#fuzz master

[fuzzkaizer]

ACE TONE - Collection

wah master

fuzz masters FM-1 / FM-2 / FM-3

stereo phasor LH-100

twin ace FW-1

cred: facebook.com/Rafmax St Germain

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favourite films, then tag ten people to do the same.

Thanks for the tags: @nekrosmos, @trickythedino, @boolger (sorry if I misremembered the first two).

Tagging: @gomzdrawfr @round--robin @jayofolympus @s0fter-sin @mikeyisbrooklyn @soap-brain @karlachismylife @panchulien @laswells-ashtray @whostarlockeda03 (and anyone else as I got to ten)

[zombearzilla]

New album, new pedalboard.

[pheadhones]

I love Crock pedals. My first was a blue TM-2 Thrash Master. Since these were made in such small numbers in early 90’s Ukraine, they are very hard to come by, and my friend in Kyiv seeks them out for me when he can. He sold me the first Thrash Master, and a few other Crock designs that remain some of my favorite pedals. And now he has found this gorgeous white w/red knob Thrash Master color variant that I’m really excited about. On top of this, I got the opportunity to pick up the DOD pedal from which the Crock Thrash Master borrows its name for very cheap. Besides presenting the chance to do a side by side comparison of these two different pedals with the same name, it means I will have three Thrash Master’s in trans flag colors. And that’s pretty fucking fun.

[sendmyresignation]

"cause we need to be given a good life / and can i be your type of metal?" is crazy though. love song of all time.

[faebriel]

worst case scenario is SUCH a nick angel song i take no criticism

[pumpkingeorge]

Big fan of weird little wizards that are super powerful but they look like this

[prosypepper]

this is love ft. kento nanami

a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!

"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.

"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.

"why is the door locked—are you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.

"i'm—i'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kento’s using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "i’m so sorry…"

in reality, he doesn’t care about the shirt—he’s already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.

"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didn’t have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.

"i tried to, i’m sorry—i didn’t know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.

"oh, honey." he coos, "it’s only a shirt."

"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yū, who’s sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.

"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.

you check everywhere. he isn’t found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isn’t there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.

"there you are—when did you get that?"

kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadn’t even crossed your mind he didn’t go after work yesterday.

but when he looks at you—you burst out laughing. he’d shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time you’d seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.

"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.

"no—no, let me help," you say after calming down.

after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.

"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where you’re sat, working on your dissertation. it’s been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but you’re finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.

"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.

"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.

"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."

"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.

after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...

and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.

kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.

music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.

kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.

you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.

kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.

you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.

in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.

in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.

and this, is love.

[moonstruckme]

MAE! I have a request… <3 reader finds out Steve keeps Polaroids of her around different spots, like tucked in his wallet or the sun visor of his car or in his bathroom mirror

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 728 words

“You look like you just came from the movies,” you say. 

Steve turns his head to look at you over the top of his sunglasses. You grin. “I’ll have you know, these are Ray-Bans.” 

“Are you sure? Because they’re just like the ones they gave out for Jaws 3D.” 

Even with the dark lenses, you can sense your boyfriend rolling his eyes as he turns back to the road. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t bring any.” 

Caught. “If you were a gentleman, you’d give me yours.” 

“Sorry, baby. Driver needs to see the most.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, putting a bit of theatrics into it. You reach for the sun visor. “Don’t think I won’t remember this the next time you want a blanket at my place.” 

You flip the visor down, and a little plastic square flutters into your lap. You pick it up. 

“Hey,” says Steve, “that’s totally different. If you ran your heat, neither of us would need blankets. But if you want me to start bringing my own—” 

“Stevie.” 

“Oh, it’s Stevie now,” he mutters. 

You turn to him, holding up the picture. “When did you take this?” 

Steve glances away from the road for a second. “Oh. Don’t you remember? That was at the lake last summer.” 

You do remember, now. Steve’s no master photographer—the light refracts off the water, fuzzing the picture and obscuring parts of your face—but it’s clearly you. You’re standing waist-deep in the lake, clearly trying to splash Steve while cheesing into the camera. You remember the day, but not the moment. 

Steve brings that polaroid camera everywhere. You know where it is now, stowed in the glove box right against your knees. He takes pictures with it sometimes, but always stows them away immediately so they can develop somewhere dark. You haven’t ever thought to ask about them. Haven't seen one until now. 

“Why do you have this here?” you ask. 

“I just like to keep them where I can find them,” Steve says. “Hey, put that back when you’re done, will you?” 

You blink at him. “You mean there are more?” 

“Yeah, of course.” He looks at you again, eyebrows flicking up at the open curiosity in your expression. “You wanna see some?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Alright. Put that one back.” He shifts in his seat, reaching into his back pocket. “I don’t need any getting lost.” 

You feel your lips tilt bemusedly. “You keep them in random places, but you don’t want them to get lost?” 

Steve digs out his wallet. “Nothing random about it. There’s a system, okay?” You reach for the wallet, but he holds it away. “Put it back.” 

“Okay, okay.” You grin, stowing the polaroid back where you found it before grabbing for Steve’s wallet. The worn leather parts for you easily. “Oh.” 

There are a few pictures in here. You holding flowers at the farmer’s market, you decorating cupcakes, you on your bed at home. Some have you looking into the camera, others not. In all of them you look happy. You think that’s probably how you look most of the time when Steve’s with you. 

“Steve.” Affection aches in the back of your throat. “This is so sweet.”

“It’s nothing,” he says. When you look at your boyfriend, you can see the faint tinge of a blush beneath the frames of his sunglasses. 

You gather the pictures carefully in one hand, using the other to link your fingers through his. “Why did you keep all of these?” 

Steve makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “What, I’m not allowed to want to look at you? Why would I take them just to get rid of them?” 

“I don’t know.” Your voice softens. “I just didn’t know you had all these. It’s cute.” 

Steve grins. He glances over at you once, then again, leaning over for a quick kiss. 

“Hey!” you laugh. “Eyes on the road.” 

“You’re cute,” he says.

“Yeah, you must think so.” 

“Don’t go getting a big head.” Steve uses your joined hands to tug on your arm teasingly. You let it draw you closer to him, smitten.

“Too late for that. You’re like my own personal paparazzi. You know I’m gonna have to start taking a bunch of pictures of you too, now, right?” 

“I don’t think you have to.” 

“Oh, I definitely have to.”

[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 05 | jacob scipio.

RATING: 18+ NSFW extreme mature content.

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

You loved the quiet days you spent with Jacob.

Lazy days doing nothing but indulging each other’s company to your fullest extent with no distractions.

Like now, you were laid on his chest in between his legs on the bed of rumpled sheets. Your knees are bent with your ankles anchored down by his firm thighs which were pushed apart to keep you open - exposed, just for him.

The music was softly playing in the background, the scent of your burning candles wafting through the air, tickling your senses as Jacob’s fingers lightly ran up and down your stomach. Your hands held onto his thighs as your breathing increased as the anticipation of more took hold.

“Please, Jacob.” You whined as you rubbed your ass on his hardening dick that was pressing into you. Jacob chuckled as he cupped beneath your breasts and then pinched and pulled at your nipples.

“Please what, baby?” He murmured into your ear before he licked on your earlobe. You did not answer him with words but you took his left hand and brought it to your mouth, sucking on his pointer and middle fingers.

“Hmmm.” A soft hum left him as he used the other fingers that weren’t in your mouth to pinch your cheeks as he pushed them deeper down your throat. Jacob pulled his fingers out and then brought them to the place he knew you needed his fingers to be.

His thick and calloused fingers, wet from your spit - began to lazily stroke on your clit. That earned him soft mewls from your lips as your head fell back onto his shoulder. Jacob slipped his fingers further down until they were playing with the wetness coating your opening.

“You always get so wet for me, fucking hell.” He groaned as he pushed his digits into your cunt, pumping them at a slow pace as they stretched out your tight walls. As your legs tried to close, Jacob brought his other hand to your pussy and rubbed on your clit.

“You better keep your legs open, babygirl. I want you creaming all over my fingers.”

.・。.・

You were moaning, screaming as his fingers worked their magic.

You gripped on his forearm for dear life as you squirmed in between his legs. You rolled your hips instinctively, to the rhythm and pace that Jacob had set.

It was beautiful, the way that he would make you sing for him, the way he could make your body move for him with just the strokes of his fingers, almost like a puppet master pulling at your strings. Such words weren’t really used by you in the bedroom but you'd let him control and mould you just the way he wanted.

“Oh god!” You cried as you felt Jacob’s fingertips press onto the roof of your cunt, curling the digits as he pumped them. His head was nuzzled into the side of your cheek - the fuzz of his growing beard rubbing against your skin.

“Just me, babygirl.” Jacob mumbled into your ear, his voice a deep purr. “You feeling good baby?”

The tone of his voice travelled through you, soothing you down like honey. “Yesssss.” You hissed as your walls clenched around his fingers.

“Doing so well for me.” He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Think you can take some more?” He proposed as he slipped in a third finger.

Your walls clenched around the sudden new presence and you moaned, loudly, craving the feeling of being filled by him in whatever capacity he's willing to give. Months into your relationship and each time with him, it was a new experience.

"That's it," Jacob cooed in your ear as he picked up the pace. “Such a good girl for me. So fucking perfect.” Jacob loved how easily he could slip his fingers inside of you, how he'd always find you dripping, your cunt aching and throbbing for him. It only made him want to fuck you more. His dick was swelling beneath you, making him desperate to sink his length inside and make you take it all.

The slick sounds of your wetness filled the room as you took his fingers in so wonderfully. Jacob turned his face back into your neck and sucked on the skin of your shoulder.

Your cheeks were flooded with warmth as you looked down at the way his fingers were making light work of you. your chest heaved up and down, your nipples hard and sensitive to the cold air in the room. With the pace increasing and the way Jacob was so sweetly purring filthy words into your ear. . . you felt a sensation with the pit of your stomach start to build.

It wasn’t like any other, uncomfortable but welcomed. It wasn’t like the other orgasms Jacob had pulled out of you. No, this one pooled in your belly but tickled the base of your spine that you tried to arch away to ease the tension.

“No, no, no.” Jacob tutted as he locked down your lower limbs with his and held you against his chest with arm across your torso. “Feel it all baby. Don’t run away from it.”

He slammed his fingers, curling them just enough in the way you liked. The flat of his palm pressed on your clit, the pressure increasing with how fast his fingers were moving. The differing in sensations made you so dizzy, your mind and body hazy from the pleasure.

Your walls clenched around his thick fingers, desperately clinking to the feeling of them stretching you, bringing you pleasure that had you squirming in his hold and screaming his name as that feeling within built up more and more.

It’s like your body was trying to fight against the feeling that was now swinging forward in full force. It felt like you needed to pee but with the way Jacob was touching you, fucking you so deliciously with his fingers, his words sung into your ears. You were about to snap.

“Jacob!” You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Ohhh FUUUUUU-.”

“Let it out baby. Let it out right now!” Jacob groaned encouraging you as he placed soothing kisses on your neck.

Your body ceased as your release came. You squirted, coating his hand all the way down to his wrist. Your wetness soaked the sheets beneath you, earning a moan from the both of you.

“There you go, just like that.” Jacob cooed as he slowed his fingers until they came to a stop. You shivered in his hold as he tried to calm you down. “You did so good for me angel, so good.”

When the pounding of your heart stopped ringing in your ears, you turned your head and captured his lips with a deep hunger. Jacob groaned into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Not caring that his hand was wet from your essence, he brought both palms to your chest and massaged your breasts.

The pinching of your nipples had you mewling into the kiss. “Looked so fucking sexy.” Jacob mumbled as he trailed his kisses down the length of your jawline. “I need to see it again. Think you can do it again for me, sweetheart? I need to feel it again. Need to see you squirt like on my dick.”

“Babbbyy.” You whined as Jacob moved from behind you and laid you down. As he positioned himself in between your legs again, he pulled a discarded shirt from the floor and put it beneath your ass.

“Hold your legs open for me.” He whispered as he hovered above you. You got into the position you knew that Jacob loved so much. Legs spread wide with your ankles near his head. Your cunt, glistening and gaping open, waiting for him. So submissive to him without even trying and to think, when he first approached you, you had given him such a hard time. He smirked at the memory of that.

“So beautiful and all mine.” He whispered as he brushed his hard dick against your sensitive core.

“Take me,” You whimpered. “Please.” His eyes slightly widened at the neediness that laced your voice. He licked his lips as the corner of his mouth quirked up. You lifted your head and reached for a kiss and as his lips met yours - he slipped into you until he was nestled in deep.

A whimper left you as the new sensation of his dick stretching your overstimulated pussy. Because of how intense your first orgasm had been the feeling was surprising but you welcomed it. you had no idea that it would feel this different if felt so fucking good.

Jacob had a way of coaxing everything out of you, playing you like an instrument he's mastered. You were made for him and only him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he glided so easily in and out of your cunt.

He was so deep and he was filling you up so much that you couldn’t think about anything else but him. The pressure was building up within you and it was knotting you so tight that you knew that this climax would wreck you.

“I can’t. I, I ccaa -.” You stuttered as you struggled for air.

"You can, I know you can." Jacob encouraged you as he bent down and nibbled on your ear. "You're my good girl. You'll make another mess for me, won't you? I wanna feel you all all over my dick.” He pecked your lips. “Please, baby.” He whispered his plead.

Oh fuck, his words. They always got to you and made you lose all of your senses. Your legs ended on his shoulder as your hands came to his neck so that you could suck on his bottom lip before capturing them in a passionate and open mouthed kiss.

You drank in his moans, he drank in yours - so set on making you gush around him. “I fucking love this pussy.” He groaned as he pressed down onto you, adding pressure against your chest as he pounded into you harder and harder.

Soon, your eyes were rolling back again, your mouth stuck open in an 'o' shape as you felt that sensation build once more. your body tensed, your thighs clenching around his head with your back arching and your eyes squeezing shut.

Jacob knew that he had you right where he wanted you, right where he knew you want to be.

“Fucking cum for me right now!” He growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours, his lips rolling faster. His dick hitting your g-spot with each calculated thrust - sending electric shocks through your body.

Your nails dug into your back as the bed rocked. Jacob’s hand let go of the headboard and weaved his fingers through your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. When his lips sucked on your pulse point, you were thrown overboard.

Lost in the waves of your pleasure, starts blinded your vision. Your only anchor to reality was Jacob’s arms holding onto you as he fucked you through your orgasm that was spraying his thighs.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” You cried out he steadily pumped into you roughly, so desperate to get every last drop as he felt you clamp down around his dick. You gripped onto his back for dear life as you rode out your orgasm.

The fluttering of your walls around his length had his body tensing as he erupted. You kept him trapped inside as the warmth of his seed spread inside of you. He rolled his hips until he had fully emptied himself.

When your legs stopped shaking, they dropped to his side. Your lips mushed against each other in a slow and satisfying kiss.

“We weren’t supposed to go all the way.” You mumbled against his lips which caused him to chuckle, his laughter lightly vibrating through you.

“Once you squirted, there was no way I wasn’t going to fuck you.” He answered. You rolled your eyes as a small smile played on your lips.

“You always find a way to get into my pussy.”

“Pussy’s too good. I need it all the time.” Jacob mumbled, pecking your lips …

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[iamumbra195]

The Outsiders incorrect quotes because I'm bored

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Dally: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Dally, a raging insomniac: When I find out who you are, I’m going to kick your ass.

...

Darry: Yesterday, Ponyboy told me that when he was a kid and had nightmares of being chased by monsters, he would end the dream by finding me because I would protect him by fighting off the monsters or carrying him away. The funny thing is that when I was a kid, I remember constantly having nightmares where I had to save him from monsters.

Darry: ... I'm torn between thinking it's sweet and being annoyed that he somehow mastered the ability to psychically transfer his nightmares to me as a child

...

Ponyboy: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Johnny: You and me?

Ponyboy: *tearing up* Ok.

...

Two-Bit: You know what I’ve realized?

Steve: That some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Two-Bit: Nice try, anyways-

...

Darry: You're smiling, what happened?

Ponyboy: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Soda: Steve tripped and fell down the stairs today.

...

Steve: You played me!

Soda, cheating at poker: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

...

Ponyboy: Can I have some water?

Byron: *starts chugging his water bottle*

Byron: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Byron: *spills water all over himself*

Byron, coughing: I don't have any water.

...

Random person at the church: How many children do you have?

Mrs. Curtis: Biologically or emotionally? Because there's a big difference.

...

Curly: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Tim.

Ponyboy: Did he get the stuff?

Curly: Yeah, he says he got us the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Ponyboy: Whoa! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Curly: You wanted fake blood?

Ponyboy: ...

Curly: I’ll go call Tim

...

Soda: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

...

Johnny: Dally and I were crossing the street, and this soc drove by and honked at us

Darry, sighing: What did he do?

Johnny: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dally, grinning: Who wants a steering wheel?

...

Bob: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Bob: *gets stabbed a minute later* Fuck.

...

Curly: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS PUNK!

Angela: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Curly: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Angela: Somehow that's even worse.

...

Soda: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a kid?

Darry: That naptime was a punishment.

...

Ponyboy: The first time Two-Bit opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside he yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

...

Johnny: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Dally: A horrible decision, really.

...

Two-Bit: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Darry: You’re a hazard to society

Steve: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

...

*At the police station*

Darry: Hi, I’m here for Dallas.

Police officer: Who’s Dallas?

Darry: Ah, you must be new.

...

Ponyboy: So the other day Darry sent Soda out to get us some gas.

Ponyboy: And instead of getting gas, he got us novelty cookie cutters.

Ponyboy: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Ponyboy: …

Ponyboy: I love it so much.

...

Angela: I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Bitch, I'm a sign from god. Start running.

...

Buck: What are you writing?

Dally: The fuzz wanna know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Buck, looking over Dally's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

...

Johnny, having a panic attack: I don't dab. I stab.

...

Steve: Your existence is confusing.

Ponyboy: How?

Steve: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

...

Soda: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.

Darry, sighing: What did you do?

Soda, wailing: A MISTAKE

...

Two-Bit: So what’s for breakfast?

Ponyboy, staring at the eggs all over the walls: Regret.

...

Johnny: "You're an old soul" is just old people speak for "I've noticed you've been depressed since you were 9."

...

Ponyboy: Quick, what's your blood type?

Dally: How would I know?

Ponyboy: How would you not!?

Dally: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Ponyboy, distressed: You don't know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?!

...

Curly: *Accidentally punched Ponyboy in the face*

Curly: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Curly: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Ponyboy, confused: What’s wrong with you?!

Angela: *wheezing in the background*

...

Darry: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Two-Bit: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

...

Sylvia: Why are you like this??

Dally: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

...

Curly: I was arrested for being too tuff.

Tim: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

...

Ponyboy: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Soda: They do.

Darry: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?

...

Soda, euphoric from his first date with Sandy: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Steve: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

...

Tim: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Curly: You left me in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Tim: I did that on purpose, try again.

...

Dally: *choking on something*

Steve: Jeez, Dal, don't die on us.

Dally: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want

...

Angela: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of the river when you were six.

Curly, dryly: Let's not forget who pushed me in

...

Dally: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

...

Darry: Don’t say a word.

Ponyboy: Fergalicious.

Darry: Pony, I said no words.

Ponyboy: Oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, when we were playing Scrabble, it wasn't a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

...

Soda: Steve, you need to react when customers cry!

Steve: I did. I rolled my eyes.

...

Ponyboy: 'Struggling with depression' would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

That's it for now lol

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Facial Hair

Chinstrap beard - Features full sideburns and a beard, but no mustache. It was part of the signature look of Abraham Lincoln, who famously grew out his facial hair at the request of 11-year-old Grace Bedell. She promised Lincoln she would try to get her four brothers to vote for him if only he would grow a beard. “All the ladies like whiskers,” Grace wrote to Lincoln.

Five o'clock shadow - The stubble that appears on a man’s face, typically in the late afternoon, if he shaved that same morning. A very short beard is also called a five o’clock shadow.

Fu Manchu - This term describing a mustache with ends that droop to the chin or beyond is named after the character Dr. Fu Manchu, a master criminal from the novels of Sax Rohmer. These novels were made into popular films in the 1920s and ’30s, and the term took off from there.

Goatee - First starting growing on human chins in the mid-19th century. This Americanism got its name from its likeness to the tuft of hair that grows from a goat’s chin.

Handlebar mustache - Marked by its long curved ends. Its resemblance to a bicycle handlebar gives it its name. Famous wearers include surrealist artist Salvador Dali and fictional Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot.

Horseshoe mustache - Grows down from the upper lips to the chin in two thick vertical lines, thought to resemble a horseshoe.

Muttonchops - sideburns that resemble pieces of mutton growing out from under the ears, down to the jaw. Though this style is sure to be spotted in any Pride and Prejudice adaptation, the word didn’t come about until the mid-1800s, more than 30 years after Austen died.

Pencil mustache - Ultra-thin mustache that sits neatly above the upper lip and requires impeccable upkeep.

Sideburns - Though this retro style is associated with the 1970s, the word sideburns entered English almost 100 years earlier. This eponymic fuzz is named after Civil War general Ambrose Burnside, who sported sideburns, or as they were first called, burnsides, so long they connected to his mustache.

Vandyke beard - The 17th-century Flemish painter Anthony Vandyke is perhaps just as famous for his portraits of the aristocracy as he is for his short, pointed beard paired with a thick, upturned mustache.

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[immediatebreakfast]

So since Jonathan wrote letters at home, it was a letter to Peter Hawkins and the letter to Mina.

So from the amount of envelopes that he used, since Dracula is the one who is going to mail them, we can infer that Dracula has concluded that Jonathan has no family to seek him except his employer and whoever that Murray girl is.

Yep, through the whole 12th entry the Count practically extracted all of the information he needed to not so subtly tell Jonathan that he won't be leaving the castle alive, hell that no one, not even those two people he wrote will know if he died in the first place.

The questioning of having more than one solicitor, the further questioning on how to be more privy with information to do business, the announcement that Jonathan will stay one more month because it's the duty given by his "master, employer, what you will" (notice the wording, and how it alludes that Jonathan is not a employed person for money but an indentured servant first), and then the writing on the letters itself.

The means of psychological and physical intimidation that Dracula uses to get Jonathan to basically write the victorian equivalent of "everything is Alright, business is going well 👍" to three people, which to his delight end up being only two are very palpable in the whole scene. One of them is Mr. Hawkins! With Dracula's classist views on the working class, it would not be wrong to speculate that the Count thinks that Mr. Hawkins sees Jonathan as expendable as a titled noble person can see a peasant under their power, so Dracula probably asumes that he has an ally in his sleeve. The other one? An english woman's name, but at the end a woman, what can she do against him? Surely nothing.

On top of the material of the paper of said letters, thin almost transparent paper that does not shield snooping eyes from its contents. There is not privacy to write a letter, and there is no chance to code one either with the man literally standing with a hand on Jonathan's shoulder.

It's a entire scene tuned on the string of terror, and I say terror because it's the moment when Jonathan sees how the walls of the castle are closing down with the Count's hand. There are more solicitors to replace him, he can only write líes to two people who are miles away from him, and Dracula's has restricted his freedom once more to only his guest room as the constant nightly schedule makes Jonathan's imnsonia worse.

Then, there is the lizard fashion, the lizard fashion down the castle is a funny moment out of context, but as a finishing scene for the entry it's all around the last drop of water that spills on Jonathan's mental ability to process everything to the point of making pass out of sheer terror.

Imagine that, only writing to two people as your employer dancing around your own freedom smiles since he now knows that only an ever small fuzz will be done if you don't return to your home.

[holnnetd]

Changed roles ladies!

If you checked my profile, you'd know that I'm a SUCKER for anything leporidae related. Yuppie yuppie, hares and rabbits.

And you can only imagine how happy I got seeing this post. Thank you for blessing me with that @m1cr0-bats

It became my own mission to fullfil my destiny.

HARE HYBRID!KÖNIG

Oh those huge soulless eyes staring at you in the middle of training. You wonder how a prey animal got into the army, really. But look at him. Sharp features, long ears, strong legs and a ridiculously cute stubby tail.

Hares are the most predatory of the leporidae. But still nowhere near a predator, really.

But with his height? Huge. Really. 6'6 man with the look of an European hare. The only taller counterpart would be the arctic hare, but it is not as adaptable as the all known Lupus europaeus.

Going into military with his height? Phew.

You can laugh about a hare in the military until you know the fear of standing face to face with those soul-less eyes staring deep into your soul, judging your past mistakes.

Although the overly scary man is... contradictory to any believes, really bad with depth perception. Although great with jumping far, he will most like every now and then jump into a hole. Silly.

"No, you cannot be a sniper." You'd argue, taking the sniper rifle out of his hands covered with a light peachy fuzz.

He stares at you deeply, staring into your eyes until a shiver runs down your spine from the eary look.

"I can." He absolutely can't. A sniper has to have to depth perception mastered. Pulling the trigger is to be done with great precision and unmistaken knowledge. Which is hard to attain if you don't know where the hell the enemy is standing.

"Okay, yeah. Fine." You argue, taking several steps back from the man, before standing five meters apart.

"Tell me how far I am away from you." You challenge the man. It's pretty obvious for any military staff to know it's about 5 meters. Really basic training.

"..." He started sweating, trying to figure how far it is. In his eyes you barely moved two steps. He glances in confusion on teh ground, trying to count the steps taken.

"Three."

"Three what?"

"Three meters?"

"..." A rookie would have known it's five. "You're never touching the sniper."

"Oh, komm schon! Tue mir das doch nicht an. I always wanted to be a sniper." He whines, following you as you shake your head, walking away.

He follows your out of the door, but hits his ears against the doorframe, quickly hissing before hitting his head against the side of the doorframe as he tried to look up.

Really silly.

[gwendollin]

  . ' 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐾𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 ｡ +18 . Chigiri Hyoma .  .

  {{ wc;; 2.5k

  {{ an;; loose continuation of 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑦 universe ~ ✩

  {{ cw;; afab reader, fem!reader, femdom, Cat/Hybrid Chigiri, dry humping, fingering, prostate milking, hand job, light oral, sloppy make out

It had taken some time, but you had slipped yourself away long enough to gather items for a shower. Towels, the dildo, bottles of lubricant, and the leftover clothes. You wouldn’t wear the garments; they would be carried with you to inevitably be transported into the laundry room afterwards. You’d take care of that tomorrow, or something. However, the dildo was easy enough to clean. Especially alongside your body and there was no use doing the two separately in your mind. A simple black robe was loose along your body as arms held onto the warm towels and you shuffled your way out of the spare bedroom through the hallways leading into the living room. With an open space concept, the kitchen overlooked the living room in an open bar-style kind of look. Curled up fast asleep along the couch was a familiar redhead. You came to a pause in your quiet steps. [Color] eyes observed the serenity of your partner, his toned body nestled beneath the soft of downy blankets with various items strewn within arms reach. Along the television an anime was quietly playing, one of a yellow haired ninja. You knew it was a favorite show of Chigiri’s. Smile was fond. Temptation to wake him was stifled by a care for the other, but also due to how desperately you needed to clean yourself off.

As quietly as you could manage, you escaped into the master bedroom and it’s bathroom where you began preening your hair, body, nails, skin care - the routine was followed in quiet movements, keeping mindful about the way water would crash onto the water sealed flooring so as to not rouse the other members. When you’d felt satisfied in your grooming and with the cleansing of the toy, water was cranked off. Hair was taken care of appropriately and tended to no longer drip before being placed up and out of your way.

When you made your way back out to the living room, Chigiri was still sound asleep. Fond smile returned as the space between the two of you was closed across the room. You had found a careful seat along the chaise portion of the couch that the cat had nested himself to sleep. Hand was careful as it reached out to pet along the crown of soft, shiny hair and around his ears. The soft fuzz flickered alive before pink eyes cracked themselves open with a soft, drowsy trill that led into an immediate purr. Touch was recognized.

“[Name]?” The cat murmured sleepily, the sounds quiet in their dazed babble.

Your eyes softened along the edges of your widening smile, heart warm and affections high. Your own words were soft in return, a lean to your body accompanying them to lull him awake; “You look awfully cozy.”

Pink eyes blinked slowly a few times, as if dusting away the drowsiness long enough to allow for him to focus. A hand came up to rub along the corner, the sound from his chest a lowered hum that was gravelly along the edges of his purr. R’s were rolled when he spoke; “What’re you doin’?”

Your petting extended downwards, fingers combing away fine locks of pink hair and nails gently massaging his skull before they’d tickle at his neck when palm cradled the back of his head. Chigiri visibly melted, eyes falling back closed and head leaning back down into one of the soft blankets he’d been using in his nest as a makeshift pillow.

“I was getting ready to sleep,” she offered calmly. “Wanna come? It’s awfully late; the couch can’t be much better than a nice, warm bed.”

Ear flickered a little. Beneath the blanket body shifted so his torso was twisted, chest and stomach upturned while pelvis and legs remained curled on their side. While somewhat uncomfortable to you, it’d meant nothing to his natural flexibility. Words remained slow, mind slipping between the veils of consciousness and finding that peaceful equilibrium between; “‘m comfy. Don’ wanna move.”

Your lips pursed thoughtfully. Well, who were you to tell him ‘no’? After a thoughtful pause, the sound of the television being the only background noise provided, your own words were slow with embedding tiredness; “If that’s what you’d like, Princess.” When your body pushed up to stand, a hand that supposedly ‘didn’t wanna move’ reached out to latch onto your wrist. You had paused, head tilting somewhat as eyes watched Chigiri peek back up at you with a pouty frown. The cat’s stare flickered away, cheeks warming. The words were muffled, but enough to make out around the hide behind the blanket; “Don’ go.”

You considered it quietly. Pink eyes were big in their finicky travel from you to the television screen and back at you. Pupils were wide, big and round from the absence of light, cute and pretty in the frame of long lashes. Brow had pulled, taught and downturned sympathetically. While it was no puppy dog beg, it was a feline’s petulant equivalent; his ears lowering in their relaxed outwards swivel in a way that made your heart pang sympathetically. A resigned sigh had been given as you caved in your sink back down to him, earning a smile formed behind the soft plush of fabric. Proving his claim of not wanting to move completely false, the cat untwisted himself and shifted so that you could lay down beside him. Chigiri happily moved the blankets that acted as a barrier between your bodies aside in favor of nuzzling into the softness of your breasts and curling up affectionately against your side. You noted the touch, your legs shifting in response as anticipation built. It wouldn’t be unlike Chigiri to tease and coax.

“What were you watching?” you asked idly, gaze giving the tv an ounce of pure attention for the first time.

The cat looked up at you with his eyes, tail flicking once curiously in it’s drape along one of your ankles; “Shippuden. Has the better fights, in my opinion. You’d probably like it if you ever wan’na watch it with me.”

“Maybe,” you mused halfheartedly, turning attention away from the television to focus instead on him. Chigiri noticed, affectionately nuzzling closer to you. He’d felt warm along your barely clad skin, the mold of his frame illustrated in your mind etched by memory.

Whether your answer was satisfactory or not didn’t quite matter. You’d noticed in the way Chigiri nuzzled, hips rolling into your side as he’d cuddled closer by wrapping his arms around your midsection in a cute hug. It’d seemed the redhead had a few desires, unspoken yet still noticed by you. What it was with men and their ability to wake up absolutely horny was something you’d never quite understood, yet in this moment, there was some appreciation for.

In contrast to a puppy, a kitty was much quieter. Sprawled along his side, leg was lifted lazily up and held onto with a hook of his arm keeping it propped. Symbiotically, his calf pressed heavily down onto arm in it’s rest. You were freed to do as you’d promised after collecting the necessary items. Blankets could thankfully always be washed, but being a male and feline, there was always the natural lower availability to lubricant. Finger was careful, sinking slowly into his ass knuckle-deep. It was always this way, and while Chigiri didn’t always appreciate it initially, the eventual build up was always what he’d inevitably crave - just like now. The cat’s free hand idly kneaded at the blankets when you had found your pace. Pink irises fell crescented, black pupils flickering between watching you, looking at your face, and looking away. The attentiveness would fall; it always did.

“I know you don’t like how long it takes,” you murmured softly, your smile kind. “You’re so good at being patient.”

Chigiri’s cheeks flushed, the praise eliciting an ache from his cock in its stiffening. “Doesn’t your hand ever hurt? We can just go fast.”

You laughed a little, head shaking. “But you don’t want that right now.”

The truth hadn’t felt that obvious to the person it should have, but thankfully, you had come to know his telltale signs. The rocking of hips against your thigh, the press of his ass against your pelvis in his straddle over your lap in their play wrestling, and the melting of him when being held so possessively; all subtle little things that’d begged for something indulgent. Besides, the stereotype was that cats loved fresh milk, yeah?

Your fingers eased into a languid in and out, pads of your fingertips kneading against the sticky soft inside that made Chigiri’s ears perk up and legs twitch. The cat eased into your pleasing, hips relaxing further in his leg’s lounge upwards and against himself. Red eyes watched your hands lazily, cock throbbing as it’d hardened.

“You’re teasing,” the cat whined obstinately, tail lashing once.

“No I’m not,” you cooed back comfortingly, pressing firmer in your glides inwards. Chigiri’s breaths changed first, deepening in their controlled inhale and exhale. Next observation made on your behalf were those cute claws of his. Palms would knead and nails would dig, sinking deeper in their comforting stim. For you, physical desire had long been satiated, but it wasn't as if there was nothing to take pleasure in. Emotionally, your heart remained warm, an adoration flowing freely as words were loving; “You’re being so patient this time, baby.”

Chigiri’s ears folded, but nonetheless the teasing was tolerated as your fingers worked over a particularly sensitive spot. Red eyes fell hooded as they gazed glassily forwards at the seams of the couch, hands absentmindedly tending to their kneading. Cock had begun to ooze lazily, the drip slight at first before building into a steady dribbling. Finally, the cat found enough energy to respond back lazily; “It feels good.”

You laughed a little, your other hand moving to grab for his leaking cock. Your fingers wrapped around the shaft of him before palm warmed his length. The stroking motion you’d adopted made hips buck a bit involuntarily, brow twitching as his cock oozed particularly thick streams of cum. The teasing, to you, was extremely cute. Choosing to entertain yourself further, you’d slowed the pacing of your rutting fingers and leaned down enough for lips to kiss along the head of the cat’s cock. Chigiri whimpered softly, feeling the softness of your peeking tongue that stole tiny licks parted between your lips when you’d kissed along his shaft. You’d graced him with a lap of your tongue before craning your head back up, your slowed hand resuming it’s rhythmic fucking inside of him. The redhead’s breaths were soft and audible, the whistle whine of them cute to you.

Your touches along his cock and the consistent drive of your fingers inside of him had made cock finally begin to twitch, which had invigorated you. The warmth and wet of your tongue glided along his length and circled around the soft of his head, which made Chigiri mewl a soft moan as hips bucked. Kindly, you’d wrapped your lips around him and bobbed twice, allowing for the cat to trill a whine when you’d pulled away at his throbbing. While internally he wailed in protest, you weren’t entirely cruel. Hands returned to their loyal rubbing, soothing the ache for your mouth as cock throbbed before spilling along his own self. Excess dripped, staining your palms with sticky gloss that’d slicked your stroking further.

His pants were low but audible, a delightful sound that echoed in your ears. You could feel him tense around your fingers, where you’d allowed him a moment to catch his breath. When it’d seemed okay, you’d slipped yourself free and shifted yourself back to drape along the couch where you had previously. Excess leakage on your hands had been wiped away with the towel you’d brought over with you earlier from your shower, where you internally thanked the you from the past. Chigiri, seemingly having recovered relatively quickly, had pushed himself up onto all-fours. In true, catlike fashion, the redhead stretched himself in a way that pushed ass up into the air with an arch of his back before curling forward into a crawl. The motion landed the feline hybrid into a straddle along your lap, where a leaky cock dripped down into the space between your legs. Stray droplets landed along your underwear, but you’d given it no hold over you. Instead, your attention was focused on Chigiri’s arm’s lacing around your neck and body leaning to arch in close up against you. You’d caught the feline’s lips in a sweet kiss, the touch innocent enough at first. As more were granted, fangs had found themselves pinching delicately along your bottom lip; an invitation. There was a brief moment of deliberation before you’d willingly parted your lips for him.

Tongues were swift in their meeting, taste light as Chigiri’s fingers teased along your neck and within pieces of your hair. You’d shifted, placing the cat more along one side of your lap, where he’d settled for straddling along the thick of your thigh instead. With the intimate kisses, the redhead’s hips ground down against you, the movement a slow roll to ebb away the craving. You’d smiled inwardly to yourself, lips pressing a harsher kiss to the cat’s lips before roughly parting from his grasp. Chigiri pouted a bit, flushed lip swollen as cherry eyes watched for you. Hips rolled again, his cock warm against your bare thigh. One of your arms extended, hooking along the hybrid’s waist and dragging him forwards into you.

“I can tell you’re getting tired,” you’d murmured, lips pressing to his collar bones. Chigiri’s pout deepened, eyes glancing sideways into the dark before looking back down to where you’d latched yourself to the nape of his lower neck and shoulder. Skin was soft and scented sweetly, with an edge of something darker that’d hooked you in quite heavily. Regardless if he’d listened, you continued; “Why don’t we go to bed, kitty? Aren’t you satisfied?”

Chigiri hummed. When you’d untethered yourself for air, the cat shifted himself to curl up against you in your lap. Head tucked up neck to your own, face nuzzling into your neck as Chigiri’s ears flickered until they’d settled in their relaxed fold.

“Not here,” you huffed, shifting as you’d sat yourself up. The redhead pouted, deflating in your lap with hands falling to rest along your upper chest and shoulders.

Somehow, you’d managed to gather the cat up enough to stand. With a tangle of your fingers, you lead the hybrid through the dark into the comfort of the master. Hidden beneath the warmth of the downy comforter, you'd felt the cat sprawl limbs out to entangle them within your own. A smile found itself on your lips as your hands rubbed tenderly at upper shoulders and back of your kitty.

[hegoeshardasfuck]

the line begins to blur

wordcount: 1.1K

tags: alpha/omega, top Sasuke, hint of breeding kink, aftercare

synopsis: He forces himself to sit up, core weak. / Your body chases his touch, arching as he retreats from your flushed form. He shushes you quietly, "Stay put, I'll go run you a bath." / Then he actually takes a moment to stand up on somewhat shaky legs and look at you properly.

authors note: hey hey! its Sasuke day! its also the day i open the gates to my silly little writer/reader/headcanoner discord server, anyone can join if ya wanna hang: https://discord.gg/t6sSCPD4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57622150

You whine as his knot fades and he pulls out so he can wash you off, it's still nice. He spent so many ruts suppressing instinct in a search for power that he can shut it off in a sense if he needs to. Somewhere in your lust addled brain your feel flattered that you rank among the people he'll disconnect a deeply rooted physical and psychological drive for.

His body is sort of tingly as his hormones fade off with a need to eat some food and patch you up. He pulls out and pushes himself off of you and rolls onto the bed beside you. The sheets are dirty, he should also change those, or maybe switch to the couch instead. He forces himself to sit up, core weak.

Your body chases his touch, arching as he retreats from your flushed form. He shushes you quietly, "Stay put, I'll go run you a bath."

Then he actually takes a moment to stand up on somewhat shaky legs and look at you properly.

Cum drips from your inflamed cunt, the ravages of heat having thrown you into an inconsolable mental state once more. It didn't matter how many times your Alpha marked you and fucked you and bred you, your dumb body wanted more. He's glad your body is dumb enough to keep wanting more of this even though his ruts are shorter than your heats.

Your melty brain was also tagging along for the ride. Thoughts unable to work quite right. Body surging with want every second. No chance of satisfaction in sight. This is what bliss feels like, isn't it?

Unable to think right unless your Alpha's fangs are in your throat and his cock is in your cunt. Bouncing on his length as you moan out wantonly for him the whole while, or splayed out as he rails into you without any hesitation at all. Bliss, bliss, bliss, biological instinct fulfilled and nothing but dopamine floods your brain every time he came.

You hiss as lukewarm water hits your body and he lets you rest in the sudsy bubbles. You claw at the edges of the tub and he grips your wrists tight, "Don't, this is so your joints don't feel awful after your heat is over."

You whimper as he easily holds you hostage at the wrists alone. The power imbalance always present but it makes you extra aroused like this.

Sasuke gives a small smile as he looks down at you, "Once you're out of the tub we can fuck again."

You give a pleased trill at the notions.

"Just another day or so left," Sasuke said, he wasn't sure if it was out of disappointment or glee that he'd get you like this for that time frame. Maybe if society was a little bit less oriented on getting the job done as a shinobi then he'd rather you like this far more often, just a little fucktoy that wants your masters cock. He can feel his brain starting to fuzz at the edges at the mental image alone.

Then you lean into the touch as he runs a towel across your shoulders and then wipes away the drool on your cheek. You give a syrupy saccharine smile the whole time.

He wants you, simple as that.

But he holds strong, he said he'd wash you off and let you soak for the sake of your joints, so he'll hold true to that.

-/-/-/-

Nothing but sheer pleasure rolls through your body as his knot slams against your hole with every thrust, it never just slides in like so. He has to work for it. Low growls erupting from his chest as he does so, a certain ferality to the way he moves.

Claws dig into the pillows above your head as he pounds into you relentlessly. Drool spills past the corner of your lips the whole while, estranged moaning that borders on drunk giggling escapes you. Then a hearty yowl as he rails into your cervix with a grounding thrust. A slick popping sound reverberates in your ears as his knot fits in.

That sensation of being full settles in as he ruts against you, hips tied together but still searching desperately for friction. His fangs sink into your neck again for the hundredth time these last few days, you won't be able to leave the house without a scarf. Tender flesh black and blue and full of puncture marks when he really went down with intent to mark, any memory of the marks of matrimony erased from his brain.

Close, he's close- you've been pushed past the point of close in the first day. Just a numbing sort of pleasure without any crescendo or fall has been running through you the entire course of heat. Limbs loose and body rife with need. You pant and whine as he tries to thrust, only able to hump you against the mattress, no room for real motion.

He snarls as orgasm hits him, body quaking faintly as you hook your legs across his lower back. Making sure he's held in closer, blunt head pressed hard against your cervix. An animal part of your brain is begging and pleading you get bred, you've been together for a year, that's more than enough time to have already been breeding like rabbits. The rest of your brain is also short circuiting to the point of wanting this to take.

Heavy breathing and a heaving chest make up Sasuke's efforts to not fall over onto you completely. His arms don't shake, but he does give in. Nuzzling against you affectionately and lapping at your throat the whole while, the breed instinct followed up by the comfort instinct.

Soft words of praise and ownership filter out of him as he waits for his knot to come down so you can go at it again. As many times it'll take for the sludgy mental state of a heat cycle to fade out. He doesn't bother to try and cut the hormones in his brain right now, even if it'd allow him to get up and go get some water. The instinctual fluxes washing over him is nice every now and then, keeps him in check.

Especially when it allows him to take care of you. He ruts against you periodically and you give little moans every single time. The worn out state of your body ignored as that rich sensation of want comes about you once more with each motion. He'll have to deal with this for how many more days? He doesn't care much, so long as he's spending them fucking his Omega's brains out, molding your cunt to only want him.