#but i find it really boring to keep being like

[4-the-tainted-sorrow-21]

ALSO something I put on the yj server but I want to share, I’ve never really understood why it’s so upsetting to people that Bernard isn’t upset about Tim not telling him he’s Robin. Like I get it theoretically, they think it makes them boring, but I can’t see it that way. Because being a hero—being Robin—is so important to Tim, and it’s such a huge part of who he is (he doesn’t really know who he is outside of Robin) that isn’t it kinda amazing he found someone who understands that? I think it’s telling, actually, that Bernard still loves and trusts Tim wholeheartedly despite knowing he’s keeping that secret. Because he understands that yeah, sometimes the city has to come first, and yeah, it’s dangerous. He gets that better than any other civilian because he’s already had fucked up things happen to him because Tim is Robin even BEFORE they were together (Darla coming back and using him to find Tim, for example) and he’s been through enough to understand the severity of it. And he also knows Tim doesn’t want to leave him when he has to do Robin Things, but they both understand that there isn’t a choice. THATS SO INSANE TO ME because Tim found someone who understands it’s an obligation, not necessarily a choice. Tim can’t look away when people are getting hurt, and Bernard doesn’t even consider it an option. LIKE DAMN LET THE TWO LOSERS UNDERSTAND AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER god forbid Bernard trusts, respects, and understands his boyfriend 😭😭😭

[aakeysmash]

Hey! Not sure about this prompt, buuuttt (feel free to ignore). I love your tattoo artist Sukuna au, but I can’t stop thinking about Sukuna being a piercing artist as well… imagine you booked an appointment with him and he comforted you all the way through it, cuz shit hurts. And he texted you after and asked you out on the date (or maybe he asked you out in person right after the appointment) 💔

You're panting, hands on your knees and sweat dripping down your forehead. A drop falls onto the perfectly clean and sterilized floor, which is a weird translucent black that reflects your disheveled image. You are able to look at your form: damn, you look like the hunchback of Notre Dame. The people inside of this studio must really pay for their cleaners.

"D'you want a napkin, doll?" comes a snicker from behind you, a deep voice startling you upright. You curse inside your mind before turning around.

"Yeah, sorry for being late, I had an appoin-" your voice dies when you find yourself facing a menacing looking guy. The contrast between his face tattoos, his eyebrow piercing and his pink hair is giving you whiplash.

"Y/N, I assume. The girl who called me while drunk out of her mind crying for me to please sneak her in this week. Took your sweet time," he says while looking you up and down.

You're embarrassed, but you still manage to respond. "Listen, my friends made me do it. We have a bet going on right now, it has nothing to do with my mental stability while drunk, okay?"

Then he turns around and enters a room without sparing you a second glance. You wait a bit at the reception for him to come back, when he suddenly reappears from the same room and tsks.

"How the fuck am I gonna pierce you if you don't follow me? You gotta pay attention, woman," he says rolling his eyes.

"Man, you could be nicer, you know," you mumble, moving toward him.

"Are you gonna pay me more if I do?" he asks you, bored.

"Hell no," you respond immediately.

"Then sit your pretty little ass on the couch and shut up," he singsongs.

You huff, then do as he says. The reviews of his studio were all positive, talking about how great of a piercer he is, and he's also pretty cheap for being so known. You're going to ignore his rudeness.

"So, what hole do I have to make mine?" he asks you, putting on a pair of black gloves. If he didn't have that many tattoos he could probably look like a surgeon right now.

"Excuse me?" you say, glaring at him.

"I'm using the words you used on the call. The piercing, doll. Where do you want it?" he says smirking. He was fully booked this week, he had to admit. But you entertained him so much on the phone, talking about how bad you wanted him to "fill your holes with metal... what's the right word..." that he decided he couldn't let the chance to meet you slip.

"I'm going to give you one star if you keep on teasing me, asshole," you say decisively.

"Sure, sure. Speak," he chuckles, raising his hands.

"Nipples."

"Mh? Say it louder for me," he gapes a bit.

"I want my nipples pierced!" you exclaim, starting to get pissed off.

He raises one eyebrow, then gets serious. He gets up from his chair and slowly gets closer to you. From your still sitting position, you have to strain your neck to look at him properly. He's really fucking gorgeous, he has the prettiest facial features you've ever seen, not to talk about how muscular he seems to be under his oversized black tee. You're so mesmerized by him that you don't realize that you let him pinch your chin and turn your head left and right, gently.

"Let me see those tits then," he says lowly, starting to lean back. You kind of miss his warmth.

You try not to get shy while you get your shirt over your head and start unclipping your bra, when he suddenly stops you, putting his gloved hand on yours.

"Let me do it for you," he says, gazing into your eyes. The atmosphere between you two is getting heavy, and your closeness is making your belly feel things.

"Sure," you say, lowering your eyes toward his lips. He gets both of his arms behind your back, and with expert fingers makes your bra fall into your lap. He then picks it up and throws it behind his shoulder. He flicks his gaze toward yours for a split second before brushing your nipple with his gloved thumb.

"You got a nice pair, doll," he mumbles, fondling both your tits, hyperfixating on how your nipples were hard even before he put his hands on them. You're trembling, trying your hardest not to make a sound, squeezing your thighs the hardest you can.

"What d'you want me to put on them? Stars? Little spheres? My tongue?" he keeps on rumbling, now focusing on your areolas. He pinches your left nipple and you can't keep yourself from whimpering. Something snaps in his head and he looks at you, starting to smirk.

"Oh, you liked the last one, huh? Let me give it to you then," he says cockily, before kissing lightly the nub he just pinched. You jump a little and he beams at that. He spits on your tits, earning himself a moan, then tries to fit as much as he can in his mouth. Your whole body feels hot, but his mouth is definitely hotter. You feel like you're burning alive until you feel something cold touch your nipple. The sensation is so pleasurable that it catches you off guard: he has a tongue piercing. 

On the other hand, Sukuna looks like the happiest man on earth. He keeps kissing, biting and sucking your breasts, alternating between the two and never leaving one unattended, either with his mouth or with his hand. You get so lost in the pleasure that you don’t realize he’s cleaned and prepped your nipple until you feel the needle passing through it. You cry out in disbelief, but he shushes you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re so pretty, it’s so pretty,” he keeps repeating, almost whining, in your ear. At one point, you feel like he’d want to hump your leg, but his self restraint is stronger than that.

Then everything stops and he walks three steps of distance from you. You’re both panting, staring at each other, lips red: yours from biting them to suppress noises, his from decorating your tits in hickeys.

“I don’t do nipples, everyone knows it. You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he states, breathless, staring at you.

“I know, I thought you were going to say no,” you respond, lightheaded, trying to keep the rise and fall of your chest in check.

“You’re good with only one?” he continues, coming closer to you again.

“Yeah,” you say, skin sensitive to his breath beneath your ear, turning your face to make more room for his lips to brush against the side of your neck.

“Then let’s go, I have other holes to fill,” he tells you smiling devilishly while taking your hand and yanking you toward him.

[gleefullypolin]

Initial thoughts on first watch through of Part 2

I will need to watch the season again a few more times as I was overwhelmed to be sure as a lot was going on. But my quick thoughts on storylines...

I'll start with my least favorite part. Sorry but it's the elephant in the room.

Ben.

I cannot. Every time they wasted screentime to go back to him fucking, I was like. God no, please make it stop. I mean I got it the first three times we showed it. Was it really necessary to keep harping on it. Honestly, shit or get off the pot with Ben's story. I'm bored and I don't know where they are going with this. I'm disinterested now.

Fran/John

This got better for me in the back half than the first half. I took no interest in them in the first 4 episodes. it was a snooze fest and while I would not watch a full season of them, they were cute in the back half and while the "dying breath" line was a bit harsh (seriously writers was that necessary) I'm even less interested in exploring a full season of Fran's actual story, not because it's been gender bended to Michaela, I just don't care for Fran's character. Personal opinion, sorry.

Kate/Anthony

Loved competitive Anthony at game night, we are the same Anthony, truly first borns. Kate has relaxed him for sure tho. Loved how he seemed to truly support his siblings, first with Colin and again with Fran in their choices to marry. Wished we could have seen his face when Pen announced she was LW after he was so clear that there was no way anyone could be her under his nose as RULER over the Bridgerton lands or some shit. Would have been a delight to see, yet...he did once again run off and leave his duty as leader of the Bridgerton family once again. For all this fandom screams that Anthony is the only man of the house with the actual job and responsibility he has yet once again disappeared from it yet again. No matter, there was little of this duo for me to take true aim at this season and thus not much for me to say other than what I have.

So moving on....

Cressida

What is there to say...Who's afraid of the big bad BITCH. Well not Pen. And no one else, for off to the country she goes and good on ya! Sorry, don't let the door hit ya on the way out. I'm not sad to see you and your big ass sleeves go.

Violet/Marcus

Tend that garden girl. TEND THAT GARDEN! That's all I gotta say, S4 is gonna bring Mama Bridgerton her just desserts! It was lovely seeing her navigating the dating mart and being nervous herself. I can't wait to see her needing to lean on Lady D and her children as she tries to figure this out herself next season.

Eloise

I was up, I was down. I was on the floor in anger and tears and then crying with joy. I understood you, I swore at you, I still love you dearly. There is much for you to learn about love and the world and I will welcome you home to do that. I did feel like she grew a lot this season. She was confused by love. Love of Pen, Love of Colin, love of being a woman in society and finding her way in what all of that means again. It was nice to see that. I loved her scenes with Colin and Pen and even with Benedict. I do look forward to her season as I feel like she had the most growth this season and while I feel like Ben's is next (boo) she can't be far behind, though I would welcome them doing her and Ben together in 4 at this point since it takes so fucking long to film these.

The Featheringtons

The most growth came from the family. Portia, Pru, and Phillipa had a lot of growth. Between mama being put in her place, then having to face how she has treated her daughter, how she sees her daughter, and then realizing how her daughter is stronger than she realized was quite the journey. And then beyond that seeing the jealousy the sisters had for Pen all along, the way it burned in them because some part of them always felt that their mama loved her most, favored her most even with her treatment. That all the girls really wanted was love of their mama. Seeing that family all together at the end, not jealous of who had the heir, just happy, with their families was beautiful.

Colin

Oh dear sensitive Colin Bridgerton. You really are a soft angel boy. He was so in love, so smitten and we needed that for him to understand how he felt up front but the moment he found out about Pen, you could feel the heart break, the confusion, the anger, the loss. And it didn't just magically heal. He loved Pen, he knew that but the burn inside to reconcile that he couldnt tear LW from her, couldn't rip it from her soul was literally a dark cloud over him for the back half. I took no issue with his words in anger, the were to be expected. He no more meant them or believed them than the stupid ass words people say in anger or stating he would never court her. They were simply words.

His mother was right. He is sensitive. Sleeping on the couch, pouting everywhere. He could not reconcile his thoughts. Could not get her to give up LW for anything and his brain could not comprehend. It was only when he went back to her letters that he realized Pen was not LW, LW was Pen. He loved ONE woman and they were the same woman. He also needed to stop taking control and stop trying to save the day. Pen was a capable woman and he needed to stop trying to control her.

I think the greatest thing about Colin as a character is that he is a sensitive person who loves wholly. He is able to put away the notion of the MAN needing to be the one who runs things. He lets her be a partner with him, in sex, in life, in their roles. This is shown not just in the fact he lets her take on how to fix the LW situation in the end, but also having her on top in the bedroom in their final sex scene. She's a participant in their marriage, not a submissive wife. This is refreshing in this world and I'm happy to see it in Colin.

Penelope

What a ride for Pen she had. She was faced with giving up her dreams to let Colin thrive in his. And she was willing to do so, lets just preface they gave us that scene where she put away LW for us to transition to Colin finally losing his writers block and happily writing away. She gave it up only to be faced with a challenge and needing to take up the quill again. Pen needed to save the Bridgertons and did so later on but she was willing to give everything up for Colin.

I loved her convos with Gen and how it was another woman who allowed her to see that women did not need to give up their worth for men. AMEN! No one said, Colin needed to give up his dreams but Pen absolutely was able to have hers too. I loved this and then to see her stand up to Colin in their second fight, to let her voice be heard to him and not let him talk over her was also important.

The fact that Pen stood up for herself, diverging from the books where Colin does this for her in the books, having Pen stand up for herself thus saving herself and outing herself to the ton, I liked this. Pen was able to put LW away and use her OWN voice to the ton and explain to everywhere why she created this entire empire. I thought this was beautifully done and then having her let Colin out of the marriage afterwards so that she basically put them now on a level playing field was perfect. His speech at that point should be put in a museum because it leveled me. I think this put them finally into the right place for their marriage and lets them begin as equals. They both have a career, they both have a purpose, they have each other and they do things together. She's not out there alone anymore.

What a fucking journey. God I love this show.

So yeah, I know I'm seeing people upset, they didn't get the spoilers they wanted, didn't get some pieces they built up and you are allowed to feel that way. I think my only gripe I have is that our sex montage was cut from the show and instead we got too much Ben and his tiresome threesome that went no where. So that is my only gripe. Give me that deleted scene and I'll be happy forever. Otherwise....

Polin is life! I loved everything they gave us and I have no complaints.

A+++ They have a happy fan from me.

[dark-and-kawaii]

begging and pleading for more mean raphael 😭🙏🏻 the way you write is so ajahdhejdjsj i literally check your blog DAILY

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Summary: Raphael uses you like the eager pup you are, using you as a precious little cum dump. That’s all you’re good for anyway, to entertain him until he grows bored.

♡ Content: NSFW - Degrading - Used - Creampie - Mean Raphael

♡ Notes: Whaa!!! Thank you darling (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )!!!! I can’t believe you check my blog daily, like wow!!! I really hope this satisfies your mean Raphael needs!!!

Raphael fucks you raw until you’re begging, crying for him to cum inside you. Until your mind has completely blanked out. The man- the devil, always makes your body his own, his hands bruising your hips, your throat, your wrists as he manhandles you into the perfect position to pound your abused cunt, “You bend so easily, little pup. It’s almost dull.” He laughs low, his grip on your hip tightens as you sob his name, your arms barely keeping your chest off the ground.

Your body is sore and used, your mind exhausted, unable to do much more than feel the pleasure of his thick cock, his cum leaking from your swollen, aching cunt… “I barely exert any effort, and there you go, crumbling at the seams. It's like you were made to be broken. Pitty. I like when they can at least put up a decent fight.”

You whine when the devil pulls out, leaving your core empty so he can watch his seed spill from you. His voice is cruel as he chuckles, watching you intently, “So eager to fall apart. I wonder-“ he places his hand on his chin, “do you enjoy it? The descent, the collapse? It seems to come so naturally to you.”

You're not sure how to respond. You don't have the strength or mind to argue, not that he'd ever listen to anything you say anyway. Not that you mind being treated in such a manner…

He leans in close, his nose pressed to the shell of your ear, his breath hot, sending chills through your tired body, “Each time I think you've hit the bottom, you find a new way to disappoint me. It's an art form, really, your knack for disappointing me."

You don't have the strength to move. He grabs your chin and forces your head to the side, making you look at him, his lips against your skin, his words a dark, twisted promise, “You’re not worth my time I���m afraid, only good for one thing and that’s a hole for me to fill. But don’t worry, if you wish to get off little mouse, Haarlep will happily keep you company.”

You wanted to tell him no, that you’d do better, that you’d get him the crown and all would be well, that you worshiped him like some kind of god- like an archdevil, but the words wouldn’t come. And even if they did, would it matter? You know this is what your devil likes, tormenting you. Using you, breaking you... Watching as Haarlep his precious incubus fucks the almost ever living life out of you. Stroking his cock as you call out to him while impaled on Haarlep’s grossly thick cock.

This was your life now, a plaything for the devil and all you could do was nod with a lazy fucked out smile. Your body limp as Raphael lifts you up, tossing you on his bed near Haarlep’s lap, “do try to make this an entertaining performance, Haarlep.”

The incubus nods, lifting you into their lap, “Oh, little pet~” Haarlep moans, their hands roaming over your tired body.

Raphael chuckles, sitting on a plush chair across from the bed, a bottle of wine in hand as he watches the show.

[polyestercleaner]

LOVE YOUR WRITINGS, COULD YOU DO SCENE QUEEN X JOOST HEADCANNONS?? SFW AND NSFW IF YOU WANT :3

SCENE QUEEN🎀๋࣭ ⭑

|Summary:Headcannons of joost dating a major scene queen, so RAD, YAH!

|Content Warning⚠️:Nsfw

SFW ⭑:

Loves helping you pick between your tutus and miniskirts, the craziest patterns and the most puffy tutus he could find in your closet, sometimes will even put them on just to get a laugh from you

Adores playing with your hair no matter how fried and burnt it is, it's your hair, and he loves the way you've styled it to match how you dress

KANDI! On boring days where you choose to make kandi bracelets of your favorite scene bands and emo musicians, he'll be there to help you, and also rage if he ends up dropping a bracelet or breaking it.

Will he wear the kandi bracelets you make? Heck yeah he will! And he'll stack em up on his arm and drawers if you really make A LOT.

Hell always ask you to let him play with your hair, straighten it, help you trim it, tease it? You name it aslong as he can get his hands on your hair!

He loves how crazy it looks, and if it dosent look poofy and big enough, he'll be there to help you out, you'll both struggle as you try to get that scene queen look. It's not easy after all

Hot topic, if your on travel with him somewhere that has hot topic, expect yourself to leave with handful of bags, despite the fact that hot topic isn't the same anymore, atleast you'll get your hands on all those brendon urie funko pops they keep in there, and he'll pay for all of it if it makes you happy

Always suggesting new makeup looks, and if he could imagine any that he knows would fit you he'll help, (ryan ross makeup look....) ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

If your done clubbing/partying and your back home and he's coherent enough, he'll help you take out those accessories on your hair and slipping off your knee high tall converse/heels. Cleaning off your makeup and helping you slip into something comfortable

You wanna try teasing his hair? No problem, but it's probably not gonna work huh...

If you have those brass nuckle bracelets he loves playing with them, goofing around and pretending like he's wearing them

Hell help you dye your hair any day any time, maybe even picking out the colors he knows you'd like and combing them with others. You love plotting what to do with your hair together

NSFW⭑:

Loves pulling at your hair, enough to not hurt you too much but he loves the way your hair goes from looking poofy to completely messy, it fits you and he loves it

Cumming in your colorful panties and helping you slip them on so you can feel the warmth of his cum on your cunt if you both are too lazy to fuck properly

Fucking you in your room against anything that reflects your face so you can see the way your makeup runs down your face and your hair gripped and ruined as he nudges further against your sweet spot.

Head while your still wearing your scene queen fit, those pretty accessories on your hair and your eyes all damp and red from taking his cock into your warm mouth

Loves the way your tight clothes fit around your body, you just always manage to look pretty and gorgeous.

Loves watching all those necklaces you have on moving up and down with each sharp breath you take when he's fucking you, his cock is ruining you so much and the necklaces just make him pay more attention to the way he's ruining you.

Loves watching you try to keep your tiara on your head with each harsh thrust. But it always is the same outcome of it falling once he cums inside of you and your too much of a mess to focus on anything but the way your cunt is being filled up by joost

Sorry if this was not it....the sfw outweighed the nsfw as much as I wanted to keep it 50/50 hope this was worth it tho! Scene queens, come back the kids miss your tiaras (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[muffinsin]

hiii,, could you possibly write something for how the G!P Dimi sisters would react to their female s/o wanting to cockwarm them while they sleep?

like how they’d initially react to the question then how they’d act while they sleep in that situation?

Hi hon! :) This feels vaguely familiar👀; I think I’ve done HCs like these at one point, but I can’t remember whether this is true or not!🙌

Masterlists

Bela

She is- for the lack of a better word- less of a horndog than her sisters

Less fuelled by sexual tension and arousal at nearly all times of the day, she actually isn’t the one to bring up cockwarming at night

She’s rather surprised when you bring up that term the first time, even

Never has she heard of such a thing, though she chuckles at the name

Quite fitting, indeed, as she thinks of your warm, wet walls wrapped around her

Keeping her warm, indeed

Due to her lack of knowledge as it comes to this, she probably wouldn’t have been able to ask for it, as she had no idea it was even a thing

When you approach her about it, she agrees

She sees no harm in it, though no gain, either

However, the first time the two of you try it out, she senses the appeal of it nearly instantly

And really? It turns out it’s less of a sexual thing between the two of you and rather a gesture of comfort and affection

Not that she doesn’t relish the sounds of your whimpers when made to cockwarm her while she works, of course~

A rare game the two of you indulge in when her work is not all that important and piling up

The first time the two of you indulge in cockwarming, is when you’re both on her bed, her body laid on top of yours, her chest rising slightly with every breath she takes

You were both spent, your bodies tired after countless orgasms

As she musters up the strength to move, she is ready to continue the small routine you’ve set up after sex

When she is about to slip out of you though, your legs lock around her. A single plea falls from your lips

“Don’t. Stay in”

She, of course, grants you this

How could she not, after all?

The warmth, the softness, the comfort, the love, how can she not indulge in this?

The warmth shared between the two of you is comforting, loving

The two of you find this immensely enjoyable, instantly

And these days, you often opt for cuddles while she is still buried in you, and neither of you would have it any other way

She only slips out when in a rush, otherwise often tries to stay in for as long as possible, until the two of you are satisfied or grow bored of laying about

Then, though, a new variant of this is brought up and tried by the two of you: cockwarming while being asleep

This time again, you are the one asking her about it

While initially being surprised when you ask her out of the blue, she accepts your proposal again

After all, she might end up liking it a lot. And she has nothing to lose at all. She enjoys experimenting with you

Like during cuddle sessions, you two like to cockwarm right after sex, when you exhaust yourself and are ready to cuddle up and sleep

Often, you have a round or two before bed

Sometimes just for the fun of it, other times to help her release tension after her long day

Whatever the reason, you both enjoy it immensely, and it helps both of you relieve some stress

And after, when you’re both sufficiently tired out, she merely doesn’t slip out

Instead she pushes herself back inside fully, a breathy sigh passing plump lips, moans and shivers serving as your reaction

She pulls the blanket covers over the two of you and wraps her arms around you

Together, you sleep safe and sound, warm from the inside and outside

You enjoy the feeling of her inside of you

In a way, it helps you feel her as close as she can be. No clothing separating you, either

You feel her fully inside, filling you to the brim

And it’s a wonderful feeling

Bela, on the other hand, feels incredibly comfortable

Warmth surrounding her, your soft pussy essentially cupping her pulsing, sensitive cock; is there anything better on this earth? She wouldn’t bet on it

In the morning, it’s not uncommon for at least one of you to be in the mood again due to her position inside of you

So really; your mornings start out just perfectly ;)

Cassandra

Cockwarming- Cassandra is certainly familiar with the subject and practice of it

Alas, she doesn’t understand the appeal of it most of the time

Sure, she will stay inside of you for a few extra minutes sometime, but she’s by far more interested in moving than staying still

When you bring up the idea of cockwarming her as she sleeps, she still doesn’t understand

Why do such a thing? Especially so when she’s asleep?

Despite her confusion, she grants you your request. Why not, after all?

So, the next time you’re intimate together, she opts for staying inside of you instead

Only that she doesn’t feel tired, as she realises moments after

Instead, she goes on about her hunt again, fuelled by the energy you gave to her

You don’t mind, though. The more she exhausts herself, the sooner she will be tired, you figure

And she is, so that you smile to yourself when your lover falls onto the bed, right next to you

With her face smudged against pillows, you barely make out her muffled groans and hums

You try not to let your mind wander, really

You try to make it less obvious how badly you want her, how badly you want to try this with her

Alas, you fail at both, and she snickers tiredly to herself, mumbling something about how wet you must be, and that you smell strongly of arousal

Your cheeks burn, and again, she giggles to herself

Then, however, it’s her turn to gasp and feel flustered, when your wandering hands find the hem of her dress and pull it up quickly

Her head lifts from the pillows when you tug down her underwear in one go

Now it’s you who smells her arousal and sees her clear as day

Your eyes immediately find the swell of her thick ass, the curves and roundness of her cheeks, the pale, surprisingly soft skin

Then, strong thighs, a mix of thickness and strength

And between them, laid upon the bed, her cock

You lick your lips. Yes, you never grow tired of this sight

She shrieks when you push her head back down on the covers. She knows the silent request, perhaps even a command, given to her

She is to sleep, safe and sound, to give you all control you want in this moment, to do as you wish

And she knows fully well what that is, too

You wait for a little, scratch her back and scalp lovingly as you notice her eyes get heavier, her posture relax and her body melt against the bed

She becomes more and more tired, until, at last, her eyes slip shut

After a few minutes, you get to work, and as you undress as well, you find your arousal and excitement growing

Cassandra, ever the heavy sleeper, doesn’t awaken when you move her, when you undress her fully and turn her on her back, even when you spread her legs

And, to your slight surprise, she doesn’t even wake up when your warm fingers wrap around her thick cock

She stirs, then moans, when you allow some of your spit to drool down to her tip

And, using spit and your own wetness, it’s easy to slip her inside of you

She doesn’t awaken all night, sleeps through it all, though both of you feel the effects of your activity

You get more and more desperate to get off, more and more eager to have her cock move in and out of you

Cassandra moans more and more in her sleep, too

And even when you eventually fall asleep, these effects persist

This way, you awaken to a nearly brutally paced pounding, her hard, aching dick shoved deep inside of you and hitting the back of your womb with every thrust

She’s desperate, horny, feral, more than you’ve ever seen her

And you don’t mind in the slightest

Instead, you allow yourself to bask in the pleasure she gives you with every little move, as well as the slight pain caused by the thickness of her cock

You smirk to yourself, hours after

You should do this more often

Daniela

Many believe Daniela is irresistible. A siren, a seductress, a beautiful devil

They’re not entirely wrong

After all, you feel pulled in by her in every moment. You feel, and want, her. She seduces you effortlessly

And when you do take her? Ah, what a sweet reward awaits you then

Her little whimpers, her moans, her gasps and groans when you toy with her cock

Daniela is tempting you, always. But, recently so, you’ve been especially curious about trying out a new- to the two of you- type of cockwarming

While she is certainly familiar with it, this version of it will be new for both of you

When you bring it up, she immediately whines pitifully. You smirk back at her

Yes, she remembers, good

She remembers the countless times cockwarming was used as a punishment for her brattiness, when she was granted only what you gave her, when she could not even thrust into you, but was made to stay still and feel you around her for hours at a time, often

You coo at the sight

Again, you ask her what she thinks of the idea

And while she speaks of punishments and how unfair this and that is, how badly she wants to thrust into you in such times, her body is revealing an entirely more telling story

You smirk. You no longer listen to her words, only watch as her dress bulges. The poor thing is unable to hide how much the thought excites her

Daniela gasps when you reach out and cup her through her clothing

With her face bright pink, you see that you’ve won

She accepts your request eagerly, the last bits of her patience and whining gone

You knew she’d agree, really, ever the experimentalist in bed. Still, her vocal agreement to this means a lot to you

You start immediately the night after

To toy with her all day long, make her cum over and over again, more often than your precious little brat can handle

But, it works well

You successfully tire her out until the evening, so that her heavy eyes slip close practically the moment she hits the comfortable mattress

You coo; both of you know you are far from done

She blushes sweetly as you undress her. First, her perky breasts and sensitive nipples are revealed to you. She gasps when you tug and twist them lightly, and you giggle to yourself when it causes her leaking cock to twitch against the panties restraining it

Of course, these must go, too

She squeaks in surprise when you turn her around, when you fondle her full ass. Cute dimples, hips dips, round cheeks and soft skin greet you

As you turn her and pull down her panties, Daniela moans tiredly

Her eyes can barely stay open

Then, you chuckle again. You feel her twitching, yet see she is about to pass out and fall into a deep slumber

The last thing she sees is your fingertip sliding across her tip and your hand cupping her balls

You smile eagerly just as her breath evens and she sleeps at last

She’s even more precious this way, you feel

It takes practically nothing to slip her inside of you, with her tip leaking and her cock covered in your wetness from your pussy

When you do, she moans and whimpers in her sleep again

She gasps and groans, moans and whines even as she’s fast asleep

In time, this all only increases

She moans louder the longer she’s in you, squirms even

You feel her leak, feel her throb and ache within you

When you begin teasing her breasts and sucking at her neck, the poor thing whimpers and moans softly, so much so you’re certain you can bring her to an orgasm while asleep

But, you don’t grant her this

You want her to cockwarm, want to feel her sore and sensitive cock in you, want to reward her for this in the morning

And so you do, when she wakes up begging, pleading, whimpering for sweet release

And really? You could almost pity her, when tears fall down her soft, deep pink cheeks as a result of her overwhelming orgasm, when her cheeks burn, when she is too shy to meet your eyes even because she cums within a few minutes of having you touch her

Of course, when she is in such a sensitive and needy state, you’re more than eager to drag more from her

You learn; cockwarming throughout the night really pumps up her sensitivity levels to a maximum

You smile as you memorise this

[dangermousie]

I continue to love what the drama did with the husband. It would have been so predictable and boring to make him a villain who would do anything for a promotion but he's just a pathetic broken man who loved his wife but not as much as his own life and perhaps only realized just how much he loved her after he committed unforgivable acts against her.

I love that he's haunted by her even as he knows she's alive. The haunting did not stop after his finding out.

This whole scene was amazing, where he does talk to her in the flesh and she confirms to him that he's nothing to her.

I loved this confrontation for her because she deserves to live free of her past and her pain but for him it's a different kind of liberation - a bleak one but one nonetheless - she is alive so he did not kill her after all, but he's dead to her and he can't even console himself in her past love, not really. She's not dead but she might as well be as far as possibility of ever being together is.

Love him walking through his own music video afterwards.

The thing is, her being alive has dispelled some of his guilt and by that restored some of his sanity but it's not good news for the princess because now the man who's snapped is playing with all his own (bleak as fuck) marbles. With the confirmation of her being alive on top of the confirmation of her understandable hatred and on top of long realized confirmation that the princess doesn't like him or love him or even care if he lives or dies and just wants to torture him for kicks, and with any sort of hope or fear tormented out of him, this is a man with nothing left to lose but a hell of a lot of plans for revenge of his own.

I mean, look at this scene, where he's kneeling in the cold/snow all night. These are some serious Tantai Jin eyes here.

And when he goes in and she keeps slapping him, there is no fear, there is no shame, there is no self loathing, there is not even mute endurance, the way there used to be. This is a man who is letting a lunatic vent as needed to get whatever he wants done.

I mean, look at this man as he says this to the princess. He's barely bothering to conceal how false his words are even if the killing intent is very real. If I were her, I'd sleep with a knife under my pillow but she's so demented she doesn't get it.

Instead she pokes him some more, another confirmation as to how she doesn't see him as human.

Lady, this is the face of a man who would like to wear your skin as a cloak. You are so epically DUMB!!!!

He's got more human emotion imagining his wife than in the whole above scene. And once again, I love love LOVE how he's haunted by the woman he very much now knows is alive. Because what's dead is his chance at happiness and his happy marriage and any real path forward.

It is SUCH an unusual take on the usual villain from past life/evil spouse our FL must overcome and I love it!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 27 - Resurrect

(Story so far)

I mentioned a bit of a rollercoaster before the end didn’t I…?

Sorry Allie…

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Day seven of being dosed up on haloperidol and Virgil felt like a bear woken midway through hibernation by the smell of bacon. Everything but his stomach and that nagging sense of the world moving on outside without him was dragging him back towards blissful slumber. And yet he was SO VERY BORED of lying around doing nothing and that made him moody and petulant… in a drowsy, ineffective kind of way.

Grandma wouldn’t even let him have proper coffee, and no amount of the insipid-brown, barely-caffeinated dishwater he was given in its stead even touched the edges of the lethargy.

It was displeasing.

He’d had a couple of short holocall chats with a Dr George Clifford, highly recommended by Patricia who was consultant psychiatrist to half his family. Scott and Gordon were both keen he talk to Patricia herself, both clearly of the view the woman had Powers unavailable to the rest of humanity. John and Grandma were less convinced it would be appropriate. For Virgil’s part - the idea of talking about Scott to someone who Scott had actually properly talked to, who likely knew more about Scott than he ever would? Well it made his teeth itch.

Clifford seemed to know his stuff, however. He’d been unfazed by the sleepiness and unfinished sentences and had given emphatic reassurance as to Virgil’s prospects of a full recovery PROVIDED he addressed the issues that triggered both episodes. The conditional element made the reassurance hard to swallow, emphatic or otherwise, but he’d nodded and said he’d make a start.

When he was properly awake and able to form coherent sentences anyway. Which felt like it might be never the way this was going.

Scott had seemed to understand the caffeine-deprived rant about how the infirmary made him want to systematically remove his own skin and took pity. Eyeballing anyone who might possibly object (well, Grandma, and she just smiled knowingly) big brother had escorted Virgil slowly upstairs so he could at least be Ursus Iratus by the pool rather than stuck in the bowels of the earth.

It seemed to be working. The edges remained fuzzy and grey but the bright sunlight and the sound of the sea were bringing the majority of his brain back online. He began to wonder if, finally, he might be able to hold a train of thought long enough to have a half-decent conversation.

He glanced over at Scott who hurriedly switched on his trademark Encouraging Smile and tried to pretend the Troubled Eyebrows hadn’t been deployed in Virgil’s direction seconds before.

Virgil bit his lip and tried to hide the sigh. He certainly wasn’t ready for That Conversation yet. Nor was he entirely sure what it was going to be about… exactly… except that clearly Something had been said that he couldn’t remember and his brother was chewing it over like a starving coyote might keep returning to Grandma’s meatloaf surprise…

Selfishly, at the moment, Virgil didn’t really want to know. Well he did, in the same kind of morbid way one pokes at a wound. But he didn’t have the mental energy to know. Last time he’d been this sick he’d done something awful and his relationship with Dad hadn’t ever quite been the same afterwards. The idea that the same could happen with one of his brothers? If he even started to think about it a nausea roiled that he knew had nothing to do with the medication and everything to do with the what if he’d ruined everything?

Maybe if they left it long enough he’d never have to find out?

Ha. He snorted softly. As if Scott and his mental cyclone would ever let something he was worried about slide with time.

Virgil himself was possibly not a brilliant example of someone able to let the past stay in the past either.

Maybe it was genetic?

A distinctly Alan-flavoured screech of rage pierced the humidity of the afternoon and it seemed as if even the seabirds swooping over Mateo were silenced in shock.

Virgil and Scott looked at each other across the pool, the quirked eyebrows of amusement wavered simultaneously as a quieter voice drifted out from the kitchen, quieter but urgent, soft but tainted with panic:

“Breathe! Allie, please it’s ok… please, look just wait. Let me help… no, put it down! Let go, please you’re hurting…”

The first time Virgil was really aware he’d moved was when his shoulder collided painfully with Scott’s as they both tried to run through the narrow doorway at once. The reinforced glass continued to shudder with the echo of that mistake as they remembered how to work together, spun 90 degrees and sidestepped smoothly through into what seemed to be an entirely empty room.

The expected kerfuffle was strikingly absent - all was as it should be. All except for the bright yellow smoothie crawling across the counter top and the gleaming red spots splattered across the tiled floor.

“Alan?! Gordon?!” There was a fragile edge to the Commander’s voice that usually didn’t appear until many hours into an overwhelming Situation. The response came from low behind the kitchen island:

“Could do with a little help over here, Scotty…”

Gordon sounded pale.

That was enough to galvanise Virgil into action and firing on perhaps 3 out of four engines he took one barefooted step forward, noting absently how the floor sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight…

Scott yelped and pulled him backwards, nearly toppling the both of them.

“Glasssssssssssssss…”

The elongated hiss persisted as Scott’s mind raced for a solution and sidelined irrelevant concerns like finishing words.

“Stay.”

Even at full capacity Virgil couldn’t have disobeyed that tone of command.

Scott pressed Virgil’s shoulders down as if trying to ensure his feet were properly glued to the ground and then ducked back outside. A little mild cursing preempted the contents of the pool toy cupboard flying out on to the deck and within moments the two largest foam floats returned though the door, closely followed by his brother. The first quickly became a path to the far side of the counter and the other was flung to the floor only a split second before Scott’s knees landed on top of it with a strangled “ALLIE, WHAT THE HELL?!”

Virgil crawled along the mat as quickly as he could and peered over Scott’s shoulder to see Gordon, jaw set hard and his hands clamped around Alan’s wrists. Their baby brother, colourless and trembling clutched the jagged remains of a tumbler in his bloody fists. He looked up into Virgil’s face, gasped and whimpered:

“‘m so sorry, Virgil, I’m so so sorry.”

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

I feel like Color’s the type of person who’d take seasonal or part time jobs that allow him to travel.

Like he travels around doing pet sitting, house sitting, fire watching in the summer. Park ranger and working at ski resorts, planting trees and working as temporary retail staff during holidays.

But I think he especially enjoys those that allow him routine, enough space to avoid overwhelm without feeling alone, and jobs that don’t really feel like jobs, you know. He does not care for a typical 9 to 5 job.

Outside of the shared apartment with Delta and Beta in the Omega Timeline, he mostly doesn’t have to pay for housing or rent because he hardly settles down into any houses.

Sometimes stays at hotels, apartments, airbnbs, but mostly he takes jobs where free housing and accommodation is already present; like being a fire lookout or a sitter for a house/pet.

He takes pictures and keeps a scrapbook out of everything he encounters (with permission from house/pet owners before taking any pictures of their pets and houses), all the pretty sights of his surroundings up in the hills where some lookout shelters are placed.

Works fire lookout for most of a summer, retail on holidays, house and pet sitting otherwise. He travels a lot, makes enough money to live comfortably, without really settling down anywhere or feeling pressured to.

Epic, Delta and Beta, and Killer sometimes swing by to visit while he’s working in the lookouts, sometimes stay a few days or weeks. And Color often has to convince Killer to not start a fire just because he got bored of waiting around to spot one.

He journals as well as scrapbooks, noting the weather, any happenings on the job, whatever he happened to be thinking or feeling that day.

Has another notebook reserved for whenever he randomly gets urges from the souls to write or draw things down, so it’s all very colorful and eye catching.

Sometimes Color gets the sense that places that are unfamiliar are actually familiar, like he’s been there before even though he knows he hasn’t, a sense of Deja vu.

Probably because being in, near, or around woods and forests is something all the souls experienced before—trailing through the woods to climb Mt.Ebott—so he assumes it’s because of that.

Everyone knows him in some form or another. They know what he looks like, maybe what he does, but he doesn’t stick around much for others to truly know him or for him to put down any ties.

If he happens to visit an AU he’s helped protect or save before, then a few people would offer him free housing and the like for however long he needs before moving on.

And, of course, Ccino always offers him a place to stay for a bit should Color ever find himself in the area of his cat cafe. Which he often does, as that’s where Killer likes to spend some of his free time and it’s a neutral space.

All this is to say, I think he’d enjoy the Firewatch game.

[clonehub]

anti-acolyte conservative reactionaries on twitter getting so bad that one person has had their OF nudes leaked as revenge porn because they called out someone's racism and there's constant explicit racism being hurled around on basically every tweet about the acolyte that one can find. there's people genuinely arguing that star wars was primarily/is just/should just be for white cishet men. the cast is absolutely having vile shit said about them, especially Lee Jung Jae and amandla stenberg. the former learned english in four months just to play the role and there was a dumb segment in a rolling stone article about how "awkward" he sounded or something (he didn't).

and ive been poking fun at the reactionaries but this shit is so. like its everywhere. even though im generally pretty good at ignoring bigots and trolls, you really can't go into the comments of any official star wars post about the acolyte. there's grifters saying they hate everything about star wars now and its no longer fun for them but its suspiciously and specifically in response to the most diverse star wars show we've ever had.

like god. i can't even describe how consistently vile a lot of the people who hate the acolyte are. some people found it boring independent of the diversity of the cast; this aint about them! i keep seeing tweets that say "Star Wars is supposed to appeal to cishet/white/men, this is a DEI show that's forcing communism down our throats, star wars was better when it was just about pleasing white men"

shit's exhausting lmao i hate star wars fans

[capfalcon]

i am actually hyperventilating oh my god. oh my god. so john actively asks if harold is okay after he talks to lou (the gambling guy). like, he cares about him so openly to ask if they're okay and well. and he cares and is vulnerable enough to listen to harold if he isn't okay.

also, john just throwing the ball to bear because the library is their home and bear is their dog...i cannot deal.

anyway, then harold asks him if he was listening and john says always. and it's the way he says it, so softly and yet so definitively. yes, always. yes, i listen to you, yes, i will listen to you forever. yes, you will always have someone watching you. oh my god.

oh my actual fucking god. i cannot handle this. and then john actively comforting harold and being his shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to. i am so overwhelmed.

[bunnihearted]

lately i've been finding it so so hard to be positive and hopeful. and it's making me so bitter and hateful. i hate it but i dont know what to do about it

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[enden-k]

smth you prob didnt notice about childe: bow twirl after 4th attack <3

another tiny reminder: him smiling when he fights

[zelda-posting]

tears of the kingdom could have been so good if it were built around like, its story or its characters instead of being a clunky shell to show off the mechanic no one asked for that it forces you to use

[coquelicoq]

"each thing I learn about you just makes me want to know you more" <-text from my neighbor just now. i don't know what i'm winning at, but i'm definitely winning at something.