#arch in the distance

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[iamyourdensityy]

why is Rick Riordan allergic to consistency

[larabar]

gonna dump my arches pictures here ^^

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

me @ myself: i do not need more gw2 character ideas. i do not need more gw2 character ideas. i do not need more gw2 character ideas. i do not n

my brain, ignoring me: but consider: a sentient jade-powered watchknight construct affiliated with the Tideturners, matching with the watchwork wings

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Complications and Solutions: Chapter 2

Summary:

Relations with Steven get heated and then crash and burn. Layla realises what it really means to be with a system and old feelings are hurt.

Has Jake decided Layla is a threat after all?

Pairings: Marc x Layla. Steven x Layla. Jake x Layla.

Warnings: Minor sexual language. Minor hints of past abuse.

Warnings for future chapters: There are going to be some talks about sex. Nothing hard core, but they will talk about it. Future chapters are also going to discuss some really deep stuff, relationship stuff, and DID/DR/DP stuff. Warnings will be at the start of each chapter.

Word Count: 3,558

Previous Chapter HERE (seriously who starts with chapter two?)

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Layla really wished there was an instruction book for this sort of thing. 

Dinner was so scarily normal that she could almost forget that there was anything abnormal. Steven alternated in gazing at her with utter love and babbling about the newest documentary he watched on unearthing ancient tombs. 

Of course these tombs did not have scary mummy creatures there to guard things or old angry gods out to destroy the world. 

She loved the way Steven looked at her. Like she was the only person on earth in that moment. 

They chatted about anything and everything as if they were old friends picking up a shared interest right where it was left off. She got to excitedly talk about the latest artifacts she had tracked down and he listened intently as she discussed their importance and proper history. He talked about his new focus on research topics and which authors seemed to know their things and which were just regurgitating old facts. 

They talked about everything except for the important things. When dinner was all said and done, she couldn’t help but notice that neither of them had really talked about themselves. 

Once back at the flat, she sat on the couch and pulled him down next to her. Moving to curl up into him, she draped his arm around her shoulders warmly. 

“How are you doing, Steven? Really, I mean. You were just getting used to Marc and then suddenly there’s someone else. It has to be a lot, doesn’t it?” She looked up at him, watching as he looked anywhere but at her. 

“Oh, I’m doing alright. You know, for a man that’s got two other men in his ol’ noggin. Could be worse.” Steven smiled and jiggled his leg. He didn’t know what to do with his hand, holding it out awkwardly away from her. She reached up and took it gently, holding it and stroking it soothingly. 

“Are they treating you well?” She knew Steven was in no way a push over, but he was also far too kind at times and willing to give too much to make others happy. 

“Of course!” Steven looked up at her. “You know, we have been doing a lot of figuring things out and trying to split our time and let everyone do their thing… Whatever their thing is. Of course I don’t really have a job anymore. Lost it when Marc vandalized the toilets. Doubt I could set foot in a museum in London again. Probably got my picture up on the no admittance board.” 

“That’s a shame.” Layla looked up at him. “I guess there’s no way to undo that… Did you want to go back? Work at the gift shop again?” 

“Well, no.” Steven sighed. “How can I just go back to selling inappropriate sweets and toys to children after all that? Wasn’t the job I wanted anyway. Just kind of the one I fell into… If I did fall into it. I can’t really remember anymore. Like it was just waiting for me. I think Marc got me the job and I just sort of…Went with the script.” 

“Do any of you have a job?” She gave him a worried look. The last thing they needed was to worry about how they were going to pay for things. Then again, she wondered how a job might work for them too. She really couldn't see Marc being able to work in the same capacity as Steven. 

“I think Jake has a job.” Steven looked away, jiggling his leg harder. “He goes off sometimes and says he has to work. He’s got his own license and all. It looked legit.” 

“You don’t know what he does?” 

“No. He won’t let us near the front area when he’s working. Said he’s afraid we’ll slip in by accident and cause problems. I get it. I wouldn’t want to mess up his job. Not after what happened with me…” Steven looked down. 

She wasn’t sure she liked this set up, but she wasn’t going to rock the boat. They had to figure some things out for themselves. It was their life, after all. 

“I’m sorry, Steven. I didn’t mean to bring you down.” She gently lay a hand on his leg and he stilled it. “You know, you can come to me if you feel like you need help with anything. If they aren’t treating you fairly or if you need to vent… I promise I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to.” 

Steven looked at her hand on his leg. “It’s fine. It really is. We’ve had some ups and downs. Marc took it pretty roughly when he found out and then we all fought a little. Sorta like finding out you suddenly have to share a room with your siblings when you were used to having your own space.” 

“It’s been such a short time.” She stroked his knee gently. “No one is expecting you to suddenly have all the answers or know how to handle this.” 

Steven nodded. “Yeah. I think Marc was sort of hoping that he’d be the expert. Jake can be a bit bossy sometimes too. He’s used to just sort of taking charge when he needs to.” 

“And you?” Layla smiled up at him. “You seem to be taking all this pretty well this time around.” 

“Well this time around I know what’s going on. Not left thinking I’ve got some sort of bloody demon possessing me or that I’m losing my mind.” He grinned. “Things make a lot more sense when you’re let in on the joke.”

“I still can’t believe he didn’t even try to explain it to you.” Layla sighed and shook her head. 

“Yeah well, that’s just how Marc is.” Steven smiled. “He’s not really good with explaining things. Neither is Jake, honestly. I must have been the one gifted with that part of the brain. They got the brooding and I got the ability to communicate.” 

“I love that about you, Steven.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “You don’t feel the need to hide things. If something’s on your mind you just let it out.” 

Steven gave a weak smile. “Not always. Sometimes I worry too much and don’t ask for what I really want…” 

“Are you worrying now?” She searched his eyes, taking in the way he hesitated before meeting her gaze. 

“A little…” Steven admitted. “We never really got to talk about how it would be with you.” 

“With me?” She sat up slightly so she could look at him fully. 

“Well you know… You’ll eventually want to live with Marc again, right? Move in here or have us go there or somewhere else. But… Isn’t it weird to go to bed and not know who you’re going to wake up with?” He looked away. “And then there’s… Being close.” 

“I don’t mind the whole going to bed thing. I love you and Marc. Maybe it might get a little weird with Jake but we can figure that out.” She gave him a sly smile. “And what about being close?” 

At times she couldn’t help but love his innocence. How much he blushed and how she could always see that desperate need to be seen and touched and acknowledged. 

Steven nervously took her hand. “You know… Close…You and me… That kind of close.” 

She leaned in and nuzzled his cheek. “This kind of close?” 

His breath escaped him slowly. “Closer.” He reached up and lay a hand gently on her shoulder, slowly sliding it back to stroke the back of her neck under her hair. 

Her own breath escaped her as she felt his fingertips lightly trace down her spine. She shifted and slowly pushed him back till he was half laying back on the couch with her on top of him. “Steven…” 

He looked up at her with wide eyes, unsure yet wanting. 

She looked down at him, taking in how open his face was. She could read the emotion there so easily. He was scared yet eager to follow her lead. This was nothing at all like her first time with Marc. 

The first time when he had grabbed her and pulled her close, lifting her and letting his hands move across her as if they couldn’t get enough of her touch. 

Steven’s fingers lightly settled on her hips and hesitated to pull her in. He didn’t know where he wanted her. Marc always knew where he wanted her and guided her each time. 

She wanted his hands to touch her. To slide over her body like they always did, pulling her this way and that until she was undone. But the hands stayed so feather light, unsure and unmoving. 

Layla shifted on him, trying to get him to move. To touch her. To take charge like he always did… His curls were in his eyes. Marc would hate that. This wasn’t Marc. 

“Oh god.” She suddenly stopped and stared down at him. A surge of panic shot through her as she suddenly realized that the body under her was so alarmingly familiar yet different at the same time. She knew every inch of him yet she didn’t know how it would feel this time. This was unfamiliar to her. This was not her husband she was making love to. She could not expect him to already know her needs. This was a man that had never touched her and did not know her body. It was unfair of her to expect him to already be on Marc’s level. 

She sat back and searched his face, seeking the familiar. It was there and not all at once. She couldn’t just pull him in and kiss him any time she wanted. 

She would never again be able to join him in the shower as a surprise. She couldn’t slide up next to him in the bed at night and slide a sneaky hand down to give him a pleasant wakeup call when the mood hit her right. 

She didn’t know what this body wanted. Would he like the same things Marc liked? What if he was ticklish? What if he didn’t like the things she did? What if she didn’t like what he did? What if…

“Layla?” Steven gave her a nervous smile. “You alright, Love?” 

What if Jake decided he hated her? What if he didn’t want to live with her? What if he didn’t want to wake up next to her? What if he didn’t like waking up with the taste of her in his mouth? The feel of her on his body? 

She got off Steven and stood up. “No… I’m not.” 

Steven stared up at her in alarm. “I’m sorry! Was…Was it something I did? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

She shook her head, desperate to tell him it was alright. That he did nothing wrong. That he was so right that it hurt her to stop. 

“Steven… I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” She looked at his body, wanting her. Reaching for her. “Does Marc know? Is he… What if.. What if Marc isn’t okay with this? What if Jake isn’t?” 

“Oh…” Steven blinked and sat up. He took a moment, lost in thought, then suddenly his face fell. “Oh.” 

That single word stabbed a dagger into her heart. That single word that gave voice to every insecurity, every fear, every moment when they knew that they were not normal. Every time the singular He would turn into a They in the minds of those around them. 

“I guess…” Steven swallowed hard, pushing back some emotion that threatened to rise up and spill over. “I guess we have some more things to talk about, huh?” 

“I’m so sorry… I should have thought about this before I pushed you this far. I’m so stupid…” Layla wrapped her arms around herself and turned away. 

“No, Layla!” Steven stood up and gently touched her arm. “It’s my fault! I wasn’t thinking! I’ve been selfish and I guess that’s not really something I can do anymore, is it?” 

Layla looked down. She suddenly missed her husband deeply. The way he would pull her in and wrap his arms around her too tightly as if he could somehow protect her from everything. How he knew the right way to slowly stroke her hair and whisper sweet nothings to her. 

A tear ran down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

She thought back to all the times when he would take her hand and give her a secret smile. A smile that knew how playful they could be together. She yearned for the times he stole kisses from her and much more. 

Steven’s hands dropped from her and he jerked slightly. “Layla.” Marc reached up and wiped away a tear with his thumb gently. “Hey…It’s alright.” He pulled her close and stroked her back gently. 

“I’m sorry.” She clung to him tightly, starting to cry. All the stress of the past year started to stream out of her. Of thinking he was in danger or dead. Of trying to find him. Of getting the divorce paper and being left alone to process those emotions. Of the danger with Harrow. Of the confusion with Steven. Of falling for him and feeling like she was cheating the whole time. Of watching them die and being unable to mourn. Of finding out about Jake and wondering if everything was alright. If they would be alright. Of still not understanding. Of wanting so desperately to understand and being told ‘no’. 

And now, she cried for the uncertainty of what being with him really meant. Things would never go back to how it was before. Before was just a pretend version of life. She fell in love with the idea of a man and now the idea had changed and she didn’t know what that meant. 

She was angry. He had hid the best and worst parts of himself from her. She could have gone into this relationship knowing Steven. She could have already established how she felt and they could still be curled up on the couch right now. She could be giving Steven the passion and intimacy that he deserved and instead she was here crying into the arms of another man that she didn’t know as well as she thought she did. 

Layla pulled away. “I love you. I meant it when I said it before. I don’t care about any of this because I love you….” She wiped her eyes angrily. “But I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. How do I want a part of you that was just a lie? I deserved more and you denied my heart from loving the real you. You hurt me, Marc. I’m only just now seeing it and yet I still feel like I’m the idiot!” 

“Layla, I never meant…” He started then stopped. She watched him shake his head and shut down, refusing to even fight for himself. “You’re right. I hurt you. I don’t deserve you.” 

“Don’t you dare do that.” She gave him a look. “Don’t you dare shut down on me.”

Marc turned his back. “I’m just going to keep hurting you. You’re right. You can’t do this. Go get yourself someone normal. You deserve a single good man. Not this mess.” 

“You don’t get to decide that!” She snapped. “Listen to me, Marc!” She grabbed his arm to turn him. 

He flinched hard, arms coming up in a defensive posture immediately, making her let him go. It was over in a fraction of a second and he dropped his arms as if it never happened. 

He stared ahead, eyes unfocused. His hand came up and snapped his fingers until he blinked and refocused, looking at his hand in surprise. “Stop. I got it. I got it.” 

He shook his head and looked back at her as if surprised she was still there. “I don’t get what you want from me. From this.” 

She sat back down on the couch. “I want to know you. The real you, Marc. I want you to tell me why you do that… I want to know how not to make you do that. I don’t want to keep hurting you and I don’t want you to feel like you need to hurt me trying to push me away.” 

Marc looked down then moved to sit next to her. “I’m sorry I messed up your moment with Steven. He was really looking forward to that.” 

“Me too.” She sighed heavily. “But I think first I need to understand this more. I need to know you again. I need to know how I feel about it all and that I’m not just looking at Steven and pretending that it’s you. And we’re going to need to set some ground rules down…especially with Jake.” 

“I’m sorry I made you cry.” He wrapped an arm around her gently and she gave in, moving to lean into him heavily. “Habibi… Enty Umri.” 

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You too.” She had no intention of letting it go. Tonight she would let them settle back into the false calm. She didn’t have the energy to tread lightly and feared she might fall apart again if he tried to shut her out again. 

Tomorrow she would start to search for the answers she needed. Tonight she would lay in her husband’s arms and pretend everything was alright. 

–

A few hours passed and at some point she must have nodded off. She woke up when the warm support next to her suddenly shifted and stood up. 

She yawned and stretched, looking up with tired eyes. 

Hard eyes looked back down at her, looking at her as if she were a problem he was trying to figure out how to deal with. 

“Jake?” She blinked and glanced around. “What time is it?” 

“Time for you to leave.” He found her coat and held it out to her. 

She looked at her watch and huffed. “It’s midnight. You’re kicking me out at midnight?” 

He looked up at a wall clock and sighed. He clearly didn’t want her there, but he also looked hesitant to send her into the dark alone. 

He dropped her coat on the couch and stood there a moment, hands on hips as he eyed her. “You hurt Steven. You also set off Marc. He’s going to be in a spiral for days now.” 

“That was personal.” She held her ground, not getting off the couch. “Were you spying on us? Is that what you do?” 

“I did not have to be present to know you hurt them!” He snapped. “Steven was crushed. What happened?” 

She hated how much that made her heart ache. To know that Steven felt so terrible and that she had done it. “Honestly it’s none of your business, but if you must know, things got a bit out of hand and…I didn’t handle it well. I’m sorry if I upset your delicate sensibilities, Jake. I plan to fully make it up to Steven later.” 

Jake eyed her. He was used to a different type of threat. He clearly had no idea how to handle this type of problem she was causing his system. 

“What then? Did you call out the wrong name?” Jake glanced at the couch and took a guess. 

Layla’s eyes widened at that. Another fear was added to her list at the same time she felt her cheeks heat up. She stood up and moved to square off with him, looking him in the eye. 

His body tensed, ready for a fight. If she threw a punch he would be ready for it. He could already see himself dodging and moving to get behind her and-

“That was uncalled for.” She stared him down. Two could play at this game. “In fact, I think you owe me an apology. You have such a low opinion of me and you don’t know me. You think you do because you have been a little gnat on our wall for so long. You don’t. I am not about to leave them. And if you think me leaving them is going to be good for the system, then maybe you don’t know your system as well as you think you do, either.” 

He stared at her, not wanting to back down but at the same time she could sense a little bit of panic creeping into his eyes and the way his frown started to twitch ever so slightly at the corners. 

He at last took a step back. “I have work. Stay here then. I don’t care. I’ll be back some time after nine. Don’t… Don’t mess with anything.” He moved to grab a duffel bag from behind a bookshelf and quickly left, slamming the door behind him. 

She stood there a moment then let out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, he and I are going to have words. It’s going to come down to some real big words, you wait and see…” 

She flopped back on the couch and lay back. She hugged a pillow tightly and buried her face into it. “FUCK!” 

This was not going well. 

[thorsenmark]

Rock Formation with a Variety of Shapes for the Mind to Imagine (Joshua Tree National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking the Arch Rock Nature Trail with a view looking to the southeast to a varied collections of rock formations. This is in Joshua Tree National Park. As with clouds, the mind can imagine many different ideas on what is perceived. Here was a collection with the one in the center almost looking like a whale coming up out of the ocean waters. I kept that in the image center and pulled back on the focal length to include some others to add variety and imagination.

[beatlesforsale]

I've officially bought my first pair of Birkenstocks for my trip (EVA ones specifically, can wash and use on the beach :3). I've never bought them or tried them on before so I'm really not sure what to expect. Does anyone own a pair and is it comfortable for walking for long distance?

[nixariel]

CARMEN SANDIEGO (2019) + locations: Casablanca, Poitiers, and Paris [1/?]

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[plant-homie]

the uniquely toxic love affair between the midwestern hometown and the trans kid who ran as far away as they could

[nanaslutt]

Face sitting w/ Higuruma

contains: fem reader, face sitting, cumming untouched (Hiromi), dirty talk, asphyxiation, pussydrunk!Hiromi, big nose supremacy, implied multiple rounds

MDNI

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"Your nose is so pretty Hiromi." You whispered to the man above you. Higuruma was reading some book as you rested your head on his lap, studying his features. His nose was high with a beautiful arch, his lips soft and plump, his eyebrows thick but well kept, thanks to you, his face sharp and chiseled to match his strong, defined features, he was utterly gorgeous.

The man whose legs you were lying on tipped the book down, allowing him to have an unobstructed view of your face. He smiled softly at your serious expression before he spoke, "You think so?" He asked, still holding his book by his side. You kept your expression the same as your eyes traced down the slope of his nose.

You reached up and touched it, running your finger from the strong bridge to the tip, before you dragged your finger down to his lips, pulling his bottom one back in the process as you continued dragging it down his face, letting his lip fall back into place before you dropped your hand back down on your chest. "Yeah." You replied, your eyes finally meeting his. It was only then that you realized he had been watching you that whole time.

"What do you like about it?" He asked, egging you on. You swallowed hard as you looked at the feature once more before smiling and looking into his eyes again, "The shape is perfect, and it's so… big. It looks so pretty on your face." You said honestly, your face heating up at your own words. "Is that right?" He responded, his eyebrows raising at your unabashed honesty as he dropped his eyes to your lips briefly before looking back into your eyes.

"If it's so pretty…" Hiromi started, mindlessly folding a page of his book at the corner to save his spot before he shut it and placed it to his side, leaning his face towards yours. His large hand grabbed your chin as he got closer, his body bending over you to bring his lips agaisnt yours, "do you wanna sit on it?" He finished. You swallowed hard, feeling every muscle on your body go rigid as you heard your heart beat loudly in your ears.

"Hiromi…" You mumbled, looking away from his eyes as you tried to escape his watchful gaze. You were just trying to compliment him, how did it get like this? "What? I thought you said it was pretty. You should show me how much you really like it or I might not believe you." He said, his hot breath tickling the skin of your lips as he teased you.

You suddenly felt a warmth blossom in the bottom of your stomach as he hovered over you, teasing you by not closing the distance. Your hands reached up and curled into his house shirt as you fought to keep hold of your sanity, trying to not get swept away by his words. "Let me please you." He whispered against you before pressing a featherlight kiss against your slightly parted lips. You had started breathing heavier at some point, your body growing aroused by his words.

"Let me taste you." Another featherlight kiss. "Sit on my face, grind your clit agaisnt my nose." You moaned against his lips, leaning your head up as you made him kiss you harder, sick of his teasing. You could feel his smile against your lips, his own heavy breathing hitting your cheeks as he breathed through his nose during the kiss. "Your mouth is so dirty, Hiromi." You said bashfully as you broke the kiss, pulling back just slightly as you mumbled the barely audible words against his soft lips, red from the kiss.

"Let me show you how dirty it can really get." He teased, smirking against your lips as he forced your lips together again. Your hands abandoned their hold on his shirt as you wrapped them around his neck, scratching your nails over the nape of his neck as he kissed you, making him groan softly into your mouth, a sound that you swallowed up greedily.

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"Hiromi this is… so embarrassing." You said as you sat on top of his chest, your bare cunt placed right between his pecs, your body moving up and down with his heavy breaths. "Why?" He asked as he ran his hands up and down the sides of your soft body, his eyes raking over your form as he waited for you to speak.

"I feel so exposed." You said, averting your eyes. Hiromi giggled, the vibrations in his chest tickling your inner thighs. "You don't usually feel embarrassed when I eat you out, why the sudden change?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he waited patiently for you to answer, despite how hard his cock was throbbing in his boxers at the thought of having you sit on his face while he tongue fucked your pussy.

His hands relaxed some of the nerves in your body as you tried to find the words. "I guess it's different 'cos I'm on top." Your eyes found his once more, only they weren't looking at your eyes, they were still dragging over your body, making you feel even more exposed. Hiromi didn't give any reaction of embarrassment when he looked back up to you and realized you were looking at him again, he just cupped your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks, watching how your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into his touch.

"Nonsense, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just me. All I want is to make you feel good, don't worry." He consoled you, his hands leaving your face and falling on your thighs, his hands caressing dangerously close to your cunt. "Now get up here, I don't know how much longer I can wait." He confessed, giving you a smirk that poorly disguised his arousal.

It was honestly a last-minute idea that popped into his head when he had asked you to sit on his face, but the second he had uttered the words out loud, his body had reacted, and it was then that he realized just how badly he really wanted this. The lawyer didn't know why he hadn't thought of this before. He always got so aroused when he ate you out.

In fact, he loved it so much that he can't remember a time when he didn't eat your pussy out before he fucked you, this should've seemed so obvious. Having you smother his face with your pussy while you rested your full weight against him? He needed to stop thinking or he was going to cream his pants prematurely.

You leaned forward and placed your hands above his head, pushing yourself up so you were hovering above his face, a good six inches or so away from his mouth. Higuruma felt his cock twitch steadily in his pants, pre-cum flooding his boxers. If he was able to look down at his crotch he was sure there would be a huge damp spot on the front.

"What if I hurt you?" You ask hesitantly, keeping your hands above his body, not yet ready to drop down onto his face. Higaruma was a very patient man, and thank god for that because you clearly needed to be reassured right now and although he wanted nothing more than to eat you out like a man starved, he would make sure you were confident first.

"You won't, I promise." He said, smoothing his hands over your thighs. When the worry didn't dissipate from your face, he continued. "Here-" He started, tapping his fingers against your thigh twice in demonstration, "If I tap you twice, let up for a moment." He instructed, watching the uncertainty slowly wash away from your face as you nodded. The man under you smiled before he spoke again, "I won't though."

Your heartbeat sounded even louder in your head when Higuruma put pressure on your thighs as he pulled you down on top of him, silently begging you to sit on him already, so you did. You absentmindedly hovered at first, but quickly corrected your mistake when you felt the burn in your thighs, your muscles letting you know you weren't fully relaxed.

Higuruma opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as you sat against him, your taste flooding his tongue. You were now tangling your hands in his hair for stability, your fingers brushing the strands away from his forehead so you could see his beautiful, unobstructed face. You watched how his eyes fluttered back in their sockets the second you had sat down, a deep groan resonating in his chest.

You gasped at the stimulation when he began moving his tongue back and forth, keeping it flat as he rubbed it against your folds experimentally. "Tell me what feels good." He added, mumbling against your folds. You nodded before your breath got sucked out of your lungs when his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your body arched forward as he flicked your little bud between his lips with his soft tongue. Your hands dug deeper in his hair, making him groan at the painful pleasure as he suckled your clit. Higuruma's eyes were fighting to stay open. He wanted to watch you so bad, but the pleasure he was feeling from this was immense, it was almost too much to handle, resulting in his body twitching and his eyes fluttering.

You turned your head to the side to look at his stiff cock, throbbing harshly against the fabric of his boxers, but your vision was swiftly corrected by his hands digging into the fat of your thighs, making you look at him. His glossy, unfocused eyes looked deeply into yours as he silently told you to keep your eyes on him, to watch him.

You nodded in response, your body jerking and twitching each time he did something with his tongue that felt particularly good. "O-oh fuck, r-right there-" You gasped, your nails raking his scalp when his tongue ran down to prod at your entrance. He groaned loudly into your cunt, the sound sending vibrations through you, making you jerk against him.

Higuruma stuck his tongue out more, penetrating your entrance with his tongue as he began licking your inner walls. It was a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt before. You knew it felt good there because he often teased you by only fucking you with the tip of his cock, familiar with how many nerve endings there are in that particular spot.

The push and pull of his tongue inside you was making you dizzy. Saliva and your cum ran down his chin and spilled from the corners of his mouth as he tongue fucked you vigorously, opening his mouth wider agaisnt you to ensure he was reaching it as deep as he could. "Fuck! H-hiromi fuck, that feels s-so good-" You gasped, trying to contain the jerking and thrusting of your hips as you so desperately wanted to move.

Higuruma moaned at your praise, his hips fucking up into the air, pressing his cock against the inside of his boxers as he tried to get some sort of relief. He started picking up on you holding back on him when he cracked his eyes open and saw your eyes shut, mouth ajar, and your face scrunched in pleasure, but also restraint. He was able to read you like a book.

Pulling out his tongue quickly, resulting in a loud whine from you, he turned his head into the crook of your thigh and spoke, his voice still coming out muffled, "Use me, f-fuck my face." The words were rushed and needy, sounding like he needed it more than you did.

You didn't have to be told twice, you let your body take control as you rode his face, humping your cunt against his soft tongue which aided greatly in your pleasure. "A-ahhhh!" Your moans increased in volume when you stopped holding back. Your clit finally bumped into what had started this whole endeavor, his nose.

It was hard and provided just the right amount of stimulation you were looking for. You decided to repeat the process a couple of times, humping your hips against his mouth while Higuruma laid his tongue flat for you to grind on while simultaneously rubbing your clit against his nose. The man underneath you quickly picked up on your pattern, realizing you were trying to hump his nose on purpose.

His hands slid behind you to your ass as he pushed you further up on your face and started shaking his head back and forth. You almost screamed in surprise when his tongue started thrusting rapidly inside you as he drank up your juices greedily, while his nose abused your little clit, even more so with his own motions combined with your humping.

Higuruma was released the neediest, most obscene moans and groans you've ever heard from him, your body josting slightly even more not just from his head movements, but from his body shaking as his hips thrust into the air steadily. The friction he was getting on his cock was little, but the rubbing of his cockhead agaisnt the fabric from the way his cock was poking straight out against the boxers felt delicious.

His tip was always so sensitive, so it made his thrusts jerky and uneven, but it felt good nonetheless. He was sure he was going to cum like this, he could already feel the ball of pleasure start to coil up in his belly. His tongue movements got sloppier as he tried to work you up to your orgasm with him. Your own thrusts were twitchy and less intense the more your body hardened up as it prepared for your release.

"H-hiromi fuck me, k-keep fucking me with your tongue-" You gasped, your head falling back as your mouth dropped open, your nails digging against his scalp. "Ohmygod just like that- j-just like that don't fucking stop-" you babbled, moaning and whimpering his name mindlessly as you writhed on top of his face, your sounds getting higher in pitch.

You felt Hiromi's breath tickle your inner thigh through his nose each time your cunt jerked back, giving him the space to breathe. Honestly though, in this moment, he couldn't care all that much about breathing. The slight asphyxiation from you rutting against his nose made his mind feel cloudy, simultaneously making his cock more sensitive.

He released a long groan into your cunt as he came before you, his body jerking and spasming as he continued to rut his hips into the air, his cum seeping through his boxers and wetting them even more. You were about to ask if he just came, even though it was obvious, but your words were stolen from your mouth and replaced with gasps and whines as your orgasm crashed over you.

Hiromi's cock kept jerking in his boxers as he spilled the rest of his seed, still thrusting his tongue inside you as he helped you ride out your own orgasm on his face. Your body almost fell forward if not for your shaky arms reaching out and catching you against the sheets over his head as you came, your thighs squeezing around his head, now effectively cutting off his airway.

It wasn't long before he was able to breathe again though. Once your orgasm was over, your thighs went lax and so did the rest of your body as you rolled off of him, falling on your back next to his body, you a little higher up on the sheets than him. Higuruma gasped and twitched agaisnt the sheets, both of his hands coming down to cup over his cock and press against it, giving himself some sort of pressure as he basked in the aftershocks.

You weren't faring much better, your legs crossed as you laid partway on your side, your breathing rapid and loud as you tried to recover from such an intense orgasm. The two of you laid there for a good while, just letting your bodies recover with one another. After a whine, once both of your breathing had returned to normal, Higuruma turned his head to look at you, his face red and eyes lidded still, his mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose covered in your cum.

"Wow." He said quietly, making you smile as you rolled over on your side, sliding down the bed a bit so your leg was thrown over his as you rested with him. Higuruma used all of the strength he had left in his body to pull you more against him, your head now resting on his chest as he placed his chin on your head and wrapped his arms around your body.

"Y-yeah… wow." You replied, snuggling against him. "I came in my boxers." He blurted, making you giggle at his unexpected words. "What?" You laughed, trying to look up at him. You already knew that, why was he bringing it up again? If anything, someone would usually be embarrassed at that sort of thing. "Just in case you had any doubts if I liked it. I came in my boxers, didn't even touch myself." He reiterated, making you bury your head deeper into his chest at his words.

"O-okay okay, I get it. I… liked it too." You said, wanting him to shut up about it already. Hiromi stared blankly at the ceiling as he ignored your words, the only thing on his mind being how much he liked that. "Can you go again?" He asked, making your body go rigid against him. "Huh?" You asked, making sure you really heard his words properly.

You felt something hard poke your ass from the position you were laying in. Looking down you realized he was hard and ready to go again. "Can you sit on my face again? Please? I wanna see if I can get you to squirt like that." His words made your bare cunt throb around nothing. You sighed loudly before wrapping your arms around him harder, contemplating his words. "G-give me a couple more minutes and I'll be ready." You replied, resulting in a quiet, "yessss" that made you burst out into a fit of giggles.

[sweetiecutie]

Warnings: pantie stealing and sniffing, masturbation, Simon has a crush on you, kinda softie! Simon

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who felt guilt pooling in his chest as he fisted his leaking cock violently, a pair of your pink frilly thongs that he pinched from laundry basket in you house was pressed against his nose, inhaling lungfuls of your soury scent. Bright blush covered his normally pale cheeks, honey-coloured eyes rolling back as Riley’s back arched, series of low groans and stifled moans slipping past his lips as hot cum shot out of his overstimulated cock, landing in small puddles on his pubic and tummy.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who could barely look you in the eyes the whole next week out of sheer shame and embarrassment, brushing you off whenever you tried talking to him. You pouted, not getting such wanted attention from your older brother’s broody best friend, just clicking your tongue as he openly ignored you, finally giving up and turning around on your heels, marching off to your room, snacks and mug of tea in your hands. If only you could see Simon’s eyes lingering longingly on the soft slope of your ass, trying to burn the image in his brain, you small booty shorts doing nothing to hide delicious plumpness of it.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who clenched his teeth tightly, breathing deeply through his nose to try and control himself as you sat on an arm of the armchair he was settled in, drunkenly babbling about some new movie you’ve been meaning to watch. He desperately tried not to look at your tits as you leant against the back of that damned armchair, your chest poking out of the deep cut of your crop top barely ten centimetres away from Simon’s head, basically inviting him to bury his face in beautiful softness of your boobs. But he just gripped his beer tighter, looking strictly in front of him and nodding absentmindedly at your words, subtly shuffling his hoody down to hide a growing tent in his pants.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon on whom you can always count. You need a drive back home after going out for drinks? He’s grabbing his car keys and telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes. Some weirdo has been bothering you at work/uni? Simon is discreetly asking bastard’s name as to not rise any suspicions in you, just to have a little friendly chat with him a bit later, making sure to break duchebag’s nose so he doesn’t stick it into your business anymore. There’s something off with your car and you need to get it fixed? How good that Simon is a handyman, bringing your car back to life not worse than any mechanic would (and he’s definitely not flexing his stupidly big biceps while doing it).

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who knew better than to make a move on you. He knew you liked him, and he liked you too (more like was totally obsessed). But he valued his best friend too much, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t appreciate it if Simon fucked his little sister.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who realised that he was absolutely, utterly, totally fucked as he watched you and your older brother roughhousing around the kitchen, bickering and play-fighting - your smile was so bright and warm, making him feel hot like sun in the middle of August, your loud laughter made his chest buzz with something soft and Riley felt as if he was about to pass out because of the flow of softness he felt for you that moment. Soon your eyes met his, mischievous smirk curled your pretty lips as you threw a pillow at him, surely dragging Simon into your little brawl, creating a huge mess for which all three of you will surely get a good scolding from your mom.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who tried to distance himself from you because you deserved more than him. He genuinely did try to ignore all your soft smiles and fleeting touches, the way you batted you pretty eyelashes as you listened to him explaining something to you or the way you would nibble on your bottom lip as your eyes wandered up and down his torso as he wore one of his compression shirts. Simon did try his best to save you from himself, but all of his resolve vanished completely and utterly the moment you got brave enough to stand to your tippy toes and press a tentative kiss to his chapped lips.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who scooped you up in his arms, giving you no chance to escape as he deepened the kiss, moaning quietly into your mouth as you let his tongue in, greedy hands roaming up and down your body, feeling all the curves and dips of it - just like he dreamt of doing past few years. Simon barely registered pressing you against the wall, meaty forearms boxing you as his torso pressed against yours, grinding his boner against your tummy, goosebumps running up his spine as he felt your small arms gripping on his sides, pressing him closer to yourself.

Brother’s bestfriend! Simon who broke off your kiss, a silver strand of saliva connected your lips as he gazed deeply in your eyes, blush on your face made him feel warm and proud. He pressed his lips against your forehead, nosing at your hair and inhaling sweet scent of your shampoo. Withdrawing back for just a few centimetres he muttered in his raspy breathy voice “Go out with me”

Likes, reblogs and comment are highly appreciated, give writers some love!🩷 I’m thinking about making part 2, let me know what you think<3

[pseudowho]

"Hey, Kento," you began, approaching him, thoughtful, while the shower warmed up in the background. Kento hummed in response, turning the page of his book.

"Darling?" Kento inquired.

"Have you ever noticed how...I don't know...convenient and...I dont know, I suppose how coincidental some details of your life are?" Kento caught your eye now, one thin eyebrow arched uncertainly.

"...what do you--"

"I mean," you interrupted, "your 7:3 thing. It's...it's everywhere. You part your hair in 7:3. Your inherent technique is 7:3. Your surname means 'seven-three'. I mean, jesus, your birthday is even--"

"--July the...3rd." Kento looked a little ill, closing his book and feeling his world close in around him. You headed to the shower, calling back; "Just a crazy random happenstance, I'm sure!"

You came out, some time later, to an abandoned book on the bed and Kento stood at the balcony, with an enormous whiskey in his hand and staring, haunted, into the distance.

"...Kento?"

Kento turned, face twisted with existential crisis; "I don't-- I've never-- ...am I an anime character or something?"

[etoile-gracieuse]

me when i get into new content and immediately have six wips rotating in my brain at all times

[monster-disaster]

[tentacle] The monster under the bed

tentacle!monster x human!Reader Good to know: somnophilia, a bit of dub-con

Summary: Your aunt's house is not as empty as you thought.

A/N: For kinktober 2023, I have a new town full of monsters. Here is the masterlist.

The change in the air is thick and heavy after you leave the Welcome to Grimbrook sign behind you. You feel it in your core. It's cold and silent. For a second, everything goes quiet, and the time seems to stop. The rumbling of your car gets muffled, and the colors of the lush, green forest at your sides fade into a milky fog flowing above the ground. You can't see the tall mountains and their sharp edges in the distance anymore. The clear blue sky turns gray, and you can't find the sun anymore, either. Just a few dim rays shine down on the road in front of you, showing your way to the village next to the sea.

As you get closer, you can smell the salty scent of the water even through the closed windows of your car. It's heavy in your nostrils. The sound of the waves gets louder too. From the top of the uphill, you can see the village with its old stone buildings and the sea behind everything. It seems colorless, merging into the dark sky at the horizon. It is beautiful and terrifying at the same time. There is something in Grimbrook that you can't pinpoint but freezes your insides. The only light you can see comes from a lighthouse at the edge of a cliff. It emits a soft, rhythmic beam of yellow light that cuts through the heavy fog, casting eerie shadows over the still village. Seagulls glide through the mist above the white seafoam, waving across the dark surface.

"Okay," you hum, forcing your eyes to go back to the GPS on your phone. The blue line clearly shows your way to the house you have to reach before night falls. It leads you out of the center of the villages until you reach a small suburb with Victorian houses standing in a long row with grand iron gates and gardens.

The monotone voice of the GPS informs you when you reach the right house, and after sitting in your car for a few more minutes, you have no other option but to get out and make your way up to the porch. The wooden planks creak under your steps as you look around a bit better. The house is old, with tall walls, characterful windows, and a dark green door with a golden knocker in the middle. It's cold in your hold as you knock it against the door.

You don't get an answer, though.

The door opens, and you find yourself facing a narrow foyer with stairs on the right side. Pictures and paintings hang on the walls in dark wood and golden frames. You can see the entrance of the kitchen at the end. And on your left side, there is an arch that leads you to the living room.

"Hello?" You break the silence. Your voice is hoarse and quiet. You have to force your legs to move and not turn back to your car and leave this place immediately. "Somebody?" Your gaze lands on a small table in the corner next to the entrance door. There is a letter with your name on it.

Dear Cat, I'm sorry I can't be here when you arrive. Make yourself at home, and we will talk tomorrow. Delilah

"Great," you sigh, letting the paper fall back onto the surface of the small table.

For a second, you think about searching for a hotel or something similar to spend the night, but to be honest, it doesn't sound much better either. You know you should leave the town to feel better, but it's not an option. So you close the door behind you and wander further into the house.

You got a call a few weeks ago about your aunt you met long years ago. She died, and now you have a house. You can keep it. You can sell it. Whatever you want.

The house is old, with a lot of wood, dark colors, and golden details. There are still newspapers from months ago on the coffee table in the living room. The rug under you is faded and thin. The floor creaks every now and again. There are two rooms and a bathroom upstairs. The bigger room is still occupied with your aunt's belongings. The scent of her perfume still lingers in the air. You remember her when you were a kid. She came to your grandmother's funeral, and you never saw her again. Nobody really talked about her in the family. The only things you know are that she was kind but preferred her own company above everything else. She lost her husband in her late twenties but stayed in Grimbrook, barely leaving the town.

The guestroom is much more bare than the other parts of the house. A bed in the middle with two nightstands and a lamp. There is a drawer in front of it and a mirror on the wall. The window is slightly open, letting in the cold autumn breeze. You have a view of the street from here. It's calm and empty. The only reasons you know you are not the only person in the town are because you can see a few cars here and there and a dog barking in the distance. The fog is thick and heavy. You can't see the end of the street through it.

After wandering around the house some more, you decide to call your friend until you have no other option but to change and try to get some sleep.

Climbing up on the bed in the guest room, you settle under the thick covers. The scent of the linen is faded and mixed with dust and the night air coming through the window. It's dark outside, not counting a few lamps on the street. Their orange lights filter into the room. And everything is quiet. So quiet that your ears almost start to ring. You are not used to it. You live in the city with constant noises.

When sleep takes you, it's restless and everything but relaxing. You fidget and turn, trying to find a comfortable position as you balance between the darkness and the real world. Your head feels just as foggy as Grimbrook, and at some point, you can't decide if you are dreaming or not.

You are on your back, one arm on your stomach, and the other is next to your body. The autumn breeze caresses your skin, moving up from your feet to your ankles and calves. Shiver runs through your spine at the feeling. You want to reach out for the blanket, but even though your arms move, they do not obey your command. Something pets the thin skin of your wrist. It's soft and barely noticeable. You feel your muscles stretch as you reach up to the headrest of the bed, but you don't even know why. The cold moves up further on your legs. It curls around your flesh, spreading you in the middle of the bed. Your heels dig into the mattress. Your body tenses when your limbs don't do as you want. A frown deepens between your brows.

"What?" A hoarse grunt leaves your lips. When you open your eyes, you meet darkness, and you are not sure if you are really awake or not. Your eyelids are heavy, and not even a second later, you fall back asleep again.

The bottom of your pajama slips down on your legs. The waist stretches around your parted legs. Something slides up on your stomach under your t-shirt. It is slick and soft. A gasp echoes in your room when it flicks your nipple. The thing curls around the flesh of your tits, groping and caressing. Your nipples harden under the strange touch. Saliva? A tongue?

Where are you?

And there is something else between your legs. The muscles of your thighs tense, and the hold around you tightens.

"What?" You groan again into the silence. As you look down on your body, you see your t-shirt around your neck. Your breasts are bare. Something dark and purple curls around them, squeezing and licking. The teasing on your nipples is almost painful. At the back of your mind, you want more. Your head falls back onto the pillows, and you are asleep again.

The tentacles between your legs move up and down on your pussy. Your panties are ruined between your wet center and the slick touch of theirs. One of them flicks your clit. Your back arches at the feeling. The cold night air hits your aching pussy when the thin fabric is pulled aside. One of them stays around your clit, flicking and rubbing the hard bud. The other one goes straight to your hole.

You want to move. To get closer or farther away, you can't decide. The tendrils don't let you go anyway.

You break the silence with a sudden moan. The limb enters you slowly. It slips into you easily, stretching your walls until you can't take another inch. It fills you up.

"Fuck," you groan.

Your breasts are soaked. The slickness on your skin shines under the dim streetlights. The tentacles play with your flesh, rubbing and pinching your nipples. The pain takes your breath away every now and again until you feel dizzy.

The others between your legs move without pausing even for a second. Your clit throbs, and your walls flutter. Pleasure flares inside your veins, rushing through your body with such force you never felt before. Your lungs burn for air, and your muscles ache as you lay taut, panting.

When you open your eyes, you see the ceiling and the old lamp hanging above you. You want to force your mind to think, to panic, to do something, but your senses are full of pleasure. The only thing you can do is moan and grind against the tentacle inside your pussy. It pounds into you, reaching every spongy spot inside that makes you see stars and beg for more. The sheet under you is soaked with your mixed juices. You can feel it dripping out of your hole.

Fuck, you want to shout, but you can't find your voice. You just shake and tremble in the hold of the limbs keeping you in place on the bed. Every nerve in your body is on edge, and when it snaps in your lower stomach, you can't remember how to breathe. Your climax forces you down and stops you from moving. A thin layer of sweat shines on your bare skin. Heat burns you from the inside, and your pussy flutters and sucks on the tendril inside you. It still moves in and out. It twitches and rubs against your walls. And doesn't stop even when the darkness envelopes you again.

When you wake up the next morning, you need a few minutes to remember where you are. The sun shines through the window, casting an orange hue over the old rug in the middle of the room. As you sit up, your t-shirt falls back over your torso, but your pants are still around your knees.

"What?" You grunt out. The question is barely louder than a whisper. Your hand shakes as you reach down between your legs. Your pussy is wet, sensitive, and swollen. A moan escapes you when your fingertip slides over your slit.

Your dream is still vivid in your mind. You can feel the tentacle in your pussy, using your hole and rubbing your clit. Your center starts to throb with need at the memory. And your breasts. Your other hand grabs one of your tits. Your nipples are still hard peaks through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Hello? Cat?" The sudden noise snaps your head up to the door of your room. The voice comes from the entrance of the house. "It's Delilah." "Hey!" You croak out. You are not even sure if she can hear you. "I will be down in a minute." "Great!" She shouts back. "I will make some coffee, and we can talk about your plans with the house." Your fingers sink into your hole. You are still stretched out. You move in and out of your pussy easily.

Yeah, you think, you need a few nights if you want to decide about your plans.

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Varied Shapes of Rock Formations Along the Arch Rock Nature Trail (Joshua Tree National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking the Arch Rock Nature Trail with a view looking to the southeast at a varied plant-life and then rock formations present in this part of Joshua Tree National Park.