#hoa fic

[mask-of-anubis]

part of a nina x joy one-shot I def didn’t write

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“Have you read those books,” Joy asked, “the ridiculous ones where it’s like ‘and there was only one bed.’”

“Yeah,” said Nina. “It’s so silly.”

“So silly,” Joy agreed.

Silence pressed down on her like an elephant, so she kept talking. “They’re always like, ‘Oh, it’s so cold. We should sleep close for warmth.’”

Nina laughed. “Meanwhile there’s a whole fire on the hearth. Like, it’s so warm in here.”

“Exactly,” said Joy.

Nina turned on her side toward Joy, but Joy felt a very strong need to stay on her back.

“Or it’s the enemies thing where they pretend they don’t want to share the bed,” said Nina. “And the guy’s like, ‘I’ll sleep in the bathtub.’”

“Oh my god yes,” Joy giggled. “And then the girl’s like, ‘No don’t that’s so uncomfortable.’ And then they totally hook up with each other.”

She heard Nina clear her throat a bit. “Yeah,” she said. “I mean, I wouldn’t even mind sleeping in our bathtub. It looks sorta comfy.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Joy said. Quickly, she amended, “I mean, neither of us would have to, obviously.”

“Obviously,” said Nina.

Joy broke her rule. She flipped over onto her side. The space between them was fine. Plenty of room.

“Oh my god,” Joy said, “and there’s always the internal monologue, where the main character is like ‘I wonder what it would be like to kiss them?’”

Nina smiled. “Totally,” she giggled.

She was quiet for a moment, but then she added,“We’re in the clear there, too. I mean, we already know what that’s like.”

Her words hung in the air between them. The darkness, the snowfall, the warmth in the room…

“Yeah, we do,” Joy said.

It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment just so Joy could rationalize her next decision. And rationalize she did.

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Musical talent

Jalim fic

"What's got your attention?" Jason leaned closer; head tilting towards Salim curiously. The Iraqi stepped closer, balancing the notebook in one hand, the other motioning to the ceiling, which stones were decorated with ornate elements, forming intricate passages. 

"This journal describes this as a means of communication… " Salim pointed at the precisely carved, waving motifs.

"A way… we could talk to the enemy perhaps." Wondering, his gaze fell back upon Jason. 

The younger man, as if feeling the stare on his skin, turned to face Salim. Their eyes met for a second, before Jason's cheeks started to redden; catching himself he turned to the side taking a few steps away. 

"You're wasting your time…" Jason shook his head as an opposition and for clearing out his thoughts. 

"Gaining knowledge is never a waste of time." Salim retorted; determination and excitement rang in his voice. He looked adamant, scanning through the hastily scribbled notes, of what Jason couldn't make out anything. 

He was impressed by the Iraqi soldier already, learning more and more about Salim's courage and bravery; how clever and reasonable this man is. 

A soldier, thought to be the enemy – he proved to be able to contradict all of Jason's prejudices and doubts. "Those explorers wanted answers, and so do I." Salim stated, curving his index and middle finger to knock on the yellowed, worn out pages of the notebook. 

Jason pursed his lips. Yeah, maybe a little too determined. What a pigheaded fella. 

"Remind me again how those explorers ended up?" He asked, cynical. 

Exactly. They got eaten by fucking vampires under the earth. Miles and miles deep in a literal hell-hole, with no hopes of escape. Be nosy here, and you earn a few vicious claws and fangs – digging into you; toring and slicing our flesh until it's just a ribbon. 

Jason had no intention to be more curious than needed. He liked living, even if it's without answers. 

Salim strolled from one spot to another, brows furrowed, eyes zig-zagging through the lines. Jason wondered how the man could understand those writings. He, who's first language is English, can't make out any understandable words in that notebook, let alone a person who has a totally different language and alphabet than english. 

Jason needed to admit he's shocked, how well educated an Iraqi can be. Back at base everyone just laughed and shrugged, joking and mocking the Iraqi army of their capability. 

Guess they were the ones who got this thing whole wrong. After all, most of his comrades only knew english… If they knew proper english…

"Over here! I've found something!" Salim turned back, eyes sparkling with excitement. Walking up to the carved statue, Jason examined the strange structure. 

It was made out of massive stone, one that must have been a tough task to get done. And there were those green fibres again. Creeping through the curved stone, waving past rifts and lines – reaching the floor, the green yarn spreaded out like cracked glass. 

"It makes for an interesting read." Salim mumbled, motioning down the paper. Jason hummed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalant.

"Never been one for books." A cheeky smirk ran through his lips. "I'll wait for the movie to come out." Jason added, looking over to the stone, as Salim chuckled. Jason's eyes flashed back at the older man for a second, as his soft voice echoed back from the walls. Salim leaned ahead, slowly bringing out his hand to touch the curved lines of the stone obelisc. Careful; as he was about to touch a spiderweb his fingertips brushed against the cold stone, following the lines and loops; he made a few small circles. 

Suddenly a strange echo erupted from the walls. As if metals were rubbing against each other, a steady reverberation, that sank deeper and deeper as the sound spread throughout the spacious room.

"The fuck is that?!" Every nerve in Jason's body lit up with bright red lamps; burning his skin from the inside and screaming. Run, run, run as far as you can, as fast as you can, until you feel the hot breeze on your skin again, until you see the sand and the mountains again. Until you're out of this hole, you run and run and run. 

"Oh! It's singing!" Salim breathed out, face turning up to the walls. 

He smiled, and Jason tripped in his own mind – stuck with the image. Salim's smile lit up his face - dotted with dirt and blood, worn down by the constant vigilance; from those grotesque figures and screams, from this never-ending fever dream. 

But against all odds, Salim managed to be cheerful, never giving up on the task of getting out safe and sound, never leaving his spirit to fade into the abyss. And it stunned Jason. It left him awestruck and disbelieving how someone can have so much faith. 

After a few moments, still waiting for something horrible to happen from the loud noises, Jason stepped closer to Salim. 

"What do you make of these carvings?" He tilted his chin, motioning to the stone statue. 

"It's a language formed from chords. Musical scales. Sonics." Salim explained.

"Mary was a pianist. She decipered it. She thought these carvings represented the stars." After a moment, his eyes stopped at an area where the carved out dots condensed together.  Do you see? That's Cetus. The Whale." 

Jason's eyes ran through the dots and lined, curling and spiralling up like tendrils. If he took out the different directions that the carvings took up; he would be left with some shorter, and some longer dots. 

"That language sounds a little like morse code." He murmured, trying to remember all the alphabetic correspondences he learnt in his early years in the military. Though after a few seconds he came to the conclusion – these out-of-this-world creatures might not be writing their secret vampire language in english…

"No…" Salim shook his head, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "It's more musical than that. It has a pitch, a rhythm, a color… According to the journal there was only one scale of sound in the device…" The older man explained, leaning deep into the old sketchbook. "But Mary was studying it alone. I think there may be another." After a moment of hesitation, Salim started nodding, slowly looking at Jason. "I'm going to need your help." He stated, and Jason's mouth reacted before his mind could think of anything. 

"Name it." He might not be much of a musical talent himself, but Jason can follow orders quite effectively. 

"This console is too big to operate single-handedly." The Iraqi lieutenant gestured to the stone obelisk, stepping aside for Jason to wander closer. 

In the center, two identical circles lay, shaping a somewhat hourglass figure. Salim ran his fingers through the bumps on the lower half, while Jason had no choice but to climb up onto the rock, reaching for the other half of it. 

Squatting down he braced his weight with one arm; grasping the cold, damp stone while he leaned down, reaching the lines. 

Salim looked up to the ceiling, examining the wide horns; hanging down like hungry mouths  then looked at Jason, signaling to start the maneuver. 

"Never thought you're a musician…" Jason mumbled while trying a pattern. The device fell silent, so he continued. "Would never have guessed it."

With a high pitched chuckle Salim shook his shoulders. 

"How would you have guessed it anyway?" He questioned, a cynical yet curious glint in his eyes. 

"I dunno. Maybe from how you hold that damn iron bar." With a snort, a faint smile ran through Jason's lips. It's true, they didn't have too much time pondering about each other's interests. As he looked at Salim again, slight panic flooded his mind, watching the older man's reaction – he looked forward, a mile-long glare on his face, maybe Jason overstepped here, offending the Iraqi with yet another of his great speculations. 

But then, after a never ending moment Salim's eyes softened, his features melted into a calm and relaxed half smile. 

"Maybe not from how I handle my weapon," he looked up at Jason with a proud grin. "...but I'm fond of the piano. So we can say, you guessed right with this one, Jason." 

The marine had to relocate his grip on the stone, before he slips down from the thought of Salim, playing a piano in a quiet, calming room, bright sun rays of the early morning slaying out on his torso, giving a golden frame to his skin. With a smile on his face, eyes focused on the score, skilled fingers skimming through the keys…

Jason coughed, clearing his throat and mind from any distracting image. 

Now he was sure they needed to get out of this deep hole, no matter what. 

He wanted to hear that play for himself. 

[ironicsopsychotic]

the hard part

if sneaking around behind the whole house’s backs was hard, it’s nothing compared to navigating where that leaves them now. under normal circumstances, kissing someone, cuddling with someone, having sex with someone, thinking about that person all the fucking time would constitute a romantic relationship. but normal circumstances have never applied to the chosen one and her osirian.

hoa | nina/eddie | rated t | 17.8k | 03. in "the more you think of me the more i'll manifest" series | pov alternating

link in the reblog!¡ 

[allthesewords-strewnabout]

I wrote a House of Ashes Jalim fic and a few chapters are lyric inspired by FUNERAL GREY by Waterparks enjoy https://archiveofourown.org/works/39869127/chapters/99826038

[house-of-secrets]

Sibuna Club Bylaws 85 & 86

85. Poppy Clarke is an Anubis house treasure and should be treated that way. (Seriously don’t mess with our little sister)

86. Jerome Clarke on the other hand is the Anubis house trash panda and should be treated that way.

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A new set of Amber Millington's Sibuna Club Bylaws is now up! Let me know what y’all think - Evie✨ 

Read it here on AO3: Link  

[sunshinediaz]

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning | 2.9k, teen

“Quit moving!”  “Ow! Ouch!” More cheese gets hawked in Eddie’s face, powdery and slimy and gross. “Jesus Christ! What are you doing to me?”  Discombobulated, Eddie worms out from beneath the intruder, stutters to his feet, and flicks on the light above the sink. He blinks fast as a hummingbird’s wings till his eyes adjust and then screeches, “Buck?” with utter disbelief and very major irritation. Whatever slight fear he felt at having an intruder in his hose vanishes, replaced with absolute confusion.  At his feet, ruddy-cheeked and messy-haired, Buck sits cross-legged on his ass. He’s wearing a pretty maroon satin-like button down rolled up to his forearms and that pair of Levis that hug his thighs like a second skin and the goofiest, prettiest smile Eddie’s ever seen—even with shredded cheese shoved between his teeth.  Holy shit, again.  “What’d you do that for?”  “Me? Me?” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, irked in a way he hasn’t been since he caught Chris staying up after bedtime to play his video games. He’s even wearing the same black tank top—life imitates bullshit, or whatever the saying is. “What are you doing in my house? It’s three in the morning!”  Buck blinks. “Oh,” he says, giggles, and wipes the mix of drool and cheese off his chin. “This is not my house.”  “No, it isn’t.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. He counts down from ten, slowly, two times, and then puts his hands on his knees and leans down closer to Buck’s face. “What the fuck, Buck?”  “Mm. That rhymed.”  Eddie makes a face. “Are you drunk?”  Buck nods his head. “No way,” he fibs, giggly and cross-eyed. This close, Eddie can see how glassy his blue eyes are. He’s not hammered, but he’s not exactly sober, either. “Maybe a li’l bit.” 

read the rest on ao3

[flamingfalcon3]

Wait so what the fuck happened to all those deadly flies Jerome unleashed in the s1 finale? Did they manage to escape? Did they end up killing anyone? Is there now just a random spot in England that has a nest of non-native murder bugs wreaking havoc on the local ecosystem?

[lovelyamneris]

“It was so real that Nina had almost been convinced she'd gone back in time. She could feel the lingering presence of Senkhara’s spirit inside of her, even though Senkhara had gone into Rufus now, and she could still feel the pain in her wrists from where Rufus had grabbed her when he ripped the mask away. She was so close to him when he died, in the nightmare and in real life, that she could feel the hot red fire licking off his skin. She remembers wondering if he was melting, like the Wicked Witch of the West. And his screaming was so awful. God, she forgot how awful his screams had been.” -AFTER on Ao3

[ephemxras]

“I want to see the next day, but I’m so scared to let you go.”

“Then hold me, for as long as you like.”

[mask-of-anubis]

Happy Sibuna Secret Santa 2023!

(so so late forgive me)

This fic is a gift to Madisonne (Mads2312 on AO3, and @katenickjo on twitter). Unfortunately I can’t reach her so I’m posting here! But if any friends on here are mutuals with her on twitter pls let me know so I can get this gift to her!

Happy holidays everyone, I’ve been reading so many incredible fics from this secret santa exchange and hope you all enjoy this one!! Thank you so much to the absolutely mvp @incorrectsibunaquotes for organizing

🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄

“out of the woods”

[ao3 link]

Summary: the original members of sibuna say goodbye to their sacred club and toast their friendship in the place they feel most at home - the definitely haunted woods behind their definitely haunted boarding house

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Kintober Day 5/6 - Edging & Temperature play

Pairing: Salim x reader

Genre: smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: edging, temp.play, fingering (f recieving), p in v, nothing heavy Salim is a sweathear

Kinktober tags: @kassiekolchek22 @multi-fandom-imagine @crazymissy22 @pr3ttycunt

You never ever thought summers could be so lethal around here. Not when you were from a continental country where the highest heats topped about 35 degrees.

Well, this certainly was more than that right now, you thought as you pressed the dampened towel to your temple. In the middle of the summer, Iraq surely started to remind you of a giant owen, and you were the bread, slowly baking in it.

The air was thick and dry, almost still in your little house that you shared with Salim.

The day was already ending, the evening dusk slowly took its place through your closed blinds, whereas not so long ago golden streams flew into the tiny room.

"Alright Hayati." You heard Salim, coming from the laundry room. "I think the ice is ready. I put it into the fridge two hours ago…" As he opened the fridge door, the bottles and jars on the shelves clinked slightly. It took him a few minutes managing to free the ice holder from the clutter that ruled over your shared fridge, but the cool touch of the plastic container against his skin worthed the struggle.

"Do you want some tea or coffee with it?" He asked, taking out two glasses from the cupboard.

Not turning to him, you just raised your hand, palm stretching out as you whined desperately.

"Just give me out already, I'm melting."

A deep chuckle rumbled up his chest at your request, but Salim obeyed, picking one frosty cube between hisbfingers he walked up to the couch, hovering over you and the back-rest.

You felt a gentle, warm brush of fingers over your wrist, sliding down on your upper arm, taking you in his hold, but Salim still hadn't placed the ice cube into your hand.

Looking up at him with a frown, you met his gaze, a devilishly foxy smile sat out on his lips, measuring you from head to toe.

Luckily, living with him gave you some insight into his habits, his character and his way of thinking.

And you just knew what he was about to commit.

"No. Salim, n–" You shrieked, when Salim pulled you towards him by your hands; he snickered mischievously as he pushed the cube into your neck.

"Salim!" You whined, squirming on the couch, trying to free your body from his cold touches, that he expended all over your arms and face.

"Habibi what's the matter?" Salim quipped with an amused tone, fighting with your hands to reach your skin. "I thought you wanted to be refreshed!"

"I did, but not like this!" You laughed out loud when he tickled your side, preventing you from pressing your head into the cushions.

The ice cube started to melt against your skin, wetting the spots wherever it landed.

As he pressed it over your shoulder, the slippery cube slided upwards, gliding over your neck pulse, up to your nape.

The cold sensation over your neck felt electric, waking your senses from the dull heat.

A faint moan slipped from your lips as you stopped moving for a moment, eyes closing as you savored in the cool sensation with every nerve in your body.

When you noticed that Salim stopped in his game too, you blinked up at him from your lashes, confused what happened, that it made him stop.

The cheeky grin, Salim held as he goofed around with you disappeared; a curious and suggestive smirk replaced it instead.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He tilted his chin up, his gaze lowering as he towered over you.

Something moved inside of you- excitement bubbled up in your chest, as you watched lust take over him so quickly. Biting down on your lower lip you looked at him with the most innocent looks you could make, ready to play into his actions.

"A little bit." You admitted meekly, lips pursing together.

Salim raised his eyebrows, as he slowly moved his hand down to you again, now aware to splay out every moment as he glided the half melted ice to your collarbone, grazing the surface as your muscles moved.

You sucked your lips into your mouth, head coming to rest on the couch as the cold tingled your skin, pinching and tickling at the same time.

Salim moved his hand further down, moving under your tank top easily, drawing circles into your chest when he reached your breasts.

You inhaled sharply from the sudden cold, hair standing up on your nape and arms; your body reacted on its own when you arch your back into the touch.

"Oh you enjoy it very much." Salim teased, smirking to himself as he watched what effects he has on you. The power he held on you – making you giggle in one moment, having you moan and tremble for him in the next.

You could only whine in response; senses already giving up on anything else, but the feeling of the ice against your skin.

It didn't take long for him to crawl over the couch to you, half kneeling between your trembling knees, as his other leg braced him on the ground.

The ice soon melted entirely, so Salim brought another one new, white frost spreading through the top as it hit your skin again.

You didn't even notice when he moved over you nor when he undressed you, you came back from the bliss he made for you all over your body, when Salim pushed the cube into your inner thigh.

Your eyes shot open, ice biting down your skin - or was it Salim's teeth that held your flesh for a moment… Then he licked the aching place, drawing another sharp moan from your chest, a total contrast of temperature and sensation, with his hot, silky tongue.

"Salim…" You managed to breath out, chest heaving, marked with love bites. "Please."

You heard a rich chuckle, his eyes sparkling with smugness as Salim slowly lowered his upper body, pressing down to your stomach.

His body was so big over yours, capturing you fully into his embrace, one strong arm coming under your back to hold you. So warm and so soft against your cold, wet body.

"Oh Hayati you're trembling," He rasped, pressing his cheek to the underside of your breast, his cold hand that held the cube came up to your chest.

He pushed the ice into his palm, freeing his fingers he carefully pinched your hard nipples together.

Your body shook, one side of your wanting to move away from the sharp sting, almost painful in your breast- the other desperately needing to feel this delighful torture alll over again.

Your back bent upwards, then shrank down to the couch, as Salim held you in place with his body, fingers starting to play with your sensitive tits.

"Woah, watch out my love," He chided you softly, giggling to himself as his hand under you stroked your side. "stop squirming under me… Unless you want to ride me." Salim murmured into your skin, his hot tongue replacing his fingers all of a sudden, drawing out a choked yelp from you.

You didn't answer, you couldn't even understand the meaning of his words at that point, only gifting him with your sweet sounds, needy and desperate for more.

One hand went down to his hair, brushing through the soft, short curls on his nape. Salim hummed in response, placing a sloppy kiss on your breast, before he moved his lips below, lips grazing over your navel, your hips; tongue drawing out to smoothere your shivering legs.

For a moment Salim stopped, hands coming to wrap around your knees as he shuffled down between your legs, his stare dark and hungry as he looked down to your cunt, glistening with your arousal.

"Habibi, you look so beautiful under me like this." Salim cooed, taking another look at you, adoring the sight of you- so lost in his touch. "So ready for me to use your sweet pussy."

As the sounds reached your brain, you raised your head with a groan, chest as you blinked at him.

You could already feel his mouth on your bud, his tongue deep in your heat. Your cunt clenched on nothing at the thoughts, arousal swelling up in your belly, wanting to feel something real, that would stimulate you and make you lose yourself.

Your fingers tightened around his hair, tugging him down to your core, as your legs pulled him closer.

"Please…" You whispered, desperate for him to finally touch you.

"I don't know love," Salim said unsure, but his tone held a certain smugness. "I don't want to hurt you. If I finger you it will be cold and-"

You silenced him with a sharp twist of his hair, bucking your hips up into his face.

Salim let out an amazed laugh, and he winked at you as if to say he's down with your commands, nudging his nose to your wet folds.

Dropping your head back to the couch, your jaw fell open as heat crept up on your cheeks, and down to your core, heart hammering in the ribcage.

Salim finally started working without any hesitation, lapping a long line across your cunt, lips already closing around your aching bud. His mouth was warm and soft, lips caressing you with loud wet noises.

You started to moan his name over and over, legs crossing around his shoulders, as you arched your back, rocking into his mouth.

After a few moments Salim started to let out his own little sounds; muffled grunts and pants hit your ear, so sweet and hot, making your pussy clench.

Slowly a familiar tingle appeared in your lower abdomen, growing and spreading across your core and cunt with each nudge of his tongue, with each suck of his lips and the room started to feel scorching hot once again.

A slim drop of sweat flew down on your cheeks, from your furrowed brows, gasping for air as you felt your orgasm building up in you.

"Salim" You panted, voice high pitched and desperate. He must have noticed it too, because suddenly his lips slowed down, tongue vanishing from your folds.

And the tension left your body, disappointingly numbing down into a low tingle, almost non-existent ache, but it sure stayed there.

You couldn't help when a riled groan broke out from your throat, tensing up under Salim's touch.

He stopped right before you could come, he knew you were close, and he stopped.

"Salim, come on!" You gritted through your teeth, face tilting up to look at him. "Why did you stop?"

Salin held your gaze, slowly giving you a shy smile as he turned to kiss your inner thigh, but his eyes sparkled with content.

"I'm not sure if I can let you cum just yet…" He pondered, licking his lips; your juices gathering around his nose, mouth and chin.

Your heart skipped a beat, hearing those words. You blinked - you must have misheard him, because your pounding blood in your ears.

"W– what?" You stuttered out, in disbelief.

"You were such a good girl until now," he continued, pressing light circles into your knees. "I want to see how well behaved you can be for a little while."

"Sa…Salim! No, I was so fucking close, why did you need to–" Before you could finish your opposition, Salim pressed two fingers into your hot slit. The sudden coldness shot a sharp pain through your core, up through your heart, straight to your brain.

You yelped, pushing yourself up to your elbows, legs twitching around the man's hips.

Salim didn't wait a beat, until you could get used to the feeling; his fingers immediately started to curl up, pushing them as deep as he could just to pull them back to the edge, repeating the motion with a firm rhythm.

Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes, your head spinning, as you fall back to the couch with a ragged moan.

"Fuck, Salim" You grunted, breathless throwing your head to the side.

You couldn't open your eyes, your brows furrowed deeply and your mouth could only open and shut, but words stuck in your chest.

"I wonder what would be the best for you, Habibi." He rasped, pressing his thumb to your bud, massaging it with short circles. "Should you come on my finger? On my tongue? Or my cock, inside of you?"

There were no coherent thoughts left in your mind, only the delicious burning of his fingers, the knot in your core that formed again, ready to snap at any moment.

"Hmm? I don't hear you." Salim clicked his tongue, when you didn't respond to him, only moaning and bucking your hips into his hands without mind to anything else.

Right when he reached that sweet spongy spot, that had you screaming- as he nudged it with the tip of his finger, Salim drew back again, pulling out his fingers from your heat fully.

At this point you couldn't bear it more, the bottled up tension and frustration wore out you to the point that when you called out his name again, you were sobbing.

"Please Salim, please." You whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Yes my love. I'm right here." His voice sounded so soft, so gentle and caring, as he pushed himself up to your face, warm palms cradling your cheeks, thumbs coming to wipe away the flow of tears.

"Let me… let me cum Salim, please." You pouted as he studied your features with adoration.

You were angry at him, how could he look so innocent and timid when he made you suffer for so long. He wasn't the teasing type, not really, and you hated him for this at the moment, thought you know deep down, later this sweet torture will be a fond memory between the two of you.

"How bad do you want it, Hayati?" He cooed, grazing the back of his hands over your damped cheeks.

"I…" You swallowed, lungs desperately trying to inhale more oxygen. "Very bad. Please Salim – baby, love, let me cum. I can't take it anymore."

Chuckling, he leaned down to place a soft kiss over your mouth, you whined as you could taste yourself over his flush lips.

"Alright, alright. But you should know, I only do it because you asked me so nicely." And without any words he sat up on his heels between your legs, gently taking your shoulders as he turned your body, your bones and muscles jelly as he moved you.

You bit your lower lips as you comfortably placed your cheeks on one of the pillows, already knowing what Salim wants you to do – you raised up your ass, elbows coming to your shoulders to support you.

"You were such a good girl." He praised you as you heard his zippers behind yourself. " Very patient and obedient for me." A hand came to your shoulders, gently squeezing it, then Salim slid his hands down your back, stilling at your ass as he took them into his palm.

"You deserve your prize, sweet girl." Salim murmured, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your hips.

You cried out a soft whine as soon as you felt his cock parted your lips, sliding between them to gather your arousal.

Bending your back down and backwards you wiggled your ass to urge Salim a bit, your cunt already tingling with need.

When his tip nudged at your entrance your jaw opened for a silent moan, eyes fell shut, a deep furrow appearing between your brows when Salim finally pushed himself into your heat, filling you to the brim.

A moan torn out from both of you as your walls clenched around him, you could feel his curve, every vein as he pulled out until only the tip left inside, then drove back harsly, holding you firmly in his grasp.

"Fuck. You're so wet Hayati. So damn tight, you're drowning me." Salim panted, snapping his hips into you, picking up a ruthless pace.

Skin slapping on skin, the filthy wet sounds that his cock made every time he trusted back into your cunt. His thick length stretched you out so perfectly, maneuvering over the thin line of slight pain and pleasure, you felt your mind go blank, not a single thought came to your mind aside from Salim and the way he made you feel.

Your knees moved on their own, bouncing into his trusts mindlessly, you pushed you back further down to give him a wider, deeper access.

The delightful tingle in your belly grew with every thrust and when a deeper trust reached your cervix the knot snapped in you – flooding your body with pleasure, your mind went blank, muscles locking down as you pushed your face into the pillow, a loud moan rippling from your throat.

You felt Salim twitch not so long after, as he rode out his orgasm with a low grunt, bucking his hips three more times as he spilled himself over your walls.

As you were still shivered under his touch, Salim slowly eased out of you, gently bringing your hips down to the sofa, hands bracing on the backboard.

Without saying anything you pushed yourself onto your thighs, cradling your form as you calmed your breath.

"Did you enjoy it, love?" Salim broke the silence after some time, voice rough and breathy as he spoke, his palm came to caress your back up and down carefully.

You could only nod and humm in response, wiping your sweaty forehead into the fabric of the pillows. "Sorry I was so bossy and teasing, I don't know what have gotten int–"

"Shhh" You shushed him down, slowly sitting up to your heels, back pressing onto his sweaty chest. "Don't ruin the moment darling." You giggled faintly, looking back at him, your hand came to caress his nape.

It was a new side of him, you've never seen before, but you were sure it would be exciting to see it again soon.

[piosplayhouse]

jin guangyao is like a guy with a shady past trying to run for the local HOA elections and trying very hard to appear prim and proper and scrub traces of the bad stuff he did so he can rule the HOA and so he pretends to care abour grass length and shit. xue yang is a guy who does facebook livestreams with 2 viewers and they consist of him setting garbage cans on fire and going like and subscribe

One of the viewers is xiao xingcheng but since he's blind he just listens to it and is like oh he sounds like he's having fun ^^ and the other viewer is a qing in the other room recording it to send to the cops

[ultrabananapudding]

[HoA Ramble] - How to "correctly" Genderbend Jason Kolchek ?

A thought popped into my mind regarding what would make the most sense for Genderbend!Jason to act like and now I'm unable to decide which character arc I like better.

In the game, Jason starts off acting like the most stereotypical American dude on planet earth. Exhibit A: He doesn't like getting emotionally vulnerable.

With that in mind, wouldn't it make more sense for Genderbend!Jason to retain the stereotypical image of an American, but only this time with female values on the forefront, so they could start growing from such a narrow mindset ?

When I do Genderbend Jason, I always go for the "Tomboy" route as that would have her retain Jason's canon brash personality and we get the same banter as we would do between the different characters in game, regardless of gender.

This is more of a ramble and maybe this kind of differentiation only makes sense to me, but now I'm wondering whether it is better to keep the character arc the same while Genderbending a character, or if it makes more sense to just keep them with the exact same personality traits they have from the game because ultimately they are the same character.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Alfie: Patricia and Eddie always argue so much, why is that?

Mara: Well, it’s a simple chemical reaction. You see, when two people like each other very much—

Alfie: Whoa, whoa, whoa. They like each other?!

Mara: Well, I think so!

Alfie: Well, don’t you think we should tell them?

Mara: Oh, Alfie, they’d never believe us.

[hauntedcheesecakewizard]

Zain Othman House of Ashes AU

I got inspired to write this short drabble by @ywix and their Zain AU.

The five were running from a hoard of vampires that were screeching and screaming as they closed in.

Zain was panting heavily as he dashed close behind, but a vampire cut him off.

"[Nononono!]" Zain yells in his native tongue as he dashes the other way, trying to avoid the alien creatures.

The other four finally make it to safety, but Jason scans for the young boy. His heart drops as he relizes that Zain is gone.

"Where the fuck is Zain?" Jason whispers to himself, looking out to the rubble and caves for any sign of the young soldier.

"Zain! Come in, buddy. Can you hear me?" Jason asks into his mic.

"Jason... they're everywhere... I can't get out..." Zain whispers, looking around from his cover. Zain can feel his blood pumping and sweat dripping from his entire body.

Silence falls over the mic, causing Zain to tear up. "Jason... fuck, I'm scared... I don't want to die..." he says quietly, his voice wavering as tears fall onto the ground he's laying on.

"And you won't. You're one of us now, and marines don't leave their own behind."

"Jason... if I don't make it out... tell my dad, I'm so sorry..." Zain says with a broken voice. "I'm sorry for fighting with him. For not getting into university. I'm sorry for stealing... I'm sorry for being such an awful son!" Zain sobs, his face now soaked in tears.

"Zain. Listen to me. You are not dying here, you hear me?" Jason says sternly. "When we get outta here, we'll buy you a big ass birthday cake, okay?"

Zain nods and sniffles. "Yeah... yeah, okay."

"I'm coming, kid. We're getting you home."

[house-of-secrets]

The Candy Foundation

All Hallows Eve was one of Joy's favorite holidays. She loved being able to dress up and pretend for that night to be anyone but herself. Especially given her recent worries, Joy was more than ready to throw on a costume, dance till her feet hurt and drink till the sun came up. This plan was not recommended given that the students still had classes first thing Wednesday morning, Joy thought this to be a special torture designed by the professors to get back at the students. The impending 'torture' aside, Joy happily donned the last of her eye liner and admired herself in the full length mirror. Damn she looked good!

After the success of last year's All Hallows Eve Ball / Exhibition Opening Party, Mr. Sweet had allowed an all school costume party. Quadruple-checking that her wig was secure, Joy stepped out onto the landing to go join her friends.

* Scent of Lavender * Scent of Lavender *

The Anubis residents had all agreed to gather in the sitting room to take pictures before walking over to the party. Joy was one of the last people done so she got to take in all of the different fun costumes. Mara was rocking her solar system dress and star themed makeup, she wore a silver sash bearing the words "Miss Universe" to tie the outfit together. Lili and Jerome were taking silly pictures in their Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf outfits. Nina and Fabian were dramatically posing on the couch as Vera snapped a photo of their Gomez and Morticia Adams costumes.

"Announcing the one and only Alice in Wonderland!" declared Alfie strutting into the room in a black suit with shades and an earpiece. Behind him followed Amber in a gorgeous blue silk dress, adorable white apron with a pretty bow. The couple made their way over to Mick who was dressed as Prince Thor. Patricia and Eddie, who were dressed as a witch and Captain America, then entered the sitting room and squealed over Joy's outfit. Joy happily showed off her look, exclaiming how happy she was to have so many pockets.

The clearing of a throat and chuckle of "Well it looks like we match" had Joy turning around to see K.T. and then made her mind short circuit. Her friend was absolutely gorgeous. K.T. was rocking a green and black bodysuit with fabulous makeup.

"Haha," laughed Joy, once her brain came back online. "You're right! Kim Possible and Shego, what a perfect pair we make".

"We absolutely have to get some awesome action shots together tonight" declared K.T.

Luckily Vera saved Joy from having to come up with a suitable response by ordering everyone to gather together for a group photo. After five minutes of fake smiles and scuffles Vera came away with an acceptable photo.

Patricia slipped her hand into Joy's, "You ready to Party J-bird?"

"You bet!" cheered Joy as she twirled the sassy witch twice, before following her friends out the door.

* Scent of Lavender * Scent of Lavender *

The All Hallows Eve party was a roaring success. The set up team had done a fabulous job transforming the Physical Education Barn into a fun party space. The design team had chosen to have both large barn doors open allowing the party to spread out to the surrounding areas. Tessa Jones, one of the three student representatives, had been in charge of planning and had made sure to clear off the second landing which encircled the perimeter allowing the space to keep an open air feel. The food and drinks would be located on the balcony, leaving the ground floor for dancing and a couple tables for socializing.

Joy enjoyed her time dancing with her classmates and celebrating one of her favorite holidays of the year. She found that she spent most of her time dancing with K.T. in particular. Ever since Joy had gotten over the fact that the girl was related to Nina, she could see that she was whip smart and had a delightfully wicked sense of humor. Joy had never thought that she would have not one, but two close American friends. Yet, here she was with two of the four people on this earth who she would die for being goofy Americans.

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