and form fitting.

You look around for Rafayel, unsure of where you are when the door to the room opens. A man walks in, vibrant curls gently framing his face as he looks at you with a smile. Despite the drastic difference of his clothes you’d recognise him anyway, swallowing nervously as you look up at him.

“Rafayel?” you ask, relief filling your chest as he nods.

“My Beloved. You look lovely today, as you always do.”

He makes his way over to you, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss. His eyes look different here, softer, somehow. You get the sense that despite being the man you love, he’s not quite right. His body feels familiar to you though, that tightness you get in your chest from looking at him for too long present as he stares intently at you.

Another pair of footsteps walks in, your eyes widening as the Rafayel you’re more familiar with walks in. His dark fabrics seem out of place in the room, leather far too harsh with the pale silks but he seems almost comfortable, a bit of mirth in his eyes as he sees the compromising position you’ve found yourself in.

“There you are. It seems Your Highness has found herself in quite the predicament, hasn’t she?” he teases, coming around behind you on the bed and pulling you against his chest.

You’re sat in his lap, the other Rafayel standing in front of you watching curiously as he spreads your thighs on his lap. You feel him shed some layers behind you, gloved hands slowly trailing up and down your body as you continue to gawk at the man in front of you.

“Don’t be rude,” Rafayel whispers into your ear from behind you. “You are in the presence of a God. Show some reverence Your Highness.”

Your eyes widen in shock as the weight of his words suddenly sink in. The man in front of you – The God of the Sea as now you know him – smirks, coming in to stand between your legs as he cups your chin in his hands.

“How insolent of you. You can’t even recognise the deity that saved your life?” he asks, chuckling at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Perhaps just having you swear your life to me isn’t enough. Just your heart won’t be enough. Should I take my payment another way?”

You look back at Rafayel as he holds you, one of his hands beginning to massage at one of your tits as the other starts to sneak between your legs. You bite back a moan, unsure of what proper decorum would look like when staring at a deity like this, shuddering when you feel him press a kiss to your neck.

“You taste sweet,” he mutters, hands going to hold your hips in place as the Abysswalker teases your entrance with his fingers.

“Yes, a perfect offering for a God. I must have you.”

Adorned hands reach for your clothes, quickly stripping you down to nothing. You feel yourself squirming in his hold, wanting to bury your face in a more familiar body when the God turns your chin to look back at him.

“He’s not here right now. Just focus on me right now.”

He leans in to kiss you, a multitude of thoughts running through your mind. Would your Rafayel consider this cheating? He’s the same person as the one kissing you right now, isn’t he? But he would have stopped you by now if he didn’t want this, wouldn’t he? He must be okay with it if his gloved fingers are circling your clit, gently prodding against your entrance as you gasp into the other’s mouth.

He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, tongue gently exploring your mouth as he swallows every noise you make. It’s nothing like the hunger that Abysswalker kisses you with, an absolute starvation about him whenever he gets his hands on you. That desperation is felt against your back, the God pressing you against a hardening cock that makes the man holding you groan.

“You’re so filthy,” he whispers as you’re kissed dumb.

“You’re being kissed by another and yet you’re still desperate for my cock? You’re insatiable, aren’t you Your Highness? I wonder how the court would react knowing their beloved princess just wants to be spread wide and used by Lemurians.”

“I think they’d want to watch,” the God says in reply, pulling back from the addictive sweetness of your lips.

“Wouldn’t you? The human body is so intriguing, especially when caught in the throes of pleasure. Of course they’d want to see such a sweet little toy be broken down by two monsters, pussy leaking cum as more is begged for.”

You think you should be terrified at the filthy words spilling out of his lips but you can’t help but get more excited. Abysswalker makes a sound of displeasure, gloved fingers sliding into your hole as he feels you clench at the thought.

“You’re leaking. Your body is so warm. You want that, don’t you? To be used by the both of us?”

Against your better judgement you nod, gasping when the Rafayel in front of you drops to his knees. He pulls your legs over his shoulders greedily, mouth immediately going to lap at your dripping pussy as the one holding you brings his hands to tease at your nipples.

You already weren’t very experienced – being nobility does that to someone – which always meant that your body felt like it was on fire at the littlest of touches that Rafayel would give you. The two of you were intimate before, him showing you just how good his touch could make you feel. That didn’t help you now, hips bucking furiously into the mouth of a Sea God as a vigilante teased at your nipples, lips sucking dark marks into your skin.

Your pussy convulses over nothing as your feel his tongue swirl around your cunt, sloppy in a way that you didn’t know you needed. It feels like he knows your body better than you do, pushing up against you to angle your hips upwards and give him a better angle to start fucking his tongue into you. The sounds you make just get lewder, wet squelching hitting both of their ears and making their cocks twitch with need.

“That’s – too much –“ you whine, hands going to dig into his violet locks.

“I told you I’d be taking my payment,” he says against you, gently tugging your clit with his teeth.

“You don’t get to decide when I’m done.”

The words almost make you cum, gasping for breath as he dives back in like a man starved. His nails dig into the plush of your thighs, loud slurping and licking making all the hairs on your body stand to attention. Your nipples aren’t better off, tweaked and massaged consistently. The onslaught of stimulation as you cumming in no time, spilling into his waiting mouth.

He doesn’t stop after that though, simply pressing closer against you as you feel Abysswalker push you forward to fit against his hungry mouth better. It makes you squeal, gasping and whining as your body is pushed past its limits, thighs clenching tightly around his head when he abandons them in favour of holding your hips.

“He just wants one more,” you hear whispered into your ear. “Just give us one more and I promise you’ll be rewarded for doing so well,” he promises, giving you just that push you need to cum again, catching your breath as the God stands.

Despite the loose fitting pants he wears you can still see the outline of his cock pressed against it, letting him press it against the plush of your chest as he looks past you to Abysswalker. The two of them speak amongst themselves, Lemurian words still past the majority of your comprehension. You can only make out a few meanings, more distracted by the way his cock grinds against you instinctively as they speak.

Suddenly you feel the weight of your body shift, lifted into the air as the God now holds you. He turns you to face him and you catch the sight of Abysswalker pulling his cock out of his pants, slowly stroking it to the sight of you. You’re now face to face with the God, lips swallowed in a hungry kiss. He turns your body as you feel your pussy being brought down to grind against his cock. You moan into his mouth, arms coming up to hold your legs in place as he slowly starts to sink in. You don’t think you can keep looking at him like this, the muscles in your neck already screaming in complaint but you don’t have time to think about it when he starts to fuck up into you.

Your suddenly realise just how exposed you are, pussy stretched full for Abysswalker’s hungry gaze. He leans back on a palm, hips slowly bucking into his fist as he fucks himself in time to the rhythm of the God. Embarrassment floods your body as you turn to bury your face in his shoulder, the squirming of your hips doing nothing but fucking him deeper inside of you.

“Why are you hiding Your Highness?” you hear from in front of you, the bite of a smirk in his voice.

“It’s nothing I haven’t already seen. Come on. Show off for me some more,” he coaxes, groaning low in his chest as he watches your hips fail to escape the pleasure being provided by the cock drilling into you.

Two pairs of eyes watch your clenching hole intently, watching your cum get fucked out of you from the brutal pace that’s been set. Your tits bounce wildly, balls slapping hard against your clit in a way that makes you whine with each touch. Your head thrashes, body shaking as you feel the God walk closer to Abysswalker, giving him a front row seat to your cute little hole just barely accommodating the stretch of his girth.

Your eyes stay stuck on him, watching as his fist moves faster over his cock. You love the way he sounds, the wet shlick of his fist pumping him only muted by the lewd sounds of your cunt being fucked. His pace speeds up when you’re brought closer to him, chest heaving as he keeps his eyes solely focused on the way your hole tries its best to keep his cock inside of you. Every time his head just barely pokes out of you you’re whining like you’ll die without it, every hit of his cock making soft little noises escape from your lips.

“There you go then. Feast your eyes,” you hear from above you, keening loudly as he somehow manages to adjust his angle to hit deeper inside of you.

The head of his cock brutalises a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, whining his name loudly. Both of them smile at your reaction, bodies working harder to reach their peaks. You can feel it inside of you, the way his cock twitches, the feeling his breath as he tries to keep up with the desperate squirming of your body. It makes you scream, legs pressed tightly against his arms as you cum, the knowledge that youre being watched making you squirt on Abysswalker, your arousal spattering against his chest and dripping down to his cock.

His eyes widen and he pulls his hand off of himself, panting as he wills himself not to cum from the sight. Your orgasm doesn’t deter the God holding you in the least, continuing his rough pace with barely any issues.

“You’re squeezing so tight my Beloved,” he coos, grunting lowly as he feels his orgasm cresting.

“You want me to fill you up? Make you drip my cum?” he asks sweetly, such a cruel contrast to the pounding of your hole.

You nod eagerly, trying to press yourself closer to the base of his cock. He laughs a little at your desperation, peppering your neck in kisses as he delivers a few more hard thrusts. He buries himself to the hilt, breath warm against your temple as you feel him fill you up. The warmth seeps through your body, dripping down his cock as he takes his time sliding out of you.

Abysswalker’s eyes follow the trail of cum dripping out of your slit, hole still clenching as you moan softly from the feeling of no longer being as full as you just were. He happily takes you out of his counterpart’s arms, turning you back around to face the God this time as your knees settle on either side of his lap.

You don’t know what to expect until you feel a gloved hand pushing against the small of your back, gently persuading you to lean more of your weight against his lap. You can’t help but stare at the God’s cock in front of you, still shiny with both your arousals as you feel the urge to run your tongue up the shaft. You bite your lip as you stare up at the God, enraptured by just how beautiful he looks staring down at you.

Your mouth opens as you feel Abysswalker’s cock slide inside of you, him guiding your hips down to his base as the God takes this as his opportunity to slide his dick inside of your mouth. He rests the tip inside of your mouth, shuddering as he feels your moans going down the length of his shaft as your tongue instinctively laps at his leaking slit.

Abysswalker guides your pace on his cock, strong hands bringing you up and down as his hips buck up into you, pushing you down further on the dick inside of your mouth. You look up at the God teary eyed, shallow gags from his length being brought down further your throat making him groan as his hips start to lightly fuck into your mouth.

The feeling of being filled on both sides makes your mind spin, legs thrashing on the bed as you pant and gasp. You’re only given time to breath when the God takes pity on you, drawing his length out of you every so often to trace the shape of your lips with the head of his cock before sliding back down your throat. It’s almost too much but you need it desperately, need them both desperately.

You start to bob your head up and down much to his pleasure. Fingers reach for your scalp, resting against the back of your head as you feel him start to guide your mouth up and down. This, paired with the fingers digging into your hips and you’re practically being used like a doll for both of their pleasure.

The burning in your stomach reaches a fever pitch. You never knew your body could feel so much pleasure, desperate moans of his name cut off by the shoving of his cock back inside of you or a rough thrust into your pussy that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. They can both feel your tightness over their cocks, minds running with even more filthy thoughts about how else they can push you to take even more.

You cum without warning, gagging on the cock in your mouth as Abysswalker spills into you at the same time. The feeling of your moans in addition to your gagging makes the God push himself all the way down your throat. You swallow around him as he cums deep, guttural groans coming from all sides of you.

The two of them savour the feeling of you for a second before finally sliding out, laying you back down on the bed. You think you need to be ready for more, not minding how insatiable they seem as you spread your legs. You hear them both laugh a little, amused as they both crawl over you. Your body stiffens as you prepare but you’re met with their lips peppering against you affectionately. Your limbs are lifted, gently massaged as they shower you in attention, licking at the harsh marks they’ve left on your skin and cleaning you up.

Your eyes close as you savour it, greedily kissing back whoever manages to steal your lips first. The taste of you is still sweet on their tongue, hands reaching out for the two of them as you whine and gasp under them, ready for more when they want you.

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When your eyes open again you feel the heaving of your chest, pussy warm with Rafayel’s hand cupping you as he stares down at you with an amused smile. He peppers your neck in kisses, nosing against your cheek.

“Well good morning. Did you have a good dream?”

Sunlight streams in through the opening of your tent’s entrance. You can hear the sound of the settlement waking up, conversations soft to avoid waking up any body who happened to still be sleeping. You sigh, making a soft noise as you feel him push up the hem of your shirt to start caressing your body.

“It’s morning?” you ask groggily, throat feeling better than you thought it should considering the rough treatment you were subjected to.

“It is Your Highness,” he says sweetly, hand slipping into your panties as he teases the wetness there.

“You wouldn’t stop moaning my name last night. I wanted to wake you but you looked like you were having such a good dream. Evidently so – I think you came once or twice from nothing.”

You’re embarrassed, flustered by how wet you are. You think he’s right, your panties soaked with arousal from the orgasms you had just from your dream. You divert from the line of questioning by kissing him back hungrily, starving for his touch as your body settles back into that post orgasmic haze induced from what seems to have been your dream.

“Just had a dream about you,” you mumble against his lips, arms circling around his shoulders as you press him closer.

“That’s all.”

He seems sated with that answer for now, rolling on top of you as he reminds you just how ruined you are for him and only him.

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Alright, Google was unhelpful so I'm asking here: what can you guys tell me about what happens to an eye after it's burned, as in, directly exposed to fire?

There's a character in a major fandom I'm in who wears an eyepatch following a fight with his (pyrokinetic) brother, and I'd like to depict him with the kind of facial difference that would actually cause: burn scars, and... whatever would happen to the eye.

It seems like a reasonably straightforward thing to look up, but everything I got was related to either chemical burns (and much more about emergency care than the aftermath) or a burning sensation in the eyes, which is... not what I was hoping to find, haha.

So anyway, my question is, what would happen to an eye that was severely burned? Blindness seems obvious, but it feels like the kind of situation where they might lose the eye completely, is that a possibility? If not, what would the eye end up looking like? Sorry if this is an annoying question, I just had a really hard time finding anything online.

Hi!

To put it simply, there's a lot of variation here - and to answer your question, losing the eye is very much a possibility if the damage is that extensive, or if there's a severe infection happening.

An important part of any eye burn injury is that there are eyelids in the way of the fire, so they're going to be damaged. Skin grafts are extremely common for that; without them, the eyelids will contract and not really serve their function. Having the eyelids removed and replaced with grafts will also help with preventing secondary infection and corneal complications. If the whole burn is on the milder side, and he keeps his eyelids he could have ptosis; i.e. an eyelid that doesn't fully open all the way.

When we get to the eye itself, you're essentially looking at a hundred different kinds of infections that could occur. Corneal damage will be the most obvious due to where it is, but it could go deeper if the burn is severe. E.g., keratitis and/or corneal ulcers can very much happen due to a burn injury, and if untreated they can cause corneal scarring (can look like white spots and/or lines on the eye), cataracts (can cause the pupils to appear lighter), glaucoma, and any further issues if that spreads - including the possibility of blindness in the other eye, as sympathetic ophthalmia exists.

After that, there's retinal detachment (which isn't visible) and actual globe injuries, which often tend to end up in the eye being removed (very much visible). We have a post about options following that!

Sometimes an injured eye can also be slightly discolored on the sclera part. Redness is the most common, but mine were mostly yellow-brownish on the sides after I had surgery (and still are, but not as much). So if he still has the eye, it could look like that as well, either due to the actual burn or the procedures that he could have.

I hope this helps!

mod Sasza

[evanpeterspeter]

AN: This is my first fic on here. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for anything. Thx!

TW: unprotected p in v, weed/smoking, self pleasuring,cuss words and all that good stuff

Wc: 3k

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Warren Lipka, Spencer Reinhard and you are all roommates, living in a small beat up apartment in St. Louise Missouri.

You guys attended a university near by. You've never been fond of your roommates, but the only reason why you live together is because you and Spencer were childhood best friends, your mom and his always wanted you guys together since forever, but you always found him to be like a brother, more than a partner, and that you couldn't afford to live by yourself. Warren came into the picture because that was, Spencers friend, and that he felt pressured into housing him when his mom kicked him out for smoking too much weed, and not having a job. Warren has a small little set up of a "room" in the small compact living room, that was the size of an actual bedroom. His so called bed, was a rugged 80's couch that was a hand down from my mother.

It was a cold winter evening, you drove home from class in your beater car. It Was a cold drive home because the A/C was no longer functional. After an agonizing ride home came to an end, you park on the side of the road of where your apartment complex was at then you head out the car, grabbing your belongings with you. You arrive at the door shuffling though your messy backpack. You become frustrated looking for the keys to your apartment. You never found the time to place them in your key ring attached to your car keys. 

"Fuck!" You said while you continuously scramble through your bag. You groan and knock on the door.

You wait to hear any response. You knock again, becoming more eager to come in from the blistering cold. "Hey! Warren I know you're inside! Let me in!" You shout while knocking in between your pleas. You hear footsteps coming your way though the other side.

"What's the password." You heard a familiar annoying tone, muffled behind the door.

You groan an roll your eyes, stomping your foot. "Warren, open the fucking door! I'm freezing my ass off!" You say knocking harder. The door swings open, You jump back slightly startled with the sudden door swing.   You see, Warren with a blunt in between his soft pink lips, no shirt and just gray sweatpants on.

"That wasn't the password." He said, grabbing the roll and taking it off of his lips.

"Warren, let me in. I'm fucking freezing my tits off."

"Yeah?" He said looking down at you hugging your breasts together to warm yourself, unfortunately forming a strong cleavage line. You look down, blushing. You groan and push though him to enter your way in. "No thank you?"

"Leave me alone, Warren. You're being annoying." You said plopping your bag in the hallway, by the door. You walk to the counter and spot your house keys sitting where you usually put it. You let out a dramatic groan seeing them and then snatching them  into your cold hands.

"Oh yeah by the way, you forgot your keys." Warren said teasingly, while he sat down on the couch with a lighter in his other free hand, flicking the track to light up the blunt between his lips.

You walk over and smack the back of his head. "Thanks for telling me fuck face"

He looks at you and takes a puff of his lit roll, while rubbing the back for his now tender head.  "You're welcome, Princess."

You rolled your eyes at the comment but also feeling a slight fight of butterflies set off in your core from the name. You grunt annoyed with him and you storm into your room, slamming the door behind you. 

You throw yourself onto the bed, starring at the ceiling. You hear a knock on the door. "Come in." the door opens and a familiar face pops in. "H-hey Y/n." Spencer comes in, gently closing the door behind himself. "So how was class?" He said sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. "It was alight i guess... i forgot my keys and your piece of shit friend was basically gonna kill me by leaving me out in the cold." You said with a snicker. He smiles and lets out a small laugh. "Yeah he's the one to do that." Spencer rubs the back of his neck looking down. "Y-Y/N.. i just wanted to let you know I'm gonna leave out of town tomorrow and wont be back till a week.. So that means you're going to be stuck with Warren-.. And i know you aren't the worlds biggest fan of hi-.." you shot up from the bed. "WHAT?! No way are you leaving me here with that dipshit!"

Spencer shushes you. "Please Y/N.. i know you don't care for him, but I can't take him with me."

You groan. "Well it wouldn't even be an issue if he didn't fucking live here!" You shouted.

"Y/N I'm sorry, I really am. I honestly felt bad for him." He sighed and stood up from the bed. "Look..ill talk to him one of these days okay?.." he walks towards the door, opening it up half way and stoping i his tracks. "Good night Y/N.."

He closed the door behind him.

'I can't believe I'm spending my winter break with this dickwad.' You thought to yourself.  You kick off your shoes on the side of the bed and you curl up in a ball under the sheets, closing your eyes wanting the day just to be over with.

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You shift in bed, hiding under the soft sheets you fell asleep with. You hear the door creak making you slightly annoyed. All of a sudden you feel the sheets immediately be ripped of you. You gasp and turned around, seeing it was your piss ass roommate, Warren. He had a cheeky grin holding the blanket tossed over his shoulder, seeing he was still shirtless, with the slight sheen of the sun peering though the jagged blinds, shedding light on his soft toned body. "Hey whore, i need to borrow the car. Spencer took the car so i need to use yours." He said.

Something in you just went off and you shot up onto your feet and stood in front of him. "Listen here you punk!" You poke his chest. "You will not boss me around or make a fool of me! You hear me?!" You said still poking him and standing on the tips of your toes. He smirks and drops your blanket on the floor, putting his hands in the air defensively. "Okay." Warren said, turning around and leaving your room, without closing the door. You stand there feeling stupid and you cross your arms and scoffed. "Fuck you too." You mumbled under your breath.

You sigh and throw your blanket back on the bed. You gather your things and head to the shower.

After your well needed shower, you head to your bedroom and rummage though your drawers to find a clean tee. You found your oversized Pink Floyd prism tee shirt. You pair it up with some small black lace up panties and some shorts to cover them.

Once you were finished with all your self care, you went to the living room to find your blockhead of a roommate smoking out of your bong. You walk up to him, shoving him off of it, sending him to a coughing fit. You sit in his warm spot he was once in, pulling the lighter from his hands, you light it up to the glass. You take a big rip off of it, letting out a big O ring of smoke to his face. He waves his hand though the blown ring, fanning its shape into just smoke, he finishes his coughing fit. "What the fuck Y/N?" He lets off another cough then to clear his throat after. "You took my fucking bong, Dipshit. So i get dibs."

You said lighting it up again. He gives a smirk. "You know if you would've been a good girl and said please, then maybe I would've let you take a hit," he said while moving the hair away from your face while you take a hit from the bong. You couldn't help but blush deeply at what he said and the act of him moving your damp hair. "After all, its my bud."  He said with a smug smirk.

You sit back and look over at him, he leans forward and scoots the bong his way about to recreate what you did. "So..why did you need my car, asshole?" You said looking over at him. He pulls away from the glass wand. He lets out some rings and leans back, staring up at the ceiling. "To pick up a girl." He said. You couldn't help but to smack him on the shoulder.  "Ow!" He said chuckling. "I'm just kidding short stuff, I wanted to get some milk for my Coco Pebbles." You roll your eyes and slide the glass your way. "Whatever, I'm not letting you touch my car, let alone my bong." You said but then realizing that your lips had been touching where his was and it gave you a jolt in your core, also giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You feel yourself become more hazy from the cannabis. You look over at Warren as he's focused on playing a game on the TV. You start to admire the way his soft brown honey hair lays perfectly on his structured face. The way he bites his lip when he's concentrating, the light stubble on his face, and oh the way he looks into your eyes..oh shit he's looking into your eyes. "Hellooooo." He said waving his hand in front of your face. You snap out of it. "You were staring at me, weirdo." Warren said with a soft chuckle. You instantly turn red all over. You stand up from the couch with a slight wobble. "I-I'm.. I'm gonna go back to my room." You said heading back to your room and slamming the door.

You felt so embarrassed, but so turned on. Smoking always made you feel full of lust and horny. You sit on the side if your bed with your knees pried together, looking down biting the inside of your cheek drawing shapes on your thighs with your fingers, contemplating if you wanted to play with yourself. It almost felt wrong but.. felt so right. You grabbed your floral pattern vibrator from the side table beside your bed. You click it on letting it buzz in the air before moving it to your core.

You shimmy out of your shorts but still left for panties on. You press the buzzing sensation against your cute bunch of nerves, tossing your head back, you let out some soft moans. One hand is on your side gripping onto the sheets, knees spread apart from each other and your mouth agape. You lightly start grinding against vibrator, letting small mewls fill the room. The thought of Warren slipped into your brain. You scrunch your face together feeling guilty, but thinking of him felt so good, It makes you core drip more for him. "F-fuck..Warren.." you whispered. Or.. at least you thought you did

"Yes?"  You heard peering out your door. You launch forward and instantly throw the blanket over your lower body, still the vibrator buzzing away. "WARREN!" You shouted in fear. "I heard some noises and my name, so i thought maybe you were in trouble or something." He said with a shit eating grin, leaning against the door frame. You scatter to turn off the vibrator, looking flustered you turn to face his way with tears welling up in your eyes. He tilts his head and walks slowly by your bedside. "Y/n... are you crying?" He sat at the side of your bed placing his big warm hand on your covered knee. You cover your face to hide away the embarrassment and the tears drowning out your face. "Hey.." Warren leans forward towards you, prying your hands away from your face, reviling you soft flushed cheeks that was dowsed in sour tears. He looked into your hopeless eyes, using the pads of this thumbs to wipe away your tears. His selfless service made your lip quiver and sniffle more, feeling the stinging sensation of heavy tears coming down. You hiccup between cries hugging your knees to your chest. "It's okay beautiful... I'm not upset." Warren said pulling you into his arms and you lay against his chest, listening to his heart thump you found your heart beating fast at the name he called you. He caresses your soft shoulder and positions you sitting sideways on his lap, with his big warm hand resting on your thigh and his other hand on your lower back. He looked into your eyes with his dark chocolate colored eyes, with a soft gleam to his face he looks you up and down. You hide your face into the crook of his neck while tossing your arms slumped over his shoulders. He rubs your lower back making his way to under your shirt, caressing mindless shapes.

"I'm s-such a fucking loser." You cried softly. "No your not, princess. You were just needy..."

You feel butterflies bubble in your stomach and your lower core. "You know i can fix that."

He moves his hand higher to my upper thigh. You let out a shuttered breath, grabbing the back of his hair and gently squeezing your hands into a light fist. You hear his breath hitch. "Would you like for me to help you?" He said rubbing his thumb against the hem of your panties. You feel your core aching and wet, you squeeze your thighs together to calm down the waves of neediness between your thighs. He moves his left hand from your thigh and moved it to your head that is still over his shoulder,he grabs your chin and guides you to face him. "Princess? Did you hear me?" He said lightly dragging his thumb on the bottom of your lip. He looks you up and down and leans into your lips with his. Your lips meet his and he gives gentle and soft kisses against your plump pink lips. You let out a soft whimper putting your hand against his chest. He pulls away with a smirk and rubs your thigh. "Well?" He said. You bite your lip, thinking about it, even though you knew you wanted him so bad. You nod your head, looking him up and down. Warren shakes his head making a clicking his tongue to a tisk sound. "You need to use your words." He said with a soft smirk curled onto his lips. "I-i need you warren.. So bad.." you said turning red in the face. "Good girl." He said in a velvety tone, with a huge grin plastered upon his face.

He flips you into the bed with your back touching the soft sheets, he hovers over your fragile body, his arms by both side of your shoulders , he leans down to nibble on your neck, leaving a soft trail of peppered kisses. You let out an airy whine, feeling your cunt dripping in ecstasy. He removes your shirt then leaving soft kisses down to your chest taking one of your perky nipples into his warm soft mouth, he licks it to a swirling motion then suckles on it gently. He looks up at you with his devious pleading eyes, letting out a vibrant moan.

He pulls of with a pop sound after it, wrapping both on his index fingers to a hook to pull down your lacey black panties. You lift your bum to help remove the soaked piece of fabric. He smirks at you holding the clump of drenched cloth in his hand. "Were you this wet for me?" He said so teasingly. You feel your cheeks tingle and turn red, like you already weren't red enough. "U-uhm.. maybe?"

He lets out a gentle chuckle and shakes his head, dropping the panties to the ground. Kneeling onto the carpeted floor, he props your legs up over his shoulders, he kisses along your thighs closer to the center. He swipes his finger from the entrance of your weeping cunt to the glorious bundle of nerves. "So wet." He leans forward and licks a stripe up with the flat of his tongue, flicking your clit. You arch your back in pleasure letting out a dirty moan. He suckled on your button and he put a finger inside of your entrance, soon entering another finger. He curls his fingers up against your silk walls. Your legs jolt and shake in sensation, craving for more than his fingers. The pace fastens, making you feel a tight knot in the core of your center. "Warren..fuck.."

He pulls his mouth away from your swollen bud, he licks him lips and smiles. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He stands up hovering over you, he leans over your ear. "You want me don't you?" You could hear the shit eating grin in his tone. He nibbles on your ear waiting for an answer. "Warren.. please.. i need you in me." You said nearly out of breath.

"Done.." he said pulling away.

He pulls his grey sweats down, pooling around his ankles, he steps over them. Then pulling off his boxers. His member springs up from the weight of his boxers being pulled off, reliving the ache of being withheld. You widened your eyes to see he was huge and Girthy. 'He has to be over 7 inches' you said to yourself in utter shock. He grabs your legs and holds them up and under his arms. He rubs his tip against your bud, you let out a whimper in eager for him. He smirks and lines his cock up with your entrance, he slowly presses into you. You winced in pain, feeling how thick and full it was filling you in, your toes curl and you ball your fists with the sheets in your grasp. "F-fuck!" You said holding your breath feeling every inch fill you. "Breath, baby." Warren said with a velvety tone. You let air out though your mouth and as you did, Warren slammed the rest into you making you gasp audibly. Once he was bottomed out he starts to gently thrust in and out. He grabs your ankles and pulls them up more, leaning against each thrust. As he thrusts he's mesmerized with how your tits bounce with each movement. He places his thumb against your clit and circles it in rotation. Your head is tossed back, mouth agape and eyes rolled back.

It all hit so quickly, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and that friction come to a huge wave that's about to wash over you. "Warren.. i-I'm gonna cum." He picks up his pace and continues to stimulate your sensitive little bundle.

You let out a corny porn star moan while cumming hard on his cock, not long after your release you feel his white thick ropes fill you up in the inside. You see his head tossed back, making cheap and non rhythmic thrusts to ride out his high.

"F-fuck.. your pussy is so good." Warren said leaning forward, beads of sweat roll of his forehead down to his rosy red face,his long curly hair sticking to his framed face. Out of breath, he pulls out with a string of cum pulling away from inside you. You feel the cold air hit your beaten, swollen cunt. Warren crashes right next to you on the bed.

You look at each other and smile deeply. He moves your hair from your face to behind your ear. "You're so hot.." he said looking at your eyes then lips. You smile pulling him into a deep kiss. You look into each other's eyes then to turn around to your night stand, grabbing your car keys and turned back around, plopping it on his bare chest. "Go get some milk.. i want some Coco pebbles too."

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Tag list: @evansonlylove

[literaturechaos]

Just want you all to know that I, Carrion has destroyed me

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

[hwei]

saw a post on my FYP asking what apheIios's personality is for writing him and honestly I don't know if I can even begin to describe him and he's one of my fav characters

[undergoing-mitosis]

i am keeping both freminet and chongyun on my team and using them both as dps i do not care that they are both cryo claymore characters (so less capability for elemental reactions) cause they are my silly little autism children and i love them and i will protect them with my life and nothing that anyone says can stop me

oh yeah also i pulled the bell for the first time today and yes apparently it is by far not the best weapon for chongyun but it FITS HIM SO WELL so i simply do not care

like look at my boy 🥹 it matches his belt 🥹

[dennisboobs]

sitting back after writing 3k words of a fic and thinking. what the hell is this

[itspileofgoodthings]

Gosh not to whine because there is so much that is good and so much that was/is necessary and there’s so much that is right on the cusp of blooming but … I am still grieving not living at home. And that’s exactly what it is that I miss, without wanting to undo this move or regretting it because I wouldn’t undo it and I don’t regret it. I don’t live there anymore. The deep patterns of life that were a part of the home when we did live there are gone, broken irrevocably even though there is nothing at all tragic about what has happened and even though the breaking was probably (is) a step forward. And I just have to let that exist and let it be and just be sad about it sometimes. And just look the grief in the face and let it sit at my kitchen table, metaphorically. Because it’s there and it hurts.

[toytulini]

i may not be able to open posts from my notes or messages or get more context on posts via looking at the notes, but at least i can make fucked up coffee properly now

[apersonwholikeslotus]

so anyway diagnosing with google obviously isn't completely reliable but I need to find something that I can pull up to try to convince my dad to let me go to a doctor; and uh, I was reading about fibromyalgia? and it said it mostly diagnosed in adults but the symptoms typically start much earlier so i went "oh, i wonder when"

11-15.

The symptoms of fibromyalgia, all of which I have, typically start the same time all my stuff did.

Hm

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

[4trackcassette]

i don't really know anything from the most recent hozier release but my brother has been doing a song from it and it is sooooooooooooo beautiful

[cerberin]

9 months ago i was so sad and distraught but now!!! now i’m so much better!! and i’m happy!!