#Quartz Composer

[tibli]

minecraft should let you turn your broken glass back into sand to be reused. because you can literally just do that in real life

[ardenrosegarden]

Things that are very sweet (but also infuriate John): Eleanor giving Humphrey crystals to carry to keep him in a good mood which he dutifully does. John: IT'S JUST FUCKING QUARTZ HUMPHREY Humphrey: maybe if you held some amethyst you'd calm down :) John: IT'S. QUARTZ. Humphrey: also Eleanor says lava stone blocks bad energies which is why I always carry some when I have to see you. :) John: I'm about to beat you to death with your wife's crystals. I hope you know that. Humphrey: She's got a crystal for that too. :)

Humphrey: I got Eleanor a hematite ring to absorb bad vibes and it already broke :'( She must need a new one asap :'(

John: *Wordlessly gets up and walks into the next room, closing the door behind him. Cue muffled screaming.*

Bonus Anne of Burgundy as the Diplomat™ coming in with the "Ice soothes inflammation => ice is a mineral => ice is a valid healing crystal" take.

[rwpohl]

oskar sala, composer

[amnhnyc]

Today’s Exhibit of the Day? It’s one of the largest amethyst geodes in the world! At about 13 ft (4 m) tall and 9,000 lbs (4,082 kg), this giant weighs about as much as three compact cars. It was born when molten magma poured from the Earth’s crust some 135 million years ago. While its dazzling purple crystals might catch your eye, this geode would have originally been composed of colorless quartz—its distinctive amethyst color deriving from millenia of natural radiation, heat, and trace contaminants. 

You can spot this geode, and other sparkly specimens, in the Museum’s Mignone Halls of Gems and Minerals. We're open daily from 10 am-5:30 pm! Plan your visit.

Photo: D. Finnin/ © AMNH

[bluelockmaniac]

꒰ WILL YOU MARRY ME? ꒱₊ ⊹

▯ synopsis. how bllk boys propose to you ★ ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi x fem!reader

YOU CHOOSE WHETHER OR NOT YOU ACCEPT THEIR PROPOSAL !

itoshi sae. private, no words, & silent romance.

sae taking you out on late-night, fancy dinner dates was a regular occurrence. what was unusual tonight, however, was the way his sharp gaze lingered keenly on your every movement as you slid on your thigh-high stockings.

the mattress dips next to you, and you glance up innocently to see your boyfriend, dressed in a simple yet elegant beige suit. he appeared as calm and composed as ever, yet there was something unfamiliar about his approach that you couldn't quite pinpoint.

to your surprise, he takes your hand, caressing it gently with his thumb before sliding an intricate diamond ring onto your ring finger. your breath hitches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. he peers up at you through his thick lashes, lacing his fingers through yours, chuckling softly at the sight of your ridiculously wide eyes.

but you feel something else, this time resting in your other hand's palm. two tickets to spain.

PROPOSAL: ACCEPTED or REJECTED?

itoshi rin. also private, but awkward.

it had been an entire hour since rin had asked you to leave your shared bedroom. you had complied without question, assuming that perhaps he needed time to analyze a football game to prepare for an upcoming match, and you perfectly understood how important his career was to him.

suddenly, you heard your boyfriend's peculiar, startling voice calling out to you from the room. you immediately turned off your television, dashing to the sound of his urgent words. you burst open through the door, only to abruptly collide into his firm chest. your hand flew to your face to rub your nose in pain, but you quickly noticed the slight quivering of his fingers as he shut the door behind you.

his eyes take you in with uncharacteristic nervousness, before strangely glancing away as his hand digs into his suit pocket . . . suit?

your mouth hangs open in shock as he fishes out a velvety crimson ring box. however, much to his dismay, his attempt at trying to open the small, lavish box fell short of his expectations as it slipped from his restless grip and hit the ground with a soft thud.

"fuck," he curses under his breath.

the white-gold tapered ring spun in its place momentarily, before coming to a rest in front of you.

PROPOSAL: ACCEPTED or REJECTED?

michael kaiser. semi-public, romantic.

you thought you would never catch kaiser dropping down on one knee to slip a pretty ring onto your finger. and you were right— you wouldn't.

a pair of cerulean eyes were glued to you as you gave your order to the waitress. their owner swirled his glass of champagne, a subtle, persistent smirk resting on his lips. you felt him brazenly intertwine his fingers with yours, gently rubbing your knuckles as you made an effort to quietly ignore his gesture.

kaiser took this opportunity, while your attention was on the waitress, to deftly maneuver a three-stone rose quartz ring onto your finger. you hadn’t even noticed the cold touch of the metal band around your skin, assuming it was just his cool fingertips.

as the waitress left, you glanced back at kaiser and furrowed your brows in embarrassment when you realized he had been staring at you intently this entire time. “what? is there something on my face?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

he grins, setting his glass on the table before pulling out a red rose and tossing it to where you hand lay. “no, meine liebe,” he teased, pointing to your hand, “but there certainly is something on your finger.”

curious, you glanced down and almost immediately, a loud gasp escaped past your parted lips, drawing the attention of diners around you.

PROPOSAL: ACCEPTED or REJECTED?

seishiro nagi. straight to the point.

"mmh, baby, 'was your ring size?" he mumbles, adjusting his head on his comfortable pillow (your lap) slightly. your hand freezes, halting the pleasant motion of your fingers raking through his snowy white hair.

"heyyy..." he whines, poking your thigh gently, "keep going, don' stop..."

you quickly nudge his head, eliciting a low groan from the large man. "sei... are you planning to propose to me?" you ask, meeting his gaze with hope.

he pushes himself up, sitting cross-legged on the bed, then pulls you onto his lap. he blinks sleepily before sighing, then resting his hands on both of your cheeks. "i thought we were practically married, but reo kept nagging me about buyin' you a ring or something..."

he leans in closer, forehead meeting yours. he strokes your lip with his thumb before taking you by surprise with a lazy kiss. he pulls away and looks back at you, eyes wordlessly demanding answers.

"well?" he tilts his head. "will you marry me?"

PROPOSAL: ACCEPTED or REJECTED?

a/n: me personallyyy . . . all four will be accepted but a girl can dream .

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[librababe99]

In the Quiet Hours

A/N: First off, thank y’all so much for showing so much love to the work I’ve posted so far! It’s great to see all the interactions and makes me happy people are sticking around to see more🥹

In honor of hitting 30 followers I decided to write a quick one shot with Scott Summers. Please let me know if there are other X-men OR MCU characters you would like me to write for!  - Libra ✧ : *✧･ﾟ:*

Word Count: 566 CW: Suggestive themes, friends to lovers 

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The dim glow of the X-Mansion hallway lights barely illuminated your path as you made your way to the kitchen for a late-night snack. You weren’t expecting to run into anyone—especially not Scott.

He was leaning against the counter, shirtless, his body bathed in the soft light filtering through the windows. You paused in the doorway, your breath catching at the sight of him. Scott was always disciplined, composed, but here, in the quiet of the night, he seemed… different. His usual intensity softened, a rare vulnerability on display.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. His ruby quartz glasses reflected the faint light, concealing his eyes, but you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and assessing.

“Yeah,” you replied, stepping into the kitchen, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you. “You?”

He gave a small shrug, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Something like that.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, from the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he shifted his stance, from the way his skin glowed under the faint light. There was an unspoken tension between you, something that had been simmering for weeks, maybe longer. It was there in the way his fingers brushed yours as he handed you a glass of water, in the way your breath hitched at the accidental touch.

“Scott…” You hesitated, your voice barely audible. The air between you felt charged, every second stretching into something more.

He didn’t say anything, just took a step closer, his proximity making your pulse quicken. His hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart race. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intoxicating scent of him filling your senses.

The tension between you was palpable, electric. His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. You could sense the restraint in him, the careful control he always maintained, but there was something more now—something raw, something hungry.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he admitted, his voice hushed, as if afraid to break the spell. “More than I should.”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Me too.”

The admission hung in the air, charged with a need that neither of you could ignore any longer. Scott leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn’t.

When his lips finally met yours, it was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every moment. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that made your knees weak. You melted into him, the world fading away until there was nothing but the feel of his mouth on yours, the way his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let go.

When you finally broke apart, you were both breathless, foreheads resting against each other. Scott’s fingers lingered on your waist, his touch firm, possessive.

“This… this can’t be just once,” he whispered, his voice rough, filled with need.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest. “I wouldn’t want it to be.”

The promise lingered between you, a quiet acknowledgment of what had been building for so long. You knew this was just the beginning, that whatever this was between you, it was far from over.

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[solspina]

We Should Stick Together

sanguinius ⋆˙⟡

have a very small sangy blurb that is literally just me braindumping! not proofread and a little fulgrim x reader if you squint :)

sanguinius has very clearly taken interest in someone, and fulgrim is quite tired of watching sanguinius collect offerings for his beloved rather than taking any productive action. through a little teasing and perhaps creating a lie great enough to form genuine jealousy, the phoenician can make something happen.

warnings: n/a

Fulgrim takes yet another sip of his 4th glass of wine, holding back a pout as he draws the glass away from his stained lips. To say he is bored - and also quite clueless - would be an understatement bordering insult. The wine he holds in his hand is absolutely delectable, a fine luxury piece from his own personal collection, smooth on the throat and incredibly enjoyable when not paired with second-hand embarrassment. He sighs as he notices his supply is dwindling rapidly, not feeling even the slightest bit drunk.

Throne, he should have brought something stronger.

"What do you think of these?" His white-winged brother shoved two sparkling stones into his hand, smiling like a childish idiot as he did so.

"They are.. nice..." Fulgrim claimed as he inspected them closely, attempting to hide his annoyance as he swept over the gems with violet eyes. "However, this one seems brittle, like it will crumble the moment it is grinded upon, and this one seems quite lackluster." His voice did not hide his disinterest in the subject, but he was at least honest.

"And what about the color? Do you think she will prefer quartz? Or perhaps red? Ah, but red makes it seem like it's about me..."

"Sanguinius..." Fulgrim whispered, trying to interrupt his brother, or at the very least return him to his senses before he went on yet another incoherent ramble about his potential courtier.

"And its about her, not me. I would hate to bring home something that is to her distaste. I don't wish to put her off, I think I've done well so far acquiring her interest, I really-"

"Sanguinius!" The Phoenician finally exclaimed in more of a yell than a speaking voice, his annoyance with his brother no longer confined behind a glass of chilled wine. He released the tension from his shoulders upon seeing the blond angel's wide, shocked eyes.

Taking in the final sip of his wine, he sighed yet again. "I don't think any number of my wives have had me in as much of a chokehold as this woman does you, brother. You are smitten, and hopelessly so."

Sanguinius' wings betrayed his feeble attempt at releasing his embarrassment. They fluttered at the mention of her, and so he turned away from Fulgrim, his cheeks dusted a light pink and a small amount of his feathers puffed up upon the top of both wings. A body language display familiar of most birds, but unfamiliar to the palatine phoenix. The angel's voice shook the very slightest as he attempted to maintain his composure.

"Hopeless, Fulgrim?" He paused, his shaking irises evident of trying to collect his thoughts. "Has she told you something she has not told me?"

Was there… anger? in his tone? Maybe it was jealousy fulgrim had heard, possessiveness even, he could not tell.

Regardless, this sort of reaction from the angel was something he had not heard from his perfect and composed brother before. A piece of him felt confused at the fact that his brother had become so quickly offended in regards to a mere human, and yet another piece felt curious, entertained by the possibility of whether or not he could strike a nerve within the brightest one.

Sanguinius saw a sinister smile creep across Fulgrim's perfect features. His shoulders raised at his brother's gentle laugh. "Defensive, are we, angel? Protective, perhaps?" The phonecian placed his wine glass down upon the rocks next to the two of them, taking note of Sanguinius' clenched fists and slightly narrowed eyes. He could tell the great angel was doing his best to mask his infamous inner wrath, but he simply couldn't at the mention of some mortal woman. "Worry not, I've already told myself that you would be the one marrying this one... Should you not take too long I would not make my move."

With a step toward Sanguinius, he moved closer, brushing a few strands of blond hair behind his brother's ear so that his whisper would fall directly on his ears "That being said, clock is ticking. Drop the stones you wish to bring her, take her your words instead… lest i take her my words first.”

The sound of ruffling feathers filled the air alongside a slight expression of jealousy from Sanguinius, brows downturned and eyes slightly squinted. “I know you only tease, Fulgrim."

"And if I don't?" The Phoenician replied, his tone simultaneously teasing and serious. He wished for nothing more than to confirm his suspicion, for the angel to fall from grace and admit the painfully obvious, that he was jealous.

"You best keep your hands off. It is I who loves her. It is I who will see to it that she marries me.”

Sanguinius would be lying if he said he was not slightly afraid of Fulgrim attempting his interest’s hand in marriage.

On one hand, the poor bachelorette had a winged mutant, a man with a pair of massive wings accompanied by two sharp canines and an insatiable thirst for blood buried deep within him.

On the other was a man who was perfect in every way. Silky, smooth, gorgeous white hair cascaded over his shoulders the same way his robes fit the contours of his slender body in a noble shade of purple. His face, in every way, was nothing short of youthful and beautiful and every positive word that a human could conjure from their lips.

In other words, if Fulgrim made it to her first, Sanguinius knew he would stand no chance.

…Would he?

Would she choose the man who had experience caring for women? Or the one who she would have to teach? Did she have the patience for him?

"Say it with your chest than, oh great angel."

"I love her…”

“Hmm…” Fulgrim smiled, aware that his dear angelic brother was completely lost in thought. He knew how to hit where it hurt, for no one could turn away from Fulrgim’s perfection.

He knew Sanguinius would doubt himself, and he knew that he had to force him to confess before he lost the confidence to do so.

Of course, Sanguinius was a mutant with fatal flaws, but just like Fulgrim did his hair flow off of his shoulders and down his back, framing his chiseled face like a golden halo as piercing amber eyes shone like the sands of Baal under its suns.

Fulgrim had witnessed the girl weaving small and intricate jewels into chains that would drape themselves beautifully over Sanguinius’ wings, if the two of them had just attempted to replace their distanced pining with the intimacy they both intensely longed for.

“What she told me was that she desired you just as much… But I told her your eyes were set on someone else.” He smiled deviously at his brother, watching his expression turn into one of horror as he realized Fulgrim had probably shattered her heart into shreds with his false news. “So she and I made a deal. If you confessed to her within the week, you could have her. But if you failed to…”

The Phoenician raised one of his hands, opening his palm to a ring made in approximately the size of a tiny human finger. Sanguinius’ expression filled with anger as he fought the urge to strangle his brother right then and there. His teeth were clinched together with enough force to shatter a diamond in two.

Fulgrim's smile spread completely across his face before he turned upon his heels, flicking a head full of white hair toward Sanguinius before he broke out into a full sprint for the imperial palace. "And who is it that will tell her the news, brother?!”

With a single thunderous beat, the angel shot into the air, his speed in flight incomprehensibly faster than Fulgrim was on foot.

He smiled once more, his winged brother gone in the blink of an eye. None of what he said had been true, of course, but he too enjoyed some lighthearted teasing every once in a while. The expression upon the face of the great angel had been priceless. How could one be so jealous over someone they were stuck longing for?

He hoped that the angel would return with positive news and without the urge to slap him, and that he would still be invited to the wedding.

[kaijuno]

Grape agate is a rare form of botryoidal chalcedony, made up of tiny quartz spheres that naturally form in grape-like clusters. 🍇 It develops in volcanic rock when silica-rich fluids slowly solidify in cavities, creating smooth, rounded shapes over time.

The spheres are composed of microcrystalline quartz (SiO₂), and their purple color comes from trace amounts of elements like manganese. Each nodule forms gradually, layer by layer, giving the mineral its distinctive polished look.

Most known specimens come from Sulawesi, Indonesia, where deposits were first widely recognized around 2016. Similar formations have also been reported in parts of the U.S., including Utah, though much less commonly.

[blogport]

EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (4)

When it comes to innovative interior design, the choice of flooring plays a pivotal role in defining the overall aesthetic and functionality of a space. Among the various options available, metallic floors have emerged as a striking trend, blending style with durability. Their unique finish not only adds a contemporary edge but also reflects light, creating a sense of openness in any room. Meanwhile, alternatives like quartz flooring offer an equally compelling mix of elegance and resilience, perfect for those seeking a natural yet refined look. 

Metallic Floor

Metallic floor have become an exciting trend in modern interior and exterior design, offering a sleek and futuristic aesthetic. This type of flooring is typically made using materials like epoxy, polished concrete, or terrazzo, which can be infused with metallic pigments that reflect light. The unique appearance of a metallic floor allows for a striking look, making a bold statement in any space.

One of the significant advantages of metallic floor finishes is their durability and resistance to wear and tear. Unlike traditional flooring options, metallic surfaces are often resistant to stains, scratches, and impact damage, making them ideal for high-traffic areas such as commercial spaces or homes with pets and children. Additionally, they can be easily cleaned and maintained, preserving their luster and shine over time.

In terms of design versatility, metallic floors can be customized to fit various interior themes, from industrial chic to modern minimalism. Available in a range of colors and finishes, they can seamlessly blend into the environment or stand out as a focal point. Furthermore, incorporating metallic flooring can enhance the overall ambiance of a space, reflecting light and creating an illusion of depth, thus making a room feel larger and more open.

Quartz Flooring

When it comes to choosing a flooring option that combines beauty and durability, Quartz flooring stands out as a premier choice. This type of flooring is composed primarily of natural quartz crystals, which are not only aesthetically pleasing but also incredibly tough. As a result, Quartz flooring is resistant to scratches, stains, and other wear and tear that can occur over time.

Another significant advantage of Quartz flooring is its versatility. It is available in a vast array of colors and patterns, making it a suitable option for any home or office decor. Whether you're looking for a sleek modern look or a more traditional style, Quartz flooring can provide the perfect finish to your space.

Furthermore, Quartz flooring is known for its low maintenance requirements. Unlike other flooring types that may need frequent refinishing or special cleaning products, Quartz flooring can be easily cleaned with mild soap and water. This not only saves time but also makes it an economical choice in the long run.

Concrete Floor

When it comes to flooring options, concrete floor have risen in popularity due to their durability and aesthetic appeal. Unlike traditional flooring materials, concrete can be customized in various finishes and colors, allowing homeowners and businesses to create a unique look that complements their design vision.

In addition to their visual versatility, concrete floors are incredibly strong and resistant to wear and tear. This makes them an ideal choice for high-traffic areas, where traditional flooring may suffer from scratches, dents, and fading over time. Concrete not only stands up to heavy use but is also easy to maintain, requiring only simple cleaning and occasional sealing.

Sustainability is another key advantage of concrete flooring. As a naturally abundant material, concrete has a lower environmental impact compared to other flooring options.

[my-chemical-rocks]

gru scarf era gerard as purple quartzite (composed of mostly.... this is shocking.... QUARTZ!)

[jyoongim]

~ BLOOD & BLISS ~

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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It has never crossed your mind that your husband, your Alastor, was a killer.

You decided to meddle and found that many of Alastor’s clothing was missing. 

All replaced with new clothes.

You also noticed that your shovel was missing and so were his hunting knives.

Where were these things and why were they missing?

Alastor had a habit of keeping the newspaper, so you went through each one that talked about a missing person or killing.

Every one occurred when Alastor was gone to work.

Your mind started to whirl. You thought back to when you visited your mother

”A killer is right in your backyard”

You had played it off as your mother just being concerned for your well-being…but now that you thought about it…

What was Al doing when he was at work?

You always listened in on his radio shows,but due to your pregnancy you haven’t really listened in.

You thought about when Alastor was home.

No killings.

But you remembered the bags filled with red liquid that you saw in the cellar.

That liquid was blood you were sure omit,  but Alastor had reassured you that it wasn’t. 

The bags mysteriously disappeared and now thee cellar is locked.

He said it was a deer carcass but the texture of the blood wasn’t right.

Then the stew.

A normal stew that your husband had made.

But the meat wasn’t right. 

And Alastor was a damn good cook,  but it was something off about the meat.

And now his clothes, that were hidden were covered in blood.

You stood in the kitchen. You looked around. 

Nothing was out of place. It looked as it always did.

was that always like that? 

Your backsplash was quartz, you should know you picked it out, but this backsplash wasn’t.

quartz doesnt stain….marble does.

You took your finger and dug into the cracks of the stone, feeling for any residue of something.

You pull your finger back and deep red stained your finger.

You looked at it and tilted your head.

Was it….only one way to find out.

You popped your finger in your mouth and gagged.

Blood.

You were shaking.

why the hell was blood in your kitchen?

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All Alastor wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and cuddle with you. Work has been chaotic with police reports and everyone wants to ask their opinion on the radio show.

He entered the house and shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, you were no where to be seen and it was quiet.

He decided to take his chances to see if you were in the kitchen, he didnt smell dinner, but that didnt mean that you werent in your little domain.

His eyes landed on the laundry cluttered on the table, his brows furrowing seeing the clothes he had meant to dispose.

“Darling?” he called; the sound of footsteps could be heard upstairs and finally you appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.

You didnt greet him like usual. You stood guarded.

He felt his shackled rise but he remained calm. 

A charming smile stretched across his face 

“No hello kiss? Im wounded dear” 

you frowned “Al…you want to tell me why when I was washing clothes that i found blood stains?”

You walked to the laundry and lifted out the spoiled clothes that were horribly washed and stained.

Al stiffened but composed himself “Had a bit of an accident that all dear”

Your eyes narrowed “An accident? then explain why my backsplash was replaced”

He tilted his head “replaced? Dearest the backsplash ain’t been changed its the same”

You waddled over and pulled the tile you had dug out, revealing a red stained wall.

”I had this kitchen made exactly to my liking. I had materials used that were durable and easy to clean. Quartz doesn’t stain, so tell me. Why is my wall stained?”

Alastor was quiet.

”This is blood Al! Why is there blood on my wall? In our house?”

”I skinned the deer in the kitchen. I didn’t want you throwing a fit,I know how much you love your kitchen dear, so I tried to clean it, but it was already too much and stained so I just did a slight home renovation.”

You shook your head “Youre lying” Alastor stiffened.

”What?”

”Youre lying. You’ve never skinned anything in my kitchen. Al…” you huffed, rubbing your belly for comfort.

”I’m a lot of things, but stupid id not one of them. You think that just because I hate the outdoors that I don’t know what deer blood looks like? This color is wrong. The meat in the stew was wrong and those bags…what was in those bags in the cellar?”

Alastor was quiet.

“Things in this house is missing. The shovel, the knives, your clothes have been replaced and my backsplash is different. What the hell-”

”It doesn’t concern you”

You blinked, stopping your rant.

”e-excuse me? Doesn’t concern me? Doesn’t concern me?! Alastor we are having a baby! How are we suppose to raise a child if you’re a killer?!”

You immediately stiffened.

oops.

Alastor’s eyes darkened “what did you say doll?”

Your stomach lurched.

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

”Y-Youre a killer…its…its you.”

He laughed.

A deep sound coming from his belly as he twirled in a circle in disbelief.

”Oh doll! That’s a good one. You have been reading the papers again huh? Oooh that’s a good one” he shook his head as he chuckled.

”Baby…that is one big accusation.”

He approached you slowly.

”A few bloody clothes, some missing items, a rancid stew and you think I’m a killer? What you think I’m the Bayou Killer?”

His smile fell.

”that’s a wild imagination you got dear”

Alastor took a deep breath as he settled his hands on your round hips “I’m no killer doll. I just got roughed up by a couple of goons who didn’t like what I had to say on the radio. That’s all it is”

He leaned down, almost like he meant to press his lips to your forehead in a reassuring kiss.

”there’s a body in my flower garden” you whispered, making him pause.

He blinked, a shaky chuckle escaping him “what?” He pulled back

”there’s a body in my flower garden.” You repeated, you felt a pain in your stomach, a hand going to rub the babe inside you soothingly.

”there’s not a body in the garden ” Alastor said, firmly.

”Then go look”

He sighed and went to make his way to the back porch and you followed behind him and once he stepped onto the porch, you quickly shut the door and locked it.

Alastor spun around. “Dearest?”

You were breathing hard as you stood on the other side of the door

”I am going to report you”

He frowned, hand wrapping around the door knob and jiggling it “baby this isnt funny…open the door”

You shook your head, he began to violently jiggle the handle, you backed away “no. If you wont tell me, then the officers will”

you disappeared into the house, leaving him banging at the door, his voice booming as he rammed against the door.

You had locked every door to the house and hid the keys.

Your back was aching and your stomach was twisting.

You could hear banging and Alastor’s voice echoing as he shouted at you to let him inside.

You ran upstairs and locked the door.

You paced.

Your head was spinning, your breathing was harsh and your stomach was hurting.

You groaned as you rubbed your belly

”its okay its okay” you whispered to your baby, rubbing your stomach.

A loud bang was heard throughout the house making you jump awake.

What the hell….

You quickly got up, grunting as pain shot through you.

It was dark now, the house pitch black and quiet except for his footsteps as he moved through the house.

”baby!” Alastor called.

You were sweating and in pain.

You groaned as you made your way to the bathroom to hide.

You heard a loud hacking noise, wood crunching and heavy footsteps.

You winced as you sunk into the tub.

it was quiet.

too quiet.

The doorhandle to your bedroom jingled, turning before a knock was heard.

You stayed quiet.

”Dearest open the door” you head him say, muffled through the door.

You said nothing.

How the hell did he get in house?

A loud bang to your door knocked the hinges.

A low grunt was heard and again a thud.

Over and over he rammed against thee door and then it was quiet.

You felt a pressure and then wetness coated your thighs. Your eyes widened and you gasped as clear liquid dripped from between your legs.

oh no…

WHACK!

Your head shot up.

WHACK!

The sound of something hitting the wooden door echoed.

”Youre making this harder than it needs to be” Alastor grunted.

WHACK!

An axe.

He was hacking at your door with an axe….

“I really did it for you dear.”

Wood crunching and cracking.

”You weren’t meant to know. No. Not my. Sweet wife.”

THUD!

WHACK!

CRACK!

Your fingers dug into the smoothness of the tub as you felt pressure in your hips.

The sound of wood cracking met your ears and then footsteps.

You let out a low grunt, forehead pressing into the cool tile.

A low, disheveled huff was heard and the door to the bathroom flung open and there was Alastor, holding an axe and breathing hard.

”You weren’t meant to find now. I made sure that you weren’t meant to know. Youre the only good thing that I have and I would be damned if….dearest?”

Your hair was sticking to your forehead and your face was contorted in pain.

Alastor threw the axe down and rushed to your side, face concerned.

”what is it? What’s wrong?”

Your eyes clenched as you grunted.

Alastor’s eyes looked you over, blood was slowly pooling into the tub.

You groaned as a wave of pain shot through you, leaving you breathless.

”The baby…the baby’s coming”

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Sorry it took me so long guys! BUT the long awaited chapter is here! Whew! What a whirlwind!

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[love-takes-work]

Highlights from the stream:

Here are the anecdotes shared during the epic draw-fest. Nearly all of them have been shared elsewhere at least once, but the new ones for me were about Greg Universe's orientation and the prototypical name for what Steven and Pearl's Fusion was going to be.

Rebecca Sugar loved Peridot's floating fingers and wanted to do all kinds of fun things with them before they would be gone forever. That's why we see her making arrows with them and biting them nervously in the episode right before she loses them.

When selecting clips for promotional use, they tried to be super careful about not picking anything that would show Peridot's real hands before the reveal had been aired. They didn't want a promo to accidentally ruin that surprise.

While doing the show they had an "eye theory" where the three main Gems would always have a different number of eyes showing. Pearl had both her eyes visible; Amethyst usually had one covered; and Garnet had either no eyes showing or three eyes showing.

With Rebecca and Ian's decision to get married and the characters Ruby and Sapphire being based on them, they figured well, of course now they have to get married too. (Though Rebecca and Ian got to do so AFTER their characters did!)

One of Rebecca's "post-Future theories" is that Steven gets a Gibson Hummingbird guitar.

Cookie Cat was originally based off of Cookie Puss, a very strange Carvell ice cream cake. It had a complicated backstory, which was appropriate for working with their own characters' complicated backstory. The branding and packaging of the Cookie Cat is important within the show.

Jeff Liu composed the Cookie Cat theme on a Game Boy and pitched it.

Rebecca has a "theory" regarding how Steven and Connie's faces kind of "fit together" with Connie's face sticking out at the top and Steven's face sticking out at the bottom.

Rebecca used to do a lot of fan comics, and learned a lot about storytelling while practicing with others' worlds and characters. They love when people make things based on these characters.

The original appearance of Rainbow Quartz was inspired by a music video from the Cars that Rebecca loved when they were younger. The Cars are referenced a lot throughout the show because their videos were a huge inspiration to Rebecca.

Lapis is very much based on a character from one of Rebecca's comics from the art school days.

Everybody on the Crew had different ideas of how Steven's head connected to his body and how his hair worked; Rebecca felt that they learned from everyone's various ideas.

If you've heard that Rebecca was against Finn being in a relationship while working on Adventure Time, that is not true. Rebecca worked on lots of the Flame Princess episodes. Finn and Flame Princess were still together when Rebecca left the show (last episode "Simon and Marcy").

Greg Universe's sexuality was never explicitly stated on the show, but Rebecca thinks of him as sexually fluid. Regarding him as bisexual is also completely valid--and appreciated by Rebecca as a bisexual creator who puts lots of their own personal traits into characters and feels that bisexual characters are pretty rare. Greg's gender on the show is pretty solidly established as male, so Ian says he is probably not gender fluid, but Rebecca is fine with alternate headcanons about that too.

Some of the earliest concept art from "Mr. Greg" was everybody in suits. Getting everyone in a suit was a primary agenda.

Everyone also wanted Connie to have a Space Camp outfit in the earliest concepts for her design in the movie.

Rebecca used to love doing signings while doing the show because it was like a chance to come up for air and go back to work energized by knowing how many people were touched by the show.

Rebecca Sugar wanted Pink Diamond to feel a bit influenced/inspired, design-wise, by the work of Iwao Takamoto. Rebecca loved his work in the Hanna-Barbera Alice in Wonderland and on Sleeping Beauty.

Rebecca drew the rough of the poster's art and Danny Hynes did the colors. Rebecca loves that they got to do this poster because they didn't get to do the final Comic Con with any art depicting Future or beyond (the finale of Future coincided with the emergence of Covid, so everything was closed down), so this is their way of "going rogue" and doing it!

An early prototype of a Steven/Pearl Fusion was called Coral. Rebecca said maybe they could share some drawings of this Fusion sometime. Rebecca shared this factoid with the viewers while drawing Rainbow Quartz 2.0, and mentioned that Ian boarded the scenes including their introduction.

Rebecca would often draw Garnet with a huge smile on her face whenever Garnet was the requested character--even before Garnet had made an expression like that on any aired episode. They had to be careful not to drop any Garnet lore before viewers knew what her center was about. For the short period before "Alone Together" had aired that they were doing conventions, some people were getting mysteriously grinning Garnets and not being familiar with that expression, but once the episodes aired, they understood for sure.

Shelby Rabara, Peridot's voice actor, is a professional dancer, and she choreographed the tap-dancing in "Mr. Greg" as well as provided the foot-taps that you actually hear in the show during the dancing.

Rebecca thinks of art and writing as just two different ways of expressing what you mean--they're not exactly as different from each other as most people think.

Everyone on the Crew was so excited about Steven's neck as an older teen. Mainly because figuring out how Steven's head joins to his body was an issue in original SU.

Unfortunately, while it was also kinda nice to see so many people enjoying Rebecca's drawings and commentary, there was a lot of rudeness and obnoxiousness in the chat. I know, I know, it's expected; I too live on the internet. But I'm disappointed to say the chat was full of people demanding Black Diamond, or repeating their own name and what character they want every 3 seconds (like, literally, pasting it over and over again for a long period of time), or harassing them about "weird Ed Edd and Eddy art," or spamming "REBECCA WHAT WAS IN THE CHEST," or wanting constantly for them to say hi to them personally, or repeatedly asking if Rebecca has read Homestuck. Or even writing snotty things like "maybe you should stop drawing and get up and give us a new season." Holy shit. can u not

(I didn't want to get a live-signed one, but I did get one of these to be sketched later! Mine is supposed to get Lion on it. I love Rebecca and the SU crew for bringing us new art and fun discussions in 2024.)

[geologyin-blog]

The Eyes of Africa. Composed of several white, semi-translucent quartz crystals and large, green and black Alien Eye Fluorites, 

from Erongo Region, Namibia.

Photo: Alain Truong

[quartztwst]

Your Local Flower Bullies

(No Yan Sim AU)

Their names (left to right): Anisette Selcouth, Daisy Marguerite, and Rosa Russelliana!!

They don’t rule the school since the student council does but they do have power and they abuse it constantly. They come from rich families and their families constantly support the school which makes Headmaster/Principal Crowley SUUUPPERRR happy to allow their kids to attend the school.

They are also Quartz’ past friends. They hold grudges against her.

Anisette Selcouth

Anisette loves to put on a show where people believe she's this elegant and kind woman. She loves the praise and compliments so she shows off a lot and puts others down. Sometimes she'll even manipulate things into making herself look good. The student council and staff might believe she's a well composed and mature student but she's absolutely ruthless and terrible to certain classmates.

She only picks on the weak and lonely because she knows people won't believe them.

"Ah? Quartz? That dumb girl? Hah! I can't believe I used to be friends with her. If you want more information on her, then you have the wrong person. I barely knew her myself."

Anisette and Quartz were friends since middle school until Quartz left the friend group at the start of highschool. Anisette was clearly angry about this since she felt like Quartz was her closest friend.. yet... she didn't know her at all.

During their friendship, Anisette vented a lot to Quartz about her family. She never felt so vulnerable with a person before and really appreciated Quartz's comfort and support.. But Quartz would never share any personal information to her in return which annoyed her. She wanted Quartz to feel comfortable with her too. (Ok this sounds so gay but stay with me now)

Quartz was always there for her yet she left so easily. Did their friendship mean nothing? Was picking on other students too much? What did she do wrong?

Or is it that boy Azul?

Daisy Marguerite

Daisy is a bright but sneaky girl. She really loves to spread gossip and rumors. She's actually the one making up every single rumor. Not a lot of people suspect her because of her "sweet" attitude.

Although she has a friend group, she actually feels really lonely and talks to flowers like they're her friends. She realizes after Quartz leaving, they all were starting to drift away and pay attention to other things. She only makes up rumors and gossip so she could be together with Anisette and Rosa.

She feels really useless to everyone and so the only place she would feel useful in is with her flowers. They won't leave her because they need her right?

"Quartz? Oh, her!.. That lonely girl that likes Azul? I find her kinda weird hehe.. Hey! I heard that she's actually a mean person! She used to beat other students up during middle school. Like I might be a little mean... but Quartz is WAYY worse! Hehe!"

She hates Quartz and resents her. She didn't have to leave the friend group and ruin everything. She messed up the closeness and warmth they had. Why couldn't she just stay?

Daisy finds Quartz idiotic and selfish because now she's alone again. No one wants to hang out with her. They're all busy. They're all gonna realize how much of a bad person she was and make fun of her. She hates being a butt of a joke. She doesn't want that again now that no one will care.

Rosa Russelliana

Rosa is slowly becoming a reformed bully. In the past, she used to hang with Anisette and Daisy and just mess with other students. She thought it was fun at first but she slowly realized how wrong it was. She was also a slacker in her past school days. Her grades and attendance were LOW low.

Because of her horrible reputation and rumors of her beating up other kids, everyone was intimidated by her and her strength. She gave up on joining a club and stays by Anisette and Daisy, accepting her role as some mean girl. Most of the time, she's alone and doing her own thing though.

"Quartz? Oh, yeah. I remember her.. I was friends with her once. I always thought her attitude was kinda fake y'know. Maybe she was faking it for us? So she wouldn't get bullied.."

Rosa doesn't know the reason why Quartz left. She doesn't even know if she even attends the school anymore because she doesn't see her. But Rosa accepts it because she understands that the environment they created was horribly toxic.

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst - Y/N Information

Amethyst is a variety of quartz that is typically purple in color, its known for its beautiful and calming color, and it is also believed to have spiritual and healing properties.

Read About your personal Info for my "My Hero Academia Fanfiction: Amethyst"

Personal Info / Appearance:

Name: Y/N Todoroki Gender: Female Age: 17 Birthday: Y/B Haircolor: Natural Ombrè (White Top and Red in the lengths) Eye Color: e/c SkinTone: s/t

Height: y/h (the boys are all taller in my mind) Weight: y/w

BloodType: O

General Information:

Occupation: No. 3 Pro-Hero Hero Name: Amethyst

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Occupation: UA Student Class 1-A

Close Friends: Hawks, Denki, Kirishima

Speed: 5/5 Power: 5/5 Intelligence: 4/5 Coordination: 5/5 Cooperation: 2/5

Personality

Y/N is an extroverted individual who is independent and known for her straightforwardness, which can sometimes come across as cold and unemotional. She is Calm and composed, yet brutal in combat. It's not easy to break down her mental barriers, as she doesn't trust others easily. However, she is always there for people in need, especially for those closest to her, for whom she would do anything. Secretly a softie.

Quirk:

Quirk Name: Ice Flames (Purpleflames)

Explanation: Y/N possesses the extraordinary power to unleash icy lilac flames from her hands, with the ability to control the speed at which these flames freeze. She can also change the flames from a gaseous state, to liquid or solid. When she freezes something, the resulting ice resembles glistening amethyst crystals.

Y/N can also use Cyrokinesis; She's able to control and manipulate existing Ice or Snow.

Drawbacks:

1. If Y/N's flames remain in a gaseous state for too long, it drains her immense power, often causing her to lose consciousness. Her hands suffer greatly from the cold of her flames, sometimes leaving her unable to feel them for hours or even days.

2. Overheating: Although her flames are cold/frozen, her body temperature can rise if she uses her power for too long or too intensely.

History:

Y/N is the daughter of Rei Todoroki and Enji Todoroki, also known as Endeavor. Following the passing of her older brother Toya, Enji devoted himself to training both her and her younger brother Shoto to become future Pro-Heroes. Unlike Shoto, Y/N did not resist; secretly, she dreamed of fulfilling her deceased brother's dream and becoming a Pro-Hero. Since the incident involving Toya, she has had a strained relationship with her family, especially with Shoto, with whom she was once closest. At the age of 14, Y/N rushed to the aid of Pro-Heroes and assisted in battle, prompting Endeavor to intensify her training. In a remarkably short time, she obtained her Hero license and has since been acknowledged as the youngest Pro-Hero.

She is extremely popular in the Hero world, but due to her rapid rise, she had little contact with people her age and had no semblance of a normal childhood. Three years later, under public pressure, Y/N is now expected to attend UA to receive proper training to become a true superhero.

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Klick here for: Amethyst. - Masterlist

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This is how I imagine Y/N Todoroki:

[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Two: Scott Summers

Scott Summers x Fem! Reader | Sensory Deprivation |

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Sub! Scott, Dom!Reader, Sensory deprivation, p in v, cowgirl Synopsis: Scott Summers, the normally composed and in-control leader of the X-Men, explores his vulnerable side with the reader. WC: 2.4K

| Day One | | Kinktober masterlist |  | Day Three |

The low hum of the bedroom’s ambient light fills the space with a faint glow, casting soft shadows over the sleek furniture. Scott Summers, leader of the X-Men, stands before you, his muscles taut, posture rigid as he shifts from foot to foot. His lips are slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow, almost hesitant exhales, betraying the nerves beneath his usually composed exterior.

Tonight, things are different. Scott isn’t leading a mission, strategizing in the Danger Room, or donning the confident facade of Cyclops. Tonight, he's laid bare — vulnerable, and eager to explore something new under your command.

You stand a few steps away, letting the silence between you stretch for a few more moments, savoring the tension building in the air. In your hand, you hold a black silk blindfold. Soft, smooth, yet imbued with an undeniable sense of control. Scott’s ruby-quartz glasses still sit on his face, the thin barrier separating him from the world — and from you.

“Take them off,” you murmur, voice firm, yet sensual.

His hands instinctively twitch toward his glasses, and for a split second, he hesitates. Trust is something Scott doesn’t give lightly, but in this room, with you, he feels safe enough to surrender. Slowly, he removes the glasses, his eyes closed tightly as though he's afraid of what might happen if they flicker open. He holds the glasses out to you, and you take them, placing them on the nightstand.

“Good boy,” you purr, stepping closer to him. You can feel his breath catch at the praise. You’ve learned over time that even someone as strong, as commanding, as Scott craves approval in moments like these.

You reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jawline, his sharp features softened by the flickering light. The way his body reacts to your touch — the subtle tightening of his muscles, the sharp intake of breath — sends a shiver of anticipation through you. He’s on edge, and you haven’t even begun yet.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” you whisper, your lips grazing his ear. He visibly shudders, his mouth opening as though to say something, but he quickly presses his lips together, waiting for your instruction.

You bring the silk blindfold to his eyes, sliding the cool fabric over his closed lids. The knot tightens at the back of his head, securing him in darkness, depriving him of his most relied-upon sense. Scott lets out a shaky breath as the blindfold cuts him off from the visual world, leaving him in complete submission to you.

He’s vulnerable now, and you can feel his nervousness mixing with anticipation. He’s always been the one in control — calculating, leading, always aware of his surroundings. But tonight, he’s willingly giving that power to you, and the knowledge of it makes your heart race.

You trail your fingers down his neck, slowly, deliberately, letting your nails graze his skin. His breath hitches again, his body subtly leaning into your touch. You can sense how much he’s fighting to maintain his composure, every muscle in his body taut with restraint.

“Relax,” you command softly, your hands sliding down his chest. He obeys, letting out a slow breath, his shoulders easing.

Guiding him backward, you push him gently onto the bed, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress before he sits down. You straddle his hips, pressing your body against his, feeling the tension thrumming through him like a coiled wire ready to snap. Scott’s hands hover by his sides, unsure of where to place them, but you grab his wrists and guide them above his head, securing them in place with the soft restraints you had prepared earlier.

His breathing quickens as he tests the bonds, finding himself completely at your mercy. You lean down, your lips hovering just above his. He tilts his head toward you, seeking the connection, but you pull back, teasing him, enjoying the way his body strains toward yours, desperate for contact.

“Please…” he whispers, his voice low, filled with need. It’s rare to hear Scott beg, and it sends a thrill through you.

“Not yet,” you whisper back, your lips brushing against his ear again, causing him to shudder. “You’ll get what you want when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Your fingers glide down his chest, taking your time, lingering over every ridge of muscle, every sensitive spot you’ve come to know so well. His body arches beneath you, seeking more, but you keep your touch light, tantalizing, never giving him what he truly craves. The blindfold heightens his sensitivity, every brush of your fingers sending jolts of pleasure through him.

You shift slightly, letting your nails drag down his torso, and his breath comes out in a sharp gasp. The control you have over him, the way he reacts to every touch, is intoxicating. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his need growing with every passing second, but you aren’t ready to let him have what he wants just yet.

You lean down, your lips ghosting over his neck before you kiss the sensitive skin beneath his ear. He tilts his head to the side, exposing more of himself to you, and you take full advantage, letting your teeth graze the skin there, a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes him moan softly.

“Do you like that, baby?” you ask, your voice low, sultry.

“Yes…” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hips shift beneath you, the restrained movement betraying his desperation.

“Good. Because I plan on doing much more,” you purr, your hand sliding further down his body, teasing the edge of his waistband. You can feel his body tense beneath your fingers, anticipation crackling in the air between you.

You lean down, your mouth near his ear once more, your voice a seductive whisper. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," he replies without hesitation, his voice shaky but sincere.

You smile wickedly, the power of his trust feeding into the delicious tension building between you. The air in the room feels charged, thick with anticipation as you draw back just slightly, allowing the absence of your touch to drive him wild for a moment longer.

“Good.” Your voice is low, husky, filled with the promise of what’s to come. Scott’s chest rises and falls more quickly now, the shallow rhythm of his breathing betraying how close he is to unraveling.

You let your fingers glide down the center of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. The curve of your palm trails lower, tracing the line of his hip bone before dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. The rough sound of the fabric brushing against his skin as you tug them down makes his entire body tense. He’s completely exposed to you now, fully vulnerable, restrained, blindfolded — yet utterly consumed by the anticipation of your next move.

You bite your lip, letting your gaze roam over his body, admiring the way his muscles twitch with each slow stroke of your fingers along his thighs. The cool air in the room contrasts with the heat rolling off him in waves. His arousal is painfully obvious, his need evident in every strained gasp, every subtle arch of his hips.

“Tell me how it feels,” you murmur, your voice dark, as you graze your fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, so close to where he wants you most, but not quite giving in.

“Feels… god, feels so good,” he breathes out, voice hoarse with need. You can hear the strain, the desire cracking through his usual composure. His head tilts back, lips parting as he tries to control his breath, but it’s futile. He’s fully at your mercy.

You lean down, your lips brushing against the tender skin just above his waistband, teasing him, tasting the salt of his skin as you kiss a slow path up his abdomen. Every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue makes his body twitch beneath you, his hands pulling uselessly against the restraints as he tries to reach for you. But he can’t, and you know he loves that.

His breathing is ragged, his body trembling beneath you as you move higher, hovering over him with a dangerous smile. “You’re shaking, Scott,” you whisper against his chest, nipping gently at his skin. “Are you that desperate for me?”

“Yes,” he groans, the single word barely making it past his lips as his head falls back against the pillow. “I need you… Please.”

The sound of his begging sends a wave of heat straight through you, making you ache with the desire to finally give him what he’s craving. But not yet. Not until you’ve wrung every last ounce of control from him.

You sit up, just enough to position yourself over him, pressing your body against his. He inhales sharply, his muscles tensing again, a low groan escaping his throat as your heat aligns with his. Even through the thin fabric separating you from him, the contact is electric. His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking more, but you keep your hips firmly pressed down, denying him the satisfaction.

“Not so fast,” you purr, rolling your hips slightly, grinding against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. His breath comes in harsh gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to not push for more.

The blindfold has left him fully immersed in sensation, every touch of yours amplified, every moment of delay driving him further to the edge. He’s at your mercy, trapped between the pleasure you’re giving him and the agony of having to wait.

“Please…” The word comes out more desperate this time, his voice broken with need. His body arches beneath you, hips straining upward, seeking friction, release — anything.

You smile, finally satisfied with how far you’ve pushed him, and lean down again, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, hungry kiss. His mouth opens eagerly under yours, and for a brief moment, you let him feel the full intensity of your desire. The kiss is rough, heated, filled with all the pent-up tension between you, and his groan of relief sends a rush of heat through you.

With a quick movement, you shift, freeing yourself of the last remaining barriers between you and him. His body goes rigid beneath you as you position yourself over him, the tip of him pressing against your slick heat, and you pause for just a heartbeat, savoring the moment before you sink down onto him.

The feeling is overwhelming, the heat, the stretch, the way his body fills you perfectly. You let out a low moan, your nails digging into his chest as you take him fully inside you. Scott’s reaction is immediate — his body jerks beneath you, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat, his hips bucking upward to meet yours.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and ragged, barely able to contain himself as you begin to move. The pace is slow at first, deliberately torturous, your hips rolling against his in a slow, sensuous rhythm that has him shaking beneath you.

You keep your hands planted firmly on his chest, feeling the way his muscles clench and flex under your touch, as you ride him with agonizing slowness. Every roll of your hips, every subtle shift of your body sends sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you, the tension in the air building with every second.

Scott is completely lost to you now, the sounds spilling from his lips raw and desperate. His hands flex above his head, still bound, unable to touch you, and you can see how much it’s driving him wild. He’s always been so in control, so composed — but here, under your command, he’s unraveling.

You pick up the pace, moving faster now, riding him harder as your own need begins to take over. The slick sound of your bodies moving together, the way he fills you so completely, the deep groans and gasps escaping from his lips — it’s almost too much. You can feel the heat building inside you, the coil tightening, ready to snap.

Scott’s breathing is erratic now, his body trembling beneath you as he strains against the restraints, his hips driving upward to meet your every thrust. “I… I’m close,” he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure, barely able to get the words out as he teeters on the edge.

“Not yet,” you whisper, your voice tight with the effort to hold back your own release. “You’re going to wait.”

His groan of frustration sends a fresh wave of heat through you, but you don’t relent. You ride him harder, faster, pushing both of you to the brink, your nails digging into his skin as you lose yourself in the sensation of him inside you. The tension is unbearable now, the pleasure overwhelming, and you know you can’t hold out much longer.

“Now,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper as you finally give him permission. “Come for me, Scott.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his body explodes beneath you. He lets out a raw, guttural moan as his release overtakes him, his hips jerking upward uncontrollably as he pulses inside you.  The feeling of him coming undone beneath you, the raw power of his climax, sends you over the edge with him. You cry out, your body shuddering as your climax crashes over you in waves, as you ride him through the final moments of ecstasy.

For a few moments, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, both of you spent, trembling, and utterly satisfied. You collapse onto his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath you as you come down from the high.

Slowly, you reach up to untie his wrists, gently rubbing the red marks left by the restraints. Scott pulls the blindfold off,  his unshielded eyes remain closed as he cautiously adjusts to the shift in sensation.

“Here,” you whisper, carefully guiding the glasses back into his hands, watching as his fingers curl around the frames, holding them with the ease of routine.

Scott slips them on, and when his eyes finally open, the familiar barrier is back between him and the world — but not between him and you. His gaze, even shielded behind the lenses, is filled with gratitude and an intimacy that goes far deeper than words. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you again, holding you tightly as your bodies melt together in the warm, quiet aftermath.

“You know how to take care of me,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion.

“Always,” you reply, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. In this moment, the trust between you feels unbreakable, the bond deeper than any physical connection could ever be.

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