#hotspot pt.2

[irisdonwinx]

The winx club twitter au pt.6

Rivusa content :D i love riven even though he's messed up, he's trying his best :(

(riven haters please don't come at me)

(also, except return to me, I made up all those lyrics hehe)

(also pt.2, the PJ party is at Flora's place, i like to think Flora's house would be the hotspot for winx indoor hangouts and sleepovers and stuff because flora loves to host :D)

Masterlist

[machveil]

Collective Writings - 18+, mdni

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there are definitely no sexual things here… but if there were, this would be the page for them (wink)!👙✨ fics are 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

(18+, mdni) Johnny wants to use your hotspot - fic

(18+, mdni) Monster!König x M!Reader - Getting Handsy… Tentacly? - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you Pt 2 - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

(18+, mdni) Boyfriend!König is comfortable touching you - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) König with a thirsty Reader - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) you play a song for Johnny - TikTok, fluff blurb, nsfw link

(18+, mdni) Loser!König being nervous and weepy - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Johnny likes taking photos with you - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König miscellaneous thoughts, teasing him throughout the day - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Retired!Price takes up gardening - headcanon, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König trying to learn - blurb

(18+, mdni) König sharing treats with you - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Loser!Ghost being nervous around you - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) dating Loser!König - talking for him/him talking/sleepy morning - headcanon, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley is a patient man - headcanon, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König x Loser!Reader - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König and Loser!Ghost with bound wrists - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Loser!König accidentally edging you - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Loser!König accidentally edging you again - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Loser!König and sleepy sex - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Loser!Simon Riley x Short!Reader - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!Simon Riley x Short!Reader - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon x Reader x OralFixated!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!Johnny - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Johnny steals Simon’s balaclava - blurb, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Price’s shaved beard - blurb, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) GuardDog!Simon Riley punishing Puppy!Reader - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) GuardDog!Simon Riley play wrestling with Puppy!Reader - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut (18+, mdni) GuardDog!Simon Riley, Mutt!Johnny + Hound!Price - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) König’s shirts - blurb, fluff, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!Ghost x Short!Reader size training - headcanon, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) König thinks about you - headcanon, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) König x Sleepy!Reader - headcanon, nsfw under the cut

(18+, mdni) König’s thoughts on pubic hair - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Husband!Simon Riley shadow boxing - blurb

(18+, mdni) Loser!König can’t make it fit - blurb

(18+, mdni) overstimulating Loser!König - headcanon

(18+, mdni) König stages a break in - blurb

(18+, mdni) König’s miniature model - blurb

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3

[junos-jrabbles]

small angry man gone!

authors note, i'm not looking for gifs on this ASS wifi ever again, so don't expect pizazz from my laptop posts... (note!! i figured out how to do a hotspot, no more fiddly wire! yahoo!) continuation to this because i waaaas going to do another prompt, but i wanted to write the average autistic shopping experience (real) anyway goodnight guys!! :) enjoy the boring read i promise ill write something fun eventually, maybe something spicyHAHA Traffic Lights pt.2, Sniper/reader, 1.2k words (again!)

“Milk, eggs, lasagna sheets–” A soft snicker sounds off next to you, and you shoot a sidelong glare in it's direction. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not gonna feed you in a minute.” That shut him up quickly, and Sniper proceeded to turn tail and head down the liquor aisle of the gas station you had had to stop at. It wasn’t exactly your choice to stop here, quite the contrary, after your little bump in the road, (and a new felony charge to add to Sniper’s repertoire, you probably counting as an accomplice) the camper had run fine, and you had about a half hour left to get to the shop, but well, it didn’t quite go to plan.

Five minutes in, the engine had began to splutter and backfire, displeasing Sniper, and meaning you had to pull into the nearest gas station. Should be good enough, you hope. Doing the weekly shop in a gas station wasn’t ideal, so you’d have to make do with getting the bare essentials for dinner, and pray someone would be willing to go out tomorrow, probably Engineer. A minute or two of searching, and you’ve found most of what you needed, almost cocking up and dropping the eggs, but you managed to steady them, teetering in the crook of your elbow. Sniper, of course, had wandered off with the basket, when he’d made it look like he’d stick around, now you’ll have to go find him. Which you will, in a minute. Maybe. These chocolates look nice. Another minute or two and you’ve got some chocolate buttons stuffed in your pocket, and you’re trotting away, a slight, pleased smile on your face as you find Sniper, who is standing, hands on his hips, staring at a bottle of hennesy the size of your heads, combined.

“I’m not paying for that.” You say, interrupting his longing stare off with the ornate bottle, and he turns, tutting and holding the basket out to you.

“Neither am I, mate. You think those cameras are on?” He asks, a playful lilt to his voice as he plucks the chocolates from your pocket and drops them into the basket atop the rest of the things. You roll your eyes, you hadn’t been planning on stealing them.

“Needed a hand free, someone fucked off with the basket, yeah?” You wipe your hands off on your pants and take the basket from him, looking around the aisle. It’s a pretty roomy gas station, in your opinion, long, wide aisles, seeming much bigger inside, than it did outside. The shelves were pretty stocked too. You walk slowly down the aisle, looking over all the labels, different liqueurs from different countries, labelled in differing languages.

“Tav- Demo would love this.” You laugh, correcting yourself swiftly, sensing Sniper looming behind you. You glance back, and he’s not looking anywhere near you, eyes absolutely pinned onto the booze.

“Shrink a little, stretch, there’s some good stuff on the lower shelves.” With that, he’s got his hands planted on his knees, glaring at the bottom shelves in peaceful silence, asides from the occasional ooh and ah. You chortle at his antics and wander off, jostling the basket in front of you to squeeze past a few narrow points, managing to find a good jar or three of pasta sauce, and lasagna sheets, huzzah!

Quest complete, and, if your morals were any further down the drain, you’d’ve darted out of the back door you’d now settled next to, staring into the ice cream freezer to it’s side. Alas, you weren’t made for thievery. Judging by the clink, and new weight of a bottle being slid sneakily into your basket, neither was Sniper.

“I said I’m not paying for it, carry it yourself Mick.” You huff warningly as you turn, looking down at the basket first, then up to the stupid fucking puppy dog eyes staring back at you. Staring. Absolutely staring, he’s not saying a word, but he’s pulling his wallet, Australian flag adorned and all, from his pocket and giving you a tenner. You can’t seem to stop yourself from shoving it back into his hand, trying to ignore the sly smirk that sweeps onto his face.

“Stop, alright, don’t look at me like that, you strange man.” He's smiling, you're trying not to.

“‘M not a strange man, I'd be buying you a drink if that were the case. I'm a very normal man, I'd say.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

“A very normal man, with a hankering for a very normal amount of booze, yeah?” You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you jostle the baskets handle into being comfortable in your hand, he nods, and steps to the side, allowing you past with a cordial wave of his hand.

“A very normal amount.” He affirms, snaggletooth poking out from his meek smile. He follows behind you as you walk away from the back of the store, heading towards the front counters, silently scanning over every item in the basket to make sure nothing was forgotten. He didn't want to drive back up here again, and deal with more wankers on the roads.

He'd probably still have to deal with them on the way back, sadly, that he knew, but it shouldn't be too bad, it was coming up to seven at night now, after all. He picks at the old, bloomed purple line that stripes across his thumb as you make small talk with the cashier. He's eyeing the scratchies, and he can see you eyeing the cigs on the back wall.

Swiftly, as the cashier scans the items, he's grabbed a bag off the front rack and started bagging your goodies, making sure not to put the heavy stuff on top of the soft, or crumbly stuff. Like dominoes, he thinks.

The cashier asks if you've got anything on the pumps, and Sniper pat's his pockets, checking for his keys.

“No, no, erh– should be fine without, yeah?” You look back at him, and he nods, takes the two bags he's packed, and stands there idly as you pay. The fluorescents were getting to him, the dag of a man. He shifts on his feet, weight unable to settle on one leg or the other until you're stepping around the counter, and out the door, he follows suit eagerly.

The outside air is pleasantly cold, not too much so, but you can still see the slight puffed presence of your breath linger in front of you before dissipating. You take a deep breath, and turn back, grabbing one of the bags from Sniper.

“Thaaaank you!” You chirp, slowing your swift pace to walk at his side, back to the camper. “I'll sit with the bags at my feet, I don't want them rolling about in the back.” He chuckles softly and passes you the other bag once you reach the camper, fumbling for a moment to find his key, and unlock it.

In a moments notice, you're in the camper, feet squished by the hefty bags as you're clipping yourself into the seat, adjusting the seatbelt to be comfortable.

“Got everything?” The camper rattles as he shuts his side door after him, clipping in too, rolling his window right the way down. He waits for your approval before sticking his head out the window to check behind himself, then peels out of the spot he'd parked in. “And we're off, back to base, roo!” He caws cheerfully, dialling the radio up nice and loud, Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin on full blast of course. the end, thank u for the love <3 just imagine ye get back to base and cook a bomb ass lasagna aye

[nova--spark]

Sparkling Forging and Other Methods

Or also known as Nova's HC For Sparkling Pt. 2:

There are a handful of methods and ways by which Sparklings are born, according to no one's research except my own HCs :D

Most common is the Forged Spark, born of the Well and Hotspots, and is the most common method by which Sparklings are born. These sparklings are born from the AllSpark, and will be entirely unique. However, they may exhibit traits of already existing Cybertronians. The AllSpark does not create without reason. A forged sparkling is born, when it is the right time, and they will resemble in some way, their future caregivers. Both parties will feel a pull, a call to one another, and when they find each other, that bond is nigh unbreakable, none may interfere with it.

Molded Sparklings, are born from a union of Sparks. This is generally done, when the couple which to have a Sparkling who is part of them, Spark of their Spark. Done in a special facility, the couple will unite Sparks, and if successful, a 3rd minute spark will be created from portions of theirs. From there, this Spark will be placed within a pool of metal, from which, with time and patience, the little one will be formed, hence the name of 'molded'

Constructed or Cloned Sparks as they are more commonly known, was a method that became more common during the Great War. Sparks were spliced, sometimes with those of others, sometimes just by themselves, to create multiples of particular frames. Since the Great Wars end, legislation has been passed in the attempt to ban this practice, which has been difficult, if only because of the matter of the Predacons, as many unfinished clones were left behind by Shockwave.

[heliopauseentertainments]

What I remember your writing by? Well there's a let-me-count-the-ways question if ever there was one; this will be in no way exhaustive!

The way OP and M view their first meeting so differently in Painful Recollection (and how it drives their relationship, and their responses, and the eventual denouement) lives in my head as a salutary reminder, because it so accurately describes something that really matters in my professional sphere and is very easy to forget, and it gives it such emotional impact.

The way you tie in Jewish cultural and religious elements is something I actively look for and respond to now, and I have the mental image of M catching stones mid-battle to take the right ones back to OP's memorial in An Unfamiliar Battlefield in my head a lot.

The "wedding" music as described in Relentless Optimism I can almost - almost - hear, to the point that I need to get the keyboard down from the attic and doodle up a basis that I can throw at someone who actually composes and make it real.

The hotspot revival scene in Reforged, because it is so very much about trust.

A Sea's Breeze and Free of Charge and A Thousand Years and Koffee Kwest (especially pt 2) as things that I know will make me a bit cheerier on rough days, in the way that I know particular comfort foods.

And in general how your stuff fits together to make a wider argument about trust and making the world better in small ways and building genuine long-term relationships - I'm not expressing that very well, but I often think of it.

When I first read this, my brain stopped for a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of and magnitude of the compliment. I'm not even sure how to respond to this after physically turning into a pile of toasty warm sweaters, made with love, fresh from the dryer from how this ask made me feel.

Thank you so much!

[klowncoreperson]

Masterpost (pt. 2)

Decided to make a part 2 for some of our supporting characters of 5 minutes to midnight,,, (even though there’s only like 3)

Characters (images of them will be in order of the list):

Name: Ken Takakura “Okarun”

Age: 15-16

Summary: A guy who was very much a loner in the past and was bullied for being someone that believed in aliens. He didn’t believe in spirits after he was dared to go into a dark tunnel considered to be a paranormal hotspot and was cursed by the Turbo Granny, gaining her powers. He uses the powers for good, to defeat evil spirits and aliens.

Name: Momo Ayase

Age: 15-16

Summary: She was born into a setting where her grandmother was a spirit medium. She believes in spirits but didn’t believe in aliens until she was abducted by them. She awakens her psychic powers during this time. She and Okarun meet Winnie after landing in his home. Okarun knows something is suspicious, and whenever Momo is around Winnie, she can’t help but feel something spiritual around him…

Name: Eri

Age: 7

Summary: The third youngest, however she would be considered as the first due to her age. She has the power to rewind, however she rarely uses it after the passing of her father. She meets Winnie the day of his birthday and becomes an ally. She’s unaware of what happened to him, and hasn’t found out yet.

[st-el-la-luna]

El's WIPs (Wow I Procrastinate) (Works in Progress)

Find below the estimated order of release for my WIPs as well as some simple summaries. Please note that I make no guarantees that I will follow this order of release, but I will try.

1. Only Love Can Set You Free (So Could the Key, but You Ate That): Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

When your friend had invited you to stay with them in Las Almas, Mexico, you were excited. Sure, Las Almas is known to be a cartel hotspot but so long as you keep your nose clean you should be fine. You are not fine. With armed mercenaries shooting their way through the city you find the one person who could maybe help you. Unfortunately for you, he seems to be on a mission of his own. But you can't risk him leaving you behind. And those handcuffs on his belt are right there... tags: gn!reader, meet ugly, handcuffed together, comedy, action, violence, gore, multi-chapter fic, eventual feelings

2. Pros and Cons: Nerd König x Cosplayer!Reader

When König got the notification from one of his favourite cosplayers twitter he nearly had a heart attack in excitement. They were going to a Con in Germany? König is close to Germany. He... He could meet you! He's your biggest fan! And... And you have no idea he exists... tags: gn!reader, cosplayer!reader, fan!König, angst (due to anxiety), meet cute, shy awkward nerds being shy awkward nerds, meet cute, fanboy/girling, infodumping, fluf

3. Darling You Could Serve Me Cyanide and I'd Drink It With A Smile: Philip Graves x Reader

Graves usually doesn't pay attention to bartenders. On occasion he has been known to take one home for a spot of fun. Until he sees you, the new bartender at the bar near the Shadow Company base, threatening to rip out a rowdy patron's throat. tags: gn!reader, drinking/smoking/drugs, men being gross to women(not Graves), bartender!reader, anger issues!reader, Graves is whipped, reader doesn't really give a shit

4. Syrupy Sweet: Nasty Baker! Soap x Reader (pt. 2) NSFW 18+

Since you and Soap first met, you've become a regular at the cafe. Easily the highlight of his day... Or the second best. Jacking off to the thought of you is the best part of his day. And he does it a lot. Hmm? You heard him say something? Don't worry about it, he's just thinking aloud. But, hey, if you've got a couple minutes he has a new recipe he's been trying out... Just let him get them from the back room. tags: gn!reader, non-con/dub-con cum eating, male masturbation, obsessive behaviour, cyberstalking, actual stalking, psychological manipulation, dirty thoughts, fantasizing, lust at first sight, disgusting!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish Part One

5. Cuddling with Task Force 141: Individual + Poly!141 x Reader

In a career so embroiled in death and violence, with high stakes and constant adrenaline, it's nice to have a chance to relax. And what better way to do that then by snuggling up with your favourite teammates? tags: gn!reader, fluff, soft boy hours, as the title describes

6. Airplane!: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Kyle didn't used to be afraid of heights or airplanes, but after a recent event he finds the idea nauseating. Unfortunately, he has no choice. Even more unfortunate, he's stuck in the window seat. At least the person sitting beside him looks nice enough... What is that they're watching? Final Destination? He's never heard of it. Sure he'll take an earbud, anything to distract himself from thinking about falling out of the plane. tags: gn!reader, meet cute turns meet ugly, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is understandably scared of heights, comedy

7. I Am Gonna Make It Through This Year If It Kills Me: Childhood Best Friend! Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

It's not often that Ghost lets himself be dragged out by his teammates to celebrate a successful mission. But he couldn't be happier he agreed this time around. Not when the live singer in this dump of a bar looks so familiar; it's you. His best friend from childhood, who had told him once, as you both sat in the back of a bar you were too young to be in, pretending that your home lives weren't more hellish than the ninth ring, that you would be a musician one day. And that you would make enough to take Simon away from it all. His best friend from childhood who thinks he's dead. tags: gn!reader, childhood friendships, reminiscing/nostalgia, angst, fluff, reader and Simon both have bad home lives, Simon escaped, reader didn't, drinking, bars, music/singing (not a song fic but bits of songs will be quoted here and there), angry at the world!reader, Everything Stays by Rebecca Sugar core

8. Draw Me Like Your Art Teacher Says You Have To: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Art Class Model! Reader

Soap decides to take Ghost's suggestion to heart. After all, LT wouldn't give out advice or compliments if he didn't believe his words to be true. So, with a couple months of leave ahead of him, Soap enrolls in an art class. It goes smoothly at first. Almost boring. Until the class moves on to anatomy studies. He's expecting an old woman or man, easily past their prime to stroll in. Instead, he has his breath stolen away by the most stunning person he's ever seen in his life. And they're about to get very naked. tags: afab!gn!reader, meet cute, fluff, humour, nudity, slight pervy!Soap, crushing, jealousy

9. It's Not Enough: John Price x Reader (pt. 2) NFSW 18+

With both his hands in casts for the foreseeable future, your Captain has been calling on you for help with a number of mundane tasks. You didn't expect him to ask you to help with this... Not that you're complaining. How could you pass up on making a grown man cry? tags: afab!reader, pure smut, pwp, sub!Price, mommy kink, begging, orgasm denial, desperation, dacryphilia, dry humping, pillow fucking, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, handjobs, blowjobs, anal fingering Part One

10. 1fur1 Thots: Task Force 141 + König x Reader

My many, many thoughts on @charliemwrites 1fur1 AU tags: gn!reader, inspired thots, wolf shifter/werewolf Task Force 141 and König, fluff, found family, naive!reader, deceit, maybe angst, maybe smut, monster fucking (?), they're dogs (affectionate), they're dogs (derogatory)

[ambustested]

WIP Tag

Tagged by @bairdcrevan

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask/comment with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Forgotten Promise- Megatron//Starscream

Royalty AU- Starscream//Megatron bg Optimus//Elita

Weekend at Starscream's- Continuation of Detestibly Departed, more Starscream//Megatron oriented

Separate Ways- Skyfire//Starscream

Blizzard- Skyfire//Starscream

Vocalizer- Megatron//Starscream

TC and Star- Thundercracker//Starscream

emp- Trine

Skywarp- Skywarp&Starscream

99 Problems- 99 problems sequel

Skystar swap- Starscream//Skyfire

More Starscream in Disguise- Trinefire

Sky and Bee- Skyfire&Bumblebee background Skyfire//Starscream

heat- Megatron//Starscream

Starscream in Disguise- Megatron//Starscream + Trine

Crossfaction Camraderie- Prowl&Starscream

Rescued- Megatron//Starscream

Megastar NSFW- Megatron//Starscream

Pharma caught- Canon divergence, delphi centric

Sixteen Tons- 3rd chapter of 'Sixteen Tons'

Campy Vampy- Megatron//Starscream

Some Skystar Shit- Skyfire//Starscream

Defector ch 4- 4th chapter of 'Defective Defector'

hotspot- various scenes for 'Starscream and Skyfire Make a Baby(Nonsexual)'

Slowburn terribleness- 4th chapter of 'Defective Defector'

TAAO- Canon divergence au

Skystar shitpost- Skyfire//Starscream

Sounding- Skyfire//Starscream

Defective sparkling- Megatron//Starscream

99 problems and all of them are starscream- Megatron//Starscream

Swindle stuff- Something on the cutting room floor saved for later

Starjack- Starscream//Wheeljack

Skystar halloween- Skyfire//Starscream

Post War ch 4- 4th ch of 'One who laughs last'

Sucks 2 suck ch2- self explanatory

Lost light- Windblade//Starscream//Bumblebee

thunderrod- Thunderclash//Rodimus

askew ch 2- self explanatory

gestalt amb angst fic- protector bots centric

nano prewrite- delphi centric canon divergence

Trine2- Intro to wined and trined pt 2

Aidbulon- Ambulon//First Aid

Welp- Notes for next ch of 'One who laughs last'

Caustic- Windblade//Starscream

Stress response- Tarn//Pharma

Still feel- No ship, Starscream centric

I'm bad with fandom friends, esp tumblr facing ones! If you see this and want to do it, please do :) and feel free to tag me

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - JULY 7, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist Sunday July 7th 2024 Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Dutty Dancing (Dr. Jay Plate) - Hypa 4000 Ting Go Nice Again (TW Edit) - Wetty Beatz Crocodile - Problem Child Jab Story - Slatta Hurricane - Red Scorpion Hurricane - Skinny Fabulous x Lyrikal Tornado (Riddim Master Road Intro) - Ricardo Drue Chopping The Line - Jab King I Am Grenadian (Clean) - Muddy x Squeeze Head x Brain Not From Here - Lavaman x Travis World Addicted - Jab King x Travis World Hotspot - Lyrikal x Travis World The Feeling - Runi J x Travis World Jab Man - Slatta x Travis World Explore (Radio) - V'ghn x Travis World Jab Jab Festival - Pumpa x Travis World Stagga Dance - Lil Natty & Thunda x Muddy Energy Killers - Kerwin DuBois Smooth Ride - Farmer Nappy Best Ride - Coopa Dan x Dj Spider When Last (BD Certified Anthem Edit) - GBM Nutron x Jus Jay Junction - Coutain x Tano Tack Back - Kes x Tano A Little Jam - Problem Child Cyah Hear Yuh - Patrice Roberts Cyah Hear Yuh (Dr. Jay Plate) - Patrice Roberts BYE x2 - Saddis x Jus Jay Bare Good Vibes - Shal Marshall Happy Place - Lyrikal Happy Song - College Boy Jesse Birthday Bashment Freestyle - Lil Rick Ba Ba Ben (Wine & Bend Pt 2) - DJ Cheem Gimme Ah Bligh - Iwer George Water - Iwer George In The Water - Suhrawh x Chow Minister All Posse - Roses Crew feat. Fireman Hooper

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source Top Songs in SVG on Apple Music

7. Start - Dat-C DQ x Skinny Fabulous 6. Slip In - Geo 5. Like Never Before - Problem Child 4. Next # In Line - Added Rankin 3. Blessed - Kennie Montana 2. BOTS (Battle Of The Sexes) - Problem Child 1. Carnival Jumbie - Problem Child

Starta Pack - Tionne Hernandez Pampalam - Faith Callender Safe Space - Rae x Fryktion Anxiety - Patrice Roberts Best Self - Nailah Blackman x Lyrikal Shake The Place - Machel Montano x Destra Heaven - Nadia Batson x Kees My Land - Kes The Band x Nadia Batson In the Meantime - Alison Hinds Mash It Up - Burning Flames feat. Onika Bostic Expose (Precision Road Mix) - El-A-Kru feat. Tizzy DJ Needle - Horizon feat Candy Hoyte Jammers - TC De River - Blue Ventures feat Sanell Dempster Let IT Rain (Riddim Master Edit) - Empress x Soca Villain x Psycho Pulourie Doubles - Rikki Jai Disk La Reye - Ban Biyo Zouk La Se Sel Medikaman - Kassav Sexy Chocolate Girls (Remix) - Farm P x Kerwin Du Bois

PAN MOMENTS DNA - BP Renegades

TANTY TUNES Calypso Music - Charlie's Roots feat. David Rudder

Soul Of Calypso - Machel Montano Bruk Time - Grabba Bend - Nessa Preppy The A List - Pumpa Stick On - Lyrikal How Ah Livin - Farmer Nappy Where I Am - Freetown Collective Like Ah Boss (Ryan Sayeed's Typical Intro) - Machel Montano Anything - Buffy Put Your Hand On You Head (And Wine) - Sound Revolution feat. Derrick Seales Dis Is How - Crazy Blow Way - Kindred Rollin' - Homefront Famalay (Scratch Master Road Mix) - Machel Montano x Skinny Fabulous x Bunji Garlin Jumbo Jet - Bunji Garlin Party Bad - Mr. Legz x Mr. Killa Rum Sweet - Problem Child Weh Yuh Want (Soca Baby) (Clean) - Prezzi Don Welcome Back - Imani Ray

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION Delilah (Clean) - Ka$h

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB Cut Me Loose - Kes x Travis World

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[addaxus]

New Fortune My Ass! Pt. 2

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After browsing through the general store, Clarence placed his selection of assorted items on the counter. The widowed store owner processed the goods and gave him the total amount with a quiet look about her. Stuff in Nuevo Fortuna tended to be cheap, as low prices were the only thing that kept the place going—Twas an unfortunate necessity. Folks who settled here had expected the railroad to go through their town, making it a hotspot for travelers and tourists. Since the railroad went straight past the place, all they got were less than desirable clientele, mostly drifters and lowlives.

Clarence had learned a valuable lesson: Don't bank your prosperity on something that ain't guaranteed, like rumors of a railroad making your place of business a booming enterprise. Broken promises were a common occurrence apparently, especially to yourself.

The widowed store owner looked up at him as she finished bagging his items, “So how has that runt of yours been?”

Clarence chuckled to himself lowly and looked up at the ceiling then back to his feet, “He ain't no runt, ma'am. He's been doing quite well, actually. Quick-learner, too.”

The kid had been doing surprisingly well these last few weeks. He kept to himself and stayed quiet most of the time. Just focused on serving the food and drinks, cleaning up after folks, and helping get everything ready the next day. Clarence had made a point to tell him that the best he can do to avoid any trouble is keep interactions to a minimum while handing customers what they wanted and taking their cash.

You'd be amazed how little it takes to provoke some drunken fool into a fistfight. Or worse... A shootout.

She gathers his bags together and pushes them his way on the counter.

“Reckon he wouldn't have lasted this long had he not picked up on how things work around here. Lord knows what lawless, rundown hole that Mexican crawled out of from across the border.”

Clarence didn't verbally respond. He simply nodded his head, grabbed his items, and walked out the door. Once outside he simply sighed and looked up at the stars. It was too late for him to be up these days, old bones and all. He had instructed Bruno to start closing up after taking care of two regulars, Mucci and Campbell, who strode in demanding drinks and food...

“AAAHHH!”

’...SHIT!’

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Fearing for the worst, Clarence dropped his goods and sprinted towards the saloon. He burst in, pushing through the swinging doors to see part of the saloon was trashed. Tables and chairs were flipped over like a bull had come in stampeding his way through. Bruno was lying a corner looking beaten all to hell, trembling like a scared puppy. One of the Cowboys, Mucci, stood a good distance away from him. The other, Campbell, had a steak knife sticking out of his gut.

Mucci screamed down at him, bracing his feet and closing both fists in a fit of rage, “You goddamn runt!”

The cowboy haphazardly ripped the knife out of his companion and went for the boy. Out of reflex, Clarence took out his Remington Model 1858 and fired, disarming the thug. Holding his hand in pain, Mucci turned to face his assailant only for his notorious temper to be replaced with indignation and fear.

Mucci shouted back at him with a snarl, “The hell was that for, old man?! You siding with this thieving rat! Look what he did to Campbell!” He pointed down at the poor bastard.

Campbell choked on his own air, crying out with delusion, “Oh god, Mucci... I'm dying... Mama... Help me, Mama...”

Son of a bitch! Bruno must have gotten Campbell real bad with that knife—in a spot that was more fatal than he realized. Mucci ripping it out probably did a lot worse, though. There weren't no doctors in or near Nuevo Fortuna either, just snake oil piss peddlers. The cowboy’s fate was pretty much sealed.

Clarence gained the voice to speak out and question the scene, “What happened, boy?”

“Are you blind?! You can see what happened! This runt stuck Campbell like a pig after trying to take my mon— Click!

Having the hammer on a Remington cocked back with the barrel pointed in his direction shut Mucci up as fast as a cat could get his tongue.

Clarence didn’t drop his gaze and grumbled, “I wasn't asking you.”

Realizing who the old man meant, Bruno whimpered in the corner all curled in on himself, his arms raised in a vain attempt to shield himself. Kid probably expected the worse. With a sigh, Clarence asked again...

“I want to hear your side of things, Bruno. Now.”

Hearing this, the kid shakily stood up from his spot, nervously tugging on his odd hooded poncho, trying to make himself look smaller.

“I... I was just doing like you said, Clarence. I gave them their drinks and roast beef... Senor Mucci here left his money on the table... I thought it was pay for the food...”

Clarence didn't need to hear the rest. His sharp-mind pieced it all together. Mucci had a habit of leaving a wad of cash on the table... Only to plop down coins individually on the table with which he intended to pay for his order. Seemed like a bunch of gloating in his book. Bruno hadn't known about this admittedly irritating habit of Mucci's. Moment the kid grabbed the money, Mucci lost his temper and beat the hell out of him. Campbell joined in on the beating cause he's a follower who didn't pick the best of company.

Campbell was fading fast, eyes fluttering blankly, “I'm thirsty, Mama... I'm so thirsty...”

Them words were the cowboy's last. His body fell limp on the floor, blood soaked right hand still clutching his punctured abdomen. An uncomfortable silence fell over them. Had he not been at the other end of a barrel, Mucci looked just about ready to tear Bruno apart again. The kid himself simply fell back into the corner, quietly sobbing to himself. Mucci glared at Clarence. The old man simply returned an even albeit somber gaze.

“Come back for Campbell in the morning. I'll have him loaded up in a wagon for ya. I'll pay to have him buried in the church cemetery. Ain't no need for things to get any worse.

Knowing he couldn't do nothing, Mucci took his leave. However, he stopped at the swinging doors, and glared over his shoulder at Clarence...

“Tomorrow I'm gonna bury my friend... And he won't be alone, neither.”

With his threat made, Mucci spat to the side, walked out, saddled up, and rode off.

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As he promised, Clarence loaded up Campbell's body on the town wagon and made arrangements with the local priest and undertaker. Both had been quite considerate given the late hour. Their consideration was undercut with a slight weariness upon being told the details.

After what felt like hours, Old LeRoy returned to the saloon, went upstairs, and found Bruno sucking down on a bottle of whiskey—Or rather, a half-empty bottle of whiskey…

“It weren't your fault, Bruno. Whole mess could have been avoided had I not left you alone with them. That Mucci has a nasty temper on him.”

Bruno looked on the brink of tears again, “I killed him, Clarence! L-L-Like M-M-Mucci said! S-S-Stuck h-him like a p-pig! That makes me a killer, don't it? Dios Mio...”

The boy took another long swig from the whiskey bottle, one hand carding through his hair several times. Clarence knew he unfortunately needed it if it calmed him to any extent. Kid was only fifteen and already took a life. In self-defense, sure, but no justification will ever make the feeling better. He, Clarence LeRoy, was damn well aware of that fact...

Clarence looked against the wall, then out the window.

“Killing's a hell of a thing, kid. You take everything they got... And you can't ever give it back. They'll stay with you no matter how much you don’t want them. Those bad things you feeling right now? They prove you ain't no damn cold-blooded killer. I can see it in them eyes.”

[naveenjangid1]

🔍 Decoding the Data: IPL 2025 Fantasy Points System Explained with Stats and Strategies

Fantasy cricket is no longer just about picking your favorite players. If you want to win consistently, you need to dive a little deeper into data, points systems, and smart strategies. Especially in IPL 2025, where small moves make a big difference in your fantasy ranking.

So today, let’s break down how the IPL 2025 fantasy points system works and how you can use it with simple stats and strategies to maximize your winnings.

To start, here's the full official guide from Vision11 that explains everything in detail: 👉 IPL 2025 Fantasy Points System Explained by Vision11

Now let’s make it easy to understand and apply!

📊 What Is the IPL 2025 Fantasy Points System?

In simple terms, fantasy points are awarded based on what players do during the real match. These points include:

Batting: Runs, boundaries, strike rate, milestones (30+, 50+, 100+)

Bowling: Wickets, dot balls, economy rate, 3 or 5-wicket hauls

Fielding: Catches, run-outs, stumpings

Captain/Vice-Captain: 2x or 1.5x points of the selected player

But it’s not just about picking players who score runs or take wickets. You need to pick the right players based on how the scoring system works.

📈 Stat-Based Example: Why Dot Balls Matter Now

Let’s say a bowler doesn’t take any wickets but bowls 12 dot balls (2 overs of no runs). ➡️ That’s 12 points! If he takes even 1 wicket, you’re looking at 37 points or more.

So, a bowler who bowls in the powerplay or death overs can get big points just by bowling tight.

🧠 Strategy 1: Pick Based on Roles, Not Just Names

Big names don’t always get you big points. For example:

A batter like MS Dhoni might come late in the innings and face only 5 balls.

A bowler like Kuldeep Yadav might not bowl full quota if the pitch doesn’t support spin.

Instead, pick based on roles:

Openers get more balls = higher run chances

Death bowlers = higher wicket and dot ball chances

Fielders at hotspots (point, slip, boundary) = higher catching potential

🔢 Strategy 2: Use Historical Stats

Let’s say Team A has a bad record chasing at a specific venue. Or Player X always performs well against Team Y.

Use match-up data to decide who to pick. There are tons of free cricket stat sites and apps you can use. Even social media previews can help.

Pro tip: Players with a good strike rate or economy rate are more consistent point earners than random “big-hitters.”

💡 Strategy 3: Use the Points System to Spot Hidden Gems

Here are a few types of players that are underrated but score well under the new points system:

All-rounders: They earn with both bat and ball. Even a 10-ball 20 + 1 wicket = 45+ points.

Wicketkeepers: Catch + stumping = 20 points even without scoring runs.

Economy bowlers: 4 overs, 16 runs, 1 wicket = around 45 points.

And remember, you don’t need a team full of superstars. You just need players who offer multiple ways to score points.

🛠️ Strategy 4: Captain and Vice-Captain Smartly

Picking the right Captain (2x points) and Vice-Captain (1.5x) is a game-changer.

Don’t blindly pick only famous players.

Pick someone who consistently performs and can contribute in multiple departments.

Example:

Ravindra Jadeja (bat, bowl, field) = triple scoring options

Hardik Pandya = batting + death bowling + fielding

Check if they’re in form, and if the pitch suits their skill set.

🧮 Real-Life Fantasy Outcome

Let’s say:

You picked Glenn Maxwell as Captain on a slow pitch.

He bowls 2 overs, takes a wicket (25 pts), hits 30 runs with 2 sixes (30 + 4 + 4), and takes a catch (8).

That’s nearly 71 points. As a captain = 142 points from one player. Now imagine if your Vice-Captain gets 90. That’s how top fantasy teams reach 800+ scores.

🧭 Final Thoughts: Play Smarter, Not Just Harder

The IPL 2025 fantasy points system is designed to reward smart decisions, not just popular choices. Use data, stats, and player roles to your advantage.

Instead of depending on luck:

Use pitch reports

Study team match-ups

Finalize teams after toss

Focus on consistent performers

And if you ever want to know exactly how points are calculated, the Vision11 official breakdown has it all: 👉 IPL 2025 Fantasy Points System Explained

With the right strategies and the updated points knowledge, you’re no longer guessing—you’re playing like a pro. Good luck and go win those Grand Leagues! 💪🏏

[rustboxstarr]

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[serena-moonlight-witch]

Imagine...IMAGINE... pt. 2

Potential dating hotspot with ykw:

Hogsmeade; imagine after you had a couple of butterbeers, (even though butterbeer isn’t an alcoholic beverage, but the placebo effect it has since it has beer in its name.) he softly kisses you and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Unfortunately it’s kinda hard to look for more ‘hidden’ spots but I’ll keep an eye out!

[thespineoftherighteous]

foxes as kids I've seen on my university campus, pt 2, spring semester. (part 1)

Kevin: kid who walked into class looking so done and the professor was like "you good?" and she went "it's been a long day." it was an 11 AM class

Andrew: this kid who got honked at (out of what I'm assuming was concern?) for quickly ducking under the train barriers as they were lowering to cross the tracks before the train passed by (this kid was actually me)

Nicky: some kid in the parking lot whose hotspot name was 'SWEET A$$'

Allison: (this was on the outskirts of campus and I don't think she was a student but) fucking queen who was in like five inch heels strutting across the crosswalk like it was a damn runway while talking to someone on speaker phone. and the light turned green when she was walking so i had to wait but i did not care because i was enthralled. also there was this like massive monster truck that also had to wait for her and that just really pulled the whole image together

Neil: this shuttle bus driver (the school hires student drivers?) who must have been one of the only kids who applied because my god. two minutes into the drive and i had made peace with never making it off that bus. after like ten minutes everyone else got off and it was just him and i and that's when he must've decided both our lives were disposable because he really threw caution to the mfing wind. every time he pulled a risky move or we went skidding or anything he'd glance at me in the review mirror and I'd just be like :) and he'd squint his eyes nervously. i don't even think Neil is that bad a driver but the energy was pure josten chaos

also Neil: this kid who was trying to get into her locked car using an assortment of writing utensils (I'm just now realizing i don't actually know that it was her car. could've been anyone's. all the more Josten) and looking very much like it wasn't her first time attempting to break into a vehicle

Matt: this dude wearing a shirt with a blown up, low quality picture of some guy who i am pretty sure was the buddy he was walking to class with (the buddy on the shirt is Kevin)

Renee: this kid who, when walking on the sidewalk next to the main road, got spooked by an eery ass looking dog whose face was pressed against the window of a waiting car, instinctively jumped into half a fighting stance, and then collected himself and nodded wassup at the dog

Dan: this dude who, when i was in the middle of the parking lot contemplating whether itd be worth it to try to fit in the one open space that was more than half taken up by a snow mound, looked at me, looked at the spot, looked back at me, and shook his head to tell me "don't try it"

Aaron: this kid who was just sat in a parking spot with his music blasting from his car (i could hear it perfectly from five cars down) slumped over the steering wheel looking wretched. he eventually turned his car off, got out, straightened himself up and started towards the school as if he hadn't just musically subjected half the student body to his existential crisis (also big Declan Lynch vibes if you play that game)

also. Kevin and Neil as this couple whose conversation i caught a glimpse of:

"i could die. what if i die?"

*pause* "would it be worth it at all?"

*pause* "maybe yeah actually"

[echo-of-sounds]

lazy start, intense finish (pt.2 in the 'your first creampie' series)

-Aizawa x f!reader-

smut drabble of aizawa giving you your first creampie

I’m posting this using my phone’s hotspot because I just really wanted to get this out today. Nothing’s really loading. I picked a gif at random. If the format is a little wonky, I apologize. I’ll fix it later.

Warnings: nothing serious, just a little deepthroating/gagging

At the commercial break, you lowered the volume for Shouta sleeping on your stomach. He sighed and nuzzled into you. His hands were burrowed inside your sweatshirt for warmth, resting on your sides. Not that he needed the extra warmth. His body was nothing but a radiator, keeping yours pleasantly cozy in the cool room.

He remained motionless for another thirty minutes until his chest rumbled a swear.

“You alright?”

He groaned, turning his head. Through the thick, black mess, you saw his eyes straining at the Tv. At least they seemed less red than an hour and a half ago. Hair stuck to his mouth. You gently brushed the strands out of his face, carefully combing through them.

A low hum sounded at your grooming. Your fingers graced behind his ear, down his jaw, skimming the defined bone and bristles. It’s grown a little longer than usual, shading in the sparse five o’clock with attractive, full stubble.

He grumbled in a thick voice, “I need to shave it soon.”

“I like it like this.”

“It’s annoying like this.” He shifted on top of you, removing his hands from your sweatshirt. You moved too, bending your left leg, wedged amid him and the couch’s back, to relieve your stiff knee. He faced your thigh and pressed his lips to it. The peck formed into a long kiss, dragging the thin skin into his mouth.

The heated weight between your legs allowed you to lazily hump, working up wetness, not from his mouth. His lower chest rocked with you. Fingertips depressed into your thigh. Hair mingled around your playing fingers, keeping you coupled as he sucked, stressing the skin with teeth and lips.

You sighed for him. He didn’t budge. You wiggled, cooing, “Shouta, come here.”

Your voice corralled him; he lifted, crawled up to your mouth. Heft settled on top, happily trapping you for a kiss. Swelling swayed against you, encouraging your hips to return the favor. His tongue crudely sunk into your mouth. It drew moans and heavy breaths from both of you, hastening your grinding.

The kisses trailed to your jaw, then neck once you opened it, where his teeth decided to taste. You fondled him through his sweatpants. The material didn’t stifle his girth and heat. And your groping spurred his swaying into thrusting, obviously wanting something to thrust into.

You were about to speak when he bit your neck, shaping your words into a gasp. His jaw didn’t release, very clearly set on leaving you swollen. You squeezed his cock. That only made his hips jerk. You squeezed his sleeve next, panting, “Let’s go- Fuck. Let’s go to bed.”

Shouta heaved himself and you up. The cuddly start to your night-in quickly disappeared as he muscled you to the bedroom. His tongue left your mouth once when he slipped his shirt off. Your palms flushed over his abdomen, feeling up the grooves and hair, smoothing along his pecs, kindling from his radiator of a chest.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Then suck me off,” he gruffed, gripping your hair to keep your mouth against his for an airless ten seconds before shoving you to the bed. He dropped his pants and boxers, then joined. But he laid beside you, waiting for you to enact what he said.

And you did. Ready and willing, you hopped between his legs, kissing his erection. Veins in his foreskin slicked with your tongue, from his raphe to his frenulum. The little ridge of skin roused him, physically and audibly. A blush tainted his cheeks. Gorgeous sighs charmed your ears. You lapped slowly, softly, and sweetly at the reactive zone, soaking up his sounds, also soaking your panties.

“You look so handsome right now,” you praised. “Not that you don’t look handsome other times.”

Holding him steady, you pressed a lewd kiss to his head, and you couldn’t help but nip his corona. Then you took him in your mouth, quickly sinking, gradually rising, lightly dragging your teeth along him.

His head dropped to the pillows. Black hair frayed out, exposing pale collarbones and marred skin. His abs expanded in lengthy, indulged breaths. As your fingers trailed up the muscles, he snagged your hair, forcing you lower. Another hand joined. Hips snapped up. Each loud, deep prod choked you. Tears fell when he held you down, flattening your nose into his hair, stationing his dick thick and solid in your throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Saliva dribbled. Heat pooled in your neck. A crude gag came with his grinding, making him yank you off. Dark eyes watched spit seep past your lips, drooling to him. They kept yours in focus, his head tapping your lips. “Clean it.”

You nursed on him again, sucking up all his precum and your spit. After a gentle thumb wiped the tears away, his palm rested on your cheek, calmly guiding your head. You hummed.

The switch from dominant to mellow wasn’t new, but it always sparked an affectionate glow in your stomach. The glare, from arousal, not anger, was always pleasing. And the intensity, you’ve seen many a time. Yet something about the tilt of his eyebrows and the pink of his ears goaded an unfamiliar experience, a new need.

Wetly, lust-filled, you spoke around his glans, tasting the salt you wanted to feel inside, “Cum in me.”

“What?”

“Cum in me.” You climbed up, parked on his waist, and removed your sweatshirt. You cupped his cheeks, kissing him with all the potency this need inflamed. “I’m on birth control. It’ll be okay. I want to feel what it’s like.”

“No one’s ever cum in you?”

You stroked his jaw. “No. It’s never come up. I want it to be with you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you whined before kissing him, smiling at the tongue muscling in.

Rough fingers coasted down your back and into your underwear. They kneaded your ass, spreading and pressing you while you moved with his hands, lightly riding his naked chest. The foreplay was becoming a bit too much, evident in the wet material pressing between you.

The fingers skimmed to your front and easily slipped in. “You’re this wet just from thinking about-”

“Yes,” you gasped, appreciating how his palm graded your clit. You stilled his wrist to grind down. “Sho, I’m gonna- Fuck.”

“How am I supposed to cum in you if you get worn out before I’m even inside you?” His stupid, rugged, lovely smirk taunted you.

Before you could respond, you were whipped to the mattress and your panties were tugged off. Shouta nestled between your thighs, immersing himself balls deep without any pushback or preparation. Knowing how this was going to end livened your noises and heightened your skin. Coarse hair, fevered skin, sultry breaths, digging fingers, lips, teeth, nails; all fueled the fire.

With a bite to your already bitten-up neck, the thrusts started solid. His head brushed straight into your front wall over and over and over again. Your nails made a home in his back, scratching, thanking him for his beautiful dick.

Shouta pushed up to his hands, increasing the strength behind the thrusts. You grasped at his biceps and rose, needing his mouth. You got what you wanted; sloppy, saliva, tongue-filled kisses and deep thrusts to curl your toes. Your eyes fluttered closed and head lolled back. Refusing to break, the kiss followed with his added grunts, amorous sounds he barely shared.

You tried speaking, voicing how amazing he always made you feel, your love, close you were, how so fucking high you felt. But nothing escaped your connected mouths except saliva. Instead, you stroked your clit. The width inside was leading you straight to orgasm.

Yet, rather fiercely, your hand was stopped.

“Sho, I-”

“Tonight, you cum from me,” he growled in your ear. He hooked both your knees, leaned forward, and continued his unabashed rutting, flattening you to the bed, completely caging you under him and the weight bearing down and into you.

He withdrew till only his head remained then bucked, slapping his balls against you, using the bed’s bounce to repeat repeatedly, jarring your hips and legs. His thrusts reached your depths. Pleasure drowned any twinge of pain out. You weakly clawed at his shoulder blades, losing energy.

“Cum.”

You whined his name.

“Now.” Teeth, once again, found your sore neck. Hair flared over your face, lending more building heat. “Cum, now.”

Arousal dripped from the disgustingly vulgar sounds between you. Your muscles couldn’t straighten under his control. You fussed and pawed.

“Fucking cum,” Sho gnarled. The guttural demand rolled your head back, driving home what he wanted, clenching muscles and limbs around him. Water formed from squeezing your eyes too hard. Skin gave under your nails.

All the joyous bliss almost turned painful with his nonstop thrusting. Because of the position, your legs couldn’t wrap his waist. But they still tried, needing him to stay inside. You felt down his sides and grappled at the sweat-coated skin. “Shouta, please- Fuck! Please.”

“I’m fucking-” His own huffing cut him off, struggling to even out. Thick groans melted in your ear. His thighs, while railroading through, trembled, humping, seeking.

“Cum in me. I want it.”

The thrust slowed, but the weight behind them didn’t lessen. He pressed into your neck.

“God, Sho, just cum in me.”

Each ball slap lingered longer and longer.

“Please,” you all but pleaded.

Swearing and growling your name, he sunk one last time, grinding against you, trying to push just a little deeper as you finally felt cum inside. It was new, different, and so, so warm. Hearty groans rumbled his chest. He dropped your legs, giving you the chance to wrap around him, embracing tight, and refusing to let him pull out.

Shouta’s labored breathing gradually calmed. Though it didn’t ease the heat of your bodies. And neither of you spoke, choosing to just lay and experience the feeling together.

[mythozoological-pet-care]

A Guide to Gryphons Pt. 2

On the previous page we covered diet,enrichment,and habitat for your gryphon but what about obtaining a gryphon? Included in the following I shall talk about health signs and how to pick out a good gryphlet for you & your home .

Anglo-Saxon gryphons: The coat should be sleek & dark. Speckling is normal as are white tipped wings. The tail should be long & leonine with feathering at the base. If the seller is selling gryphlets that are still "fluffy" ,they are best steered clear of. If they are still fluffy it means they are either 1. Too young to be separated from their mother(8 months) or 2. They are ill in some manner

Opinicus:The coat should be a dusty gold with a darker mane & shorter or absent tail.A little baby fluff at 8 months is normal for Opinicus. Opinicus Gryphlets are usually chatterboxes, so their distinctive haw and shree-oar calls are observable from an early age.

Morph Gryphons: These darling critters are similar to anglo-saxon gryphons in maturity rate. These guys are a wide variety of combinations. From the raven/cougar combination to the ever popular falcon/cheetah. No matter what species ,they should have bright clear eyes, no breathing issues ,and no hotspots (patches devoid of fur/feathers)

Specific colorations: some coloration have been noted to lead to problems ;namely albinism & leucism which lead to sun sensitivity, night blindness,deafness, immunocompromisations, and increased probability of blindness