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[asurrogateblog]

The Syd Poll

the topic of this poll is one that is frequently avoided in the pink floyd fandom, but inevitably one we all consider – our individual views on what we think caused syd's psychological struggles (and by extension, led to his departure from the band). I think that – at least in this neighborhood of tumblr – this is a conversation we are capable of having in a way that is civil, nuanced, and at least minimally disrespectful to syd.

So, to help facilitate this, here are some ground rules:

let's all assume we have a mutual understanding of the complexities of this. syd could never actually be reduced down to a poll, and all of our viewpoints are limited in various ways

the poll options just serve as just a conversation starter, and responses are not necessarily a statement of absolute beliefs

feel free to discuss as much or as little of your own perspective as you feel comfortable sharing.

in the case that debates break out, please try to assume good intent – and also demonstrate it (unless, for instance, someone is being blatantly insulting beyond a misunderstanding that needs correcting)

please do NOT vote if you are not actually a pink floyd fan with at least basic knowledge about what we're talking about here.

The options I've included below are not meant to be exhaustive, they are simply the "theories" that I have seen most commonly circulated. I have also decided not to include combinations. I'm fairly sure we'd all agree multiple factors were involved. Rather than make the poll too complicated, I ask you to instead select the one that you think is the "most" important to your viewpoint, and clarify further in your tags/comments as you wish.

so. here we go.

READ BEFORE VOTING ^^^^

(note of correction: "late-onset schizophrenia" should just be "schizophrenia". the typical timeline for onset of symptoms is late adolescence/early adulthood, so syd would've been well within that period at the time)

[rexcaliburechoes]

does gale know that he's appreciated? does he know that he's loved? does he know that he's funny and witty and charming and worthwhile as a companion because of his simple existence? does he know that there is fulfillment in following the ambition to live? does he know? can he see the paths laid before him, the paths he is destined to walk, some that end in his death, others that continue on with his life, does he understand the ramifications of his choices, does he understand how his choices have affected the other companions' courses just by asking for a hand?

does he understand how the act of taking his hand grounds him in reality, towards a brighter future?

of course he doesn't; he's a fictional character and he only knows thst he sees in front of him and that is his death several feet ahead of him. he is entangled in the fabric of the universe like a moth in a spider's web, the strands of his ambitions and regrets clinging, gossamer thin yet sticky and strong, holding him fast to the paths that rip him in too many directions.

all he needs is a little push into the spider's maw or free to fly and live another day.

[aliosne]

Hey. Hey past!me? Look I know. I know we don’t always know we’ll be putting a hobby down for two years, but uh. This completely unlabelled jar of white crystals. That could absolutely be some kind of poison. Can we. Can we talk.

[highladyluck]

The Dungeon Meshi renaissance is making me want to share the resources that taught me how to cook.

Don’t forget, you can check out cookbooks from the library!

Smitten Kitchen: The rare recipe blog where the blog part is genuinely good & engaging, but more important: this is a home cook who writes for home cooks. If Deb recommends you do something with an extra step, it’s because it’s worth it. Her recipes are reliable & have descriptive instructions that walk you through processes. Her three cookbooks are mostly recipes not already on the site, & there are treasures in each of them.

Six Seasons: A New Way With Vegetables by Joshua McFadden: This is a great guide to seasonal produce & vegetable-forward cooking, and in addition to introducing me to new-to-me vegetables (and how to select them) it quietly taught me a number of things like ‘how to make a tasty and interesting puréed soup of any root veggie’ and ‘how to make grain salads’ and ‘how to make condiments’.

Grains for Every Season: Rethinking Our Way With Grains by Joshua McFadden: in addition to infodumping in grains, this codifies some of the formulas I picked up unconsciously just by cooking a lot from the previous book. I get a lot of mileage out of the grain bowl mix-and-match formulas (he’s not lying, you can do a citrus vinaigrette and a ranch dressing dupe made with yogurt, onion powder, and garlic powder IN THE SAME DISH and it’s great.)

SALT, FAT, ACID, HEAT by Samin Nosrat: An education in cooking theory & specific techniques. I came to it late but I think it would be a good intro book for people who like to front-load on theory. It taught me how to roast a whole chicken and now I can just, like, do that.

I Dream Of Dinner (so you don’t have to) by Ali Slagle: Ok, look, an important part of learning to cook & cooking regularly is getting kinda burned out and just wanting someone else to tell you what to make. These dinners work well as written and are also great tweakable bases you can use as a starting place.

If you have books or other resources that taught you to cook or that you find indispensable, add ‘em on a reblog.

[witch-of-snow-and-stars]

Some Advice for Beginner Witches/Advice I Wish I Got

I'm by no means an expert in anything magical or an expert witch, this is mostly just advice/tips that I wish I had had when I was first starting my practice OR advice that I think a lot of beginners could benefit from. Resources will also be linked at the end.

This is a rather long post so everything else is under the cut, but I've divided everything into general advice, spiritual practice advice, and community-oriented advice. Links to applicable sources are under Miscellanea.

General Advice/Things to Keep in Mind

Consider the mundane stuff first! Use naturally-sourced/biodegradable and ecologically safe offerings/magic components when working outside or if you're going to return something to the earth (ex. salt will kill plants/damage soil so don't do a salt circle- use crushed eggshells instead and don't bury anything non-biodegradable/naturally sourced), practice good fire safety (ffs every witchy person I've run across has at least 1 'fire incident'), make sure not to expose crystals to things they'll react negatively to (ex. pyrite in water will form sulfuric acid), etcetera etcetera.

You don't need to get all new specialty equipment or a ton of things to start your spiritual practice. You may want to but you by no means do you have to. A lot of everyday items that you may already have can perform magical uses, so just use the things you have until you run into specific items you may want to add to your practice (ie you might make an alter out of things you already have and then switch out elements with new preferred items as you get them). Honestly things might work better if you use older/mundane items you have a close connection to.

Similarly, you don't need to go and get the most expensive things for your craft either. If you're wanting to splurge on anything, splurge on safety supplies (fire safety supplies or anything that will make your practice more safe practically are good places to start) and workhorse items that you will be able to use frequently long-term. This doesn't have to be a major strain on your budget and shouldn't be a financial burden to you.

Magical/Spiritual practitioners DO NOT all believe the same things. Spiritual practices/Spirituality is more of an umbrella category that encompasses many different practices (or practitioner communities) rather than a specific belief system/community and most practitioners ascribe to schools of practice or systems of belief and combine those systems with their own unverified personal gnosis (typically called UPG). Overlaps in beliefs or practices happen fairly regularly, but will be different for different practices.

You can learn something from most practitioners, even if they come from a different belief system or practice (disclaimer: do not take from/try to practice closed practices/religions, I am not telling you to do that). By this I mean that other practitioners will probably have different bases of knowledge and perspectives that may be of help to you even if they come from a different type of practice. Personally, if I'm struggling with understanding a specific concept or I'm having issues linking something up within the rest of my practice, hearing someone else's viewpoint or seeing how they link/incorporate different aspects of their practice can be a catalyst for working through those issues

Take care of yourself. Look into spiritual psychosis and what to look out for, and and try to not fall down the rabbit hole of convert fervor. Most people are not expecting you to have your entire practice nailed down within the first week (tbh your practice will probably change and evolve throughout your life), so take your time and go at a pace that's sustainable for you. You'll probably even have rest/break periods of low/zero engagement in your practice, and if that happens that's fine too!

Magic Advice & Spiritual Practice Tips

I would recommend starting where you are most interested or start working with what you're most inclined towards. For example, don't start with candle magic if you're more interested in plant magic just because it's more recommended for beginners. You're more likely to be able to genuinely engage with and enjoy your practice if you have a connection with what you're doing. Personally I started with astrology and crystals, and then got into divination work with pendulums and tarot before expanding into everything else I do because that was the path my interests aligned with. Your path is probably going to be different, and that's great!

However, if you're looking for easy places to start, I do have recommendations based on how easy they are to access and incorporate into your everyday life. Kitchen witchcraft is pretty easy to start with assuming you already cook (or would like to learn how) and can become very intuitive once you have a good grasp on cooking and magic. Small bits of glamour magic or sigil work can also be easy to do since you're already bathing/clothing yourself (charming clothing and toiletries is fairly easy and beginner friendly). Cartomancy can also be a solid way to go, since a cheap or DIY'd tarot deck or a playing card deck can be fairly accessible for most people. Pendulums, runes, and bone throwing kits/magpie oracles can also be DIY'd easily or bought depending on your preferences.

Incorporate the knowledge and skills you already have! A lot of practical skills you may already have can be of practical application to your practice. I've also found that my magical understanding of concepts is deepened when I understand how things work on a mundane level.

Going along with that last point, I think skill building/skill use can have devotional applications (if devotional actions are part of your practice). Ex. if you worship a deity that is associated with craft or a particular skill, you can absolutely dedicate your pursuit of knowledge in that skill or dedicate a project to a deity/spirit of your choice. Alternatively, dedicate that skill building to yourself or your practice (for example, dedicate the creation of a homemade alter cloth to an alter or towards the growth of your craft/practice)

I have found that there's a lot of advice regarding cursing and doing magic when your experiencing heightened emotions. Personally, I'm curse neutral I don't really do them (I've just never felt the drive to) but I have no issue with them. Do as you will, but be prepared to deal with whatever consequences may arise (tbh this is good general advice for your practice). Regarding doing a working when you're in a heightened emotional state, I would just say in my experience that doing magic in that state can lead to impulsive actions or not thinking something through. Do whatever you're going to do, but maybe calm down or proceed with caution for best results is all I'm saying.

Sometimes the best thing to happen with a working is for it to fail. Maybe you were working with something you shouldn't (like a closed practice that wouldn't pertain to you), or it's something you wouldn't be able to handle, or maybe it's something that would end up being regrettable if it actually worked. There are a lot of reasons why something not working can be for the best, but that is sometimes the best outcome for a working (even if you don't realize it in the moment).

Look for ways to evolve your practice and think outside of the box! Experiment with new applications of different working (like glamour magic to be forgettable/unnoticeable instead of noteworthy), involve new components if they make sense (ex: enchant some ink if the working has a written component), or make your own correspondences based on how things work for you

I have found that location can effect a working quite a bit (and effect you if it backfires). One of the more helpful pieces of advice I've gotten is if you're planning on doing a bainful working/cursework/negative working, don't do that where you live/exist regularly (like your job). Like, if you're wishing bad luck towards someone you don't want to have it backside on you where you sleep and live (working off property at least or at a crossroads world be ideal in this case). Similarly if one was to do a beneficial spell regarding sleep, do that at your home in your bedroom.

This also applies to community advice but: if you come across someone else's working, I would advise that you not tamper with it unless you have to. Beyond not knowing what it's for/affecting, the working may have hazardous components you aren't aware of (sharp bits, mold, toxic/allergic reaction causing substances, etc)

Community Advice & Relationship Building

Like any group of people, magic/spiritual communities can have bad/malicious actors within them, typically in the form of grifters, different types of alt-righters, and cults. I would recommend learning to spot and avoid alt-righters and nazis quickly as the alt-right loves magic & occult spaces and they will try to recruit or radicalize you if they get the opportunity. Familiarizing yourself with ways to spot grifters, red flags for cults, and common symbols/red flags of by the alt-right in magic/ occult spaces is important (learn quick and early and then stay up-to-date on that information for the safety of yourself/others).

You can make your practice as private or collaborative as you'd like, but having friends or community connections is nice! Being friendly and polite will generally go a long way to meet people and see if you would want to try to form connections within different practitioner communities online and offline.

In person locations/events might be a good but unreliable venues for meeting local practitioners, getting supplies, and learning new skills for your practice. Your local shops (depending on availability in your area) will probably have a mix of customers, but there's a decent chance there are regulars that you can meet and maybe form relationships with as well. Metaphysical shops, independent groups, and even areas/towns will also sometimes put on events/meet-and-greets/workshops that can be a fun way to connect with practitioners in your area.

Being friendly and respectful will get you pretty far with creating relationships in different magical spaces/communities. Reaching out to other people (online or irl) can be a good way to network and learn new things

Miscellanea

The Witch of Wonderlust's offering cardigan video here. She also has a plethora of educational videos on her youtube channel

Frankie/ChaoticWitchAunt on youtube also has done good educational content. They primarily do Italian-American folk magic and tarot and I've learned quite a bit from them

@breelandwalker and her show Hex Positive are also wonderful resources.

@friend-crow and @windvexer are also two great witchcraft bloggers

thetarotguide.com has some great guides for the Rider-Waite-Smith tarot cards, the card guides are quite detailed and well written. There is also a small but not insubstantial community of tarot/oracle reviewers on YT that is a nice resource if you are wanting to get a new deck

I've also found the work of Jason Miller to be quite informative. Miller had published multiple books and what I've read of his work had been quite enlightening.

Not to plug my own stuff, but my #tarot musings tag, my witchy recipes, a workshopping correspondences post, charm necklace post, and star jar workings might be some fun and easy places to experiment. I also quite liked my

For more experienced people, please add any advice you'd want beginners to know! For beginners, I hope this helps a bit! Thanks for reading💜

[fanaticsnail]

SNAILLL!DROP ANOTHER KILLER or /KID FIC! AND MY LIFE IS URS🙏

honestly love all ur work💛🙈

But why can't we have both?

Acid, Salt, Fat and Heat

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 5,600+

Synopsis: Your captain has engaged with a petulant challenge that included refusing to make port until both Kid and Law did first. Feeling pent up at sea, you set your sights on the blonde first mate to aid you in finding relief. The catch? He won't unless his captain does too.

Warnings: Eustass Kid x afab!reader x Massacre Soldier Killer, MDNI, 18+, smut, NSFW, throuple, with little plot, double penetration (same hole), facial (reader receiving), eating from the back (reader receiving), cock sucking, poor puns, poor jokes, vibrator play, swearing, pet names (little one, little thing, kitten, Straw-Hat, buttercup, sunshine), messy eating, masked sex, fingering, finger sucking, inappropriate use of devil fruit, size difference (average afab 163cms, Kid & Killer 200cms), praise, cervix touching, Killer has a shrill laugh, overstimulation, aftercare, creampie, squirting.

Notes: the smuttiest smut I have written on main. Shout out to the OC discord chat and @thenotsofantasticlifestory for their input! Love you guys 🖤

“You sure you can handle it, kitten?” Eustass Kid purred at you, reaching his right arm up to flick at your chin. His purple-hued fingernails colliding with your skin caused shivers to shoot down your spine and ignite your senses with anticipation.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you nodded your head slowly with your lips parted. He hummed down at you, his close-lipped smile splitting up his cheeks and his eyes narrowing to assess you further. Leaning down to a lower stoop, he hovered his painted lips above yours. The heat of his breath tingled against your skin, your body moving against its will to draw ever closer to the man in front of you.

As you drew yourself closer, the two arms of the man behind you clapped over your upper arms and tugged you flush into his chest. A soft gasp fled your lips, head tilting back and glancing up at the base of the blue and teal mask above your vision. Gulping back a soft mouthful of saliva, you began to double back on your prior over eagerness to engage with not one, but two, very eager playmates.

It had been a while since the Victoria Punk had docked at port, the entire crew feeling exceptionally pent up and in need to release their energy. Engaging in trysts amongst the crew was not unheard of, but it was uncommon. Ruining camaraderie and rapport was the main reason for the lack of entanglements, and Eustass Kid did not want to lose any more of his crew to their own broken heartedness.

Similarly to you, the crew of the Thousand Sunny were not helpful with catering to your needs. Luffy refused to make port due to the fact that both Kid and Law had yet to dock the Tang and the Punk. He was not going to lose to them, no matter how much you were in desperate need of relief.

When the three ships had brushed their hulls together, ropes thrown over the sides and knots tugged firmly to pull them flush against one another, you were bursting at the seams to at least talk to someone who was not a member of your crew. Shachi and Penguin were always a delight, and you couldn't get enough of their chaos.

However, when the blonde first mate of the Kid Pirates stepped over the barricade of the Thousand Sunny with a large pot of pasta, you were just about ready to spread your legs and have him take you on the dining table. Sanji was an excellent cook, but there was something about the blonde’s pasta that made you weak in the knees.

You had never engaged intimately with any member of the other two crews before, but the neediness pooling and soaking your underwear at the first bite of penne encouraged you to be a little bolder in your intentions. Killer was your first target to attempt to woo your way into his pants, but in doing so, it only attracted the magnetic presence of Eustass “Captain” Kid in the process.

“Fucking hell, Massacre Soldier!” you moaned, chewing back on the aldente texture of the cylindrical tubes, “Whoever said sex was the best thing invented hasn't tried this fucking pasta!”

That earned you a shrill giggle from the larger man, alongside a barked laugh from his captain a little further away. You beamed at the redhead, scrunching your nose playfully at him before the blonde recalled your attention.

“If you think my pasta is good,” the larger blonde huffed down at you, leaning closer to your ear, “You should see what else I can do with just a few ingredients.” You giggled at his comment, genuinely enjoying his comradery beside you.

“Oh yeah?” you arch your brows up at him, gently leaning in closer and brushing your thigh against the outside of his, “Tell me, big guy, what ingredients can you see yourself toying with here?” Killer twitched his head to the side, not expecting this kind of sultriness from a Straw-Hat.

Turning on the wooden pew beside you, he cupped the back of your thigh with his larger hand and gave your flesh a gentle squeeze. He gave you a little pause to test how far he was allowed to pursue you, which you would've appreciated in any other encounter. You were simply too pent up to care, arching your back and sucking your lips into your mouth to still the spread of your smile.

“See, I'm easy,” he hums down at you, “Every good recipe has four main ingredients: acid, salt, fat, and heat.” You nod along to his explanation, your brows knitting together as his fingers brush up and down your thigh before clasping around your hip. Holding your bone firmly, he tugs you towards him and engulfs your form with his larger chest.

“You think you can take my fat cock, little one?” he hushed down at you, causing your fluster to rise higher in your face. He hummed at your reaction, bringing his other hand up to capture your chin, “See, now there's the heat. You're practically radiating with it. I bet your pussy would be just as warm.” His thumb caressed the ball on your hip.

“A-And the acid and salt?” You managed to stutter, prompting Killer to raise his hand on your chin to cup your cheek.

“I think we both know about the salt,” he cooed at you, “What I wouldn't give to pump you full of my load. I could fill you up, or use it like a glaze over your perfect skin.” Your eyes widened and your body moved closer to his against its will.

Your underwear was sticking to your pussy with how wet his words made you. Pressing your thighs together for some relief, you could barely tear your eyes away from his mask for a single moment.

“The acid is where it gets a little tricky,” he traces his hand over your cheek and down your jaw once more. He gently pushed your face away from his and drew your attention towards the redheaded captain of the Victoria Punk.

“My Cap’n gets bitter and sour if he's left out of the mix.”

The amber eyes of Eustass Kid looked dangerously over your form from across the deck. Every part of him was solid and tense, the pure lust and jealousy radiating on him like a beacon illuminating complete darkness.

“You reckon you've got a way we can both fit, little one?” he whispered into your ear, the cool puff of air tickling your ear. You shudder, closing your eyes and giving into your desires with a soft moan.

“With the right chef doing the prep work,” you whimper, “I can think of several ways I can fit the both of you, big guy.”

“That's a good little thing,” he complimented you, the smile tangibly felt in his tone, “I'll make sure you're prepped for both of us. Once we're all done with our actual food, go and give him a kiss for me, would you?”

Not tearing your eyes away from Eustass Kid, you nod dumbly and slowly. Kid is taken aback by your action: cocking his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, and furrowing his brows. Darting his attention between you and Killer, he finally has the thought bloom in his mind and shoot straight to his cock.

He was going to fuck his little Straw Hat with his first mate.

And that is where you found yourself, wedged between two broad chests and grabby hands in the captain's quarters aboard the Victoria Punk. The red tint of Eustass Kid's lips finally collided with your mouth as he pressed himself against you. Desperation and neediness arose in you all, Kid's arm snaking around your shoulder prompted Killer to bring his hands down to the front of your pants.

As Kid’s tongue entered your mouth, Killer dipped his fingers beneath your waistline and immediately slipped his fingers between your glossy folds. You whimper into the mouth of Kid, prompting him to chuckle and consume your moans with more fervor. Growling into your lips, he tugged you closer to him while tilting his pointed chin up to get a better angle.

While tugged closer to Kid, Killer's fingers ground themselves against your clit in small circles. The pads of his large fingertips rocked against your hooded pearl and caused your slit to gush out a fresh wave of arousal. You parted your lips to mewl into Kid's mouth, which caused his teeth to seek out and bully your lower lips with soft nips.

“Fuck, our little one is so wet, Cap’n,” Killer gasped behind you, “I think I can make them cum just like this-...” He increased his speed, flickering your sensitive nerves with each different motion. Kid pulled his lips away from yours, a string of saliva attaching to both his and your lips with the soft tint of red paint lingering within.

“You gonna cum, kitten? You want the big guy to make you cum on his hand?” Kid goaded you, prompting you to pout at him. He removed his hand from your shoulder and pinched your chin in his thumb and index finger.

“Look at me while he makes you cum,” he ordered you, looking down his nose at you as your body continued to be worked at by Killer behind you. As much as you wanted to hold back from submitting to his request, one more swipe at your clit had your pussy contracting and fluttering with the overwhelming bliss of your orgasm.

“F-Fuck,” you stuttered, holding your eyes against Kid's as Killer continued to usher you through ecstasy. Slouching your back against Killer, you keened into his neck as he held you firmly against his chest. His forearm rocked against your chest, prompting you to buck your hips into his hands.

“There you go, little one,” Killer cooed down at you, slowing down his rocking to a steady pause. Running his fingers through your oversensitive folds causes you to shudder and mewl at the sensation. Withdrawing his hand up in front of you, he scissors the glistening slick on his fingertips.

“Fuck, look at that,” Kid gasped, his former abrasive attitude melting away as soon as he saw your essence, “Give us a taste, would you?” Killer offered Kid his hands, Kid making eye contact with you as he parted his lips and swirls his tongue over Killer’s fingers.

Humming, he immediately closes his eyes and cleans Killer’s fingers with his lips and tongue. Killer huffs out a sigh, bucking his hips and grinding his clothed cock against your ass, his neediness growing the longer he holds off from sinking himself into you. Kid pulled his lips off Killer’s fingers with a soundly ‘pop’ before looking up into your face once more.

“You need to get prepped before you take the both of us, kitten. All fours for me, would you?” Kid ushered you over to his large bed, the duvet astray and pillows askew, “Pants off, sunshine. Lemme see it all.” Killer whimpered at your absence, his cock aching and twitching beneath his pants.

The three of you were all as needy as one another, your pussy already dripping with desire thanks to Killer's earlier words, and coaxing an orgasm from you by just rubbing your clit alone. Your pants and shirt were cast aside hurriedly, your chest now exposed and nipples peaked within the cool air. Hooking your fingers into the hips of your underwear, you began pulling them over your ass slowly. The groin of the material stuck to you, the dark patch of arousal from your core painted the center and dampened the fabric.

“Fuck, you're so wet,” Kid stuttered out, his voice breathy and body immediately sauntering over to you with desperation in his footing, “Where do you want, Kil? You want our little Straw-Hat’s pussy, mouth, or ass?” You could barely register any words, arching your back and planting your head onto Kid’s mattress as they discussed what to do with you.

“Wherever you don't want, Cap’n,” he whispered huskily, his eyes hungrily consuming your body with his pointed gaze, “Fuck, that ass does look good, though.” Kid laughed at his oldest friend, clapping his right hand over his right shoulder while pressing a curt kiss against his right.

“Go put their head in your lap, hm?” Kid directed his first mate, “Hear that, kitten? You're gonna suck Killer's cock and treat him right.” You begin to raise your head off the bed, halting when you felt a metal casing cage around your stomach and hold you flush against the mattress. The ringing of belts and dropping of heavy materials on the floor indicated your two bed guests had shed themselves of their clothes.

Kid's metal hand elevated you effortlessly, your face growing more flustered as you felt him pant against your pussy from behind. Killer crawled into the bed, your hands hastily drawing his large thighs closer to you. Nestling your head between his thighs, your eyes drank in the pretty cock bobbing in front of you. Without any further word or direction, your smaller hands wrapped around his large cock and your lips found his inner thigh.

Chasing a trail of kisses over his inner legs, you ground your palm against his cock before pumping his shaft. Killer panted, his cock involuntarily twitching and bobbing with every subtle change you made. Drawing yourself up onto your forearms, you lulled your tongue outside your lips and licked a heavy stripe along the underside of his cock. Following the bulbous vein up his shaft, you flickered your tongue over his blunt tip and collected the first few drops of precum onto your palate.

As soon as you parted your lips to take his knob into your mouth, you cried out as you felt your folds part by Eustass Kid’s large, red tongue. Your eagerness to take Killer’s cock into your mouth multiplied tenfold, using him as a tool to ground yourself to the earth while the motion of Kid's tongue had you ascending. Flicking and bobbing his head, Kid mouthed at you, rolling your sensitive clit over his tongue and sucking briefly on whatever took his fancy.

You had never engaged with anyone so eager to please you with their mouth, feeling yourself truly unable to hold back the rocking of your hips into his face as you began to take Killer's cock into your mouth. Filling your lips with Killer's fat tip, you whimpered and keened around it as Kid rocked your body against his face with his cool metal arm.

“Fuck, little one,” Killer gasped for you, his hand falling down to cradle your scalp and coax you to bob against him, “You feel so good. How you doing back there, Cap'n?” All Kid could find in his coherence was a groan at the back of his throat, too drunk on your essence to give either of you an answer.

Taking what you could of Killer's cock in your mouth, you pumped the remainder of the base with one hand, while the other caressed his balls.

“Hhah-... F-fuck-... I-I-...” Killer threw his head back, bucking his hips up to fill more of your mouth with his fat cock, “...-I don't know how long I'll last like this. Fuck, little one. Who taught you how to suck cock like that?” You attempted to giggle at him, only halting as you felt Eustass Kid pull away from your pussy to spit on it. You whimpered, feeling his lips dive back in and flicker over your clit.

You had half a mind to talk to Killer and tease him, but Kid’s skilled lips and tongue had your mind foggy and clouded by each fell swipe. The coil in your abdomen began to stir and tighten to a tense pinnacle, just as Killer felt his balls twitch and draw up into his stomach. Kid’s tongue pressed against your entrance, lapping messily and greedily into your slit while humming and moaning at the taste of your arousal.

“Nghhm-... F-Fuck! Stop- I'm gonna c-cum!” Killer attempted to warn you, already past the point of halting his eruption while desperately trying not to cum in your mouth. Tugging at your scalp to halt you, you managed to shake your head and bob it faster over his shaft. “No, no, no, no, no-...” He stuttered, finally getting a foothold on your head and hastily tugging you away from his cock.

Just as your lips left his knob, you couldn't help but desperately pump his shaft as Kid has you unravel on his tongue. The coil in your stomach snapped and your walls spasmed around his tongue with the first waves of your orgasm. Massacre Soldier Killer held the back of your head in a firm cradle, his cock twitching as you pumped him. Your thumb flicked over his tip, which switched the final channel of lust in Killer's stomach and had him cry out for you.

His cum shot out and immediately splashed over your forehead, cheek, and chin in thick ropes. The milky-colored seed littered your skin in hot splashes, immediately causing you to cum harder against Kid’s face and tongue.

“Shit!” Killer cursed at the sight laid out before him. His captain's face buried deep within your thighs, lapping greedily and messily at your walls while he coated your face in his thick cum. Each splash from Killer seemed to propel you to cry out and cum harder against Kid's face, truly basking in the fact he couldn't contain himself or force himself back from that edge.

Both riding your highs down, Kid gave your clit a quick kiss before bringing himself up to the sight above him. Killer's chest rose and fell in a thick pant, his cock still proudly standing as it dribbled with the soft aftershocks of his release. Your face was riding the blissful waves of a soft afterglow directly after contorting in ecstasy. Lips parted, eyes closed, and face completely covered in several waves of Killer’s heavy load.

“Fuck, big guy,” Kid chuckled at his first mate, “There’s so much.” Kid gives your ass a gentle slap as he crawls up to hover over your back. “So messy, kitten,” he commented on your face, “Hand us a tissue would you, Kil?”

“I-... I got it…” Killer panted, reaching to the bedside table to the right of him. Tearing four leaves in hasty consecutive motions, he drew the material to your face and began dabbing at the cum while Kid rubbed his hand along your back and traced every dip and crevace along your spine.

Several fragments of the tissue paper stuck to your face, prompting you to giggle up at the big guy as he cleaned you.

“Sorry about that, little one. I tried to warn you it was gonna happen,” he spoke in a low and warm tone, “What would you have preferred, me cumming in that beautiful mouth of yours?”

“I would prefer it if you came in my pussy, honestly,” you admit with a shrug, causing Kid to let out a sound between a growl and a whimper. Kid gave you a final dab of the cheeks before giving your nose a gentle, affectionate tap.

“You'll still get some in your pussy if you want it,” Killer cooed at you, turning you to face Kid as he knelt back. His red lip paint spilt over his lipline, the juices of your release glistening against his chin and nose. Smirking up at him, you barely had the opportunity to raise your hand before he pounced on you.

Pushing your back flush against Killer’s chest, Kid rose your hips and sat you on Killer’s Adonis belt above his deflating cock. Eustass Kid’s angry cock twitched it's shaft as he caged both you and Killer beneath his looming form.

“Feeling adequately prepped for me, kitten?” Kid purred down at you, playfully nudging your chin with his forehead to push your head back to lull into Killer’s shoulder, “Or should I fuck you with my metal hand to stretch you a bit?”

“I can take your cock, Captain,” you scoff, attempting to look down at his steely shaft, only for him to push you back down into Killer’s shoulder once more.

“You say that now,” Kid cackled at you, rubbing his tip against your folds before placing the tip at your entrance, “...but once I sink in a little-.” He rocked his hips forward a little,

“-Ah, fuck!” you cry out at the stretch, prompting him to immediately pull his cock head away from your entrance. Killer wrapped his hands around your waist, soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs. Kid and Killer both share a glance with one another, communicating wordlessly before Kid placed his tip at your entrance one more time.

As he slowly pressed his mushroomed knob into your needy cunt, Killer reached his hands down to pry your folds apart with the heels of each palm, seeking out your clit and gently caressing it with his thumbs. Immediately your body relaxes and your hips rock against each roll of his digits in your clit. Kid sunk himself down further, eyes not leaving your face as he watches intently for any discomfort.

“There you go, little one,” Killer praised you, enjoying the feeling of your ass rocking against his Adonis belt, “Taking the Cap'n so well. Good job, just a little more.” Kid fought back the urge to slam his hips forward and immediately sheathe himself in your gummy walls. Using each fiber of his being to not give in to the temptation, he inched himself slowly into your needy core.

“You're doing well too, Cap'n,” Killer hummed up at the redhead, “Being gentle with our little Straw Hat, while I know you want to give in.” Kid whimpered, pressing his goggle-adorned forehead against your chest to hide his fluster. Gently rocking forward, your back bowed as you finally felt him press up to the hilt.

Giving a testy buck of his hips, Killer ensured both you and Kid felt secure enough while still gently rubbing circles against your clit. Kid felt your walls flutter and adjust to his size.

“Nggh-... Fuck…” Kid whispered against your flushed skin, pressing a soft kiss against the bone in the center of your chest. “...why haven't we done this sooner again?” He chuckled into your chest, rolling his head up and resting his chin at the center.

“Because we haven't been desperate enough to try?” you offered him with an arched brow. He huffed aggitatedly, rolling his hips against yours and testing the stretch. Killer braced you against him, holding you completely against his broad chest and taught stomach muscles.

“Fuck,” you keen for Kid, feeling the way each rake of his cock inside you molded you to the shape of him, “That, and I didn't think you were interested in fucking a Straw Hat.”

Kid stopped his movements, sheathing himself to the hilt within your pussy and turning your chin with his flesh hand. Your eyes met his through fluttered lids, examining his expression with curiousity. He drew his face towards yours, all prior cockiness melting away and a stern seriousness left in its stead.

“We don't want to fuck a Straw Hat,” he uttered, his lips almost brushing with yours, “We want to fuck our Straw Hat.” You only had a moment to react to the admission before Kid started properly rocking his hips into you. No more timidity, no more subtlty, all of Eustass Kid’s hulking form finally giving in to his feral urges now that you had fully adjusted to his size.

“Our little Straw Hat,” he growled into your skin, pressing his lips to your neck and mouthing at the skin, “Our spicy little kitten,” he chuckled into you, cementing and punctuating his exclaim with a crude slap of his hips meeting your pelvis. Killer let out a squeak of laughter at that comment, to which you would've laughed along with him if Eustass Kid wasn't slapping his balls against your unexplored ass hole with each heavy, deep thrust.

Killer hummed down at you, removing his hand from between you both in favour of hooking his legs beneath your thighs and raising them to your chest. Kid rose his right leg, trapping Killer’s leg beneath him and changing the angle of each stroke. You mewled out, gasping for air as Killer exposed more of your pussy for Kid to drive into. Killer never took his eyes off you, insuring you were enjoying the feeling of how deep Kid burried himself into you with each buck and rock.

As you adjusted to the depth of his deep rocking, Kid hooked his other leg over Killer's, crouching in a deep lunge. His motions were now so deep, you felt your air being pushed from your throat, and his bulge deep in your abdomen. Kid's lips parted, huffing and panting with his eyes scrunched tightly shut. The crude, squelching ‘plap,’ of his balls slapping against your overstimulated pussy was enough for Killer’s cock to twitch back to life, his own empathetic waves of pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach.

Your lips parted, brows raising to a peak at the center of your face as you felt Kid finally hit your g-spot with each crude hook of his blunt tip. Your collective moans grew louder, all carelessly flinging them from your chests as you raised your hand up to cup at Kid’s neck.

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum! F-F-Fuck- I'm cumming,” Kid cried out, his cock twitching and motions drawing into a manic pace. You barely had any chance to catch up to him, feeling far too overwhelmed by the depth of his cock to properly contract around him. Hot waves of his thick release blew out of his small slit and splashed back against your cervix. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he changed with each languid thrust, falling into his knees and continuing to rock into you. You moaned with him, feeling his release coat your walls with each motion.

Killer couldn't stop what happened next, his body reacted of his own accord. As Kid pulled out, Killer’s fully erect cock danced at your entrance. Kid looked down at Killer's cock brushing against his knob and smirked at him.

“You reckon you can handle both now?” Kid asked with a chuckle in his tone. You were simply too out of it and desperate for your third release that you nodded without any afterthought. Kid reached down and pressed his cock against Killer's, Killer moaning at the immediate attention.

Squeezing his still drooling cock with his first mate's, Kid placed both tips at your slit. Using his prior release as lubrication, Kid rocked both Killer's and his own shiny tips into your slit. You have a soft whine at the stretch, but immediately nodded while bracing Kid's body against yourself. Kid moaned into one shoulder, while Killer hissed in the other. Both cocks slowly stretched your walls, the soft sting of your body accommodating them aided with your’s and Kid's prior release.

Only making it halfway into your pussy, Killer began to set a lazy pace inside you, brushing his frenulum against Kid’s and gasping at the feeling. You felt the most full you had ever been, sandwiched between two walls of flesh on a foreign ship, and taking two cocks deep into your pussy.

Kid pulled his head away from your shoulder to check in with you, sensing any discomfort from you by darting his eyes all over your face. He tilted his head at you, a small thought crossing his mind and causing him to chuckle.

“Mind if I try something, kitten?” he whispered in your ear, giving your skin a soft kiss after you shake your head in response.

“We're already trying a lot of new things for me,” you attempted to laugh along with your confession, huffing out while Killer rocks his cock deep inside you. Kid grins broadly, raising his hand and activating his devil fruit ability. Soaring through the air were six, small, egg-shaped objects no bigger than your thumb.

“This is gonna be new for all of us,” Kid nodded nonchalantly, his cock already twitching with interest while half-sheathed within you. You felt each rock of Killer’s hips press Kid’s knob against your g-spot, causing your walls to flutter and constrict both of them deep within you. Just as you felt yourself build up to your third climax, two of the objects attached themselves to your clit and vibrated them with a hard intensity. Two more were placed on each of the two men's balls as they buried their cocks in syncopated rhythm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you screamed, your pussy immediately releasing a gush of fluid directly splashing against Kid’s pelvis and Killer’s thighs. Kid gasped in surprise, groaning against the feeling of your walls fluttering against his and Killer’s cocks.

“We've got ourselves a squirter!” Kid laughed, immediately rocking with more intension, craving more immediately. “Hear that, big guy? A squirter!”

Killer was completely lost, his mind foggy and need for release causing him to whimper and whine out soft squeaks. Kid barked a soft string of laughter, riding your pussy through the waves of absolute overstimulation, increasing the intensity of the vibrating bulbs on your clit and his and Killer's balls.

“One more, one more, one more,” Kid desperately chanted, feeling his own release propel forward at the knowledge he can make you cum hard enough to splash him with it. Killer gripped your thighs harder, bucking up into your pussy with a desperation he had not felt prior. You were experiencing an outer body encounter, your body flooded with pleasure. Still riding through the waves of your prior release, you felt another creep up onto you.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum, kitten?” Kid asked, his balls slapping against Killer's as they both thrust up into you, “You gonna squirt on our cocks again? C'mon little one. You've got more for me. Just one more. I'll cum with you, baby. You want that?” You nodded dumbly, feeling your body becoming as pliant as a marionette dancing on Kid and Killer's strings.

Kid increased the intensity of the vibrations one last time, prompting Killer to roar into your shoulder immediately. Hot spurts of his release splashed up and swirled against Kid’s former waves. The chain reaction of Killer’s release caused both you and Kid to cum alongside him. As Kid shot up into you, you released another gush of fluid over Killer’s thighs with enough power to splash against Kid’s stomach and trickle down his balls.

“Just like that, just like that,” Kid praised you, manicly rocking into you with each spurt of his cum dancing with the three fluids.

“Fu-ck!” you keened, crying tears of pleasure down your cheeks at the impact of your fourth release. Kid and Killer's movements stilled, opting to pull out of you and roll you onto your side. Killer tucked himself behind you, resting his covered forehead against your shoulder blade while Kid immediately sprung up and removed the vibrating bulbs from your bodies with a flick of his wrist.

Although he was wonky on his feet, he stumbled to the bathroom and dazedly turned the taps on for his large bathtub to fill with waters and bathing oils. Bracing himself against the side of the tub with his metal hand, he snuck a look over his shoulder at the two of you panting and catching your breaths at the intensity of your climax. Chuckling to himself, he set to work on taking care of his first mate and his little Straw Hat.

Filling a large decanter full of water, he managed to only locate two mugs, and three shot glasses in his bedroom that seemed to match. Opting for the matching set, he cleaned them in the sink and set them aside to dry. As soon as the tub filled with enough water, he turned off the tap and dipped his fingers in it to test the temperature. Nodding and feeling rather proud of himself, Kid returned to his bed and noticed the two of you had finally caught your breath and were almost asleep.

“Nope, none of that,” Kid warned you, rousing you from your almost slumber with a pout on your lips, “Gotta clean you up, buttercup. We stretched you pretty good just now, don't want you to regret it more than you already probably will.” You scoff at him, slowly drawing yourself away from the man behind you by wriggling on the mattress.

“I don't think I'm gonna regret being sandwiched between two legendary pirates, Captain,” you hummed at him, your legs feeling as stable as a plate of jelly in an earthquake. As you stumbled forward, Kid chuckled at you and caught you in his arms.

“You might not,” he shrugged, hoisting you into his arms and carrying you to his bathroom, “But your pussy might feel a little raw after a while. Lemme take care of you for a bit, alright?” Killer hummed from behind you both, rolling onto his stomach and rocking back onto his knees.

“M’coming too, Cap'n,” Killer nodded, springing to his feet and walking beside the two of you, “You reckon we can all fit in there?” All of you look down at the triangular spa and tilt your heads to the side. You giggle, looking to the mask-wearing first mate and shoot him a winning smile.

“I can think of several ways to make us all fit in there, big guy,” you hum affectionately at him with half-hooded lashes. He shakes his head, giving your chin a soft pinch, and beginning to ready the three of you by finding towels and wash clothes to dote on the both of you.

Filling up the three short glasses with cool water, Killer passed them two both you and Kid sitting beside him in the scented water. All relaxing in comfortable silence while enjoying one another's bare skin, you all finally felt the tension wash away and recline into one another. Finally finding a small semblance of peace between ports, you had never felt more content than you were with your two allied crewmen.

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[skincarebyalex1]

Skincare is Like Cooking—Here’s the Perfect Recipe for Healthy, Balanced Skin 👩‍🍳💆‍♀️

If you wouldn’t randomly throw ten different spices into a dish and hope for a five-star meal, then why are you doing that with your skincare routine? 🤯

Too many actives? Disaster.

Skipping the essentials? Ruined.

Not giving it time to work? Ineffective.

Skincare is like cooking—you need the right ingredients, the right method, and a little patience. Let’s break it down so you can stop overloading your skin and start cooking up a glow. 👩‍🍳✨

Step 1: The Base – Cleansing 🥄

Like every great meal starts with a solid base, your skincare routine starts with cleansing.

❌ The Mistake:

Using a harsh, stripping cleanser that leaves your skin dry and tight. That’s like burning your onions before you even start cooking—the whole dish is ruined!

✅ The Fix:

Choose a gentle, non-stripping cleanser suited for your skin type. Your skin should feel fresh, not overcooked.

💡 Best Cleansers for Your Skin Type:

✔️ Oily Skin? Foaming gel cleansers with salicylic acid.

✔️ Dry Skin? Hydrating cream cleansers with ceramides.

✔️ Sensitive Skin? Fragrance-free, pH-balanced cleansers.

Step 2: The Seasoning – Actives 🌶️

Actives like Vitamin C, Retinol, and AHAs are the seasonings of skincare—they enhance the results, but too much? Disaster.

❌ The Mistake:

Mixing multiple actives without a plan. It’s like adding too much chili powder and salt—you end up ruining the dish (aka your skin barrier).

✅ The Fix:

✔️ Introduce one active at a time to see how your skin reacts.

✔️ Alternate between days—don’t mix Retinol and strong exfoliants in one go.

✔️ Start with low concentrations before going full MasterChef mode.

💡 Pro Tip: If your skin is red, irritated, or flaky—you’ve over-seasoned. Cut back and let your skin recover.

Step 3: The Butter – Moisturizer 🧈

Would you make pasta without sauce? No? Then don’t skip moisturizer—it’s what holds everything together!

❌ The Mistake:

Thinking you don’t need moisturizer because you have oily skin. That’s like serving dry toast—unappetizing and unpleasant!

✅ The Fix:

Every skin type needs hydration. Find a moisturizer that works for you:

✔️ Oily Skin? Lightweight gel-based moisturizer.

✔️ Dry Skin? Rich, ceramide-packed cream.

✔️ Combo Skin? A water-based moisturizer that hydrates without heaviness.

Step 4: The Final Touch – Sunscreen 🔥

This is the most important step. If you skip it, everything else is wasted—just like forgetting to plate your food after all that effort.

❌ The Mistake:

Not wearing sunscreen because it’s cloudy or you’re indoors. That’s like leaving food out and wondering why it spoils.

✅ The Fix:

Apply a broad-spectrum SPF 30+ daily, no excuses! Your future self will thank you.

Quick Recap: The Perfect Skincare Recipe

Here’s your foolproof skincare formula for glowing, healthy skin:

🥄 Step 1: Cleanser = The Base → Use a gentle cleanser that preps your skin.

🌶️ Step 2: Actives = The Seasoning → Introduce ingredients slowly and wisely.

🧈 Step 3: Moisturizer = The Butter → Locks in hydration and balances the skin.

🔥 Step 4: Sunscreen = The Final Touch → Protects everything you’ve worked for!

Final Thoughts: Are You a Skincare Chef or a Skincare Disaster? 🍳🔥

I used to dump actives into my routine like I was seasoning fries—and let’s just say my skin fried too. 😭 Don’t make my mistake.

Skincare is all about balance, patience, and the right combination of ingredients. Follow this “recipe,” and your skin will reward you with a healthy, glowing complexion.

👇 Tell me in the comments: Are you a Skincare Chef 👩‍🍳 or a Skincare Disaster 🔥? Let’s fix your routine together!

[beneathashadytree]

from the same authors of "do you think zayne cum is cold?" we also have: do you think xavier cum shine in the dark, or that he shines when he comes (like that blonde female character from the boys, that i forgot the name)?

I know you are only message fics for now and i dont know if something like this would fit that format, but if you can i would love to read anything about this ♡

I’m gonna be honest with you nonnie, I’m VERY out of touch with modern media (I’ve watched like. 4 series in my entire life and a total of like 20 movies all in all) so I have no idea what you’ve just referenced, BUTTTT I do believe I have an answer to your question!! Of course this is all based off my silly headcanons, so take my opinion with a grain of salt🙏🏽 Of course, this is pretty NSFW, and the reader is gender-neutral as always!

To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just my ramblings, or old requests I had🫶🏽

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Metaphorically speaking, Xavier’s cum is pretty much lighter fluid

In the sense that this man’s diet is absolutely disastrous… can a person even live on an almost-purely-carnivorous diet???

Naturally that makes his cum a lot more bitter than it normally would be, so unless his lover wants to choke on battery acid every time they swallow his cum, they ought to sit down with him and have a few serious conversations regarding sex vs food

Either he pulls out of their mouth before he cums when they’re sucking him off, or he gets a little more greens in him in order to improve his own taste… fair enough, I would think!

Xavier doesn’t really mind; after all, he’s still eating lots of red meat, he just now balances that out with more fruits and veggies… and he still gets the overwhelming pleasure of watching his partner swallow his release with a much more pleased hum than they ever did, their thumb reaching out to catch any drops that spill out of the corner of their mouth

It drives him half mad, but he guesses that’s a small price to pay

Now that we’ve got the metaphorical part out of the way, let’s get to this interesting point: does he, or does he not glow when he climaxes?

I wouldn’t say that his cum glows, because if it did, I think his other bodily fluids would too

From a fictional anatomical standpoint, I highly doubt that his lover wouldn’t notice if his saliva had a bit of a glow (something they’d surely notice while making out or having a hearty meal, for example)

So I do believe his cum is as normal as normal could be for a man like him

I do believe, though, since he’s not 100% human (or, at the very least, not from Earth) that doesn’t mean he’s fully normal

I think that he would have abnormally thick cum, and I would assume that that has to do with his biological make-up

Given how people from Philos lead extremely long lives (given Xavier’s age, I’d give them a lifespan of 500+), and given how literally none of the characters from Philos have any siblings, I think it would be safe to assume that their seed isn’t very potent to start with

So if a person will live half a millennium and be able to have just 1 kid their entire life, I do believe that their cum would be stickier and thicker in order to have a higher chance of “taking” by not spilling out immediately

So I honestly think that Xavier’s cum is genetically modified for breeding purposes

And regardless of whether or not his significant other has the ability to become pregnant and/or even wants it at all, his brain has him wired to have a bit of a breeding kink that he can’t even help

But of course, he’ll always listen to and respect his partner’s wishes!

One thing I’ve noticed about Xavier, however, is that his eyes tend to lose their shine when he’s being forward and open about his sexual desires

He’s putty in his lover’s hands, yes, but once he takes control? Those angel eyes have a very intentional purpose, and he’s making that message come across loud and clear

Like a turbulent ocean, deep and all-consuming, his gaze leaves no doubts about what he wants

Now, here’s my headcanon: I like to think that when he’s close, his eyes get their shine back; so much so that they would be mistaken for tears

Maybe it’s the emotional attachment to the person he’s yearned for all these years, maybe it’s because of his own EVOL making its appearance

But for some reason, as he begins to lose control, his eyes do shine quite a bit, almost like freshly-cut sparkling sapphires

It’s quite dazzling and a bit surprising to witness for the first time, since Xavier doesn’t usually exhibit non-human behavior

But it makes that seraphic face seem all the more otherworldly; the contrast between how beautiful he is and how downright filthy his actions can be when he’s buried to the hilt inside them makes their head spin

After he’s spilled inside them amidst soft sighs and sweet moans, his eyes do go back to normal after a few seconds of closing them in bliss, so they might miss it if they’re not paying close attention

Kind of hard to look away though, when your lover looks like that

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[astra-ravana]

Ancient Alchemy

Alchemy is one of the oldest mystical and proto-scientific traditions, blending philosophy, chemistry, spirituality, and metaphysics. It was practiced across multiple civilizations, including Egypt, Greece, China, India, and the Islamic world, each contributing to its development.

⚗Origins and Evolution of Alchemy

Ancient Egypt & Hermetic Alchemy (c. 2000 BCE - 300 BCE)

• Egyptian priests practiced early alchemical processes, such as metal purification and embalming.

• Thoth, later known as Hermes Trismegistus, was considered the patron of alchemy, giving rise to the Hermetic Tradition.

• The Emerald Tablet, attributed to Hermes, introduced the concept of “As above, so below,” suggesting the microcosm reflects the macrocosm.

Greek and Hellenistic Alchemy (c. 300 BCE - 400 CE)

• Greek philosophers like Empedocles and Plato theorized about the four classical elements (earth, water, air, and fire) as the building blocks of reality.

• The idea of the Quintessence (Aether) emerged as a mystical fifth element.

• Alchemy merged with Gnosticism and early Christian mysticism.

Indian and Chinese Alchemy (c. 400 BCE - 1200 CE)

• Indian Alchemy (Rasasastra) focused on immortality and transforming metals into gold, with mercury playing a key role.

• Chinese Alchemy (Neidan & Waidan) aimed at achieving the Elixir of Immortality, focusing on both external substances (Waidan) and internal spiritual practices (Neidan).

• Daoist alchemists sought balance through the Yin-Yang and the Five Elements.

Islamic and Medieval European Alchemy (c. 700 CE - 1600 CE)

• The Islamic world preserved and expanded alchemical knowledge, with figures like Jabir ibn Hayyan (Geber), who systematized laboratory techniques.

• Alchemy entered medieval Europe through translations, inspiring figures such as Albertus Magnus, Roger Bacon, and Paracelsus.

• The quest for the Philosopher’s Stone—a mythical substance granting immortality and transmuting base metals into gold—became central.

Renaissance and Early Modern Alchemy (c. 1500 - 1700 CE)

• The fusion of alchemy and early chemistry occurred through figures like Isaac Newton and Robert Boyle.

• Paracelsus emphasized spagyric alchemy, focusing on the medicinal applications of alchemy rather than purely transmutational goals.

• The rise of the Rosicrucians and Freemasons kept alchemical philosophy alive in esoteric circles.

⚗Core Principles of Alchemy

The Three Alchemical Principles (Tria Prima – Paracelsus)

Alchemy posits that all matter consists of three essential principles:

• Sulfur (Soul) – Represents spirit, transformation, and the volatile aspects of existence.

• Mercury (Mind) – Symbolizes fluidity, adaptability, and the connection between spirit and body.

• Salt (Body) – Embodies physical form and stability.

⚗The Four Classical Elements

Alchemy works with the foundational elements of Earth, Water, Air, and Fire, believing these are essential to transmutation and spiritual purification.

The Magnum Opus (Great Work)

The process of transmutation was divided into four symbolic stages:

• Nigredo (Blackening) – Death, dissolution, and breaking down impurities.

• Albedo (Whitening) – Purification and enlightenment.

• Citrinitas (Yellowing) – Awakening and the infusion of divine light.

• Rubedo (Reddening) – Completion, the birth of the perfected being, or the Philosopher’s Stone.

⚗Applications of Alchemy

Physical & Material Alchemy (Transmutation & Chemistry)

• Attempting to turn lead into gold symbolized the refinement of base matter into perfection.

• Alchemists developed early chemical processes, including distillation, sublimation, and crystallization, laying the groundwork for modern chemistry.

• Gunpowder, acids, and medicinal compounds were discovered through alchemical experiments.

Spiritual & Mystical Alchemy

• Many saw alchemy as a metaphor for spiritual enlightenment—transforming the “lead” of the mundane self into the “gold” of the divine self.

• The Philosopher’s Stone was also symbolic of self-realization and immortality.

• Theurgy and Hermetic practices integrated alchemy with ritual magick to invoke higher states of consciousness.

Medicine & Healing (Alchemical Medicine – Spagyrics)

• Paracelsus introduced the idea that diseases could be cured by extracting the essence of plants and minerals.

• Early homeopathy and herbal medicine developed from these alchemical principles.

• Some alchemists sought longevity elixirs, believed to extend life or even grant immortality.

Psychological Alchemy (Carl Jung’s Interpretation)

• Carl Jung saw alchemy as a metaphor for psychological individuation, where the Magnum Opus represented self-integration.

• The shadow (Nigredo), anima/animus (Albedo), and self-realization (Rubedo) were psychological processes paralleling alchemical transformation.

Occult and Modern Esoteric Alchemy

• Alchemical concepts remain central in Hermeticism, Thelema, Rosicrucianism, and Freemasonry.

• The idea of internal alchemy is found in modern spiritual traditions, focusing on energy work, ascension, and self-deification.

⚗Legacy of Alchemy in the Modern World

• Chemistry & Pharmacology: Many laboratory techniques originated from alchemical practices.

• Spiritual Development: The concept of personal transformation remains a key theme in occult traditions.

• Symbolism & Psychology: Alchemy’s symbols and processes influence Jungian psychology and self-improvement methodologies.

Alchemy is far more than just the pursuit of gold—it is a science of transformation at all levels: material, spiritual, and psychological. From its ancient roots in Egypt and China to its esoteric revival in modern mysticism, alchemy continues to inspire those seeking wisdom, power, and enlightenment.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! This recipe/review was delayed at first from- well it was a different recipe originally, technically bat tempura should be the next item but id like my first tasting experience of bat to be made by someone else who knows what bat should taste like. The recipe after bat tempura is living armor and id intended to use geoduck to mimic the scale. Living armor is interesting with dunmeshi as they used the suit of armor in 3 different ways; grilling, steaming, and souping.

Affording geoduck, a PNW delicacy, is a stretch for one dish, let alone 3. With my write-ups id like to offer a chance that readers will actually be able to make what we talk about. So I opted to use regular clams instead. I feel myself above the fire so we're still sticking with one dish, the dish that doesnt require a grill or a helmet-esque plating arrangement.

Today in our delicious dungeon, we're going to be making Living Armor Soup!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Living Armor Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASKThe ingredients used in the show didnt give much to work on, quoting "medicinal herb" and "special sauce".

1 lbs Mussels

Shallots

Garlic

Bay leaf

Curry powder

Chicken stock

Cream

Eggs

Its important to use cream as your dairy, the higher fat content gives you leeway with boiling and acidity to avoid curdling. Any cream should do. Still bring it to temp gently but rest assured in the moo moos protection. 

AND, “what does Living Armor Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

A smoother, buttery-er cream of chicken soup

The mussel meat itself feels like a simplified version of chicken hearts- structurally and in taste

Its not bad. You could hard sell it to a picky eater 

Green onions would bring crispier top-notes much needed

And maybe building a roux base for the soup would fill out the low end?

I dont know what drinks would pair well with this. My heart wants to say red wine but im not a grape fan and cant get more specific than that

I think the hassle of procuring seafood is why when i ask my friends their opinions, the responses are middling to negative. You cant build a palate for it if you dont eat it enough. If i'd had fish stock i wouldve used that rather than chicken, while it doesnt turn the soup disgusting or make itself known much at all, awareness of its presence draws unfavorable comparisons to food I'd rather be eating. And eating for cheaper too (...besides the chicken hearts).

. Some mussels out of a bunch will inevitably be DOA, you wont be eating exactly a pound of them. This and waterweight are the nature of seafood. . Lay easy on the salt until the end before serving . If you have enough mussel stock left after straining, you might not need additional stock

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From deciding to cook to sitting and eating, the process took about an hour and a half. Not bad but not great, considering this dinner left me feeling full for all of about an hour after.

And the mussels were mostly usable/alive too! I discarded maybe 3 of the whole pound! Sure seafood can be light eating- youd think the dairy and vegetables would hulk it up more. The science of what makes food filling isnt entirely understood, as is most nutrition and gastro science, so i dont know what to blame. Stunning that 1lbs of mussels was not enough to keep a 110lbs person full for an hour.

If i were to make this again, i would serve it with fresh dinner rolls (or another carb). Breads and seafood are joined at the hip in my mind. You want more delicate tastes from your fish? I got just the thing. An entire family of food with varying flavors and textures that just so happen to all work pretty well with the third thing people eat often with seafood; butter.

I give this recipe a solid 4/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) It needs workshopping beyond being recognizable to the show.

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Ingredients:

1 lbs mussels, cleaned and de-bearded

Butter

3 shallots, finely diced

3 garlic cloves, crushed

2 bay leaf

Curry powder to taste

120g chicken stock

100g heavy cream

2 eggs

Method:

Wash your mussels. Remove any beards and barnacles. Discard any mussels with open shells.

Finely dice your shallots and garlic.

In a saucepan, brown your shallots and garlic in some butter over medium-low heat. Once softened add your stock, bay leaves, and curry powder to the saucepan. Increase the heat to medium.

Add your cleaned mussles to the saucepan, the liquid should cover them but if not add more stock. Bring to a boil, and then cover and reduce to a simmer.

Keep simmering until most/all of the mussel shells open. Discard any that still havent after about 6 minutes of simmering. Set aside the remaining mussels.

Pass the liquid in your saucepan through a strainer and return the liquid into the saucepan.

In a seperate bowl, combine the eggs and cream together. Carefully stir the egg/cream mixture into the saucepan until incorporated.

Remove the meat from the mussels, either discard or save some shells for garnishing.

Place the mussel meat on the bottom of serving bowls and pour the hot broth overtop, add your garnish (if any) and enjoy!

[the-enfolded]

Unend Departure Dinner

Celebrating the maiden voyage of the Ship

Courtesy of Chef Quino Del Belsaban (chef) and sous-chefs Voro and Mikelord

We will tonight celebrate the commencement of the journey, and it’s our pleasure this evening to treat you all to a very special and unique singular meal, compliments of the Cosmological Consortium’s Highest Light subcommittee.

We begin with ephemera of mineralflower enclosing lavenderwater-infused mirrorhawk mousse, dusted with riftgrass pollen, nestled on a sprouted microbloom tuft, crowned with edible Serapha Nebulaflorum.

And of course our signature cocktail tonight the Aurora Prismatica, exquisite Empyrean lavender and silk cordial, layered with zephyr of eldermanflower, misted with Alpinian plume of Verdure and lightly smoked with charcoal of Sequestrian hacklethorn. I personally recommend you enjoy it on the rocks – perhaps unorthodox, but just trust us on this one.

Buloga pearl caviar tartare, accompanied by shaved roast of sloe, crowned with frosted Ebonreef truffle, drizzled with 100-traversal-aged prang syrup and garnished with chinchona leaf. Enjoy.

The palate-cleansing salad is up next. My friends, a medley of crisp frisée, tender mini prunus hearts, and heirloom rubus misted with essence of blackened citrus of elderthief, sprinkled with delicious and nutritious high-altitude breadmoss and garnished with greens from the gardens of Gloria. Please enjoy.

Our main entree, my friends: sovereign spice-seared filet of Vildefeluvian lake grouper, ladled with reduction of burk buranah, brushed with crushed pistachio and golden salt, served atop a bed of rare black macrograin sourced from the marshes of Ackute. Dig in.

Miravette Reserve, an aromatic honeylight wine from the Highest Light? Quite delicate, notes of straw and almond, very well-balanced, very intriguing

And for our grand finale, exquisite bombe of blonded and blued chocolate mother-of-mica, encased in a delicate wind-woven sugar dome, decorated with self-caramelizing tufted sugar frond, rosewater foam, and edible silverleaf confetti, and finished of course with a touch of our most rare and fine melt-velvet orchid extract. It’s been our pleasure to serve you this evening everyone. Thank you so much.

Ingredients (by request)

Hors d'oeuvre (Un inspired)

Ephemera of mineralflower - phyllo pastry blossoms lightly brushed with strawberry syrup and sprinkled with gold decorator sugar “minerals”.

Lavenderwater-infused mirrorhawk mousse - salmon cream-cheese mousse (go very easy on the lemon juice) with chili flakes, and smoked paprika, partially lavender tinted

Riftgrass pollen - paprika and a hint of turmeric, edible glitter mica

Sprouted microbloom tuft - ball of sprouts, local wildflower micro blossoms

Serapha Nebulaflorum - Rosemary blossoms, saffron, cornflower petals, and marigold petals

Cocktail (Fold inspired)

Empyrean lavender and silk cordial -

lychee mogu mogu drink(as base silk cordial - can be blended smooth if needed), strong chilled butterfly pea flower tea (as lavender cordial - spoon gently over appears lavender/indigo in basic conditions)

Zephyr of eldermanflower - small amount of Plum Soju spooned gently on top (mildly acidic, turns top of butterfly tea magenta/violet) substitute a tiny amount of white peach or other clear fruit juice of your choice for a non-alcohol version

Alpinian plume of Verdure - Blossoming heather sprig)

Charcoal of Sequestrian hacklethorn - torched cinnamon (not recommended, maybe a cherry wood? smoking not essential for how sweet and floral this cocktail is)

On the rocks - giant ice cubes

Appetizer (Fold inspired)

Buloga pearl caviar tartare - chia caviar with butterfly-tea dyed tapioca pearls served on a base of crème fraîche (alternatively could try black lumpfish caviar too, if available)

Shaved roast of sloe - if sloe = slow thinly shaved oil and sea-salt roast purple potato, if sloe = the gin plum, sliced and roasted umeboshi red plum for garnish (both plum and potato used)

Frosted Ebonreef truffle - crunchy dried shiitake snack mushroom frosted with silver edible mica glitter,

100-traversal-aged prang syrup - balsamic vinegar, fresh raspberry and apricot jam reduction with a touch of soy sauce (strained)

Chinchona leaf - shiso leaf

Salad (Un inspired)

Medley of crisp frisée - a base of curly endive and pea shoots

Tender mini prunus hearts - almonds and dried apricot cut into hearts (both in prunus family),

Heirloom rubus - raspberries and blackberries

Essence of blackened citrus of elderthief - sugared and caramelized blood orange and mini clementine slices, scant raspberry balsamic vinaigrette

High-altitude breadmoss - French bread triangles brushed with olive oil and coated with dried parsley and dill (needs work to become more tasty - try garlic bread triangles and a lighter dusting of herbs)

Greens from the gardens of Gloria - parsley and “spring mix” greens.

Main (Fold inspired)

Sovereign spice-seared filet of Vildefeluvian lake grouper - pacific cod with salt, pepper and old bay, pan seared in vegetable oil and basted with butter

Reduction of burk buranah - supposed to be a cab-sav beurre blanc, but used a Béarnaise instead

Crushed pistachio - crushed pistachio (blanched to remove brown hulls) Golden salt - golden decorator sugar because it looked pretty, but could also try a turmeric-ginger-garlic golden salt,

Rare black macrograin sourced from the marshes of Ackute - black rice

Wine (Un inspired)

Miravette Reserve - 2020 Gérard Bertrand Orange Gold (clean and citrusy, good with fish)

Dessert (Un inspired)

Exquisite bombe of blonded and blued chocolate mother-of-mica - Mirrorhawk pearl of white chocolate strawberry Lindt rolled in blue/yellow cake sprinkles, on a split lemon madeleine shell with blue and yellow chocolate button and crème fraîche ganache

Delicate wind-woven sugar dome - blue cotton candy

Self-caramelizing tufted sugar frond - punished and caramelized marshmallows on a strawberry pocky stem with strawberry syrup and golden sugar embellishments

Rosewater foam - pink lychee gel foam

Edible silverleaf confetti - oregano leaves dusted with silver edible mica glitter

Melt-velvet orchid extract - strawberry vanilla syrup

Enjoy!

[theambitiouswoman]

Foods You Can Eat Instead of Taking Vitamins and Supplements 🍎🥥🥦🥑🍌

Vitamin A: Carrots, sweet potatoes, spinach, kale.

B Vitamins: Whole grains, meat, eggs, nuts, legumes.

Vitamin B1 (Thiamine): Whole grains, legumes, nuts, pork, fortified cereals.

Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin): Dairy products, lean meats, almonds, leafy greens. Vitamin B3 (Niacin): Poultry, fish, nuts, legumes, whole grains.

Vitamin B5 (Pantothenic Acid): Meat, poultry, eggs, avocado, whole grains.

B6: Chicken, turkey, fish, bananas, chickpeas.

Folate (Vitamin B9): Leafy greens, legumes, citrus fruits, fortified grains.

Vitamin B12: Animal products (meat, fish, dairy), fortified plant-based foods.

Vitamin C: Citrus fruits, strawberries, bell peppers.

Vitamin D: Fatty fish (salmon, mackerel), fortified dairy products, sunlight.

Vitamin E: Sunflower seeds, almonds, vegetable oils, nuts, spinach, broccoli.

Vitamin F (Essential Fatty Acids): Fatty fish, flaxseeds, chia seeds, walnuts.

Vitamin H (Biotin): Eggs, nuts, sweet potatoes, salmon, avocado.

Vitamin K: Leafy greens (kale, spinach), broccoli, Brussels sprouts.

Vitamin K2: Fermented foods (natto, cheese), animal products, leafy greens.

Vitamin L1 (Anthranilic Acid): Cruciferous vegetables (cabbage, cauliflower), legumes.

Vitamin P (Bioflavonoids): Citrus fruits, berries, onions, green tea.

Vitamin Q (Ubiquinone): Fatty fish, organ meats, spinach, cauliflower.

Vitamin T (L-carnitine): Red meat, poultry, fish, dairy products.

Vitamin U (S-Methylmethionine): Cabbage, broccoli, Brussels sprouts.

Betaine: Beets, spinach, whole grains, seafood.

Boron: Fruits (apples, pears), legumes, nuts, avocado.

Calcium: Dairy products, leafy greens (kale, collard greens), almonds.

Carnosine: Beef, poultry, fish.

Carnitine: Red meat, dairy products, fish.

Catechins: Green tea, black tea, dark chocolate.

Choline: Eggs, liver, beef, broccoli, soybeans.

Creatine: Red meat, fish, poultry.

Chromium: Broccoli, whole grains, nuts, brewer's yeast.

Chondroitin: Cartilage-rich foods (bone broth, connective tissue of meat).

Copper: Shellfish, nuts, seeds, organ meats, lentils.

Coenzyme Q10 (CoQ10): Fatty fish, organ meats, nuts, soybean oil.

Ellagic Acid: Berries (strawberries, raspberries), pomegranates.

Glucosinolates: Cruciferous vegetables (cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower).

Glucosamine: Shellfish (shrimp, crab), bone broth, animal connective tissues.

Glutamine: Dairy products, meat, poultry, cabbage.

Inositol: Citrus fruits, beans, nuts, whole grains.

Iodine: Seafood, iodized salt, dairy products.

Iron: Red meat, poultry, beans, lentils, spinach.

L-Theanine: Mushrooms, black tea, white tea, guayusa.

Lignans: Flaxseeds, whole grains, cruciferous vegetables.

Lutein and Zeaxanthin: Leafy greens (spinach, kale), corn, eggs.

Lycopene: Tomatoes, watermelon, pink grapefruit.

Magnesium: Spinach, nuts, seeds, whole grains, beans.

Manganese: Nuts, seeds, whole grains, leafy greens, tea.

Melatonin: Cherries, grapes, tomatoes.

Omega-3 fatty acids: Flaxseeds, chia seeds, walnuts, fatty fish.

PABA (Para-Aminobenzoic Acid): Whole grains, eggs, organ meats.

Pantothenic Acid (Vitamin B5): Meat, poultry, fish, whole grains, avocado

Pectin: Apples, citrus fruits, berries, pears.

Phosphorus: Dairy products, meat, poultry, fish, nuts.

Prebiotics: Garlic, onions, leeks, asparagus, bananas (unripe), oats, apples, barley, flaxseeds, seaweed.

Probiotics: Yogurt, kefir, fermented foods (sauerkraut, kimchi).

Potassium: Bananas, oranges, potatoes, spinach, yogurt.

Polyphenols: Berries, dark chocolate, red wine, tea.

Quercetin: Apples, onions, berries, citrus fruits.

Resveratrol: Red grapes, red wine, berries, peanuts.

Rutin: Buckwheat, citrus fruits, figs, apples.

Selenium: Brazil nuts, seafood, poultry, eggs.

Silica: Whole grains, oats, brown rice, leafy greens.

Sulforaphane: Cruciferous vegetables (broccoli, Brussels sprouts), cabbage.

Taurine: Meat, seafood, dairy products.

Theanine: Green tea, black tea, certain mushrooms.

Tyrosine: Meat, fish, dairy products, nuts, seeds.

Vanadium: Mushrooms, shellfish, dill, parsley, black pepper.

Zeatin: Whole grains, legumes, nuts, seeds.

Zinc: Oysters, beef, poultry, beans, nuts, whole grains.

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Hidden (Simon Riley / Reader)

Part of my In Plain Sight Transmasc Reader Series

CW: transmasc reader, blow jobs, dry humping, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, t-dick sucking, vaginal sex, anal fingering, creampies, mentions of anal sex, clit refered to as dick

Transmasculine Reader, some feminine terms used to describe genitlia

WC: 3.7k

Read on AO3

Read Below The Cut

“Oh, fuck-” he groaned, slipping his fingers through my hair. He tilted his head back against the wall. A stream of soft noises slipped from his tongue, growing higher and higher in pitch.

The smell of bleach seeped into my senses, wafting through the closet. Bottles of detergent clattered as he draped his arm over the shelf beside him. I squeezed my eyes shut, sinking down on his length until the tight blonde curls at the base of his cock brushed against the tip of my nose. 

He felt hot and heavy in my mouth. His skin was tainted with the taste of salt, stretching my throat just enough to feel a dull burning that wouldn't leave me for a day. 

The deep blush adorning his cheeks slowly trickled down his neck, igniting his skin with color. Heavy breaths left his parted lips, slicked with spit. His hips rutted into my mouth, nudging the head of his cock further down my throat. 

He cursed under his breath, stroking my cheek with his thumb. His touch was soft, careful, a stark contrast against the way he filthily rolled his hips into me, threatening to make me gag. Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, my lungs stilled, aching as I took him into my mouth. 

Drool spilled from the corners of my mouth, running down my jaw. I bobbed my head, pulling back just to swirl my tongue around his flushed head. 

He wedged his thumb into my mouth, opening my jaw wider to accommodate his length. Tears brimmed in my eyes as he nudged against my uvula. My chest heaved as I gagged on his length. Pulling back, I took in deep, panting breaths, my lungs burning as lactic acid pooled in my veins. Taking his cock in my hand, I slowly stroked him, spreading my saliva over his length. 

I laved my tongue over his balls, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Thick tears dotted my eyes, running down my blotchy cheeks. Furrowing my brows, I wrapped my lips around his balls, sucking gently on them. A deep grunt rose from his chest, nearly rattling the small room. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” He groaned, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. He tugged my hand over his hip, resting it on his bare ass. “Use your fingers-” he gestured, lazily pointing to my hand. 

With a soft pop, I pulled off of his balls. My lips curled into a crooked grin, only growing wider as my fingertips neared his hole. Pushing past the tense muscles, I sunk two digits inside of him, curling them up against his prostate. He clenched around me, moaning at the intrusion of my digits. 

Each drag of my fingers pulled desperate noises from him, sparking a dull throbbing in my core. I moaned, taking him back into my mouth. I bobbed my head, keeping in time with my fingers as they plunged inside of him. I could feel him tense in my mouth, threatening to spill over. The sinful noises filling the room only grew louder, morphing into desperate pleas for release. 

His thighs began to shake, hands balling tightly into fists, tensing around my hair. He grunted, rocking his hips forward into my mouth. Warmth spread through my mouth, slipping down the back of my throat as he came. Furrowing my brows, I swallowed around his length, gagging as I pulled off of his cock. 

“Fuck, that was good,” he groaned, gripping my shirt collar. Tugging hard, he pulled me to my feet, my chest crashing into his.  His lips met mine in a feverish kiss. His breath tasted like instant coffee, laced with a faint tinge of tobacco from the chew packed beside his gums. My pulse quickened as his tongue slid against my bottom lip. With a soft grunt, I parted my lips, swirling my tongue around his own. 

My belt clattered as he reached for the buckle. Pulling back, a silvery strand of saliva connected our puffy lips. I pushed his hands away, stepping back with a soft thud against the hardwood floor. 

“Let me get you off,” He reached out once more, settling his hands on my belt loops. I clenched my jaw, teeth gritting as I looked at the man before me. His ochre eyes were a shade even darker, swallowed up by his dark pupils. I glanced down, my gaze landing on his cock. He was still hard, nearly twitching in excitement. 

Squeezing my thighs, I shook my head. The throbbing in my core only grew as I imagined his mouth on me, laving over my cunt, or his fingers pushing deep inside me. The image of his thick cock spearing me open played on repeat in my mind, like a song sure to nag at my head until I finally gave in. 

Not yet…

“I’m just…self conscious…” I mumbled, lying through my gritted teeth. 

-

Tucked into my pocket, my phone started buzzing. Glancing down, I slipped my hand into my pocket, my fingertips grazing along the plastic of my phone case. I squinted my eyes as a flash of light cut through my dim bedroom. Scanning along the screen, my eyes widened as I read the words before me. 

“L.T. : My room. Now.”

Pulling a thick hoodie over my head, I slipped into the hallway. My footsteps cut through the thick silence filling the corridor. I could feel my pulse quickening with every footstep as my eyes scanned along the doors scattered through the hallway. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, a meager attempt to quell my anxieties. 

Turning the corner, I stopped in front of a barren door. Glancing down the hallway once more, I reached out, rapping my knuckles against the door. 

The hinges creaked as the door abruptly swung open. Thick fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist, pulling me into the dark room. With a slam and a soft grunt, I was up against the door, my chest pressed tightly against the mahogany. 

A groan fell from my throat as Simon rutted his hips against my ass. His cock was stiff, straining against the thick cotton of his sweats. He gripped my shirt, hands sliding underneath the fabric and ghosting over my stomach. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear, hot breath fanning over my skin. My skin ignited with heat as blood rushed between my legs. His touch felt almost scalding, the gentle brushes of his fingertips stirring something deep within me. 

 “Are you going to let me fuck you?”

I caught my lip between my teeth, biting down until the taste of iron spread across my tongue. My eyelids fluttered closed, a dull throbbing sparking in my stomach, trailing down to my core. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, blood coursing through my vestibules. My head spun, thoughts fading into background noise, replaced with one thing. 

Want. 

His hand trailed lower, sliding down my stomach and over my hip bones. My lips parted as soft noise fell from my tongue. He hummed, feeling my muscles tense under his touch. Dipping even lower, he settled his palm over my core, fingers tensing and flexing, skating across my skin as if they were searching for something. Stilling, he let out a soft noise from beside my ear. 

My stomach dropped, nausea swelling in my throat. Quickly, I nudged his hand away, gritting my teeth to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

“Do you have a micropenis or something?” Grunting, he slipped his fingers into the belt loops of my shorts, fingertips grazing along my hip bones. 

“No-” I sputtered. Heat rushed to my face. I clenched my jaw, my teeth gritting as I tried to hide the shaky tone in my voice. His fingertips slipped beneath the denim at my waist, just enough to spur my arousal, reinvigorate all my hidden wants I'd tried so hard to push aside. I pursed my lips, trying to ignore the growing dampness between my legs. Trying to ignore the way it spread with every word he spoke. 

“Come on,” he coaxed, his fingers skimming across my hip bones. “Bout time I returned the favor.”

“Ghost-” I pressed my forehead against the door. A heavy sigh left my lips. Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to push aside the feeling of his thick fingers settled on my hipbone. Tried to push aside the image of his digits stretching me out, or his tongue relentlessly teasing me. Tried to push away the curiosity. How would it feel if he stretched me out around his cock?

A muffled moan rose from my heaving chest, inciting something in him. His fingers dipped even lower before stopping once more as if to tease me. Swallowing back my apprehension, I nudged his hand closer to my aching cunt. A groan fell from his tongue as his fingers slid down my core, dipping between my lips, gathering my arousal on his fingertips. 

He slowly rocked his hips against my ass as he dragged his digits up my cunt. He settled his focus on my clit, circling it slowly, pulling desperate pleas from my tongue. My hips jolted, bucking into his palm. 

“Why’d you keep a sweet thing like this from me?” 

“Simon, please-” I grunted, feeling the intrusion of his digits as they slowly sank inside of me. I bit down on the inside of my cheek as his fingers stretched me out. Arousal bloomed in my stomach, hanging heavily between my hips, nearly making my knees buckle under the weight. 

His chin rested atop my shoulder, brown eyes locked onto his hand, and how it moved beneath the fabric of my shorts. Pleasure sparked between my legs, shooting up my spine as he grinded his palm against my throbbing clit. Soft squelching echoed through the room, melding with our hushed voices into some sort of twisted symphony. 

My legs quivered, growing unsteady as he fucked me harder on his digits. . A soft laugh bellowed from his chest. Clicking his tongue, he circled his arm around my waist, keeping me flush against his frame.

I could feel his cock twitching from within his sweats. His breath hastened, turning to shallow pants and hums. The tips of his fingers curled, dragging against my nerve endings with every pump of his digits. 

A stream of unfiltered moans left my throat, crescendoing higher and higher. His calloused palm covered my mouth, muffling the onslaught of desperate noises. His tall frame swallowed me up as he tugged me into his embrace. I tilted my head back against his shoulder, catching a glimpse of his deep eyes before my eyelids fluttered closed once more. Grunting, he pulled his fingers out. 

“Take these off.” He grabbed the hem of my shorts, shoving them down my thighs. His thick fingers dug into my hips, turning me roughly. With a grunt, my back hit the door. My pulse quickened as he sank to his knees before me. Slipping his fingers beneath the mask, he tugged the fabric over his nose, dropping it to the floor beside him.

Biting down on my lip, I held back my voice as I took in his bare face. Thin white lines adorned his skin. Patches of thick scar tissue crept up his jawline, marring his neck with their unrelenting hold. His lips pursed into a thin line, twitching as his gaze locked onto me. 

He stared up at me through his thick blonde lashes, framing his deep eyes. Leaning in, his tongue darted out, sliding up my core. His eyelids fluttered closed, a soft groan leaving his parted lips. 

“Taste good,” he hummed. 

His crooked nose nudged against my stomach. He groaned, tongue moving against my core.I carded my fingers through his hair, tangling in his soft blonde curls as his plush lips wrapped around my clit, sucking gently. I sighed, tightening my grip on his locks. He parted his lips as I tugged on his hair, flattening his tongue against my clit. 

Nearly black in the dim light, his eyes bore deep into me. His pupils were dilated, blown out with lust, raking over my frame as he teased me with his tongue. He nudged my legs apart, palms splayed over my thighs. The warmth of his skin felt nearly boiling against mine. 

Drawing in a shaky breath, I couldn’t help but notice the warmth spreading through my limbs, blossoming inside me. Sweat beaded down my chest, soaking into my hoodie. Beaded down my temples, running down my jawline. 

I jutted my hips forward, grinding against his tongue. His lips curled into a crooked smile before latching onto my clit. Tilting my head back against the door, I let my eyes fall closed as I sank further into the feeling of his lips on me. 

Like a ball of hot iron, the pleasure in my core swelled, growing hotter and hotter in my stomach. My limbs tensed, muscle fibers pulling tight as if I was a marionette. Each suck and lick tugged on my strings, contorting my body further into bliss. 

“That’s it, L.T. Suck me off.”

He bobbed his head, toying with my clit from between his lips. Sliding my other hand down his head, I toyed with the short curls at the base of his neck, nudging his head impossibly closer to my core. I drew in a shaky breath, my exhale melding with a soft breathy noise. 

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum,” I sputtered. My thighs quivered, my footing growing uneasy as I climbed closer and closer to my climax. Gritting my teeth, I choked out a moan. My toes dug into my shoes, curling as tension spread up my limbs. 

I rutted my hips against his lips, teetering over the edge of orgasm. Tears welled in my eyes as burning electrical pulses singed my nerve endings. Static subsumed my limbs, dragging my body into the haze of my orgasm. I cried out his name, fingers tensing around his locks. My shoulders slumped as my body sunk into the ground, melting under his touch, pliable beneath his broad hands. 

He rose from his knees, slotting his leg between mine. His stiff cock rutted against my thigh, straining against his sweats, begging for release. Hooking my fingers into his shirt collar, I tugged hard. His rough lips met mine, slicked with saliva and my own arousal. 

“Fuck me, Simon,” I mumbled against his lips. His fingertips dug into my skin, grip tight enough to leave behind purple bruises. He pulled me forward into his embrace, enveloping me in his toned arms. Not daring to break our kiss, he turned around, pushing me toward the bed. 

The springs squeaked beneath me as I fell back onto the bed. His broad hips settled between my parted legs. He dipped his hands beneath his sweats, pulling his cock from the confines of the thick cotton. Flushed and leaking, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his length.

He slowly stroked himself, eyes narrowing as they raked up and down my body. Humming, he dragged his cock down my core before rutting his hips forward. Honeyed noises left me as his cock slid against my clit. 

“Stop teasing,” my brows knitted, eyes fluttering closed as he frotted against my core. He shifted onto an elbow, leaning down to ghost his lips along the shell of my ear. His breath was hot, nearly scalding as it fanned over my flushed skin. 

“It’s called foreplay,” he said, softly moaning by my ear. “Fuck- you’re wet.”

The headboard thumped against the wall as he rolled his hips against mine. Every rut pulled noises from my chest, crescendoing into a needy whine. He sat back on his shins, not daring to break the rough pace he’d set. 

His sharp canines sunk into his plump bottom lip. Sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, he dragged his cockhead down my cunt, pushing past my entrance. It was quick, barely an inch and he was already pulling out, lips curling into a crooked smirk as I twitched beneath him. 

“Cute little cock,” he hummed, tapping his cockhead against my clit. 

“If you like my cock, you should see the one in my closet,” I smirked, crossing my ankles behind his back. “It’ll stretch you right out.”

He slipped back inside of me, pushing past my entrance, stretching out my insides. Rolling his hips forward, he inched inside of me, carving out a space for him to sit, heavy and twitching. Without stopping for a moment, he pistoned his hips into me. His brown eyes locked onto my cunt, staring at how I stretched to fit around him. 

I gritted my teeth, feeling filled to the brim. A dull, aching pressure swelled in my diaphragm, knocking the breath from my lungs. His fingers sank into my sides, holding me still against the mattress as he fucked into me. The mattress squeaked, bed frame threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts. 

He grunted, his head held low as his arousal took hold of his hips. His thrusts grew more forceful, nudging against my cervix, molding my insides to fit perfectly around his length. It was addictive, delectable. Drool ran down my face, seeping into the pillows below my head. 

“That’s it, lad. Taking my cock so well,” he groaned. He leaned down, pressing his chest against mine. His tongue darted past his lips, running up the side of my neck. Lust-laced noises left his parted lips as his sharp canines sunk into my flesh. I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging harshly on his soft curls. My other hand raked across his shoulder blades, leaving behind raised red lines littered with swelling blood droplets. 

My hips ached, legs splayed wide to accommodate his frame. I turned my head, tugging his hair hard enough to pull his face from the crook of my neck. He panted, his spit-soaked lips glistening even in the dim light. I leaned forward, my lips crashing against his. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past my lips, swirling against my own. The taste of my arousal hung on his breath, musky with a tinge of something sweet. 

His pace grew faster. Soft pants and grunts fell past his lips, growing louder with each thrust of his hips. His fingers sank into my thigh, pushing my knee to my chest. I bit down on my lip, copper sinking into my taste buds as I drew blood. My head fell back against the pillows, thighs quivering as his hips relentlessly rutted into me. 

“Fuck- right there, right there!” I choked out a moan. His hand slid between our sweaty bodies, diving between my legs, making hasty circles around my clit. I whined, digging my heels into his ass, pushing him deeper inside of me. I needed to be filled, branded by the head of his cock nudging my cervix. 

“Grippin’ me like a goddamn vice-” he sputtered, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. “Close-”

I brought my fingers to my lips, staring at him through my damp eyelashes as I swiped them over my tongue. Spit gathered on the pads of my fingertips, glistening in the light. Draping my hand over his hip, I slid my fingers down his ass, dipping inside of him. 

“Playing fuckin’ dirty now, aren’t you?” He grunted, his hips bucking into me. His cock twitched, threatening to spill inside of me. Moaning, I clenched around his length, pulling a desperate noise from his heaving chest. 

Staring down at his plush ass, I reached out, gripping him tight in my other hand, guiding him to fuck me harder. My eyes fluttered closed, brows knitting as I sank further into the pleasure blooming in my nerve endings. 

“It’s not playing dirty when I can feel you twitching inside of me.” my lips curled into a crooked smile. I curled my fingers inside of him, his hole tensing around my digits. “Fuck!”

He grunted with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock against my insides. Every breathy moan melded into my skin with his kisses like melted wax. Every roll of his hips sent pulses of white hot pleasure shooting up my spine. 

My back arched off of the mattress, chest pressing against his, the feeling of his skin against mine nearly scalding. His heart was racing, pounding away inside his chest, rumbling deep just like his voice. 

His thumb moved faster, rubbing circles against my clit. The pace of my fingers grew sloppier, falling out of rhythm as I tensed under his touch. 

“I’m gonna-” my words were cut off by a moan, dripping from my tongue like spit. 

My pleasure washed over me like slow-moving honey, settling in my limbs as they tensed. My fingertips dug into his soft flesh, leaving behind purple petals that would be sure to last into tomorrow. I seized around his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. Desperate whines left him, climbing higher and higher in pitch, melting into his heavy breaths. 

Warmth spread through my insides, spilling out and running down my thighs. Glancing down at the space of our bodies, I couldn’t help the way my eyes traced along the thick white ring of cum at the base of his cock. 

His fingers stilled, hips slowly rocking into me as he rode out his orgasm. I curled my fingers once more, squeezing every last drop out of him, draining him just so I could pick up the remnants. 

He collapsed in my arms, his toned chest heaving with every gasping breath of air he drew in. I draped my arms over his back, holding him flush against me as his heavy breaths slowly grew shallower. He slowly softened inside of me, not daring to move away from the warmth between my legs. 

“You okay?” I asked, pressing my lips to his temple. He huffed through his nose, lips curling into a smile. 

“Didn't expect a guy like you to have a tight cunt,” he hummed. 

Catching my lip between my teeth, I bit down, toying with the skin in my mouth. I chuckled, releasing my lip to speak. 

“You should fuck my ass next time, then.”

Masterlist

[swordboybestboy]

So we all agree that Mihawk is super weird, right? Like obviously he's goth (and every alt person I've ever met is at least a little weird its part of their charm) and he lives alone on war-ravaged goth island full of murder monkeys and took over the castle there to live out his life as a vampire cosplayer

But also he has a boat that's shaped like a coffin and sails the fucking SEAS alone in it and I swear this man is alive by sheer force of drama alone like there's some god in the one piece world that's watching him and going "Yeah can't let that boat capsize I'm living for his dedication to the aesthetic"

And who made that fucking boat anyway it's mast is shaped like Yoru how much did Mihawk pay to get someone to build his fucking death boat like did he go to water seven and commission this imagine that conversation "I want a boat big enough just for me, it needs to he shaped like a coffin and have a coffin shaped cabin just big enough for me to sleep in cause I wanna feel like I'm rising from the dead when I wake up also please make the mast look like my sword is stabbing into the boat, black fabric for the sails and don't forget the candle holders at the front, they're very important"

Speaking of which who makes those candles is he making his own special candles with boric acid or copper(II) infused wicks so the flame burns green or is there some specialty goth candle shop who gets a bunch of business from him I could see him being like my orgo professor and adding salts to fires because they burn pretty colors also he in a modern au he would probably throw wrappers into fires to see what happens and then keeps Dubble bubble sour fruit gum around so he can throw the wrappers in fire and watch them burn pretty colors

But this entire thought was started because I was thinking about how I like the idea of Shanks and Shamrock fighting over Mihawk and that I like the idea that Shamrock just isn't weird enough for Mihawk

And it made me think of how Mihawk's entire social circle is made of weirdos

Crocodile - this man apparently lives to make criminal organizations he knows what he wants in life and that is to be a mob boss he lost his hand and replaced it with a very large ornate hook and that shit has got to be heavy but it is intimidating and probably more useful than it would immediately seem he also has a collection of eccentric weirdos (let's not even get into the subject of his gender or status as luffy's potential mother)

Buggy - clown may be the most normal of them all actually

Perona - another goth carries around what I can only assume is either the shrunken body of the zombie Kumashi or a plush replica enjoys using her hollows to make people momentarily horribly depressed cause she's mean like that has a very unique sense of what is and is not "cute" and judges harshly based on it (though I have to agree that tiny plush kumashi IS cute in a creepy sorta way)

Zoro - has sworn to take his head but also begged to train under him like it's weird Mihawk agreed to that but it's also weird that Zoro asked (outside of the context of needing to be able to protect his friends) is a dork who thought it'd be a good idea to fight with a sword in his mouth (It's a miracle he was right) and decided to pose when he thought he was gonna die as a wax statue cause obviously that's the important part

Okay. The buzz in my brain has stopped producing actual thoughts now. Mihawk is weird. I love him for it. His friends are weird. His husband is weird. If my brain ever allows it I'm trying to write an entire fic that's basically "Mihawk is actively trying to be the weirdest person anyone he meets has ever met" because it's my favorite Mihawk thing.

[dazedblackwolf]

Since I'm vegan, incorporating elements of a canine ancestral diet into my lifestyle will be more about emulating the nutritional balance rather than the exact foods wolves consume. Wolves eat a mix of proteins, fats, and plant matter, with an emphasis on whole, nutrient-dense sources. Their diet is built for survival, strength, and endurance—qualities I can mirror through plant-based foods while maintaining my values.

### **Key Elements of a Wolf's Diet & Vegan Alternatives**

#### **1. High-Protein Intake**

Wolves thrive on a protein-rich diet, which fuels their muscles and sustains their energy for long periods. You can incorporate:

- **Legumes & Pulses** – Lentils, chickpeas, black beans, and split peas

- **Soy-based Proteins** – Tofu, tempeh, and edamame

- **Seitan (Vital Wheat Gluten)** – A high-protein, meat-like option

- **Hemp & Chia Seeds** – Packed with complete proteins

- **Nutritional Yeast** – Adds protein and a cheesy flavor to dishes

#### **2. Balanced Fats for Energy & Brain Function**

Wolves get essential fatty acids from prey, but you can substitute with plant-based sources:

- **Omega-3s** – Flaxseeds, walnuts, algae-based supplements, hemp seeds

- **Healthy Fats** – Avocados, olives, coconut, and nuts

- **Medium-Chain Triglycerides (MCTs)** – Found in coconut oil, which can boost energy like animal fats do for wolves

#### **3. Micronutrients & Minerals from Wild Plants**

Wolves eat berries, grasses, and herbs instinctively to maintain their health. You can add these:

- **Berries** – Blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries for antioxidants

- **Leafy Greens** – Kale, spinach, dandelion greens (high in calcium and iron)

- **Herbs & Wild Edibles** – Nettles, burdock root, and spirulina for detoxifying and nutrient density

#### **4. Gut Health & Digestion**

Wolves consume organ meats and bones for vitamins and minerals. A vegan version includes:

- **Fermented Foods** – Sauerkraut, kimchi, miso, and kombucha for gut health

- **Seaweed** – Rich in iodine and minerals, similar to nutrients found in animal organs

- **Mushrooms** – Reishi, lion’s mane, and chaga mimic the adaptogenic benefits of organ meats

#### **5. Cyclical Eating & Fasting**

Wolves don’t eat constantly; they gorge, fast, and graze on small plant foods. You might try:

- **Intermittent Fasting** – Eating within a set window (e.g., 8-hour feeding period)

- **Feast & Fast Cycle** – Some days with high intake, some days lighter with just fruits and greens

- **Instinctual Eating** – Listening to your body’s needs rather than forcing strict meal times

#### **6. Hydration & Natural Electrolytes**

Wolves get hydration from prey and fresh water sources. For you:

- **Coconut Water** – A natural electrolyte boost

- **Herbal Teas** – Dandelion, mint, and chamomile for hydration and benefits

- **Infused Waters** – Lemon, cucumber, or berries to mimic mineral-rich natural waters

### **Meal Ideas Inspired by a Canine Ancestral Diet**

- **"Hunt & Gather" Bowl** – Lentils, roasted mushrooms, wild rice, dandelion greens, and tahini

- **High-Protein Wild Plate** – Grilled tempeh, hemp seed pesto, roasted root veggies

- **Feral Smoothie** – Blueberries, coconut milk, hemp protein, chia, and spirulina

- **Forager’s Broth** – Miso soup with seaweed, tofu, and mushrooms

- **Raw Energy Bites** – Dates, walnuts, cacao, flax, and a touch of sea salt

I'm a nerd and a vegan wolf so have my collected information and brainstorming

[dogbinary]

Amomaxia┃Helena Eagan/Mark Scout

Read on Ao3 Here

rating: E (MDNI 18+)

wc: 4.4k

tags: car sex, drunk sex, hate sex (kind of), drinking, light choking, multiple orgasms, age gap, dom!Mark Scout, Mark is fully clothed/Helena is not, Severance 2x06 Atilla, post-Chinese Restaurant Scene

summary: based on this post by @kestrel-of-herran

a/n: I can't believe we didn't get nasty Mark/Helena sex in season 2 so this is my way of coping. This was also my first time writing for these two, so it may be a little self-indulgent. Huge thank you to my beta @imaginarydromedary for taking time out of their ridiculously busy schedule to edit this.

It started with a couple of drinks.

Several, actually.

She bought the first two rounds, he bought the third and fourth, then he lost track after that.

The Chinese restaurant had a special going on cheap shots of well tequila. They burned like battery acid going down, but four dollars is four dollars, and despite her reputation Helena didn’t seem to mind the price point.

He remembers watching her wrap her lips around the rim of the fifth glass, her throat bobbing as she downed it without using her hands; no idea where she would have learned something like that. His throat tightened as her tongue peeked out to lick the salt off her wrist.

Mark’s cock had been acting disobediently the whole night, but what really did him in was watching her shake some of that salt on to her finger and line the edge of his lips with it.

He almost crushed her hand leading her out into the parking lot, and she giggled the entire way, like this was all some sort of little scheme and he was falling head over heels for it.

As he hits the unlock button on his key FOB, part of him starts to feel slightly disgusted with himself. A little bit of alcohol and attention from a girl almost 20 years younger than him was really all it took? Well, that and the devastating grief, he supposes. At one point he’d read an article about how people use sex to cope with grief. So in that regard, at least he isn’t alone.

It also doesn’t help that said woman is Helena fucking Eagan.

She climbed onto his lap as soon as he shut the door. The two of them take up all the space his shitty, beat up Volvo had to offer. He only feels slightly embarrassed. She’s the head of his fucking company, which means she probably knows what he makes in a year, so if Helena has a problem with it, she can just ask Daddy to give him a raise.

The taste of the lime lingers on the roof of her mouth, and he’s chasing it as he sucks on her tongue. His hands are all the fuck over her, shaking as she helps him strip off her dark, heavy peacoat. Just that one piece of her outfit has to be worth more than a month of his rent, easily. It looks obscenely out of place tossed in the flaking faux leather of his passenger seat.

Privacy wise, he had been thankful he’d parked away from the imposing glare of the streetlights, but he's cursing himself now, because he has to feel his way through the buttons of her shirt. Her skin is so, so warm underneath. it’s like her body has naturally adapted to living in this freezing hellscape all her life.

“Your shirt too,” she says, pulling the offending fabric over her head. He almost chokes when she aggressively places his hands on her tits.

“No, Helly.”

They don’t know each other like that, so he’s not sure why that name came to mind. It would feel inappropriate if she weren’t grinding down on his dick through his pants. “In case I have to get us out of here.”

He’s mesmerized by her silhouette, the edges of her just barely etched out from the residual light of the parking lot.

No part of this is as careful as it should be. He grabs at her chest like a horny teenager, rubbing and pulling at her nipples until they stiffen under his fervent attention. She runs her fingers through his shitty mop of hair, scrapes the back of his scalp with her disgustingly expensive manicured nails.

The most embarrassing, guttural moan escapes him when she collects the strands at the base of his head and pulls. He’ll blame that on the alcohol later, if he remembers it. That must satisfy her though, because he can just barely make out the glint of her Hollywood smile before she’s licking a hot strip from collarbone to ear.

It’s like she was made in a lab specifically to turn him on, and he’s just along for the ride.

“Help me get out of this thing so you can fuck me,” she whispers, and again, he remembers she’s one of the greatest minds of her generation.

Through his drunken haze, it occurs to him that there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to get her out of these stockings. He’s panting like he’s run a mile, and, shit. The dizzying hot press of her cunt through her underwear is already threatening to make him spill out all over his jeans.

As if she can read his mind, Helena fucking Eagan takes pity on him. “Just rip ‘em,” she instructs, like he’s stupid for not considering it – like they weren’t made in Italy or France or some other place he could never afford to go.

The thin, sheer fabric comes apart with a resounding rip.

When mark’s thumb traces the cloth, no, fuck, the lace of her panties, he finds them thoroughly, devastatingly soaked. Ruined.

Fuck. He’s too fucking old for this. She’s going to kill him.

Helena whines and grinds down to meet his hand, but she’s so wet, the fabric slides to the side on its own, and suddenly he’s rubbing circles into her clit.

She’s whimpering as he teases it out of its tiny hood, like she’s some sort of barbie doll or porn star or something. Every part of her is perfect, because of course it fucking is. His cock is aching where it strains against the denim of his jeans, and he has to bite down on his tongue so he doesn’t cum himself and end this before it starts.

“Fuck, Mark,” she gasps, as if she can’t believe how much she’s dripping onto his wrist. He can’t remember the last time someone said his name like that. This goes far beyond anything he’s ever experienced – even before he became a sad sack of shit, and the endless revolving door of antidepressant cocktails. Did you know that your dick can literally stop working if you’re depressed?

The windows are fogging up against the chilled night air from the two of them panting. There’s enough heat radiating off of them to power his shitty apartment. At least half of it is coming from her drooling pussy. The poor thing is making a mess all over his wrist. He slides his thumb back, wrapping his rough fingers around the meat of her thigh, and dips it into her entrance, teasing and testing the give of it. His digit sinks into her. Another whimper – a shaky breath from Helena as he hooks it into her and fucks her with it, rocking in and out. The skin between his forefinger and thumb catching and grinding on her clit.

Helena presses her forehead to his. A thin sheen of sweat is beginning to form on her brow, face all screwed up, jaw loose and brows pinched in concentration as she chases her high. The fringe of her bangs is almost ticklish. Mark’s other hand traps her head there, gently. He can’t stop staring at her. When she starts to flutter around him, he swallows her breathy moan. She’s coming apart so easily with just his hand, chasing the friction with her hips.

When he pulls away from her mouth, a thin strip of saliva connects them.

Fuck, he can feel her tightening her grip, both on his shoulders and inside. Her nails are digging sharp half crescents into his brown corduroy jacket. He’ll never be able to wear this stupid thing ever again without thinking about her, like the image of her riding his hand is seeping into the fabric. He’ll never be able to wash her out.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “Do it, please. Please,” Mark Scout is begging her to come. It feels like he’ll die if she doesn’t, like the world will collapse around him. A black hole will swallow him up if she doesn’t take what she needs from him. He’s never felt more sure of anything in his life.

“Mark, fuck, I’m –”

“I know, shh.” He has no idea why on God’s green earth he shushes her. If he had his way, she’d be screaming so loud, any good samaritan within five miles would feel the need to call the cops on him, but it’s what feels right at the moment. She’s shivering above him like crazy, twitching in the thighs, making an absolute mess of his pants, dripping all over him. It feels right, though. Everything about this feels right, as fucked up as it is.

He places a grounding kiss to her forehead “I want to feel you, Helly.” Again, it’s something that should feel like an inappropriately intimate thing to say, but it doesn’t. It feels like she belongs in his arms, like whatever this is was somehow inevitable. The alcohol must be clouding his judgement. “Let me feel it.”

With a bit more pressure, Helena comes apart exactly as he would have imagined it – with a strangled cry, head tipped back, and greedy. Her walls have his digit in a stranglehold, gripping him like a vice; experiencing a poor imitation of everything he really wants to give her. Her hips stutter as she gasps for breath in his space, taking the air out of his lungs with her.

He’d give her that, he thinks, a bit deliriously. Anything she asks of him, she could have it. Which would be a dangerous thought if he had anything to actually give. His body, though, at least, is hers. That much is for fucking certain.

It feels like it’s been hers. For months, at least. Maybe it’s been hers ever since that night he almost ran over her in the parking lot, as if being in her presence planted a seed deep inside his chest and it's starting to take root now. The vines are spreading like fingers around each rib and cracking the bones open to make space for her.

She’s still twitching, riding out the last waves of her high, when she places her hands delicately on his face and kisses him like she’s starving. She grabs the bottom of his jaw, tilting his head to deepen it, and her tongue drags across the roof of his mouth like she's staking her claim. The responding groan that escapes him is one of surrender.

Helena makes quick work of his jeans, and doesn't even bother to help him by dragging them down. Her impatient hands pull his flushed and leaking cock straight through the hole in his boxers. It sits hot and heavy in her hand, and Mark hisses as she swipes her thumb across the leaking tip, spreading the wetness she finds there around the head. The small gesture has him gripping her hips so hard he’s surely going to leave a bruise.

He’s not going to last long. He just barely made it this far.

It feels like she can tell. Maybe it’s how pathetically he groans when she rubs her swollen red slit against the length of him, or how his hips cant slightly more towards her when she notches him at her entrance. She’s wearing a slightly amused smile, half of her bottom lip between her teeth while she toys with him.

When she finally takes pity on him and sinks down his cock, it's like all of his breath is strangled out of him. If he thought her skin was warm on the outside, she is absolutely burning on the inside. Every single one of his nerves is on fire. She fits him like a fucking glove, whining as he stretches her open.

The second she’s fully seated on top of him, his hands fly to her waist.

“Wait – wait,” he begs, fuck he’s begging again, his voice is unsteady, “Don’t. Just – shit. Just give me a second.”

“What’s wrong, Mark?” Her voice sounds so innocent. The grin she’s wearing is anything but. Helena giggles, tracing a thumb across his bottom lip. He has to wrench her hand away— the memory of them drinking, the salt, all of it comes rushing back to him in an instant.

A realization slaps him hard in the face: This is just a drunken, sloppy fuck.

She thinks this is funny. This princess in front of him; this girl who's never had to want for anything, rolling around in the dirt with him, dripping wet down to his balls.

He almost forgot how far beneath her he actually is, born into privilege beyond his imagination. Helena Eagan, multi-billion dollar heiress, is going to retire to her solid gold plated mansion tonight with his dirty, low-born fingerprints all over her.

He almost fell for it, didn’t he? That’s what these rich types do, make you feel important and thankful for any ounce of money or attention they deem appropriate to bestow upon you. God, he feels like a fucking idiot all of a sudden. What is he, her pet?

“Hey Mark, where’d you go?” Helena’s concerned eyes scan his face. He blinks back at her, suddenly remembering himself, remembering her wrist is still caught in his crushing grip.

Mark almost apologizes, but then decides against it. That’s not why they’re here. He didn’t drag her out of that restaurant to act all sweet or make love to her, call her fucking nicknames.

He doesn’t answer her at all actually, not with words. Instead, he reaches behind him and pulls the adjustment lever, causing both him and the seat to drop back. The sudden dip causes Helena to lose her balance and fall on top of him, arms caging both sides of his head.

He doesn’t spare her a second glance as he shifts his hips beneath her, pretends she isn’t staring at him wildly as he lifts her up and wrenches her panties to the side.

Mark’s too drunk and angry at himself to care about anything other than fucking the living shit out of her at this point.

No, if she wants to play these little games, she’s not making it out of this car unscathed.

He starts pounding up into her, raising his hips off the seat with every hard thrust to make sure he gets as deep as he can. Helena has to steady herself of her elbows from the force of it, lining her perky little tits up perfectly with his mouth. He takes advantage of the position to suck one greedily into his mouth. There’s nothing nice about this anymore. He’s not interested in taking his time with her, and he’s certainly not going to let her slip back into her little bubble and forget about this, or him.

“Agh fuck –” he bites a bright pink mark roughly into the side of her breast. There’s a responding clench around his dick, and it feels amazing so, fuck it, he does it again. This time, he sucks the skin purple around it— and she replies by gripping him even tighter.

It’s loud now. Every single thrust is punctuated with the weighted slap of his balls. She loves it rough. This would definitely hurt her if her body wasn’t begging for it. He can tell by the way her pussy is swallowing every inch of him up and drenching his cock. Mark’s punching into her so hard he’s sure some of it is going to splash onto the steering wheel. Her hitched breaths are more than enough encouragement to keep him going.

The slap that lands on her ass is ear-ringing. Helena whimpers, drops her forehead onto the headrest, and starts bouncing down in time to meet him.

God, she’s beautiful like this, she’s fucking perfect. He could get addicted to the way her walls squeeze and mold to fit his shape. He’d give up the bottle, hell, he’d give up his job, maybe even his sister if it meant he could have this – have her, wrapped around his dick, keeping it wet and warm twenty-four-fucking seven.

One of Helena’s hands grabs his hair above him and pulls it tightly in her fist. The sudden, sharp pain rips a deep, wrecked moan out from his throat. His balls pull up tighter against his body in warning, and he almost panics, thinking he’s going to come right there.

Mark’s hand moves before he can think about it, wrapping around Helena’s throat. Maybe he did it thinking it would slow things down, or maybe it was to put her in her place. Maybe some part of her really does just fucking want to kill her.

This isn’t really like him. It feels like it’s too much, too dangerous, like holding a lighter too close to the skin. But, as he’s about to remove it, he feels a smaller, more delicate hand land on top of his, squeezing and encouraging.

He does just that, and it’s like throwing gasoline on a fire. He presses his thumb and fingers together until he can feel her racing pulse beneath them.

Mark has never choked a single woman in his life. Not Gemma, not any fleeting girlfriends or one night stands, never.

Similarly, he has never felt more powerful in his entire fucking life than he has in this exact moment.

It’s decided, then. He’s not going to stop until she comes again, not until she’s screaming.

Mark slows his thrusts, and Helena greedily speeds up to compensate.

“Ride it,” he demands in a voice not entirely his own, “Go on, show me.”

He’s acting like a complete asshole, but Mark wants to see it so much it hurts. He wants to watch her use him, to see where his cock disappears inside her. There’s little chance his brain will remember it, not through the swimming haze, but he knows for certain that his body will. Later – when he wakes up hard in the middle of the night from dreaming about this, because he knows he will, and fucks his fist like a cheap imitation of her, he’ll remember. Every drag of his wet first will remind him how she squeezed him within an inch of his life.

Yeah, he’s totally fucked.

She’s a good listener, though, well behaved despite whatever possessed her to seek him out tonight. Helena does as she’s told, rolling her hips in a perfect, steady rhythm, sliding deliciously up and down his length. He could watch her do this forever, the shape of her dark silhouette riding him, deriving pleasure from him. Her pulse jumps beneath his fingers and, fuck, he can feel that same heartbeat in her pussy.

She has one hand on his arm, holding it in place with a tight grip, the other riding up his shirt so she can feel his chest beneath it. Her head is lolling to the side, mouth open with a silent gasp. She’s a vision, taking him so perfectly. He can just barely make out her furrowed dark brows.

He squeezes her throat just a bit tighter.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” It comes out a mean, as if even beneath her like this, he’s trying to put himself above her. He already knows the answer, can feel it in the way her legs are twitching again, how her rhythm is starting to break just slightly, but he wants to hear it for himself. They’re probably never going to see each other again after this, and that makes it matter more to him, for whatever reason.

She nods her head, quick and shallow.

“What’s that?” he asks, positioning his free thumb just barely on to her clit.

The grip on her throat loosens just a bit, “Yes,” she gasps, like she forgot she needed to breathe, “Yes, I’m close.”

“Good girl.” He doesn’t know where any of this is coming from. He’s never fucking said that before. “You look amazing,” he adds, because it’s the truth, “You feel fucking amazing.”

She’s taking him deeper with each pass of her hips. In and out, in and out. It’s going to drive him crazy, being inside her like this, feeling all of her wet heat. It keeps making him forget himself, like she’s soaking into his skin and bones.

As much as he doesn’t want this to end, his back is starting to kill him, and he thinks if he waits any longer he will really be the first known fatal case of blue balls. His sack is genuinely starting to ache from holding it all in, so he decides to take pity on her, pressing quick, deliberate circles into her clit.

Helena doubles over from the sensation, claiming his lips again. They aren’t kissing as much as they’re breathing into each other's mouths. “Fuck, Mark –” she says, grabbing his face.

Tears are beginning to bead in the corners of her eyes, and he begins to wonder how he compares to the laundry list of men she’s likely had in her past. She could have anyone, really. Not just because of the whole money thing, but because she genuinely is one of the most beautiful women he’s ever laid eyes on, especially like this.

She looks even more stunning like this, whimpering directly into his mouth, coming apart and making an absolute mess all over his cock and his jeans. Her pussy is gripping him like a vice, milking him impossibly tighter, soaking him through his underwear as he helps her ride out the waves.

“Fuck, Helly –” The nickname flies out right past his teeth.

He can’t help it. He’s going to come. He has to. He doesn’t have the strength to hold himself back anymore, not after that – not when her cunt is gripping him and literally sucking him in and out every fucking time she clenches. It’s too much. It’s all too much. He’s trembling beneath her.

“H–Helly, Helena, quick,” Mark urgently pats her on the shoulder, “I have to –”

“Shh,” she hushes softly, hotly, into his ear, “It’s okay, go ahead.” Then, she kisses him again, slowly, while grinding lazily against him. It feels less rushed and desperate than before, like she’s exploring his mouth rather than taking from it. She’s taking a moment to just feel him, savor every second she has his cock stuffed inside her before this ends and they have to come back down to reality.

Her hands cradle his head and scratch gently against his sideburns, down his chin. It makes him feel completely enveloped in her, like there’s no escape from the ruinous onslaught of sensation.

Why she would be fine with him coming inside her, he has no fucking idea. They didn’t think to talk this through beforehand, so he doesn’t know whether she’s on birth control or if she’s sterilized or whatever the fuck because he cannot begin to imagine she’d be comfortable with him fucking a baby into her, but Jesus Christ he’s just a man.

The battle within himself is lost when she pulls at his bottom lip, pinching it between her teeth.

Fine, if that’s what the princess wants.

Mark wraps his arms around her and crushes her body against his, pounding into her just a bit wildly. Her tits are rubbing up against his chest, and just out of focus, he can hear Helly giggling between moans.

The heat that’s been building at the base of his spine spreads up to his brain, and Mark comes so hard he blacks out for several seconds. It feels like a part of his soul is breaking off. Helly rides him through it, milking out whatever he has left to give her. It’s a tough angle, since he’s got her trapped in his arms, holding on to her like a lifeline. Every contraction of his balls pumps rope after rope of come into her, filling up her pink, used pussy.

He comes until there’s no more room for him to fill, until she’s so stuffed full of it that their combined mess starts leaking back out onto his jeans.His pants are thoroughly, disgustingly ruined. He’s going to have to fucking burn them when he gets home.

After he settles, they lay like that for several seconds, chests heaving, catching their breath like they’d just run a couples 10K marathon together.

Mark feels noticeably more sober. And younger, honestly. After years of going without, he has no idea how he kept up with this woman. She rang him out though, hung him up to dry like one of her ridiculous 700 thread-count towels – probably has her initials embroidered in the corner of them. He feels a little bit like that too.

They’re still connected when he’s starting to soften up inside her. He gently pats Helena’s back in an attempt to move them both so he can clean them up. There are plenty of tissues in the glovebox, but he’d never imagined he'd be using one like this.

When she turns to face him, he can’t help the ridiculous smile that comes to his face. She’s smiling up at him, too, with her Hollywood whites, and they both start to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

They don’t get far at all. She seems reluctant to move from her place on his chest.

“Was this some sort of espionage thing?” he asks, running his fingers down her spine. She’s thinner than he thought. Every vertebrae can be felt beneath her skin. Maybe he should invite her over for dinner at some point, though he doubts the frozen meals from the gas station sitting in his freezer would do much to impress her.

“Yeah,” she admits, looking up at him with her ridiculously blue eyes. What the fuck did she see in him, again? “I was really just hoping you’d be more willing to talk about the OTC with me.”

“Drastic measures.”

“Well, anything for Lumon.” Helly rolls her eyes. There’s goosebumps starting to form on her arms. He can feel them, more than he can see them.

He grabs her discarded coat from the passenger's seat and lays it across her back.

Mark wipes just enough fog from the window to take a glance at the empty parking lot. The neon lights of the restaurant are casting a faint red glow, stretching out just far enough to touch the front wheel of his car.

He supposes they can stay there for just a few more minutes.