#Stream of Conciousness blurb

[spymeister]

It is cold in the PNW. He has found himself a car blanket, his vents exhaling in frosty clouds before him. A faint smile curls full lips up, and he touches the faint point of ice here and there - dangling from conifer branches like tinsel.

He can feel his joints aching, his lines constricting- Polyhexians are not used to such temperatures. His place of emergence had been in the womb of Cybertron, scampering along like the scraplet he was along innumerable tunnels.

And dark hubs.

The temperature had never risen, nor fallen from the steady twenty degree Celsius. The atmosphere had been humid, unchanging- perfect for the small hoard of rambunctious sparklings he'd molted with.

Earth, though...

Earth is alien in all the ways that count. Earth is a planet of extremes, from the most frigid poles to the burning equator and all points and people in between. Music flows like the twitter of crystaldoves, and he finds himself in love with this place for more than one reason.

The human holidays are coming soon, and he's looking forward to the gift-giving and time-spending that comes with it.

For now, however- he's quite content.

Singing his song, and walking along his winter wonderland.

[naughty-teddy-innit]

Show Me - A deliciously Smutty Pissed-off Ed Sheeran oneshot.

So, as is want to happen in our chats, I came across this pic on IG last night and had to share:

And then...

@daisies--daisies felt the need to encourage my dirty train of thought, and this whole thing just... Took shape. And so I splurged it into chat. And really very much hurt myself. Oops. 😘

So without further Ado....

SHOW ME....🔥

A mature, Smutty, Ed Sheeran oneshot.

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You've been out all night, a few too many drinks and you've been a little too friendly with the cute waiter or bartender. You're kinda naturally flirty when you're tipsy, a little handsier than you'd normally be, and his eyes have been following you. Your only interest is the free shots the cute blonde bartender keeps slinging your way, but in his inebriated state, that's not what's going through HIS mind. He's a rather affectionate drunk himself, but... after watching you brush your fingertips along that barkeeps bloody muscled forearm? That giggle and bite to your lower lip that he loves so much - he's about DONE. You don't happen to notice the way his eyes narrow or the way his lips have thinned. You happen to be wearing his favourite dress, the one cut low in the back that shows off your ass (Which he's never been known to get enough of) and he's been dying to peel it off you all night...

Only.... Now? He's irritated. Fuck this. Maybe it's not his cock you want at the end of the night. His thoughts might be clouded by a tad too much gin, but he doesn't give two shits. He'd been wanting to get you out of that goddamn dress since the first moment he'd seen you in, but now... Well, he just might be ready to take another tact when he drags you out of that bar.

So now... You're in the back of your Uber, and in your rosy, tipsy state, you just want to throw him against the backseat and have your way with him. He's in your favourite skinnies and a button down that shows off just a peek of lion, and his leather jacket, though it's off him now, crumpled and abandoned in the seat next to him. You just want to stroke him through his jeans while you slide your tongue down his throat, he always tastes so delicious when he's been drinking and you want that sexy cinnamon scruff leaving its mark on you. But. nope. He's not into it. His eyes, blue and clouded, are straight forward, not even acknowledging your usually convincing pout. He's biting his lip, all the more to torture you, but in spite of your all efforts, he is NOT responding.

You make it home in silence. He unbuckles his seatbelt, still not a single word spoken, and gestures for you to follow him inside. Once you've stumbled safely in, ever the gentleman, he still helps you out of your coat. It's tossed over the banister with no forethought and then slowly, carefully he leans himself against the deep wood door frame leading into your living room. His

"... Wanna tell me what in the fuck that was?" His voice is low, even, and not remotely messing about. He doesn't blink.

You're at a bit of a loss, this is not like him, and you're not sure where he's going with this. It was only a bit of drunken fun....

"Teddy..." You bite your lip and look up at him through your heavily smudged lashes. "I'm here with you. I came home, with you. I am yours. Nobody else gets to fuck me tonight. Only you...." You reach to touch his face, intending to show him exactly how much meaning your words hold, but he's not having it. Not the littlest bit.

"Dunno." He says, very little inflection to his voice, the bright colours of his arms folded tightly across his chest. "Tim the Barkeep seemed to have your attention tonight. Maybe it's his cock you want?"

Your brow furrows and heat flushes through your face and body. "... Fuck are you talking about? The only cock I'm interested in is yours, you-"

He cuts you off. "That so?" He's straightened up, unfolded his arms and now his fingers are slowly slipping each button loose on his plaid button down. The sexy thatch of cinnamon chest hair that adorns his lion, the soft curls that always turn you on, are slowly becoming visible and you can feel that flush of heat throb between your thighs.

There's a glint in his eye as he undoes the last button, and very methodically, he slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he leans back against the wooden door frame.

"Maybe you should get on your knees and show me..."

He's a man who rarely shows his displeasure... And this sudden attitude, as much as you might loathe to admit it, is having a massive effect on you. You can already feel the heat, the ache, between your legs at the sight of him staring you down, his lean, inked up torso and chest on full display.

You don't say a word, perhaps just a raised eyebrow and a bitten lip, as you slowly advance on him. The silver of his belt is still pressed snugly against his tattooed flowers, and his jeans, your favourite tight black ones, are still buttoned over his narrow hips and strong thighs. You maintain eye contact as you drop to your parted knees, reaching for his belt. Your fingers nimbly, slowly, unbuckle his belt and work the button loose at the waistband of his jeans. You find yourself licking your lips, your breath catching at the pretty ginger hairs that trail down into his tight grey Calvin's, and at the prominent tenting already beginning to strain at the confines of his tight jeans.

"Your cock..." You breathe, as you press a kiss into the soft, inked skin above the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Is the only one I want to taste...."

"...Fuckin' right, Love... "

You hear the growl in his words as you tug his boxers down, over his hips, allowing the pretty pink of him to spring up against the colours of his belly, and the fiery orange strands that surrounds it. Your mouth all but waters as you press a messy kiss to the tip of him, and you look up just to see his clouded blue eyes lock with yours.

"Show me."

You flatten your tongue, allowing it to glide up the entire length of his cock, once, twice, while your hand curls around the base him, drawing his cock away from his body so that you have the access all you need. Your other hand has found the outside of his thick thigh, warm and taut and fuzzy, a tight grip that's got his body right pressed as closely to you as possible. Your warm, wet mouth slides around his plump head, and you purposely let out a hum of contentment as your tongue swirls around him. He's tastes so fucking good, and you want to SHOW him how wrong he is. This is ALL you want. You moan around him again, and revel in how his whole body tenses and shudders at your touch.

You go slowly at first, his size means you must allow for a bit of adjustment as you take him in as far into your throat as you can... but God, you might as well be starving, you just can't get enough. You move your mouth up and down over his shaft, all the while continuing to glide your tongue over the smooth, silky skin and plump head in your mouth, the same head that's all but fucking into the back of your mouth.

"S'Fuckin good.... Jesus... You take me so good, love...."

You pick up the pace, just a tick, while your hand, your fist, is following your mouth, warm and moist and sticky from your ministrations. Circling, tugging as as you suck at his head, letting your tongue dance over the super sensitive V underneath.

One of his warm hands is tangled in your hair, not yanking, not rough, but just holding onto you, while his other hand is flat against the wall beside you. His hips, they're moving in messy thrusts to meet your mouth, out of his control judging by the gasped breaths of air and "Oh fuck... Baby... Oh... Fuck's" that are tumbling from his pretty pink lips. He's fucking into the back of your throat, practically with abandon as you've pushed past all your gag reflexes, your only goal to make him come so hard he loses his mind and remembers that you are HIS and no one else's.

Your hand is wrapped around his hip, tightly gripping his asscheek, you don't want even a sliver of space between your mouth and his pelvis while he fucks your mouth to orgasm. He's rocking his cock into your mouth, over, and over, and over, and your tongue never lets up, lapping at him from the inside while you keep your mouth sealed around his rock hard flesh as tight as you can. Both of his warm hands fist your hair as it all begins to overtake him, and you moan as he frantically chases his orgasm, the sounds and vibration the icing on the cake.

"OH FUCK...." His voice echoes through the room and you can hear, feel, his long, LOW growl. His hips stutter as you feel bursts of his salty, sticky warm fluid fill your mouth, landing on your tongue. His hands are still holding your head as his hips rock one last time, another small spurt landing on your tongue, and then he slows. You gaze up at him, your hand gently palming his slowly softening cock, and swallow, softly suckling at the head. His beautiful eyes are still dark, glazed, watching you, until his head falls back and his body sags. His breathing is still coming unever and ragged as he suddenly realizes how tightly he's holding your hair. He gently untangles his fingers, smoothing your hair back and pushing the errant locks gently behind your ear, and with a slight grin, pulls you to your feet.

His lips are on yours, deep and messy and with intent (He's never minded his taste after coming in your mouth, and he's ALWAYS shows his gratitude. One of the many things that makes you feel so loved and appreciated.)

"Teddy..." You whisper once he's pulled back. "Never doubt me again. Yours? Is the ONLY one I will ever want."

"Mmm." He murmurs. "Guess I needed to be sure. I'm a lucky lad. And I know it. I think, now, though..." His lips find yours in a deep, lingering, heated kiss, his hands travelling over the rise of your asscheeks, pressing you up against the length of him. "I'd like to get that dress off and taste how lucky I am for m'self..... If you'll have me?"

Your lips curve into a smile, the knot in your belly aching deep and hot at the thought of what was to come.

"Show me, Teddy... "

(A/N - Hope y'all this Sunday afternoon distraction, please do let me know whatcha think or if you enjoyed it. I LOVE hearing from you guys, no matter whether it's a Reblog, Anon Ask or PM. ❤️🔥❤️)

[wildstar25]

Today in Arsay Nun's "I don't know this bit of miqo'te culture and this point im too afraid to ask" is how the seeker name system works and that she could have dropped the y in shtola's name months ago

Y’mhitra being the one to question why Arsay keeps using their tribe signifier if she and Shtola are so close and Arsay being like “???? That’s not just a nickname???” (Poor girl was raised by Lalafell where [I'm pretty sure] it's rude to shorten someone's name*, so nicknames arent something she's used to) *[I remember reading that somewhere at least but I cant find the source for that. Please correct me if im wrong!]

Anways queue Arsay getting a lecture from Y'mhitra regarding seeker naming conventions and the tribe name origins. (She'll have to write to Emrara and ask what her father's full name was) This get's accompanied by Y'mhitra saying Arsay can drop the y in her name too. After all the summoner quests they've gone through, they've become pretty good friends!

Arsay would question whether she should wait for permission from Y'shtola instead of accidentally upsetting her. Would she not have said something if Arsay using the tribe name bothered her? Y'mhitra shrugs, sighting her sister's tendency for maintaining walls between herself and other people. She gives Arsay a mini pep talk, telling her she should be the one to help break down some walls.

Arsay is still fairly nervous about it but she goes off to find her gf. When they link up, Arsay gives a tentative "Hi, Shtola". Y'shtola's ears twitch. Arsay fears for the worse, only to be met with a soft smile and a simple "hello Arsay". If the slight raising of her tail was anything to go by, Shtola was pleased to be greeted that way by Arsay.

[shylockgnomes]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how tags work on fics. They are a little like warnings but also like a blurb. I have a fic I’m writing right now... and two of my tags at Tourette’s Syndrome and epilepsy. People know the canon characters... they could apply to them. But they apply to my OC. Through the use of bits in the prose and dialogue you can figure out these tags apply to this character. So when I just dropped a Tourettey stream of conciousness in for this characters POV as a chapter it wasn’t a big surprise. Yes, it’s jarring but living in that is jarring to the person who is in it and that gives that feel. I probably need to add ADHD... I forgot that but... big surprise. But yeah it’s really interesting how we treat the tags as part of what would be a blurb in print media.

[naughty-teddy-innit]

So.... New (Smutty) fic/blurb today anyone? 👀 😈

This isn't the one I was originally working on for @a-lemon-and-a-bottle-of-gin (Though it's still there, and I'm still working on it, but Omg WORDS. ARE. SO. HARD)

However, yesterday, THIS hit me on Insta:

Pissed off Ed.....

And lucky @daisies--daisies was hit by one of Stream of Conciousness blurbs which I'm in the process of cleaning up and putting together..and I damn near killed MYSELF.

Anyone interested...? 😘

[naughty-teddy-innit]

A Smutty NSFW Ed Stream of Conciousness Ed Blurb 🔥🐻

{Inspired by Drunky, dancing, sweaty, Gangsta in Da Club Teddy}

AKA Group Chat is a dirty, dangerous place 🔥

Hope you enjoy...

You're barely home, he's all sweaty from dancing and gettin' his Gangsta on all night, all musky boy smell and traces of faded cologne, the curls at his neck and ears are messy and sweat soaked. You're so impatient, not enough coordination or patience or time to take all your clothes off... Your hazy, tipsy, shots-laced self only wants, needs one thing… Those messy, drunky, I wanna taste you and fuck you all at the same kisses, he's got you, all while trying to undress you… ..He's got your panties off and your skirt yanked up, shirt pushed up (no bra thank CHRIST) all in in drunken, carnal haste. You'd be fumbling with his belt, trying to concentrate your fuzzy alcohol laced thoughts on getting it undone, wanting his cock out of his pants, still while tasting every bit of his mouth, his lips, his tongue. He helps you by yanking his belt off and unzipping, yanking at his jeans and boxers, all while his lips have not left yours.

He can absolutely see how impatient you are, why's that cocky smirk so fucking sexy?

"Right here, yeah...?" he breathes slowly, the bright colours of his arms quickly lifting you up under your thighs, and pressing you to the wall right inside the door. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist in all too eager response, his pants are BARELY peeled down his thighs, only enough so that he can palm his cock. He exhales: a growl that rumbles from his chest, the dirty smirk on his face still belaying his enjoyment at your rushed intentions, and before you can catch a breath or tell him to get on with it, he's balls deep, and oh fuck, your head tips back and you hand reaches down, over his hip to squeeze his perfect, fuzzy little round ass....

You just want it hard and dirty, you need him to fuck the hell out of you, you're trying to match his rhythm but the copious amounts of gin and vodka sluicing through your blood are NOT helping....His hips are messy and sharp and all but jackhammering you into deep wood of the door frame. His eyes are wide the fuck open, fixed on you and the "Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." that fall from his lips, the sweat that's gathering at the copper strands at his forehead… There is nothing sexier than when this man is about come, mid-fuck, mouth hanging open and pupils own wide, his ass flexing as he fucks into you, you can feel under the grip of your palm, the lines of his broad shoulders lifting and tightening with every movement....

It's comes on so fast, that pooling of heat and cold fire deep in your belly, it just erupts, and goes on and on, waves and contractions of pure pleasure. The wordless shriek, the high pitched "Ahhhh fuck YES.... Teddy I'm... Fuck...." and he's right there with you and you can FEEL the warmth between your thighs as low, raspy "Ah ah ahhhhh's" are tumbling from his lips, those pretty lips he always bites as that last bit of his orgasm tears through him....

You can actually feel his heart slamming against his inked up chest, pressed against yours. He slips out of you, and gingerly helps you set your feet on the floor, and you both sort of giggle amidst catching your respective breaths, and you find yourselves both sliding into a sort of collapsed against the wall sitting position. He presses his forehead to yours, and a flash of that sexy little shit smirk crosses his face. "Well. That wasn't shit..." and he cackles at your expression. "Lucky your dick is so talented, Edward." You raise an eyebrow, biting done on the grin that threatens. "Think I'll keep you." "Lucky me..." he murmurs, and grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Hope you guys like it. Think I turned my damn self on... Phew. Comments, Asks (Even Anon ones!), feedback, it's all loved and appreciated.

Also @fingersnthumbsbaby and @whydontijustleavethisrighthere still get the blame for this, I'm pretty sure 😙

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