#haha..hah

[nautikalmiles]

a muse from memory

[rosedom]

listen . listen . a pretty boy and his lips stretched over the knotted fabric of a cleave gag . . .

going down on him, his cunt drip-dripping with his own slick. grabbing the lube, warming it between your hands as you simply take in the view—the view of your boy, entirely free save for the fabric between his lips. he's laid bare and his hands aren't even tied, yet that gag stays snug where you left it, darkening thanks to his spit, each soft moan coming out muffled through it once you open and drizzle the warm lube across his cunt.

then, easing one, two fingers into him; but not until you run them between his folds, bottom-up and dragging tantalizingly slow over his swollen cock. the head of it is a throbbing, ruddy-red, lube shining across it and into the dip in its center. the gag won't do much for a whine; really, they're only good for putting your boy down under, for laying himself out for you to take take take without his words.

("i want you to shut me up," he had said.

"you wanna blow me?"

then he'd gotten all shy again, buried himself into the skin of your throat—right above your soft cotton scarf. he'd tugged it away, fiddled around while you had your face tilted up, and he'd leaned back and up with that scarf between his teeth.

his eyes had said, shut me up.)

mmm and getting that third finger in so easy, easing and stretching his cunt open for your cock. slipping them out, kissing that whining mouth right over his knotted gag, and nudging your cock right up against his . . . nnn i can't get the image of your pretty boy finally taking cock—the first time he's ever been so vulnerable, his cunt so open while his mouth's tied up shut—out of my mind, the image of him helplessly whimpering and spreading his legs, urging you on with soft uh, uh, uh's !! fuuuuck.

bottoming out, balls pressed to the lips of his cunt and he's moaning out, crying out, thick saliva squeezing out the sides of his mouth. his jaw is slack, and—god, the fuckin' gag isn't even keeping him quiet; he doesn't sob in words but he does in hiccuping whimpers, each one in time with the thrust of your hips.

and cumming inside your boy—'cos, of course, he'd try begging, try saying, "inside, inside, cum inside me," but that tight knot of fabric heavy on his tongue and drenched in his spit had devolved his begs. god. don't forget to reach down, finish him off, keeping your softened cock in deep as you thumb him into his own sweet, sweet orgasm <33

("th'nk you, th'nk you," he'll say as you untie the gag from behind his head, cupping his cheek with one hand and moving the other below his chin to catch the soaked-through fabric. he'll say a final "thank you" with a thick string of saliva connecting the bulk of the knotted fabric in your palm with the swollen jut of his bottom lip.

you'll kiss him properly after, won't you? no gag interference.)

i'm just so hard for pretty boys all gagged up for me (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ !!

[phoenxwright]

happy late bunny day 🐇

[kyurochurro]

exploring the woods with some little buddies!!🌿

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @tizniz @jesuisici33 💖

more of the cheating fic bc I'm loving the scene with Hen and Buck is being sooo messy and sooo oblivious and I'm having so much fun lmao - also, I gave myself a deadline for posting the first chapter whether I finish the whole fic by then or not (I hope I do lol 🤞) so this is gonna be my main focus for now haha (unless inspiration takes me somewhere else)

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“Do you love Eddie?”

“Of course I love Eddie.” Buck huffs. It’s the most obvious thing in the world. Eddie and Christopher are his world. The only thing is… “I’m just not sure if I’m in love with him.” 

“Then why the hell did you cheat?” she asks, exasperated, and so done with Buck. If Buck was her, he’d just kick himself out, to be honest. “You and Eddie clearly have something, and you felt enough for him to cheat on your girlfriend. Don’t kid yourself that you can just go on after this like nothing happened, with either of them. The best thing you can do now is to come clean to Taylor, and probably break up.” 

“Well, you cheated too, and you and Karen figured it out.” he blurts out, and immediately regrets it when Hen’s eyes darken dangerously. Okay, this is when he’d kick himself out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No offense,” Hen says slowly, quietly, through clenched teeth, tone icy, and it’s almost worse than if she’d yell at him, “but you and Taylor are nowhere near me and Karen. You don’t even love her, and clearly you don’t regret cheating that much, since you did it twice. It’s an entirely different situation, so do not bring me and my wife into this.” 

“I know, sorry, that was out of line.” Buck says quietly, feeling small under Hen’s gaze.

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[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (2/2)

part 1

Gepard stalls almost a week before he finally goes out to the safehouse, and it takes him a couple days to find it because Sampo didn't have the time left to be wasn't super specific about the location. But he does find it.

It's pretty bare bones, really. Gepard knows that was probably to be expected, but… It feels crushing, when he realizes there are so few personal things here. It's nothing specific to Sampo. Just some food, some medical supplies. A cot and a heater and a lot of mismatched blankets. Nothing to remember someone by.

But he does find the letters, in a metal box stashed away under the bed.

There are two for him. Three for Natasha, and two for Seele. One for Hook, one for Serval, one for Pela, one for Bronya.

Bronya's is mostly business. They knew each other from the whole Stellaron incident, but not much beyond that, and the incoming catastrophe is a more pressing matter. Seele's is actually two copies of the same letter, and Gepard realizes why when Seele is so angry she rips the first one up without reading it. He gives her the copy a couple days later, and she slinks off without a word.

Pela seems completely normal after hers is delivered, but Gepard knows better than to trust that. The next day, he finds her asleep in bed with Serval, bottles abandoned on the floor, both their eye makeup smeared and running and Pela's glasses horribly smudged and crooked on her face. Serval doesn't read hers in front of him, but she's clingy with Gepard, Pela, and Lynx for quite a while after. She throws herself into her work a lot. She insists the heater from the safehouse is busted and she needs to keep it. It's too dangerous for use by someone who's not an engineer. Might burn their house down or something. Gepard doesn't argue.

Hook's letter is short, with easy to read words. The rest of it is actually a treasure map, and she and the moles spend the next several days running through the Underground, finding hidden candy and toys. Hook asks them when Sampo is coming back, because one of the marbles she found from his map looks green, just like his eyes, and she wants to give it to him. Natasha shoos Gepard out of the clinic before he can even begin to think of an answer.

Natasha refuses to let him see what's in her letters, which ok, fine, he'll respect that. He hears from Bronya who heard from Seele who heard from Natasha herself though that one of the letters was a map and the other a catalogue, with all of Sampo's hidden "warehouses." Gepard promptly marches himself back out to the frontlines, where he can turn a blind eye. If a ton of stolen goods suddenly enters the black market, and if the orphanage and the clinic suddenly have new supplies, well, technically that's none of his business.

Gepard goes to bed, curls up under mismatched blankets and closes his eyes.

He doesn't dream.

One of Gepard's letters was also business, like Bronya's and Natasha's. He and Bronya follow everything meticulously, down to the letter, because there has to be some good to get out of all this, there has to be. Gepard can't let it all be for nothing, it would bury him.

And so the catastrophe passes. Not without casualties, and not without a lot of damage and destruction. But Belobog survives.

And after that, time just kind of…goes on. Gepard has been a part of the Silvermanes since he was old enough to enlist. The Fragmentum had gotten so much worse in the years before Welt sealed the Stellaron. He knows the statistics, it is literally his and Pela's jobs to keep track. He knows when he sees a face everyday in the camps and then it's suddenly gone. He's not unfamiliar with things like grief and loss.

He still catches himself checking the trashcans and the supply crates and soldiers' footprints sometimes, though.

But there comes a night where Gepard goes to bed, holding the mismatched blankets to his face, and he dreams. And it's strange, it's off, it sticks with him. Sampo doesn't look the same. He's thinner. His muscles have atrophied. He looks like how Gepard has seen soldiers after months in the hospital.

The most unsettling difference is there's a scar across the left side of his head, Gepard can see it over his ear, peeking out past his hairline, carving towards his cheek. Sampo is always careful about his face. Gepard once saw him dodge a Fragmentum monster and literally let it cut across his neck just to keep his face clear. He wouldn't let that happen for nothing.

Their actions in the dream itself aren't new. Sampo seems tired, run down and worn out, but he announces his presence with aplomb by lobbing a bunch of smoke bombs off the rooftops and sending his soldiers scrambling. Same shit, different day.

The new part is what he says when Gepard chases him out to the edges of the camp, tackles him into the snow. Gepard pins him to the frozen ground to detain him and Sampo doesn't even fight it, just looks up at him like he's seeing sunrise for the first time in months.

"I'll be home in one week."

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

I think Catnap and Dogday would have sensory overloads all the time post escaping Playtime Co. Their bodies ARE suited to hear more than humanly possible and all the new sounds from the outside world can be too much for them sometimes, so Angel has to gently guide them somewhere quieter so they can recover.

[skimmeh]

//CW blood//

My sweet summer child:)

[rystiel]

joanfucius you will forever be famous

[painted-bees]

i had a dream that I did tarot card readings, and then woke up feeling conpelled to get a deck. so I did!! and they're really fun!!!

this morning, I did a reading for Raf, for shits 'n' giggles...

The question was specific to wondering how forming a band and going public again (with TBH) might pan out for him

I interpreted this as basically: "Well, you've just come back from dealing with a buncha stuff, are feeling good about it, and now you're in a transition. Lean on your people, extend some trust, invite others in, don't get stuck in your own head and you may finally get to burry the old career and image that was built for you under ephrem records"

That 10 of wands in distant past is so good lmao

The nine of swords as a future warning is also very good. And the queen of cups being like, "Don't forget to love and be loved." ALSO also very good.

also did one for Margie asking if she should attend music school lmao

my read of this was kinda "you've already got what you need and are on an excellent path forward. The lack of support you received growing up has since been addressed, and now you have a new perspective--but your thirst for knowledge still persists. It's been suggested to you--or maybe you're just worried--that school will be no good for you, but you've got the right temperment/attitude to get what you need out of the experience without being harmed or trapped by it."

this is a really positive spread, with only one real point of contention, so far as I can tell. and that point of contention could be Raf projecting his experiences onto Margie and advising her that school isn't worth the suffering it'll put her through. It could even be her own worry as to wether or not she'd be letting herself down if she does or doesn't do it, and worrying about what she'll be neglecting if she decides to go through with the studies. But king of cups and judgement are both quite reassuring here, especially in combination with her current position, as well as the 9 and 10 of cups. Page of pentacles suggests she's gonna be learning no matter what.

Most notably tho, I'm really surprised to see the lovers representing both Raf AND Magritte's current position in each of their respective spreads. I dunno what the odds of that are, but it seems special haha

[qqueenofhades]

[beeqisch]

it kinda works ig

[vonlipvig]

a little gift for my friend eleanor @bagadew who wanted to see thee girlboss of the skies herself, carolyn knapp-shappey from cabin pressure! i had a lot of fun drawing her and reminiscing about this great radio show (man, i should really relisten to it!), i really hope you like it!

[doctorsiren]

As a warriors fan i can confirm that is not gibberish and is lore, though why other anon sent that to a AA blog of all places i have no clue and for a second i thought my phone notifications messed up

Oh i meant my friend @itsnotjustgibberish who is super into warrior cats

[waystar-roycos]

I’m kidding. Or am I? I’m not kidding. Am I? Or am I?

[the-giug]

Nyo!Engmano

Pov: Quanno ‘na bella piskella te invita ‘a ‘e terme de Caracalla ma ‘nvece te fa fà er bagno ner tè all’arancio (te prude ‘a pummarola)

(I hope I wrote it right I only have a grasp of roman dialect)

Asked by an amazing friend :3 (se leggi sto messaggio su cunnu a mammarua)